#harrypotterxreader

[biggestxsimps]

Study Date

Draco Malfoy x Male Reader

A/N: This requested over on our Wattpad! I really hope this is okay. Always, if there's anything you think should be changed, just let me know!

You loved to spend your evenings in the library, the smell of ageing pages and vintage furniture always made you feel comfortable. Of course, you weren’t just here to admire your surroundings, but to actually study.

Most of your classes you had, were with your boyfriend, Draco. And somehow, it became harder and harder to focus on classes and get work done. The two of you gossiping as your classes went on without you. Only truly focusing in your Potion’s classes, too afraid to be faced with Snape’s discipline.

That brings you to now, sitting behind a withering table on a just as old chair, as the lamp in front of you flickered ever-so-slightly. You lift your head, stretching your neck as you tear your eyes from the book that felt excruciatingly longer than it was, turning to your mumbling boyfriend.

His book laid open on the table and his hands were quick to copy the printed words onto a yellow-tinted parchment, the hushed words falling from his mouth as he wrote them. As he dips his quill, he glanced your way, noticing your eyes on him.

Leaving the quill in the inkwell, he faces you, a couple bones popping as he shifts out of his previously uncomfortable position. His eyes soften as they fall on you, a small tired smile creeping its way onto his face.

Your lips mimic his, it wasn’t often you saw Draco this relaxed, it was truly a sight for sore eyes. It almost made you sad, his smile not as familiar as it used to be. You sigh, that wasn’t a thought for now.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this before I either fall asleep or my hand falls off.” He shakes his hand awake as he lets out a scoff, you chuckle, agreeing with him. “I can barely keep my eyes open anymore.” You rub your palms against your aching eyes, trying to keep them open just a little longer.

“I say we take a break.” He leans back in his chair as he crosses his arms. “We’ve been at this for hours.” You hear a slight whine in his voice, you couldn’t deny, a break sounded great right about now. You nod, bringing your arms above your head, exaggeratingly stretching as you groaned.

Once your arms dropped, you brought one to the boy beside you, resting your hand against his cheek. His eyes flutter shut as he digs himself further into your touch, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, bringing you closer.

A tense breath left his lips “I missed you, this.” You let out a little chuckle. “We’re with each other almost all day, every day.” His eyes open back up to send you a playful glare, his other hand sending a soft hit to your leg. “You know what I meant. It’s not often we get peaceful moments, like these, to ourselves.”

You respond, a grin still slightly evident on your face. "I suppose this is nice, I can't say I haven't missed being with you, like this." Your thumb starts to draw little circles against his cold cheek. He hums, clearly enjoying the feeling of your warmer hand.

"You're truly gorgeous, Draco." You watch as pink starts to find its way on his face, his lips slightly twitching before he sunk into your shoulder. You both let out your own quiet laughs, his head dipping into the crook of your neck.

Your hand falls from his cheek, slowly grazing over his body before stopping against his lower back, your fingers twiddling with his loose robes. He follows your movements, bringing his arms around you and holding his hands against your own back.

“You’re too kind to me.” You feel Draco’s smile against your neck as he talks. Your head starts to lightly shake as you whisper back to him. “Only as kind as you deserve.” His head lifts back up, only a few inches from your face. “Thank you.” You feel his light breath fan against your lips before he presses his lips against your own.

The kiss is chaste, full of love and longing as you tangle your hand into his hair, pulling him deeper into you. His hands reach to your neck, wrapping around before slightly pulling you lower into him. The both of you part, breathlessly gasping before reconnecting.

He slowly pulls away after a few seconds, his cheeks about as red as his swelling lips. A comforting silence fills the room as your fingers comb through his hair, brushing down the messy flyaways. Draco slightly hums at the touch, eyes falling shut again.

Draco sighs as he falls back into you. "How are you feeling, Love?" You gently scratch against his scalp before he mumbles against you. "Mhmm.. Just tired." You nod, slightly pulling him off of you.

"C'mere." You lean back as you tap your thighs. He drozily lifts out of his chair, taking a seat in your lap. You keep your torso tilted back as his body completely falls into yours, arms wrapped around your shoulders as he lays his head in your neck.

"Rest well, Draco." Your hand draws and lightly drags around his back, your lips placing a soft kiss against his forehead. He whispers back a "G'night" before you hear his light snores.

A/N: I honestly enjoyed writing this, give me more Draco requests pleasee (jk)

Masterlist

- Written by Owner 1

[to-fly-with-clipped-wings]

Killing Butterflies Masterlist

Harry James Potter x fem! daughter of Regulus Black! reader

Summary: Being (Y/n) Black - the one and only heiress to the noble house of Black - who also happens to be the daughter of the infamous Regulus Arcturus Black (and the niece of the notorious criminal Sirius Black) is pretty tough to be frank. However, despite the titles, rules and expectations that befall you, there are only two things that you long for, at which you will not cease to achieve: Firstly, to fill in the big shoes left behind by your late father. And secondly, burn the butterflies that flutter within your stomach in the presence of Harry Potter (who happens to be the sworn enemy of, perhaps, your entire family).

Prologue:

'When had the pangs in his heart become so painful? So loud? He hadn’t a clue. So, when Regulus found it within himself to straighten up and gently remove his hand from your grasp, he didn’t register it – the complete and utter sadness taking hold of his nerves and paralysing them like snake venom. He silently pressed his lips to your forehead in a final goodbye.' OR: in which the vague exposition of Killing Butterflies is revealed.

[lucifer5lucy]

Dear Maggie, you'll be terribly missed.

i just found this in my on harry Potter board and i don't know what came over me , I cried.

After a while as I grow, seeing the wonderful actors who shaped my childhood and the others whose movies helped me through struggles pass away brings a high wave of bitterness through me.

However, I am grateful to have these movies and series of their blessed acting with me so I shall carry them in my heart for the warm solace they provide.

As Dumbledore once said, "The ones who love us, never truly leave us. "

[pandora-cry]

Englehs

Me and a friend being the biggest fans of Severus Snape

Español

Yo y una amiga siendo las más fanáticas de severus snape

[sachafaible]

Harry Potter: The Forgotten House

A Faible Fanfiction:

Layla stood in the Great Hall, her heart thudding louder than a dragon's roar. The Sorting Hat rested on her head, its whispered deliberations barely audible over the cacophony of thoughts racing through her mind. She wasn’t supposed to be here, not at Hogwarts, not making history.

Yet, here she was—transferred mid-term under circumstances shrouded in secrecy. Finally, the hat's brim opened wide, its voice booming.

"Serpentis!" Silence. Dead silence filled the hall as students and professors alike turned to one another in confusion. Serpentis? There was no such house. Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, but her voice remained steady.

"Students, please return to your seats."

Layla, disoriented but curious, followed Professor McGonagall out of the Hall, noticing the hushed whispers and pointed fingers. Something was off—terribly off. She was led down corridors and staircases she hadn’t seen before, deeper and deeper into the bowels of the castle. At last, they stopped before an unassuming stone wall. With a flick of her wand and a whispered incantation, the wall gave way to reveal a hidden entrance. Inside, torches burst to life, casting flickering shadows on ancient tapestries depicting a serpent entwined around a staff—a symbol Layla had never seen in any of her textbooks. In the center of the room lay a dusty, ornate box. Drawn to it, she hesitantly opened the box to reveal a crystalline orb, pulsating with a strange, faint light. An object of power, and possibly, the key to her newfound predicament.

Lost in thought, Layla barely noticed Professor McGonagall's grave expression.

"Layla, this is your heritage now. Welcome to Serpentis. You have much to learn, and even more to uncover."

Left alone in the dimly lit chamber, Layla felt an odd mix of trepidation and excitement. The torches flickered wildly, casting long shadows that seemed to dance on the walls. The room was a relic of forgotten times, filled with the subtle hum of ancient magic. She approached the nearest tapestry, her fingers grazing over the delicate threads. It depicted a group of wizards and witches, all wearing robes emblazoned with the serpent symbol, their expressions solemn. They stood around a stone altar, upon which lay a similar orb, though larger and more radiant.

Arcane runes surrounded the scene, glowing faintly under her touch. As she moved to the next tapestry, a feeling of unease settled over her. This one showed a battle, with students of Hogwarts facing off against dark, shadowy figures—perhaps Death Eaters or an unknown malevolent force.

The serpent-emblazoned wizards were at the heart of it, their magic powerful and overwhelming, yet there was an undeniable air of tragedy about them.

Layla's heart pounded as she turned toward the artifacts lined up on stone pedestals. There were worn weapons with intricate engravings, scrolls of parchment too fragile to touch, and an array of potion bottles whose contents had long since turned dark and murky. She gingerly picked up a small, silver pendant bearing the Serpentis crest, a tingling sensation running through her hand as she did so. The pendant thrummed with residual magic, whispering fragmented thoughts that were unintelligible, yet strangely comforting.

Her eyes landed on a large, dusty tome placed atop a pedestal in the center of the room. Its leather cover cracked with age, golden letters spelling out 'Historia Serpentis.' Carefully, she opened it, the pages creaking in protest. The book contained detailed records of the Serpentis House, its founders, and its ultimate downfall. A sense of urgency filled Layla as she read through descriptions of powerful spells and enchanted artifacts, all tied to the house's unique brand of magic.

Suddenly, the floor beneath her vibrated softly, as if in response to her reading. Layla glanced around, her hand slipping into her robes to clutch her wand tightly. Before she could further contemplate what she had just uncovered, she heard the faint sound of approaching footsteps coming from the makeshift entrance.

Layla's breath hitched as she moved silently into the shadows, her back pressed against the cold stone wall. The flickering torchlight did little to reveal her presence, blending her frame into the dark recess.

She clenched her wand tightly, her heart pounding in her ears, each thud marking time's slow crawl. The footsteps grew louder, echoing ominously off the stone walls. Then, a figure emerged—a tall, stern-looking woman with sharp features, wearing the unmistakable robes of a Hogwarts professor.

It was Professor Carrow, one of the less amiable members of the staff. Her eyes scanned the room, suspicion evident in every gesture. Layla watched as Carrow paced slowly, her gaze alighting on the tapestry of the battle with shadowy figures. The professor’s expression softened for just a moment, almost nostalgic, before hardening once more.

She approached the pedestal where Layla had found the Historia Serpentis tome, her fingers brushing against the dusty cover. Carrow muttered something under her breath, too quiet for Layla to decipher, and the book glowed faintly in response. With a deliberate sigh, Carrow shook her head. Appearing momentarily defeated, she turned on her heel and began to leave the room.

For a heartbeat, Layla considered revealing herself and asking the professor about Serpentis, but she refrained. It was too risky; she had no idea what Carrow might do if she discovered Layla breaking into this hidden chamber. Gathering information from a distance seemed far wiser for now.

Just as Carrow reached the entrance, she paused, her posture tensing. Layla held her breath, praying she wouldn't be discovered. However, instead of re-entering the room, the professor whispered an enchantment that caused the doorway to seal itself again, camouflaging the entrance once more.

Layla remained motionless until she was certain Carrow had left. Slowly exhaling, she scolded herself for not paying more attention to how Carrow had opened the entrance. Still, she had learned something valuable—others knew of this room, and it seemed even some of the faculty were involved in the mysteries surrounding Serpentis. She had to be cautious and clever in her next steps. Stepping out from the shadows, Layla refocused on the Historia Serpentis tome. Perhaps it would offer further insights. Yet, the encounter left her uneasy, realizing the extent of intrigue and danger that lay ahead.

[fanfictiondreamscape]

L.O.V.E. (?)

Name:  L.O.V.E. (?)

Genre: angst, angst, angst - more so the remiscent type of angst, and some super slight romance, and super slight vent fic

Pairing: Misc. X GN!Reader

Notes: This is what happens when I feel an oncoming panic attack and need to release whatever messed up stuff my brain is gonna form whether or not I like it. 

Fair warning for this little thing here, though: this is not very story based, much rather like a random train of thought. It may also be a little unhinged, but what can one expect when dealing with something that they don’t know how to navigate well in the slightest? 

This is also semi-based around the song “LOVE” by PEGGY, emphasis on semi-based. I was hopping between songs that I thought would be able to satiate my sense of despair and partial loathing, but that song was the kicker for this piece. 

Below the cut.

(03/01)

This started out okay.  This was easy at first. I was blind to the absolute disaster this would be to my wellbeing, but... I still want it.  I still crave it.  ....Maybe. 

Click.

(03/03) 

Crying doesn’t help. I’m not externally shaking. There aren’t tears streaming down my face. But it doesn’t feel right to not let it be outward.  I can feel my heart pounding in my ears.  I can also feel their hands over my ears and eyes when that one sound got me to flinch and freak out. I can feel their fingertips pushing my hair behind my ear, and their palm on one of my cheeks with their lips oh so gingerly pressing the slightest on the other.  I can feel their breath on my neck, and their hand on my leg, brushing sweet, simple little circles right by my kneecap. I can feel their hugs, tight and warm and comfortable and nice.  I can feel their gaze linger, and the tears that were about shed all because of a cheesy little moment in a TV show. I can feel the vibrations of their voice from behind, and their grip wrapped around my upper arm and my waist.  But as much as I can feel, that fails to negate the fact that this is both the beginning and the end.  Things are never gonna be exactly the same, not unless years pass by first.  This is a whole new door, and the options are limited as to what happens next.  Plan as many dates as one can desire, but I’m not them. I don’t have control over their decisions, and I know that I have no right to be particular about what they do with their time.  So this shouldn’t sting so much.  ... It does.  Why does it sting so much?  Lack of affection from previous partners? Lack of safety? Understanding?  Is it me? Is romance that foreign of a concept?  My cynicism can only go on for so long.  I can only maintain the thought that love is something that isn’t important for so long. 

Click.

(03/07)

At least, in my book, my brain and heart shouldn’t mix. They shouldn’t combine, because if they do, something will happen that I know I’ll come to regret in the future.  I know I want this.  I know I want the fleetingly teasing touches, the gentle affection, the mutual respect, the comfort, the safe space in the form of people.  I know I want it.  I know that I find that fact hard.  I know that my heart is actively trying to shun that knowledge, and that my brain is trying to enforce it.  I never thought that I’d end up here, honestly. I thought that I’d be able to go through life with little worry in this regard. I thought that love would come, and that it would come when necessary, when some unknown force knew that it was time to push it unto me.  Is this the universe doing just that, or am I rushing it do that?

Click.

(03/12) 

I shouldn’t have done this. That door should never have opened, and I should have never even fathomed letting it materialize. Nothing good comes from pessimism, panic attacks, and persistence.  This should be good.  I know that, logically, this is good. I know that this has the potential to work.  I know that this was the stipulation. The catch-22. The deal with the metaphorical devil.  I knew that when I let this happen.  When they leave, what do I do? If they’re alone together, I can only accept that fact. That’s all there is to do.  I wish I could find the capacity to cry about this. 

Click.

(03/14) 

I’ve never been in love before this. Never really had a chance to, if I’m being honest. I‘ve always found it cheesy, and my focus was never directed towards something that “shallow”.  I’ve been questioning if it really is that shallow, now.  This whole deal has been good. Really, it has.  It’s nice, feeling like I’m appreciated as opposed to hearing it from the mouth of my mother, father, or family member. Even teachers, bosses, and coworkers can say it and it doesn’t hold as much meaning as the small actions and expressions they direct at me.  It only just now dawned on me that this is selfish.  I want to love, I want to be loved, and I want to share love.  Physical, emotional, mental - I want love to be a part of my life.  But they come first, that’s the end of this story. That’s all there is to it.  However, love is selfish by nature.  Someone wants someone else to themself, or to themselves.  They want that person or people to be there with them at all hours of the day.  They want to hold their hands, and press fluttering pecks to their pulse points.  And now, it’s in my grasp. It’s been in theirs, though, and now I feel awful for thinking about how wrong my thought process has been.  ...  I have a feeling that I need to calm down before this progresses any futher. That, or I need to up my anti-depressant prescription.  Whichever comes first, I guess.

Click. 

Slam.

Rustle. 

“I need to get some sleep.” 

- 

“Still, I’ve never been in love.

Is that something that I want?

Convince me I’m fine, 

I’m not losing my mind.

Maybe it’s just not for me. 

No! 

I don’t need L-O-V-E.

Maybe I’ll just wait and see.

I might need L-O-V-E....”

[jxj-tracks]

Harry Potter Boys Jealousy

This is my first time writing on here, so it’s probably gonna be bad.

HARRY:

•Idk i feel like hes super up himself, so if he saw another guy flirting with you he’d just be like “hey” and hope that scared them off 😭

•would probably be talking to Hermione and Ron when he saw a guy with you

•my guy deffo has anger issues but like ig no one taught him anything >:)

•honestly I don’t think he’d care that much, he’s the chosen one after all

•I think he’d act cocky as a defense mechanism 🥋

DRACO:

•mf managers to be incredibly insecure but incredibly up himself all at once

•saunter over to you and start glaring at the guy

•straight up insulting the other dude but he just blames his daddy issues for everything

•honestly tho, he’s more so just insecure and scared that you’ll leave him

•his insults suck, but he has a big friend group that makes him seem a lot scarier 🫠

MATTHEO:

•OH MY GOD I AM LIKE ON MY KNEES

•just kidding lmao

•he is DEFINITELY the overprotective guy, but still gives you space

•however, if he sees another man flirting with *his* partner, 🫵😬

•ok so pretend this guy came up to you and started flirting with you

•mattheo Sees and obvi isn’t happy

•but cause he loves yous and doesn’t want to make you mad, he simply puts his arm around your shoulder and says smth like

“hey babe, who’s this?”

•if the guy doesn’t get the message to leave, Theo will get straight to the point

•but who knows, maybe he would just watch you from afar to see how you handle it

FRED:

•he’s a ghost at Hogwarts now so it’s not like he can do anything

•IM JUST KIDDING MAN ITS FINE

•he’s alive and well tho 💪

•definitely comes straight up to yous and hugs you from behind (tall guy shit 😖)

•probably start cracking jokes

•but like more directed for you

•so the guys just awkwardly standing there

•if he doesn’t leave yet, Fred will pointedly say

“excuse me, me and my girlfriend have somewhere to be

GEORGE:

•would be way more cautious of how to approach this, but also way more chill then george Jo

•he knows that you won’t do anything

•he’ll still come up to you and put his arm around your shoulder

•introduce himself, but wouldn’t make the guy uncomfortable 😖

•just subtly hinting that you’re taken and not interested

RON:

•bro idk what you’re talking about I didn’t forget ron 😐

•anywho, he’s probably too busy adventuring with the golden trio

•however I’ll set a scene

•you’re at dinner in the great hall, at the ravenclaw table (whether it be your house or you’re sitting with a ravenclaw friend)

•Ron’s sitting with the trio eating

•until a ravenclaw guy is clearly flirting with you

•he doesn’t even notice at first, Hermione is the one that points it out to him

“Bloody hell”

•at first he doesn’t know what to do

•but he lets you decide what to do on your own

•he’ll catch up to you when you leave the great hall and ask what happened

#harrypotter #reader #yn #harrypotterxreader #draco #dracomalfoy #dracomalfoyxreader #ronweasley #ronweasleyxreader #fredweasleyxreader #georgeweasleyxreader #mattheoriddle #mattheoriddlexreader #slytherin

[haileygarciasunshine]

Godricks Hollow

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Written: December 15th, 2020

Posted: December 15th, 2020

Word Count: 1,665

Warning: None

This was requested from JulzLovDraco4Eva on Wattpad!

Summary: Y/N Granger has been friends with the Golden Trio for as long as she could remember, but her loyalty is tested when the group is on the run.

Christmas Masterlist

Walking through the Hogwarts courtyard, you were engrossed in one of your class textbooks. Your attention being on the book, you weren’t watching where you were going. It wasn’t long before you walked into someone.

“Hey! Watch it!” Draco exclaimed, his voice filled with annoyance. Turning to face you, his expression concerted into something unreadable. “Filthy Mudblood.” He spat. 

“Leave her alone, Malfoy.” Harry’s voice sang through your ears, as he joined your side. 

Rolling his eyes, Draco didn’t bother to respond before he stormed off with his minions in tow. 

“T-Thanks, Harry.” You nodded not bothering to take your gaze off the ground.

“Of course,” He beamed throwing an arm around your shoulder. “What’re friends for?”

Throughout your years at Hogwarts, you had similar encounters. Whenever you seemed to be in trouble Harry always appeared at your side. You were always quick to brush it off as him being protective over Hermione’s little sister. It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to welcome you with open arms. Ron was always protective of you as well, but it was never to the extent that Harry was. 

“Y/N!” A familiar voice echoed through the hall. 

Whirling around you collided with a firm chest knocking you off balance. A pair of strong hands were quick to wrap about your elbows attempting to keep you steady.

Giggling you couldn’t help the smile that made its way along your lips. “Hi, Harry.”

Clearing his throat, Harry suddenly looked visibly uncomfortable. “Hi, Y-Y/N.”

An awkward silence enveloped you both. 

“I...I, uh.” Harry scratched the back of his neck as he was contemplating his next set of words very carefully. 

“Yes?” You questioned, gazing upwards at him with a hint of hope in your eye.

“I...I was wondering if you would want to be my date to Bill and Fleur’s wedding?” He rushed out, his voice wavering slightly.

A toothy grin made it’s way to your lips. “Oh, Harry!” You exclaimed as fireworks erupted in your stomach. Quickly, you threw your arms around Harry’s shoulders as you pulled him in for a tight hug. 

Harry tensed at your reaction, before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The sound of his chuckles rang through your ears.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” 

---

On the day of Bill and Fleur’s wedding, there was tension in the air. There were rumors of He Who Must Not Be Named, attempting to rise in power once again. Arthur heard at work that the Dark Lord was planning to overthrow the ministry, but nobody knew when.

Since you were staying at the Burrow until the wedding, you couldn’t shake the thoughts of darkness looming around every corner, while the Dark Lord could strike at any moment.

Being friends with Harry, you knew he would go up against the Dark Lord. But the question that plagued your mind was if you were ready to face He Who Must Not Be Named.

Ron would go, which meant of course your sister would go. She and Ron had been inseparable as of lately. Sighing, you knew you would go to protect your friends. 

Your mind was beginning to become clear as you sat by the fireplace. However, you didn’t hear Harry join you until he nudged your shoulder gently.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He questioned offering you a warm smile.

“Oh, um.” You sighed. “Just thinking about how everything’s about to change.” You shrugged.

Harry turned his attention to you, as he nodded in acknowledgment. “It’ll be for the better.”

Nodding you locked gazes with him as the crackling sound of the fireplace was the only thing heard. The thought of kissing Harry quickly overwhelmed your mind. 

“Hey, Guys.” Ron greeted as he quietly made his way down the spiral stairs.

Taking a breath, you averted your gaze to your shirt as you smoothed down nonexistent wrinkles. 

Ron quickly bounded over to where you and Harry sat before he took his place in between you. 

“What’d I miss?” He questioned beaming at you.

---

It was finally the day of the wedding. Everyone was scurrying around the house and outside in an attempt to get the last minute things ready. All the bridesmaids spent the day getting ready. Fleur’s bridesmaids mostly consisted of you, Ginny, Hermione, and her little sister, Gabrielle. 

The ceremony went by rapidly, it felt like a blur. When it came time for the reception, you were able to slip away unnoticed. 

Taking your heels off, you walked barefoot through the grass as the brisk night air danced along your skin. Goosebumps began forming up and down your arms. A content sigh left your lips, as you gazed at the stars.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Harry spoke as he walked up beside you.

You hummed in response, turning to face him.

“Harry...You look..”

“I know-” He became flustered, as he dropped his gaze to the ground.

“Handsome.” You muttered as you took in his appearance.

“O-Oh, thank you.” Harry spoke, “You look beautiful.” 

A blush crept its way along your cheeks. Before you could protest, Harry had shrugged off his suit jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. Quickly he reached down taking your heels from you.

The smell of Harry overwhelmed your senses. Tugging the jacket around you tighter, fireworks erupted in your stomach.

“We should get back before they notice we’re gone.” 

Frowning, you nodded your head. Just as you and Harry re-entered the tent, Kingsley Shacklebolt’s Patronus announced the ministry had fallen, while Death Eaters were on their way.

Harry's firm hand was quick to grab yours, as wedding guests began to panic and Death Eaters began showing up. Harry pulled you behind him as he began searching for the rest of the group.

“Harry!” Hermione called rushing toward’s you, as Ron was fast behind her. Before you knew it, you were staring at the familiar Tottenham Court Road.

Your sister's voice echoed through your ears. “We have to find somewhere to change.”

---

Light snow began covering the ground as you and Harry ventured to Godrick’s Hollow. 

It had been months since you were first on the run. Every day, everyone gathered around the radio listening to the names of the fallen in hopes you didn’t hear a familiar name.

Walking through Godrick’s Hollow, your arm was linked through Harry’s. The small gesture sent comfort through your body. The streets were dimly lit, which allowed you both to venture around without really being seen.

As you walked through the cemetery, you cleaned off the headstone, only to see the very symbol you had been questioning. The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention. Fear began washing over you.

“Harry?” You gently called. Gazing around, your eyes landed on the man.

Confusion danced along your face before you gazed in front of you.

James & Lily Potter.

Kneeling, you pulled your wand out, making a small wreath on their grave. Standing up, you linked your arm back through Harry’s as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Harry.”

--- 

As you were running through the forest, you could feel your breaths becoming more and more shallow. Death Eaters were chasing you while yelling spells. 

It had been a few months since your group had gone on the run. Hunting Horcruxes began taking its toll on everyone. Exhaustion was being to feel like an understatement. Anywhere you went, everyone was on edge ready for the next attack. Not even the tent felt safe anymore. 

In no time, each of you was captured by the Death Eaters. It wasn’t surprising that they had taken you to Malfoy Manner. 

“Take the rest of them,” Bellatrix spoke moving to stand before you. “I need to have a little chat with this one, girl on girl.” She taunted, as her eyes had a hint of mischief in them.

Gulping, your stomach began feeling queasy at the thought of being alone with Bellatrix. 

Pushing you down, your back was met with the feeling of chilly wood. Before you knew it, she was straddling you as she screamed in your face.

Pinning your arm down, she began carving the word Mudblood into your skin. Tears began racing down your face as you felt your strength weakening by the second. Screams fell past your lips.

“Let her go!” Harry’s voice yelled.

“Well, well, well,” Bellatrix taunted as she got up. “If it isn’t lover boy, here to rescue the damsel in distress.”

---

After the fight at Malfoy manner, Ron and Hermione apparited to Shell Cottage, while Harry apparited to Saint Mungo’s hospital. The whole way, you had insisted you were fine and that you didn’t need medical attention.

Harry didn’t listen to your pleas as he raced to the emergency entrance of the hospital insisting you be healed right away.

Sitting on the hospital bed, you gazed at the ceiling counting tiles. The healer had come in and healed your scar rather quickly, however you were just waiting for the doctor to let you leave.

“Hey,” Harry spoke softly, as he took a seat beside your bed.

You hummed in response.

“I...I’m sorry.” He huffed. “I...I couldn’t stand to see you hurt. I couldn’t stop it..” His voice trailed off as he dropped his gaze to the floor.

“It’s not your fault, Harry.” You whispered, reaching over and placing a hand on his cheek.

Closing his eyes, he leaned into your touch. “I should’ve been there to stop it.”

Gazing at him, you felt the fireworks return. 

“I...I.” Harry let out a frustrated sigh. Opening his eyes, he stood up before taking your face between his hands. He never broke his gaze from you. Leaning down his nose brushed against yours as his breath danced along your lips. Placing a chaste kiss to your lips, he rested his forehead against yours. 

At that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

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Looking At Him

Pairing: Draco x reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Genera: Angst & Fluff

When you feel you have been staring at him for too long, you have to tear your eyes away, even if you don’t want to. He can’t realize you like staring at him because if he knew, then he would talk to you and you know that wouldn’t end well. You know you’re in love with him, but the thought of that scares you. Not the part about loving him, but the part about loving. You’ve never loved anyone before and you don’t want to. The fear, the terror, the anxiety that comes with loving someone is what's holding you back. It’s what's always held you back. This boy though, the way his lips move when he talks or how his eyes seem to gleam when he talks about something passionate, he’s different. Different from any other person you’ve met before. You know little about him, only that his name was Draco.

Your closest friend Cedric knows about your little fascination over him, but that's it. No one else. You often find yourself staring at the side of his head in potions class or marveling at him from across the room in the great hall. Fear surrounds you and a blush creeps up on your cheeks whenever Cedric catches you staring at the boy. You always glance around, hoping no one else saw you longing for the bleach-blond boy. Just the thought of someone catching you peering at him has your blood running cold through your veins.

To some people, it was easy to talk to someone. To get to know them. To befriend them and eventually fall in love with them, but it wasn’t that easy for you. You wished it was. You know you wouldn’t survive the heartbreak. Your heart wouldn’t be able to be mended if it was broken into thousands of pieces.

You had closed yourself off to love. You refused to never fall in love again, but when you saw him for the first time, you knew you were screwed.

Today was Thursday. It was the last week before Christmas, and all of your classmates were buzzing with excitement and joy. Classes had been busy as professors were trying to get in last-minute quizzes and assignments before winter break began. You had woken up this morning to find an envelope slipped under your bedroom door. Your name had been written across it in beautiful cursive. You smiled to yourself as you gently opened the envelope to reveal a brief note inside.

Meet me in the astronomy tower tonight at 9. -D

D? Who could D be? If it was Cedric messing around with you, he was going to get it. You neatly folded the letter and set it on your dresser before making your way to the great hall for breakfast before classes started. Cedric had beat you down there, as he was already sitting at one of the tables talking to a cute Ravenclaw girl you recognized as Cho. As you made your way over to them, a group of Ravenclaw girls surrounded them, taking Cho with them and leaving Cedric there. When he caught a glimpse of you walking over, he smiled brightly.

“What was all of that about?” you asked as you sat down beside him and started filling your plate with eggs.

“I asked Cho to the Yule Ball, and she said yes.”

“That’s great, Cedric!” you beamed as you gave him a side hug.

“So when are you going to ask Malfoy?” Cedric teased you, causing you to choke on the water you were drinking. Your big eyes looked over at him as you pressed a finger to your lips.

“Shhh, keep it down, will you?”

“Oh, come on Y/N, just talk to him already.”

“Nope. No. Not going to happen.” You said, shaking your head as you took a bite of the eggs on your plate.

“Why not? What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“Oh, let's see, I could make a gigantic fool of myself and then he would tell his friends and then the entire school would find out and I’d be the biggest laughingstock this school has ever seen!”

“Okay, jeez, calm down.” You let out a breath of air before continuing.

“Were you the one who put that note under my door?” you ask him.

“Note under your door? What? No.” Cedric and you had been best friends since your first year at Hogwarts and you knew he would never lie to you. You slump in your seat, putting your elbow up on the table and resting your head in your hand. You let out a frustrated sigh as you tried to figure out who could have left it. “So are you going to tell me about this note or…” Cedric trailed off as he caught you looking towards Malfoy. “Hello? Earth to Y/N!” Cedric said, snapping his fingers in front of your face to gain your attention. You look at him, startled for a second, before a slight frown forms on your face.

“I was doing it again, wasn’t I?” Cedric shakes his head in agreement as he gives you an apologetic smile. He pats your shoulder gently before asking about the note again.

“So this note…?”

“Oh, right, this morning when I woke up I found an envelope with my name written on it that must have been slipped under the door the night before. When I opened it, there was a note inside saying to meet at the astronomy tower at 9.” You tell him.

“Well, who was it from?”

“That’s the thing,” you sigh. “I don’t know. The person who signed it only put D. There have to be at least a hundred students whose name starts with D.'' You exasperatedly tell Cedric as the bell rings, signaling that breakfast was over and classes started in 10 minutes. You and Cedric both stand up, grab your school bags and file out of the great hall to your charms class.

The day goes by slowly as you wonder who could have left you the mysterious note. Finally, you make it to your potions class. You spend most of the time daydreaming about a certain blonde boy as Cedric takes notes and pays attention to the both of you. With five minutes left until the end of class, Professor Slughorn allows you all to take amongst yourselves as he discusses grades with a few students. You and Cedric mingle a bit before you notice a Slytherin girl walking up to Draco. She has tall, slender legs and beautiful hazelnut hair that flows down her back. She looks beautiful standing next to him as she giggles and flirts with him. You know Draco isn’t yours, but you can’t help but feel a hint of jealousy as the girl playfully nudges his arm. From where you're seated, you can hear the girl talking to him, asking if he has a date yet to the Yule Ball. He smiles down at her and shakes his head no. You know what’s about to happen next. She’ll ask him and of course, he’ll say yes and they’ll go to the dance together and then they’ll start to like each other and begin dating and at that point, you’ll just have to be homeschooled as there was no way you could survive seeing the two of them together every day. Tears form in your eyes as the bell rings and you dash out of the room and up to your bedroom. You flop down onto your bed as you cry into your pillow. You stay there until dinner is over, Cedric coming to check in on you and bring you some leftovers he was able to sneak to you.

“Feeling any better?” he asks as he rubs your back as you finish the food.

“Yeah, I guess,” you murmur.

“Ya know what? I think you need to forget about Draco. You have another admirer who wants to see you in two hours, so let’s get you feeling confident.” Cedric tells you. He’s right. You know he’s right, but how are you supposed to move on from someone so easily? You take a deep breath before looking at Cedric and giving him a smile.

“You’re right. Let’s do this.”

In no time at all is eight and Cedric has to leave to go back to his own room.

“Before I go, just remember to be yourself, and don’t get caught,” he tells you with a laugh.

“Thanks, Cedric. What would I do without you?” You tell him with a smile before giving him a hug.

“I have no idea, just be grateful you have me,” he tells you. "I’ll see ya in the morning. Don’t forget to tell me how it goes!” With that, Cedric closes your bedroom door as you try your best to put some makeup on your face before heading out to the astronomy tower.

The corridors are dark as your wand lights the way for you up to the astronomy tower. As nervous as you are, you try to remind yourself that this is a good thing. When you reach the last step, you take a deep breath before opening the heavy wooden door. At first, you don’t see anyone in there before you spot a head of bleach blonde hair looking down and reading a book. As the door closes shut behind you, he looks up, placing the book down, and walks over to you. This must be a mistake or some kind of cruel joke. Your heart races as your palms get sweaty as you blink owlishly at the boy before you. Draco. You gulp as you squeak out a quick sorry before turning back to the door and opening it.

“Wait,” he calls out. You hesitantly turn back around to see his face flushed, lip trembling, almost as if he’s nervous. As if he’s nervous of you. “Wait, don’t go. I know we’ve never talked before and you probably don’t even know that I’m in Potions with you and you have no idea what my name is but…” he trails off, bringing up a hand to scratch nervously at the back of his neck as he looks down at his shoes.

“Draco,” you murmur as his head raises. “Your name is Draco.”

“Yeah,” he says, giving you a slight smile. “And your Y/N.”

[mentally-in-northern-italy]

The Best Potioneer (pt. 1) — Harry Potter x reader

***not my gif***

Request: “Hii, I love your work! I was wondering if I could request a Harry x Slytherin!reader, maybe set during the last year at Hogwarts and enemies to lovers? Thank you 💚”

Summary: You despise Harry. Your Slytherin friends seem to have strong opinions of him already, but during your sixth year, you also seem to have found a reason to absolutely hate the boy. But when you’re forced to work on an assignment together and stay up all night, is it possible for those feelings to change?

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: Thank you so much for the request @obsessedwithrandomthings ! Ahhh, I really hope I did it justice!! I’m sorry I had to split it up into two parts because it turned out *way* longer than I expected it to! It was so hard to come up with a valid reason to hate Harry, he’s such a sweetheart, but I tried my best lmao. Anyways, I had such a fun time writing this and I really hope you enjoy!! And stay tuned for part 2!

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You crossed your legs as you nodded politely in agreement with something that Professor Slughorn had said. In all honesty, you had had no idea what he was rambling on about, no one did, really, but still your face held a bright smile as you nodded once again. Your head of house, Professor Slughorn had invited you, among with various others, to his newly formed club.

Your eyes briefly surveyed the others that were sat at the table with you, all listening -- or at least, pretending to listen -- to the Professor about some very rare ingredient that he skillfully was able to find in some remote region. To your right sat Blaise Zabini, a fellow Slytherin, and to your left, a Hufflepuff that you had never talked to before.

All of them were here for one reason, of course; they seemed to show that they were extraordinarily skilled at something. Or, they were related to someone who was. You hoped it was the former in your case.

You liked to believe that you were here not because of your extremely famous Potioneer father but because of the talent you, yourself, possessed when it came to Potions.

Potions had always been your favourite. You liked other things, of course, but none of them satisfied you like Potions did. The feeling of accomplishment as you gaze down at a finished recipe in your cauldron bubbling, to you, was exhilarating, and you couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

Evidently, this was also the case for your father, who after graduating Hogwarts, had gone on to become a Potioneer, brilliant in his field, and make a name for himself. You hoped that you would be able to do the same.

“But enough of me blabbering on,” Slughorn chuckled heartily, “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities to hear me talk about myself.”

You met his gaze and smiled politely, making sure that he knows you’re paying attention.

See, Snape had always been fond of you. Snape, as the Potions Professor, gave you brilliant marks (which you deserved, in all fairness) and didn’t even try to hide the fact that you were his favourite. While others got a cold and disapproving glare from him when they had made a mistake, you received helpful insight on where you went wrong. Snape gave others a monotone sentence of approval at their success, while he gave you… Well, he gave you the same thing, really, but you could tell it was more heartfelt. As heartfelt as it gets, coming from Snape and all.

You were determined to impress Slughorn as well. You had decided that sheer talent can only go so far; teachers were human, too, after all. It was with no doubt that you concluded that every teacher ought to have a favourite, someone they will always favour over the next. And, similarly, every teacher has one student they would never think twice about, someone they didn’t even notice. While you were certainly grateful that you weren’t the latter, you weren’t exactly pleased at your position in the middle. It had always been all or nothing for you. You wanted to be the favourite. The best there can be.

But, that was proving to be a little difficult and unexpectedly, it was because of a certain raven-haired, bespectacled, and utterly clueless -- in your humble opinion -- Gryffindor boy.

You had never paid much attention to Harry. He had always been insignificant in your life, having only shared a couple classes with him over the years. And, even in those classes, you had only exchanged a few occasional words. The bottom line was, you didn’t hate Harry and you didn’t like him. He was just… Harry. A Gryffindor.

It was almost as if the universe saw this and decided that this wasn’t enough. Just like you disliked your mediocre position in Slughorn’s class, the universe disliked Harry’s mediocre presence in your life. After all, you were always one to go big or to go home.

It was as if Harry had been pushed onto the stage that was your life, forced to play a role, as soon as your sixth-year Potions classes had begun. And, Harry might be a hero to some, but in your play, he was easily the opposite.

All because Harry had started doing exceptionally well in Potions. You didn’t know what it was. His potions always turned out perfect, capturing Slughorn’s praise. Praise that you wish you were receiving. Naturally, before you knew it, it turned into a competition, both determined to out-shine the other. You couldn’t let him beat you.

A recent occurrence annoyed you, in particular, just a few weeks ago, when Harry was able to brew a draught of Living Death perfectly, and in record time. You were close, of course, but Harry had managed to do it before you, resulting in him getting awarded with a vial of Felix Felicis and getting praised relentlessly by Slughorn. Harry, being aware of just how much you resented him doing better than you in Potions, sent you a small smile as he stood at the front of the class, holding up the vial of the luck potion. It was clear at this moment that you had to be better than Harry. There was no other option. Excelling at Potions was in your blood.

However, the sole reason behind your undying hatred for the boy was not just the fact that he had magically turned into a brilliant Potioneer. No, it was also because of your friends, who were mainly Slytherins, had told you all about their interactions with him over the years when you brought up how he seemed to have claimed your spot at the top of the class. Since you only got a one-sided testimony from your friends, you were always led to believe that Harry was in the wrong.

If Harry were being honest, he wasn’t exactly sure why you hated him and wanted to beat him so badly in Potions. Regardless of the reason, Harry certainly wasn’t one to back out from some (un?)healthy competition. A part of him only seemed to want to compete with you on principle; a typical Slytherin vs. Gryffindor feud. He certainly didn’t take this little competition as seriously as you did.

But this ‘competition’ for you meant a lot more.

“Ah, Ms. [Y/L/N],” Slughorn directly acknowledged you for the first time that evening, “how lovely it is to have you here!”

“It’s a pleasure to be here, sir,” you replied kindly.

“Tell me, how is your father doing?” Slughorn questioned with genuine curiosity, “I haven’t heard from him in ages! Correct me if I’m wrong, Ms. [Y/L/N], last I heard, he was running some sort of experiment trial with sleeping potions?”

Your heart sank. You couldn’t help but think you were only here because of your father. You despised the thought. You caught your smile from faltering and took a breath in.

“He’s doing well, Professor,” you nodded, “And yes, he is running an experiment with sleeping potions. Unfortunately, he hasn’t shared much about it with me just yet.”

“Oh, yes, yes,” Slughorn said to you, “He was always quite the expert at sleeping potions…”

He paused at this before smiling and turning his gaze from you to Harry, sat directly across from you, “But of course, we have another emerging sleep potion expert in the room!”

At this, you grudgingly turned your head to Harry as well.

Great. Just the thing you needed this evening; to be reminded of your failure to brew a sleeping potion, one that your father would easily be able to brew in his sleep.

You continued to try to smile politely as Slughorn once again, started to praise Harry for his perfect potion. Harry smiled and accepted the compliments quietly, but he shot you a few glances in between, which only made you angrier.

“Quite remarkable, indeed,” Slughorn praised, “Wouldn’t you agree, Ms. [Y/L/N]?”

“Yes,” you agreed, still smiling, although you knew that everyone could tell it wasn’t genuine, “It is quite interesting how much Harry has been able to improve this year.”

“Indeed, indeed,” came Slughorn’s response who nodded and smiled at Harry.

“In my opinion, it just seems too good to be true,” you continued, your smile turning more into a grimace, as you shifted a little in your seat, “how exactly did you manage to brew a potion like the draught of Living Death so brilliantly, even though you could barely manage to brew a draught of Peace just last year, Harry?” You tried to keep your tone curious and casual, but you failed as a few murmurs broke out amongst the table, clearly picking up on the tension in the air.

“Well,” Harry began, holding your gaze keenly and smiling slightly, “I just followed the recipe.”

“Of course,” you said as you nodded slightly, patronizing him, “but was crushing the sopophorous bean in the recipe?”

“I--” Harry tried to reply as he, too, shifted in his seat. His smile had vanished.

“And,” you continued as you rested your elbows on the table, “Is ‘following the recipe’ a newly acquired skill?”

“No,” Harry kept his calm as you struggled to do the same.

“Because, if I recall, you couldn’t simply ‘follow the recipe’ last year,” you accused and narrowed your eyes. You had stopped pretending to be polite. More whispers and murmurs broke out while Slughorn watched this scene unfold in distress, “Or the year before that, or--”

“Are you trying to imply that I cheated, [Y/L/N]?”

“How lovely of you to finally catch on, Potter.”

Slughorn seemed to have decided that he had seen enough. “Alright! That’s enough, Mr. Potter and Ms. [Y/L/N]! Everyone, help yourself to this delicious chocolate cake! This ought to calm some of you down a notch...“

You and Harry kept your gazes on each other, both unwilling to break first as several people around you finally started to talk again, instead of listening intently to the heated interaction between you two.

Finally, Harry was first to break, looking away from you and picking up his cutlery.

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If it wasn’t already clear to you that this year just was not your year, it became clear when Slughorn declared that your class would be working with partners on the next assignment.

It became crystal clear, however, when you got partnered up with none other than Harry Potter.

You groaned as you walked back to your assigned seat beside Harry after arguing -- respectfully, of course, -- with Slughorn for fifteen minutes straight on just how well you could do on this assignment by yourself. It would be an understatement to say that you were severely displeased when Slughorn repeatedly suggested this was a two-person job.

You took a seat beside him with a frown set on your face, as Harry glanced at you from the corner of his eye. He was dreading this as well, of course, but certainly not as much as you seem to be dreading this. Was it because you hated that he was a Gryffindor? Perhaps you thought he was lesser-than because he was a half-blood? Or because he hung out with the Weasleys and Granger, both considered to be near the bottom of the wizarding social status hierarchy? He decided that it most likely was a combination of all of these, judging from the green and silver on your robes.

The truth was though, you couldn’t care less about what house he was in. Or, who his friends were. And, you certainly didn’t give a damn about his status. You resented him because he was doing better in Potions than you were, but you hated him because that was just the norm. You were expected to hate him. Only now, you actually had a reason to.

But now, because he was paired up with you, his failure was your failure. His success was your success. You couldn’t one-up him this time… you would have to actually cooperate with him. Interact with him. You scrunched up your face at the thought.

“Memory potions!” Slughorn clapped his hands as he started to tell the class about their upcoming assignment, “Who can recall what those are?” He chuckled slightly at his own joke.

Hermione Granger’s hand shot up.

“They’re exactly that, sir,” she informed, “They can boost one’s memory for up to six hours, depending on the dosage.”

“Yes!” Slughorn seemed pleased at the answer, “Yes, Ms. Granger! Memory potions are very powerful, indeed… I had a particularly nasty experience with those once…” He trailed off into telling his very underwhelming anecdote that no one really cared much for.

“Oh no,” you whispered, not particularly to anyone, as you realized it’s going to take Slughorn a while to actually get to the point.

“We’ll be here a while,” Harry whispered back, which surprised you. It was a very rare occurrence for you two to whisper to each other, and even more unusual for you two to be agreeing.

“But never mind that!” Slughorn said finally, “You lot will be brewing memory potions!”

Almost instantly, you grabbed a hold of your Advanced Potions book to examine the recipe. A few others did the same and Slughorn visibly noticed.

“Ah,” he said, “You won’t find the recipe in there. You will have to find the recipe yourselves.” He smiled. “After finding the precise list of ingredients and measurements, I would like you, with your partners, to brew the potion.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration. Find the recipe?

“This assignment is, of course,” Slughorn went on, “a competition. The first pair of students to successfully brew a memory potion with effects lasting for precisely 7 hours will receive an O on the next essay!” He smiled as his eyes moved around the room. “You have until next week, but this potion can be done in a day...” His smile grew, waiting for a reaction from the group.

The students in the room all had no idea how to proceed. Find the recipe? 7 hours? This assignment seemed like way too much work, all for an O on the next essay?

“Alright! Get to work, you lot,” Slughorn urged as he laughed and walked back to his desk, failing to elaborate.

You looked around the room to find that everyone had started to talk to their partners, trying to figure out how they would be going about this peculiar task.

“We need to stay up all night,” you said quickly, turning your head to face Harry.

“What? Why?” he questioned with confusion in his eyes, “We have a week!”

“Zabini and Greengrass will most definitely stay up all night,” you told him urgently, “I know it. We need to beat them.”

“But--” Harry tried to reason with you. Spending all night working on potion with you? He wasn’t exactly looking forward to it.

“Look, do you know where we might be able to do this?” you ignored what he said previously, turning to get a fresh piece of parchment, “I was thinking of an abandoned classroom, but Filch will easily catch us.”

Harry did know a place. But did he really want to work on a potion all night? With you, no less?

“Fine,” you sighed as you once again turned to face him, “You need to sneak me into your common room then.”

“What? No!” he exclaimed, alarmed. He was not about to do that. For all he knew, this was all just some clever ploy to get back at the Gryffindors for beating the Slytherins in the Quidditch match last week.

“Where else would we go?” you question irritably.

“What about your common room?”

“No. I already told you Zabini and Greengrass will probably use it to brew their potion tonight.”

“But, I can’t sneak you in.”

“You have to!”

Harry was conflicted. He couldn’t sneak you into his common room, and he didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he were caught in your common room.

“Fine, okay,” Harry said as he fixed the glasses on his face, thinking, “I might know a place.”

“Okay?” you said, getting incredibly frustrated at his cryptic response, “Please enlighten me, oh Chosen One.”

“Just meet me on the seventh floor tonight.” He ignored your clever response and gave you a straightforward one. Like he always did.

“But there--” you tried to protest. The seventh floor had no classrooms that you could use.

“Just--” Harry also seemed to be getting frustrated as he insisted, “Just do it. Alright?”

“Fine,” you crossed your arms and leaned back into your seat.

You expected the night to go horribly. You expected a dreadful night, filled with insults. You expected your hatred for Harry to only have increased in the morning. What you didn’t expect was what actually happened.

(Part 2 has been posted!)

[aspiringauthorintraining]

HARRY POTTER

HARRY POTTER IMAGINES MASTERLIST

James Potter

Favor for a Friend

Potter’s Super Date #1 #2

Second to None  #1 #2 #3

Remus Lupin

Chocolate

Selfish (1) (2)

Newt Scamander

Magizoologist-in-Training: #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7

Draco Malfoy

It’s All Your Fault

Zabini’s Honeymoon

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Make It Up to You

Tom Riddle x Male Reader

A/N: This was requested over on our Wattpad! I hope this is okay! I ditched my original idea so I hope it’s still fine, I'm so unfamiliar with Tom Riddle, and I have no idea how he'd act so he’s probably so ooc. Any and all feedback is appreciated! I'm so sorry it's this short, I can try to write something longer for him another time, maybe once I'm confident with writing his personality.

You and Tom had been together for about 2 months now, your feelings for the raven growing with each day. The two of you had planned a romantic evening in the courtyard, to talk as the sun set.

You had been waiting for about 20 minutes now, taking glimpses at your watch occasionally. Tom was never the type to arrive late, most of the time making it before you. So you were obviously quite curious, maybe even a little worried. Yet you continued to wait, deciding if he didn't arrive by the end of the hour, you would leave to try and find him.

You barely notice the time passing by as you watch the stars, making shapes as you fell into your own world. That was until you heard the door squeak open and fall back shut. You dropped your gaze to the out-of-breath figure standing before you. "I'm so sorry, Dear. I was caught up taking care of a few 1st years. Please forgive me for missing our date."

You let out a chuckle as you place a hand on his cheek, your face inching closer to his. "Of course I forgive you, Love. You had no control over it." He nods, leaning further into your touch, thus bringing his face dangerously close to your own.

He hums before he speaks, a hushed tone being let out. "Yes, but there is something I do have control over. How about I make it up to you? Perhaps somewhere a little more private?" His lips softly pressed onto yours as he awaited an answer.

Once he pulls back, you give him your approval. The two of you were now quick to rush into the nearest bathroom, moving into the nearest stall as your hands turned the lock.

You pushed him against the stall door as your lips collided, his hands holding onto whatever part of you they could as one of yours moved to the nape of his neck, your fingers curling into his short locks. Your breaths become rapid and uneven as the both of you struggle to pull off each other's robes, your lips still locked together.

As both of your robes fall to the ground, you pull back. Your hot, short breaths mingle with each other's before you move back in, his arms now wrapped around your neck as you pull his body into yours. The kiss now somehow deeper than before as Tom brings his hands to your chest, pulling at your tie before fiddling with the buttons on your blouse.

You assist him, taking your hands off of him as you finish the last couple of buttons before letting it fall, it landing on top of your forgotten robe. Tom's fingers run through your hair as you start to work on his button-up, your hands fumbling around as they reach lower.

As he's about to pull his shirt off, a voice echoes through the stone bathroom.

"Naughty Naughty, you're gonna get caughty."

Your heads turn at the unmistakable sound of Peeves' taunting, Tom's quickly pulling his clothes back on as you pick yours up from the floor, the poltergeist continues. "Headmaster Dippet won't be proud to hear this." He quickly scurries away as you're left with an embarrassed Tom.

"I should probably go and sort that out." His words were breathy, still recovering from the lack of air minutes prior. You nod, chuckling as he quickly fixes his appearance before he opens the door to the stall, rushing out the bathroom to try and beat Peeves to the Headmaster's office.

A/N: I really don't like this, I don't think I did it as well as I could've. I hope it's still readable though. I also wanted to say thank you guys for the amount of requests, it makes things just that bit easier! And thank you for all the support, we really appreciate it!

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[to-fly-with-clipped-wings]

1. The Very Beginning

The Very Beginning - Killing Butterflies

Pairing: (H. Potter x Black! reader)

"I think he's brilliant," the boy said coldly. "Do you?" Draco said, jeering. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?" "They're dead." Your mouth opened once again in shock before shutting. You were torn between apologising to the boy for bringing it up, or telling him to join the club. OR: in which you and the boy who lived have a less than fairy tale beginning

Series Summary: (Y/n) Black - the one and only heiress to the noble house of Black - who also happens to be the daughter of the infamous Regulus Arcturus Black (and the niece of the notorious criminal Sirius Black). But despite the titles, rules and expectations that befall you, there are only two things that you long for, at which you will not cease to achieve: Firstly, to fill in the big shoes left behind by your late father. And secondly, burn the butterflies that flutter within your stomach in the presence of Harry Potter (who happens to be the sworn enemy of, perhaps, your entire family).

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The sharp noise of a hand rapping upon your bedroom door at an ungodly hour is how your day had begun. You jolted awake, harshly rubbing your eyes and scowling at the sound that had forced you up.

As your eyes began to unblur and focus, a voice called out from beyond your room. You didn't catch that they said, though.

Grumbling, you tossed your blanket aside and grudgingly walked to open the door to your bedroom.

Cracking open the door, you expected to see Dobby, the Malfoy's house elf, bidding you a good morning and handing you a cup of water.

To your surprise, however, outside was Draco Malfoy, your distant second cousin (something along those lines, you'd never really been fussed enough to check). He was still in his nightwear. His hair was slicked, as always, and he had been tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for you to emerge from your room.

"Finally, there you are," he rolled his eyes, but he didn't bother to mask the excitement that was stretching across his face rapidly. "Guess what the owl just dropped off?"

He didn't wait for you to guess, as he just brandished two thick, yellowish letters toward you.

Your eyes widened as you registered the words scrawled on top of the envelope.

Ms (First Initial). Black

(Y/n)'s Bedroom

Malfoy Manor

Skipping over the last few words of the address, you felt far more awake. "The Hogwarts letters have arrived?"

You felt a grin quickly cross your face and without a second thought you raced off to the dining hall with Draco hot on your trail.

"Narcissa! Lucius! Can you believe it?!" You beamed at them, skidding to a halt at the entrance of the room. Beside you, Draco nodded his head profusely.

Narcissa gave you both a gentle smile, and Lucius gave a grunt in acknowledgement, not glancing up from his newspaper. 

Draco handed you your letter and you pulled out the parchment inside.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand. Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed.    of Wizards)

Dear Ms Black, 

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva Mcgonagall

Deputy Headmistress

You clutched the letter tightly in your hands and grinned once again. 

Lucius eyed both you and Draco before saying "I don't see why you both are so excited. I mean, it's obvious you two were going to get in to Hogwarts from the moment you were born."

Draco's joyful stance deflated slightly, taking on a more poised composure. He nodded again, but far more solemnly as he mirrored his father's expression of casual disinterest.

 Narcissa patted Lucius's hand lightly. "I'm just glad that you decided against having either of them sent to Durmstrang," she said, referencing the cause of their heated argument just days ago.

He lifted his chin up before sniffing. "I still think it would be a better choice than Hogwarts and all the mudbloods they'll be exposed to. Not only to mention the more respectable curriculum!"

"Let's not get back into this again, Lucius."

Lucius sighed and returned to his paper, drawing a long sip from his cup of tea.

Interjecting into the conversation, you asked "when will we be able to get our stuff for Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, I want to get my wand," added Draco, turning his nose upwards. "I also want to check out the new model for the Nimbus line."

"Well," began Narcissa. "Your father and I have quite a bit of work for the Minstry that we have to get completed before the months ends, but I do suppose we can pop down to Diagon Alley on the 31st to grab your new school equipment."

You and Draco both nodded at her words and with a satisfied look on her face, she said "alright, wonderful. Now the two of you get dressed whilst I send the owl to Hogwarts with your answers. I will send Dobby up when he finishes preparing breakfast."

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31th, July, 1991 - Approximately thirty days later.

"Mistress Malfoy requests that you show up downstairs to leave for Diagon Alley, Miss Black," chirped the house elf in front of you, Dobby. He was a dopey little thing, but you found him to be earnest and sweet. His large green eyes ogled at you and you swore that they got larger every time you saw them.

You crinkled your nose, trying your best to ignore the feeling of apprehension that settled in your stomach. You'd be travelling by floo powder, and while you did agree it was one of the best ways to get from one place to another, the journey itself was rather... tumultuous.

Dobby squeaked at your expression. "Dobby is sorry, Miss Black. B-but Mistress Malfoy said that she did want extra time to pick up supplies...!"

If you had been any other person in the Manor, you'd have slapped Dobby off of you and given him a severe punishment for making such a comment. But, thankfully, you weren't and instead you just gave him a slightly awkward thumbs up.

"Ah, that's fine, Dobby, I was just thinking of something else. But don't get troubled by it."

Nodding at Dobby in goodbye you grabbed your bag and hurried down the stairs to the fireplace. You were greeted by three disgruntled faces.

"Now that (Y/n) has finally arrived," said Lucius, throwing you a pointed look. "Let's get going."

One by one, you each grabbed a handful of the powder, threw it into the fire, stepped into it, crying out "Diagon Alley!" and were then suddenly sent through a series of fireplaces before tumbling out of the fireplace inside of the Leaky Cauldron. After being tossed out of the floo network, you leaned on the wall, gasping for air, dusting off your robes that were now caked in soot.

Tom, the barman, widened his eyes at the presence of you and the Malfoy family, but there was little time to gauge his reaction. You all strode through the pub to the small out room.

Tapping his wand on a brick on the wand, Lucius revealed a whole new addition to the drab setting of the Leaky Cauldron. Not that it was anything astounding to you, though.

Narcissa placed her hands on the shoulders of Draco and you, getting your attention. "Now," she said. "Lucius will go and handle your book list and stationery supplies and I will go to Eeylops Owl Emporium to pick out owls for the two of you. In the meanwhile, you two go to Madam Malkin's and get your robes sorted out. We will meet up by Ollivander's once all of this is completed."

"Wait, no," said Draco frowning. "I want to see the brooms first."

"Okay, then," Narcissa compromised. "We'll meet up by Quality Quidditch Supplies and then go to Ollivander's."

She then proceeded to clap her hands together and shoo you both away.

As soon as the both of you were at of earshot, Draco turned to you and mumbled "Don't you think that mother does that a lot? She gets all bossy and and commanding out of nowhere?"

You looked at him and then nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I suppose she does." He seemed pleased with your answer, and that was that apparently.

When two of you had entered Madam Malkin's shop (Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions), a rather squat woman greeted you at the door and then ushered you to the back of the shop and onto the footstools.

Two more witches bustled toward the two of you. "Hogwarts, am I right dearies?" asked one of them.

"Yes," you said, answering her question.

The shop fell into a silence as the witch attending to you slipped a long, black robe over you and began diligently pinning the fabric to your frame. 

You tried your best not to wince whenever she accidently stuck a pin into you, instead resorting to scowling at a corner of the room. It sapped a lot of your willpower, though, and your scowl was steadily growing into glaring at the poor mannequin at the window.

A few minutes later, a rather scrawny boy with tousled black hair and glasses entered into the shop.

He was nothing too impressive, you noted, but on closer inspection you did realise that his eyes were the most brilliant, vivid shade of green. It put your own eyes to shame, really. 

The boy stood on the stool next to Draco and Madam Malkin began fixing up a robe for him too.

"Hullo," said Draco immediately, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," said the boy, who did look quite nervous. But it wasn't unusual, most people looked nervous when they spoke to one of the Malfoys.

"Us too," drawled Draco, tilting his head casually towards you. 

You dipped your head in hello, and he too quickly (and with much awkwardness, mind you) reciprocated the gesture.

"My father's next door buying my books and Mother's up the street looking at owls," continued Draco. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first-years can't have their own. I think I'll bully Father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

"First-years can't have brooms because they want to make sure we know how to play properly first," you reminded him in a jabbing tone.

He shrugged. "Have you got your own broom?" he asked the boy.

"No."

"Play Quidditch at all?" Draco pressed on, despite the other boy's clipped answers.

"No."

"I do - Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree."

"Do you know what house you'll get into?" you questioned him, causing the boy's head to swivel from Draco to you.

"Er, no." he said sheepishly.

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they?" said Draco, "but I know I'll be in Slytherin..."

You smirked slightly and nodded at that.

"...All our family have been - imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?'

The boy mumbled "mmm," and you raised your eyebrow curiously at him. The boy looked very clueless to the words that Draco had been spewing out. It made you wonder if maybe this was the first time he had heard them.

With a furrowed brow, you wondered if that was because - maybe - he was a mudblood.

"I say, look at that man!" Draco cried out suddenly.

A man of considerable height stood outside the window. He grinned at the scrawny boy and gestured towards the two large ice-creams he hand in his hands. With his scruffy, untamed mass of hair you seriously wondered if he was a giant. But even with his great size, he was too small to be one. Maybe he was a giant that suffered from an extreme case of dwarfism. He was tall, sure, but was probably still only the size of a regular giant's ring finger.

"That's Hagrid," the boy answered properly for the first time. "He works at Hogwarts."

Your mouth widened into a 'oh.' You had heard of the Hogwarts gamekeeper through Lucius, who was a school governor. 

"I've heard of him," you supplied. "He's like the maid there, isn't he? A savage drunkard?"

The boy gave you a less than displeased look, but Draco agreed with you. "I hear he lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and again he gets drunk, tries to do magic and ends up setting fire to his bed."

"I think he's brilliant," the boy said coldly.

"Do you?" Draco said, jeering. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"They're dead."

Your mouth opened once again in shock before shutting. You were torn between apologising to the boy for bringing it up, or telling him to join the club.

Luckily, though, Draco handled it for you. 

"Oh, sorry." he said, but you were certain even that Hagrid man could tell he didn't sound too sorry. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"

"They were a witch and a wizard, if that's what you mean."

Guess he wasn't a muggle-born after all. Perhaps he was just a really slow pure-blooded boy? He should've been familiar with all the wizarding terms, even if he hadn't been raised by his parents. How weird, you thought.

"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you?" continued Draco. Merlin, that boy just kept on talking. "They're just not not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname anyway?"

Madam Malkin though, before the boy could answer, announced he was done and free to go. The boy quickly hopped down form his footstool and gathered his new robes.

"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," said Draco, bading him goodbye.

When the boy had left, Draco began speaking to you. "You're awfully quiet. Where's your usual blabbermouth?"

You scowled deeply at him. "Nevermind that. We arrived before him, why does he get to leave first?"

"Oh, sorry about that dears," said your witch, straightened up and pulling the robe off you. "Female robes just take a few minutes extra and I figured you'd want to leave with your friend."

"Okay," you said simply, but you frowned at her anyways. For good measures.

You dug into your bag and handed her enough Galleons to cover the price of both sets of robes.

You and Draco left the store and immediately headed (basically sprinted) towards Quality Quidditch Supplies.

You wished you could say something interesting happened there before Narcissa and Lucius had arrived, but really, it was just Draco's nose pressed up against the glass of the shop whilst you stood next to him, admiring the broom in a much more dignified manner.

Your guardians, upon their arrival, wasted no time in dallying and the four of you made your way to Ollivander's for your wands.

The store was rather slim and its sign Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC had begun to peel off. Regardless of its poor appearance, to an old wizarding family like yours, you knew that the wands there were nothing short of the best.

The wide, watery gray eyes of the store's owner were the first thing that you saw when you entered. 

"Hello, Ollivander," said Lucius, almost politely. 

"Why hello to you too, Mr. Malfoy," he said softly. His face was wrinkled and elderly. "What a wonderful family you have there."

His gaze seemed to grow distant before he snapped his eyes suddenly back to Lucius. "Elm with dragon heartstring core, sturdy and thirteen inches long, am I right? And for your lovely wife here, another elm wood too, twelve and a half inches but with a unicorn hair core. Springy, no?"

You shivered a bit at the man's piercing stare and his freakishly sharp memory.

"Well then," he fixed his eyes now on you and Draco. "What arms are your wand arms?"

Draco held out his right arm and you obediently stuck out your [dominant arm]. He then began to measure the lengths between your fingertips and elbow.

"Hm, I see," he said, nodding his head seriously once he had finished. He suddenly dashed to the shelves and scanned through them. Taking out two boxes, he handed the first to Draco ("Dragon heartstring, cedar wood, bendy, ten inches") and the other to you ("pine wood, phoenix feather, nine and three quarters").

He didn't say anything else and just observed you and Draco closely as you both waved the wands around in the air.

Needless to say, when all of the windows and lamps shattered within seconds, it was just a tad bit obvious that these wands were not to be.

Ollivander tutted and turned around again. He didn't look that upset however. He bustled to the back of the shop and pulled out a few more boxes. Waving the next few wands had no better effect than the first ones.

Ollivander suddenly gasped, as though an idea had just sprung up into his head, and using his own wand, summoned a box from the top shelves.

Handing it delicately to you, he murmured, "ten and a half inches. Cypress wood, unicorn hair core and pliant."

Taking the wand into your hand, you raised it above your head and waved it. A tingly, warm feeling suddenly flooded through your body, and with it, a spectacular shower of sparks emerged from the wand.

Ollivander looked delighted and exclaimed a few words of praise. Narcissa was smiling widely and even Lucius looked somewhat pleased. 

"They do say that cypress wands pick only the most noblest of wizards!" cried Ollivander, his grey eyes positively shining. "It's no surprise that one it would pick was the heiress to the house of Black!"

Draco glared at you, his frown reappearing from frustration. He had yet to find a wand that would choose him. He grabbed another box from Ollivander's table.

He ended up trying out quite a few more wands before he came across a wand that picked him. Honestly, you were surprised that there was a wand out there that tolerated the boy enough to be stuck for the rest of his life. You didn't pay attention to it was made of but knew it also contained a unicorn hair core like yours.

You were instead admiring your wand, turning it over in your fingers. An intricate vine-like pattern weaved up from the wand's base and smoothed itself out near its middle. Despite all of the crevices formed from its spiralling trail, it still managed to fit your fingers perfectly. It was quite a beauty.

Lucius handed Ollivander fourteen Galleons and Ollivander bowed at the four of you as you left.

"All that's left is the apothecary's," you said.

All of you headed towards the said shop and you took the time to look at the owls Narcissa had picked up for you and Draco.

For Draco, she had somehow gotten an eagle owl (even though the Owl Emporium did not sell them). He looked particularly smug with his newly acquired wand and owl. 

And for you, Narcissa had gotten a large tawny owl who was blinking at you with its massive eyes. You cooed at it, and smirked when it hooted back. 

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You later named him Castor. You quite liked the name, which was as a star in the Gemini constellation. It was also, you believed, the name of a distant relative who had died of dragon pox some time ago.

You handed the owl a letter addressed to 12 Grimmauld Place. It was a note to Kreacher, informing him of your acceptance to Hogwarts and a request to send back one of his sandwiches in his reply.

Waving the owl off, you couldn't quench the growing excitement inside of you. In just a few weeks, you'd be on the Hogwarts Express on your way to becoming a Hogwarts student, and eventually a fully fledged witch.

Who would've guessed what happened to you before then?

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The fun fact today is:

You didn't speak to Draco for two days because you got mad at him for "copying your wand's core"  and gave him a lecture on at least trying to be original.

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Severus Snape: As a final assignment, you will have to make a potion with a function, chosen by you.

Student: Great! This is my time to make a potion to shrink penises.

Severus Snape: ....A What?....

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Severus Snape: Como tarea final, tendrás que hacer una poción con una función, elegida por ti.

Estudiante: ¡Genial! Este es mi momento de hacer una poción para encoger penes.

Severus Snape: ...¿Qué?...

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Harry Potter: The Forgotten House

Hi all! I wrote a new Hogwarts AU fic on Faible, which is a new website I've been publishing a lot of HP fics on recently! It's an interactive story, so the ending can be completely tailored to the choices you make!

Harry Potter: The Forgotten House

In an unexpected twist, the students of Hogwarts discover a hidden, long-forgotten house, Serpentis, whose members once practiced a unique form of ancient magic.  As the new Hogwarts transfer student hoping to just blend into the background, you are thrust into the spotlight when you get placed in this mysterious house. With the help of your friends from other houses, you must uncover the secrets of Serpentis and its rising dark forces within the Wizarding World, and the reason it was erased from history.