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r2d2lover · 5 months ago

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Healing Touch

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader (QuidditchPlayer!Mattheo x Healer!Reader)

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, vaginal sex, F/M, fingering, aged-up characters, semi-public sex, Hogwarts Uni AU

Summary:

You give an alternative form of medicine after an injury lands star Quidditch player, Mattheo Riddle, in your care.

Friday nights always brought a familiar routine - milling around the bustling infirmary, secretly hoping for some excitement to break up the monotony. You couldn't help but feel a small twinge of guilt at your thoughts, wishing for someone to get injured during the intense Quidditch game and be sent to you for patching up. But most of the time, it was just a steady stream of students in need of minor first aid and basic pain relief potions after the games. And yet, despite the lack of excitement, you found comfort in these quiet evenings spent with Madam Pomfrey, the kind-hearted matron who ran the infirmary. Your friends may have called it "sad," but you found solace in her company and often lost track of time as you engaged in riveting conversations with her. You were no stranger to the infirmary; you had been under her watchful advisory since secondary school and working your way to a full time job at St. Mungo’s upon your graduation. It was almost therapeutic, in a way, to escape from the chaos of game day and simply unwind with such a wise and motherly figure.

Tonight, however, was different. It started off normal enough, with the most exciting prospect being refusing a stash of Mallowsweet leaves from kids looking to smoke the dried herb. That incident caused Madam Pomfrey to ask you to catalogue the stores, which you did happily while humming to yourself. Right before you could start, the infirmary doors busted open with a bang, startling you from your reverie. A group of students clad in green fangear from hats to painted faces rushed in, supporting a limp figure between them. Your heart raced as you recognized the unconscious form of Mattheo Riddle, his Quidditch robes torn and muddy.

"Bludger to the head," someone shouted as Madam Pomfrey hurried over. You sprang into action from your position, grabbing potions and bandages as the matron directed. For once, your presence wasn't just busywork; you were needed.

Mattheo was carried in on a magic stretcher, curled up in pain and still spilling curses from his bruised lips. If it had been earlier in your youth, you would’ve assumed the Slytherin boy got into some fight. In your apprenticeship years in secondary school, you patched up your fair share of Mattheo Riddle confrontations of both parties. At some point, Mattheo turned himself around by channeling his anger into Quidditch and even ended up scoring a scholarship to the same uni as you. He was still a regular customer of yours, especially since he started setting his sights on playing professionally. And if you were honest with yourself, you liked the conversations you had with him while you held his hand and set a broken appendage with Skelegro or stitched him up after a nasty fall. Though your relationship was transactionally based, you found yourself referring to him as your friend. Mattheo was a natural charmer as well, and you had your fair share of flustered moments on an off-handed comment of his. Even if you preferred the company of Madam Pomfrey on Friday nights, you definitely favored a more flirtatious company.

You unloaded the star Quidditch player onto a hospital bed at the end of the hall for maximum privacy. You dismissed his friends with thanks and told them that they needed to leave if they wanted to see Mattheo get better. As you drew the curtains around Mattheo's bed, you caught a glimpse of his pained expression. Your heart clenched at the sight. Madam Pomfrey bustled over with her wand at the ready, muttering diagnostic spells under her breath.

"Mild concussion, broken arm, and a nasty laceration on his thigh. Nothing we can't handle, but it'll take some time. Fetch the Blood-Replenishing Potion and prepare a Calming Draught. I am going to the pitch to see if there are anymore injuries," Madam Pomfrey announced grimly. You nodded, hurrying to the potions cabinet. As you gathered the necessary vials, you heard Mattheo groan.

"Wha... happened?" Mattheo slurred, trying to sit up. His eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glassy. You shushed him and held up the Calming Draught to his lips, coaxing the liquid into his mouth gently. You raked your fingers through his body to check for any more injuries, silently biting back your breath as you felt how hardened his muscles were. That’s wildly inappropriate, you scolded yourself. You mixed the Calming Draught with the ill-tasting Skelegro, hoping it would disguise the taste enough for him to stomach it. Mattheo was still hazy when you wrapped his arm in a sling and he found comfort in squeezing your arm to ease the pain. Normally, you would never let the identity of your patient cloud your level of care, but Mattheo was just different.

“You took a nasty fall during the game tonight. Hey, I… I’m going to have to remove your pants to get to that cut on your thigh,” You say shakily while slowly and gently peeling back the blood soaked bandage. The medic on the pitch did a haphazard job, which only brought him more pain. Mattheo let out a silent hiss through gritted teeth before he nodded. He tried to use his free hand to help you unlace the front of his uniform, but you waved him aside. With a slung arm, you had no option but to take pity on him. You undid his pants quickly while keeping an eye on his face to gauge his pain. For a man with a broken arm and a deep laceration on his upper thigh, he seemed to be more focused on you undoing his pants. He watched you in a labored mixture of panting and groaning, but he eventually conceded to the pain and threw his head back with his eyes squeezed shut. You held up a drink spiked with Wiggenweld to his lips to distract him from the pain in his leg, but really you were trying to distract yourself from the sinful sight in front of you.

“Bloody hell… Do you think they’ll let me play in the game next week?” Mattheo sipped on the pain relieving potion greedily. You watched him with matched greediness as he licked droplets of the potion off his lips and threw his head back. For your own sanity, you patted the corners of his mouth with a rag. Mattheo wrapped his hand around your arm in what you guessed to be an attempt to steady himself, especially as you turned your focus back to his bloodied pants.

“I’m not sure, but if you let go of my arm, I can try to make sure that you do,” You teased gently, flexing your arm to signal him. Mattheo opened his eyes in embarrassment and released his iron-clad grip on your bicep. Normally, you wouldn’t have noticed, but his hand was so large that it completely wrapped around your arm and choked your blood supply. He apologized sheepishly, then delved his front teeth into his bottom lip while you finally pulled off his pants. “Tell me if it hurts any more, I can give you more Wiggenweld.”

“The pain’s not so bad… it’s more of a mental thing, I think,” Mattheo watched carefully as you started to clean the scape on his thigh. It was a nasty mark, but he seemed proud of it and didn’t regret the scar it would form if it meant securing the championship. You slowly massaged a salve into his skin, which made him shiver and jump.

“Mental?” You questioned without looking up. His words tightened a knot in your stomach but you persisted. Your hands dipped back into the pot of salve to add another layer but Mattheo grabbed your wrist.

“Please, you must hurry up. I don’t think I can handle you rubbing on my thigh much longer. It’s bloody torture,” Mattheo breath hitched as you twisted out of his grip and returned your hand back to his thigh. The knot from before threatened to jump out of your throat at his words, but you weakly laughed it off as you continued applying the cooling paste. The Quidditch player should’ve also won a championship for self-restraint, for even with your hands brushing the edge of his plaid boxers, he was well composed. You figured it was the pain from his injuries to save both of your egos.

“Maybe I like you in a compromising position. Makes you less… godly, I guess,” You joked with a soft smirk. Mattheo made an odd gurgling noise that sounded like a choked groan, but your back was turned to him while looking for a bandage. When you turned back around, Mattheo’s eyes were opened with a thigh-clenching darkness to them. Swallowing dryly, you chose to ignore it and started to bandage up his thigh. Mattheo’s fingers twitched at his side, as if he were trying to reach out. The wicked side of you just wished he would. “Too tight?”

“No, that’s fine... Fuck, maybe we should stop talking,” Mattheo snapped out of whatever trance he was in and sat up.

“I don’t know… what you’re talking about…” You mentally kicked yourself at how timid you sounded. Mattheo leaned forward and grabbed your waist tightly with his free hand. You gasped at the way his fingers dug into your sides and the show of strength it was to make you crash into him. “Mattheo, this is highly inappropriate-!”

“Does that mean you’re going to stop me?” Mattheo’s voice dropped an octave and the bass vibrated your core. You shook your head with a stammer, but still you let Mattheo bring his warm breath from your ear to your jaw.

“Madam Pomfrey- She might-” You struggled to keep your composure as to not give Mattheo the satisfaction. You suppressed a moan with a cough.

“Then you should be quiet, hm, love?” Mattheo grinned against your jaw before dragging his mouth down further. He pulled you against his sling, wincing only slightly as you pressed into his bad arm.

“You don’t even like me,” You said breathily, trying to convince yourself more so than the man trailing kisses down to your collarbones. “You’re just confused… or like… misguided because I healed you.”

“What do you know about me, love?” Mattheo removed his mouth so that he could look at you. He grabbed your face with a conviction that silenced you. His eyes were deliciously glazed with lust and you felt yourself start to slip into his clutches. He strategically placed his mouth anywhere on your face except for your lips. While it was a tantalizing jest, it was a strange reminder that this was just sex for him.

“Mmm… I know that I’m not letting you take me in the infirmary,” You hissed. Mattheo grinned while he pulled you closer onto him and pressed his thigh against your legs. Your body betrayed you and you let out a soft moan.

“"How very stubborn of you..." Mattheo whispered in a low voice as he placed his mouth back on your neck. He attempted to bait you into grinding against him by rutting his thigh deeper into your core. "But... you're not fooling me. I know you're enjoying this just as much as I am..."

“It’s not a matter of enjoyment,” You stammer with a louder moan. Mattheo chuckled with satisfaction.

“Sure it isn't, love," Mattheo mocked, then he tugged free the buttons of your blouse. "Then tell me... why are you making those pretty little noises for me, hm?"

“You’re torturing me,” You pleaded. Mattheo's hand moved with a controlled eagerness, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your blouse. His eyes held a glint of satisfaction and mischief as he looked up at you. The intoxicating scent of Mattheo's cologne mixed with the scent of your own arousal filled the air, creating a heady and sensual atmosphere.

"Torture, is it? Well then, allow me to ease your suffering. Consider it repayment?" Mattheo's lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Oh, c’mon. You already took my pants off for me.”

Mattheo’s hand slipped beneath your loosened blouse, fingers tracing along your ribs. You shivered at his touch, your resolve weakening with each passing moment. Mattheo's mouth found yours again, his kiss hungry and demanding. This time, you responded with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair. He rolled his fingers into your bra and over your perched nipples. Your back arched involuntarily, pressing your chest further into Mattheo's skilled hands. Your body craved him. He chuckled low in his throat, clearly pleased with your responsiveness.

“Tell me you want this,” Mattheo’s words bubbled in his throat. With the use of only one hand, he made use of the situation and dragged his mouth down to your chest instead. The second his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, you swallowed a loud moan and pulled tightly at his curls. The pain made him growl and he only repeated himself. “Tell me you want me.”

“Do I really need to stroke your ego right now?” I chuckled back a moan. Mattheo bit the skin of your breast, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to be a warning. Your thoughts melted into nothingness as his tongue began to soothe the spot he had just bitten. His hand now delved under your dress hem and his fingers swirled around the top of your panties. He snapped the waistband tauntingly with an eyebrow raised at your insolence.

“You could always stroke something else,” Mattheo murmured. He twisted a fistful of the top your panties, the digging fabric providing a taste of friction. His voice dropped down to a threat. “I’m not asking now. Tell me.”

"Mattheo, please," You whimpered, your hips unconsciously shifting towards his teasing fingers. He released his hold and instead yanked off the thin fabric. Paranoia stirred inside you and you quickly looked around the quiet infirmary to see if your boss would catch you. Madam Pomfrey must’ve actually left and entrusted the clinic in your care. Though not the moment to think of it, it warmed you with a sense of pride. You tried to focus on that thought instead of diving headfirst into Mattheo’s fantasy.

"That's not quite what I asked for, darling. Try again,” Mattheo clicked his tongue, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. He had incredible patience with you, but you just thought it was because he liked to see you in such a compromised position. He dragged an ant agonizingly slow finger up your slit while still keeping his eyes locked onto yours. You gasped at the contact, which only made him move slower.

“I want you, Mattheo, please,” You were rambling at this point, much to Mattheo’s satisfaction. His eyes darkened with desire, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Please, you have to hurry. Someone could walk in.”

"That's more like it," Mattheo purred, his finger now circling your most sensitive spot. The corners of his lips quirk up in a wicked grin, his dark hair falling in disarray around his face. You were officially delirious with lust. "But I think I'll take my time. The risk makes it more exciting, doesn't it?"

You bit your lip to stifle a moan as Mattheo increased the pressure, your hips bucking involuntarily. The fear of being caught warred with the intense pleasure building within you. You couldn’t believe you were actually excited at the prospect of getting caught. Mattheo nuzzled your neck, encouraging you to tilt back your head back to expose your neck. His lips trailed hot kisses along your throat, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin. At the same time, he curled his middle finger into your heat while stifling your moan by dragging his tongue in your mouth.

“If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to stop. Do you want that, love?” Mattheo sunk his teeth into your earlobe and inserted his forefinger. “Fuck, are you sure you can handle anymore? You’re already getting off on just my fingers. Maybe this is enough for you.”

“No! No… Please, Mattheo…” Mattheo’s fingers were a delicious stretch, his hands large and rugged from his sport. They were nothing compared to yours and when he moved his thumb over your clit, you had to bite his shoulder to stop yourself from crying out. You barely caught yourself in time and forced yourself to silence your moan into a whimper. He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying your desperation.

"Please what?" Mattheo taunted, still continuing the ministrations of his fingers. He move his mouth back to your breasts, which only intensified the molten lava in your veins. You sucked in every moan with a tremor. "Tell me exactly what you want, love. I want to hear you say it."

"I... I want you inside me," You managed to gasp out between embarrassment and overwhelming desire. "All of you. Now."

Mattheo growled low in his throat, his patience and control finally snapping. In one fluid motion, he pulled you back into his hospital bed, which groaned loudly in a threatening exposure. You straddled him on the thin mattress, giving you a wonderful view of his darkened face. His hands made quick work of your remaining clothes as he positioned himself between your thighs.

"Remember," Mattheo warned, while he pressed the head of his length against your opening. "Not a sound."

You nodded frantically, biting your lip hard as Mattheo slowly pushed inside you. You buried your face deep into the crook of his neck and let out the moan you’ve been holding back escape. The stretch was exquisite, bordering on painful, and you had to concentrate every fiber of your being on staying quiet. You chanted his name into his neck as a prayer to stay quiet. Mattheo's eyes were dark with lust as he watched your face, clearly enjoying your struggle to remain silent.

"God, you feel amazing. So tight, so perfect for me," Once he was fully sheathed, Mattheo paused, giving you a moment to adjust. The two of you were artfully balanced between his injuries, which provided you a small distraction from falling over the edge of your climax too quickly. You whimpered softly in response at his words, rolling your hips to encourage him to move. Mattheo took the hint, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in with a powerful snap of his hips. The bed creaked ominously, and you both froze for a moment, listening for any sign that someone had heard. Mattheo snickered at your paranoia. When no one came, you gripped his shoulders and started to move yourself on his length again.

“Am I hurting you?” You asked shakily, feeling the bandage from his thigh rub up against yours. Mattheo let out another low laugh.

“I should be asking you that,” Mattheo’s voice was deliciously raspy in your ear and his chuckle made your knees weaken. You could barely hold your pace. Mattheo dug his fingers into your ass before giving it an intense smack that drove the pleasure in your stomach deeper. Surprisingly, he let you take control, but he still moved his fingers back and forth from swirling on your clit to your nipples.

“Your leg… your arm… I mean- Oh…”

“I’m fine, love. Don’t worry about me. you take me so well,” Mattheo assured. He brushed the hair out of your face and tugged it back to see your plain face. Your eyes fluttered shut as pleasure coursed through you, but Mattheo's grip on your hair tightened. "Look at me. I want to see every expression on your face."

On his command, you forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The vulnerability of being so exposed, both physically and emotionally, sent a shiver down your spine. Mattheo's eyes softened for a moment, a tender smile playing at his lips before desire overtook him again. He began to thrust up into you, matching your rhythm. The new angle had you seeing stars, and you bit your lip hard to keep from crying out. Mattheo's hand left your hair to caress your cheek, his thumb brushing over your abused lower lip.

“I’m close,” You whispered almost shamefully, panting at how hard you were trying to stay quiet. As you whispered, your face contorted with pleasure and your eyes squeezed shut. The flush of arousal spread across your cheeks and down your neck, your lips red and swollen from being bitten. Mattheo's gaze was locked on you, devouring your every expression, his own face twisted with lust and desire.

“You better look at me if you want to cum. I want you to look me in the eyes while you make a mess of yourself all over me,” Mattheo commanded with a growl. You snapped your eyes open, which was rewarded with a hand on your clit. He circled it with tighter grouping and precision, making it all the harder to stay silent. “Fuck, you’re impossibly tight. Fuck- Say my name when you finish, mmm.”

Steadying yourself with your hands planted firmly on Mattheo’s chest, you gave your hips one final grind as you felt him pull himself all the way out and slam himself back in. Without shame or remorse, you loudly cried out his name which was enough for Mattheo to spill himself inside of you. Your last moans and cries fill the room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing. Mattheo finished with a grunt, his voice rough and primal. You pushed yourself off of him with a shudder and a shaky breath, barely being able to stumble into the chair that you had pulled up in the first place to treat him.

“You should prescribe me this sort of medicine more often, gods,” Mattheo still looked heavenly while leaned back, flushed with a sweaty post-coital glow. “Do you think Madam Pomfrey will write me a note for a daily dose?”

“A daily dose? You’re presumptuous,” You finally catch your breath while you button back up your dress. The hard reality of your actions rear its ugly head at you as Mattheo grunts in a real pain and you rush to give him the rest of the Wiggenweld tincture.

“What? Do you need a preexisting condition of being exclusive or something? I’m serious,” Mattheo finishes the potion and wraps his hand into yours. You let out a laugh of disbelief. Non-committal was amongst the high praise for the Quidditch player.

“I’m just your Healer, I really shouldn’t have done that…” You shake your head and finally get the balance to stand. You smooth the wrinkles of your dress and weakly smiled at the injured man. “I basically took advantage of you, Mattheo.”

“It wouldn’t be that way if you were mine,” Mattheo sat up and grabbed you with his free hand. He sprung up from the hospital bed, his grip tightening around you like a vice. His eyes bore into yours with a fierce intensity as he closed the distance between you, his breath a hot reminder of the events that had just transpired. “I’ll let you think about it. But I amserious about that prescription, love. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You stood frozen as Mattheo released you and sauntered out of the room, his confident stride belying the injury that had brought him there in the first place. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and the lingering scent of his cologne. You were so screwed.

Part 2

Divider by @chachachannah

#SURPRISE!#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle quidditch #QuidditchPlayer!MattheoRiddle #mattheo riddle fic #Harry Potter smut #slytherin boys #Healer!Reader #Healer

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valeriearmani1 · 20 days ago

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remus going to the hospital after a particularly bad full moon, regulus being his healer

#marauders #harry potter #marauders era #moonwater #they fall inlove #healer #regulus black #remus lupin

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lulublack90 · 2 months ago

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Prompt 19 - Holly

@wolfstarmicrofic December 19, word count 770

Dumbledore had Remus going around the packs again on the full moon's. He’d tried to explain that the wolves didn’t want to fight, that they wanted to be left alone, but Dumbledore wouldn’t listen. He went anyway, as he liked to do what he could to help the packs, even if it was just healing those who struggled to heal themselves. Effie had always said he’d make an excellent healer, and he’d begun studying for a career in healthcare. That was until he was informed that, due to his Lycanthropy, he wasn’t eligible to train. He’d been distraught and fought hard to be able to train; he’d even had letters from all the staff who knew about him and an entire essay from Madam Pomfrey on why he would be an excellent healer. But it had all come to nought, and he’d spent the last decade and a half finding odd jobs, mainly in the muggle world, to pay the bills.

The pack he’d run with this month was one of the hardest up packs he’d come across. The pack was full of wolves who didn’t want to steal and beg. They’d made their own little settlement in the forest, and they hunted for their own food, but there was a distinct lack of necessities. Remus did what he could, dipping into Sirius's Gringott's accounts, with his permission, and bought them a few things, like blankets and toilet paper.

He visited them a few times outside the full moon as he enjoyed the company of the pack's members. He’d come after the full moon this time as he’d been running with a pack in Wiltshire that had been getting a bit too close to the Malfoy property for the Order’s liking. It had turned out that they had no idea that they’d strayed that far. Apparently, the hunting was excellent in the area, but they’d promised to keep their distance as they wanted no part in their war.

Today, there was a new member of the small pack. Remus’s heart broke when he saw the small blonde-haired little girl. She couldn’t be more than six.

“Greyback,” Penny told him in the way of explanation. “Horrendous. We got a tip-off that he’d been in the area. We found her hiding under her bed, both parents dead in the next room. We got her out of there as quickly as we could and covered up the mess Greyback left. So far, no one is looking for them,” Remus felt a wave of red-hot anger course through his veins. Greyback had ruined so many lives and here was his latest devastation.

The little girl was wrapped in one of the blankets he’d bought and being held by Naomi. The girl had tear stains down her face, with new ones being added every time she blinked. It was cold today and the forest was no place for a child. He made a decision and talked it over with Penny.

Remus opened the front door of Grimmauld Place. He walked as silently as possible past the curtained portrait of Walburga Black, sniffing the air as he went. He climbed the stairs, following Sirius’s scent into one of the upstairs sitting rooms.

“Hey,” He said as he entered the room.

“Oh, hey,” Sirius put his crossword and turned to face him. His smile froze on his face as his eyes widened as he took in what was in Remus’s arms, or who.

“Sirius, this is Holly. Holly, sweetheart,” He said gently to the little girl nestled in his arms, “This is Sirius,” Sirius stood and took a step towards them.

“Remus…”

“I know, I know,” Remus interrupted him. “But I couldn’t leave her, Sirius. The forest is no place for a kid.”

“Remus…”

“I know Grimmauld Place isn’t much better, but as soon as the war is over we can move out or renovate it…”

“Remus!” Sirius laughed as he shook his head.

“Oh, sorry,” Remus’s cheeks flushed as he realised he was babbling.

“I think it’s wonderful that you’re helping her.” He turned his attention to the tiny girl in Remus’s arms. “Holly, have you ever met a Hippogriff?” Holly shook her head. “Would you like to?” A nod this time. Sirius held his arms out, and Holly willingly went to him. Remus watched as Sirius walked away with the new addition to their little family as he chatted quietly to her on their way up to meet Buckbeak. Remus let out a happy sigh. Holly was going to have a hard life, but hopefully, he and Sirius could make it as good as possible.

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lunarlivs · 5 months ago

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I’m not saying more Drarry scrapbook collages now, but, uh… more Drarry scrapbook collages now.

That is all.

Please and thank you.

*Insert SpongeBob “I need it” GIF here.*

my dearest nonnie, this is for you <3

#you are absolutely right there should always be more drarry #hehe #so here’s them moving together :)#into grimmauld place that harry renovated #harry is still jobless and loving it #draco is secretly dreaming of a healers job but doesnt think he will ever get the chance #(he will)#yay!#draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanart #harry potter #harry potter fanart #drarry #drarry fanart #and #mr baby #maked his return #again!

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rottenherbs · 5 days ago

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Frequent Flyer (pt.2) // G.W x healer! Reader

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Summary: With madam Pomphrey leaving George in your hands, the close quarters open the opportunity to get to know eachother better ~

Word Count: 1.3k

Authors Note: SLOW BURN. actually v happy with this one! My week seems to be looking up so hopefully I’ll be in a better mood to write more. I appreciate everyone’s patience <3

[masterlist]

Much Love, Saige

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You hadn’t seen George since he unfortunatly dislocated his shoulder, and honestly you had hated seeing him in that much pain. His strong mask of indifference and comedy had worn off and the reality of his injuries shined through.

Oh, there were tears. Short, fat droplets fell from his cheeks as he shielded himself in your body, holding your hand firmly as Madam Pomphrey counted down.

It was humanizing truthfully. The young man had taken several falls that season, each only resulting in a few scrapes and a defining migraine but nothing he wasn’t able to walk off within the day.

But he had always been seen as untouchable, not just to you but to most of the students around. The long healing journey ahead of him only bolstered his reputation and his ego as well.

After the replacement of his shoulder, Mamam Pomphrey inclined she wanted him to stay overnight to monitor his status, though you knew it was more of a punishment in order for the boy to not jump back on the broom.

“Overnight, possibly the weekend depending-“ You repeated, rereading the chart Madam Pomphrey had left.

”Ohhh brother, I'm fine!” George wined, sitting up in the cot abruptly, unable to hide the stiffness and pain in his body. The soft cloth cast kept his arm in place, tightly bound with the help of magical knots. There was no way he could untie it himself-

“You know it's for the best.” You laughed, walking around his bedside adjusting his blankets. Goerge rolled his eyes, slumping lazily into the sheets. “You know she cares a lot for you and your brother.”

”Hmph.” George replied, looking off into the distance. The closer you stood to him, the faster his heart beat. The previous hours of hand holding, had lasting intimate thoughts trickle through his mind.

How you leaned into his body as he wept, holding his hand tightly. He had been consistently repeating the memory, hoping he could feel the sensation of your body on his again.

”Meaning-“ you added, patting his leg flirtatiously as he grunted. His head turned quickly towards you, as if awoken by a daze. “She knows you well enough to keep you in her sight so you don't get injured again.” You stood at the end of the cot with your hands on your hips, your head cocked slightly to the side.

George’s large brown eyes looked up to you, a soft joking pout settling on his lips as he watched you.

”That won't work on me.” You stumped, turning away and walking over to the windows. The sun was setting and it was time to turn over the hospital wing for the night. Goerge let out a large sigh, leaning his head back on his pillow and staring at the ceiling.

A moment of silence passed between you two, only the sounds of your heels hitting the stone floor echoed quietly though the empty hall.

You stole quick glances at him, seeing him almost lost in his own mind. You couldn't tell if he had a hundred thoughts going through his head or none at all.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked casually, hoping he wouldn't catch the shake in your throat as you asked. His eyes stayed firm on the ceiling, his lips tight into a thin smile. He caught himself quickly, ashamed that he was thinking of how your hand felt in his, and how embarrassed he was to be crying in your arms just hours prior.

Clearing his throat, he racked his brain for something to say.. something normal.

“Do you sleep here? At hogwarts.. I mean..” He spoke quickly, each word falling off of his lips as if he wasn't sure how the sentence would end.

You chuckled at the question, surprised at its nature.

“I sleep over there.” You pointed across the hall at an unsuspecting door, a small placard placed just adjacent with your name engraved in bronze. Georges eyes bulged almost at the thought that you'd be sleeping just a room away while he stayed in the large open space.

“Why.. Worried you might get scared of the dark all alone?’ You asked jokingly, watching his body stiffen as he sat up to get a better look. His cheeks reddened, almost shoving himself back down into the cot as if he wasn't interested.

“No? I mean.... pshhhh. Just curious.” He raptured, playing off his eager inflection poorly, rubbing his hands across the bed sheets anxiously. You laughed to yourself, walking over to his cot and taking a seat next to the bed, placing a single lit candle on the nightstand.

“What other questions do you have..” You asked, leaning back in the chair. “You’re my only patient and ive got time to kill.” You crossed your hands on your lap, interlocking your fingers. You hadn’t relatives how clammy they had gotten-

“I can ask anything?” Goerge asked, looking at you suspiciously.

”The world is your oyster.” You shrugged.

Goerge thought for only a moment, scheming several things he would love to know about you. His breathing was shallow, surprising you with hkw serious he took this offer.

Finally, after what felt like forever. He spoke,

“Where are you from?”

The question was simple, yet took you off guard anyway.

“Cambridge.” You responded simply.

“England?” Georges eyes bulged

“Last time I checked.” You chuckled, his face was screwed up in confusion, almost not believing your answer.

“Why didn’t you go to Hogwarts?” He asked plainly. His face was confused, almost jealous. He day dreamt for a moment how you’d look walking the halls.

“My mum got a job when I was young in France. We moved and I was already settled and accepted into beaubaxon.” You shrugged, pursing your lips. It was a plain answer, but not one to quench his thirst for knowledge.

A glimmer of dissatisfaction spread across George’s face.

“Well I believe you’d have a better time here.” He folded his arms across his chest, nodding his head approvingly.

“Riiiiigh.” You drawled on, rolling your eyes jokingly. “I got a fantastic education which made me end up here anyway.” You huffed, dramatically motioning around the hospital wing aimlessly.

“And what a gift that is.” George sung, smiling at you sweetly. You smiled back, stuck in the moment. Only the soft glow of the candle light lit up the space between you; the sun finally set over the horizon.

“Believe me. The pleasure is all mine.” You stood abruptly, feeling a rushing sense of butterflies in your stomach the longer your eyes locked. As you turned, George pouted behind your back, realizing that night was coming and you would have to part.

Brushing your uniform robes down, you glanced up at him briefly, clearing your throat.

“Alright. Is there anything I can get you before bed?” You smiled cheerfully, using any attempt to cover the sudden flush of color you felt rising to your cheeks.

“I wouldn’t mind a good sponge bath - I don’t think I’ve gotten rid of all the dirt under my nails.” He joked, lifting his hands and examining them closely.

“No nooo, not gonna work.” You took a step back, wagging your finger. George thought for another excuse, the wheels in his mind working in overtime as you took another step away from the cot.

“I’m quite afraid of the dark you see—“

“That’s what the candle is for!” You smiled, pointing enthusiastically at the growing flame on his nightstand. George huffed, leaning over pretending to blow out the candle.

“Don’t you dare.” You threatened, pointing your finger firmly at the boy. He leaned back over and stayed still in the center.

“Alright alright.” You chuckled, turning on your heel and walking with your back towards him. “

Madam Pomphrey will check in with you first thing tomorrow.”

“You can’t deny I’m good company!” George shouted after you, even though your back was turned you could hear the grin through each word.

Sleep tight!”

Lifting your right hand as you walked, you waved the boy away, shaking your head before disappearing into your bedchambers.

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catgriller · 1 year ago

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Draco drags Harry back to Grimmauld Place after drinking too much at a pureblood ball. Though Harry jus passes out and Draco stares a little too long at his Auror ..friend…

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cassiopeia-longbottom98 · 2 months ago

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Holy George!

Relationship: George Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/n Wood is waiting for her boyfriend and the rest of the Order to come back safely.

George comes back injured. Can our healer ssave him before its too late?

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Putting my supply of potions on the table, my hands fidget for something to do. My heart pounding anxiously waiting for word about the others.

"Y/n, do you need any help?" Ginny Weasley asked, pulling me out of my head. I look up at her and smile.

"No, I am sure I have everything. Just hate waiting, ya know."

Ginny sighed and nodded.

The rest of the Weasley family was transporting Harry from the his muggle relatives house. Hopefully, they don't run into any trouble.

As if fate heard my thoughts, we heard a port key in the yard. Ginny and I ran out seeing Harry and Hagrid.

Ginny ran to Harry and hugged him. I walked over to Hagrid.

"Hello Hagrid. Are you alright? Do you need me to heal you or?"

He sakes his head. "Nah, the Tonks did that for us while we were at their house."

I nod and turn to look at the love birds. Harry seemed to be crying and so was Ginny.

I pulled them inside to the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley fussed over them as I went and grabbed both of them a calming draught.

Hearing Hagrid yell for Molly, I turn to see Hagrid and Professor Lupin bringing in a bloody George. I drop the empty vial in my hand.

H-how? George... he can't be.

I get pulled out of my head as Professor Lupin called to me. Seeing as I am the only healer here, I rush to George's side.

I wave my wand in order to diagnostic scans. Everything seems to be intact.

Well other than his left ear. I accio a blood replenishing potion and force George to swallow it.

I run my hands through George's hair as I quietly cry. George hasn't said anything yet, still passed out due to his injury.

I hear Fred walk into the living room and the air in the room gets tighter. He walks across and kneels next to his twin.

George's eyes flutter open. I gasp as my free hand grabs Fred's hand.

"How are you feeling, Gred?" Fred asks.

I squeeze his hand tighter. Fred and I being each others support as we waited for his response.

"Saint-like" George whispers, "Get it. I'm holy Fred."

I gasp as Fred chuckles. I hear Molly burst into tears behind us. I look up and smile at her.

"Doll?" George calls out for me.

"Georgie, I'm right here. How are you feeling? I mean obviously alright if you can tell jokes." I roll my eyes. George chuckles.

"My head hurts. My ear?"

I hold back a sob as I tell George that there was nothing I could do to save his ear.

George tries to sit up. Fred races over and grabs him. "Take it easy." I scold him.

I leave and go look everyone over. I hand out calming draughts. I know everyone is going to need it. I hand Ginny a sleeping draught, so she can give it to Harry.

When I walk up to Professor Lupin, I hug him.

"Thank you for bringing him back." I cried, tears rolling down my face.

I feel Tonks run her hands through my hair.

"Y/n, why don't you go wash up? You have all of our blood on you literally. I can handle any more injuries that may come. Mum did teach me a few things."

I nod and look over at George. I'm so glad he's alright. George is sitting on the couch talking to his brothers and Molly trying to feed him.

After my shower, I go to the twin's room and sit on George's bed. All the emotions hit me at once.

I could have lost him today. I couldn't even save his ear. He must be angry with me for not being able to even save his ear.

I didn't hear George walk into the room. I look up as I feel George sit on the bed.

"Doll, are you alright?" I nod and try to fuss over him.

"Y/n, look at me. You did great. We are all okay. You helped all of us."

I break down, crying for minutes. George lays us down on his bed, carefully not to mess with his bandages.

"Plus now I have a real reason, when I don't listen to mum." I giggle at him.

"I love you." I whisper as I lay my head on his chest.

George's hand rubs my back as he places a kiss on the top of my head. "I love you too Y/n. Thank you for being here with me."

The war was here. We were all in endangered, but George was my light at the end of the tunnel. As long as I have him, I know everything will be alright.

#harry potter #george weasley x reader #george weasley #harry potter and the deathly hallows #7 Potters #Healer reader

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babywhosaid · 2 months ago

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RATING (DRAMIONE) FANFICS I READ THIS YEAR

Many years ago I used to read a lot of fanfics/AUs of Julie and The Phantons (btw, I'll never forgive you, netflix), but this year I got to read dramione and I have to say, I was obsessed. I read three in the beginning of the year, stayed on an hiatus and than BOOM! came back with full force.

A couple of days ago, I was talking with my friend and decided that would be so fun to write about what I read, but I have such a bad memory and I would like to write it with details, what won't happen (LoL)!

I read about 67 stories, I'm currently reading the 68 and I appreciate every single person who dedicated their time to write and create such beautiful stories. Between them there were a few that I believe I should comment on it (in positive and negative aspects).

Before I continue, I believe it's important to say that the stories I read might have some delicated topics that I don't recommend for people under 18 or are uncomfortable with it. I don't necessarily mean sexual topics, that I will mention for sure, but also topics that can trigger your mental health. So, please, if any of what I just said fits you, I recommend stop reading this post! Take care of yourselves!

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Now that we have talked about that, let's go!

DRACO MALFOY AND THE MORTIFYING ORDEL OF BEING IN LOVE by isthisselfcare

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34500952/chapters/85870804

One of the first fanfics that I read this year was the amazing, the beautiful, the extraordinary story "Draco Malfoy and The Mortifying Ordel of Being In Love" by isthisselfcare.

I have to start saying that I'm obsessed with stories that have strong names and this one has. In this one, Hermione Granger is a healer who has a dangerous project that only a few people know what is it about, because of the dangerous of it, an auror was assigned for her protection and can you guess who it was? Yes, the one and only, Draco Malfoy, ladies and gentlemen.

What I like about it, it's that the author don't make it their contact immediate as if they need to see each other 24/7 right in the beginning, by the opposite, it grows through the story, specially when she needs to travel because of her project and he needs to go with her (yes, that makes me giggle... a lot), in those travels, they spent a lot of time together and we get to see they going to some adventures together. In the books, we see hermione being the smartest one, but draco isn't very far behind her.

Hermione is AMAZING, she's not only a healer, but algo a doctor. Draco is INCREDIBLY, he's also very sassy. (Tell your cat I said psipsipsipsi)

Another point is the beautiful fanarts in the chapters, it brings life to what isthisselfcare wrote.

Is it HEA? Yes, it is!

Is there smut? I think it has, yes.

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ISOLATION by bexchan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23461513/chapters/56242591

I believe that Isolation by baxchan it's the most accurate option for what could have happen on the book "Harry Potter and The Deatlhy Hollows". For this one, we have to come back for the end of "Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince".

Draco Malfoy is in dangerous after the astronomy tower and Snape (and I think that McGonagall) create a plan to hide him. Where? Well, of course it's in hogwarts, but not anywhere, no, no. On Hermione's private monitors bedroom.

What I like in this story is that they don't have secret crush, at least I don't believe so (please, I love that trope, but not for this fic) and Draco Malfoy is a little shit, he still believe in blood supremacy and all those horrible things we was raised to believe. Hermione is also not very please to those news.

This fics happens through the last book, hermione in deathly hollows is supposed to be with the boys hunting horcruxes, but she had to stay in this fic.

I like that through the story, we can see Draco changing, questioning his beliefs. Hermione also has to go through what she created of him in her mind. It's very well constructed.

If you like forced proximity, this is for you. I love it, a 100% recommend.

Is it HEA? Yes!

Does is have smut? But of course.

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BLOODY, SLUTTY AND PATHETIC by WhatMurdah

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52884502/chapters/133769302

As I said before, I do love stories names that makes an impact, and WhatMurdah has done just that. Well, please, believe me when I say that Draco Malfoy is all of those things and we are here for it.

In this one, the Minister of Magic creates a law that people have to get married for a reconciliation in the magic world. Guess who gets married? Of course, Draco and Hermione.

What is very important in this one is that her "mudblood" scar hurts her a lot and she finds out how to make it better, I won't get into details so I don't spoil it.

I like it how the author constructed the marriage and even tho I don't remember much (not because I didn't like, but because I forget things), I remember I had a really good time reading it.

Is HEA? YES!

Does it have smut? Baby, WhatMurdah didn't put slutty in the tittle for nothing! *wink wink*

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A YEAR AND A DAY by Pubella

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31026083/chapters/76641353

Can we bring Daddy Draco, please? Yes, let's to this. As you can see, I'm a fool for a single dad trope, in this fic, he's not exactly single, he's getting a divorce (bye, bye, Astoria) and wants to keeps he's son, Scorpius. Narcisa, as the wise woman that she is, thinks it's better for him to marry someone and who's better than the golden girl? No one. Hermione is going through a rough path and kind of don't have other options and Narcisa's ofter becomes very appealing as she thinks about.

I LOVE Scorpius, but in this fics he's brilliant and he's relationship with Hermione is amazing.

Another thing that I was amazed by was the epilogue, I confess that epilogues in general always go in the same way, but in this fic, I was positively (and emotional) surprised by it.

Hermione and Draco's relationship isn't good in the beginning, and I love how it grows. What can I say? I like the yearning, the doubts, they questioning feelings and while you read you are screaming inside saying "STOP THAT NONSENSE AND KISS"

Is it HEA? YES and I cried.

Does it have smut? I do believe so.

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MEASURE OF A MAN by inadaze22

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26523892/chapters/64648648

There are a few fics that are very popular in the dramione fandom and Measure of a Man is one of them AND FOR A REASON.

Let me start saying that this fics is so so sooooo long, it's not a bad thing tho. Inadaze22 wrote 3 acts, they being nothing, something and everything. I like her choice in acts because it makes easier to see and understand when things change.

Narcisa Malfoy has dementia and Hermione Granger ends up being her healer (please, it's not a spoiler), that makes her get in contact with Draco Malfoy, but it's not a fast burn, but the opposite. They contact starts to grow.

Through the story he see Draco as a man, a father and a son, how much he has changed before the story started but algo through it. Hermione is not perfect and I'm here for it. I will defend woman's right and wrongs. What I like it that they both calls each other's bullshit and I think that honest that they develop is beautiful.

In this one, we have Scorpius, he's a child going through so much, I like how the author shows how much the parents' figures have an impact on a child's development. (Oh, please, let's give a round of applause to the emotionally supported cactus)

This fic is real, it brings pain, love, suffering, healing, acceptance, forgiveness and also mourning. That does not include necessarily the couple here. I did wish sometimes for more fluff, but that's on me, not in the author, this story was not about that and I love it how it was written.

Is it HEA? YES!

Does it have smut? Yes and also NSFW art.

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I read many others, but for this post, I decided to only talk about those. I tried to not give many spoilers or get into dedicated topics.

I hope you all liked and please let me hear your thoughts!

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