#healer harry potter

[drarryruinedme7]

hello, im actually really nervous because i am just starting to get involved with the drarry fandom. im trying to write a fic but it's my very first one. it has an accidental blood bind AND harry as a healer. in other fics it's usually draco as the healer so i thought it would be fun to switch it up. i just wanted to tell someone because i'm so excited!!! they make me so happy.

Hello nonnie! Good for you! I'm glad , always glad, to see someone new in the fandom, we need novelty, we need to not let our marvelous Drarry fandom die !

I love Healer Harry and you're right, there's never enough. But in the meantime, you gave me the idea to rec some of my faves (that might inspire you, who knows!) Good luck with it and make sure to let me know when it's posted, I'd love to read it :)

Nothing but a Heartbeat by maraudersaffair (E; 1.5k; 2018)

Summary: After Draco is attacked by a werewolf, Harry attempts to help him. Too bad Draco wants to eat him whole.

The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Fortune by secretsalex (E; 3.1k; 2017; mpreg)

Summary: if Astoria refuses to carry their child, Draco will—which is how he finds himself alone, pregnant, and a patient of Healer Potter’s.

Show Me My Options by unadulteredstorycollector (T; 5.6k; 2018)

Summary: Harry is currently training to be a Healer, which is going great! Except then suddenly the lecturer mentions male pregnancy and Harry is very, very confused. And unfortunately there's only one person who can explain it to him.

Constellations on your skin by @orange-peony (E; 56.4k; 2022)

Summary: “I’m going to get my scars removed,” Draco announces on a rainy Wednesday afternoon.

“Who are you seeing?” Blaise asks.

“The best Healer out there,” Draco replies with a little shrug. “Harry Potter.”

Fire Meet Gasoline by @lettersbyelise (E; 62.6k; 2022)

Summary: When Draco’s anger management issues land him in St Mungo’s, he thinks his Quidditch career is over. But Harry, A&E Healer and notorious workaholic, is faced with a similar predicament. To save their jobs, the two of them decide to fake a relationship. All they have to do is convince their friends and employers… and not fall in love in the process. Simple, right?

[greenlighted]

i love auror harry as much as anyone, but something about healer harry potter just scratches this itch in my brain that im never aware is there until im melting in contentment. like just harry who lands himself in the hospital wing so, so often during his years at hogwarts that he just started picking things up and started knowing what to do when things happened and who madame pomfrey started giving pointers too when she noticed he was starting to heal himself and other people and starting letting him help her in the hospital wing during his free time in eighth year. just healer harry potter

[longdaytogo]

this is his third injury this week alone...

healer x auror

also I know it's unconventional but I like the idea of healers also using certain muggle tools but the ✨magic✨ version of it

[jittery-wisp]

[sowoyp]

a reminder to do your skincare routine!! 🫶

[r2d2lover]

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

[lulublack90]

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.

[lunarlivs]

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

[daddiesdrarryy]

Draco: Stay still, Harry, you lost a lot of blood

Harry: I didn’t “lose” my blood, Draco, I know exactly where it is

Harry, pointing to the large puddle of blood: Right there

[catgriller]

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…

[winn-wynn]

Healer! Percy X Quidditch Coach! Oliver at Hogwarts.

That’s it. That’s the post.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

I saw your requests are open for Harry Potter, was wondering if you’d do one with Fred Weasley 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 I’m like super obsessed w him rn

Plot can be whatever you’d like !

a/n: hi!! i love Fred too!! thank you so much for the request, I hope I did alright 😁

prompt: fred didn't die during the war - was only seriously injured. upon waking up at saint mungos, the obvious reaction is to flirt with the cute healer tending to him.

warning(s): it's been a while since i've read the books and I wasn't exactly paying attention to the lore while watching the movies. I made up some spells and plot lmao

word count: 1,073

Confervo

Waking up felt like dying, Fred thought as his eyes lifted open feeling like lead. His joints felt like stone, weighing him down onto the slightly cushioned bed. At first, the red headed twin thought he was in a muggle hospital, with the bright white walls and fluorescent lights disorienting him even more. But then he saw owls fly through the air, delivering messages and potion bottles flying into the hands of healers, standing at beds identical to Fred's. Speaking of...

"Hello there.." Fred attempted his best flirting tone, his consciousness desperate to impress the healer doing magic next to him. But all that came out was a croak akin to one of a dying frog. Mortified, Fred's face went red, wanting to hide under his blanket as you stifled your laugh under your hand, trying to keep the air of professionalism.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Weasley," your voice soothed the headache building behind his eyes, you raised your wand, assessing him as you continued speaking, "you gave everyone quite a scare you know. I'm sorry to tell you this, but you're banned from fighting anymore dark lords and his army."

Fred tried to laugh at your humor tinted words before reality crashed into him. Sitting up quickly, Fred felt pain shoot through his body. You shot forward, your hands steadying him as his eyes went wide with worry.

"Did we- Is my family okay? George? Ron? Ginny? Mum and Da-"

The comforting pressure of your hand on his shoulder cut him off. He looked up at you, his body relaxing at the answer in your eyes. Wincing, he leaned back, still sitting up but now in a more relaxed position. 

“You won. He’s gone.” 

You didn’t need to say the Dark Lord’s name, you didn’t want to. Even thinking of the man sent shivers down your spine, making you aware of every dark corner in the room. Fred watched as you walked over to your station, grabbing a potion bottle and twirling it around until the blue liquid turned clear. When you returned to the bedside, you poured some of the liquid into a spoon. The red head watched as the clear potion levitated above the metal utensil, only spilling down like water at a whispered spell that passed your lips. 

“Confervo.” 

You raised the spoon up to Fred’s lips, who took the potion with slight struggle. It spilled down his throat, tasting slightly of hazelnut. He raised an eyebrow at you, question in his eyes. You winced slightly, setting the spoon down before turning back to face him. 

“The explosion you were caught in caused severe internal damage. The Confervious spell along with the knitting potion will heal whatever injuries our efforts haven’t been able to completely heal,” watching as Fred’s eyes widened, you were quick to console him, “But it’s okay! Because the duo has a 97% success rate and, not to brag, but I happen to be one of the best casters of the spell.” 

Fred chuckled a bit at your attempt, his body starting to realize the trauma it had been through. You sat on the stool next to his bed, fiddling with your wand as you watched a pocket watch in your hand with intensity. Later Fred would find out that watch is how you saw the healing of his internal organs. Fred poked your arm playfully, getting your attention. 

“So, what’s the damage?” 

He wiggled his eyebrows but you just stared at him, waiting for an explanation. He used his eyes to ‘point’ at the area between his legs. 

“Am I all still here?” 

You sighed, folding your hands on your lap.

“Unfortunately, we couldn’t save it.” 

Your serious face completely fooled Fred, who for a moment let complete terror take over his features. After a minute or two, you burst into laughter, causing Fred to groan and cover his face with his hands. 

“You should’ve seen your face!” 

You laughed between words, clutching your side. Fred nodded, recognizing he had been played. 

“You got me, you got me. But you must mean this means war.”

You faux gasped, placing your hand on your chest sarcastically. 

“Oh no, a battle with a man stuck in a hospital bed, I’m shaking in my boots.” 

Fred full on laughed at that before groaning in pain and glaring lightly at you. 

“Don’t make me laugh, my insides are still knitting back together!”

You smirked at him, checking the pocket watch to see that the healing was almost complete. You heard a ruckus outside Fred’s room and soon the door burst open, a frazzled fellow Healer sending you an apology with their eyes. 

“The Weasley Family plus Harry Potter and Hermione Granger are here for F. Weasley.” 

Your coworker said with an exhausted tone before pushing through the crowd back to their station. You smiled at the family as they piled in, answering Molly’s frantic questions and Arthur’s insistence his son was getting the best care. Fred’s siblings, plus Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, stood at his bedside, doting on him. You turned away, letting the family have a moment, organizing your tools and putting back the potion and pocket watch. When you turned back around, you saw George look at you and nudge his twin with waggling eyebrows. Fred turned and winked, causing your face to heat up as you held back a smile. 

You joined in the conversation after a few moments, once more answering the questions and consoling the worried thoughts of Fred’s parents. After a few hours, visiting hours were over, and you gently excused the family from the room. You got Fred’s room set up for night, fluffing his pillow and blushing when he craned his neck so his face was close to yours. As you were getting ready to leave, you felt Fred’s finger brush against your wrist, lightly but effectively holding you back. 

“You know, I’m not so fond of being blown up but I am really glad it brought me to meet you. When I get out of here, if you’re available, do you want to catch a movie? It’s a muggle thing my pop has been obsessed with recently, I’m just glad he got past his rubber duck phase becau-”

“Yes.” 

You answered quickly, cutting off Fred’s uncharacteristic nervous rambling. 

The two of you smiled softly at each other before you left the room, mentally compiling a list of quick healing spells.

[rezal-art]

Fanart Advent Calendar: Day 18!

For Heal Thyself, by @astolat. An amazing Draco-centric fic, in which he becomes a healer. I loved this story, Draco's characterization, his journey, how he changed and how he did not.

This piece is part of a personal challenge: an advent calendar featuring one fanart a day for some of my favourite fics, from the 1st of December to the 24th.

[mastermindmiko]

Dragon Healer (Charlie Weasley)

Pairing: Charlie Weasley + fem!reader

Word count: 3923

Summary: You're the healer at Charlie's reserve. He constantly asks you out, but dating a co-worker is a recipe for disaster. However, who know what will happen when Charlie invites you to the Burrow for Christmas?

Warnings: Injuries, kissing, fluffy shit.

Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist

Romania was a great place to be most of the year excluding winter. During winter Charlie always felt frozen, but there’s someone who always made him feel warm on the inside; and sometimes even on the outside when a cute blush graced his cheeks.

That person was you. You were the healer in the reserve that Charlie worked in. He would never admit the fact that he sometimes was more careless around the dragons just so he can get you to patch him up. Only two things haven’t occurred to him; one, that everyone already knew that fact and that he did not need to admit it, and two, that being careless around the dragons could get him killed. When he gets killed he wouldn’t be able to experience the adorable flutter that he gets when you touch him to heal him, and then he would have died for no reason at all.

Currently, Charlie was getting his wounds tended to; and for someone who has multiple gashes across his chest, he definitely didn’t look like it. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs swinging in a childish manner and he had a bashful smile across his lips, that you were sure would make many girls -and boys- fall to their knees. When you thought of it, it probably has when you were at Hogwarts together.

Your hands were on your hips, looking at him disapprovingly. You observed the scars on his chest for a few seconds then you tutted and turned around to get a tower to clean the cuts. “You can’t keep doing this Charlie.”

Usually he would have said something along the lines of ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ However, today, he didn’t bother to hide the fact which he didn’t even bother hiding from the beginning. He opted to say the truth, “I just want to spend time with you.”

You put the tower near his chest and looked up at him for approval. He gave you a nod having been here long enough to know that this was the way you were telling him that it was going to sting. He let out a small hiss when you finally pressed the towel to his chest.

You furrowed your eyebrows, you didn’t want him to be in pain. A part of you wanted to tell him “You don’t need to be bleeding to do that” but then again you didn’t want to break your own heart in the process. Meaning, at first with Charlie it was a simple paper cut on his pinky and him coming to ask you if he was going to live. Then it evolved to cuts on his hands, and now it’s leaking scars on his chest. You can only hope that tomorrow he doesn’t come into the cabin half dead.

So you simply rolled your eyes at his statement, and he added, smile unwavering, “If you agreed to go out on a date with me then I would be able to spend time with you without the injuries.” You replied with the same thing you always do “What if we break up? It would be too messy and we work together.” and he replied with the same thing that he always did “But what if we don’t break up?”

Of course, you breaking up wasn’t the case, it only slightly was. Throughout all of your Hogwarts years together you had never talked to Charlie, you believe that the only conversation you’ve had was when he bumped into you in 5th year and he said “sorry.” without even glancing at your face. You, however, had a massive crush on him; as did most of Hogwarts. He was also the heartthrob of all the girls, he was head boy, smart, kind, and Quidditch captain. Who wouldn’t like him?! You would think that claiming that he wants to go out with you this much, he might have even slightly noticed you in Hogwarts.

Another thing that is on your mind is that what if he didn’t like you at all and it was just his hormones talking. It sounds crazy but think about it for a moment. He hasn’t dated any other girls since his last year in Hogwarts and it’s now two years after the battle of Hogwarts. Additionally every girl in the reserve is either taken, twice his age or half his age. Maybe he just wanted a girl to fuck around with. You were simply the only logical -and appropriate- option and you didn’t want to be a default. You wanted to be chosen.

“I can’t take that chance, Charlie.” You said, removing the towel from his cuts. You went to get the bandages and put the towel away. You sighed as you thought of your 7th year crush on Charlie, your feelings hadn’t been strong then -not having talked to charlie- but now you knew you really liked him. Maybe that was the reason you couldn’t go out with him. Maybe you just need reassurance that he actually truly likes you.

He huffed slightly, a frown found its way to his face. When you finished with the bandages he said “Thank you.” You took a step away from the bed allowing Charlie to stand up, when he did your chests were touching each other. You always underestimated Charlie’s height. He tilted your chin up and your face flushed brightly. He cupped your face and said “I… really like you-” he sighed, “and I want to go out with you so just think about it, okay?”

You couldn’t trust your vocal cords so you just nodded. He stepped away and said “Can I ask for a small favor?” You nodded while muttering ‘yes.’

“Christmas is coming soon-” He started and you cut him off saying “I know that.” You had a smile on your face hoping that he would mirror it, you didn’t like the frown on his face. He did.

His smile was fond when he rolled his eyes playfully “And-” he elongated the word “...I was wondering if you would like to spend Christmas with my family.”

You shook your head and backed away slightly “Charlie…”

Before you could protest any further he said “Before you immediately refuse my offer, I just want you to know that it will be purely platonic and I won’t even ask you out a single time. I will just say that you are the healer that so graciously heals me every time I get injured.”

You contemplated your choices. You were either going to spend Christmas alone watching a female dragon and a male dragon breeding or you could go spend Christmas with Charlie. Your parents were working so you couldn’t spend time with them and you had told him that a few days ago. You were just about to agree but then he interrupted you.

“I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and you could see the blush creeping up his neck. “My parents want to meet the girl I’ve been talking about in all my letters. Besides, I wouldn't mind spending Christmas with you. You know, without the injuries” He put a small awkward and shy smile on his lips.

You blushed at his words but you didn’t let yourself indulge in the feeling -knowing his brothers- the last thing you needed was for this to be a prank. “Okay.” You said, softly. You didn’t notice how his smile widened and turned from meek to joyful. “I’ll go with you. But you need to help me pick out presents for your family.” You said the last sentence sternly but it came out much more light.

He quickly pulled you into a hug, spinning you around and saying loudly “This is great! THIS IS GREAT!” He laughed at the end of his words and then he paused. He placed you down on your feet gently and then cleared his throat while running a hand through his hair. He fixed his clothes downwards slightly and then raised his hands in mock surrender “Platonic, completely platonic.” You didn’t know that Charlie was only just now truly realizing how hard it was going to be at Christmas.

He spun on his heels and excited the cabin. When he returned back to his own cabin, he started jumping happily while saying “WOO HOO!” People could honestly mistake him for a child.

***

You were standing with Charlie in front of the Burrow three days after he asked you to come with him. You were fiddling with your fingers thinking of all the worst out-comes of this situation. If his mother, Molly -as he told you- asked you to help with dinner, you could easily burn the kitchen, as well as the entire house down; or they could hate you. Somehow the second option was worse.

Fingers interlocked with yours and gave you a reassuring squeeze. Charlie looked at you, saying “You don’t have to worry, they’ll love you.” You gave him an appreciative tight lipped smile, your nervousness wavering and he took his fingers away from yours. He looked at the floor before he said “right, platonic.” and he knocked on the door.

Then Molly -whose face you knew from the photos- opened the door quickly. “Charlie, dear. How many times do I have to tell you? You do not need to knock!” She brought him into a tight hug and kissed his head.

She turned to you and you said with a smile “Hello, Mrs. Weasley.” You only managed to get that sentence through before she gave you a hug. Your eyes widened and she said “No need for that, dear. Call me Molly.”

You could see that Charlie was trying to muffle his laughter from your reaction and from behind Molly’s back you flipped him off. She released you and walked back into the house and motioned for you both to come in. Everyone was already there and you were soon surrounded by the rest of his family. “Charlie! I haven’t seen you in ages.” said Ron. Internally you thanked the pictures that Charlie showed you or else you wouldn’t have known anyone. They all hugged him and greeted you while introducing themselves.

Then you ate dinner, and you all started getting ready for bed. Molly had insisted you all sleep well to be energized for tomorrow considering that it’s Christmas. You didn’t know when they all mutually agreed on the sleeping arrangement but you were sleeping with Charlie in his room. Bill and Fleur were going back to the shell cottage because Victoire was young and was uncomfortable when she slept in an unfamiliar place. Additionally there was only going to be one bed since Bill's bed was going to be in Ron's room for Harry.

You assured Molly that it wasn’t going to be a problem except for the fact that your heart was going to be beating wildly for the night which of course you couldn’t tell her. When everyone had already started heading to bed, you and Charlie were putting the plates back into the kitchen on the counter. You were about to put the last plate back when you were frozen in place. You looked to your side and you realized that Charlie was going through the same thing. You looked up and you saw an enchanted mistletoe above you both.

You didn’t see the not so discreet wink that Fred gave Charlie. He turned back to you and started “It’s tradition but it you don’t want to-”

You quickly placed his lips on his in a quick peck. The enchantment dissolved and you placed the last of the plates on the counter then running up stairs.

Charlie’s mouth was open in shock and George had to come to close it for him. “You’ll catch flies.” He said, teasingly. While he got rid of the expression on his face, his heart was still hammering through his chest.

***

You changed into your pajamas, you were taking your time but that changed when you heard footsteps near the door. You laid on the right side of the bed making sure to leave more than enough space for Charlie. As soon as the door opened you closed your eyes and you pretended to fall asleep, but you did as soon as you closed your eyes.

Charlie’s eyes fell on you as soon as he opened the door. He sighed heavily when he noticed you were sleeping, but he still checked. You were fast asleep. He changed into his pajamas and he slept in the space beside you. He made sure to keep a big enough space between you so this can be considered platonic. He cursed himself for making such a stupid ‘rule’.

He knew you sure as hell didn’t want to talk about the kiss. He knew you didn't like him, not in the way that he liked you. You probably just gave him the kiss just to get it over with. There was no other way to get rid of the enchantment, so he tried not to think much of it. But, Damn did he want to do it a hundred more times. You were laying so beautifully on the bed and he couldn’t help but admire you. That made his feelings even more intense.

He knew you couldn’t hear him but he leaned in next to your ear and whispered softly, hoping that you wouldn't wake up; “If I could kiss you for the rest of my life, I would.”

He drifted to sleep and hoped that his heart would stop accelerating so he could get some rest.

***

You woke up with the coldness of the room. It was still considered warm compared to Romania but it was still enough to wake you up. You almost gasped when you remembered that you were sleeping next to Charlie but when you turned to face him, no one was there.

You shrugged it off, and you got ready for the day. While heading downstairs you made sure to bring the presents that you bought for everyone. You put them all under the tree. You could smell food coming from the kitchen so you started heading there to help molly. Just when you were about to enter Ginny stood there with a smirk.

“Charlie woke up early.” She said and you nodded along with her statement. “Do you know why?” She asked and you shook your head. “Well I do and apparently he woke up early to help mum make your favorite breakfast.” You flushed and she continued “Do you know why he did that?”

You said “No, I don’t”

Ginny took a step closer to you and said “Because he’s smitten and you kissed him yesterday which meant that you like him too-” You opened your mouth to start protesting but she held her hand up to shut you up. “You wouldn’t have kissed him if you didn’t. So try not to break his heart cause he’s my brother and I’ll break your neck if you break his heart.” She added a sweet smile at the end to not intimidate you but that didn’t work.

“I don’t plan on breaking anyone’s heart. If anything, the only heart you should be worried about breaking is mine.” You said. She only smirked at your statement “You reallyyy like him.”

You flushed more and you headed inside the kitchen. When you entered you didn’t see Molly but actually Charlie wearing an apron. Half his face was covered in powder and he was mixing something. You smiled at the cute sight and said “You know there’s something called magic.”

His neck snapped to the sound of your voice and you leaned against the counter. He smiled shyly and said “I should be asking you the same question.”

You walked towards him and he motioned for another bowl that you picked up and started mixing. “What do you mean?”

“You’re the only healer that I’ve never seen heal with magic or potions.” He said, focusing more on you than the bowl. Spilling flour all over his hands. He looked at his hands and then looked at you. His smile widened, and he set the bowl down.

He walked closer to you, you didn’t notice his revelation because you were too busy trying to find an answer. Your train of thought was stopped when flour was thrown on your face. “You didn’t” you said looking at him.

He only smirked and threw more flour on your face. When you grabbed the bowl of flour and started to walk towards him, you saw an expression of panic spread across his face. The faster you walked, the faster he ran around the kitchen.

You were both covered in flour and Charlie an egg as well. -you were vicious in the fight- Your laughter ceased when Molly had her hands on her hips and cleared her throat, not happy from the mess you both made. You cleaned up the mess and your thoughts were changing ‘maybe the heartbreak could be worth it.’

***

Christmas was fun, and even your parents sent you gifts. You didn’t know what everyone was up to. You were sitting beside the window in Charlie’s room, watching the snow fall. You could describe the world in one way right now, magical. The heaps and heaps of snow covering the ground, and you decided that you would go out to jump in the snow tomorrow. You loved the snow and you were at peace watching snowflakes fall. It was sort of a tradition for you, thinking while watching the snow very late at night. You didn’t even know if anybody knew about this tradition, but it was fun keeping something completely to yourself. You wouldn’t mind sharing it with someone special.

The Weasleys were having a family moment and it seemed pretty intimate so you gave them privacy. They only started to head to bed at two in the morning. You heard murmurs of ‘goodnights’ and you looked at the door as it opened. Charlie was wearing his maroon sweater with the letter C. Molly had told you she was making one for you, but she didn’t get to finish it because she wasn’t sure if you would join them. He seemed both tired and awake; like he could fall asleep right on his feet and like he could go run a marathon. You didn’t think that was achievable.

His eyes skimmed the room and then landed on you. You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders and your fingers tightened around your mug that was filled with peppermint tea. You had it filled with multiple spoons of honey. His eyes fell on your mug and he physically deflated; you then noticed the two mugs he had in his hands. He walked to you, saying "I guess you don’t need this anymore.” He lifted the mug in his right hand slightly, careful not to spill any of its contents.

He sat down and you replied “I always have room for more.” He smiled and handed you the cup while saying “Hot chocolate, with -how did you put it?-'' His eyebrows furrowed and slowly a fond smile appeared on his lips as he continued “...multiple spoons of honey.” You only smiled with a small giggle as a reply and you placed the peppermint tea on the ground beside the window seat. You looked out the window again and you sighed. You were enjoying this moment. Your heart fluttered at the fact that this was a perfect moment.

You turned to look at Charlie and your heart almost beat out of your chest when he was already looking at you with the most loving look you’ve ever seen. He never outwardly admired you like this, but you could say you were complaining. After thinking for a long time only a few moments before he came, you realised that you wanted to confess your feelings for him. You loved him and you already knew this, you cursed yourself several times in the past hour for being such a wuss.

He cleared his throat after a moment too long in his perspective. He couldn’t help but look at you; you’re just so beautiful and he adored every fibre of your being. Seeing you so deep in thought didn’t help him in containing his feelings. “Should’ve known you would’ve got back to your annual thingy you do.” You furrowed your eyebrows and he motioned between the window and you. “You know, you do it every year at Christmas. You just look out into the world and just think, contemplate life maybe.” He chuckled at the end and he rubbed his hands together. He hoped he didn't sound like a creep. All throughout today you were returning his affections, subtly but it was there. He believes he has a chance with you and the last thing he’d want to do is blow it.

You flushed and you looked at him slightly wide eyed. “You noticed?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s hard for me not to notice things about you. You’re just wow and you’re you and I don’t I’m rambling-” That’s the farthest your head could capture from his speech. Your heart was beating at an astronomical level and you couldn’t believe that he cares that much for you. “Platonic right! I’m sorry-” You heard the last part of his rant before you pressed your lips to his.

He responded to your action quickly and he placed his cup beside him on the seat. He cupped his face with his hands, pulling you closer to him. Butterflies swarmed your stomach. His lips were slightly chapped but you couldn’t have minded less. He was so warm despite not wearing anything besides a sweater, and you were bundled up in clothes and a blanket but you were still cold. You put your cup beside Charlie’s and you put hands on his chest as you continued to kiss him softly. You could taste the chocolate from his drink on his tongue and it just added to how wonderful this kiss was.

You pulled away from him slightly. You opened your eyes and you opened your mouth, but Charlie interrupted you. You could see a smile that you didn’t notice was there beginning to fade. He spoke quickly, “Before you say anything about breaking up, I just won’t let it happen okay? I know that it won’t be guaranteed but- but I’ll make it guaranteed. If you say you want to be with me, I won’t break up with you ever. I’ll be with you until I die. Before you add something about cheating, I want you to know that I would never do that to anyone much less you because I- I love you!”

You kissed him again with a wide smile on your face. It wasn’t a good kiss because of how you were smiling but you couldn’t care. You pulled away once again and you rested your forehead on his. “ I was gonna say I love you Charlie.”

He looked up at you with a smile wide enough to break his face and he kissed you feverishly. You giggled in the middle of the kiss, and you thought of one thing. This moment was perfect and if you do end up breaking up with Charlie in the end then so be it. At least you would’ve had the time of your life with him first.

[gryfferin-gaybies]

Backing the Wrong Horse

Harry came home with a split lip, bloody nose, cut on his brow, blood on his knuckles, and what were probably the tell-tale of signs of oncoming bruises. He tried to duck into the bathroom to clean himself up without being noticed, but failed.

He knew exactly what Draco would say before he even said it. "Harry! What were you thinking?" He caught his boyfriend in the hallway, exiting the bathroom just as Harry was about to enter.

"You don't even know what happened," Harry protested.

Draco held Harry's chin carefully to turn his head so he could get a better look at the damage done. "Clearly you got into a fight of some sort. I'm not an idiot."

Harry let Draco examine him. "Yeah, but you don't know that I started it." He stepped past Draco into the bathroom.

"So you didn't start it?" Draco asked, grabbing a wash cloth from the linen closet before following Harry into the bathroom.

Harry turned on the tap and scrubbed at his knuckles instead of answering.

That was answer enough for his boyfriend. "Harry!" Draco scolded. He wet the rag with warm water from the bathtub faucet, not making Harry share the small sink. "Sit down," he said with a sigh when Harry finished washing his hands.

Harry sat on the edge of the bathtub with his knees spread open. Draco stood between his boyfriend's legs and dabbed at the blood on his face. "He had it coming," Harry mumbled.

Draco sighed again. "Harry, you can't keep fighting everyone who speaks poorly of the Malfoys. We were Death Eaters who housed the Dark Lord. We were on the wrong side of a war that hurt thousands of people." Draco referenced the great evilness of his family's past as he used a featherlight gentleness to doctor his partner's injuries; the irony was not lost on Harry.

"You had no choice. Lucius made those decisions for your family, and he's still paying for those sins. Besides, the person they should be blaming is Voldemort, not you."

Draco tossed the bloodied cloth into a hamper, seemingly satisfied with his work. Then he pulled out his wand to heal Harry's cuts. "It doesn't matter. You're defending the wrong people, Harry—hold still." Once the skin had healed on his eyebrow and lip, Draco reset Harry's nose.

Harry's eyes watered. He moved his jaw and scrunched his nose a couple times. "Thank you." He took Draco's hands and pulled him in close. "You were a child. It's been more than a decade. You're a good person. You've done more than enough to make up for any mistakes you made back then. Between your charity work and job as a Healer, you're practically a saint. I'll always defend you."

Draco rested his hands on Harry's shoulders, looking down at him fondly. "I am far from a saint. You need to stop getting in fights over me. You're going to get in trouble or get seriously hurt."

"I'll stop getting in fights when people stop being assholes."

Draco snorted and rolled his eyes affectionately. It brought Harry relief to know that he wasn't angry with him. "That's never going to happen."

"Once people realize that I'd do anything for you, they'll stop. I've just got to punch enough people to get my point across." Harry stood up and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, kissing him once on the mouth.

Draco let out a small chuckle. "You're a brute and an idiot."

"But I'm your brute," Harry said with a cheeky grin.

"And my idiot." Draco ruffled a hand through Harry's messy curls before pulling him in for another kiss.

[r2d2lover]

Healing Touch Part 2

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

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, vaginal sex, F/M, cunnilingus, aged-up characters, Hogwarts Uni AU, fluff, like maybe angst

Summary:

Mattheo Riddle comes back for a check up and an answer. (AKA happy smutty October). Part 1.

“Mr. Riddle is back. He’s set up in the same bed as last night and only asking for you. Something about his arm not being set right. I thought I taught you better than that,” Madam Pomfrey scolded you the second you walked through the door to report for your shift. 

“Oh! Okay, I will check on him immediately,” You nearly dropped your items at the matron’s disapproval and hurry to set your things aside. You knew Mattheo said that he would be back the next day, but a part of you hoped that he had forgotten. You needed to buy more time to process what had happened between the two of you, so you had foolishly dodged him around the corridors and snuck food out of the dining hall just so he wouldn’t have an opportunity to corner you. You were surprised that he played you at your own game and decided to corner himself instead. You held your breath while you walked to the back of the infirmary while Madam Pomfrey gave you another look before disappearing into her office. With an embarrassingly shaky hand, you pulled back the curtains around Mattheo’s bed and revealed a smirk that drove a heat deep into your core. Mattheo leaned back in the bed, propped up with pillows with both of his arms folded behind his head. His expression didn’t change when he saw you; if anything, he seemed to grow more amused at the scowl etched into your face.

“I have a feeling you’ve been avoiding me,” Mattheo kicked his legs up on the bed with a big grin. “Now, do you want me to take my pants off or would you like the honors?”

“You can keep your pants on, thank you very much,” You sighed, turning away quickly so that Mattheo wouldn’t catch your reddened cheeks or creeping smile. You placed a temperature gauge into his mouth, which he opened up with a wink. You shook your head while rolling your eyes and a humored scoff, but still you brushed the back of your hand over his forehead and cheeks to feel for any clamminess. “I was told it was your arm that needed looking at.”

“Oh, I just had to say something that sounded serious enough for Pomfrey to let me wait on you,” Mattheo shrugged nonchalantly. “Your work is impeccable. I recovered fine after a good sleep and believe me, I slept really well after last night.”

“Your little stunt could put me on probation with Madam Pomfrey,” You frowned to fight your smile. You pulled out a fresh roll of bandages which delighted Mattheo greatly. He hooked his thumb through his belt loop and shook it in invitation. “And, by the way, I have not been avoiding you.”

“Oh really? Then maybe I was wrong. You don’t really seem the type to run and hide. You’re really bad at it, by the way,” Mattheo mocked. You bit down on your lip to save your pride while you started to undo Mattheo’s belt to get to his thigh. “Though, I will admit, I’m loving this new bashful side of you.”

“I’m not bashful, I’m just doing my job.”

“Are you really going to tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself last night? C’mon, you’re wounding my pride and I think there’s only one type of medicine that can fix it,” Mattheo watched you carefully as you slid his pants down. The memory of last night flooded your rationality and your mouth ran dry. Mattheo chuckled and assisted you in sliding his pants down further. You smiled upon inspection of your work, which was wrapped tightly enough that no extra bleeding seeped through. “Now you’re just a tease. Smiling at me with me exposed like this? Now’s not the time to act so innocent.”

“I told you it was a one time thing, Mattheo. If you need something for your pride, I’m sure you have a line of groupies who would gladly medicate you,” The moment you pressed the cold bandage shears against his leg, you could feel his entire body shiver, which in turn made you copy his movements. 

“Sure, but none of them are as cute as you. Or so adept with their fingers,” Mattheo let out a sigh of relief when you cut the bandage free, revealing a well healed scar thanks to magic. 

“Good news is that you don’t need another bandage. Your leg healed overnight,” You ignored Matteo’s joke and gave his leg a once over with the same salve from last night. He grabbed your wrist as a way to grab your attention. 

“Hey,” Mattheo’s eyes bore into yours. His gaze was much more serious than before and it made your skin erupt in goosebumps again. “I told you last night: This isn’t a joke. But if you want me to stop, I will.”

“I’m saving my own pride. You can’t blame me for questioning your intentions,” You reply, forcing the words past the stop in your throat. “Last night was fun, but that’s not really what I’m about.”

“This isn’t a one off thing for me, princess. I know that’s what you think of me, but you’ve patched me up more than once and you… you actually see me for who I am. Not my last name, not my jersey number, you know…” Mattheo ran a finger across your cheek before letting out a heavy sigh. You froze in place and let your mouth hang open while you tried to figure out a response. Is he serious? It’s all just a cliche. “Merlin… Did I misread this whole thing? Was your conversation just… good bedside manner? Please, just say something.”

“Mattheo- I… No, I do have feelings for you! I just- I…” You finally manage to spit something out in your flustered state. Your confession stuns the both of you into silence. Mattheo's eyes widened, a flicker of hope igniting in their depths. He leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning across your face. He opened his mouth but shut it quickly, but your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears that you wouldn’t have been able to hear a thing anyway.

“You do?” Mattheo croaked in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’m not great with feelings and such,” You laugh awkwardly. Mattheo shook his head and smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. You reached out and gently caressed the creases. He reached out in reply and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on your skin.

"I'm not great with them either," Mattheo admitted, his voice low and intimate. "But I know how I feel about you. I've known for a while now."

"I thought... I thought you just saw me as the team healer," You whispered, hardly daring to believe this was real. Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You searched his face, looking for any sign of deception, but all you saw was sincerity and warmth. Mattheo chuckled, shaking his head again.

"At first, maybe. But you're so much more than that. You're brilliant, kind, and you challenge me in ways no one else does. I can't stop thinking about you. In the infirmary… out of the infirmary," Mattheo’s voice deepened and he snaked his hand towards the back of your head. Your breath caught in your throat as Mattheo's fingers tangled in your hair. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself leaning into him, drawn by an invisible force. His eyes flickered to your lips and despite the two of you having seen each other naked, you never felt more vulnerable. "Merlin…May I...?"

You nodded, unable to form words. Mattheo closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was gentle at first, a mere brush of lips, but it quickly deepened as years of pent-up emotions poured out. Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your fingertips. You smiled slightly, an odd sense of pride bubbling at making the mighty Quidditch player nervous under your touch. Realizing where you were and on the clock no less, you had to pull away. When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Mattheo rested his forehead against yours, a smile playing on his lips.

“We actually can’t have sex in here again,” You scolded playfully. Mattheo stopped you before you could fully step away, his arm strong against your waist. “Madam Pomfrey isn’t too thrilled with me, remember?”

“Mmm, you’re no fun. Fine, I’ll restrain myself for now. Meet me in my dorm after dinner,” Mattheo let a brazen hand travel down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

“What a romantic request,” You joked, pulling him off the bed. “Tell my boss I didn’t mess you up on your way out.”

“Will do, princess,” Mattheo spun you around for one final kiss. “And it wasn’t a request. It was a demand.”

Mattheo wasted no time in dragging you into his room after dinner ended. You barely had time to finish your meal before he marched over, made up some lie about needing your assistance with something, and pulled you out of the Great Hall with his arm protectively - no, possessively - slung across your waist. You laughed at the whispers and jealous looks thrown at the two of you, but let the man practically carry you out.

The moment the door to Mattheo's room closed behind you, he wasted no time in pressing you against it, his lips crashing onto yours with a hunger that made your knees weak. Your hands tangled in his curls as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a fervor that left you breathless.

"I've been waiting for this all day," Mattheo hummed against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. You shivered, arching into him.

"Impatient, are we?" You teased, but your words were cut short by a gasp as he sucked on your pulse point.

"You have no idea," Mattheo murmured, his hands roaming your body with an urgency that matched his kisses. He slipped a feverishly warm hand up your shirt and began pulling the blouse apart with so much strength that you were worried the buttons would pop. "Do you know how hard it was to focus on Quidditch practice when all I could think about was you? I thought about falling off my broom just so you could come patch me up again."

“That’s pretty dark. You don’t have to go to such measures just for my attention,” You smirked, fumbling for his belt. You dragged a hand over the building tension of his pants, causing him to groan.

“Lose the attitude or I’ll lose it for you,” Mattheo warned, raking his fingers down your body. He stopped at your breast, tugging the perched bud to make you moan, then moved down to the thin fabric of your underwear. Your breath hitched as Mattheo's fingers danced along the edge of your underwear, teasing but not quite touching where you desperately wanted him. He slowly slid a finger between you and the fabric and grinned. “So wet for me already. Does being a brat turn you on?”

You could only moan in response and squirmed against the door, trying to create more friction, but he held you firmly in place with his other hand. His finger traced lazy circles, deliberately ignoring your clit that practically pulsed with desire.

"Answer me," Mattheo demanded, his voice low and husky.

"Yes, I do. But I’ll be good! I’ll be so good…" You whined, your hips bucking involuntarily. "Please, Mattheo."

"That's more like it. I love it when you beg," Mattheo chuckled darkly, finally slipping a finger inside you. Your head fell into his chest with a gasp as he began working his finger. With the little composure you had left, you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off of him with frenzied greed. You could see the fabric of his shirt bunch up as you frantically unbuttoned it, revealing the toned muscles beneath. Thank you, Quidditch. 

You started placing kisses on his neck, eager to move your mouth down to his chest. You could taste the bitterness of his cologne, but the warm taste of his skin took over your senses. As your lips moved down his neck, you could hear Mattheo's breathing growing heavier and more ragged. He hastily tangled his hands in your hair and pulled it back up to press it against the door. 

“Get on the bed,” Mattheo growled, tearing himself off of you. You obeyed and shed yourself of the rest of your clothes before lying back on his unmade bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch Mattheo to work on your poor attempt at undoing his belt. Mattheo's own fingers fumbled with the buckle, his usual dexterity hindered by his burning desire. You couldn't help but smirk at his struggle, a small act of defiance even as you lay exposed before him. Finally, he managed to undo his belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud. He was a sign of divinity proven in a full view of his carved muscles and dark briefs. You licked your lips, practically drooling at the sight. 

Mattheo climbed on top of you for a quick kiss of desperation while his hand returned to your breast. He massaged the soft flesh, flexing his fingers deep into the mound. His lips quickly moved down to the rest of your body, stopping like his hand did on your breast earlier and taking your nipple in between his teeth. You let out a shrill cry and pressed your back up to meet his mouth. However, he kept moving his mouth down further until he reached your core. Mattheo's breath was hot against your sensitive skin, causing you to shiver with anticipation. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust, before dipping his head and running his tongue along your folds. You gasped, your hands instinctively grasping at the sheets beneath you. Your hand flew to his hair, but he laced his fingers with yours and held it against the bed. His skilled mouth worked you into a frenzy, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick flicks of his tongue. Your hips bucked against his face, seeking more friction, more pleasure. You chanted his name and squeezed his hand tighter as his tongue worked you. Mattheo's strong hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he continued. You could feel the pressure building, a coiling heat in your lower abdomen that threatened to consume you. Just as you were about to reach your peak, Mattheo pulled away, leaving you panting and desperate. 

“Mattheo, I was so close-” You whined pathetically. Mattheo shook his head with a sinister grin. 

“That’s for your attitude and your cheeky little smirk earlier,” Mattheo licked his lips of your arousal. He crawled back up your body, pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it only intensified your desire. His hand trailed down your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He hooked his hands under your legs and pulled you closer to him while pressing your knees to your chest. You felt the blunt tip of his arousal pressing against your entrance, teasing you mercilessly. Mattheo's eyes locked with yours, silently asking for permission. You nodded eagerly, your body trembling with need.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered you, stretching you deliciously. You both moaned in unison as he filled you completely. Mattheo stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. It was different than the purely needy fever from last night, as if he trying to claim every inch of you. His forehead rested against yours, your breaths mingling in the charged air between you.

“Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your size,” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut so that you would only be able to feel his every inch working you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to move. Mattheo obliged, starting with slow, deep strokes that had you gasping for air. His hips rolled against yours in a steady rhythm and he intertwined your hands with his, pressing you down into the bed while he started to move faster. You struggled to open your eyes as he started to scratch the spot you needed, but you knew that he would’ve wanted you to look at him.

“And I don’t even need to ask,” Mattheo snapped his hips with a grunt. “Such a good girl.”

The intensity of his gaze was almost too much to bear as he watched your every reaction, savoring each gasp and moan that escaped your lips. Mattheo's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he drove deeper into you. You mewled with every movement of his hips and let his name roll off your lips in drunken lust. The previous coiling heat in your abdomen returned with a vengeance, threatening to overwhelm you. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you clung to him, desperate for more. Mattheo seemed to sense your need, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you with each thrust. The pressure built higher and higher, your body trembling on the edge of release.

“Please, Mattheo,” You begged helplessly, bringing your hips up to meet his. Every word that followed was a filthily desperate drawl. “I’ve been good! You said I was good… I’m your good girl.”

“What a dirty mouth, but you can do better than that,” Mattheo dug his fingers into your thighs with a matched need.

“Mmm- I’m so close. Please, can I cum? Please,” You pleaded with no shame. Mattheo let out another growl and moved his hand down to your clit. 

"That's it, let go for me," Mattheo panted, watching you come undone beneath him with dark, hungry eyes. The combination of his skilled fingers and relentless thrusts pushed you over the edge. Your back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your walls clenching around him as you cried out his name. Mattheo groaned at the sensation, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release. Your vision blurred with the white hot stars of desire and Mattheo followed soon after. Your body trembled as aftershocks rolled through you, but Mattheo didn't slow his pace. He gripped your hips tightly, angling you just right as he pounded into you. The overstimulation bordered on too much, yet you craved more. 

The moment stalled when Mattheo’s hips did and your breath finally caught up to you. He collapsed on the bed next to you, practically on top of you because of the small space. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, your body still tingling from the intense climax. Mattheo's warm weight pressed against you, his skin slick with sweat. You turned your head to look at him, taking in his flushed cheeks and tousled hair. His eyes met yours, softer this time. He pressed a kiss on your forehead and lightly massaged your still-trembling thighs. Your fingers lazily traced patterns on Mattheo's chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart beneath your palm. He hummed appreciatively at your touch, his own hand skimming up and down your spine.

"That was..." You trailed off, unable to find the right words.

"Incredible? Mind-blowing? The best you've ever had?" Mattheo patted down your wild hair. 

"Don't get cocky," You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. Mattheo let out a laugh before rolling back over you and covering you in kisses while you squealed. With him hovering over you, you could only smile and drink in his beautiful face. The gentle curve of his jaw, the sparkle in his eyes, the slight dimple that appeared when he smiled at you - all of it belonged to you now. As his mouth met yours, you felt like the real champion.

Divider by @chachachannah