#hermione granger's mum

[katie-krum]

Lily Evans can't wait for the Triwizard Tournament. James Potter tries to understand how to overcome Lily's dislike for him. And Alice, Lily's roommate, finds out that Lily likes Peter.

[jadedandconfusedao3]

Secret Santa Fest 2023 - Go crazy, surprise me

Today's Secret Santa Fest 2023 fic is a Dreomione called: "Go crazy, surprise me!" that was written for me! That's one of the best things about exchange fests is that you get a present just for you.

Summary:

Hermione is never the last to take up a challenge, even when it would risks her reputation, but can she be blamed for acting out her fantasy?

[ivmaruva]

“There’s nothing like a mother’s love”

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommies in this community!

[lord-save-me]

Can't help but think about how the women girls of Harry Potter treated whenever I listen to 'because i liked a boy' by Sabrina Carpenter.

I mean of course there's Lavender and the Platil twins, but there's also Ginny & Hermione in the fandom, the mothers being fixed as mothers with nothing more (I don't even need to mention how we don't even know anything about Lily Evans that isn't centred around a boy while Snape and James get CHAPTERS of information)

This barely even mentions fandom and how they're treated

[atdhpgirl]

I'm Ron during exam season which one are you??

[sunnami]

❝i am half-agony, half-hope. . . i have loved none but you.❞

summary: how the marauders loved you in their time. featuring harry potter the time-traveller and sixth-wheel.

pairing/s: poly!marauders + lily x reader.

tags: reader is referred to as she/her and a mother throughout the whole fic[!], reader is a violent gremlin who craves blood but the marauders love you for that, implied child abuse[!], mentions of blood and violence[!], disgustingly sappy poetic fluff, no angst, happy ending, not proofread we die like finnick odair, edited: very minor detail.

note: there is little plot, it’s just the marauders and their adoration for you. thank you all so much for your kind responses to my first marauders fic :(( ilysm! i hope you enjoy this one as well! because there are parts when i was writing that i ended up kicking my feet in the air and smiling to myself.

“MY NAME IS HARRY POTTER. I come from twenty-years in the future, you’re my mum — one of my ‘em, actually. It’s complicated. And you’re married to James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black.” 

You blink. 

“Get the fuck out of my room!” 

Harry James Potter has dodged many things in his life. Killing curses, jinxes, girls, Draco Malfoy, and Dudley’s sloppy punches, but he’s never had to dodge his sixteen-year-old mother’s fuzzy slipper before. (Godric, that sounds weird, even in his head.) He doesn’t know precisely how he arrived here. In the Slytherin common room, to be exact, in your dorm. Harry remembers duelling with Death Eaters, Hermione calling his name, and a flash of light hitting him square in the chest, then he remembers waking up in the cold tiles of the snake dungeon. He nearly throws himself off the window when he meets your eyes, bleary from interrupted sleep — it’s not often he gets to meet [read: one of] his dead parents, after all, three had been brutally murdered by Voldemort, and one killed by his own loony cousin. He misses Sirius, though. A lot. And right about now, he could do with some of Hermione’s nagging and brilliant plan-making. 

At present — or past, Harry guesses — he watches you scramble out from your duvet, hand clumsily reaching for your wand as you snarl at him. He wonders if his mother knows that he’s encountered other creatures far more threatening than her. Oh shit, he realizes with all the forces of an angry Hermione Granger, isn’t this the last thing he’s supposed to do? But, well, Harry has given, and given, so much of himself all for the greater good — just this once, he’d like to see his parents alive and well. Even if they were currently trying to blast him into the walls. 

“If you’d just let me explain, mum—!” Harry pleads, nearly dropping his glasses after dodging one of your stinging hexes. Godric, you’re crazy. “Please!” 

“Stop calling me that!” You screech, eyes set ablaze.  Harry finds that you’re quite dynamic with your attacks. A hairbrush, followed by a stinging jinx, then a thick History of Magic textbook — which rudely hits him in the face, but he doesn’t dare complain because you’re his mother, and he’s respectful like that — and after you’ve exhausted your breath, running him into a corner, and your nostrils flare with the stubbornness of a lion, you point the tip of your wand at him. “If this is another one of the Prewett’s shitty pranks, I want you to leave! You are in the girls’ dormitory beyond midnight, and so help me, if you aren’t walking out that door in the next five seconds, I will kill you and string you up by your bottoms for everyone in school to see! Maybe all your stupid rumours of me being a Death-Eater might come true after all!” 

“You’re a Death-Eater?” Harry asks dumbly. 

You growl furiously, and Harry figures that was not the right thing to say. “I wonder what McGonagall would say if I delivered your head to her on a silver platter.” 

“Professor,” Harry corrects with a toothy grin. “Professor McGonagall.” 

You slam his head against the wall.

Definitely the wrong thing to say. 

Harry groans, little Dobby heads floating around his vision. Why was this so much harder than actually facing Voldemort? Quick, he needed to think of something, otherwise he’d end up eviscerated to ashes on your cold, stone floors. Harry is pretty sure you’d use his remains as decoration to send off a message to your enemies. 

“You hate your father,” Harry slurs through the pain, remembering Remus’s stories of how you were the gentlest magical being he’s ever had the privilege to love — now that Harry thinks about it, Remus was being extremely biased, nothing about you is gentle at all. “He’s forcing you to marry someone old enough to be your grandfather. You love to read Muggle literature but had to stop when your father burnt your whole collection of books. Your favorite novel is Persuasion by Jane Austen. It’s the one book you carry with you everywhere, you could never get tired of it.”  

Your grip on his shoulders falters, but the fury in your eyes crackles. “This isn’t funny.” 

“It’s not meant to be funny, mum,” Harry croaks, voice cracking pathetically — strange how this is the most he’s ever uttered the word, mum; it’s a peculiar string of letters, foreign on his tongue. “You have tremors in your left leg from when your father cast the Cruciatus curse on you. One of your dearest friends is a Hogwarts house-elf named Pipley. You cheated on your Transfiguration essay once, and—” 

“That’s enough!” You bark, eyes narrowed in dangerous slits. “I don’t know where you heard those from, you creepy, little stalker, but if you want to keep breathing, then I suggest you shut up.” 

Harry scoffs — you don’t understand. Everything he’s learned about you is from Sirius and Remus. They talk about you with whispered devotion, your name like a prayer on their lips, their eyes glazed with wistfulness as though they could see you reaching out for them — but you were dead in Harry’s time. Yet, you might as well have been alive with their tales of you. 

(“She’s a different kind of beautiful,” Sirius had said, a year after breaking out from Azkaban, sitting by the fire in Grimmauld Place, taking a swig of decade-old firewhiskey, “The kind of beautiful you don’t want to take your eyes off from because you’re afraid she’ll disappear from your eyes. But you won’t forget her, oh no, you’ll memorize the freckles and moles on her skin, the scars from her years, the light in her eyes, and the way she holds her head up high. You should have seen her, James, she. . . she was — is glorious.”) 

“I told you,” says Harry firmly — although he loves his mother very much, she’s beginning to wear him out, “My name is Harry James Potter, I come from twenty-years in the future. You are one of my parents.” A lightbulb flashes in his head. He squirms in your hold, reaching for his robe pocket until he finds the thing he’s looking for. Harry dangles the ring in front of you, grinning in success when your eyes flash in recognition. “It’s—” 

“A family heirloom,” You say breathlessly. The alexandrite winks under the light, a familiar gold band with the Latin inscription of your House words. “Where did you steal this from?” 

Harry rolls his eyes. “You left it for me in my Gringotts vault. It’s my heirloom now. You have to believe me, there’s no way you can deny this.” 

You take a step backwards, nibbling on your lower lip, as you stagger to your bed — Harry nearly stumbling to catch you in case you fell; adjusting to the living proof of time travel was quite difficult, he, of all people, should know. He exhales, dragging a hand down his face. “Magic, amirite?” 

You throw a pillow at him, which he catches gracefully thanks to his Seeker reflexes, as you plop down in the comforts of your quilts. “Sleep. The other girls won’t be back until the end of the holiday. We can deal with whatever this is in the morning. It’s way too early for me to process the idea of a future Potter spawn following me around.” 

Harry smiles. “Yes, mum.” 

ONE THING THAT his fathers failed to tell him about you, and that Harry had to learn himself, was that you took ages to get ready. You sat on the chair in front of your vanity mirror, the birch wood legs whittled with snakes, and it was as though you had a Sticking Charm on the cushion. Harry didn’t know there could be so many creams, oils, and serums, and powders one put on their face. He blanches when you turn to offer him a cream for his under eyes. (“Suit yourself.” You shrug, turning to brush your cheek with dusts of pink. “Just saying, those dark circles aren’t doing you any favors.”)

“What am I like in the future?” You ask, a kind lilt to your voice, much like a warm hug, much like home. 

Harry stiffens, shoving his hands in pockets of the robes that were twice his size — you had given him the garments of Lucius Malfoy to change in, which you apparently had stolen from his room. It’s come full circle, really, the Sorting Hat had once told him he would be great in Slytherin, and now here he was, looking fabulous in green — because he was about to hurl at the feel of the velvet on his skin, knowing slimy Lucius Malfoy had worn it. (“No son—” You pause with a tight purse in your lips, as if you still can’t accept the fact. Harry doesn’t blame you. “—no son of mine will be parading around in red of all colors, future or not.” And Harry finds that he really doesn’t care, so long as you call him your son.)  

“Loved,” replies Harry gruffly, avoiding your eyes in the reflection of your mirror — they were piercing. One look and Harry wanted to spill all of his deepest, darkest secrets. He remembers the photographs in his album, the one he’s stared at so many times as a child. It’s a moving photograph of the five of you, fresh out of Hogwarts, each wearing a smile that stretched from ear-to-ear. Before Sirius and Remus, it was the only semblance of proof that Harry had — that you had once been alive. Remus is holding you by the waist in the picture, twirling you around as autumn leaves fell. You were — are — loved, and Harry thinks there’s no better description than that. 

(“I bloody hated her cat,” says Remus with a roguish quirk to his lips, regalling Harry with more talks of his parents. “Sirius, too. We just never got along with the little creature. But your mother loved it, and we would have done anything to make her happy. She deserved it, you see. She deserved more than what I had to offer her, but still she chose me anyway. And I am a selfish man, Harry, I crave glimpses of her and the whispers of her voice. She has made me a mad man whose only reprieve is her touch.”) 

You hum knowingly. “Stupid question, I guess. Since you aren’t allowed to reveal anything more about the future.” You sigh, gracefully threading your arms in the sleeves of your shirt, a green tie in the center of your collar. “Except, of course, when you gave me a heart attack in the middle of the night by telling me the last thing I want to become — no offense, I just don’t see how a relationship with those rowdy bunch would work. They get on my nerves far too much for me to ever feel anything other than disgust.” 

Harry doesn’t need a mirror to see that his expression has contorted in confusion; brows knitted and upper lip crinkled. By their memories of you, you all were madly in love in Hogwarts. Damn. This just made his trip to the past a lot harder. No maze seems to be ever just a maze. 

Luckily, you don’t notice him brewing a grand master plan to bring his parents together. Instead, you say, “But you don’t seem to be phased by any of this. If I had been thrown twenty years into the past, I would have puked my guts out twice at some point.” 

“Thanks for the image,” says Harry with a scowl. Truthfully, it had either been a present with a noseless Dark Lord to face, trauma to unpack but really never have the chance to, or a past where all of his parents were alive, and a chance to talk with them for however long he has. He knows where he’ll be staying, thank you very much. 

“Anytime,” You reply with an impish smile. 

Your heels pad across the floor as you walk over to him, mouth clicking as you pat the top of his head, full of wild, untameable Potter hair. “You need a trim soon,” You mutter, frowning, as you brush the thick strands away from his eyes, then you gasp — and Harry knows exactly what’s coming next. “Oh, you’ve got Evans’s eyes. That’s freaky.” 

“I know.” Harry grins. 

“Here’s the plan,” You say as you lead him out of your room, making sure no one saw him walking out of your door and getting the wrong impression — because that would be so wrong on many levels, but also, explaining to someone else that the person beside you was a time-traveller was just complicated in general. The Slytherin dungeon is unfamiliarly familiar, eerily quiet, as the two of you made your way out. “Just say you’re Potter’s distant relative, twice or thrice removed, and you’ve always been here. If you lie to their faces enough, they’ll believe it eventually.” 

“Will that work?” Harry doesn’t really mind — he needs a connection to James, his father, if he’s going to work out a connection between you and the others, because at the moment, it doesn’t seem like you’re too fond of them. There’s a tick on your jaw every time you mumble the word, Potter. Nevertheless, Harry decides he’s going to spend the duration of the holiday break trying to set you up with them — on the list of most insane things he’s ever done, living out the Parent Trap was high up the tally. 

You shrug. “They’ve fallen for less.” 

(“She’s got this adorable habit when she lies,” Sirius tells Harry, whipping up a stack of pancakes for their breakfast — Remus browsing through the morning paper. It’s the closest he’s ever been to a normal family. “It’s not obvious to her, of course, but I know her more than I know my own name. So we play along with it.” For a moment, he stops drizzling the maple syrup on the well-cooked batter, gazing at Remus fondly. “D’you remember that, Moony? She led us straight to one of her pranks, and we ended up covered in slug slime. She was so obvious — with her adorable fucking giggles. I need help with Charms, she said, and we knew right away it was a set-up. But it didn’t matter. I’d happily let her lead me to my ruin.”)  

The Great Hall is the same as Harry remembers. Now that most have returned home for the holidays, those who stay back mingle with students from other Houses, sharing meals under the bewitched ceiling, their low murmurs and hushed Christmas greetings bouncing off the walls. Harry scours the four tables to find a hint of blazing red hair, or the scent of impending trouble. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to search very far. As fate would have it, James Potter finds you — and where he is, Sirius Black is sure to follow. 

You’re barely seated when James comes bounding over to your table — more precisely, he struts, and Harry is horrified to ever be proven wrong by Snape, of all people. He ignores the roll of your eyes as he drags a leg over the bench, sitting to face you as Sirius occupies the space to your left before Harry can even sit down. He can’t even fathom how weird it is to see his parents as rambunctious teenagers. Lovesick, rambunctious teenagers. 

“Morning, dove.” James preens under your glare, stealing a grape from your bowl with a boyish smirk. His hair looks as though he’s ran his hand through it many times. “You look ravishing today.” 

“As always,” Sirius pipes in. “But that eyeshadow really isn’t complementing your skin tone, my darling.” 

You smile at him, right before your lips twist into a cutthroat sneer. “Piss off, Black.”

James stifles a laugh as he shovels a mass of potatoes on your plate, then pumpkin pasties, and slides a steaming cup of Dragon Well tea in front of you. 

“What the hell are you doing, Potter?” You reach over to smack his arm when he sprinkles apple slices and bacon on your breakfast. 

“What does it look like?” James smiles lopsidedly. “You need to eat more, honey.”

(In the future, Sirius will tell Harry, “It started off as a joke, a way to get on her nerves — but then, it just became this thing about taking care of her, making sure she got enough sleep before her tests, wondering if she had breakfast or dinner, staying with her in the library, walking her to the Slytherin common room, and sending her stupid notes just to make her laugh. You don’t get it, Harry. I’d give my every breath to ensure her life. We all would.” Harry doesn’t see Sirius any more during that evening, but he hears a bottle crashing against a wall, cracking into a million pieces, and the masked sound of Sirius sobbing, and Harry decides to leave him alone for the night.) 

Then, you tear your eyes away from James — he huffs, pushing your plate to you, mildly annoyed that you’ve deprived him of your eyes; they were his favorite part of you, you see, so expressive and full of life; James thinks you put the stars to shame — and thankfully, you remember that Harry still exists. You lightly smack Sirius’s leg until he gives Harry some room to sit. “Potter, meet other Potter. It’s the holidays, shouldn’t it be the perfect time to let go of House prejudices and spend time with family?” 

James looks at Harry up and down. “You must be from dad’s side of the family with all that hair.” 

Harry lets out a breath of relief. That was easy — way too easy. When he takes the vacant space in between you and Sirius, you dump all the available food on his plate, just as James had done for you. 

“Eat,” You say with a tone of finality. “You look like the wind could snap you in half.” 

“Yes, m—” Harry stops himself before he could finish his sentence, avoiding Sirius’s curious gaze. 

“Wow.” Sirius pokes Harry in the shoulder and in the cheek. “You really look like a mini-James, you’ve even got his terrible eyesight.” 

“Oi!” 

Your fork clatters against the silverware as you turn to Sirius with a shrill. “Not that I do enjoy your company — because, trust me, I do not want you here at all and would very much prefer if you got out of my sight — but why are you here? The Gryffindor table is over there. Unless your housemates finally got sick of you, Potter, which I can definitely see happening.” 

James chuckles, tossing another grape in his mouth without taking his eyes off you. “It’s as you said, isn’t it? It’s the time for putting aside House prejudices. And I think it’s a lovely day to enjoy a meal with my favorite snake.” 

“Drop dead,” You retort, digging into your chicken with a little more force than necessary. 

“Oh, dove.” James shakes his head, a teasing grin pulling at his lips. “It’s cute that you think death will keep me from you.” 

(Harry’s been told before, probably by Sirius, that this line had been wedged into his wedding vows for you. “A dramatic one, James was,” Sirius chuckles to himself one morning, Harry and Hermione listening intently, “He always said he’d rather die than ever hurt her. There was this time in seventh year, they had a fight — it was ugly — and she had ignored him for a week. James cried in Remus’s arms begging him to cut his heart out, saying that he didn’t deserve to keep on breathing, not after making you cry.”) 

“That is so creepy,” You say in disgust, scrunching your nose. Sirius chortles at your side. “I still wonder why Evans agreed to go out with you.” 

“It’s all part of the charm, dove.” James winks. “It’s all part of the charm.” 

Harry wants to barf, actually.

After breakfast, James then decides to introduce Harry to Lily, Remus, and Peter. (He’s gonna need the patience of a saint to not Avada Kedavra that rat on the spot.) Harry had spent the whole morning watching Sirius peel oranges and give them to you with a smitten look in his eyes — naturally, you gave whatever Sirius offered you to Harry, and each time Padfoot would visibly wilt. If he were in his Animagus form, Harry thinks he would be whining by now, tongue out and all. James and Sirius follow after you like lost puppies when you extricate yourself from the table.

“Where are you going?” James calls, hot on your heels as you leave the Great Hall.

“Away from you, Potter!” 

And James actually sighs when you turn the corner and disappear from their peripheral vision. Seconds later, he turns to Harry with a blinding smile, “She’s definitely charmed.”

Harry chortles.

“Well, come on then!” James guffaws as he wraps an arm around Harry’s neck — this is so, so strange. They begin walking in the opposite direction of where you went. “I still can’t believe we’ve got another Potter here and in Slytherin. I think I would have remembered Minnie calling your name during the Sorting Ceremony. What year are you in?” 

He’s supposed to start his sixth-year in a few weeks. “Fifth.” Technically. 

“We should ask Lily,” says Sirius, hands in his pockets and ebony ringlets tickling his nape. “She’s got the best memory out of all of us.”

It’s odd, Harry thinks, meeting the person who’s got his eyes — or the other way around, as people have told him. It’s like someone carved out the emeralds of Lily Evans’s eyes and bestowed it upon Harry for safekeeping. She sits beside Remus Lupin, head resting on his shoulder, hands clasped together, as they enjoy the shade. Nex to them, oblivious to their intimate conversation, is Peter Pettigrew — with his rosy, cherub cheeks and innocent blue eyes; not at all the image of a pathological, cowardly liar. Their heads snap in attention as James boisterously cries for their name. 

“Marauders — and Lily-pad — meet ickle Potter.” James lightheartedly whacks Harry on the back, to which Harry feels his lungs spill out from his mouth, he’s sure there’s an imprint of his father’s hand on his back now. 

“There’s two Potters in Hogwarts?” Sea-green eyes look at him in scrutiny as Lily knits her brows. “How even is the castle still standing?” 

James cackles like it’s the best joke he’s ever heard in his entire life, slapping his knee for dramatic effect. Oh, well, at least they’re buying Harry’s half-baked lie. At this point, it’s not even baked, it’s just wet, soggy, and poorly done. “Good one, Lily-pad!”

Sirius ruffles Remus’s shaggy blonde hair, canines bared in a wide grin. “This one here’s Moony, uptight prefect in the morning and absolute beast in the evening.” 

Harry blanches. Surely he was talking about his furry problem, right? Right? 

Remus doesn’t even flinch, just peels off Sirius’s hand from him and extends his hand out to Harry. “Please do not mind him. Remus Lupin, nice to meet you. Although, I can’t believe this is the first time we’ve met. We would have definitely remembered if we had another Potter in our midst.” 

“It’s true, we Potters are just hard to forget,” says James, smiling cheekily. 

Harry pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Mum didn’t take the Potter name. I’m part Dursley. Muggle.” 

Lily hums, toying at the ends of her bright hair. “Dursley, huh? What a familiar name.” 

“It’s a common one,” Harry assures her — not at all the names of the people who would take him in after they died. And make his life miserable. 

“I suppose you’re right,” says Lily, unconvinced. 

“And this is Peter.” James introduces the boy eagerly, pride in his voice — as though this isn’t the person who literally allies himself with Voldemort. As if Peter won’t betray his friends all because of fear. 

“N–Nice to meet you,” Peter stammers with a nervous fidget, “Any family of James is a friend of ours.” 

Harry’s eye twitches. 

IT IS ALMOST COMICAL — the way their eyes land on your figure, bursting through the courtyard from the corridors, winter cloak swishing with every step, tendrils of hair swaying in the crisp wind, and head held up high, thick books under your arms. You pause in front of the Marauders, face blank, then you turn to Peter, greeting him with a: “Hello, only Gryffindor I can tolerate.” 

Peter’s cheeks burn a saccharine hue of pink. Oh, no, no, no — absolutely not — Harry will not stand for a little crush Peter Pettigrew has on his mother. He needs James to act now. “Hi,” Peter replies shyly. 

Lily quirks her lips. “Hello, princess, see your score for the Astronomy test yet?”

You scowl. “Zip it, Evans.” 

The sound of Lily’s laughter fills the atmosphere — it’s the sort of melody that makes flowers bloom in deserts. “Had a bit of difficulty with the star charts?” 

Sirius pinches your cheek — Harry thinks you’re going to murder him on the spot. “Difficulty? I think this one just slept through the whole thing.” 

James snickers. “Must have been one hell of a nap, princess. You were drooling on my jumper.” 

“I most certainly do not drool!” You gasp, appalled, eyes wide as you step away from Sirius.

Sirius rolls his eyes. “What? Is drooling too barbaric for the pretty, little pure-blooded princess now? Newsflash, pet, you’re just as human as we are.” 

“Oh, you horrible, loathsome, infuriating—” You whip around to beat his chest with the course book in your grasp — it’s the kind of book Hermione would consider for light reading. 

“Irresistibly attractive—?” Sirius supplies for you, grin widening with as he captures your wrist with his hands. 

“In your dreams!” You shrill. 

You exhale slowly, eyes closing, chest rising when you take a sharp inhale. You open your eyes and stare straight at Harry — for a moment he fears that you’ll bite his head off. “Harry, dear, will you accompany me to the library? I think I’ve found something important regarding your situation.” 

Harry nods. “Is it time already?” 

“Yes,” You say firmly. “And time is of the essence. Come on.” 

“Wait!” Lily calls out to you as you turn to head back to the castle, Harry in tow — he tries to avoid the way James is glaring at your linked arms. “Hogsmeade next week?” 

Your jaw falls to the ground — this must have been unrehearsed, if the others’ reactions were anything to go by; Remus had dropped his book in shock, Sirius looked like he couldn’t decide between applauding Lily’s bravery or shaking her, and James was somehow frozen in time. “Excuse me?” 

“You’re excused, princess,” says Lily, dimples poking out of her cheek as she takes another step towards you. “You, me, Hogsmeade. A date. I’m sure you’ve gone on one of those before.” 

Harry elbows your stomach as you stare at Lily in shock. It takes a few moments to break you out of your stupor. “A–And what makes you think I’ll just go with you?” 

Lily shrugs. “I’m fit. Aren’t I, Remus?” 

“The fittest,” says Remus without missing a beat. 

You laugh incredulously. “Do you just expect me to go along with this? You’re mad, Evans.” 

Harry glares at you. You need to go along with this. 

“Are you scared, princess?” Lily’s face is inches away from yours, noses almost touching — Harry doesn’t know if he should keep watching this painful way of flirting — as she grins at you, happiness barely contained within her eyes. 

To your credit, you don’t back down. (Harry has to say this for the masses: he saw your gaze flitter down to Lily’s lips for a split second.) “Stop calling me that, Evans.” 

“One date, then.” 

You growl in exasperation, eyes flickering to the boys behind her back — pretending not to hear their conversation. “I suppose I’ll have to deal with them as well?” 

Lily beams and Harry swears sunflowers could grow in her direction. “We’re a package deal.” 

“Unfortunately,” You utter — but Harry notices it, the lack of venom in your voice. You straighten your posture, nose lifted haughtily, “I choose where we’re going.” 

“Done.” The sun peeks out from the cloud just as Lily smiles at you. 

“And I want to—” 

“Done,” Remus interjects raspily, peering up at you from underneath his lashes. “Anything you want, it’s yours.” 

You fight a growing smile, but continue, “If we’re going out in public, you’re going to have to wear—” 

“Done,” says James giddily, he looks as though he could kiss you in front of everyone without a care in the world.  

“You can’t just agree to anything I say!” You flap your arms in frustration. 

“Yes, dear,” Sirius teases. 

“Do you know how much you piss me off, Black?” You squawk. “Because you are this close to—”

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Sirius confesses, every pretense shed raw from his skin, sincerity pouring from his words. 

“I—” You falter, heat rushing to your cheeks. “You’ve gone mad.” 

“It’s your fault, dove,” says James, eyes twinkling like crescent moons as he smiles. “You best take accountability for this.” 

“You’re incorrigible — all of you,” You say as you avoid their gazes.

(But they were yours. Past, present, and future. They loved you so much that their soul was no longer their own — it was yours; yours to keep, yours to break, and yours to love. It would be unjust to ask them why they loved you. Do we ask why the sun rises each day without rest? Do we ask a daisy to stop blooming, or a tree to stop growing after it has endured storms and floods? After all, we do not ask why humans follow the light in a tunnel shrouded in darkness.) 

“Come on, Harry, let’s go.” You reach for his hand, he notices immediately that the tips of your ears are pink, and your palms are warm with sweat. He barely sees Peter wave goodbye before you tug him in the direction of the castle entrance. 

“Wait up!” Remus catches up to you two in quick strides, offering to carry your books for you — not that you agree, stubborn Slytherin that you are. “I’ll walk you to the library.” 

“There’s no need for that, Lupin, thank you.” You dodge his eyes, lips tightly pressed together, nails slightly digging into Harry’s arm. 

“Remus,” He says with a twinkle. “Call me Remus.” 

“Alright.” You pause. “Remus.” 

(In that moment, Remus wonders if you remember decking Lucius Malfoy in the face to defend him in your fourth year. He didn’t think he deserved to even breathe in the same air as you — the pure-blooded princess, dressed in clothing worth more than his life, adorned in jewelry he could only dream to afford, raised to believe she was better than everyone else. Then, you beat up Evan Rosier the next month in the courtyard, eyes ablaze, extravagant silk marred with grass stains and mud, and knuckles split open. You spit blood on the ground, looking at Lily then back at Rosier. “Red,” You say, kicking him one last time in the stomach, unafraid of McGonagall’s wrath growing louder and louder. “Just like everyone else. Like those Muggleborns you fear. We’ve all got dirty blood, Rosier. Suck it up.” 

“I’ll tell your father about this!” Rosier bellows through bloody teeth. 

“Tell him!” You grab his neck and slam your forehead against his. “Tell him that I decide my own future now!”

Remus doesn’t even have to think about it. 

He falls in love.) 

FUNNILY ENOUGH, IT’S LILY who gives you her heart first, before anyone else does. It’s the last month of her first year at Hogwarts — it still hasn’t quite sunk in yet that she was a witch. Her, not Petunia, but her — Lily Evans, the witch. Apparently, some people can’t believe it either. A girl from Ravenclaw calls her this foul word, she’s heard it a few times now but it always hurts the same. James and Sirius get into a fight for her honor, now faced with detention later this evening. But she can’t help but wonder, what if they were right? What if she really didn’t belong in this world? It was too good to be true, anyway. Perhaps she’ll just run a flower boutique with Petunia.

“Oi.” 

The sound of your voice startles her, and she nearly topples over in the Great Lake. Lily catches sight of your Slytherin colors and resigns herself to another round of name-calling. “What do you want?” 

“They’re wrong, you know,” You tell her, ignoring Lily’s question. You look down on her with your nose raised arrogantly — she wishes she could be like you. Born to be magic. “You’ve got a terrifying brain locked up in your head there, Evans. And they know it, too. They’re scared.” 

Lily scoffs. “I’m just a Mudblood to them. There’s nothing to be intimidated by.” 

You sneer. “Don’t say that word. You’re more than that. More than them. They’ve got long ways to go to prove they have a place in this world. But you — you’ve defied the odds and you were destined to become magic. You don’t have to prove anything. You have the right to be in the wizarding world and no one can take that away from you.” 

Then, you pivot on your heels, not bothering to hear her reply. “You’re my rival now, Evans. Do keep up. We’ve got an Astronomy test tomorrow. I look forward to seeing how you do then.” 

Lily just gapes. She’s certain there’s butterflies in her stomach. Her heart thumps wildly against her ribcage. Lily raises her hands to feel her blushing cheeks. There’s a light unfamiliar sensation in her stomach — like the urge to kick her legs and scream into a pillow, or more precisely, chase after you and hold your hand.

She stiffens.

Oh.

part two

[suugarbabe]

a little one shot based off this request

pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader

word count: ~700

warnings: mentions of weight, ed tendencies

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose at you looked at the envelope in your hands. Your mother made a habit of charming her letters to read allowed to you once they’ve opened and you just weren’t in the mood to hear what you were sure was only ridicule and critique about how disappointed you were making her. Your parent’s expectations were high to say the least. You thanked Merlin for your sorting into Slytherin, hoping that keeping that legacy would at least have them showing some sort of affection, but alas you were given a letter listing more expectations now that you’ve met a previous one. 

You swallowed, finally getting the courage to tear the seal. As soon as it was broken the letter finished opening on its own, folding into a pair of disapproving lips that strongly resembled your mum. You closed your eyes, ready to bar the message. “Y/n…hope you’re doing well,” your mother’s voice rang through the room as you rolled your eyes. “Your father and I got your most recent marks. We were disappointed to see you let that mudblood best you yet again, it really would be nice if you put in some effort with your studies.” You groaned, rubbing your hands over your face. You were second in your class, only behind Hermione Granger who, very obviously, was the smartest witch to come out of your generation. She was actually a sweet girl, and your mother’s use of the derogatory term turned your stomach. 

You had hoped that was the gist of the letter, but your mother’s voice continued, “Your father and I also received the latest Hogwarts Herald. The photo they used of you from the last quidditch match really was awful, seems like you’ve quite a bit…larger than when you left this fall. Please remember to pace yourself at meals, chew at least twenty times before you swallow. It’ll trick your mind to think you’re fully, trust me. You’ll thank me for it later. Also, please remember to pack your nicer clothing when you come home for Holiday. You know how important those parties are for your father.” With that the letter floated down to your desk, reverting back to a simple piece of parchment. 

You let out a shuttered breath, not even aware you were holding it in. Your eyes brimming with tears. “Y/n/n…” you turn your head at the sound of Mattheo’s voice, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand before standing up, trying to compose yourself. “Oh, hey Teo, what’s up?” He looked at you with sad eyes, “Was that your mum?” You nodded, putting on a smile the best you could, “Yeah, she’s, erm, just really passionate about her beliefs. No big deal, how much, uh, how much did you happen to hear?” Mattheo walked closer to you, “Heard that she wants you to starve yourself, why on earth would she say something like that?” 

He went to place his hands on your hips, but you pushed them away. You walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge. Mattheo turned in his spot, “You know what she says isn’t true, don’t you, love?” You shrugged your shoulders, unsure of yourself. “Princess, you are so absolutely breathtaking. You are so strong, one of the toughest beaters I know, you’re the reason we won the last five games, that’s why they took that photo of you.” He was standing in front of you now, holding your hands in his. He brought one up to his lips, kissing your palm, then the inside of your wrist before guiding you to wrap your hand around his neck. “Every curve of your body,” his hands roaming up your sides now, “Merlin, I’m so obsessed with you.” His forehead rested against yours, noses brushing, “Don’t listen to her cruel words, because if I had it my way I’d worship you, every part of you, every night, every day.” He tilted your chin up, connecting his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, gentle, like he was breathing you in. He broke apart, a little sooner than you would have liked. He then walked around, climbing onto the bed behind you, “C’mere, let’s lay down. I wanna keep telling you how perfect you are.” His arms stretched out and you immediately climbed into his embrace. You spent the rest of the night like that, wrapped in his arms.

[fics-by-noworriesifnot]

Chapter Eight: PART TWO: Requiem for the Half-Brained Do-Gooders. “I couldn’t save you.” Hermione croaked. They were back in the dungeons now staring into the pensieve. “A-After that, Bellatrix attacked us.” Hermione said, raising her eyes to look into Draco’s stony expression as he stared into the swirling basin.

“Luckily Ron’s mum appeared and-” 

“Spiders” Draco said vaguely. Hermione watched him apprehensively. “Malfoy?” She spoke his name cautiously. He’d brought a hand over his mouth and his eyes had widened. “So…” Draco said, leaning forward over the pensieve, his fingers pressed to his temple as though he were nursing a headache. “You mean to tell me, at the last possible moment, I developed a hero complex.” He straightened suddenly, his hands clasping briefly together before he leaned forward again on the bench. “And then… on a half-brained impulse I ended my entire bloodline to save- Harry Potter- of all people?” His last sentence came out as a dark chuckle, his face pulled into a maniacal grin. His eyes seemed unfocused as he watched Hermione struggle with a response. “I, erm- don’t know if I’d put it that way, but-” “FUCK!” Draco turned away from her and screamed into the sprawling darkness. He was doubled over and took several hulking breaths before turning around to face her, running trembling hands through his silvery translucent hair. “Apologies.” He muttered without need for explanation. “Malfoy, I-I’m sorry.” Hermione stuttered. She looked at him through eyes bright with tears. “You kept talking about Lucius as though you expected him to return. I realised that you didn’t remember.” Her head dropped as Draco took a step towards her. 

“If I just-” “Don’t.” Draco said, leaning in to her. Without hesitation he raised his hand to her cheek to catch a tear from falling, but the tear passed through his fingers and travelled down her chin. “There’s nothing you could have done.” Draco said, his eyes fixed on where his hand should have been touching Hermione’s cheek, but instead Hermione felt only air. He withdrew his hand and looked down at it, his expression weary.

“I wish I could…” He began, but stopped himself. Instead, he closed his hand into a tight fist and lowered it to his side. He straightened abruptly and schooled his voice to a cold aristocratic tone. “Look, thanks for the memories Granger, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone down here.” He said. His face bore little expression. “Are you sure?” Hermione asked, worried to leave him alone with everything he’d just seen. “Positive.” He replied curtly. Without another word Hermione shepherded Crookshanks up the stairs, turning back to see Draco take a seat on the staircase. As she closed the door behind her, she heard a strangled sob from the other side. 

[givemequeen]

Ancient Runes: draco x hermione

warnings: smut! did not read through word count: 1325

Christmas break had come and gone faster than Hermione would've liked. Late nights curled up in her childhood bed with a book and lazy Sunday mornings spent talking with her mum were now long gone. It was back to long essays and hours spent cramming ancient runes.

In reality, Hermione didn't mind that the Christmas break was over. She loved Hogwarts, it was her second home. Plus, she was Head Girl this year meaning she could replace the overcrowded, bustling hallways with long, empty ones in the middle of the night.

The silence helped her study. So, she spent her rounds walking down deserted hallways with a thick book in hand, her finger tracing the different shapes each rune made, hoping she would remember them when the time for exams came.

Her footsteps echoed in the hallway, each step seemed to reverberate against the walls. The echo, like a relentless companion, accompanied her every move, amplifying the solitude of the vast corridor.

She came to an abrupt halt in the middle of her tracks when, from somewhere behind her, she heard a noise. Hermione gently closed the book and spun around, the sole of her shoe scraping against the stone floor.

Her eyes scanned the dark corridor, she raised her wand and cast another lumos charm to better illuminate the surroundings and get a better look. Yet, she found nothing. Still slightly suspicious, she turned around and resumed walking, her senses on high alert in the dimly lit passage.

Hermione was about to turn a corner when, from behind a tapestry, a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into an alcove. She screamed, eyes squeezed close in fear, but no sound came out.

A cold hand was pressed against her open mouth. Her eyes shot open, heart beating fast. A flicker of recognition sparked in her eyes as she realized who the touch belonged to.

"Malfoy?" the word came out muffled.

"Granger." Draco Malfoy replied, a grin spreading across his face.

"Let go!" she stuck her tongue out, licking his hand.

"Ugh! Why'd you lick me? I was going to let go." Malfoy groaned as he wiped his hand on his trousers.

"Well, why did you do that? You scared me!" she countered, a frown twisting her features.

"I wanted to surprise you!" he said "Never mind that, I missed you." he continued, upon seeing her mouth begin to open in order to retort.

She smiled, the frown melting away. "Really?" she asked, feeling like a schoolgirl (which she was, lmao).

"Oh shut up." Malfoy said, rolling his eyes, as he dragged her towards him.

He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her tight against his body and resting his chin on the top of her head. Hermione sighed happily against his chest, gladly breathing in his scent; spearmint toothpaste.

Malfoy pulled her away, he placed his hands on her cheeks and leaned down to kiss her. Hermione couldn't help but smile against his lips.

Obviously, he was eager to wipe that smile off her face. He slid his tongue over the lower lip before biting the soft flesh there, his hand going down to her ass, squeezing it. Hermione gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth.

She could feel butterflies in her stomach, that familiar pressure building in her lowed abdomen. She deepened the kiss, kissing him back harshly, and tugging at his hair, which always drove him wild.

Malfoy groaned against lips and pushed her back until she came into contact with the stone wall. His hands slid under her ass and onto her thighs, where he encouraged her to jump. She did, and then wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping at his erection.

"Fuck." she moaned softly. "Malfoy..."

"I missed this." he said, squeezing her ass.

She hummed in agreement and rocked her hips against his erection. "Please..." she whispered, her left hand going between them. "Please fuck me."

He didn't need to be told twice.

He pulled his mouth away from her and shoved his hand down his pants, freeing his cock. With his other hand he pushed Hermione's skirt up and shoved her underwear out of the way, using his knee to hold her up.

Malfoy looked up at her as he lined himself up with her but Hermione was too busy glancing down to look at him. He grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at her.

"I want to look you in the eye as I fuck you." he growled before shoving himself into her.

Hermione groaned, the intrusion both painful and pleasurable. Her head instinctively swung back but his harsh grip on her prevented her from doing so.

"Look. At. Me." he groaned, a wild look in his eyes and he stared to buck his hips against her.

Hermione bit her lip, scared her moans would wake up half the castle. Malfoy was relentless, his hips slamming harshly against her before pulling out and doing it all over a again. She bit her lip harder, she could taste blood on her tongue.

The pressure in her lower abdomen was growing rapidly, she was close. She clenched her thighs, squeezing his cock and making him groan.

"Are you close baby?" he asked.

Hermione nodded, tears starting to form in the corner of her eyes. Without letting go of the grip on her jaw, Malfoy slipped a hand between them, his cold fingers making her jump when they found her clit.

She bit her lip harder, sure she would tear the muscle in two.

Without warning, she was pushed over the edge. Her nails dug into his shoulder, leaving crescent-shaped marks. She moaned his name over and over again, not caring if anyone could hear her.

Good, let them see how good his cock makes me feel. She thought as her brain turned to mush.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck." he said she slammed into her. "I want to cum inside you... I want to fill you up." his was starting to slur his words and Hermione was too out of it to response.

With one last thrust, he came inside of Hermione, his cock filling her up.

Finally, he let go of her jaw. He pressed on hand against the wall to hold them up, scared his knees would give in, and wrapped another around her small waist.

Malfoy kept them like that, holding her up, as they both caught their breath. He dropped his head on her shoulder and gently kissed her neck.

"I- I missed this so much." he panted as he slowly moved to slip out from inside Hermione.

Hermione winced, missing the feeling of having him in her, an sense of emptiness washing over her. He pulled her skirt back down into place and slowly set her down but the moment he stepped away Hermione's knees buckled. Malfoy shot out to hold her back up, a smirk creeping onto his face.

"Oh shut up." Hermione said, already knowing the comment that was bound to be on the top of his tounge.

"What? I didn't say anything." he said, a cheeky look on his face.

Hermione gave him a look that said more than any word could've said. She made to move away from him, get back to her rounds and her studying but Malfoy's arm shot out in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

"What?" she said looking up at him. "I have to get back, what if someone notices I'm gone?"

"I'll notice you're gone..." Malfoy said as he bit his lip.

Hermione rolled her eyes and, with whatever little force she had left, pushed him away from her. She slipped out from behind the tapestry, holding her thick Ancient Runes book up against her chest, half covering her face, to hide the blush that had crept its way to her face.

Malfoy was going to be the death of her.

[hermiones-amortentia]

Ron: good morning, Mrs Granger. Slept well?

Mrs Granger: morning Ron. yeah you can say that.

Hermione: mum, get ready. I am gonna take you out on shopping.

Mrs Granger: that is definitely something new. You never liked shopping much. Guess you have changed quite a bit.

Hermione: what do you mean?

Mrs Granger: there are so many different things about you. Growing up you were never religious. but Ron turned you into a very religious person.

Hermione: what? What makes you think that?

Mrs Granger: our guest room is right above my bedroom. Last night your father and I heard you were screaming from there 'oh my god! Oh my god!'.

Hermione:...

Ron:...

Ron: please dont kick me out. I am in love with her.

[katie-krum]

Love Potion - Chapter 1 - katiekrum - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

Thanks to Ginny giving Harry the potion, Severus discovered that Potter had been sired under the influence of Amortentia, just like Professor Riddle.

James Potter finally freed himself from the influence of the potion that prevented him from building a life with the wizard he loved.

And Hermione and Draco? They begin to discover certain aspects of being a couple.

[justarandombrit]

Okay well as you may know from looking at my blog for five seconds, I saw the matinee for Starkid Innit. During the interval and after the show I wrote down some notes. I tried to get them in chronological order but my memory is dogshit and I definitely missed some stuff, I hope you appreciate it though.

Outside:

. EVERYONE SUNG GRANGER DANGER

. IT WAS SO GOOD (except for the high note lmao)

. EVERYONE SUNG DAYS OF SUMMER

. EVERYONE A SMALL GROUP OF PEOPLE SUNG GOIN' BACK TO HOGWARTS

Act 1:

. The Nightmare Time sting punched me in the face

. The shout-out to the confused parents

. BRIAN + MEREDITH IN TGWDLM IS EVERYTHING TO ME

. High School Is Killing Me, Literal Monster and Nerdy Prudes Must Die all got mashed together!

. Corey!Richie is my Roman Empire

. Jaime in NPMD….

. Jaime had a different line to PJ’s original in Literal Monster. I couldn't hear half of it but it was different

. JEFF!MAX

. THE AUDIENCE SINGING RICHIE'S PART!!!!!! I'M NOT A LOSERRRRRRR

. TOGETHER!!!!!

. OUR DOORS ARE OPEN

. Jaime singing Sami/Harry ABOUT HER DOG (Nori)

. The audience whipping out the phone cameras

. CLARK SINGING I WAS GAVE ME SUCH INTENSE CHILLS

. Joey finally giving the white, male side characters attention

. Joey changing “I know I'm not a star” to “I know I'm not Clark”

. He pointed the mic at the audience for the “DEFINITELY NOT!”

. Joey mistimed his jump 😔😔

. Genuinely his best performance of Sidekick yet

. Joey making fun of Brian for not getting a big solo

. Brian kept pretending to beat him up, it was brilliant

. Not Over Yet is definitely Brian's song, shut up

. Brian accidentally singing the same verse twice (How does he always mess this song up?!?!?)

. My mum took a photo during the “EVIL PLAAAAANSSSS” bit and it was right when Brian was choking Joey

. “So look alive and don't forget”

“FORGET WHAT?”

. FEAST OR FAMINE

. Rogues Are We still goes so hard

. Rogues Medley without Kick It Up A Notch is weird, but Kick It Up A Notch without Dylan would definitely be weirder

Intermission:

. Ice cream :D

Act 2:

. Starting with We Got Work To Do is so iconic

. THERE'S BEEN A CHANGE IN THE CLIMATE, SOMETHING'S IN THE AIR, WE FEEL THE HEAT, NO NEED TO DEFINE IT, WE DON'T REALLY CARE

. MEREDITH REQUESTED BACK ON TOP!!!!!!!! AND IT WAS SO GOOOOD!!!!!!!

. Joey shouted “Draco, get on the floor!” at Lauren

. ALL THE UNDERRATED SONGS

. I love how it was hyped up like it was going to be Boy Toy, and then just straight up wasn't lmaooo

. Brian finally got the slow, sexy Hideous Creatures (Take that, Nick Lang!)

. Okay I'm trying to remember the order of the underrated songs they did

. Hideous Creatures (Lauren)

. Pays To Be an Animal (Corey) (He didn't sit in the spotlight and someone yelled “TO THE LEFT, COREY”)

. Get In My Mouth (Jeff) (He fully sprawled out on the stage it was hilarious)

. Land of the Dicks (Jaime)

. Hermione Can't Draw (Meredith) (She sung it so well I briefly didn't recognise the song)

. THEY MANAGED TO WORK IN LUPIN / BRIAN CAN'T SING YESSSS

. I genuinely cannot remember what Brian sung

. Gotta Find His Dick (Joey, and eventually everyone)

. The entire “Oh you wanna know where I got my shirt?” bit

. Brian, Jaime and Joey got it from Primark, Meredith got it from “Primed-mrak”, Lauren’s was a family heirloom, Corey got it from Gucci and Jeff got it from America, from Pri-mart (He made the guy on the drums do a baddum tsh)

. COREY SINGING SHOW STOPPIN' NUMBER. OH MY GOD. (The entire crowd joined in, also, Jeff and Jaime as Steve and Stu)

. Everyone cheering so loud when Joey and Lauren came on stage, and them claiming we had no idea what they were going to sing, and it was actually a completely new song (it was Granger Danger obviously)

. And them continuing to claim it was new throughout the song

. As I expected, I almost cried during Not Alone. Also apparently Darren thought it was going to be a big hit??? And just begrudgingly let them use it for A Very Potter Musical

. Super Friends!

. So sad Jeff’s mic was so quiet for “I WANNA BE A MODERN DANCER”

. THEY SUNG WANNABE BY THE SPICE GIRLS

. The fakeout of everyone leaving stage, then the band coming back on and playing the start of Goin' Back To Hogwarts

. “Darren's not here”

“I'LL DO IT”

. THE AUDIENCE DID THE FIRST PART OF GOIN' BACK TO HOGWARTS ALL BY OURSELVES

. JEFF DID DYLAN'S PART (but he didn't do “All of you to [city name] :( )

. Jeff pointed at various parts of the audience for “Welcome hotties, nerds and tools!” and then whispered “I'm so sorry” immediately after

. Singing (/ shouting) Goin' Back To Hogwarts along with hundreds of other Starkid fans was so exhilarating, I loved it and I almost cried (also I'm gonna be so hoarse tomorrow)

[emeritusemeritus]

Friday Night Dinner [Fred Weasley x Reader]

Title: Friday Night Dinner.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fiancé!Reader {Established relationship} George Weasley x Angelina Johnson, brief mentions of Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger.

Timeline: Set after the war, Fred is very much alive.

Summary: Friday night dinner at the Burrow, the first time both twins have brought their partners round at the same time and it’s a surprise all around.

Warnings: Brief mentions of the war but no vivid description of violence. Pregnancy, pregnant reader and characters. Talk of babies. Ron being a miserable sod. Brief mentions of a fight between Ron and Hermione. Not beta read or spell-checked, we die like Madeye.

Inspired by the last episode of Friday Night Dinner S6. Jonny and Adam give me such strong Fred and George vibes that I found myself writing this as I was watching it. Also, that GIF of James may have just knocked me up. 🤍

A slight nervousness bubbles up within you as you walk hand in hand with Fred down the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley as the street lamps turn on, anticipating the dark evening ahead. George and Angelina were walking behind you, chatting amongst themselves and looking round at the newly renovated shopping quarter, seeing businesses booming once again after the threat of war was over and proprietors began spilling back into the alley. New stores were popping up everywhere, only increasing your fiancé's booming business and a smile crossed your face at the thought, knowing that the tensions of war were now in the past.

You'd all been to the leaky cauldron after Angelina had finished work for preparatory drinks before the four of you descended upon the Burrow for one of Molly's famous meals, walking back to the flat you shared with Fred and George above the shop to use the floo.

It was the first time Angelina would be visiting the Burrow as George's official girlfriend even though they'd been together a few months now, both of them reuniting after the war and renewing their friendship before it had turned into something more. You and Fred had been together since just before your fifth year at Hogwarts so it was far from your first meal at the Burrow but you were still slightly nervous this time.

"Maybe we should go on ahead," George says nervously to Fred, his hand pushing back some of his hair at the front as you all walk into your flat. Fred seems to pause, casting a look at both you and Angelina before nodding. You fought to roll your eyes, knowing exactly what George meant by that.

When Fred had brought you along with him for the first time as his official girlfriend, despite you having spent weeks on end at the burrow in the past as friends, Molly had gone all out and had been especially eccentric, welcoming you into the family and throwing a lavish feast, hovering constantly and fussing with every little detail. Now that both the twins had partners, you didn't doubt how over the top Molly would have gone, especially having never really met Angelina before. You bit at your lip to stop the smile from passing over your face as Angelina looked between the twins with obvious confusion upon her face.

"We'll meet you in 10," you said, placing your hand on Fred's shoulder, shooting a knowing look to George who seemed relieved that you understood. Fred turned slightly and kissed you on the lips before moving into the fireplace ahead of George and flooing away with a wink and a determined speech of 'the burrow'.

George hovered around Angelina for a moment who looked thoroughly unimpressed before stepping into the fire and immediately travelling towards the burrow as you took a seat on the sofa, waiting for them to be finished before you two joined along.

"So what's that all about?" Angelina asks, taking a seat on the sofa beside you, making you chuckle.

"Mum," George says with a tone of exasperation as he looks around at his childhood home, though it hardly looks the same as when he used to live there. Wild flowers tied up into neat floral displays decorated nearly every inch of spare surface around the kitchen and hallway. There were candles lit on the armoire and every side table spare and he had noticed that the fancier plates had been brought out, the table decorated to within an inch of its life.

"We said no flowers! Why's dad in a suit?!" He exclaims, seeing his father walking into the kitchen in his finest suit, the filigree patterned waistcoat complete with his dark blue overcoat with a collar and tails. "We said no suit!"

"It's a fancy occasion, I wanted to wear my fancy suit," Arthur says, pinning a wild flower to his pocket.

"It's not fancy, it's a casual dinner!" George says, getting more and more irate as he watched his father pin the peony to his suit pocket, looking even more formal. Fred can barely contain his laughter as he looks upon the scene, remembering the first time he'd brought you home as his girlfriend, though it wasn't as bad as this.

"Both my twins have partners now, it's a celebration!" Molly argues, faffing with something at the kitchen counter which looks to be a decadent trifle.

"You make it sound like we're trolls," Fred says, cutting in, "we can get girlfriends you know, we're not grotesque." George nods along, though he seems a lot less calm in his demeanour.

"Now you're just being silly," Molly says, pointing an accusatory finger at them both. "Of course you can get girlfriends."

"Fiancé's in this ones case," Arthur smiles proudly, patting Fred on the shoulder who shoots a smug look at George under the praise.

"So it's just me that you think can't get a girlfriend?" George says bluntly, winding his mother up further.

"Did I say that? You both have partners at the same time, both of which are coming for dinner for the first time together- where are they anyway?" Molly says, suddenly looking around as she realises that the two expected guests aren't there.

"We came ahead to check on the place and thank Merlin we did!" George shouts, gesturing at the mass of flowers littered around the place. Molly suddenly reaches out and strikes George with the tea towel on his upper arm, reaching her limit on his whining.

"Knock knock," you say with a smile, having stepped out of the fire and dusted yourself off whilst they were arguing, appearing by the entrance to the kitchen with a wide smile, holding out a box of muggle chocolate you knew Molly and Arthur were fond of.

"Oh y/n dear!" Molly says, rushing over to you to pull you into a warm hug. She pulls back and takes your face in her hands as if inspecting you in her maternal way. "You just get prettier, doesn't she Arthur? Are you hungry dear? Dinner shouldn't be long now," she says pulling back.

"Starving, been looking forward to this all week," you smile with an enthusiastic nod, seeing her face light up as you hand her the chocolates which she promptly thanks you for before you turn to Arthur who stands with his hand clutching his waistcoat, looking like a first class train conductor.

"Very dapper Mr Weasley," you say with a brief raise of your eyebrows as you take in his very formal appearance, suddenly feeling a little underdressed in your simple tea dress and cardigan. He bows his head at you with an over dramatic flair whilst laughing and you curtesy back at him, not missing George's glare at the mocking formality, smiling as you hear Fred let out a huff of laughter behind you.

"Why thank you miss y/l/n, or Weasley-to-be should I say," Arthur smiles then reaches out and pats your shoulder warmly before he walks off to get a drink, being chastised immediately by Molly for using one of the good glasses she'd just washed. You walk over to Fred who immediately pulls you in closer and presses a kiss to your head as you both grab a drink from the table before walking over to the little loveseat in the corner.

"Where's Ang?" George says suddenly nervous when his girlfriend doesn't appear after you.

"She's just fetching something, won't be long," you say, beginning to take a seat on the sofa until you're pulled into Fred's lap.

"Hi?" Angelina says as she steps out of the fire nervously and immediately George is racing over to her, followed closely by Molly and then Arthur.

"Oh lovely girls!" Molly says as she pulls you both over to the kitchen after she'd been introduced to Angelina. You see Arthur pull the boys to one side and can't help but smile as you imagine them getting a talking to, man to man where you can't overhear.

"What the bloody hell's he doing here?" George says a little while later as you all sit with a drink, waiting for the meal to be finished, seeing Ron walking grumpily down the stairs and rounding the corner to the kitchen. He looks glum, slumped over as he shuffles his body about, a creased burgundy T-shirt haphazardly thrown on with his plaid pyjamas. He pauses and says a brief hello to you all before making his way towards the fridge to pull out a drink, immediately tailed by Molly who runs after him calling out about not eating this or that as it's for dinner.

"He's a little glum, had a fight with Hermione," Arthur explains quietly, leaning in to you all as if he's telling you the secret of the century, before tapping the side of his nose, prompting you all to keep hushed about it.

"So he's joining us?" Fred asks from beside you, taking a swig of his Knotgrass mead.

"Afraid so boys, and girls," Arthur says, leaning back in his chair, linking his fingers over his belly, frowning gently in the direction of his moping youngest son. George immediately groans and you can't help but stifle a laugh as his displeasure, turning your head into Fred's shoulder to disguise it.

"Dinners ready," Molly says with a smile as she gestures you all to move towards the table, keeping he tone airy and formal as she guides Angelina by the shoulders to sit at the table beside George. You and Fred share a look of utter delight as you sit down at the opposite side of the table to George and Ang, already anticipating the brutal questioning they were facing.

Ron mopes the entire way through dinner, not even slightly amused by Molly's incessant questioning of what Angelina does for her job, how they met, what her school life was like, her family and every other topic she could think of. Arthur had been gripped when she disclosed that she was the Gryffindor quidditch captain during your last year and the conversation had quickly drifted to quidditch in general as the twins added in stories and quips of their time on the team with Angelina before they were banned by Umbridge. Ron had barely added two words despite being on the team as well and instead had grumbled his way through a reply about a certain game versus Slytherin where he insisted they were using dirty tactics.

"What's for pudding?" Ron asks with a mouthful of food, helping himself to seconds or rather thirds after everyone had already finished. Molly instantly calls him out for his bad manners before turning to Angelina with an apologetic smile, ignoring her youngest son until everyone had clearly finished.

"Trifle for pudding!" She announces, standing up excitedly and rushes over to the counter to gather the rather ornately decorated trifle in the big bowl as Arthur clears the plates with a flick of his wand.

"Will you stop moaning Ronald!" You hear from the kitchen as Ron follows Molly in to help fetch the dessert plates and you can't help but let out a chuckle at the noise, laughing a little quieter than your fiancé next to you, who doesn't hold back his cackle. George still looks thoroughly unimpressed, thinking that Ron was stealing the night away from him and Angelina and you take a sip of your butterbeer with a smirk on your face, enjoying the Weasley drama unfolding around you.

Pudding was had, a great success all around and you helped Molly clear plates despite her protest as everyone made their way into the lounge. Molly had sent you in with after dinner mints that you placed onto the coffee table before sitting down next to Fred, watching as Arthur tucks into the mint chocolates almost immediately.

"Ronald Billius Weasley you are spoiling this night, if you cannot stop moping you are welcome to retire upstairs!" Molly shouts from the kitchen,

"Don't see why it's such a performance, y/n's been coming round since they were in third year," Ron mumbles as he slumps into the armchair in the lounge, blissfully ignorant of the harsh glare that Molly was shooting into the back of his head.

"Ronald you'll respect you're mother, she's gone to a lot of trouble tonight," Arthur says, stepping in.

"Too much," George mumbles under his breath and once again you find yourself biting the inside of your cheek to stop smiling or laughing.

"It may have escaped your notice Ronald, but both of your brothers have girlfriends now, at the same time, whom they have brought for dinner. If you weren't as temperamental as a hippogriff perhaps Hermione would have joined us too!" Molly says, walking Ron with the tea towel that was tucked into her apron.

Sensing a full blown argument about to erupt between mother and son, which of course Arthur would be dragged into and no doubt the twins at a later point, and then you, you share a poignant look with Fred, silently conversing as you try to decide if now was the right time. Fred stands suddenly and clears his throat, immediately getting the attention of his parents.

"I'd like to say something," Fred says, suddenly feeling a little nervous as every pair of eyes trains in on him, not that he's not used to that of course. He looks to you and reaches out his hand for you to hold as he shoots you a little smile, seemingly summoning courage from your touch.

"You've set a date?!" Molly says excitedly, her tea towel holding hand stopping midair as she focuses her attention of the older twin.

"For the wedding? No," he says with a smirk, knowing it would infuriate his mother to give such a vague reply. She huffs but never takes her eyes off him as a few seconds of silent anticipation pass. The hand holding yours slowly pulls you up off the couch and he instinctively pulls you into his side, your hand wrapping around his waist as you share a smile. He then turns back to look at his mum before slipping his other hand down to rest on the small curve of your lower abdomen, cradling the sacred present inside of you.

"Y/n’s pregnant," he says with a glowing smirk, never taking his hand off your tiny but growing bump as he kissed your head.

Molly is frozen for a second as you can almost see the cogs going around in her mind as she processes the information, her gaze firmly cemented upon Fred's hand on your belly.

Mere seconds later she erupts into a loud squeal of pure delight, running forward to pull you into her arms, knocking Fred out of the way as you laugh in her hold, tears forming in your eyes as her utter delight. Arthur immediately walks over to Fred with a shocked but immensely proud smile on his face and pulls his son into his arms, giving him a strong fatherly hug as he pats his back. Molly breaks away from you, immediately placing her hand on your bump and muttering absolute unintelligible nonsense as she speaks over herself, every thought pouring out at once. She then launches at Fred and cries in delight as she pulls him into a hug, words still falling from her mouth as she rambles about how pleased she is and how proud she is.

Arthur walks up to you and pulls you into a hug too and for the briefest second you can tell that he is crying, tears falling down his cheeks as he wordlessly holds you tenderly.

"Arthur, we're going to be grandparents!" Molly beams, almost bouncing with delight as she claps her hands together after wiping her eyes.

"Indeed we are Molly, how wonderful," Arthur says, taking hold of his wife as they embrace excitedly.

Fred suddenly reaches for you and pulls you back into his side, stroking your back absently as you both watch his parents react to your news.

It was everything you'd hoped for and more, seeing their reaction and you couldn't help but dab at your own eyes, the emotions and joy overwhelming you. Fred notices, of course he does, and pulls you in for a kiss. You can see that he's also a little misty eyed at the sight and it only warms your heart further to see.

Ron comes up to you and congratulates you, giving you the most awkward side hug imaginable despite being friends for years. He then gets pulled in by his big brother and they do a little manly back pat that makes you chuckle.

"You know," Ron begins to say, though his tone has dropped once again as he mumbles his way through the words. Molly immediately senses him about to ruin the moment and viciously points her finger at him in warning which seems to build the tension again as everyone watches in nervous anticipation.

"I actually have something to say too," Angelina says, raising her hand to deflect the attention away from Ron. You look up at her with a knowing smile as she glances at you and you subtly nod your head to her, encouraging her to go on. She then turns to George with a little nervous smile and you can't help but watch with rapt attention as she takes his hand, seeing his utter confusion as her gaze flicks between George and Molly. "I'm also pregnant."

Dead silence fills the room following Angelina's words, everyone except you utterly shocked by the revelation, but none more so than George.

"Are you, are you happy?" She asks George, seeing him still frozen in place.

"He certainly looks happy," Fred quips, earning a swift nudge to the ribs from you.

"Yeah, yeah of course," George says quietly, though you can see that he's not fully convinced of his answer, still in shock. You knew George well enough that he would be overjoyed by the news ordinarily, he just needed to let it sink in. After a few tense moments, he suddenly turns to Angelina and smiles goofily, looking down at her still flat belly before she pulls him in for a kiss. It's heartwarming to see and you can't help but clutch Fred a little tighter as your pregnancy emotions heighten the joy you feel.

"Two babies?!" Molly shouts suddenly, her arms waving in the air as the double realisation hits her, bouncing in the spot as she turns and clings to Arthur.

"Uh, three, I guess, actually," you say with a grin as Fred chuckles beside you, resting his hand on your belly again and stroking the two growing babies inside you. Molly and Arthur let out perfectly synchronised gasps as Molly's giddiness doubles. Suddenly she turns to Angelina with a waiting look and Angelina chuckles, holding her hands up.

"Just three, at least I think," she laughs and within moments Molly is reaching for her and pulling her into a giant hug as Arthur reaches for George and embraces him exactly as he had Fred. 

"You knew?" Fred whispers in your ear and you nod in reply, shooting him a cheeky, innocent smile that fools no one.

After Arthur and George part, Fred drops his hold of you and walks straight to George to congratulate him, wrapping him in a close embrace. You reach out for Angelina and you link hands, both doted on by Molly who keeps babbling about 'lovely girls' and 'three babies' with utter joy.

"This calls for a celebration I think!"

[t1oui]

chaotic bcj headcanons bc i have brainrot about this man OFTEN

italian, greek (mum), british, and spanish (dad)

grew up in italy, it's his first language (he was invited to hogwarts bc his dad works for the ministry)

can learn a language in about 2 seconds

speaks italian, english, greek, and spanish (only learned it to spite his dad who can't speak spanish)

almost sorted into ravenclaw, he was nearly a hatstall

likes to spend his time pointing out all the reasons why english sucks (he is probably the best english speaker of all his friends and he wasn't fluent till he was 11 (they've been speaking english their entire lives))

very tall. it is literally impossible to lose this man in a crowd

loves to swim but gets pissy if the water's too warm

is a sub 100%. if evan is ace he's still a sub but in a nonsexual way

he's crazy in the way that all smart people are a lil crazy because nobody fully understands him (read: he's best friends with lily evans)

makes fun of jegulus for being jealous but will throw hands if someone smiles at evan from across the great hall

in constant need of piggyback rides but too tall to get them from anybody but remus

love language is physical touch, if he is not touching someone at all times he gets anxious

this usually means holding hands with his friends... and biting evan

worships the ground his bf walks on daily <3

never studies but has perfect grades

loves dying his hair, usually green but also random colors like red and purple and blue (pandora's favorite color)

once sirius dyed barty's hair hot pink to get back at him for who knows what it's barty but barty actually loved it (sirius was PISSED)

bisexual

happily asks evan to give him pictures to wank to (evan obliges)

have i mentioned he's a total fucking simp. yeah

was quidditch commentator for 2 seconds before mcgonagall fired him (he kept gossiping about the players)

actually loves people so deeply it hurts (james does the same thing but his love for people is on the surface while barty hides his most of the time)

hella adhd

insists on being the little spoon, can't sleep otherwise

has a ton of piercings and is completely COVERED in tattoos (at least half are dedicated to evan, the other half to the rest of his friends (including the gryffindors, especially lily!!))

mama's boy, like this man brings up his mom every 6 seconds, he thinks she's the smartest person on earth (other than evan ofc)

has a lot in common with james (as seen above), barty beefs with him for about a month and then realizes james is actually super chill (james and evan were already friends lol)

the biggest fuck you to his dad? not only does he hate politics, he wants to be an artist

likes painting just fine, and drawing is ok (he mostly just draws evan and the skittles, sometimes others like lily and james), but he LOVES ceramics

is an amazing cook, spends a lot of time in the kitchens with the house elves

(in a world without voldemort, he and hermione granger would get along very well)

favorite subjects are charms and defense against the dark arts (y'all remember when he was actually kind of a good dada professor in gof? yeah)

my computer's about to die so i'll leave it here, might add more later tho <3

[shelbgrey]

Your Breaking My Heart (Neville Longbottom)

Paring: Neville Longbottom X Ravenclaw!Lestrange!Reader

Summary: a secret that you've been hiding from your Boyfriend Neville is finally revealed.

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I felt my stomach turn when I saw the daily prophet. The front page showed my mother and her sinister and psychotic smile. My heart pounded against my ribs as Neville slammed the paper down. “they'll find her Nev” I mumbled.

“she'll pay for what she did” I said taking his hand. He had yet to find out Bellatrix was my mother. I regret never telling him and I truly did but after finding out she was the one behind Neville's parents demise I couldn't bring myself to tell him.

Not even my cousin Draco wanted to tell anyone. It was like a dark family secret. As far as the school was concerned I was Draco's sister when in reality my mother didn't want me and Draco's mom did.

“how did she even escape?” Dean scoffed taking the the paper away from Neville's line of site.

I gulped and pushed my plate of food towards Ron knowing my best friend would scarf it down in seconds. I looked over my shoulder towards my cousins table and saw he looked paler than ever as he stared at the daily prophet. His "girlfriend" Pansy and quite the opposite reaction. She didn't like me too much and she made it that perfectly clear many times. She looked over at me and snikered.

“flower?” Neville said softly making me turn back around. “hmm?” I asked resting my chin in the palm of my hand.

“are you alright?” he asked softly. “I'm fine” I said giving him a fake smile he saw right through. I know he did. It's getting harder and harder to keep it a secret and the pain of regrets keeps stinging my heart.

Suddenly someone came up between me and Neville slamming the daily prophet on the table. “bloody hell Malfoy, have you seen this?” it was Pansy and she had a concerned face that was obviously fake.

“what do you want Parkensons?” Harry asked bitterly. Pansy shrugged “just wanted to know how Y/n's reunion went with mummy” she snikered. Neville and our friends looked at us in confusion.

“y/n is a Malfoy” Neville Said looking at me confused. I looked down and fiddled with a loose string on my sleeve.

“y/n, what is she talking about?” Hermione asked softly. Neville gently touched my hand and is shot up from the bench. “I'm gonna be sick” I said racing out of the great hall.

Hermione quickly followed with a fuming Draco on her tail. “what in God's name did you Do!” Draco growled as he passed the Slytherin girl.

When I got to the bathroom it felt like I just spilled my breakfast and my guts in the toilet. The world felt like it was crumbling around me. I let out a sob as I slid down the wall of the bathroom. As my but hit the ground Hermione slowly opened the door with Draco behind her.

“y/n?” she asked softly. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them as I let out another sob. Hermione wrapped her arms around me and let me cry as Draco paced back and forth in front of us.

“I'm gonna rip her lungs out!” he growled. Hermione shushed him quietly. “malfoy please...”

After about ten minutes of tears and ten minutes of Draco's plans of Pansy's demise I finally had the guts to look up at the world around me.

“y/n... Is it true? Is she your mum?” Hermione asked quietly. My expression turned sour, not towards Hermione but to the person who gave birth to me. “she not my mum... She just the woman who gave birth to me... She doesn't even care about me”

“what happened? Is she after you?” Hermione asked. Draco scoffed and crossed his arms. “honestly I doubt the nut even remembers”

I looked down and spoke. “she gave birth to me and I guess she just got one glance at me and decided she did not want me... Draco's mother, my aunt did so the malfoy's raised me”

“so your cousins... Not siblings” Hermione asked. Draco snapped his fingers and pointed to the Gryffindor. “ding ding... Ten points for Gryffindor Granger cracked the case”

I rolled my eyes not wanting to hear my cousin insult my friends. “Draco stop”

“My mother also torchored Neville's parents...how am I supposed to explain to the boy I love that my mother basically killed his parents... How am i-i” I started to shake the more I thought of it tears started to form as I looked at Hermione pleaded for help.

“I-I don't know” Hermione sighed. For the first time ever the genius Gryffindor had now answers. She so desperately wanted to help but I was right, how do you explain something like that.

After a few minutes of silence Neville stormed in with concern painted over his face.

“Love, what happened back there?”

I sighed and looked over at Hermione. She nodded pulled Draco out so me and Neville were alone. As soon as they were gone tears pooled my eyes as Neville stood before me.

“I'm sorry...”

Neville not knowing how to respond asked the question everyone wanted the answer too.

“is Bellatrix Lestrange your mother?”

“yes..”

Neville nodded trying to keep his cool as his heart beat increased. “why didn't you tell me?”

I shrugged not wanting to meet his heartbroken expression. How could I explain any of this. My mother practically destroyed his mother.

“I don't know”

Neville shook his head. “that's not good enough” he tried to walk away but I grabbed his sleeve.

“Neville, please” I whimpered as tears flood down my red cheeks. Neville not knowing what to do or how to deal with this raging anger snatched his hand away and slammed the door shut behind him.

--------( ....... )--------

“figured I'd find you here” I mumbled as I walked into the greenhouse. Neville didn't look up and continued to silently water his plants.

I sigh and walk deeper into the muggy building. Neville avoided me all together as I tried to explain myself... Hell there is no explanation or excuses for what I hid from him. I deserved it but he needed to know I was sorry...I needed to know I wasn't gonna lose him.

I sighed. “nev you can't ignore me forever”

Neville slammed the watering can on the tabe making me jump back slightly. He finally looked up at me but his eyes held nothing but anger. “I have nothing, Nothing! To say to you... You lied to me! I shared everything with you and you didn't have the decentcy to tell me about your mother!?”

I never seen him this angry, hell I've never seen him angry period, but his rathed scared me. I gulped and slightly back up till my back hit one of the tables. “I didn't know how to tell you” I mumbled as tears pricked my eyes.

Neville scoffed and agressevelly ran his fingers through his hair as he paced. “didn't know” he mocked quietly. He then stopped and stared at me with hate and sadness.

“why are you even here?” I shrugged and looked down. “I don't know... ” I mumbled not meeting his gaze.

Neville scoffed. “I don't know either” I looked up at him as tears pooled my eyes.

“I-I needed to know if your still... If we're..” I couldn't find the right words as the weight just got hevyer and hevyer.

“together?” he asked like he was surprised I would even ask that. “I-I don't k-know... Right now I just need to process this”

I nodded staring At the grass covered floor. Without another word and walk towards the door.

I stopped and looked over my shoulder. “no matter what you'll always be the only good thing in my life... Rather you decide to stick with me or not” after that I left.

--------( ....... )--------

“hello, I'm hear to visit Mr. And Mrs. Longbottom” I said softly to the secretary. The lady looked up surprised. The only visitors the couple got was Neville and his Gran.

She stacked her papers quickly and stuttered in shock. “umm.. Relative?” she asked. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and looked down. “Frank Longbottom is my Uncle” I said trying to come up with a good lie. The secretary nodded giving me a visitor pass. I thanked her and left the front desk.

Her soft voice made me stop “umm I may warn you about your uncle” I stop as she said that. The hole situation made my stomach turn. I don't need to be remind about what my mother did to my boyfriend... ex boyfriend's family.

“I'm aware of the situation.... Thank you for the concern” I said nodding to her and walking towards the room where they were most likely in. Neville told me about it.

I silently stared at the white door with guilt. On the other side of the door was the broken family. My mother... My family and blood was responsible for it. I wasn't like her and I was scared to death to be like her... Which is probably why I was led hear. By my mind? Ravenclaws use their heads or maybe it was something sapy like my heart.

My hand reached for the door knob and slowly opened it. I was surprised about how bright it was. It was happy in a depressing sort of way. You could look at it as a sterotipical nut house, but the only way I could discribe it as this. It looked like a daycare center. It had the sun shing in the windows and some of the patents were playing board games or mindlessly watching cartoons like Tom and Jerry or loony toons.

I looked around and finally I saw them in the corner. You couldn't miss them. Not because of how they acted but you could just tell. Neville looks a lot like his mum. Dispite the emptiness in her eyes she was beautiful. She set at a small wooden table coloring. It was very child-like. She sat indian style and scribbled with crayons. Her husband... Neville's father just paced back and forth as his fingers traced the bricks that the wall was made of.

I quietly sat down in front of her and smiled. “hello Mrs. Longbottom” she didn't respond and scribbled some more. I looked at her parchment and there was dozens of sun flowers.

I sighed and fiddled with my fingers on the table. A neverus habit I've had since 1st year. Mrs. Longbottom looked up and slightly poked my hands with a yellow crayon. I slightly chuckled but at the same time I wanted to cry. If Neville saw my fidgeting with my hands he'd know I was nervous and hold my hand.

“I'm sorry this happened to you” I mumbled as tears pricked my eyes. “... I'm so sorry”

She looked up at me like a small child wood and handed me blue crayon. I smiled softly and took the crayon, Kindness definitely runs in the family. Mrs. Longbottom smiled like a child even if her child held nothing but emptiness. But Neville had her smile.

--------(Neville's pov)--------

I walked into the front entrance silently. The secretary that always sat in the front office smile at me. “hello Neville... Here to see your parents?” I smiled softly and nodded holding up the Sunflower I brought for my mother.

“oh and Neville” the secretary said making me stop. “your father's niece is visiting today.. You might see her” looked at her confused for a second. As far as I was concerned the only family members left was me and Gran. I quickly shook it off wanting to know who lied to see my parents. “thank you” I said before walking off.

I didn't know if felt angry or scared. I couldn't think of anyone who would sneak in. The only people aside from Gran who knew was Y/n and Harry. I knew Harry wouldn't visit out of respect for me because I told him not to. Y/n on the other hand well...she'd be really dumb to show up now.

To be honest I wasn't angry at her anymore. In her defense she didn't know and I hate myself for hurting her. I wanted to talk to her so badly but I couldn't bring myself to look at the girl I broke. I hate knowing I caused her tears. She was always been there for me and at her time of need I stomped on her heart.

I turned down the hallway and into the room I knew the nurses kept them. I stopped in my tracks of what I saw. My mother was mindlessly coloring while y/n sat across from her. I was about to walk off. The sight made my heart clench.

“you would be proud of your son” that made me stop. I looked at he two and leaned on the door frame so I could listen.

--------(1st pov)--------

I guess I hoped she'd perk up at the sound of her son's name, but nothing. I sighed and played with the blue crayon she gave me. “when I'm scared I don't talk either...”

I admit that not knowing Neville was listening. “you may feel like your alone and there's no one to listen but... There is” I looked up and the mother was still coloring flowers. “you don't have to speak.. I realize how difficult that is... Well you don't even have too.. Maybe you can just show me in one of your drawings or something”

She had yet to respond. I sighed. Someone then came and placed her hand on my shoulder. I looked up and it was one of the nurses. “I'm sorry but visiting hours are almost over” I sighed not realizing how much time I spent.

I looked at the couple and tears formed my eyes once again. “I'm sorry..” I said nothing eles and started to walk away.

I didn't notice quite yet but Mrs. Longbottom slowly followed me mindlessly. I turned around and she silently handed me the piece of parchment she was coloring on. I smiled when I saw the childish but beautiful sunflowers. “thank you ma'am”

I walked out of the room and I immediately bump into someone. "I'm so sorry" I looked up and saw it was Neville. He looked so tired and broken. He chocolate brown eyes didn't look alive anymore just sad. “hi Neville” I mumbled looking down.

“didn't expect to see you here”

“I'm sorry.. I promise I'm leaving” I tried to leave but Neville grabbed my hand. “please don't leave” I looked at him with sad eyes as he let go of my hand.

“I should be the one aplagizing” he mumbled looking down. “you've always been there for me and always had my back... A-and when you needed me most I-I turned my back on you”

He looked down ashamed and started to tear up. Neville had always been a sensitive guy and that never bothered me. I found it quite adorable but his tears made my heart hurt more. The whole situation did.

“it's okay Nev” I moved closer to him and placed my hand on his cheek wiping the tears. He seemed to lean into the touch but he backed away. “it's not okay... This whole situation... This fight isn't okay”

“the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you” he said locking his brown eyes with my e/c ones. “I worked too damn hard to be with you and things got tough I left”

I closed the gap between us and held him tight. I snuggled my face in to his chest and held him like I was afraid he'll disappear. I missed the way he held me. I missed the safety I felt when I was with him. He may seem shy and weak to everyone else but he was the strongest boy I knew and he never shyed away when it came to protecting me and our friends.

“I missed you” I mumbled. “I missed you too Love” I felt his head nussel my hair then kiss the top of my head.

“we'll get through this together... I promise you” Neville mumbled as he held me righter.

[parkerdrabbles]

The Corruption Of Hermione Granger - Prologue

Pairing: Draco x Hermione

Summary:

Draco

I am tired of Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's little Princess, acting like she does no wrong. Acting as if she doesn't want the bloody shit banged out of her. So, I devised a plan - a plan she will have no issue getting that little nose stuck right into. My plan is to not only expose that she has deep, dark fantasies just like the rest of us at Hogwarts, that she's not all pure and innocent, but also to corrupt her. Break her. Someone has to. And God be damned, it will be me. I hate her, but God, I can't resist her either. And that scares me.

Hermione

With everything going on, I just want to focus on my studies, keep my head down. I want things to feel as normal as they possibly can be. Only, when I end up falling for none other than one of Draco Malfoy's traps, a book full of things that make me blush whenever I think of them, now that he has trapped me, he won't let me go so easily. I hate him, but I can't resist him, either. And that scares me.

Warnings: sexual content, oral sex, anal sex, spanking, choking, use of food in a sexual manner, just lots of smutty stuff

Authors Note: This is a multi part mini smut series that just came to my mind one day, if this does well, I will write more :)

Draco

•••

The plan is brilliant.

Perfect, really.

The bait will surely draw her in - one of those erotic romance novels I stole from my mum’s bedroom - it was so bloody easy to snag too, she won’t miss it - and there is no way that nosy little Mudblood would be able to resist opening it.

I have left the book, The Dark Knight it’s called, in her favorite spot to read; at the very back of the library, in the Restricted Section of course, in the last isle, where she spends hours and hours drowning in countless other worlds she wishes to visit, pathetic really, or studying for her tests until she is so exhausted, that her eyes droop shut and she is suddenly constantly trying to keep herself awake.

She has a habit of getting that nose into places it doesn’t belong, so she will have no problem getting it stuck right into my trap.

I want to expose her to the whole of Hogwarts – I want them to see that their little, innocent, Gryffindor princess is anything but. I want them to know the nasty desires that float around in her brain, and when I’m done with her, I want her to so corrupted that it shines so bright, it’s blinding.

That’s right.

I want to corrupt Hermione Granger.

Once and for all; someone needs to.

And I will have a bloody fun time doing it.

•••

Hermione

•••

I could have sworn that book hasn’t been there the last 347,000 times I’ve visited this place.

I eye the colorful book tucked cozy against the window, squinting to make out the cover.

It has beautiful binding, and on the front is a fiery redheaded woman, with her legs wrapped around the torso of a knight, his armored fingers tangling in her loose curls.

No, that definitely wasn’t there before.

Curiously, I approach the book, my wand held out in front of me, bathing my surroundings in pale blue light.

Once I get to the book, I just stare at it.

Who could have left this here?

I look to my left, then to my right, reach out to grab the book, but hesitate, pivoting back a step.

For God’s sake, Hermione. Just pick up the bloody book.

I look around once more, before picking up the book, running my fingers over the marred pages.

There are romance books in the restricted section, however, none quite as beautiful and as interesting as this.

I walk toward my usual spot and slide to the floor, holding my wand up to read the title.

The Dark Knight.

I flip open to the first page, and it’s a moving photo of the redhead and the Knight, talking animatedly in a beautiful courtyard.

I read the first few pages, completely leaving Hogwarts behind, falling into this world with the redhead and the Knight.

I was devouring the book, until I turned a page and what I saw made a blush make it’s way from my cheeks down to my neck.

It was a moving image of the two, arms wrapped around each other, tongues in each others mouths, both seeming desperate for more.

Of course I have seen people kissing before; both in books, and movies on the television back home, but none had ever been this…what’s the word?

Sexual?

I quickly closed the book and backed away, blushing madly.

Don’t be an idiot, just read it!

I slowly open the book again, and when I turn the page, my blush only deepens. Now the knight has her pressed against the wall, peppering kisses down her fragile throat, his helmet off.

Slight moans can be heard coming from both the Knight and the woman, and I bite my lip, half because I feel a tingling in my lower abdomen I have felt all but a few times, and half because I’m praying that nobody can hear what’s coming out of the book.

I utter a silencing charm

I quickly turn the page, and even more is happening.

Now, the woman is bent over his knee, his hand guiding her dress up over her ankles and her curvy hips and ass.

I sigh, the feeling in my abdomen sinking lower and lower, and the next page is where I come undone.

The redhead is on her knees, staring up at the knight with stars in her eyes, unzipping his pants.

Oh, my fuck.

I lean back against the book shelf, spreading my legs, propping the book up opposite me, leaving my wand on the floor to illuminate the pages.

I push my blue nightgown up over my white panties, seeing the arousal starting to peek through the fabric.

Only one thought runs through my mind right now.

I need more. I need more.

I flip the page and the woman is bobbing her head, sucking the Knight’s cock, his head facing toward the ceiling in pleasure.

My fingers travel down to my breast and I squeeze, trembling with need. My other hand snakes down to my panties, where I begin to rub my sensitive clit.

My face screws up with pleasure, and I can’t help the small moan that escapes my lips. I quickly cover my mouth and look around.

Silence and darkness surround me.

Once I am sure nobody is around, I turn the page, and the knight has one of the woman’s breasts in his mouth, his hand rubbing her wet, bare sex.

I desperately push my panties to the side, and begin rubbing vigorously, my head falling back against the shelf behind me.

“Yes, yes, please,” I beg to no one in particular.

Now, he has her bent over, positioning his cock at her entrance.

Stars explode behind my eyes as I continue to rub myself, eyes squeezed shut.

Oh my God, I’m so close.

And then, the sound of something being knocked over in the distance makes the blood freeze in my veins.

For a second, I just sit there, listening, then I spring into action, putting my wand out and picking up the book.

There are slight footsteps, and they are getting closer.

I quickly shove the book back against the window where it came from, pull my robes around me, and silently run through the isles, hoping, praying, that I won’t be caught.

The footsteps are getting louder, closer.

I crouch behind one of the tables, hugging my legs to my chest, willing whoever it is to just leave.

Please go away, please go away.

The footsteps stop for a few seconds, and I hold my breath, heart racing in my chest.

Then, finally, the footsteps go back the way they came, echoing off the walls, back into the distance.

Nobody has to tell me twice to get the bloody hell out of here.

And, with that, I run for the door, out into the halls, disappearing into the darkness.

Draco

•••

I watch from the shadows as Hermione runs out the door, robes flying out behind her, that skimpy little nightgown rising up the length of her legs, and smirk.

It worked.

She took the bait.

I grin at the thought of Gryffindor’s little innocent Princess getting off in the back of the library, legs spread, cheeks flushed red.

My cock hardens at the thought – the thought of her coming back for more.

And she will. I know that much. I know how stubborn and insistent she is, when she is on a mission, she doesn’t stop until the mission is complete.

And, I think her next trip, she just might get an unexpected visitor.

I take one last glance over at The Dark Knight, before sliding my hands into my pockets and walking out.

I can’t wait to expose that Granger is just as sexually frustrated and aroused as the rest of us, how she is anything but innocent – she rubbed herself in the bloody library for christ’s sake.

It's either I expose her, or I corrupt her – teach her a lesson.

It’s one or the other, and you best bloody believe it will be the second option.