#hermione granger x pureblood!reader

[lilahisntsadanymore]

Growing up with a deatheater father doesn't teach you much about emotions, so when Theo finds himself developing an infatuation with a muggle-born, he thinks she gave him a love potion.

Pairing: Theo Nott x granger!fem!reader

Words count: 1.9k

Warnings: jealous Harry

There is a 2nd part!! <3

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Unveiled Desires

It was strange to him. So strange how he went from mocking, annoying and occasionally bullying her every step she takes to secretly wanting her. Wanting to have her, or even needing her.

He didn't know how or when it happened, but one day he realized she was constantly in his head. It creeped up on him in small steps and eventually he had developed an infatuation for the girl.

Of course nobody knew about it, Theo wouldn't dare telling anyone. He just kept with his antics, hoping the obsession will somewhat disappear one day. Unfortunately, the more he tried to get rid of this feeling, the more he gave it power, the more it grew.

But he couldn't be with her. He couldn't be with a mudblood.

But he wanted to be with her. The more he thought about it, the less he cared about the blood status. He cursed at himself for these thoughts. Raised by a deatheater father, he would get disowned for dating anyone who wasn't a pureblood.

"Granger, can I talk to you for a second?" A question left his mouth as he approached the Golden Trio. Who was better to talk to about Y/n than her older sister?

The three Gryffindors looked at Theo as if he wasn't good in the head. Just casually wanting to have a chat, a normal chat, with someone outside of his social circle. Pretty unusual for a Slytherin.

"What is it?" Harry asked protectively.

"I was talking to Granger. I need to talk privately."

Hermione looked at Harry and Ron, exchanging suspecting glances. Eventually she spoke, "Alright, but make it quick."

"Great, let's go." Theo started walking, but Hermione stood in her place.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere they," he gestured to Harry and Ron, "aren't gonna eavesdrop."

Hermione crossed her arms on her chest, a knowing expression on her face.

Theo raised his hands, "It's not a trap again, I swear."

The girl sighed and walked after her rival.

Hermione and Theodore weren't fond of each other not only because of their houses and their blood statuses, but also because they were academic rivals. Both of them were extremely competitive. Since first year they aspired to be better than one another in pretty much everything.

"Can we stop already?" The girl asked. "I'm pretty sure they won't ear us from here."

"Alright, alright." Theo agreed. "But I need you to promise me you won't tell anybody about it."

"Why me? Why would you trust a Gryffindor with keeping a secret for you?"

Theo lowered his voice to a whisper, "Because it's about your sister."

"What?!" Hermione's voice was the opposite of a whisper. "What have you done to her?!"

The boy gestured telling her to lower her voice. "No, I didn't do anything. She has done...something."

"What on Earth could that possibly be?" A little more quiet, but still unpleasantly surprised, she decided to listen to him.

One last time, Theo looked around to make sure there's nobody there who could be a witness to what he was about to say.

"She used some spell on me." He accused. "Or put something in my food, my drink."

Hermione scoffed with laughter. "You must be joking. You bully her for whole five years, but one time she pays you back for it, it's an issue?"

"Not like that." He took a second to gather his thoughts. "Granger, do you remember how we learnt about amortentia few weeks ago? I think Y/n gave it to me."

Hermione started at the boy for a moment and then burst out with laughter. Y/n wasn't the issue, there was no way a fifth year would be able to make amortentia. Not even Y/n Granger.

Theodore felt annoyed and offended by Hermione's reaction. He looked at her with disgust. "What is so funny to you about it, mu-, Granger?"

Noticing how he almost called her a slur, her expression immediately became serious. "Seriously? You know what, deal with it by yourself. I don't even know why you're telling me all of this."

"Why? Because you have to talk to her, tell her to do something about it! Tell her to stop it!"

Hermione got a brilliant idea.

"You know, I've heard professor Slughorn had a remedy for amortentia."

"Yeah, and I'll end up in the hospital wing like Weasley."

"It was poisoned mead, not the amortentia cure itself. You can ask him to make one from the ingredients in the classroom."

"I will," Theo scoffed, "look at you being useful for the first time in your life."

Without another word, Hermione walked away. "Boys..." She muttered to herself.

"Don't tell anyone I told you this!"

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"What?! He likes me?!" Y/n asked with blush on her face. "Theodore Nott likes me? The boy that has been bullying me for the past five years?"

"And the thinks it's because you gave him amortentia." Hermione giggled.

Y/n wouldn't ever think that he could be into her and the whole story that her sister had told her was simply unbelievable. But Hermione had no business in lying to her very own little sister, especially not about that.

"Does anyone else know about this?"

"Not yet, but I talked him into asking Slughorn for the cure! I suppose he'll do this tomorrow after class, as soon as possible."

"Who are you and what have you done to my sister?"

The girls were sitting alone in the common room and as Y/n laughed, Ron and Harry walked in.

"What are you two laughing about?" Harry asked, ready to hear that story.

"Can I tell them?" Hermione looked at Y/n. The younger Granger nodded. "Nott likes Y/n."

The girls and Ron laughed, meanwhile Harry stood there with his lips in a thin line, far away from laughing.

"The best part is," Hermione continued, "he thinks Y/n gave him amortentia!"

"What?" Harry spoke eventually, his voice a bit more surprised than it should be. "Y/n, did you give amortentia to Nott?"

"No, why would you accuse me of this?!" The youngest girl defended herself. "Is it that unbelievable that he can fancy me?"

"I mean... You're a muggleborn... And-"

"And what?! Does that mean I'm not worthy of that? We don't know him, maybe he doesn't believe in this whole blood purity thing."

"He does. That's why he hasn't asked you out. And he never will. Because they're all the same."

Y/n's eyes became a little glossy, the tears ready to start flowing anytime. "Are they, though? And you're saying this. You, whose godfather was Sirius Black."

"Sirius was different!"

"We don't know because we don't know what Theo is like!"

"Theo? It was Nott for the past few years that he was tormenting you," Harry put an emphasis on the word bullying, "now he fancies you and he becomes Theo?"

"I would actually give him a chance. It's not his fault that he was born into a blood purity obsessed family."

"Don't you think that's a little pathetic? Running into his hands the moment you find out he might fancy you meanwhile you had chances to date...other Gryffindors."

"Pathetic? You call me pathetic?"

"I didn't call you pathetic, I said what you do is-"

A sound of a slap filled the room, but the following silence spoke even louder. Y/n looked Harry in the eyes, a light red mark on his cheek that her hand left.

Harry could see and sense that it was too much, he said unnecessary words. He regretted them, but he just couldn't stop them from coming out.

The Golden Trio watched Y/n run upstairs. She was so glad nobody else was in the bedroom yet.

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"Excuse me, professor," Theo walked up to Slughorn after the class on the following day.

All the other students were slowly exiting the room, Harry's eyes fixed on the Slytherin standing by the teacher's desk.

"Yes, Theodore?" Slughorn asked. "Do you have some more bright insights you'd like to share with me?" He was clearly happy to have this conversation.

"I actually need help, professor."

The man's expression dropped. "Yes? Do you have a problem?"

"I'm worried that I've been given amortentia."

Slughorn's eyes widened. He was surprised or even shocked. "Are you sure? I remember seeing other people under the influence of several love potions and you don't quite match the criteria."

"There's this girl who I can't stop thinking about... I suspect she has given it to me."

"Who that might be?"

Theo waited until all the other students exit the classroom before he said the name.

"Y/n Granger."

Y/n stopped in her tracks just as he was about to enter the potions classroom. She was about to show the teacher a part of her project, wanting to consult the texts she has written. Instead, she stopped and decided to listen to the conversation.

"Ah, she's one of the best students in her year," Slughorn said proudly, "but I assure you - she wouldn't do that to you."

"How can you be sure, professor?"

"Well, could you describe your symptoms, Theodore?"

"Whatever I do, Y/n is on my mind," the boy admitted, "I can't eat, I can't sleep, I zone out thinking about her. It's not normal, I've never experienced it before."

The teacher gave his student a sympathetic smile. "My dear boy, you might be experiencing the actual feeling of being in love."

"What? And how could it have been caused? Was it a love potion, after all? Maybe a spell?"

"It's a part of muggle science, biology. The chemicals in your brain cause it and it's not something you can control. It happens when it happens. A truly beautiful feeling."

Theo's mouth twisted into a dissatisfied grimace. "Is there anything I can do about it?"

"You can talk to the girl about it, for example," Slughorn looked at the door and shouted, "come in, Y/n!"

Y/n cursed to herself in her thoughts. How could he know she was there?

The girl walked in shyly, holding a paper in her hands. "I wanted to show you my paper, professor," the girl spoke, "if there's anything you think I should change or... anything."

As the girl handed the paper to the teacher, she looked at Theo. They stood dangerously close to each other. The silence between the was so loud, Y/n was praying for the teacher to say something. Anything.

"Amazing, Mrs Granger," he spoke eventually, "although the Draught of Living Dead is an extremely difficult potion to make. I'm glad you're so ambitious, but I'd suggest you get help from someone more experienced."

"I'm pretty sure I can do it on my own." Y/n assured.

"Maybe Mr. Nott here could help you. The sixth year has been just learning about this potion, actually. Theodore, would you be so kind and help Mrs Granger?"

Suddenly, Theo's gaze somewhat softened. There was no more disgust in his eyes. When he stood so close to Y/n, he wondered why did he act the way he did. Why did he do all the mean things to her. Maybe he had always liked her, but didn't want to admit it, even to himself alone.

"Yes, sure," he said, "I can help."

Y/n felt happy. For some reason, she didn't dislike Theo for all the things he did. She secretly always liked him, he was attractive, and she would even sometimes daydream about the day he would finally talk to her like a normal person. Maybe the day has finally come.

[7s3ven]

SANTA, TELL ME. draco malfoy

( master list )

IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy no longer enjoys Christmas, especially not when he has to stay at Hogwarts while all his friends are gone. But a certain bright-eyed Hufflepuff is glad to keep him company.

( draco x hufflepuff! reader )

“Santa, tell me if he really cares. ‘Cause I can’t give it all away if he won’t be here next year.”

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Draco couldn’t remember when he had started to dislike Christmas. Maybe it was during his second year when he had to stay at Hogwarts for the winter and ever since then, he was required to do the same every year.

Draco mindlessly stared at the wrapped gifts his parents had sent him early. The cold Slytherin room was empty, everybody but Draco at home with their families.

The blond teenager was curled up on the soft couch, listening to the fire crackle and watching as the logs burned. Having had enough of wallowing in self pity, Draco slipped into a thick blazer and walked out of the common room.

He wandered around the halls, the sound of loud and joyful laughter catching his attention. He peeked out of the window, his nose slightly wrinkling when he saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were with two other girls that weren’t that annoying know-it-all, Hermione Granger.

Draco recognized one of them as Y/N L/N, a Hufflepuff who was unusually good at potions. The other girl was a dark-haired Ravenclaw with a stern beauty that contrasted Y/N’s soft features.

The group of four were playing in the snow, throwing it at each other and laughing when their noses turned red from the cold.

Y/N wore her yellow scarf which sorely clashed with her tight blue and white striped blouse, greyish-brown skirt, and puffy white jacket. She seemed to have fleece lined tights on because she wasn’t shivering.

Draco tore his eyes away from the happy friends and frowned. Even with his companions, they were never that carefree. But how Draco wished they could be. It must be great not having to worry about your every move and who you were friends with, who you liked, and who you were going to marry.

In a way, he envied Y/N. She was a pureblood brought up by muggle parents with no harsh expectations or demands.

On paper, she was a sacred pure but in every Slytherin’s eyes, she would always be an outcast. She was at every prestigious party in her bright and stunning yellow dresses, effortlessly sticking out like a sore thumb.

Draco released a sigh and ran a hand through his blond hair. He didn’t know what to do with Blaise and all his other friends gone. He had heard Nott was going on a trip to Paris. Wonderful.

Pansy was going to Italy.

Crabbe and Goyle were planning to visit a famous restaurant in London.

Millicent Bulstrode was going to New York.

And Matteo… the poor son of Lord Voldemort was stuck in the same orphanage his father had landed in decades ago. In the same room too.

Draco walked with no destination in mind until he ended up at the front gates of Hogwarts. He looked up, staring as the snowflakes dropped. Slowly, he stepped forward into the thick snow. He sank down into it and the cold offered a strange sense of comfort.

He had not been planning to go outside so he was wrongly dressed. Draco shivered slightly as the snow landed on his pale face. His cheeks were flushed red and his hands felt frozen. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were.

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

Draco hadn’t even noticed Y/N approaching him, her scarf in her hand. “If you plan to stay outside,” She uttered, trying to hand him the yellow clothing, “At least wear this.”

Draco looked her up and down, wondering why she was even talking to him. All he did was bully her friends, at least the ones in Gryffindor. Draco and his posse seemed to leave everybody else alone.

“You helped me last month. So I’m returning the favor.” Y/N brightly smiled and Draco felt his face heat up, much to his dismay.

Draco thought for a moment before he realized what Y/N was talking about. It was true, he had helped her but only because that boy who was trying to flirt with Y/N was making a fool of Slytherin and he didn’t approve of making girls uncomfortable.

“Ah.” Draco murmured, staring down at the scarf. He slowly reached out to grab it. “He deserved it.”

“Matteo punched him.” Y/N piped up, reminding Draco of what had happened. Yes, Matteo had punched the idiotic boy while Draco stood on the sidelines, merely watching. “His nose started bleeding. I’m all for defending people but was that necessary?”

“He’s done it before. Matteo only wanted to teach him a lesson. Sexual harassment is no joke. That boy has tried peeking up girl’s skirts so my statement still stands. He deserved it.” Draco uttered it more firmly this time.

“Where is Matteo anyway?” Y/N looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of the brunette boy. “I thought he would’ve stayed behind.”

“I’m not sure why he went back to the orphanage.” Draco wasn’t the best at small talk, especially not with friendly people. But Y/N didn’t seem to notice as she rambled on.

She was relatively good friends with Matteo. She was one of the few who could get away with talking to him and not receiving a glare in return.

“He told me he was staying behind but maybe he didn’t want to be alone again, since he assumed you were leaving too. He kind of envies you and your family trips. He’s envious because you actually have a family.” Y/N paused, slowly covering her mouth. “Ah… I wasn’t supposed to tell you that… sorry.”

She lifted her head, locking gazes with Draco. “You’ll… keep this between us, right?” She sheepishly smiled, “I swear I don’t usually spill people’s secrets…”

Draco shrugged. “I wouldn’t be able to do much with that information anyway.” The blond hair turned around to walk away, but he realized he was still holding Y/N’s scarf. “I changed my mind. I’m going back inside. I assume you’ll be staying out here for a while so take this back. We don’t want you to freeze.”

Draco wrapped Y/N’s scarf around her neck, nodding. There was a slither of a smile on his lips before he spun around and strutted off.

“Why were you talking with Malfoy?” Harry approached Y/N as soon as Draco left.

She hummed in surprise and slightly jumped. “What? Oh. He’s not so bad. He’s actually… somewhat nice.”

Harry scoffed and rolled his emerald green eyes. “Malfoy? Nice? As if. Anyway, we’re going to walk around the pine woods. Wanna join?”

Y/N shook her head and beamed. “No. I’m good. I’m a little tired so I’ll see you inside.” Harry smiled back at her before jogging over to Ron and Anna, the Ravenclaw girl.

Y/N pushed past the large wooden doors, walking back into the warmth of the Hogwarts castle. The fire in the Great Hall crackled as Y/N entered, intent on warming her hands. But she found Draco standing in front of the Christmas tree, staring at it in wonder and awe and sadness.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Y/N snuck up behind Draco, startling him.

“Jeez! Merlin’s sake, L/N, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Draco stormed out of the Great Hall while Y/N poured and huffed.

“Hmph. What’s his problem? He was fine before.” She shook her head in annoyance as she warmed her freezing body by the fireplace. “Slytherins really are bipolar…”

Though, Y/N couldn’t help but feel sorry for Draco. She knew he was the only one in the common room because Matteo had told her everybody always went home. Pansy confirmed it.

Y/N and Pansy weren’t close but they had worked on a group project together and for along relatively well. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Pansy tried her best to hate the kind Hufflepuff but she never could.

Y/N could hear footsteps approaching the hall and assuming it was Harry, Y/N didn’t turn around. She should’ve because as soon as she caught sight of blond hair in a reflection, she knew it was Draco.

“Come to yell at me some more?” She asked, a joking tone to her question.

“You helped decorate the Great Hall, right?” Draco inquired, getting straight to the point.

“Yeah, I guess so. Why?”

“I need you to decorate the Slytherin common room.” Draco held up a pouch of money, “I’m willing to pay.”

Y/N glanced at him as he jingled the coins. She shrugged. “Nah. I’ll do it for free. Let’s go!” She linked arms with Draco and dragged him to the supply closet where the extra decorations were being been kept.

“Why do I need to help you?” Draco grumbled as Y/N shoved the boxes into his arms. She huffed.

“What? You think I could carry all this by myself? Hey,” She poked Draco’s shoulder, “There’s things even I can’t do alone. Besides, you’re strong. Use it for something helpful.”

Y/N turned away, which relieved Draco because he refused to let her see his flushed cheeks.

“Wow, it really isn’t decorated at all. That’s surprising, especially on Christmas Eve. The Hufflepuff common room is almost too shiny with all the tinsel.” Y/N looked around the Slytherin Chamber in disappointment. At least they had their Christmas tree up, though it was a very sad and bland one. She frowned. “How do you guys live like this?”

“I helped you carry the boxes. I trust you’ll be able to do the rest.” Draco dropped the boxes full of decorations and hurried off.

“Huh? Wait! You don’t expect me to do it alone! I need to socialise! I’ll die if I don’t talk to people!”

Draco slammed his dorm door shut, making Y/N sigh. “He’s only nice when Matteo is around.” She mumbled, “Does he have a crush on him or something? I wouldn’t be surprised. He keeps turning down girls, even Pansy. And she’s gorgeous.”

Y/N sorted through all the tinsel, sighing. “I suppose if I were a boy, I’d go for Pansy. Or Hermione. Maybe Luna?” She picked all the green tinsel strings, making sure to leave every single red-colored one in the box.

“Daphne Greengrass or whatever her name is would be a good choice too.” Y/N uttered as she wrapped the green tinsel around the stair rail. “Hm, who else? Ah! Cho Chang! Cedric sure is lucky to be dating her. I’m almost jealous!”

Y/N sighed as she hung ornaments on the lonely Christmas tree. “Ginny would also be on the list I guess. She’s a total badass. Why won’t Harry notice her? If I were him, I’d fall in love instantly.”

She checked fireplace, and made sure to add some more wood to the flames to keep them ignited. “Pansy, Hermione, Luna, Daphne, Cho, and Ginny. A strong lineup. What about the boys? Matteo is handsome but I only see him as a friend. Lorenzo I would get with. Cedric? Maybe. Oliver? Yes. Dating Harry or Ron would be a little weird so maybe not. Besides, I ship Hermione and Ron.”

This went on for quite some time. Y/N had made amazing progress while talking to herself. The chamber was almost unrecognisable. Draco, who was cooped up in his room, clenched his jaw. He was covering his ears, trying to ignore Y/N’s annoying rambling.

But she kept talking. Over and over again. About useless topics too. Finally, Draco had enough. He pulled open his door and was about to yell something until he heard Y/N mention his name.

“Draco? Hm… I don’t know. Am I supposed to call him Malfoy? I feel like we’re on relatively good terms. Would I date him? A solid maybe. He’s so handsome but he’s a little bipolar. If only he was a little nicer. I wouldn’t mind kissing him.”

Draco slowly lifted his head, hanging onto every word Y/N spoke. If he was a little nicer… she’d kiss him?

“I’m going out. The room looks great. Thanks, Y/N.” Draco hurriedly grabbed her hand, pressing an innocent kiss to her knuckles before he hurried off.

“Did he… just say thank you?” Y/N huffed in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard his say that.” She looked at her hand, still able to feel the ghost of Draco’s lips against her skin.

Draco had never been a nice person from the start but he figured the way to Y/N’s heart was to get on neutral terms with Potter.

Speaking of the devil, Draco could see Harry, Ron, and Anna walking into the castle.

“Morning, Potter.” Draco uttered as he passed the trio, trying his best not to scowl. “And Weasley and, I’m sorry, I don’t know your last name but I like your black hair.”

Once Draco was out of earshot, Ron and Harry shared a disturbed look. “Was he… poisoned or something?” Ron asked, “I prefer when Malfoy’s mean! It’s scary when he’s nice.”

“Hey, guys!” Y/N jogged towards her friends, wildly waving at them. “Have you guys seen Draco?”

“Yeah. He went that way. But he was acting super weird. What did you say to him to make him greet us and tell Anna he likes her hair.” Ron scoffed, “Or did you slip a potion into his drink?”

“Huh? I didn’t say anything!” Y/N exclaimed. She paused. “Oh… well, I did say I would kiss him if he was a little nicer. But I was talking to myself.”

“Bloody hell, Y/N.” Harry uttered. “Malfoy probably fancies you.”

“What?” Y/N tilted her head to the side.

“If you think about it, it makes sense.” Anna retorted. “I mean, he’s always trying to talk to you. He doesn’t bully you and he seems to stay away from bullying your friends as well. I mean, Harry and Ron and ‘Mione excluded.”

Y/N sighed. “That doesn’t prove anything. Do you know where he went? I need to ask him about the decorations. I’m decorating the Slytherin chamber.”

“He walked outside. Probably to Hogsmeade to go on a shopping spree for himself.” Ron quietly scoffed.

“Tell me if you see him, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Y/N walked back to the chamber, staring at the work she had done. The Slytherin common room looked much more comforting and welcoming now. She smiled proudly, placing her hands on her hips.

“Looks good, Y/N.” She happily high-fived herself. Y/N sat down on the couch, slightly slouching. She waved her wand around while mumbling a small charm, smiling as snowflakes floated around.

Hours eventually passed and Draco still hadn’t returned. Y/N had finished decorating and she had refurbished the fire as well. She was so bored she eventually found a way into Draco’s dorm and cleaned it too.

“Santa, tell me, if you’re really there. Don’t make me fall in love again if he won’t be here next year.” Y/N quietly sang, humming the beat to the muggle song. She had went to fetch Hermione’s gift, a small radio that played all kinds of songs. Y/N was enjoying it very much.

She grinned as she happily swung her legs. She stood up to check on the fire, slightly dancing.

The chorus played again, and this time Y/N sang louder.

At that time, Draco walked in. He froze, watching as Y/N surprisingly hit all the high notes in the Ariana Grande song.

Draco slowly smiled, strutting towards Y/N. He tapped her shoulder, “You’re a good singer.” He complimented her.

“Oh… thanks. What took you so long? I finished ages ago.”

“And you didn’t leave?”

“I, uh… didn’t wanna leave you alone.” Y/N sheepishly smiled. “Oh, what’s that?” She pointed at the bag in Draco’s arms. “A gift for your friend?”

“I guess you could say that… but she’s not really my friend. More like someone I owe.” Draco held out the bag, shoving it into Y/N’s hands. “For you. Merry… early Christmas.”

Draco looked away, trying to his his reddening ears.

Y/N tilted her head to the side before she opened the bag, gasping softly. “What the… Draco… this must’ve cost a fortune.” Inside was a freshly pressed Burberry blazer.

“I overheard that you were going to Paris in Winter next year and it snows there occasionally, so I bought you something to keep you warm.”

“Oh… it’s lovely, Draco.” Y/N smiled, feeling the fabric. “I love it. Thank you… so much.” She couldn’t contain her laugh of happiness.

“That’s not all.” Draco reached in, pulling out a jewelry box. “Vivienne Westwood.” He uttered, showing her the beautiful silver necklace.

Y/N gasped again. “You didn’t have to do this… you spent way too much money, Draco.”

“I wanted to do this. Consider it my thanks for decoration. It looks great. Turn around so I can put this on you.”

Y/N slowly spun around, feeling Draco’s cold hands against her neck. He gently pushed her hair aside, lingering for a moment too long. He put the necklace around her neck, carefully clasping it.

“Thank you.” Y/N grasped the pendant, smiling. “I love it. And I love the blazer too.”

Draco was still standing behind her, not wanting to move as he inhaled the smell of her sweet perfume.

“Y/N.” He whispered, “Can I…” Draco hesitated, “Can I kiss you?”

“What?” Y/N turned around in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. Draco, misunderstanding it as rejection, frowned.

“Sorry. I just blurted it out. I didn’t mean it.”

The clock in the common room loudly chimed as it reached twelve o’clock, a reminder of what day it was now. Christmas.

Y/N reached out, grabbing Draco and pulled him forward. She quickly kissed him and shyly pulled away, her cheeks flushed bright red just like Draco’s ears.

“Merry Christmas, Draco.”

[tomriddleslovergirl]

Harry Potter characters x Reader: You get a lover

Draco Malfoy:

Literally shocked that you decided to date someone who isn't him.

He will insult whoever you’re dating in front of you.

He doesn’t understand what you like about them, and will make it obvious that he thinks he’s better than your partner. He’s rich, a pureblood, and in his words better looking.

He will be more rude to you as time goes on, especially if you both were dating before.

Hermione Granger:

At first, she thinks she’s able to be around you and your partner, but she just can’t.

She’s jealous and upset and needs time to herself.

She knows that it’s a bit unfair because you probably don’t even know about her feelings toward you, but sometimes she lashes out on you.

You’ll notice her strange behavior, and try to talk to her about it.

She’ll confess her feelings when you ask her what’s wrong.

Ron Weasley:

Ron is jealous when he finds out that you’re with someone else.

He won’t be nice to you or them.

You would very quickly realize that he has feelings for you.

You’ll have to call him out on his behavior to try to get him to stop being so rude. Even then, he might try to deny the fact that he’s got feelings for you, if you bring it up.

You both will be arguing a lot more, and you both will try to avoid each other.

Tom Riddle:

He’d kill your lover.

You might know it was him, you might not. But one thing for sure is that you’ll never be able to prove that it was him who did it.

If he has to keep your lover alive for whatever reason, he’d take a polyjuice potion so he can spend more time with you.

Though he is more likely to just kill them. If you still don’t get with him, he’ll threaten to kill other people you love.

[panandinpain0]

Can Hermione x fem!reader (or any you’re comfortable with) exist where the reader’s a slytherin but actively a good person-

like she’s a pureblooded snake but like, the cute ones with big eyes and that smile at you

like she’s a super competitive quidditch captain, and has slytherin friends, but she also shows the nervous ravenclaw first years around and has study groups with her hufflepuff friends and eats at the gryffindor table sometimes??

ok bye I just think it could be cute

Study Group

OH MY GOD YES- YES OH MY GOD YES

My favorite kind of character to write for deadass.

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Requested by: Anon

Hermione Granger x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Literally Reader ^^^

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“Slytherin wins!” the announcer shouts over the sounds coming from the stands on the quidditch field. A mixture of "boo"'s and cheering were heard, a conflict seemingly starting out in the Gryffindor stands.

(Y/N), a chaser and Slytherins quidditch team captain, flew over to her seeker, holding up the arm that held the snitch and cheering with everyone. Patting the seeker’s shoulder, (Y/N) smiled and congratulated him.

The team flew back to the ground, heading to the showers before being intercepted by the crowd.

“You fly better than Angelina!” Fred shouted, his arm going over the captain’s shoulder.

“Don’t let her hear you saying that,” George warned, arm going around (Y/N)’s other shoulder. 

The Weasleys were a family friend of the (L/N)’s so they'd grown up together like siblings. When they started at Hogwarts and (Y/N) was sorted into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor they were disappointed, but got over it pretty soon after. Well, it took Ron a bit longer, but he got there. To make up for it, (Y/N) would sit at the Gryffindor table at dinner sometimes.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and ducked out of their hold, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“Thanks boys, we worked hard,” (Y/N) replied, patting George’s arm before going to walk away again.

She was startled when Ron was suddenly in her face, Harry and Hermione behind him.

“Bloody Hell, (Y/N)!” Ron shouted, grabbing her upper arms and shaking her around. “That catch, and the pass- and when you-!” He continued to stutter out incoherent praises.

“You did great out there,” Hermione congratulated for him as Harry tried to calm him down.

(Y/N) replied with a laugh, “Thanks Hermione. I’m really proud of my team, they really gave it their all. You should’ve seen how hard I’ve been working them, I’m surprised they don’t hate me.” She smiled jokingly at Hermione.

“No one could hate you,” Hermione responded seriously to the joke. (Y/N) seemed to soften at that, her exhaustion beginning to show.

“Thanks, ‘Mione.” She patted her shoulder.

(Y/N) would have hugged her but she didn’t want to get Hermione dirty.

“Mind helping me escape?” (Y/N) laughed, gesturing to the crowd surrounding them. Hermione laughed and nodded, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand and pulling her away.

When they got to the Quidditch showers, Hermione let go.

“Do you think we’re safe now?” (Y/N) whispered conspiratorially, a laugh lilting the end of her sentence. She tried to stop herself from reaching out for Hermione’s hand.

“I think we are,” Hermione laughed back. The Gryffindor herself was missing the warmth. 

There’d always been tension between them. When they’d first met Hermione was intimidated by (Y/N), seeing as she was in the year above her, and also a Slytherin. Hermione never had much luck with Slytherins.

Not to mention she was gorgeous, and it’s terrifying talking to beautiful people. (Y/N) had always sensed Hermione’s discomfort and was always trying to make ‘Mione feel comfortable. They’d grown closer over these past 5 years, but the tension was different than before.

“Well, I’d better shower before dinner,” (Y/N) lazily pointed behind herself to the door.

“Want me to save you a spot at the Gryffindor table? You know Wood will want to talk to you about Ravenclaw’s defeat.” Hermione really wanted her to say yes. They hardly spent enough time together as it is, and even if she doesn’t have a chance with (Y/N) she still enjoys her company.

“For sure, Granger. Make sure it’s next to you, yeah?” (Y/N) winked with a mischievous smirk. (Y/N) would often playfully flirt with Hermione to see her reaction, heat spreading up her neck and around her face.

And that’s exactly the reaction she got, Hermione’s gaze shy as she looked to her feet. She nodded and bit her lip, watching (Y/N) walk through the doorway.

At Dinner…

All of the Gryffindor’s were shouting over each other, the twins practically on the table as they argued with Oliver, their own captain. They’d already talked about the game, Wood practically interrogating the game plans they used from (Y/N). Now he was red in the face, scoffing at the twins.

(Y/N) and Hermione were on the sidelines, having a conversation about her study group. Ron and Harry would pop in every once in a while, but were also having a conversation about what Draco was up to this week.

“Lila, she’s from Hufflepuff- a third year- was having some trouble with Care of Magical Creatures. Something about nifflers? I don’t know, that girl is so quiet I have to have Becca translate for me.” (Y/N) shook her head sympathetically.

“Poor thing,” Hermione agreed, putting down her cup after having a sip. “Maybe I could come to the next one? It could be nice to have another person to help.”

“Sure, we’re meeting tomorrow in the library after lunch. Have you got a free period then?” (Y/N) asked, taking a bite of the food in front of her. Hermione hummed in confirmation, not trusting her voice.

She was so excited. Maybe she could start going to all of their study groups! She smiled to herself as she continued eating.

The Next Day…

Lunch was ending and Hermione stood up excitedly, practically buzzing.

“Someone’s excited,” Harry teased in a sing-song voice.

“It’s because she’s off to see her girlfriend~!” Fred and George replied.

“Oh, ‘Mione’s got a girlfriend now? Looks like I’ve got competition,” (Y/N) announced her presence, smiling at Hermione. She blushed at the quip and smiled back.

“Ignore them, they’re idiots.” Hermione shot the boys a glare.

“Trust me, I know. Shall we?” (Y/N) held up her arm, beckoning Hermione to wrap her arm around hers. Once she did they were off, leaving the boys behind.

When they got out into the corridor (Y/N) didn’t pull away like Hermione expected. They made small talk, (Y/N) waving to her friends when they passed. Hermione slowly trailed off her sentence when (Y/N) stopped walking.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked, looking around herself to assure they weren’t at their destination yet.

“Look.” (Y/N) pointed at a Ravenclaw, seemingly a first year. He was crying, sitting against the wall and shielding his face as his body shook. (Y/N) unhooked her arm from Hermione's and walked up to him, crouching down to his level.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked gently, but still frightened the first year. He flinched, uncovering his face to look at (Y/N). He seemed confused after he saw the color of her robes. Why would a Slytherin be nice to him?

He sniffled, “My classroom changed places and I can’t find it. I just got its new location memorized and then it moves! I’m gonna be late for Transfiguration and lose house points again.” He groaned in frustration, hands covering his face. (Y/N) gently took his hands and held them, giving him a comforting smile.

“Professor McGonagall can be very forgiving, as long as you tell her what happened. I’m (Y/N) (L/N), what's your name?”

“Conner,” he muttered through his tears. “Conner Wimble.”

“Well, Conner, I’ll walk you to Transfiguration. And teach you some tricks to find your classes. Is that okay?”

“Yes… thank you.”

Hermione shook herself from her thoughts, seeing (Y/N) being so kind to the first year did nothing to stifle her feelings. She rushed forward to join the conversation, crouching down as well.

“I know a spell that makes a string appear in the air that guides you to your classes. I could teach it to you,” she spoke gently to the Ravenclaw, bringing him to stand.

“Please, I need all the help I can get,” he sniffled out.

“Come on, let’s stand up now.” (Y/N), who still held his hands, pulled him to stand.

At the Library…

(Y/N) held open the door for Hermione, entering after her. She waved to Madam Pince before gently cupping Hermione’s elbow, guiding her to the study group.

“Look who decided to show up,” Becca giggled, a yellow ribbon holding her dark brown hair back.

“Yeah, sorry guys- got a bit distracted.” Her hand found the small of Hermione’s back. “This is Hermione-!” (Y/N) whispered before she was cut off.

“Everybody knows who she is. Harry Potter’s friend, right?” Suzie, a fourth year Ravenclaw, asked rhetorically. Her tone was a bit harsh, distaste following Harry’s name.

“Yes, but she has a name. Hermione will be joining us today, if that’s alright with everyone?” (Y/N) eyed Suzie with a warning gaze. After she got head nods from around the table she pulled out Hermione’s chair for her. Hermione blushed and gave (Y/N) a shy smile in thanks, earning a nod in return.

“So, how is everybody? Lila, how was Care of Magical Creatures today?” (Y/N) paid specific attention to the Hufflepuff as she pulled out her books. Lila murmured something nobody could hear, except for her best friend who sat right next to her.

“She said the niffler problem’s still got her stumped,” Becca repeated, going back to doodling on the corner of her parchment with her quill.

“We would have heard her if she would only speak up,” Suzie sassed as she rolled her eyes, playing with the end of her blond ponytail.

“Suzie!” (Y/N) scolded, looking concerned more than angry. “Please apologize.” She adopted a motherly look, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Suzie looked slightly ashamed, gaze lowering as she uncrossed her arms. She played with the edge of her blue sweater, the silver eagle on the sleeve catching the light. “Sorry Lila, that was mean.”

“It’s okay. You have a point,” Lila spoke a bit louder this time, giving Suzie a small smile.

“What’s going on?” (Y/N) gently asked Suzie, running a hand up and down her arm. Hermione watched with a bit of envy, but shook herself out of it when she realized her thoughts.

Suzie’s lip started trembling, her eyes blinking quickly to rid herself of the gathering tears. “David and I got into a fight. He’s been using one of the secrets I trusted him with against me in our arguments. It’s been going on all day.” She sniffled, sliding a bit of her sweater over her hand to wipe at her nose.

Lila, who was closest to her, put her hand on Suzie’s shoulder, rubbing it gently. Everyone sympathized and started helping her come up with solutions, and afterwards the studying quickly commenced.

One Hour Later…

Becca giggled at a joke (Y/N) whispered to her as they left the library, Lila smiling a bit. Hermione and Suzie were finishing a conversation while actively shoving books into their bags, trying to avoid the door swinging into them. Hermione almost got hit but (Y/N)’s hand stopped it, both of them looking surprised.

“Watch out there love, almost got hit.”

Hermione blushed at the pet name.

Suzie looked between the two of them for a second, sitting in their tension-filled silence.

Clearing her throat loudly, Suzie caught the girls’ attention, “I’m going to go talk to David now, I’ll see you two later?” Without waiting for an answer she walked off, waving behind her. She shouted goodbye to the two Hufflepuff’s and was gone.

“We’d best be off too. (Y/N), would you be a dear and ask Fred and George for more sugar quills? Lila and I have been craving them,” Becca laughed, joining hands with Lila.

“For sure! I’ll let you know what they say. Same time next week?” They nodded. “Make sure Suzie knows that too, please.” And they were off.

Hermione and (Y/N) looked at each other, still standing in front of the library. Taking in a breath, (Y/N) broke the silence.

“Would you like to come again next week? Suzie seemed to like having you around,” (Y/N) laughed a bit, smiling at the Gryffindor in front of her.

“Yes, I’m sure it was just Suzie,” Hermione giggled and nodded, not able to look away from (Y/N). Said Slytherin scoffed in surprise at the comment, her face heating up as she laughed in amusement.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement on that then.”

They smiled at each other for a bit longer, not wanting to part.

“Well, I think this makes you an official part of our group. What do you say?” (Y/N) stuck out her hand. “Want to join our study group?”

Hermione met her half way, shaking her hand.

“Well, we wouldn’t want to disappoint Suzie, now would we?”

End

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Ta-da! Sorry it took so long, Anon! But I'm pretty proud of this final product. (I actually think it sucks a lot but maybe you'll like it. I hope you do.)

-Author Max <3

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The Honor Of A Slytherin - Platonic Hermione Granger x fem reader

summary: Hermione is surprised to say the least when a Slytherin suddenly stands up for her

warnings: bullying

word count: 848

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I was on my way to class when I heard the rustle. Another fight between Slytherins and Gryffindors.

Honestly I did not get it. Why did people have to be so narrow-minded?

As Slytherins prefect it felt like my duty to intervene. So I made my way over to the students fighting. Or rather Draco Malfoy bullying a Gryffindor girl.

I did not really know what this was about, but I did know Draco Malfoy. It was hard not to know him actually as he was behaving like a prince.

“What's going on here?”, I inquired when I arrived.

The girl looked up at me with spite in her eyes. I raised my eyebrow at that.

“That little mudblood just got on our nerves”, Draco declared.

I sighed at his choice of wording. “You really shouldn't talk like that”, I scolded him.

“Who do you think you are?”, he challenged me with a glare, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

How could a twelve-year-old be so cocky?

I smirked down at him, being easily a head taller than him. “Who do you think you are, talking to anyone like that? Do you seriously think you're better than her just because your family consists of wizards and witches? Could you beat her in a fair fight then? Or in an exam?”, I questioned.

I had no idea who that girl was, but the huge book she was carrying with her told me that she was hard-working.

The death glare he was sending me was kinda cute actually. I had put up with a lot of bullies before. My best friends were muggleborn and had therefore received many snarky remarks and even more. But this was just hilarious.

“Just go and leave her alone, Draco”, I advised him.

“You dare talk to me like that? Do you know who my father is?”, he threatened me.

“Of course I know”, I noted with a scoff. “He's a weak man who can only handle himself through connections, just like you.”

I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears at my comments.

From the corner of my eyes I could see the Gryffindor girl chuckling.

“If you don't mind I would like to head to class now. So do all of us a favor and just cut this childish behavior”, I requested.

Now he was furious, relying on his friends to stand a chance against me. But he had no idea who I was.

Their pathetic attempt at a spell was quickly deflected by me. Their wands were in my hand before they could even think of another spell.

“Hey! Give them back!”, Draco protested.

“I'll let Professor McGonagall deal with this. So if you don't want to get into any more trouble than you already are, you should leave now and go to class”, I considered.

They cursed as they walked away, but I could not care less. They were like little puppies making a scene, thinking they were a grown-up shepherd dog.

“Thanks for helping me out”, the Gryffindor girl proposed.

“No big deal”, I brushed it off. “I'm (f/n) by the way. If they make any more trouble you can always come to me. I'm the Slytherin prefect anyway.”

“I'm Hermione. Honestly I didn't know there were kind Slytherins as well”, she admitted.

“You shouldn't judge too quickly”, I remarked. “Our reputation is way ahead of most of us.”

“Yeah, I see that now. Are you a muggleborn as well?”, she wondered.

“No. Actually I'm a pureblood, but I don't really care about this whole blood status nonsense. It doesn't mean anything”, I pointed out.

“Doesn't feel like it sometimes”, Hermione mumbled.

I placed my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “Don't let them drag you down! I'm sure you'll become a great witch. It doesn't matter what they think. As long as you have people who love you the way you are, that's all you need. You're a Gryffindor, right? Hold your head up high.”

She was beaming at my words as if I had just ignited a new fire inside her.

“I will”, she promised. “Thanks again.”

With those words she walked away to class.

I was going to be late. Great …

I hurried through the corridors until I arrived and opened the door.

“You're late, Miss (l/n)”, Professor McGonagall noted.

“I'm sorry, Professor. There was a fight between the second years and I couldn't just walk by. Draco Malfoy and his friends attacked me by the way. So I took their wands with me”, I explained and handed her their wands.

My professor smiled proudly at me. I was one of her best students. So she knew I was not just messing around.

“Alright then. Take your seat and try this new spell then. You can tell me more about this incident after class”, she suggested.

In the end I got the house points back we lost thanks to Malfoy.

[fleurswn]

La belle au bois dormant: The Sleeping Beauty.

Pairings: Tom Riddle x Female!Reader

Word Count: Bla blabla

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: You are a great friend to Hermione Granger, staying by her side despite being a year younger. As the Battle of Hogwarts rages on and the darkness of the night grows thicker, you stayed with the Light side. When Voldemort and his Death Eaters emerge from the depths of the Forbidden forest, silence falls upon the battlefield. The air is heavy with dread as Hagrid steps foward, revealing the limp body of Harry Potter in his arms.

(WORK IN PROGRESS, PLS IGNORE 😜)

After casting a spell that sent a death eater flying away, you collapsed against the crumbled wall of the corridor.

Once vibrant and full of life, it now exuded the sense of sorrowness. A sharp, stinging pain in your abdomen drew your attention, and upon examining the wound, you saw the deep, bleeding gash that marred your flesh.

"Fuck!" you exclaimed, the pain and shock causing your voice to tremble. The sight of crimson liquid flowing steadily from the wound left you feeling lightheaded and weak.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approached, you clenched your teeth, shut your eyes, and held your breath, desperately hoping to remain undetected and praying to whoever above for a chance to survive.

When you sense someone standing in front of you, you part your eyes slightly, only to catch the sight of Tom Riddle himself standing there, the firstborn of The Dark Lord.

Despite your parents' allegiance to the Dark Lord, you have always feel a deep hatred towards Tom. The idea of pureblood supremacy has never sat well with you.

However, your rejection to your parents believe had led you to run away from home when your parents attempted to pressure you into taking the dark mark. Fortunately, your aunt welcomed you with open arms into her home.

Now, Tom Riddle looms over you, as you struggle to conceal the bleeding gash on your skin. Memories flood back from the time before the Battle of Hogwarts, when Tom had cornered you upon your return to Hogwarts after running away from your household. He expressed disappointment in what he perceived as wasted potential, urging you to join the his side, the winning side.

In a moment of anger, you had slapped Tom that day. While any other person might have to face consequences for such an act, Tom merely responded with a smirk before walking away.

That absolutely make you feel more ang—

"Oh, Doll," Tom cooed, interrupting your train of thoughts.

Tom knelt down in front of you, his fingers gently wiping away the blood trickling from your slightly torn lips. You felt the urge to bite his fingers, but he quickly pulled them away. His gaze shifted to the blood seeping from your abdomen.

"Oh, my poor darling. Does this hurt?" he taunted, mocking your pain. "Fuck off, Riddle." You hissed and tried to move away, but he grabbed your shoulder firmly, keeping you in place.

"Stay still now, would you?" He pulls out his wand, pointing it to your abdomen.

You held your breath, expecting a deadly curse, but instead you watched in suprise as he flick his wand and muttered, "Vulnera Sanentur."

The bleeding slowed and your wound began to mend. "Why are you doing this?" you asked, fighting back a whimper as the magic stitched your skin back together.

Ignoring your question, Tom chuckled darkly. "It's not too late to join me, Y/N. It's clear who will win the war," he said, cocking his head slightly.

"Don't underestimate the other side, Riddle. You know nothing," you retorted, gritting your teeth against the pain. His face hardened as he stood.

"Silly girl. You will come to me eventually. And when you do, I will forgive you. I am, merciful, afterall." he declared before walking away.

"Go to hell!" you shouted after him, watching as he disappeared, leaving you leaning against the wall.

You sat there, not sure of how much time had passed until a familiar voice called out your name. Instantly on alert, you reached for your wand in your pocket, ready to cast a shield until you realized it was Hermione approaching you.

Concern etched on her face as she knelt down beside you, "Oh, Y/N, what happened?" she asked, her voice trembling. "A Death Eater stabbed me, but I think I'm alright now," you muttered, gesturing to your now stitched wound evident through your torn shirt. Hermione's eyes followed your gaze, filled with worry.

"Do you think you can stand?" Hermione asked, her voice filled with concern, to which you shook your head. Despite your attempts to rise, the pain from your fresh stitches made it feel like you would stumble with every attempt. You had tried to cast any spell that could help you, but when you try to focus on casting a spell, the pain made it difficult to concentrate on anything else. "Could you help me up?" you requested.

Hermione looped her arm around your shoulder, supporting you as you struggled to steady yourself. You leaned on her for support, feeling a sense of relief at her presence.

"Where are Harry and Ron? Are they okay?" you asked, noticing the worry etched on Hermione's face. The change in her demeanor only heightened your anxiety, prompting you to ask again, "Hermione, please tell me what happened," your voice trembling, a sinking feeling settling in your gut.

"Harry went to surrender himself to Voldemort," Hermione choked out, causing you to gasp in shock. Trying to compose herself, Hermione wiped her eyes, her features now marked by despair. Realizing now was not the right time for grief, she spoke solemnly, "We have to focus on the task at hand. We need to destroy the snake; it's Voldemort's final Horcrux," her words carrying the weight of their urgency as she help you in walking.

You took deep breaths, struggling to calm the turmoil within you, unable to understand Harry's sacrificial decision.

Your breath caught in your chest as you reached the scene, witnessing the horrorfying sight of Hagrid carrying Harry, his still form appearing pale and motionless.

Denial flooded your thoughts, a chorus of "no" echoing in your mind. He couldn't be gone, it couldn't be true...

The voice of the Dark Lord boomed, "Harry Potter is dead!" You saw the fear and despair in Hermione's eyes mirrored your own. The dark laughter of the Death Eaters surrounded you, creating an atmosphere of pure terror.

Hermione reached out to you, but before either of you could react, a spell hit you square in the chest. Your body convulsed with the impact, and a wave of dizziness washed over you. Your vision blurred, and you felt like as if the world was spinning out of control.

Through the haze, you could hear Hermione's panicked voice calling out to you, but it sounded distant, as if coming from far away. Your eyelids grew heavy, tempting you to surrender to the darkness encroaching upon your consciousness.

As you sway on the brink of unconsciousness, a last image seared itself into your mind - the triumphant smirk on Tom's face as he stared directly at you. Eventually, you give in to the welcoming embrace of oblivion.

And that's all what you could remember, before you found yourself lying on a soft mattress inside a glass coffin.

Panic tried to grip you, but failed.

Your torn clothes were replaced with clean ones, and you felt refreshed for the first time since the battle. Despite feeling light-headed and tired, a strange sense of calm coming over you.

You tried to move your fingers, hands, and legs, a tingling feeling spread throughout your body. After some effort, you managed to move your arm and reached out to touch the glass of the ornated coffin. It was decorated with gold in the shape of a flower.

Struggling to clear your foggy mind, you slowly tilted your head to have a look at the room.

It was dimly lit by a dying candle and the faint daylight streaming through a window covered with a thin curtain.

The room you find yourself in is undeniably beautiful, so much so that you can't help but wish you could live there if only your aunt's wealth wasn't so limited. It's the kind of place you imagine Malfoy, with his extravagant tastes, would call home.

The only sounds that fill the room are the gentle rhythm of your own breathing and the distant rustle of leaves outside the window.

Everything was so peacefull until you hear creak of a door opening breaks the silence, followed by the steady thud of boots crossing the floor.

Panic flares within you, yet your heart stayed strangely steady.

It's as though your mind has been wrapped in a soothing fog, leaving you calm and almost detached from the situation. You close your eyes. You felt like you were under a.. sleeping-draught potion.

WIP PLS IGNORE (FIRST FIC 😜)

[moogles93]

Waited for You

Sirius Black x OFC

Amelie Rosier is a kind 31 year old woman (AFAB!) with long, platinum blonde hair, dark blue eyes and porcelain skin.

She was raised by a family of pureblood elitists and was disowned/left home when she was 15, after she refused to join the deatheaters or be a part of their society.

She lived with Evans during her last years at Hogwarts, quickly becoming friends with the Gryffindor and her band of crazy lions.

Amelie became Harry Potter’s Godmother after helping Lilly and James through his birth.

She is a talented Legimens and can read minds, though not always by choice. Her father intended to gift her to Voldemort so that he could use this power, and Dumbledore asks that she use it instead, to fight him and his supporters.

She fell in love with Sirius Black after her parents threw her out. He empathised with her and shared his own, very similar, lived experiences. That empathy grew into a mutual understanding, late night misadventures and laughter after sneaking her into the Gryffindor Common Room.

This short story is set during Order of the Phoenix, though there is nothing too specific.

This is my first posted fan fiction, so please be kind!

Contains: angst, role play, piv, oral

This work is NSFW and is recommended for 18+ readers.

There was a tense silence in the Order of the Phoenix headquarters. Dumbledore had already finished official business and departed from Grimmauld Place. Molly Weasley was speaking now, louder and louder as she discussed the new arrivals of a new ally with the others still present whilst her children, along with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger entered the kitchen once more for dinner.

Sirius was hardly listening, his thoughts wandering somewhere far away. Anticipation and anxiety hung in the air, reminding him that war lay ahead. His heart was heavy these days, too many memories, too many losses. Another war loomed on the horizon, and all he could think about was the people he’d lost during the first.

His contemplation was broken by the long creak of the kitchen door, plunging the dimly lit kitchen into a sudden silence. Sirius looked up and froze.

She was standing in the doorway, the woman he had long ago lost in the succession of years and events that had passed. His first love, once young and bright, now stood before him - mature, strong and as time-worn as he was in the eyes, but still as beautiful as he remembered. After Azkaban, he had been sure that everything that had bound them together was broken, that she had turned her back on him like the rest of the world.

Yet she was here, in the Order, ready to fight alongside him and the rest of their old companions. Perhaps there was still hope.

Her eyes met his, and he realized that despite the years and all the hardships, she had truly returned. Not just for the fight against Voldemort, but for him.

She smiled somewhat shyly at Sirius and tucked some of her long hair behind her ear, much like she had when they were teenagers so many years ago, before greeting Molly Weasley and her husband, Arthur.

“Miss Rosier, we’re all so glad that you could come,” Although Molly’s tone was welcoming, Amelie flinched when she spoke the name Rosier, but smiled and took the older woman’s hand good naturedly.

“Please Molly, it’s just Amelie. That surname doesn’t belong to me any more than I belong to it.” She had struggled for a long time to make a new reputation for herself - one of kindness and strength, by breaking away from her pureblood death eater family.

His gaze never left hers as she spoke, the same spark igniting in her eyes that he remembered from their youth. A familiar warmth spreading through him, he stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor, drawing everyone's attention.

“Amelie...” He said her name softly, almost reverently. For him, it was like the rest of the room had faded away momentarily. “It’s good to see you.”

He walked towards her slowly, each step deliberate and slow, filled with unspoken words and emotions. When he finally reached her, he stopped, looking down at her with a mix of admiration and affection, his sudden vulnerability surprising for the people around the long wooden table. Most of those present had assumed that Sirius had no relationships, especially one with a woman.

Despite the years apart, he felt an immediate connection to her, a bond that had never been fully severed even during his time in Azkaban.

At first her gaze seemed sceptical as she searched his features. Features she hadn’t seen for 14 long years. His hair was longer and held more greys… his skin seemed paler and he was thinner than she remembered… but his eyes were just the same - beautiful spheres of silver that she lost herself to the moment she became his friend all those years ago. When he had held her hand in Dumbledore’s office and supported her as she chose to break away from her family and live freely, away from their cruel version of the world – just as he had done with his own.

She was vaguely aware of the others in the room: the Weasleys, the Order, the godson she had yet to meet… but as she reached out and gently traced her fingertips along his jaw, it was as if Sirius and her were the only two people in the world. As if she had finally seen what she needed to, she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in the crook of his neck, her face pressed against the skin there as she whispered in a voice filled with raw joy and relief, “It’s really you…”

The sensation of her touch sent a rush of warmth through him, a feeling he had thought lost forever. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close into an embrace that was both protective and comforting. It was as if no time had passed between them, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other.

He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her hair, a fragrance that brought back memories of stolen moments and secret meetings in the corridors of Hogwarts Castle as students. His hands roamed over her back, feeling the curves and contours of her body. This was real. She was real.

“Amelie...” he murmured; his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much...”

For a moment, they stood there, entwined in each other’s arms, surrounded by the bustle of sounds of the kitchen, but completely oblivious to anything except the reunion of their souls.

“I knew you were innocent,” she whispered into his skin, her arms tightening around him, still so afraid that he could be gone again. That somehow this was just another dream. “I knew you would never have hurt James or Lilly… I tried to tell them… I even visited Azkaban to try and see you in those first few years, so many times - but they always turned me away...”

His heart clenched at her words, a bittersweet ache filling his chest. He pulled back slightly to look at her, his hands cupping her face tenderly.

"I knew you would, love," he said softly, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to fall down her cheeks. "I never doubted your faith in me. Even in my darkest moments, I clung to the hope that you believed in my innocence."

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers, their breath mingling in the small space between them.

"But you're here now, and that's all that matters. We've been given a second chance, Amelie. Let's not waste another moment apart."

She smiled and closed her now teary eyes as their foreheads rested against each other, breathing in his familiar scent and placing her hands on his chest so she could feel his heart beating underneath. It all seemed so surreal.

“I’ll never take a moment with you for granted again Padfoot,” she spoke quietly, with conviction, using his schoolboy nickname and the one she came to use when they were young and he’d introduced her to the people that she would one day call friends – most taken from them during the first war.

Just as she began to lean up to press her soft, rose petal lips against his, someone cleared their throat and the world around them swam back into focus. All eyes in the room were on them, looking at Sirius in confusion and her as if she had a second head. She cleared her throat awkwardly, tucking her hair behind her ear in nervousness once more.

Sirius's eyes snapped open, meeting the curious gazes of the others. He felt a flush rise to his cheeks, realizing how intimate the moment had become. He glanced down at Amelie, seeing the same embarrassment mirrored on her face.

"Ah, right..." he muttered, trying to play off the awkwardness. "Old friends, reuniting after all these years and all that..."

Molly stepped forward, a knowing smile on her face. "Well, it's lovely to see you two reconnecting! Why don't you join us for dinner, Amelie? There's plenty to go around."

Sirius nodded, grateful for the distraction. "That sounds like a fantastic idea, thanks Molly. Amelie?"

He offered his arm to her, and she took it, allowing him to guide her toward the dining table.

She blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear as she allowed Sirius to steer her towards the large table in the centre of the room. At first she stared at the floor as she walked, but as she saw Remus Lupin also seated at the table she lifted her head and grinned in surprised delight.

“Moony!” she raced over to kiss both of his cheeks in a graceful gesture of friendship before returning to her place beside Sirius. “Merlin it’s good to see you! Three of us together again, I’m not sure I ever thought it possible,” she finished with a genuine, albeit sad smile.

Remus chuckled warmly as Amelie greeted him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Likewise, Amelie. It's been far too long."

He glanced at Sirius, a hint of amusement in his expression. There was a time when Remus and their other friends had thought that Sirius would be a perpetual bachelor, not knowing that even then he had started to fall for Amelie Rosier, meeting her in secret throughout their sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts and later taking her on adventures on his flying motorcycle. "Looks like you two picked up right where you left off, eh?"

Sirius rolled his eyes playfully at his old friend, but couldn't suppress the grin spreading across his face. "Shut it, Moony. Not all of us are married to the life of a perpetual bachelor." He teased.

Amelie laughed, the sound bright and melodic. "Oh, leave him alone, Padfoot. Can't you see he's genuinely happy for us?"

She settled into the seat beside Sirius, leaning into him slightly. "Now, who's going to fill me in on everything I've missed?"

She looked around the table to see faces still full of confusion, and realised that an explanation was in order. The children, along with two of the oldest Weasley boys and a young woman with bright pink hair, were looking at each other as if uncertain that they could trust the pretty woman before them whose appearance screamed ‘pureblood’.

That, and Molly had revealed her surname - she was sure that many of the people around the table, even the children, instantly would have related her to the rest of the Rosiers; all death eaters, blood purists and sadists.

She glanced at Sirius quickly. “Or… perhaps we should explain how we know each other? How I got involved with the Order of the Phoenix…?” She gave Sirius and Lupin a curious and concerned glance, hesitant to go through their sad history, dredging up old memories she was sure they would rather not relive.

Sirius looked at Amelie, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and affection. "Amelie was a friend of mine from school, a friend to all of us by the end of our final year. She was instrumental in helping the Order during our early days. Without her, things might have turned out quite differently."

He paused, glancing around the table at the curious faces. "Amelie's family... well, let's say they didn't approve of our activities. They disowned her when she chose to stand with us and reject everything they, and Voldemort, stood for." His hand found hers under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "But enough about the past. Tell us about yourself, Amelie. What have you been up to since we last met?"

From across the table a teenaged boy with scruffy dark hair, glasses and green eyes gave her a suspicious look.

“So you knew my parents then.” It was a statement more than a question, and she knew who had spoken before she even looked up. Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Her godson.

How could she explain to him that she was his godmother but that she had left and stayed away from him because of her family’s rotten influence in their world… how could she convey how sorry she was that he never got to meet his parents… two of the people she had been closest to in her most important young years.

Harry's words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken questions and emotions. Sirius watched Amelie closely, sensing her distress. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Amelie," he said gently. He turned to face Harry, his grey eyes soft with empathy. "The Rosiers... they weren't an easy family to defy, especially wouldn’t have been for a young woman on her own."

He glanced at Harry, his expression softening. "Harry, Amelie was a dear friend to James and Lily. In fact, she was there for them during some of their darkest hours. If anyone could have told us about the danger we faced, it was her." He clenched his fists remembering why she hadn’t been there the days leading up to their deaths. “Her father found her before she could warn us…”

Sirius's gaze returned to Amelie, filled with sadness and anger at what she had endured at the hands of someone who was supposed to protect her. "But she chose to protect us, to keep our secrets safe no matter what he did. That took so much courage, Amelie."

She gazed at Sirius fondly, squeezing his hand under the table as a silent thank you for standing up for her.

“You’ve heard the name Rosier before I imagine, Harry?” She asked, facing him with a kind, but completely calm face - she had nothing to fear, the people who knew her best were beside her again. If she had inherited anything besides her looks from her family, it would be pride. So, she held her head high, meeting his eyes and trying to show a confidence she didn’t really feel.

Harry nodded slowly, his eyes searching Amelie's face for answers. Sirius could tell that Amelie was trying to tread carefully, not wanting to upset Harry without explaining why.

"Yeah, I've heard the name," the boy admitted quietly. "I guess it's just... hard to wrap my head around the fact that you're connected to them and not on their side.” A shadow crossed his features, a reminder of the pain and loss that had shaped his life. But Sirius could also see a flicker of curiosity, a desire to understand.

“I haven’t been for many years. Partly thanks to Padfoot,” she said, sending a quick smile to Sirius. “But mostly, thanks to your mother, Lilly. She always saw the best in all of us… she never judged Remus for his lycanthropy… never stopped giving James a chance, even when he acted like a lovesick fool… never gave up on me, even when my family made it clear that they expected me to marry a pure blood of their choosing and join Voldemort as soon as I was of age. She helped set me free and even gave me a place to stay when I had nowhere else to go.”

A wistful smile played on Sirius's lips as he listened to Amelie speak of Lilly. Memories of their dear friend flooded back - her radiant laughter, her unwavering optimism, the way she brought light to even the darkest of times.

"Lilly Potter," he murmured, raising his glass as if in toast, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "The heart of the Order, the glue that held us together. We wouldn't have survived without her strength and compassion." From across the table Remus nodded his head sadly, and from beside him, Amelie closed her eyes briefly in remembrance.

He glanced at Harry, seeing the sorrow etched on the boy's face. "Your mum, Harry... she was one of a kind. She loved you so much. More than anything in this world."

Sirius's gaze softened, focusing once more on Amelie. "And you, Amelie... she saw the goodness in you, too. Even when others couldn't."

Amelie nodded sadly, a bittersweet smile on her face.

“She and Padfoot here, helped me to run away. Once I decided that I no longer wished to be part of the Rosier family, she helped me to become emancipated from them and brought me to live with her when I was 15.”

“When the first war started,” Amelie continued after a brief pause. “She trusted me to join the Order and convinced the others to give me a chance. Sirius, James and Remus had long since been my friends, so they vouched for me too… I offered to let Dumbledore use me however he thought would help the most, so he used me as a spy.” At the memories of her time spent as a spy she shuddered. Being treated either like a maid or a whore by pure blood elitists while she gathered information had been awful, but she had done it again and again to protect the people she loved. She would complete each mission only to come home and cry in Sirius’ arms, feeling violated and used, often disturbed by the information she had uncovered.

“I’m a natural legilimens. That is, I can read the thoughts and feelings of others... I can’t always control it and that has gotten me into trouble before, but I have trained for a long time and come a long way, in huge part thanks to Dumbledore – he knew that we could use that power if I could harness it properly, and it helped a lot at first.”

She waited with bated breath for Harry to absorb what she had said so far. She was sure there would be questions, and even more so that he would want to know where she had been all his life.

Sirius listened intently as Amelie recounted her story, his heart aching for the trials she had endured. He remembered those difficult years vividly - the constant danger, the weight of responsibility, the toll it took on them all.

"And now here you are," he said softly, "Back with us, ready to fight again. It means a lot, Amelie. To all of us."

He glanced at Harry, gauging the boy's reaction. Sirius knew that Harry had grown up without knowing much about his parents' lives, their friends, their struggles. It was a lot for him to take in, especially coming from someone with such a complicated connection to his family history.

"But I'm sure you have questions, Harry," Sirius prompted gently. "About Amelie, about your parents, about everything. Don't hold back."

“Where were you up until now then if you were so close to them?” Harry said in a suspicious and hurt tone. Amelie could feel a certain sadness and feeling of rejection radiating from him.

“During the last war, my father managed to use his blood - my blood to find me – A dark spell that trapped me almost like the imperius curse, but more physical… Even after I was freed, I was so scared that he would somehow be able to do it again… I couldn’t risk him being able to find you…” she searched his face before letting out a long sigh, unsure whether the next information would make him happy, sad, or even angry.

“I… I was there the day you were born, Harry. I helped Lilly and James through the birth and then I would regularly come to check up on you or take you on little adventures… Lilly named me your godmother, Harry and I loved you - love you, so very much… when your parents were killed and Sirius blamed. I thought perhaps they had used me to find you and framed Sirius to punish me - when I told Dumbledore he bade me hide away and not to make contact - to keep you safe.” There were tears in her eyes now, even as she kept her head held high and refused to break eye contact or break down in front of everyone.

“I kept an eye on you as best I could, but always kept at a distance.”

As Amelie spoke, Sirius felt a surge of empathy for the young man sitting across from them. The pain of abandonment, the confusion, the sense of betrayal – it must have been overwhelming for Harry. Yet, Sirius also sensed a glimmer of understanding, a budding acceptance of the circumstances surrounding his godmother’s absence.

"We both wish we could've been there for you, mate," he murmured, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "We all missed you terribly. Even Moony there." Remus smiled wistfully but nodded in agreement.

Turning back to Amelie, Sirius's expression hardened slightly. The mention of her father still stung, even after all these years. What that man had nearly taken from him was unforgivable and still caused a burning rage to seep into his heart

"But we can't change the past," he said firmly. "What matters now is that you're here. With us. Safe."

“I’ve always been with you, Pads,” she said softly, only for Sirius to hear as she took his hand in hers and squeezed gently. She had been one of the only people to know from day one that Sirius had been innocent - she had campaigned for years to prove as much before he escaped from Azkaban. Even then she immediately dropped everything to try and find him… to be back with him now… it was like coming home…

The rest of the dinner passed in mostly amicable discussions about their pasts, the trouble they’d gotten up to during their time at Hogwarts and even how the joined the order. Molly and Arthur Weasley would occasionally interrupt: Molly to remind them that they were speaking to children, and Arthur to ask enthusiastic questions.

By the end of the meal, Amelie truly did feel as though she had come home. To have Sirius and Remus with her again gave her confidence in their shared plight against Voldemort. To meet Harry once more seemed like a gift she would treasure, even if he never fully accepted her.

When they had cleared the table and the children had all gone to bed, Amelie admitted that Dumbledore had asked her to live at headquarters. This meant that she would be living with Sirius, Remus and the Weasleys in Sirius’ old family home in order to keep her safe and her abilities out of Voldemort’s reach.

As the evening drew to a close, Sirius found himself reflecting on the events of the day. There was a strange mix of emotions swirling within him – joy at having Amelie back, concern for Harry, anticipation for the future. But underlying it all was a deep-seated gratitude.

"It's good to have you back, Amelie," he said quietly, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest. "More than you know."

His gaze drifted towards the staircase leading upstairs, where the children were probably already tucked into bed. He hoped they'd adjust quickly; the house would certainly be lively with six kids underfoot. Better than the lonely silence he’d been getting used to over the past few months.

"And don't worry about living here," he added, noticing the look of uncertainty flicker across Amelie's features. "This place is yours just as much as ours while we’re here."

“You… you really don’t mind?” She whispered to him, a nervous energy making her fidget with the hem of her blouse. When she looked at him there was a strange sort of forlorn longing and fragile hope in her eyes.

Sirius noticed the nervousness in Amelie's voice, the way her fingers worried at the fabric of her blouse. It tugged at something deep inside him - a memory of a younger version of herself, so full of hope and determination despite the odds stacked against her. He reached out, covering her hand with his own.

"Of course I don't mind," he said softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "I... I'm glad you're here, Amelie. Truly."

There was a moment of charged silence between them, the air seeming to crackle with unspoken emotion. Sirius felt his heart begin to race, his mind flashing back to stolen moments in the past - a brush of hands, a lingering glance, the promise of something more. But the present intruded, and he pulled back slightly, clearing his throat.

She seemed to deflate when he pulled away. The warmth of his hands had flooded her with similar memories. Holding hands on the journey to Hogsmeade as teenagers, dancing together at a New Years Eve Party at James Potter’s house when they were 19… kissing under mistletoe… making love for the very first time… Of course things wouldn’t go back to being exactly like they were – she was no fool… but was it wrong to hope that they could pick up the pieces together?

“I don’t want to impose on you… that’s all.” Her voice sounded tired and resigned. Heartbroken, perhaps. “I understand that it’s been a long time since you saw me… hells, you might not even feel the same way about me anymore…I – I shouldn’t have expected anything…”

Sensing her discomfort, Sirius gently squeezed her hand once more before releasing it. He understood what she was saying, the fear lurking beneath her words. He knew that time had changed things, altered perspectives and feelings, but there was still a spark between them, a connection that hadn't faded entirely.

"You're not imposing yourself," he assured her, meeting her gaze directly. "And trust me when I say this... I do feel the same way about you."

He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. They needed to be honest and sincere, without causing further distress.

"The truth is," he continued softly, "I never stopped thinking about you. Never stopped loving you. The memories of you and the belief that you knew I was innocent… they helped keep me sane."

Her eyes glittered with tears when she made eye contact with him again and her rose petal lips parted in a soft gasp. The idea that he had thought of her whilst being trapped in that horrid place for so long tearing at her heartstrings.

“Really?” She asked, once again sounding like she had as a shy teenager, new to love and new to Sirius. She seemed to have held onto at least most of the traits he had once loved about her so much.

“You have to know Sirius… I fought for so many years to get you out of that prison… I campaigned at the Ministry, begged Dumbledore… In the end I resorted to foolish things too… Dangerous things… Nothing worked. They wouldn’t even let me visit you - wouldn’t let me send you letters… It was like they thought it was going to break you, break me…and they enjoyed it.” She still often had nightmares about him being alone and tormented by Dementors in that god forsaken place. She felt as if she had all but sold her soul to free him back then, but nothing had worked, and she had developed a seething anger and mistrust for both the Dementors and the Ministry for the way they had handled his case.

She gingerly laid a hand on his knee, hoping that through her eyes and her touch he might sense the truth.

Sirius felt his breath catch in his throat as Amelie's hand came to rest on his knee. The simple gesture sent a jolt of electricity through his body, reigniting the embers of desire he had tried so hard to keep banked down over the years. He covered her hand with his own, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin.

"I know," he said hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "I heard whispers of your efforts, even in that hellhole. It kept me going, knowing that someone out there still believed in me, still cared."

He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching hers. The scent of her filled his nostrils, familiar yet somehow new, stirring memories and desires he had long suppressed.

"You have no idea what those years did to me," he whispered, his eyes searching hers.

As she made eye contact with him, her mind was drawn into his without her initiating her legilimancy… she saw him as a prisoner in a cold, dark cell - chains around both ankles… she heard the screams from other inmates, the threats hurled at him by people he used to call family… She saw the dark, cloaked figures of the dementors floating past his cell, trying to rob every last piece of happiness and sanity from him. She heard his sobs of anger and frustration at being imprisoned for a crime he didn’t – wouldn’t commit.

“I do… I really do…” she whispered, tears now silently falling from her eyes and understanding written all over her face. Sirius realised that she must have read his memories and gave her an apologetic smile.

A shudder ran through Sirius as Amelie's tears fell, mirroring the anguish he had endured. Her ability to see into his mind, to truly comprehend the depths of his suffering, was both a comfort and a reminder of the pain they had both carried for so long.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "I shouldn't have let you see that. It's not something I care to relive, even for you." But as he gazed into her eyes, he realized that sharing his torment, his darkest moments, was a form of vulnerability he had rarely allowed himself. And with Amelie, it felt right, necessary even.

"There's more," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Things I've kept hidden, even from my closest friends. Things that haunt me still."

“I’m not going anywhere… you can tell me anything Pads, you always could, that hasn’t changed – it doesn’t have to be now if you’re not ready.” She stroked her delicate fingers through his long hair, gently tucking it behind his ear and out of his face.

She briefly turned to check that everyone has left the kitchen, and finding the coast clear she looked back at him.

“Let’s go somewhere more private and if you like… you can let me in, let me see the ghosts you carry with you. Or we can just…be.”

At her touch, Sirius felt a rush of relief and warmth. It was comforting, intimate, and reminded him of simpler times. He nodded slowly, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Alright," he agreed, standing up and offering her his hand. "Let's find somewhere quiet."

Leading her towards the door, he glanced back at the kitchen one last time. There was an odd mix of emotions swirling within him – excitement, apprehension, and an undeniable need to finally share his burdens with someone who truly understood him. Above even that though, was the desire to be closer to Amelie once more.

"Thank you," he murmured, squeezing her hand gently.

“Always,” she responded. Something she used to say whenever he questioned if she was sure that she loved him or questioned whether she could put up with his ‘shit’ as he had called it.

As he lead her through the house and up the stairs, she couldn’t help but feel joy. She was sure that she should be feeling apprehensive - he had changed after all… been through so much… but wasn’t he still her Padfoot? The man she had fallen utterly and hopelessly in love with as a girl?

Sirius had lead them to his bedroom, on the top floor of the house and once they both stepped inside, he shut the door behind them. Once he did, she felt so many things all at once: desire, caution, fear, sadness, happiness, but above all, love for the man who stood before her. Older and scarred by trauma, but still the same Sirius Black.

Once the door clicked shut, Sirius turned to face Amelie, his expression a complex blend of emotions. There was a deep longing in his eyes, a yearning that had only grown stronger with each passing year. He took a step closer, until they were mere inches apart.

"I've missed you so much," he breathed, his voice rough with pent-up feelings. "Every day, I've thought of you, wondered what could have been if fate had dealt us a different hand."

His hands found her waist, drawing her against him. The heat of her body seeped into his, igniting a fire that had smouldered for far too long. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, savouring the scent that was uniquely hers.

"I want to make up for lost time. Will you let me?" Sirius pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. His hands slid up to cup her face, thumbs brushing tenderly across her cheeks.

"You're such an important part of my life, Amelie," he said softly, his voice laced with emotion. "I don't know how I survived without you all these years. You're the missing piece I never knew I needed."

He leaned in then, his lips hovering just above hers. The air between them crackled with anticipation, the promise of something more. But then he hesitated, his eyes searching hers with a mix of vulnerability and hesitation.

"But I also don't want to burden you with my demons," he continued with regret, his voice barely audible. "I've spent so long carrying them alone, I'm not sure how to let go... or if I deserve to."

“I’ll make sure we have the rest of our lives if you’ll accept me,” she whispered, stroking his hair and following it from his scalp to his shoulders, “and I’ll never stop trying to convince you that you deserve happiness.” She wanted to let me speak, to hear his pain and try to share his burdens - lighten them if she could, but she couldn’t deny the hot sensation of desire flooding her senses having him this close to her again. Having him in her arms again after so long.

Hearing Amelie's words, Sirius felt a weight lift off his chest. The thought of spending eternity with her was both terrifying and exhilarating. He let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes for a moment to savour the feeling.

"I’ll take you if you’ll take me," he murmured, opening his eyes to look at her once more. "Take me as I am, with all my scars, physical and emotional. Make me whole again."

His hands moved from her face to wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The hardness of his arousal pressed against her belly, tangible evidence of his desire. His breath hitched as he felt her breasts press against his chest, nipples hardening under the fabric of her robes.

"Don't hold back," he urged, his voice a husky whisper, urgency tinting his words. "Show me how much you've missed me."

She looked into his eyes for a moment, searching for any sign of distress or hesitation, but found none. His eyes were like molten silver, burning with as much desire as was in her own deep blue ones.

“Sirius, I never once gave you up… I always loved you, wanted you… waited for you… I need you to know that there was never anyone else,” she breathed, pressing chaste kisses under his jaw. The thought that she might have had other lovers while he rotted in Azkaban had haunted him over the years, and hearing that she waited instantly filled him with primal longing and need.

“I can’t see you as broken, you’re my other half… so brave… so loyal… handsome still…” every few words were punctuated by another kiss. His jaw, his throat, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, tantalising and teasing touches. “There was never anyone else… on lonely nights all I could do was remember how you felt and imagine how it would feel to have you make love to me again, lay beside me wrapped in each other… I would touch myself, wishing desperately that it was your hands on me…”

Sirius groaned at Amelie's words, his head falling back as she trailed kisses along his jawline. Her confession ignited a fire within him, a possessive need to claim her, to mark her as his. His hands roamed her body greedily, mapping every curve he remembered and discovering new changes.

"Fuck, Amelie..." he growled, his hips rocking involuntarily against hers. "The thought of you touching yourself, thinking of me... it drives me wild."

In one swift motion, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. It was hungry and desperate, years of pent-up passion pouring out. His tongue delved into her mouth, tangling with hers in a sensual dance.

She returned his kiss with just as much fervour, a flame of devastating desire flooding her senses and blurring the world around them until all she knew was him.

“Merlin I’ve missed you Sirius,” She whimpered into their kiss, desperately trying to remove their clothing so she could feel his warm skin on her once more.

Sensing Amelie's desperation, Sirius broke away from the kiss, panting heavily. His hands moved swiftly to the hem of her blouse, sliding it up her body until it he peeled it off and dropped it, the skirt she wore followed, the fabric pooled at her feet. His eyes raked over her form, taking in every detail – the swell of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, the gentle curve of her hips.

"So beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to trace a finger down her chest, stopping to circle one hardened nipple through the thin material of her bra. "And all mine..."

With a final tug and a shimmy from her, he removed her undergarments, leaving her naked before him. His gaze lingered on her sex, his mind filling with images of their youthful encounters. He could almost taste her sweetness on his tongue, feel the warmth of her body wrapped around his cock.

"Gods, Amelie..."

She blushed beautifully as he admired her, her own eyes devouring his body in much the same way. She had been afraid that perhaps he wouldn’t find her as beautiful now that 14 years had passed, but looking at him, taking in the older, hardened version of him she realised that it was foolish. She could see desire for her in his eyes, and the sight of him practically made her mouth water and her cunt clench around nothing, desperate to be his once more.

She trembled as she allowed him to take in her naked body, she felt like an inexperienced virgin all over again and wanted to let him make the first move - to claim her in any way he wanted to.

Unable to resist any longer, Sirius closed the distance between them, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her flush against him. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, the dampness of her arousal coating his thighs.

"I need to be inside you," he rasped, his voice thick with desperation and desire. "I need to feel you, all of you."

With a fluid motion, he lifted her up, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist. He carried her over to his large bed, laying her down gently on the plush mattress. His body covered hers, the hard planes of his muscles pressing against her soft curves.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his hand slipping between her thighs to stroke her slick folds. "Tell me how much you want it, Amelie. Beg for me."

“Please Sirius, I need you!” She whined, biting her kiss swollen lips and pulling him closer with her legs wrapped around his waist. “I need to feel you inside me, I need to feel you move in me, I want to be complete again - Yours again.” She begged so sweetly as she writhed and wriggled under him, trying desperately to create friction between his throbbing erection and her desperate core.

Sirius groaned at Amelie's pleas, his cock twitching in anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his member brushing against her slick folds. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, stretching her walls to accommodate his size. There would be time later for sweet love making and prolonged foreplay, but right now both of their needs were urgent and impatient.

"Fuck, Amelie!" he cried out, his head falling forward to rest against her shoulder. "You're so tight, so perfect..."

He began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he thrust in and out of her. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure racing through his veins, stoking the fire within him higher and higher.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Amelie chanted, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him, feeling ever hard inch of him as he dragged along her walls. "Harder, Sirius! Faster!"

Her vision blurred from the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure that came from him filling her so suddenly and thoroughly after so many years alone. Her breath came in short bursts and her hands clung to him desperately as he thrust into her.

“Sirius! Please! Fill me, make me yours,” her moans and whimpers tumbling from her lust addled mind and into the cool air of the bedroom. She tightened her legs around his waist as she felt an orgasm building and cresting within her, causing her cunt to clench and flutter around his still thrusting cock.

“Gods you feel so good,” she wasn’t sure when, but tears had started streaming down her cheeks at the intensity of their love making, the emotion driving it. For the first time in 14 years, she felt complete. Pleasure so powerful she was helpless against it caused her to tremble, clinging to Sirius like a lifeline and taking him as though he was a feast and she a woman starved.

Feeling Amelie's inner walls clamping down on him, Sirius lost himself completely in the moment. The sensation of her tightening around him was too much, pushing him towards his own climax. His movements became erratic, more urgent, as he chased his release.

"Oh fuck, Amelie!" he gasped, his thrusts becoming even deeper, more forceful. "I'm close!"

With a final, powerful surge, he reached his peak. His seed spilled inside her, hot and thick, marking her as his in the most primal way possible. He collapsed onto her, both of them drenched in sweat and satisfaction.

"That's it," he whispered huskily, grinning boyishly as he closed his eyes and rested against her. "That's what I needed."

She held him as they trembled through the aftershocks of their orgasms, his cock going limp inside of her. She stroked his hair as his head rested on one of her breasts and stared up at the canopy of his bed. Tears still fell down her cheeks at the overwhelming emotions she felt and she thanked whatever greater power could hear her for giving her lover back to her.

Satisfied and spent, Sirius slowly rolled off of Amelie, lying beside her on the bed. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as if he never wanted to let go. His breathing slowed, each exhale heavy with contentment.

"Amelie," he murmured, his voice low and tender. "You have no idea how much I've missed this... us."

He kissed her forehead softly, tracing a finger down her cheek where her tears had left trails of saltwater. In that moment, everything else seemed unimportant; there was only her, only them.

"Stay with me tonight," he pleaded quietly. "Don't leave my side."

She leant up on one elbow so she could study his face, and he finally saw her tears - tears that she had never shed when he was taken from her, tears of sadness, joy and overwhelming pleasure that she just couldn’t seem to stop. She smiled brightly and let out a joyful, but exhausted little laugh at his question.

“You don’t even need to ask me, love,” the way she looked at him was so filled with reverence, awe, adoration and love that for a moment it stole his breath away. “I will never leave you, never be parted from you, again.”

Sirius felt a lump form in his throat at the sincerity and emotion behind Amelie's words. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the last of her tears before leaning in to capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss. It was a promise, a vow, a declaration of his unwavering devotion to her.

"You're mine," he whispered against her lips, "And I’m yours. Forever."

He settled back down, pulling the covers over them and holding her close as exhaustion began to take hold. As sleep claimed him, he knew that this was where he belonged - in her arms, with her heart beating in sync with his own. No matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, just as they had always been meant to do.

*****

Amelie’s dreams that night began sweetly, with thoughts about the man in her arms… eventually though, his face seemed younger, distressed… he told her in the dream that James and Lilly had been killed and he knew who had done it, was going to kill them for betraying their friends… the dream shifted again to his photo in the daily prophet, chained and in prison clothes… it changed again to a vision of a dementor, dark and foreboding, leaning over him and attempting to steal his soul.

“Sirius!” Her startled cry was enough to have her waking up, sitting bolt upright in bed and searching for her lover with shaking hands.

Suddenly awake, Sirius instinctively reached out for Amelie, finding her warm body pressed tightly against his own. He pulled her closer, feeling her trembling.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern etched across his features. "Did you have a nightmare?" He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, studying her expression closely. There was fear in her eyes, a stark contrast to the blissful look she'd worn earlier. He knew that nightmares were common for those who had suffered trauma, especially when it involved losing someone dear to them – he had suffered his fair share.

"I'm here now," he reassured her, his voice soft yet firm, rubbing his hands firmly up and down her back. "Nothing can hurt you while I'm around."

“A dream or a memory…” she said softly as she let him hold her, sure that she felt awful, covered in a cold, fearful sweat. “I see you in my dreams sometimes… I have ever since they took you… for months after you were taken, I would stay in bed and try to stay asleep just to see your face, even if they were nightmares. I just wanted to see you…”She sighed as her hands absentmindedly strokes across his chest and arms.

“I think sometimes that I see the night Harry and Dumbledore helped you escape - you’re unconscious at a lake and there are so many dementors…” She trails off, not even wanting to say the words aloud. If the dementors had successfully stolen his soul, he would have been lost to her forever. Just a shell of his former self.

Sirius listened intently to Amelie's words, his heart aching for all the pain and loneliness she must have endured during those long, dark years without him. He could understand the agony of being separated from the person you loved most in the world, only able to catch glimpses of them in fleeting dreams.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "I'm so sorry I put you through that. But I'm here now, and I swear to you, I'll never leave your side again."

He thought back to that fateful night, the cold embrace of the dementors, the crushing despair that threatened to consume him. But then he remembered the warmth of the Patronus charm, the strength of Harry's love, and the hope it gave him.

"They didn't win."

“He’s pretty amazing, isn’t he…” she spoke fondly after a time. “Our godson…?”

At the mention of Harry, Sirius felt a pang of pride swell within him. Despite all the hardships and tragedies that had befallen them, they still had each other and Harry – a beacon of light in an otherwise bleak world.

"He really is something special," he agreed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "He reminds me so much of you and James... full of courage and determination. He’s kind and compassionate like Lilly was…"

His gaze drifted upwards, staring at the ceiling as memories flooded back. He thought about the first time he met Harry, how small and vulnerable he was compared to the brave young wizard he'd grown into.

"And he's got a knack for getting into trouble," he added with a chuckle. "Just like his godfather."

She laughed at that, leaning in to nip playfully at his skin in a spot she remembered he found ticklish.

“He must be a handful then! I remember how much trouble you got the rest of us into!” she grinned at the memories.

Sirius chuckled at the reminder of his mischievous past, the tickling sensation sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. He turned his head to capture Amelie's lips in a quick, affectionate kiss.

“Do you think Harry will like me? He hardly knows me… and we were both missing for most of his life…” she said after a moment.

"Oh, he'll adore you," he assured her confidently. "Harry's got a good heart, and he loves his family fiercely. Once he gets to know you better, he'll realize how lucky he is to have such a wonderful godmother."

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her snugly against his chest.

"We'll introduce you properly soon, I promise, and then you two can get to know each other better. For now, let's focus on enjoying our reunion and making new memories together."

“You know, I forgot how it felt to smile and laugh so freely like this,” she admitted, stroking his face in the dark room as if memorising his features anew. “I forgot I could be this happy. I forgot how good it was to have hope.”

Sirius leaned into Amelie's touch, savouring the feel of her fingers tracing the contours of his face. Her words struck a chord within him, reminding him of the weight of his own burdens and the joy of finally shedding some of that load.

"I know exactly what you mean," he murmured, his voice low and intimate in the darkness. "Being apart from you, from everyone I cared about... it was like living in a constant state of numbness. But now, being here with you, feeling your touch, hearing your laughter... it's like coming alive again after being frozen for so long."

He tilted his head to press a tender kiss to her palm, his eyes shining with emotion in the dim light.

"I don't want to waste another moment apart from you."

“Well, hopefully you won’t have to,” she said gently, leaning her forehead against his sweetly for a moment.

“Dumbledore has placed me here for protection - now that father has escaped Azkaban with the other death eaters, he’s worried that he’ll come after me again. He’s sure Voldemort would want my mind reading gifts on his side.” She frowned at the thought. “I’d rather die than help that vile monster.”

When they were younger, people had often lumped her in with the other Slytherins, assuming she would end up being a stuck up pure blood like the rest of them. It had been Sirius who had first noticed how different she was as he watched her rebel against her family and the rest of Slytherin house - risking bullying and danger because she was unwilling to give up her morals and too brave to back down to their threats. ‘A sneaky Gryffindor in snake’s clothing’ he had called her once.

Hearing Amelie speak of her fears made Sirius's stomach twist with worry. The thought of anything happening to her was unbearable, and he hated the idea of her being used as a pawn in Voldemort's twisted game.

"Then we'll make sure nothing happens to you," he declared firmly, his grip tightening around her waist. "I'll protect you with my life. And I know you're strong enough to resist whatever they throw at you."

He thought back to their days at Hogwarts, how he'd admired her courage and compassion despite everything stacked against her. She was truly a Gryffindor at heart, and he'd always known she was worth far more than anyone gave her credit for.

"But until then, let's focus on being here together," he continued, trying to infuse his voice with optimism.

“Don’t worry, I am. I’m only telling you this because it means that we’re both essentially under house arrest together - we’ll be seeing so much of each other you’ll probably be sick of me before the kids even go back to school!” she smirked playfully, trying to make sure he knew that she was alright. She wouldn’t let any of them scare her and she’d be damned if she wouldn’t do everything in her power to keep Sirius smiling while she was here.

Sirius chuckled at Amelie's playful remark, relieved by her spirits. The prospect of spending so much time with her did sound daunting, but he knew he'd never tire of her company.

"You're right, we might just need to establish some boundaries to maintain our sanity," he teased, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "But I'm confident we can figure something out. After all, we've survived worse odds before, haven't we?"

He smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazed at her. In that moment, surrounded by the quiet intimacy of their hidden sanctuary, Sirius felt a sense of contentment wash over him. Being with Amelie again, knowing they had each other, filled a void he hadn't realized was there until now.

“So, tell me more about these ‘boundaries’ you propose,” she said teasingly, mischief in her eyes. “You’ll remember I hope, that I only like hearing about rules so I can break them.”

The corner of Sirius's mouth twitched upward at Amelie's comment, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Breaking rules was something they both had in common, and he couldn't help but find her challenge enticing.

"Well, I suppose that makes things interesting," he mused aloud, his hands finding their way to her hips as he pulled her closer. "How about we start with a curfew? We should get plenty of sleep considering we'll be awake for most of the day."

He winked at her, his tone light and playful. But deep down, he knew it wasn't just about setting boundaries—it was about creating a routine, establishing a rhythm amidst the chaos of their lives.

"And maybe we could come up with a code word?" he suggested, his voice dropping lower. "Something we use whenever we need a little privacy."

“Hmm I’ll go to bed at any time you like so long as you tire me out the same way you did earlier tonight,” she said, her playful voice taking on a flirtatious edge. “As for a code word…hmmm,” she made a show of scratching her chin in mock thought. “What kind of a code word would the great mischief maker, Padfoot, like to use?”

Sirius's breath hitched slightly at Amelie's suggestive words, a heat pooling in his lower belly. The thought of tiring her out again was an appealing one indeed.

"A code word..." he echoed, his gaze locked onto hers, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "How about... 'whisky'? It's smooth, it's strong, and it gets the job done."

His hand slid down to cup her rear, giving it a firm squeeze through the fabric of her robe. The physical contact sent a thrill racing up his spine, reigniting the embers of desire that had barely begun to cool since their last encounter.

"Now, why don't we test out that code word?" he whispered huskily, leaning in close enough for her to feel his warm breath against her ear.

She smirked as heat began to pool in her belly and arousal began to leak from her still tender core.

“Hmmm,” she playfully pretended to consider his offer before leaning in close to his ear and whispering. “whiskey” before taking his ear lobe into her mouth and dragging her teeth along the sensitive skin.

A shudder ran through Sirius's body as Amelie's teeth grazed his earlobe, sending sparks of pleasure straight to his groin. The simple act of saying the code word and following it up with such a sensual gesture had him instantly hard and aching for her touch.

In one swift motion, he spun them around so that Amelie's back was pressed against the bed, caging her in with his arms. His eyes blazed with lust as he stared down at her, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

"You impudent little minx," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. "You know exactly what you do to me."

One hand came up to fist in her silky hair, tugging her head back to expose the elegant column of her throat.

She let out something between a moan and a breathy laugh as he man handled her. She had always adored his more dominant side in the bedroom, but she enjoyed teasing it out of him and driving him to it even more.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean Black,” she said his name just as she had when they’d first met as teenagers and even mimicked the impudent, headstrong tone she had used back then, playfully teasing him.

Her face remained a vision of pure innocence as one of her hands took advantage of his eyes on hers to sneak between his legs and trail up his inner thigh to palm the throbbing erection trapped in the slacks he had put on to sleep in.

Sirius's eyes widened as Amelie's small hand wrapped around his rigid length, a strangled groan escaping his lips. The sensation of her delicate fingers stroking him through the fabric was almost too much to bear.

"Oh, you know exactly what you're doing," he hissed, his hips instinctively bucking into her touch. "And I swear, if you keep that up, I won't be responsible for my actions."

With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted her off the bed, pinning her against the nearby wall with his body. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he ground his hardness against her centre, seeking friction.

"Don't play coy with me, Rosier," he panted, nipping at her jawline. "We both know you're just as desperate for this as I am."

She moaned now in earnest, as this situation reminded her of the first time they’d had sex - they had been 16 and snuck into one of the secret passages of Hogwarts, full of young love and desperate with lust for one another. Now against his bedroom wall, there was so much more potential - they didn’t need to be quiet or sneaky.

“I’m not desperate for anything,” she hissed in a husky voice filled with lust. “You can’t prove anything of the sort, Black,” but even as she kept up her act her back arched off the wall he had pressed her to, creating friction between her clothed cunt and his throbbing erection.

Sensing her playful mood, Sirius grinned wolfishly, his grip on her tightening. The sound reverberated through his chest, warming her heart.

"Alright, Miss Rosier," he challenged, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, "let's hear your best excuse for breaking our new curfew rule."

Waiting for her reply, he traced circles on her hip with his thumb, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips.

“I was just looking for something,” she panted, wriggling out of his grasp and crawling onto the bed so that she was on her hands and knees - her clothed bottom on full display to him. Her eyes were filled with lustful mischief as she kept up her role, pouting and pulling an innocent face over her shoulder at him.

Sirius's breath caught in his throat as Amelie presented herself to him, her plump bottom clad only in thin silk panties. The sight was almost enough to make him lose control right then and there.

"Looking for something, hmm?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scepticism as he stalked towards the bed, his eyes never leaving her tempting form as she swayed her hips in the air teasingly. "And what might that be?"

He crawled onto the mattress behind her, running a single finger down her spine, relishing the way she shivered at his touch.

“Oh, something long and hot, and hard,” She spoke innocently, lowering her chest so that her nipples brushed against the duvet and her bottom seemed even more ripe for the taking.

“I don’t suppose you know where I could find something like that, do you Black?” Even as she kept up her cheeky act, he could see the fabric of her panties becoming damp with her arousal.

“Besides, what if I am out after curfew, you were never a prefect, what will you do? Spank me?” Her voice was filled with playful lust and mischievous challenge, the thought of driving him mad with lust for her sending shivers along her spine, only aided by his single fingertip dragging down the length of it.

The provocative image of Amelie presenting herself, nipples brushing against the sheets, her pert bottom quivering in anticipation, nearly undid Sirius. His cock throbbed painfully, begging for release. But he held back, savouring every moment of their delicious game.

"You want to be spanked, do you?" he growled, his hand coming down in a resounding smack on her right cheek, followed immediately by soothing strokes along the reddening flesh. "Maybe a little discipline is just what you need, naughty girl."

Leaning in, he nipped at her earlobe, his hot breath fanning over her skin. "But first, I think you owe me a proper apology for breaking the rules."

His other hand slid beneath her panty-clad bottom, fingers tracing the wetness seeping through the fabric.

“And what sort of apology would you expect from me, hmm Black?” She drawled in a sultry tone, her core throbbing painfully with the need for him to fill her and her mouth watering with the desire to taste him - Amelie Rosier, was nothing if not stubborn though, so she continued their little game.

Sirius chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and sent tingles across Amelie's sensitive skin.

"Well, Miss Rosier," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, "for starters, how about you apologize properly for breaking the curfew?"

His hand smacked down again on her other cheek, the loud noise echoing in the room. He waited for her gasp before beginning to stroke and soothe the heated skin.

"And perhaps," his voice dropped lower, filled with dark promise, "you'd also like to show your gratitude for it being me that caught you...literally."

“What would you like me to do then Black?” She asked, her voice finally starting to give away a hint of her desperation for him. “I suppose you expect me to use my mouth to apologise properly, yes?” she said in a defiant purr, turning around to rub her cheek and chin teasingly against his clothed erection - her challenging eyes never leaving his.

A low groan rumbled in Sirius's chest as Amelie rubbed her flushed cheeks against his aching erection. His resolve wavered, the urge to take her right then overwhelming.

"Yes, Rosier," he breathed, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Use that clever mouth of yours to apologize...and maybe show some appreciation while you're at it."

With a swift motion, he unfastened his trousers and freed his straining cock, the thick shaft bobbing eagerly before her. "Put it in your mouth, Amelie. Suck me until I'm satisfied with your apology."

His voice was rough with need, his eyes blazing with intensity as he awaited her response.

“I’ll expect a reward for a job well done though Black,” she teased, allowing her breath to ghost across his impressive cock as she spoke. Her pupils dilated and dark with lust as she looked up to meet his eyes again.

Sirius's eyes flashed with hunger as Amelie's warm breath caressed his sensitive skin. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain control despite her teasing words.

"A reward, huh?" he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. "Well, I suppose I can arrange something...if you perform exceptionally well."

With a gentle push, he guided her head closer to his throbbing member, the tip nudging against her parted lips. "Go on then, Rosier. Show me that clever tongue of yours."

His voice was a low rasp, heavy with desire as he waited for her to take him into her mouth.

With a smirk Amelie wrapped one hand around the base of his cock as the other supported her weight on the bed.

“Very well, but try not to lose your mind too badly when I prove just how clever my tongue is,” she said in a sultry tease. She hoped she hid the fact that she wasn’t quite sure if she was rusty at this, considering the 14 years between now and the last time she had tasted him, she wanted to at least appear confident as she swiped her tongue teasingly up his length before swirling it around the swollen head, lapping up the precum already beaded there.

A shudder ran through Sirius's body as Amelie's tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, lapping up the salty-sweet essence of his arousal. His grip tightened in her hair; fingers tangled into the soft locks.

"Fuck, Amelie..." he groaned, his head falling back as pleasure coursed through him. "That's it, baby. Take it deeper."

He rocked his hips slightly, urging her to engulf more of his thick length. His free hand tangled in her silky hair, guiding her movements as she began to bob her head, her plush lips stretched around his girth.

"That's my good girl," he praised, his voice strained with pleasure. "Keep going just like that. You're doing so well."

She moaned at his praise and the tugging sensation in her hair as she sucked him into her mouth as deeply as she could manage, using her tongue to wrap around him as she bobbed her head, creating an ever changing pressure in her hot mouth.

“Mmmm,” she hummed in appreciation as she took in his body and ran her nails along his thigh before cupping and gently squeezing his balls. She watched as his muscles tensed and shuddered under her ministrations and took in how sexy he looked with his long hair falling into his handsome face and the tattoos he had gotten over their years apart. She couldn’t help but to sneak her hand between her legs to ease some of her own tension as she lavished her attention on him, hoping that at any moment he would turn her back around and dominate her like she so desperately needed him to.

Sweat broke out on Sirius's forehead as Amelie's mouth worked magic on his aching member. The sight of her, her hand slipping between her thighs, only added fuel to the fire burning within him.

"Oh fuck, Rosier..." he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she took him even deeper. His cock twitched in her mouth, precum leaking onto her tongue.

"That's it, sweetheart," he panted, his voice ragged with need. "Show me just how much you want that reward..."

He gripped her hair tighter, guiding her rhythm as she pleasured him. His eyes were half-lidded with lust, fixated on the way her lips stretched around him, the sounds of her sucking filling the room.

Closing her eyes to focus on the taste and sound of him, Amelie was determined to earn her reward. Calming her breathing she suddenly began to take him so deeply that he could feel himself hitting the back of her throat.

Even as her eyes watered and she fought her gag reflex, her fingers stroked madly at her clit, so desperate to be fucked by him, so desperate to feel his strength, his cock burying itself in her cunt until she forgot her own name.

Sensations ripped through Sirius as Amelie's throat constricted around his pulsating cock. His eyes rolled back, a guttural groan escaping from deep within his chest.

"Fuck, Rosier!" he gasped, his hips thrusting instinctively towards her. "Take it all...swallow every inch."

His grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head down further onto his throbbing member. Each movement of her mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his entire being focused solely on the exquisite feeling.

"That's it," he muttered through clenched teeth. "Just like that."

She wanted him to feel worshipped, even now as she became desperate to feel his cock buried deep in her desperately aching core.

“Nnngh,” a whimper escaped her throat as her eyes watered with her efforts. He was so handsome, still so hot after all the years apart. If their coupling earlier had been his desperate attempt to reconnect, this was hers. Her breathing became erratic as she struggled to keep her rhythm, positively aching for him to turn her around and fuck her like an animal in heat.

The desperation in Amelie's whimper sent a surge of primal desire through Sirius. His control snapped, and with a low growl, he pulled her off his cock and flipped her onto her stomach.

"You want it, Rosier? You want me to fuck you like an animal?" he snarled, yanking her hips up to present her dripping cunt to him. "Then beg for it."

Without waiting for an answer, he lined his rock-hard length up with her entrance and slammed inside her, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. He set a punishing pace, pounding into her with savage abandon, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

Amelie let out a string of sounds that were somewhere between cries of pure ecstasy and wails of desperation. In a brief moment of clarity she cast a wordless silencing charm around the room.

“Nnnngh, fuck! Black! Fuck you feel so good,” an animalistic sound ripped from her throat as she clenched her fists into the bedsheets, she could barely think through the pained pleasure he was causing her with his strong thrusts. She was sure she would be sore tomorrow, but right now she wanted to feel that dull ache. Wanted to feel every solid inch of him inside her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she sobbed as she began to move her hips back to meet his every thrust, his cock slamming maddeningly into her deepest places each time. “Gods Sirius! Yes! Ruin me for anyone else.”

Sirius's vision blurred as Amelie's tight, wet heat enveloped him. Her words, her pleas, the way she begged him to ruin her - it all pushed him closer to the edge.

"Fucking hell, Rosier..." he grunted, his hips snapping forward with renewed ferocity. "You're mine. Always have been. And I'm going to make damn sure everyone knows it."

He reached around to roughly palm her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers as he continued to pound into her. The force of his thrusts shook the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall with each savage plunge.

"Come on, baby," he growled in her ear, nipping at her lobe. One hand reaching around her to rub swift circles on her clit with his calloused fingers. "Let go. Let me feel you come undone around my cock."

“Then mark me, Black - that’s the reward I want, leave a mark so that everyone can see that I’m yours again, that I’ve only ever been yours,” she ground out through her delirium as her orgasm raced to overtake her. She could already feel the coil of pleasure in her gut tightening into a ball of white hot heat as his cock hit inside of her on just the right angle.

“Fuuuuuck, Sirius! I’m so close!” she cried, holding on until he made his move, desperate to have that physical evidence of him on her skin. “Please!” she cried, and her voice was like a siren song, so full of lust and fucked out pleasure.

With a roar of triumph, Sirius leaned down to bite hard into the curve of Amelie's neck, marking her as his once more. His teeth sank deep, drawing blood, as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her clenching depths.

"Yes, scream for me, Rosier," he hissed, his breath hot against her skin. "Let them hear you. Let them know who owns your body now."

As he spoke, he felt his own release building, coiling tighter and tighter. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a hoarse shout, spilling his seed deep within her spasming cunt.

"Mine," he growled, his voice rough with satisfaction as he collapsed atop her, still buried inside her warmth. "You're fucking mine, Amelie. Now and forever."

She could barely move as the aftershocks of her own climax continued to make her cunt pulse around Sirius’ slowly softening dick.

“Gods…” she panted, loving the weight of his exhausted body atop hers. “That - that was amazing…”

Her body felt as heavy as lead and little electric aftershocks pulsed through her, making her tremble under him. She couldn’t remember ever having felt so satisfied and complete as she did now as the morning sun started to peek through the bedroom window and his long hair tickled her face.

Feeling Amelie's trembling beneath him, Sirius gently withdrew from her, collapsing beside her on the bed. He turned to look at her, his grey eyes softening as he traced a finger down her cheek.

"Damn, Amelie," he murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I've missed this."

He drew her close, wrapping his arms around her in a tender embrace. They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, the morning sunlight casting warm shadows across their entwined forms.

The End. If you made it this far please like or comment to let me know what you thought!

[legally-lupin]

Only you - George Weasley

Pairing - George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary - There is a wide selection of Hogwarts boys taking an interest in y/n l/n . Especially a doubtful George Weasley.

Warnings - none just pure fluff

Words - 900+

Y/n L/n a pureblooded Gryffindor who did not care for the blood purity nonsense and loved the muggle world. It fascinated her how different the muggle world was and slowly she started to become very in touch with the muggle realm with the help of her best friend Hermione Granger.

Y/n walked into the great hall and majority of eyes were on her. Many watched her as she walked past her h/c hair swayed behind her as she strutted. A group of wild Slytherin boys (Malfoy and his followers) wolf-whistled as she strolled past them. Rolling her eyes she made eye contact with the blonde boy who winked at her. She shook her head and made her way to find her table with her favourite people on and was then sandwiched between the infamous Weasley twins.

“Hey guys” y/n sang happily. Her friends greeted her and Hermione looked up from her sad-looking porridge and smiled brightly. “ Hey, y/n sleep well?” Y/n nodded asking her friend about her study session and leaned her head on one of the twin's shoulders not looking at which twin it was as her friend talked. “You’ve got a heavy head love” y/n looked up at the redhead who chuckled at her and put their arm over her shoulder. Y/n smiled it was Fred. He flashed her a toothy grin whilst teasing her about her height. George looked at them sadly resting his head on his palm. “Sorry Freddie it’s not my fault your shoulder can’t handle this stunning face” the Weasley boy rolled his eyes and bumped her playfully with his broad shoulders. George looked down at his breakfast sadly ‘why can’t he be more confident like his twin’ he thought as he watched his eggs burst. Sighing George rose from his seat and walked out the great hall in a huff not bearing another minute of torture watching his twin flirt with you.The girl he’s loved since her second year. George fell for you that day you were at the borrow in your upcoming third year celebrating Ron’s birthday you all had a great time. George loved being around you. You weren’t just one of Ron’s best friends anymore. You became family and a brilliant addition to the Weasley family. Leaving everyone confused y/n got up and chased after the boy.

“George!” Y/n yelled seeing his fiery red locks from a distance. He chose to ignore you and kept walking. Getting more frustrated now y/n yelled.

“George Fabien Weasley you stop right there !” The tall boy halted and turned around in shock being called by his full name. Finally reaching him y/n softly smiled and reached out to George.

“Georgie are you ok?” The girl sweetly smiled at him but he just offered his arm to her

“Walk with me, please. There are too many eyes here” the boy sheepishly smiled at the girl and they walked till they were met with an empty corridor.

“What’s going on - “ y/n was cut off

“Love can I ask you something” the boy was terrified

“Do you like Fred?” The boy didn’t meet her gaze and stared at the floor embarrassed y/n chuckled slightly sitting on one of the pillars.

“Yeah I do(the boy's heart dropped) but not in a romantic way” the girl softly said George’s ears perked up and sighed in relief.

“Good” he huffed and sat next to y/n towering over her even sitting down. the girl cocked an eyebrow in confusion but before she could speak. George had a few things on his mind.

“You can have any guy you want. Have you seen the way guys look at you? It’s like you a brand new nimbus for merlin's sake. Any guy would kill to have you by his side. Not only are you the kindest, selfless, sweetest person I have ever met you are also beautiful inside and out. You're the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen and it pains me that you’ll probably never look at me the way you look at my brother. Or even Malfoy.”

“George” y/n was once again cut off by the boys rambling.

“Honesty y/n do you know how hard it is seeing how everyone looks at you? How angry it makes me feel when I hear them speak about you.” The boy now pacing and rambling. y/n jumped down from the pillar and stopped the boy in his tracks forcing him to look at her. A piece of hair went in front of his face the girl's soft fingers moved it out of the way sweetly. He stared at her every movement.

“Georgie. If you let me finish I would have told you how I only want you!” The girl's confidence shot out and she cupped his cheek with her hand George’s eyes shot wide open

“Me?” She nodded her head and just hugged the tall boy. “I don’t want your brother or Malfoy or anyone else here. I just want you George” He was shocked for a moment then hugged her back wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. George grew confident and lifted her chin for her to look at him her e/c orbs he always loved stared into his. His eyes flickered to her lips he smirked at her rosy cheeks.

“May I?” He asked she nodded her head giggling and George kissed her sweet glossy lips. The two moulded into one another like a puzzle piece until they were interrupted by a deep cough.

“You two should head to your classes before I deducted points off your house. Would be a shame” professor snape said before floating away. The young teenagers laughed foreheads touching. George then placed a kiss on her forehead before spinning the girl around happily. Y/n laughed and clutched onto him.

“Only you George Weasley”

[6rookie-writer0110]

Male Reader Lestrange(Bellatrix's son) x Hermione Granger (18+)

At Hogwarts Hermione is submissive for her Handsome Pureblood lover (She likes Pureblood superiority play, She has an Inferiority complex) She also gets jealous when she sees her Pureblood Lover flirting with other Pureblood women like the beautiful Blonde Daphne Greengrass.

Wow 😮. Ok I will write it

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Hermione Granger X Reader

R is a Malfoy or any other dark family. It was Christmas break and R went home only to find the dark lord in their house. Their family says they have to get the mark, after a lot of forcing and abuse (you don't have to go into detail) they finally get the dark mark along with bruises and cuts on their face. They get back to Hogwarts and see Hermione and they try and ignore her until Hermione corners them in their dorm or the astronomy tower and demand to know what's going on. R is starting to cry and reveals the mark. You can decide what happens after that.

Hermione x Reader

You're on the train on the way home. Christmas was around the corner and you were excited to have some time with your family. While you were going to miss your dear friend, Hermione during Winter Break, you both were making the most of the train ride together.

The two of you were having fun trading trivia about the Muggle versus the Wizarding worlds and how different things were. You were always curious about the muggles and the proper uses of things. You made sure to keep an open mind about it, unlike the other purebloods you knew of.

Soon enough, your time together ends. With a hug, you promise to send owls to each other and keep in touch. You part ways and greet your parents, but something is off. Something isn't quite sitting right with you. Despite your better judgement, you follow your parents to your home.

What greets you there will forever change you.

As soon as you enter the house, the sight of Her Who Must Not Be Named greets you along with the bodies of your parents laying prone on the ground. When you turn to look at the people who met you at the station, the sight of Death Eaters causes you to stumble back.

"Ah... Blood of my blood. You've returned to me." The words send shivers down your spine. You knew of your bloodline. How Gaunt blood flows through your veins. But your extended family kept you safe. Kept you free from their prejudices. They helped to keep your mind open.

But now, they lie dead at the feet of the Dark Lord.

"N-no..." You cry, but you pull out your wand. "I won't join you. I refuse." You're just met with a cackle.

"You say that like you have a choice, young one." Before you can even react, Voldemort points his wand at you and utters a simple word. "Crucio."

A loud cry echoes within the house. Pain floods your every nerve, but unfortunately it doesn't lead to unconsciousness. Your body contorts unnaturally and you fall to the ground. The last thing you hear outside of your cries is the laughter of the dark wizards surrounding you.

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Hermione was worried. You hadn't responded to any of her owls throughout the entirety of Winter Break and she didn't even see you on the train back to Hogwarts. It wasn't like you to suddenly disappear like that and anxiety was eating her up.

It actually takes a few days before Hermione even catches a glimpse of you. You're hurrying down the hall, hood up to cover your face. She follows, intent to find out what happened to her best friend. You feel her follow and you run. You don't know where, but you can't let her see you like this. You just can't.

Unfortunately, you have to.

You end up in the astronomy tower. Only one exit and it's now blocked by the Gryffindor chasing you. She comes up behind you, huffing slightly.

"Y/N? What's going on? You haven't so much as look at me since we got back from break." She takes a step closer. "Are you okay? Did something happen?" A beat of hesitation. "Did... Did I do something?"

At the sound of her voice breaking at the last sentence, you fall to your knees. Hermione races forward and kneels by your side. It's then that she sees your face.

Your face is riddled with cuts and bruises. Some of them have healed enough to leave scars. She can see that the abuse has gone even further down your neck and no doubt to the rest of your body. The brunette gently caresses your cheek and you let out a sob. This was the first kind touch you've felt in weeks.

"Oh love... What happened?"

You didn't trust your voice. You couldn't get the words out. So you lift your arm and pull the sleeve back, revealing the Dark Mark on your forearm. Hermione lets out a gasp and you cry more.

"M-my parents are dead. Voldemort... He killed them. Then claimed me." Hermione couldn't fathom why. When she voices her question, you bow your head in shame.

"I didn't want anyone to know... I'm a direct relative of the Gaunt family." Tears fall onto Hermione's hands still cradling your face. "My parents adopted me knowing that but... I have Voldemort's blood in my veins." A choked sob cuts through your words and you break down crying.

You never wanted anyone to know. You didn't want anyone to think less of you. It was obvious that bloodlines mattered in the Wizarding World and you didn't want anything to do with a dark wizard family. You expected Hermione to be the same. You expected her to shun you and push you away. You didn't deserve to be cared for with this cursed blood flowing through you.

Hermione did quite the opposite. She pulled you close into a crushing embrace. You cling onto her like a lifeline, sobbing into her shoulder as she rocks you, whispering soothing words.

"I don't care what blood you have. You're Y/N. You're the person I've grown to love because you're kind and thoughtful and a treasure to be around." She pulls away to take your face in her hands again. "Only you can dictate who you are. No one else. I know you can never be a dark wizard, let alone a Death Eater because you're a light on so many lives."

The emotion you feel is almost unbearable. The amount of love and patience coming from Hermione made your heart swell. You pull at her and place a kiss on her lips, unable to get the words of your appreciation out. When she reciprocates, you sink into the embrace.

"Thank you..." You manage to say when you part. "Thank you..."

"Of course, love. We'll figure things out together."

[crescentofthegods]

the hidden charms of affection

pairing: draco malfoy x pureblood!ravenclaw!fem!reader

summary: draco lucius malfoy becomes sentimental with his gifts on your birthday.

word count: 768 words

warnings: FLUFF, set during october - fifth year, one kiss...

author's note: might be a few mistakes and i know your middle name might not mean 'butterfly' but this is based off a scenario in my dr! ALSO, i get that canon draco would probably not do this (even though i think he's a romantic at heart because of astoria), BUT LET ME BE DELUSIONAL.

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THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN you and Draco was unknown to you, him, and many other students at Hogwarts. You have been friends with him since childhood because your families were Sacred Twenty-Nine royalty. Although you didn’t hold the same prejudiced views as Draco, he still valued you as his closest friend. If it were anyone else, they’d be named blood traitors immediately.

Ironic, wasn’t it?

Today was your belated birthday. You received numerous greetings across your year and gifts from your closest friends—the Parvati twins, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and others. Whilst you enjoyed these gifts, you were waiting for one in particular.

The sun had set quietly during the chilly evening as you stood in the courtyard wrapped in your mother’s knitted scarves. You hadn’t noticed the approaching figure behind you as you stared at the sky, trying to recognise the shapes the clouds formed as they faded.

“What do you see?” A voice spoke, interrupting your thoughts as you turned your head. Beside you was Draco Malfoy himself, wearing his staple black suit (the boy could never wear anything casual) with a smile across his lips. You smiled back, scrunching your nose as you sighed.

“I’ve lost my imagination because of bloody Umbridge,” you guffawed, causing Draco to laugh as you faced him entirely. “I haven’t seen you all day,” you continued, trying not to sound a little hurt as Draco met your gaze.

“Sorry, the post took a little longer than expected,” he replied, his expression apologetic as he pulled a box out of the inside of his blazer. You furrowed your eyebrows, meeting the black box with your gaze.

“What is this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked at him again. His blue eyes stared back at you, his face still engraved with a subtle grin.

“Well, I wanted to give you something personal this year,” he shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at the box before opening it. Inside was a silver sterling bracelet with a dragon charm in the middle. You widened your eyes, staring at him with amazement.

“H-how much did this cost?” you questioned, your tone baffled.

“It was nothing—”

“Draco…” your voice was stern as he sighed, smiling slightly.

“Around twenty-five Galleons?” he mumbled, scratching his neck as your jaw dropped, having the sudden urge to shove him.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy! Did you seriously spend that much on a bracelet for me?” You exclaimed, disbelieved as you stared at him.

“Come on, don’t you like it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he picked the bracelet up. You bit your bottom lip, taking the bracelet in your hands as you admired it, touching the dragon with your index finger.

“It’s beautiful,” you complimented, sounding defeated as you looked up, your lips curling. “Why would you spend so much, though?” you sighed whilst Draco tutted.

“It wasn’t that much,” he reassured, taking the bracelet. “Let me see your wrist,” he grinned as you complied, shaking your head as you warmed inside.

Draco clasped the bracelet around your wrist, the accessory being a perfect fit as his fingers brushed against your palm before he pulled away, leaving you to idolise the bracelet.

“There’s another thing.” Draco’s deep voice pulled you out of your head as you looked up, raising your eyebrows. He unrolled his sleeve, revealing a matching bracelet on his wrist as you gasped softly. However, instead of a dragon charm, he had a butterfly on his.

“Dragon for my name,” he began, his voice gentle as he brought his wrist closer to yours, “Butterfly for your middle name.” The two charms connected as you met his gaze, your eyes softening at his sentimentality as you stepped closer.

“I didn’t take you to be the sentimental type,” you muttered, teasing him as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“You deserve it,” he responded, looking down sheepishly. His cheeks faintly blushed under the setting sun as you smiled for the millionth time that evening.

You tilted his head up, hesitating before kissing his cheek tenderly, pulling away momentarily. Draco looked down at you, his lips parting as you both chuckled, the wind blowing softly around you as you were both lost for words.

“Happy birthday, [Y/N/N],” he said, his tone genuine. You were about to thank him, but you physically couldn’t speak because he had joined his lips with yours.

And, of course, you kissed back, smiling against his lips as he cupped your face, both of you filled with honest happiness.

Who cared if Filch’s screams were approaching you within mere moments? You finally had each other—and that’s all that mattered.

thank you for reading!

[sapphicwhxre]

Ahhh can you hc being a pretentious pureblood but falling for Hermione 🥺 fem reader pls?

♡ hermione granger x slytherin!pureblood!reader

♡ warnings: angst, bullying, a lot of blood prejudice, pretty ruthless reader becoming a better person, enemies to lovers/slow burn, attempted physical assault (reader doesn’t go through with it), sexual comments, torture/war/killing, and a decent amount of swearing

♡ a/n : lowkey tho ─ my pansmione dream in the form of an ‘x reader’. and what most dramione shippers wanted ✋ also this is also much longer than i expected im sorry lmao

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you were pretty excited the meet the harry potter in your first year

then he made friends with a blood traitor weasley and mudblood granger

it started out as a sense of disdain towards the trio

but you didn’t talk to her much during first year

a mudblood wasn’t worth your time or your mind

then draco malfoy somehow got himself into this rivalry with potter

he was showing off per usual, making a deal out of being the new slytherin seeker when granger crossed her arms and scoffed, “at least no one on the gryffindor team had to buy their way in. they got in on pure talent.”

something about that know it all muggleborn speaking to one of your housemates like that royally pissed you off

“why don’t you just shut your filthy mudblood mouth?"

the bushy-haired girl’s eyes immediately welled up with tears

and the worst part? you didn’t feel bad at all

she didn’t belong in hogwarts and you were damned if you’d let her run her mouth like that without reminding her

it grew worse with the chamber of secrets drama

you and pansy walked in one day on hermione crying to herself, head buried in her knees

the poor girl looked so scared

but you hated her fucking guts and tapped pansy’s arm

“are we sure granger wasn’t sorted into the house of bravery by mistake? i hate gryffindor as much as the rest of us but mudblood little sissies belong in hufflepuff,” you spat and pansy laughed loudly

“better yet, y/n, does she even belong at hogwarts at all?”

“this muggleborn has higher marks than either of you ─ so clearly blood isn’t everything, is it l/n?”

you’s have hexed her right then and there if mcgonagall hadn't walked in, asking what was going on

“nothing professor.”

by third year, you were starting to have crushes like any other student

you were noticing girl’s pretty laughs and warm smiles

and one thing you noticed was that you liked girls with attitude

your mutual hatred with hermione was growing

bullying her became somewhat of an obsession

you were saying things like “get your dirty bush head out of my way, granger” when she was barely in your way

calling her a “buck-toothed little know it all” if she so much as raised her hand in class

shrieking with disgust if “that mudblood touched me!”

it gave you an odd sense of satisfaction whenever she quipped back at you or even the time she hexed you

after finding out hermione hit draco, you stormed into the gryffindor girl dorms

everyone cleared the way because of the look you wore on your face

when you got to her, you pinned her against a wall and balled up your fist

she screamed and you looked her in the eyes

something about the fear and glossy glare in them stood out to you and you dropped her, stuttering

“s-stay away from my friends,” you looked at her for a second and added, “fucking mudblood” before storming off

word spread that you’d backed down and pansy asked you about it in your dorm

“heard you went soft on granger,” she raised an eyebrow at you from across the room

“and why the hell would i go soft on a dirty magic thief?”

“maybe the real reason you never leave her alone is you fancy her”

you immediately scoffed, “as if i’d ever fancy a filthy mudblood like granger!” but was the nausea in your stomach from disgust or realisation?

“whatever you say, y/n”

the more you thought about it, the more sick it made you

why was it you only bothered hermione? you gave none of the other mudbloods a second thought

if she weren’t muggleborn... wouldn’t she be exactly your type?

determined, pretty, confident, smart, ambitious

“bloody hell, i do fancy her”

it scared the living shit out of you

you were disgusted. . . so you started to avoid her and tell yourself you didn’t like her

even hermione was surprised when you passed her in the hall and didn’t go out of your way to shove past her

not that she minded, of course

she hated you as much as you hated her

she’d cried herself to sleep over your harsh words and wanted to run the other way when she saw you. . . so why did she feel a strange emptiness without you?

you had time to start to mature over the summer before fourth year

you were developing your own opinions ─ not what purebloods were expected to believe

but it was much too late in your mind

you were who you were and there was no changing that

the first time you saw hermione fourth year, she stared at you, unknowing if she should say hello

and you snapped out of defensiveness, “got something to say to me? or have your ugly buck teeth grown so much that you can’t even speak now?”

for once, she was speechless and it gave you one of the most uneasy feelings you’d ever felt

“least i don’t have to listen to you be an insufferable smartass now”

when the yule ball was announced, you wondered who you’d go with

probably pansy, you supposed

perhaps draco or blaise if you wanted to look good

or maybe you’d all go as friends

none of your supposed friends however noticed how silent you were during dinner or that you were stealing shameful glances at hermione

now you were wondering one thing. . . who’d be taking her?

you cornered her in the library and there was an awkward tension between the two of you

“so ‘ve you got a date to the ball? or do any boys even know you exist? then again, heard potter got shot down by chang so you might have a chance there if you wear something skimpy enough.”

“what do you care?” she sounded exhausted and the annoyance in her voice caught you off guard for once

you couldn’t ever tell her why you did care

“i suppose i don’t. later, granger”

“wait”

you stopped in your tracks but didn’t turn around

“are you going with malfoy? you two seem. . . close.”

you laughed loudly, “i prefer ladies granger, but don’t get any ideas.”

since you were met with silence, you walked away

but hermione was now filled with fear that you were going with parkinson

she couldn’t comprehend why it mattered to her, for once hermione had no answer

the night of the yule ball, you were clutching pansy’s arm in a long black dress that hugged every one of your curves

and your heart dropped layers through your stomach when you saw hermione

it was a hurricane of emotions

she looked so beautiful

for once, your feelings for her were clear and not clouded at all by the beliefs you were brought up on

then you were filled with defeat and sadness when pressed a kiss to krum's lips

and then jealousy when weasley couldn’t take his eyes off of her

quite plainly, it hurt that you ruined any chance of being with such an incredible girl because of something as silly as blood status

eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore and ran out, pansy giving you a look of understanding (she’d also had a bit of an eye on draco anyway)

you sat in the corridor and sobbed into your hands, filled with self hatred

your puffy eyes shot up to the sound of weasley and granger going at it, hermione on the verge of tears

“next time there’s a ball, pluck up the courage to ask me before someone else does!”

you’d never had a chance with her, not when she was friends with someone who'd been kind to her

but you surprised yourself by standing and shouting at ron, “fuck off, weasel, you’ve clearly hurt her, it’d be best if you just left!”

even more surprisingly, he went silent and left

this was your chance, you thought you could finally apologise for how you’d treated her

but she shoved at you angrily and half sobbed, half shrieked, “stay out of my life! it’s been four years, why can’t you just leave me alone? it’s not my fault i wasn’t born into a magic family, l/n, and i don’t understand why you hate me so much for it! i’ve never done anything to y─”

you took the chance

you kissed hermione granger at the yule ball and shockingly, she kissed right back

“i’m so sorry,” you whispered, barely audible

she looked at you, almost smiling but stepped back instantly

“it doesn’t change how horrible you’ve been to me, y/n.”

hermione was on your mind 24/7 now

the taste of her lips lingered

and to make matters worse, there were rumours that she was with potter now

you wished you could just turn back time and befriend her instead of bullying her

in fifth year, you made the effort to be kinder to her

harry and ron were protective, telling you to piss off and that they saw through your bullshit

but you persisted

you were determined

dolores umbridge had made mudbloods a target without even saying so and you would be hermione’s guardian angel ─ whether she liked it or fucking not

it took time but hermione (and very hesitantly, ron and harry) started to consider you somewhat of a friend

no, you weren’t the best of friends but it was progress

you were even on a first name basis now

it was a weight lifted off of your chest to talk to her innocently and laugh at what she had to say

no doubt, she was infinitely more beautiful happy

it was official ─ you had a full blown crush on hermione

your friends took notice of your blossoming friendship and started to tease you, “fancying the enemy? a mudblood no less!”

and for a second, you went back to your old ways, denying that you’d like “an annoying, filthy bitch”

you instantly regretted it and had a sour taste in your mouth

you were going to take it back, you really were, but you made eye contact with the person turning the corner

it was hermione, eyes sparkling with betrayed tears and now turning on her heels to run

gasping, you shoved past your friends and called after her

when you caught up to her, the dam broke. “how could you? i thought you changed, even when everyone was telling me i was fool for. . .”

“is miss granger disrespecting you, miss l/n?”

umbridge was standing behind you in all pink and a horribly soft smile

“if needed, it is my duty as high inquisitor to punish her.”

the words weren’t processed

just blurted out

“don’t touch her!”

the look she gave you was. . . peculiar

“she’s. . .” you bit your lip and spit out, “my girlfriend! we’re just having a bit of a disagreement, ma’am.”

oh, did she look pissed

“hem... very well”

hermione looked at you, astonished

“girlfriend?”

“i didn’t want her to hurt you, i needed to say something,”

she nodded with her lips parted, “right.”

“unless you’d like to be?”

“but you called me a─”

“im sorry, hermione, truly.”

something between you two made her go against every judgement call and smile

"“ would love to, y/n”

all of a sudden, you were sneaking out to be tangled together and stealing kisses whenever a professor wasn’t looking

ron and harry were warming up to you and you were desperately trying to convince your friends to give up their prejudice

by sixth year, you were being pressured to take the dark mark

you were horrified and hermione was the one there for you ─ if it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t have had the strength to realise you had the choice not to be on his side

your girlfriend was empathetic, pushing away her dislike for your friends to comfort you through their decisions of allegiance

“why don’t we just run away together ‘mione?”

“we can’t run away from our problems y/n... we need to fight,”

and you told each other i love you for the first time

naturally, you were shocked when she asked you to come with her to hunt something called horcruxes

especially after dumbledore’s death and (what was thought to be) the truth about snape revealed

but you agreed and went away, now wanted for helping potter

during one of your turns to wear the locket you found yourself in a shouting match over whether she wished it was you who left instead of ron

when you took it off, you felt terrible

just as terrible as you’d felt years ago, calling the girl you now loved horrible slurs

but you’d ended up making up in a very. . . passionate way

the two of you were stronger than ever

at malfoy manor, facing one of your old best friends was petrifying

lucius and narcissa instantly recognised you too and you feared so much

but draco didn't betray you ─ he’d always cared about you, even if you were with granger

“y/n may be a blood traitor, but she isn’t a criminal. it’s not potter.”

you could have almost been in the clear but bellatrix lestrange saw the sword of gryffindor

they took you away, shrieking and cursing and fighting for hermione

everything inside of you went insane while you listened to her screams helplessly

you were ready to kill bellatrix yourself

the only thing that stopped you was the blade to hermione’s throat. . . and then dobby getting to her first

the word MUDBLOOD was carved brightly into her skin and you started to cry, not even realising now that dobby hadn’t made it

everything felt hopeless

hermione at this point is the only reason you’re still going

“i’m so sorry. . .”

“shh, y/n, it isn’t your fault, darling”

“but i used to─”

“that’s not who you are anymore.”

during the war, you’re right beside her every step of the way

even when you’re called by voldemort himself to join the other side

the feeling of her hand holding yours is enough for you to stand your ground

old friends of yours die and you know it would have been you too had you not fallen in love with hermione

you wish they’d gotten the same chance you did

you hold hermione as she cries, when harry leaves to sacrifice himself

you even choke out a, “you’re alright, potter,” and get a “you too, y/n” in return

when it’s all over, you can’t believe it

any of it

the first thing you say ─ through the ringing, the cries of those who lost their loved ones, the crackling of fires ─ is, “i want to marry you ‘mione.”

no hesitation, she says yes

none of your family comes to the wedding but you have a new family

the love of your life and your friends, the ones who forgave you and welcomed you with open arms

even hermione’s muggle parents (who’s customs you still aren’t used to... but you’ve got the rest of your lives together to learn)

after all of it, you move in together and recover together

starting a new legacy. . . your children won’t make the mistakes you did

and despite every obstacle in your lives that said you couldn’t:

loving each other forever and more

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[curseofaphrodite]

Injury Hermione x fem!pureblood!reader

Summary: The reader is hurt on a field trip and Hermione’s freaking out. I don't know whether Hogwarts has school trips but here you go. Also — Y/N is pureblood here and doesn’t know much about muggle devices! 

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[pre-established relationship]

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"Y/N!" Hermione scooped down to try and get you up, but you stayed on the ground, your dress covered in mud and your face red with embarrassment. You had fallen down trying to save your girlfriend. Or that’s what you figured anyway.

"What were you thinking?" She grabbed your hands and hoisted you up, but you let out a wince and almost fell to the ground again.

You leaned onto your girlfriend for support, and noticed how your left foot appeared swollen.

"Those things were going to kill you!" You protested.

Her mouth fell open, not knowing whether to be amused or baffled. She decided on anger instead.

"They were phones! Those people were just taking pictures of the building and I happened to be in front of it!"

"I think I know what a camera looks like but that thing appeared like a square gun thingy where you shoot stuff," you rolled your eyes, oblivious about technology as always.

"You're smart, but not when it comes to phones. Or toasters. Or washing machines. Or anything related to muggles really," she helped you to the bench outside the building. You pat away the dust from your dress and sat down.

Harry and Ron were walking past, and Hermione called out to them.

"Y/N is injured, do you know whether Pomfrey is on the trip with us?" She asked Ron calmly. You saw the slight crease in her forehead, the only signal that said she was internally panicking.

"Hermione, I'm fine. I just need to sit for a while-" you began but was cut off.

"You can't walk and is obviously under lots of pain, so sit still while I get Ron to be useful for once."

"Hey!" He exclaimed in disbelief.

"Get Pomfrey now!" She said sharply, and Ron ran away, muttering complaints.

Hermione glared at Harry, who was about to take a sip from his can of Pepsi.

"What did I do?" He asked, while she nodded towards you.

"Y/N is hurt." She replied.

"I can see that."

"She needs something to drink."

Harry pointed to a stall nearby. "Do you want me to go buy her something?"

Hermione kept glaring.

"Oh!" He looked at the can wistfully. "Uhm, okay, Y/N here you go."

You were too polite to take it. "It's fine, I can-"

"Drink it or I swear to god I'll force it down your throat!" Hermione said warningly.

You blinked. "Jesus, fine! I'll drink it."

"You're mean when it comes to your girlfriend, Mione," Harry observed. "You're worried like she's going to die."

"She's not going to die," she replied firmly. "And I'm not worried — now where is that idiot and Pomfrey? Merlin, he's useless, let me go get them."

While she walked away, you handed the can back to Harry without drinking and he muttered a thanks.

"Ron's going to die today, isn't he?" You asked, smirking.

"Yup," he agreed, sitting down with you. The two of you watched your girlfriend storming around the building doors and talking to all the teachers, and you couldn't help but find her concern endearing. 

A bit scary too, but mostly endearing.

[professorrw]

Masterlist

All I Want Series Masterlist

Remus Lupin x Reader

Y/N's second year out of Hogwarts is nothing like she could have ever imagined... romance, tragedy, and adventure

Warnings: eventual smut, death, violence, swearing, age gap, slight angst, major spoilers for Deathly Hallows

This fanfiction is completed!

Foreword

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

[straightouttaneptune]

Opposites attract

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Reader, Platonic!Blaise Zabini x reader, Draco Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson, Platonic!Draco Malfoy x reader (The reader is race-neutral!)

Warning: I think there’s a couple swear words, uhh if you’re in love with Draco you probably shouldn’t read this, there is not a single sentence in this fic where Draco and Y/N are any more than friends. Actually, Y/N will commit an act of violence against him. (Don’t do this to your friends)

Summary: Blaise notices that his best friend, Y/N is different the second he sees her again after Summer break. You are a full-fledged pure-blood Slytherin, but during Summer, you got your heart stolen by a certain muggle-born Gryffindor.

A/N: I am OBSESSED with Gryffindor x Slytherin trope, I’m so sorry I will write a reader who’s in Hufflepuff soon! Also, I love Blaise Zabini? He deserves love :/ He a true King in this fic. Oh and Y/N & Hermione are a power couple who eat men ok cool happy reading!!

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It was a quiet evening in the Slytherin common room. The white noise of the light rain present, but none of you could see, for the Slytherins belonged in the dungeons.

You had your head rested on the lap of Blaise Zabini, your best friend, and your legs over the lap of Draco Malfoy. You wouldn’t say he was your best friend, per se- you didn’t always like how he acted. You thought of him more like a brother, in a way. An annoying brother, no less.

But while your friends engaged in some deep conversation about whatever they talked about, your mind was elsewhere. Since last week, you’ve been lost in the curious world of a strange muggle book titled “pride and prejudice”. You picked the damned book up every time you had some spare time.

“What’s this then? Never seen it before.” You recall 2 weeks ago, laying by the old oak tree of the city park, the bushy leaves shielding you from the blinding sunlight.

“You’ve never seen a book before?” She teases, playful laughter filling the crisp summer air.

“You know what I mean! C’mon, read to me.” You look up at her, sitting down with her back pressed against the tree. Her face was covered with the red cover of the book, but you could swear that what you were seeing deserved to be drawn on canvas and presented in museums. Her golden curls looked as if they were lighting up under the sun, her soft yet strong hands curling around the spine of the book.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife-”

Blaise also had a book opened in his hand, but he was not reading- he was listening in on Draco and Pansy’s conversation. Also glancing down and seeing you smile to yourself, for whatever reason. It could have been the book, but he doubted it.

And even though this was the first day back to Hogwarts, he knew that you were very different from who you were when he waved goodbye to you before summer break.

First of all, you never read muggle books. You were the eldest child of one of the most pure bloodlines to exist. Your family were very close with the Malfoys, the Blacks, and obviously the Dark Lord. Anyone would expect you to grow up hating muggles, and... in all honesty, Blaise thought you did.

But then why didn’t you say anything few hours earlier when Granger bumped into you on the train? A witty quip about her blood, perhaps? But nothing. And why in the world did you have a Jane Austen story in your hand?

Despite the multiple questions looming over his head, Blaise had a theory. So now, he wanted to see. Test you, on how you’d react to another one of Draco’s degrading talks about “muggles” you recently seemed to take an interest to.

“God, those mud-bloods infuriate me. And what’s Dumbledore thinking, opening a class of ‘Muggle Studies?’ What a pathetic excuse for a school.” Draco said quite loudly for the whole common room to hear, looking behind him and at first-year Slytherins as if to get them to agree with him. They nod out of fear, but Blaise can see it’s poisoning their unbiased minds already.

Great. More racism. He’s never been a big fan of it.

Just when Blaise turned back around to pretend to stare at his book once more, you quickly stood up from your place in his lap, and smacked your hard-covered book over Draco’s head. The first years jump and gasp from utter and complete shock.

...Ouch. Blaise doesn’t know if he should be happy he was right about something being up with you, or stop you from killing Malfoy.

“What in the- What is your problem, Y/L/N??!” Draco stands up too and glares at you in an accusatory manner, hand flying up to the back of his head. His tall figure looms over your head, his eyes burning with confusion and rage. But you’re not afraid. Quite the opposite.

“Don’t you dare talk about muggles like that ever again, Draco. You know I’ve never liked it when you used that word.” You point your halfway closed book into his chest, the corner digging into his neatly ironed shirt.

“What? You’ve never hit me over something as little as this? What’s wrong with you, Y/L/N?” Draco questions loudly, the irritation in his voice evident. Pansy stands up as well, linking her arms with the Blond, and glaring at you up and down.

“You’ve been acting strange all day, Y/N. Blaise, say something!” All three of you looks over to Blaise, who was nonchalantly pretend reading his book, unmoving from his place on the couch.

“What? So Y/N can’t hit Malfoy with a book now? She’s done it before.” He looks up and locks eyes with Pansy, “I don’t give a fuck” written all over his face.

“That’s not the point! Why is she so angry over filthy Mudbloods?” Pansy retorts, but as soon as the last word left her lips, you raised your brows at her warningly.

“Don’t. Use. That. Word. Why does bloodline matter? We all bleed red, for Merlin’s sake!” You huff, whirling around to get yourself out of this godforesaken dungeon. Blaise gives a playful salute and trails closely behind, leaving behind the pure-blooded idiots and follows you towards the Gryffindor common room.

“Will you tell me, though? Y/N, what happened during summer?” Blaise stops you just in front of the portrait of the fat lady, and you’re forced to look at your best friend’s curious expression.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” You sighed, knowing you would have to tell your best friend if he wanted to come with you. He nods sincerely, although there is a twinkle in his eyes that lets you know he’s enjoying this.

“I fell in love with someone. A muggle-born.”You confess, your cheeks burning like a 1,000 degree flame just by admitting that.

“A muggle-born??” Blaise’s brows shot up to his hairline, his brilliantly talented imagination already making up a scene of you getting disowned by your parents.

“Wait...” his gaze glides past you and at something behind you. “Does it happen to be Granger?”

Your eyes grow wide as a plate, and you almost break your neck from how quickly you turned around. Hermione, Harry and Ron stood there, the door to the Gryffindor common room wide open.

“There was a Slytherin alert. Uhm, Fred and George. Not us.” Harry tries to explain, looking over at Ron for some assistance, but he just stays in place. Wether it’s from shock or fear, you couldn’t tell.

“You... fell in love?” Hermione looks directly into your eyes, as if everything that wasn’t you didn’t exist to her. She climbs out of the entryway, taking a few steps over towards you.

“Uh- I did. Over the summer.” Guessing you didn’t have much other choice than to admit it, you stood your ground and focused on her sharp brown eyes you’d come to adore.

“You did.” Hermione repeated, stunned from the looks of it.

“I did.”

“So did I.”

“You did?”

“I did.”

“Oh bloody hell, just admit you love each other and move on.” Ron teased from a few feet behind, comfortable now that he saw who he originally thought was a Slytherin nightmare act so awkward and giddy.

Hermione glared at him threateningly, and so Harry wordlessly pulled him and Blaise into the Gryffindor common room. Before entering, Harry almost forcefully rips off the cloak from Blaise, still skeptical of the Slytherin always hanging around Draco Malfoy.

“Right. Anyways-“

Before you could say anything, Hermione hurriedly pressed her lips against yours, her cheeks tinting rose from a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. She’d never done something like this before. She feels like she can hear her heart beating rapidly in her ears, which can’t be normal, but she thinks it feels right.

You feel like getting wrapped into a cloud of euphoria as she deepens the kiss, your hands finding their place on her cheeks. The book clatters on the crème stone floor, but neither of you pay it any mind. Luckily, not one soul is walking around the halls at this hour, everyone getting settled into each their dorms. But you don’t even think about that, for your mind is filled with her, and only her.

After pulling away, Hermione chuckles at your surprised look, mumbling a little “You’re blushing, Y/N.” Before pulling you into her chest for a hug.

You return the gesture without hesitation, grinning from ear to ear and whispering back, “So are you.”

“Come on, we’ll have butterbeer inside. Take your cloak off and hide the tie. I’ll bring my jacket.” Hermione laughs nervously, and looks back at who she swears is the most beautiful girl in the world. Never had she thought she’d get her heart stolen by a Y/L/N, even in an alternate universe, or in a dream.

But she takes your hand, and pulls you into the common room, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

[mediocre--writing]

The Saddest Part of All

Hermione Granger x Platonic!Slytherin!Pureblood!Reader

Summary: It’s 6th Year at Hogwarts, and everyone is a bit worse for wear, but some have it a bit worse than others.

Word Count: 956

Warnings: none really, just a bit of crying and manipulation I guess??

Enjoy this random angsty Harry Potter Blurb I randomly came up with!!

There was a silent danger lurking around Hogwarts these days.

The Hufflepuffs seemed to be scurrying around quicker than usual, the Ravenclaws weren’t as focused as they were before, the Gryffindors we’re watching Harry Potter and his friends a bit closer recently, and Slytherins were all about to collapse in stress.

Most of the 4th year and up Slytherin Purebloods knew what was happening. They had heard the whispers in their homes after The Dark Lord’s return.

Those that were fifth year and older were beginning to be branded and given tasks to complete.

It wasn’t odd to look over at the Slytherin table during meals and see a half empty table, or the older teens with long sleeves, sweaters, and their robes on just to hide what would inevitably end them.

Not many knew the reason why, they assumed what was happening, but nobody truly knew why they were so scatterbrained and jumpy.

Y/n had someone to look after, Draco Malfoy, who had been assigned a task far too important to mess up out of fear. It kept her mind occupied knowing that all she had to do was make sure he was on schedule, not doing anything too awful herself.

However, what Y/n didn’t know, was that while Harry Potter was keeping a close eye on Malfoy, a certain muggleborn witch was keeping an even closer eye on her.

Hermione knew that Y/n was a good person. She was intelligent, almost more so than Hermione herself, Y/n was also stubborn, she weighed her options on every situation to make sure the right choice was made.

So when Hermione caught sight of her and Malfoy coming out of the room of requirement, rolling their sleeves down to cover a dark black ink, she knew that the situation was much worse than she’d ever imagined.

After a week of mulling over her own mind, Hermione decided to confront Y/n. She was one of the only Pureblood Slytherins to never insult Hermione directly, and she always gave her kind smiles when she needed them. They weren’t exactly friends, but they had a mutual understanding of how one another worked and respected that.

After a trip to Hogsmeade, Hermione decided that today was the day, so she borrowed Harry’s map of the school to find Y/n.

After a brisk walk to the library, Hermione was twisting around bookshelves towards the edge of the library, where the Restricted Section began.

What she saw was something she never thought could happen.

It was Y/n, ever the confident, always sure of herself, and one of the most put-together people, silently sobbing into her knees on the floor, books scattered in stacks all around her.

Hermione bent over to see Y/n’s face properly but lost her balance on the way down, landing on her hands and knees in front of Y/n, who’s head shot up at the disturbance, immediately pulling her wand up to Hermione’s face.

“Granger!” Y/n quietly yelped, eyes widening as she wiped at the damp tears on her cheeks, “What do you want?”

Hermione moved to sit on her butt and wiped the dirt off her knees and palms, facing Y/n, “You’ve seemed off the last couple days, I was making sure that you were alright.”

Y/n sat quietly watching Hermione’s eyes flicker around the library, avoiding looking at the wand that was still clutched tightly in Y/n’s hand.

Hermione glanced around at the books, noticing the sketchy titles and what the contents were, mostly Potions, counter curses, and a few books on Dark Magic.

“You know, don’t you?” Y/n asked as her and Hermione made eye contact, though Hermione couldn’t keep her eyes on Y/n’s for very long.

Hermione nodded, almost in a shameful manner, but Y/n slowly brought her wand down to her side and let go of it.

The two girls sat in the corner of the library in silence for a few minutes before one had the courage to speak up.

“So are you going to tell Dumbledore?”

“No.”

Hermione’s response was immediate, causing Y/n to quickly whip her head around to look at the girl.

“What? Why?”

“You probably have a good reason to be— what you are.” Hermione bashfully explained, “for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never called me a Mudblood, or anyone else for that matter, I know you’ve hit Malfoy a time or two for being rude. I know you try and look away when your ‘friends’ say rude and prejudice things. I don’t have a deep connection with you but I know when you’re upset and, honestly, I’m worried about you.”

It was silent once again, but tears, once again, came up to Y/n’s eyes.

“He threatened to kill my mother and little brother if I didn’t comply.” Y/n sniffled, scrunching her nose a bit, “I would rather be hated or thrown in Azkaban after this is all over instead of losing the only two people who have ever really cared about me.”

Hermione couldn’t stand it anymore, she shot over and hugged the daylights out of Y/n.

There was no promise that things would get better after this, after Y/n helped do whatever it was she had to do, but in a weird, twisted way, Hermione would do the same for her family and friends.

And that day Hermione had another reason to up her work in helping stop He Who Shall Not Be Named, because he was hurting more people than those that opposed him, he was ripping apart families on his own side, and that may have been the saddest part of it all.