#hermione is a thief

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Chapter 13

in its entirety.

The estate was quite nice. Draco appreciated the abundance of trees and debris blocking a clear path from Flamel’s home to Zabini’s.

“So many windows.” Granger expressed with a bit of awe in her voice. Windows, for a home, were good. They let in natural light, prevented the place from feeling drab and dreary.

But for their purposes, there were just a bit too many, for Draco’s liking. He would make sure to charm them all to prevent anyone from seeing in.

“The kitchen!” Ginny gasped to Granger, and the girls immediately started to explore the cabinetry and refrigerators. It was fully stocked, of course, which Draco appreciated.

“There’s a gym in here!” Harry announced from down the hall during some point of the tour led by Zabini himself. “And a pool,” Seamus had exclaimed as he looked out the massive windows overlooking the terrace and outdoor pool.

Theo rolled his eyes, often, as Zabini continued to charm all his newest tenants with the vast beauty of his (second)home.

Draco had these sort of luxuries before in his life. A time that, now, seemed so long ago. Granted, he wasn’t hurting financially as a grown man free from the constraints of a pureblood high society.

He had quite a bit of money in the bank and he did well for himself(obviously). But it wasn’t anything compared to the wealth he might have gained if he had agreed to marry Astoria. If he had gone through with it.

Granger found him in the kitchen sometime later, pulling a pack of chocolate chip cookies from the pantry.

She smiled at him and it was that bright, open smile he had become accustomed to. He had to admit, as he leaned his hip up against he grand kitchen island and watched her open the fridge, that he had had a moment of doubt last night. When her eyes had, for a brief moment, showed him something more than the usual light and joy that she exuded around him.

He had been openly flirting with her. Both he and Theo had been and it was the first time she looked flustered around them. The first time she had looked withdrawn. Even if it was for only a second.

She pulled out a bowl of fresh blueberries and strawberries and set it on the kitchen island in front of him. Her brow lifted before she accioed the cookies and sent them back into the pantry.

“Here,” Her hand pushed the bowl closer to him.

Draco grimaced but obeyed. He picked up a fat little blueberry and popped it into his mouth.

Draco watched her as she ran a hand over the counter, appreciating the intricate veins of white marble beneath the surface of the rock. He appreciated the way her lashes fanned over her cheeks as she stared down. The slight curve to her nose. The beauty mark on the the side of the bridge, near the corner of her eye.

“My family disowned me,” He said it, without really understanding why. But something about this house and the way she seemed to admire the beauty of it propelled the truth from him.

Her eyes lifted to his and they were wide with surprise.

“Because of Astoria,” he added before biting into a strawberry.

“Even your mother?”

Talk of his mother wasn’t something he did openly. Or even at all. Not in at least fifteen years. Whenever anyone of his family came up, he usually clumped everyone together into the same category. His father, his grandfather, cousins...his mother.

Because, while she had not openly expressed that he should be cut off, his mother had not fought his father. Who was viciously angry with Draco, of course. His mother had been disappointed, cried even, when he had returned to the manor after running out on Astoria. But when his father swore to disown him, she had said nothing and Draco had accepted it as his fate.

“Even my mother.”

She frowned and glanced down at the bowl of fruit he continued plucking through. “Why did you wait until the day of the wedding?” Her voice was gentle but cautious.

Draco chewed on a strawberry as he considered the promise he made to himself the other day. The day he had learned something about her she hadn’t herself shared.

He swallowed and shrugged. “I was only twenty and I was terribly stunted, emotionally that is.” She almost smiled and so he did. “Still am.”

Granger shook her head, her lips pulling up. “Aren’t we all?”

Draco nodded and looked down at his fingers as they picked up a blueberry, rolled it around between them. “I was ordered to do things, sometimes by my own family, that I never wanted to do. And the day of the wedding, I realized that it was just another thing I was being ordered to do. I was going in, blind. I realized that the rest of my life was going to be a series of things I didn’t want to do. So, I began to panic. Hyperventilate, twist your stomach in knots until I puked kind of panic. You know it?”

She nodded furiously, her lip caught between her teeth. Her bright eyes on his.

“Theo found me like that. On my hands and knees, in front of the toilet. Instead of trying to talk me out of marrying her, or trying to convince me that everything would be fine, he asked me if I wanted to go with him to Monte Carlo.”

“And you did.”

He nodded. "Not initially. I walked up to that alter, and stood there, watching her walk toward me. Then I turned to Theo, who was still standing at my side and told him that I wanted to go to Monte Carlo." He frowned, sheepishly.

"I could have been more honest with Tori but,” he paused and looked around the kitchen. The crown moldings, the large windows and fancy appliances. “She was already planning on building a home like this.” He gestured to the kitchen around them. “She was planning what kind of charity events we would go to, where to donate our money. It was like listening to my mother talk. And Just like my mother, she was also trying to ensure that my family remained in good standing, socially. And my mother was doing it, so that my father could continue to do what? Be vile? I don't know. I might be a thief but don’t want to be vile. Not anymore.”

Granger shook her head.

“I was vile to you once upon a time.”

Her eyes softened as she tilted her head. Granger’s hand reached for his. “You’re not vile.”

He smiled at her as he continued to graze and they shared a moment of quiet as her hand remained clinging to his.

“Theo is my family.” He said, smiling gently at the confession. Because no matter what, through every shitty decision Draco made, and every life altering event, Theo had been there.

“I obliviated my family.” Was her response. “When I was seventeen.”

“Because of...?” He didn’t finished. He still didn’t speak the dark wizard's name. Not out of fear, nor respect. But out of shame for a past he was unable to escape, no matter how hard he tried.

She nodded. “They don’t remember me, or who they were. I tried to reverse it but,” She shrugged. Her voice was steady, but her eyes were downcast, in shame. “I don’t have any family.”

“You do, though.” He turned his hand, so that their palms were pressed together and his thumb began to soothe the backs of her knuckles. “You have Potter and Ginny.”

She shook her head. “I sometimes have Harry.” She paused and watched as she threaded their fingers together. “I have Theo.” She admitted it, quietly. Cautiously.

“And you have me.” Draco lifted their linked hands to his mouth and grazed the tips of her fingers to his lips. “You and I have been through the wringer, yeah? I was, at one point, unworthy of your affections.”

She put his hand to her cheek and leaned into it. “Not anymore.”

Granger’s bright, brown eyes settled onto his and he knew it was only a matter of time before whatever was between them would ignite. It was like a fuse, slowly initiating a charge between two explosive components.

There was something inside of him that was growing and gnawing at him. It was uncomfortable and exciting all at once. He wanted to wrap his arms around his chest and keep whatever it was, there. Because really it felt like it might burst out of him one day. And he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it.

Theo erupted into the kitchen, sufficiently pulling their eyes away from one another. But Draco didn’t let go of her hand. And that micromomentary look from last night was back. Only, it wasn’t so micro. It remained, etched into the corners of her eyes and heavy in the deep set of her brows as they pulled down in thought.

Draco realized then, that it was concern! she felt.

“Does that man ever get tired of blowing his own trumpet?” He paused when he saw Granger. “Granger?”

She lowered her eyes to the floor but Theo moved fast, and his hand was on her chin, guiding her eyes back to him. “What’s the matter? What’s going on?” His voice was low and soothing. They flicked to Draco and back to Granger.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.” Theo teased gently as his hand smoothed over her hair, the curls that smelled like sweet tangerines but her hand remained firmly clasped in Draco’s.

“Potter already threw his fancy cloak on and is testing out the boundary line between Zabini’s wards and Flamels.”

Teddy sulked into the kitchen, appearing very much dejected as Theo continued to pet Granger’s hair from her face while Draco continued to play with the tips of her fingers. Brushing them over his lips over and over.

“What’s the matter, Teddy?” Granger asked, that concerned look erased from her face.

Theo slid his arm around her shoulders and scoffed. “He’s mad because we wont let him go with Harry to check the wards around Flamel’s home.”

Teddy slid into a stool at the island and sighed. “I didn’t mean to fuck up.”

“Teddy,” Granger chastised.

“But we got the cross in the end, right?” He reached for a strawberry. “I learned my lesson.”

Draco looked at the boy, considered the young mans eagerness to prove himself. “But, you don’t need to hide under a cloak, Teddy.”

He scoffed and stuffed the strawberry into his mouth.

“Though,” Draco tilted his head. “I do wonder...if I asked you to morph into, I don’t know,” He paused and grinned. “Theo, for example. Could you?”

Teddy looked at Draco with interest and nodded. “Yeah.” He jerked his head at Theo. “Even his distinct eyes.”

Granger snorted and turned her head, stifling her laughter into Theo’s chest. Theo grinned proudly down at the top of her head.

“Well, then cousin, it seems that I have just the job for you.”

Teddy visibly pepped up and

The Potters entered the kitchen with Seamus.

“Zabini left.” Seamus said as he slid into a stool at the massive kitchen island.

“Finally.” Theo rolled his eyes.

“As you well know,” Ginny began to rifle through the cabinetry, pulling out pots and pans. “I am a mother and Harry is a father.”

“You don’t say.” Draco grinned and nipped at the tips of Granger’s pinky.

“And children, you know, they grow hungry.”

“Where are your children?” He tilted his head to look at Harry.

Harry slid into the stool beside Teddy. “They’re with George and Angelina. But I’m due to pick them up.”

“And?” Theo looked bored as he prompted them to get to their point, his fingers now combing through Granger’s soft curls.

“I’m going to bring them here for dinner.”

“Your children?” Theo shook his head. “This isn’t a place for children!”

“Oh, come now, Theo.” Draco was now looking over Ginny’s shoulder as she began to assemble produce onto middle of the island. “This place is perfect for them. There’s a swimming pool, lots of beds and I think there’s a swing set somewhere on the premise.”

“Are you suggesting we have a sleepover with the Potter children?”

Draco shrugged and reached for a juicy looking cherry tomato. “What do you think, Granger?” Draco asked her.

She nodded before she turned her gaze up to Theo who groaned, clearly outranked.

Draco chuckled and reached for another tomato as Ginny set down a stalk of celery.

Her hand smacked his greedy fingers away. “Go wash your hands if you want to help.”

“Help?” Draco watched her tie an apron around her waist.

“Yes, quick. I need you to start tenderizing the brisket.”

He frowned and stepped back, slightly appalled, dropping Granger’s hand. “I’m sorry, what?”

Ginny shooed him over to the sink prompting him to wash his hands.

But it was Granger’s laugh that launched him into action.

Dinner with the Potter children was a lively and educational event. For example, Draco learned that children tended to ask a lot of questions but didn’t ever actually wait for an answer. When Theo or Draco would attempt to answer the youngest's questions about their time as Slytherins, their words were lost to the musings of his own time in the Dungeon common room.

Often, conversation was lost to the chatter of the three children or the little bickering that would occur between the two boys. Teddy and their eldest, James, often fell into deep conversation about other children at school, mainly other witches.

But the Potters didn’t stay over at the massive house. Instead, Ginny forced the children to clean up the dishes before saying goodbye to each adult in the room. Draco never considered children before, but when he watched the way Granger beamed at the little ones, combined with their rather amusing antics, he started to understand the appeal. 

“It’s going to take at least two days to break those wards.” Granger said after dinner from her spot on the corner of a desk in one of the three studies in the manor.

Harry had told her that Flamel’s wards went at least 400 km out from his property line in every direction. Except for where his and Zabini’s property line met.

The group had tried the other two and found both of them lacking in comfort.

Theo was pacing the bookshelves on the east side of the room with a frown. “There’s no personality to these books,” to which Seamus snorted. Theo flipped a hand toward the shelf. “It’s all generic crap. Leather bound academic journals and I honestly think some of these are props.” He pulled a random book out and made a show of opening one. It didn’t open. He tossed it over his shoulder, and into the fireplace. “Prop.” He said in confirmation.

“This desk is too high.” Granger’s feet were dangling rather high from the floor.

Draco grinned because in his study, her feet didn’t reach the floor either, but she could easily slide onto it when she wanted.

He would most definitely not go down on her in this study. But he would most likely kiss there. Here, in this study, or in the kitchen, or the gym. In the halls in between each rooms.

Adjusting himself in the chair behind the desk, Draco frowned. “This chair doesn’t recline enough.”

There was, however, plenty of candy in the house. Draco had found a dish of squishy, fruity bear-shaped gummies that he found to be more enjoyable than the Flavored Beans he normally kept in his home.

Teddy was sprawled out on a chair, his feet propped on an ottoman. “Leather seats” he shuddered and shifted.

Draco lifted a brow at him.

“Too sticky.” He supplied with a grimace.

“I can probably weave a hole into the section of ward that butt up against Zabini’s.” Granger continued to muse.

She had that book in her lap. The one she was writing in back in his study. It was closed but she kept playing with the edges of the pages, as if eager to open it up.

“Theo and I can help while Seamus gets his station set up.” Draco nodded to where Seamus was currently tapping away at the keyboard.

“What about me?” Teddy asked as he fidgeted in his chair. The leather creaked and moaned beneath him.

“You’re going to disguise yourself as one of Flamel’s guards. As one of his guards, you’re going to find your way into his home and learn the ins and outs of the staff.”

Granger looked at him in alarm. “That’s risky.”

Teddy sniffed. “I can handle it.”

“Like you handled the museum alarm?” Theo frowned at him as he moved toward the desk.

“Teddy can handle it. Can’t you, cousin?”

Teddy grinned at his cousin with confidence. He jumped from his leather chair and nodded. “Don’t look so worried, aunt Hermione. This is my specialty.”

Draco realized, as Teddy swept from the room that he did have family but it wasn’t a family he grew up around. He had grown up around Theo and even Granger. His aunt Andromeda was not someone he knew. He wasn’t allowed to know her as a child but now, thanks to Potter and Granger, he was beginning to know someone who shared his blood. Someone who didn’t care what kind it was that ran through their veins.

Theo slid onto the other edge of the desk and eyed the book in Granger’s lap. “What is that you got there?”

Her fingers tightened around it and pulled it closer. “It’s my journal.” She sniffed, her chin jutting out.

“Liar.” Theo snorted.

It was true, he had seen her scribbling in the pages but when he had peaked over at the book, there was nothing but blank pages in front of her.

“You’ve charmed that book.” Draco noted as he picked out a little red bear.

“What do you write into that little book that has caused you to charm it?” Theo leaned closer as if eager to snatch it from her grasp. “Dear diary, today I got to hold Draco’s hand. I wondered what it might feel like on my bum.” Theo pitched his voice to try and match Granger’s range. “Dear diary, I found myself thinking of Theo’s distinct eyes while touching my—”

“Theo!”

Draco laughed openly at the blush that spread quickly from her cheeks to her neck. Seamus shook his head as his fingers stalled over the keys of his laptop.

“You’re a pig.” She sighed and opened the pages of her book. But Draco could see the deepening of the blush as she avoided their eyes'

Reaching over the desk, she grabbed a quill and began to scribble onto the page.

Hello, Harry. The words she wrote faded and began to reform text.

Hey ‘Mione. Did you see the note I sent earlier?

Draco hummed in appreciation. She had somehow charmed this book and allegedly one in Potter’s possession to pass notes without them ever being discovered.

“That’s quite useful.”

Granger nodded. “I thought so. I got the idea from Tom Riddle’s diary. Harry and I use it to pass information about the sex trade. He’s recently been tipped off from his contacts in South America that there has been an increase in activity over the last week with Flamel’s people.”

Theo scoffed. “And everything you write just vanishes?”

She nodded, clearly quite proud of herself.

“How come you and I don't have one?” He pushed his lip out in a pout.

“Why would I need one of these with you? We’re together every day.”

“Not at night.” Theo murmured with a sniff, causing Draco to chuckle.

“So, Flamel’s already moving to replenish his...inventory.” He noted gesturing down at the book where Harry’s handwriting had already vanished.

Granger grimaced. “Looks like it.”

“And you want Zabini to befriend him...” Draco started.

“So that he can be invited to one of these parties.” Theo finished.

She nodded. “I think that it may come in useful to have someone we know welcomed into the fold.”

Draco plucked up an orange bear and nodded as he leaned back in the chair. “Clever girl.”

Granger grinned and closed the book.

“I still want one of these.” He tapped on the cover of the book. “I’d never grow tired of it.”

“You’d end up abusing it.” Granger snorted.

“Writing to her at all hours of the night.” Draco agreed.

“Telling me how much you miss me.”

“Oh, you’d love it.” Theo swatted at the air between them. “Get Draco one, too. We could three way.”

Granger giggled, shaking her head.

Seamus sighed loudly and stood from the couch, holding his laptop. “Why don’t the three of you just do it already? Get it over with, so I can bloody concentrate!”

All three watched him stalk from the room, disappearing down the hall that led to one of the other studies, leaving Granger to erupt into a snort that quickly devolved into a hearty laugh.

Theo met Draco’s eyes and grinned.

[yourtrueface]

Greatest Book Lovers in Books/Movies/Series Masterpost

1. Klaus Baudelaire - A Series of Unfortunate Events

2. Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

3. Alaska Young - Looking for Alaska

4. Mortimer and Meggie Folchart- Inkheart

5. Liesel Meminger - The Book Thief

6. Aziraphale - Good Omens

7. Charlotte Charles - Pushing Daisies

8. Suzy Bishop - Moonrise Kingdom

9. Bernard Black - Black Books

10. Rory Gilmore - Gilmore Girls

11. Audrey Hope - Gossip Girl

12. Kyle Scheible - Lady Bird

[sophiejacksonchase]

✨Hermione vibes✨

[callmedarthrevan]

local childrens theater production of the lightning thief cast a white annabeth :( booooooo personally I think that from this point forward she should only be played by women of color, ideally black women. Percy jackson TV show made some great choices and going back to white annabeth is stupid

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter, Viktor Krum/Draco Malfoy, Susan Bones/Neville Longbottom Characters: Harry Potter, Daphne Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Viktor Krum, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Time Travel, Second Chances, Ron Weasley Bashing, Hermione Granger Bashing, Ginny Weasley Bashing, Molly Weasley Bashing, Arthur Weasley Bashing, Gringotts Wizarding Bank Summary:

AU. Post Hogwarts. The universe gives Harry another chance, this time he's listening to his gut. He befriends Viktor and Neville, falls for Daphne and becomes a professional thief for Gringotts. Weasley and Hermione fans will not enjoy this story.

[blackfyrerebels]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Harry Potter Series *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

smut = ❤️‍🔥 (please note I may forget to add the heart, so read the tags yourself)

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Harry's Era

Cedric Diggory

tags: #cedricdiggory No Disturbances - @rainydayathogwarts Golden Daffodils - @hirayalore "Seven Billion Smiles" - @deusfoundry Plain Sight - @softboyluvr Just You - @mirclealignr Godsend - @pariahsparadise Woes of a Prefect - @wondernimbus Fate - @wondernimbus Once Upon a Time - @wondernimbus A Ghost Story - @wondernimbus Silly Girl - @cauliflowertree

Draco Malfoy

tags: #dracomalfoy Veritaserum - @wondernimbus The Minister's Niece - @mysterioushogwartsrequests

Fred Weasley

tags: #fredweasley The Desired Slip-Up - @mysterioushogwartsrequests You Belong with Me - @mssorceressupreme Anything - @ibbythebee Just One Smile - @lqveharrington

George Weasley

tags: #georgeweasley Home - @wondernimbus Meet the Weaslys - @wondernimbus

Harry Potter

tags: #boywholived He's Like a Poem I Wish I Wrote - @fear-less

Hermione Granger

tags: #hermionegranger Unspoken - @nickeverdeen Summer Lovin' - @panandinpain0 I Wanna Kiss Your Lips - @cauliflowertree

Neville Longbottom

tags: #nevillelongbottom Hospital Wing Hermits - @ibbythebee

Oliver Wood

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Seamus Finnigan

tags: #seamusfinnigan Green-Eyed - @ibbythebee

Marauders Era

Barty Crouch Jr.

tags: #bartycrouchjr Restless Silence - @bartonomy Tow the Line - @crescenthistory And if I Said I Could Love You, Would It Land? - @bartonomy

James Potter

tags: #prongs Begin Again - @maraudersilver Book Thief - @wondernimbus A Glimpse Beneath the Veil - @bartonomy Just My Luck - @thatdammchickennugget

Regulus Arcturus Black

tag: #regulusblack Tired - @wondernimbus Pause to Breathe | Part 2 - @ellecdc Tryst - @dragonfruitramune Le Coup de Foudre - @prythiansprincess "The sunshine to his clouds" - @ellecdc Dulcet - @dragonfruitramune

Remus Lupin

tags: #moony Moonlight and Mending | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 - @evermoreness It's Nice to Have a Friend - @crescenthistory Steady - @thatdammchickennugget

Sirius Black

tags: #padfoot Starry Skies, Starry Eyes - @mysterioushogwartsrequests The Bet - @evermoreness A Drop in the Ocean - @wondernimbus Those Were Your Rules - @ellecdc Puppy Love - @delicrieux

[iamnmbr3]

Dumbledore: Even when I first met him in the orphanage when he was still a young child Riddle showed clear signs of his irredeemable nature. By the age of 11 he was already a thief.

Harry: lame. at the age of 11 i killed a man with my bare hands.

Dumbledore: That is entirely differently. Besides he also used magic to intimidate others.

Harry: intimidate? that's it? lmao. i literally witnessed hermione kidnap and imprison a celebrity. and then later blackmail her. tom needs to get on our level.

Dumbledore: ....

[hollowed-theory-hall]

What are some of book Harry’s shining traits as a character that the movies seem to gloss over?

I haven't watched the movies in a while, but I'd go with his cleverness, intuition, and ability to stay cool externaly being the most overlooked. Movie!Harry is still a resilient character, if more passive and in a different flavor than book!Harry, but it's there. In the first 3 movies, there are some moments of Harry's iconic sass as well, though the later movies forgot his sass altogether. But what I think bothers me the most are the first two traits I mentioned: his cleverness and intuition.

I wrote whole posts about Harry's cleverness and intelligence (here & here & here) and his intuition (here). Harry is the one who figures out a lot of things in the books. From the Philosopher's Stone and that Dumbledore was led away by the thief (even if he was wrong about the thief) to figuring out the Horcruxes locations and that Voldemort is after the Elder Wand. He is far from stupid and his intelligence and quick wit are the source of many of his wins in the books.

Again, I haven't watched the movies in a while, but scenes like Hermione hitting Harry with a paper because he's being an idiot in HBP is so far from who Harry and Hermione are in the book — mostly because book!Harry isn't an idiot and book!Hermione knows that!

Book!Harry is calm under pressure and comes up with plans when shit hits the fan. In OotP in the ministry, everyone (including Hermione) looks to Harry for a plan. Because Harry is witty and good at thinking on his feet. Something I don't remember getting from movie!Harry.

Movie!Harry also lacks the cold facade book!Harry has.

In the HBP, movie!Harry struggles to awkwardly manage the Quiddich tryouts. Book!Harry shouts at the girls that shouldn't be there to fucking leave, and he's not awkward about it at all, just annoyed at them. In OotP, movie!Harry spits on himself when Cho waves at him, book!Harry is covered in mimbulus mimbletonia juices and still keeps his chill:

“Oh ... hello, Harry,” said a nervous voice. “Um ... bad time?” Harry wiped the lenses of his glasses with his Trevor-free hand. A very pretty girl with long, shiny black hair was standing in the doorway smiling at him: Cho Chang, the Seeker on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. “Oh ... hi,” said Harry blankly. “Um ...” said Cho. “Well ... just thought I’d say hello ... ’bye then.” She closed the door again, rather pink in the face, and departed. Harry slumped back in his seat and groaned.

Harry is annoyed at the impression it created, but he isn't showing it to Cho, he doesn't act awkwardly at all. Cho is the one acting awkwardly when meeting Harry, not the other way around. Even when Harry is awkward, it's not the stumbling over himself awkwardness, it's the "I don't know how to comfort Hermione so I'll just throw Ron's blanket on her and not say anything" awkwardness. When he's embarrassed or awkward, he just stays cold and silent and a bit robotic for the most part. At worst he'd go: "Er..." blush a little and look at you blankly, but more often he'd just get annoyed. He isn't going to spit on himself. God, that one gif is the bane of my existence.

Movie!Harry does not have the coolness under pressure or wit and intuition of book!Harry. These are the first that came to mind, but there are a lot of other traits that are different or missing. These are just the traits that would be very obvious to someone looking at Harry from outside (like the movies do). And these are the traits I find missing most often in fanon interpretations of his character.

[wisteria-lodge]

What do you think about the take that Lucius is a little neglectful towards Draco?

It comes from how 1. When Harry and Draco met, Draco is by himself in a street, feeling bored. 2. Lucius scolds Draco about his grades and complaining about Harry yet seemingly failed to get a tutor or therapist or consider Draco’s feelings. 3. During Hogwarts Mystery, Lucius often leaves Draco in the Hands of others or by himself. (Even During a Christmas event, Draco is found on the streets by himself, upset and annoyed because he felt Lucius was not spending enough time with him.)

Okay, I'll play.

1 ~ Draco and Harry meet in a clothes shop, not the street, and here's the quote:

“My father’s next door buying my books and Mother’s up the street looking at wands,” said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. “Then I’m going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don’t see why first years can’t have their own. I think I’ll bully Father into getting me one and I’ll smuggle it in somehow.”

I actually don't think Draco's bored at all. I think he's having a good time being independent and showing off in front of the new kid. He's got a bored-sounding voice, which is different. A bored-sounding voice is low energy, too-cool-for-school, which is very Draco. And apparently, Lucius is running Draco's errands, and Draco thinks he can get him to buy him an extra present. That seems the opposite of being neglectful.

2 ~ Therapists aren't a thing in the wizarding world, and mind-healers are fanon, so I don't expect that would be on Lucius' radar. But here's the complaining about Harry bit:

“. . . everyone thinks he’s so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick —” “You have told me this at least a dozen times already,” said Mr. Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son. “And I would remind you that it is not — prudent — to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear —"

I wouldn't describe this as scolding. If anything, this is just advice. Yes, Lucius is clearly pretty done with the subject - and if this is indeed the twelfth time Draco has brought it up, I get that. But just the fact that Draco has been able to complain about Harry Potter so much to his father does mean that he had to have been around his father a lot in order to do it. And Lucius wasn't completely zoning out. So, that also does not read as neglectful to me.

“Ah, the Hand of Glory!” said Mr. Borgin, abandoning Mr. Malfoy’s list and scurrying over to Draco. “Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunderers! Your son has fine taste, sir.” “I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin,” said Mr. Malfoy coldly, and Mr. Borgin said quickly, “No offense, sir, no offense meant —” “Though if his grades don’t pick up,” said Mr. Malfoy, more coldly still, “that may indeed be all he is fit for —" “It’s not my fault,” retorted Draco. “The teachers all have favorites, that Hermione Granger —” “I would have thought you’d be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam,” snapped Mr. Malfoy.

This is the angriest Lucius ever gets with Draco, and I think it's an interesting snippet. Yes, Lucius is embarrassing Draco by bringing up his grades - but in a way that seems to be intended to correct or undercut Borgin's attempt to flatter Draco and butter him up. Lucius has also switched out of the more respectful "Mr. Borgin" he was using earlier in the scene to just "Borgin" - communicating to Draco that Borgin isn't actually important (unlike Draco, who is.)

Draco then talks back a little, comes up with an excuse which is - a lie. Hermione is a muggleborn, which Lucius comments on, so she's unlikely to be every teacher's favorite. Especially since one of those teachers is Snape, Lucius' buddy, and he knows for a fact that Draco is Snape's favorite.

This whole scene is really about Lucius telling Draco that he needs to be more tactical, and check his privilege. Lucius is in this shop because he's selling dark artifacts - he's powerful, but he's worried. He's not so powerful that no one can touch him. Draco's the same. Lucius is telling him he can't afford to make an enemy of Harry Potter, and he can't afford to just coast through his classes and blame bad grades on teachers playing favorites. Draco's catchphrase at this point is "Wait Till My Father Hears About This," and I think that's slightly worrying to Lucius. He *can't* swoop in and solve all Draco's problems.

(although he does try - buying the Slytherin team brooms is basically just a way to buy Draco friends, and when Draco says he's been mauled by a hippogriff, Lucius does everything he can to get rid of it. And Hagrid says, "’Spect Lucius Malfoy would’ve come marchin’ up ter school if yeh’d cursed his son [to vomit slugs]. Least yer not in trouble.” If anything, Lucius is slightly overprotective.)

Like, it's a plot point in Book 6 that Lucius cares so much about Draco that Voldemort is able to punish (and control) him through Draco. Also, just a detail I like - in Books 2 and 5, Lucius sends Draco newspaper clippings about the Weasleys getting in trouble because he (correctly) thinks that Draco will find them funny. I think that's kind of cute, in a very Malfoy sort of way.

3 ~ I've never played Hogwarts Mystery, and don't consider it canon. But honestly I just find it adorable that Lucius is taking Draco with him on errands? It's very bring-your-kid-to-work.

And getting your co-workers/employees to look after your kid on a bring-your-child-to-work day is pretty normal. In my experience anyway.

Draco "Wait Till My Father Hears About This" Malfoy is... kind of a daddy's boy, so it doesn't surprise me at all that he's kinda clingy and needy as a kid.

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Hi Liv, I loved the hidden gem list that you did in the past. I discovered so many new authors thanks to you. I love going back to my all time favourite authors but I also love discovering new ones. Would you or any of your followers have any hidden gems recs ? Could be long or short fics. Thank youuuu

I’m so happy to hear that! The hidden gems series is very dear to my heart and probably my favorite project. I started a s2 back in 2022 and have a few lists saved in my drafts, maybe I will revisit them in the new year… we’ll see! I found some additional rec posts that might interest you here, here and here. I haven’t read much this year, but if you’re looking for new-ish works I’d highly recommend the fics below, and also my reclist for the h/c fest. I’m sure my followers have more recs. Enjoy! 💜

Train Song by @fw00shy (T, 1.2k)

"Imagine: An extended summer vacation," Ginny said when she first pitched the trip to the group. "Fine," Hermione said after only a moment's hesitation, to which everyone cheered, because everyone knew she was the only one who could figure out how to make the Hogwarts Express fly.

All I Think About by @skeptiquewrites (T, 4.5k)

Sometimes all it takes is one perfect late summer night in June.

mind the gap by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 5k) - MCD

The first time Draco died was by far the worst. Once Potter started living with him, it got better.

everything you should say by icarusinflight (E, 7.5k)

They're not friends. But when Draco offers help, Harry takes it.

Tarry, Tarry, Wait For Me by @toomuchplor (E, 8.5k)

"I can't ask it of you," Draco says, quick and awkward, "I just thought you should know, I thought you needed to know, but none of this is your fault."

Seasons by @greattemptation (E, 9k)

Seconds pass, and it’s like he can see Draco worrying the sliver of glass in his heart, looking for a way to press it out, to expose the wound to the sun. It’s life; Harry can be patient.

Necro-romance by @thehoneybeet (E, 9k)

The first time Draco kills Potter, it's by accident.

like a scratch on the roof of your mouth by @eleadore (E, 9k)

Two weeks into the new year, Draco Malfoy saves Ron's life in a spectacular fashion.

coyote ugly by @garagepaperback (E, 10k)

One night, every month, Harry is a coyote. Malfoy has a silver tooth. Sometimes, he cuts Harry’s hair.

draco malfoy's substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (E, 10k)

When Harry joins the Curse Breakers shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday, he’s surprised to find himself assigned to the Department of Creatures, Cryptids, and Associated Calamities.

When the Flood Comes by @academicdisasterfic (E, 10k)

Nine years on from the war, Auror Potter is upholding the Ministry of Magic's rule of law. Senior legal counsel Draco Malfoy is challenging it.

Wobble Week 2023 by @moonflower-rose (E, 12k)

Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

With Hands Full of Dusk by @corvuscrowned (E, 15k)

Harry thought he'd found what he was searching for after the war. But as the quiet life he's earned begins to unravel at the seams, he finds himself searching instead for an elusive, mythical creature found only in lore and legend - with none other than Draco Malfoy as his companion.

Rich Friend by @sorrybutblog (E, 18k)

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w, @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 22k)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

Sun Thief by BlackRose532, @floydig (E, 28k)

Or: Harry beats up a pimp and isn’t sorry about it, Draco deals black market potions, and they’re shagging. Again.

Truth to Materials by lately, @toomuchplor (E, 54k)

In which Harry learns to appreciate art and other pleasures of the flesh.

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Does the Weasley bashing stem from their horrible portrayal in movies or there's another reason behind it aka good ol' classism?

Arthur is seen as this aloof, dumb, airhead guy who only talks about rubber ducks. When he is one of the prominent members of the order of the phoenix, exclusively fights death Eaters, is reasonably intelligent and has strong moral compass. Meanwhile Lucius is seen as this badass intelligent suave powerful guy who loses to a couple of 15 yos in the department of mysteries fight.

Molly treats harry as her own son. She risks her life and his family to keep harry safe. She actively fights against deatheaters. She literally never takes a single penny from Harry. But she is seen as this overbearing toxic boy mom who apparently steals from Harry's vault, uses love potion on Harry and Hermione and plots with dumbledore to pimp her daughter. Meanwhile Narcissa the racist, classist, bigoted woman who was gleefully watching an 18 yo girl getting crucioed in her own house by her mad sister is seen as this aristocrat, progressive muggleborn lover wholesome mom who only wants her son to be safe.

Both Narcissa and Molly are housewives. I see numerous people complaining how it's out of character for Molly to kill Bellatrix in a duel when she is an active member of the order for years. While the same people do not give a f that Narcissa lied to the most powerful occlumence in the world. No one says it's out of character.

Don't get me started on Percy and his redemption. Percy came back to his senses, apologized, fought in the battle of Hogwarts. One of the best redemptions after kreacher's. Yet I see no one's salivating over it since people claim to love redemption so much. Yet the fangirling over Regulus Black's futile attempt to get the locket after his slave was harmed by voldemort or Draco Malfoy being the bare minimum king not killing dumbledore face to face are seen as peak redemption.

Also while we are on this topic, Percy got more OWLs than Hermione. He is extremely academic and bright. Why does no one say Percy is Hermione's 'intellectual equal' when so called 'hermione fans' are all about finding her intellectual equal?

Ron. Oh dear ol Ron. Where to start? Boy gets 7 OWLs with mostly Es, is a chess prodigy, can mimic a language that is almost impossible for anyone to copy, is praised by a qualified auror for his combative skills, can conjure slugs with a nonverbal spell in second year, is witty, sarcastic yet he is 'dumb' and 'stupid'. Meanwhile the guy whose father openly says that if his marks don't improve he would have to become a thief or a plunderer and who takes an entire year to fix the vanishing cabinet is seen this smartest wizard in his year. Hermione's true intellectual equal. Ron who gloats about his wife's success and intellect and is her biggest cheerleader is seen as 'he would hold her back and would resent her success' meanwhile the guy who verbally emotionally as well as physically abused her for being a muggleborn, for being smart, is seen as this progressive feminist icon.

Also there's this notion that Ron would want a wife similar to his mother and would prefer a house wife when Ron's one of the biggest insecurities is his mom doesn't love him and he is Expendable. He would keep his wife barefeet pregnant like his mom when his wife became the minister of magic. Meanwhile the progressive feminist icon's wife is a house wife. Not that there's anything wrong in being a house wife. I am just pointing out the irony.

Ginny hate is a combination of both classism and mysogyny. She dated 2 guys before Harry so she is a wh***. Meanwhile Hermione who dated 2 guys before Ron is pure virgin mary.

Bill while not as much bashed as the others is still accused of stealing from Harry's vault, love potioning Fleur and helping dumbles to execute his plan.

Fred George and Charlie get the least amount of hate because

1. They didn't come in the way of people's non canon ships.

2. They are not as relevant as the other Weasleys. So it's easy to ignore them.

The amount of classism and aporophobia Weasleys face is insane.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

just a snippet.

Chapter 13 and 14 are complete and things begin to fall apart at the gala.

He smiled and batted his eyes at her. “Jealous, Granger?”

She scowled at him, only confirming his suspicions.

Theo snorted and stumbled backwards, clearly still drunk. “She was threatening Draco.”

“What?” Everyone said at once.

“She knows about the Wand.”

Granger shook her head as she mentally began to calculate how that was even possible. She gasped, slamming a hand over her mouth. “Oh my gods! I didn’t reset the ward!”

Draco nodded and Theo reached for her hand. “It’s okay, Granger. I forgive you.”

She yanked her hand free and pointed a finger at her. “Well, don’t. Because I haven’t decided if I forgive you.”

Theo choked around several coughs before he put a hand over his heart. “Moi? Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait?”

“Pansy.” She said through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t Know,” he frowned and eyed her. “Are you jealous? You look jealous.”

She scoffed and threw her hands up in the air. “I need to get out of this stupid dress.”

Draco wanted to help her. “Don’t worry about Astoria, Granger, I’ll take care of her.” Pansy, however, might present a problem, he thought as he watched her pace the floor, sufficiently flustered.

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HD Hurt-Comfort Fest 2024 recs

Here are some of my favorite fics from @hd-hurtcomfort-fest 2024. Listed in alphabetical order.

Come Hell or High Water by @mallstars [22k]

In his bed under Mungo's floating candles, Harry sips tea, watches reality TV, and does his best not to pay any mind to the curse which has invaded his body. Harry wants to heal. He wants his healer even more. Keeping one desperate secret can't hurt. Not much, anyway.

En Passant by @dodgerkedavra [41k]

Harry and Draco survive the apocalypse. This is what happens after.

Final Exams at the Curse-Breaker's Academy by IzRoan [20k]

Final exams at the Curse-Breaker’s Academy are simple: If you can’t be a good curse-maker, you can’t be a good curse-breaker. When Draco gets cursed by a classmate’s invention, Harry has 24-hours to break the curse. Much to Draco’s ire, Potter seems oddly dedicated to drawing out this exam until the very last second.

Fine-Fractured Halo by @rainjulyx [29k]

For Harry, it all starts on July 31, 1999 and ends on July 31, 2019. Twenty years of longing, love, and pain in no particular order. Or: An annual birthday party that turns to a yearly school reunion. Hermione and Pansy are party planners, Ron is an excellent baker, and everyone tries their best to attend a birthday party just to see each other.

Future Histories by @thecouchsofa [6k]

After an accident at work, Draco finds that two decades of his memories have been temporarily wiped. His Healers are reluctant to tell him the identity of his mystery husband, thinking he’ll react badly. Oh, how wrong they are.

Thief by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​  [22k]

“Harry Potter will steal something precious from Draco Malfoy,” Draco said in a voice that didn’t sound like his own. “What?” Harry asked, confused.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

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If you didn't know me like you do | Professor!Remus Lupin x reader

summary: Remus and his ex-student have gotten really close during the Christmas Break

tw: smut (+18), thigh riding, implicit legal age gap.

word count: 2,845

Grimmauld Place held a warm light at Christmas time. Everyone from the Order was gathered between the tall, wallpapered, rotted walls of the ancient house, filling it with tender laughs and chatter while exchanging presents and hot mulled wine.

This year, Y/n’s parents decided to spend the cold months of December and January in a tropical wonder, leaving her in the care of the famous Weasley family. They were lifelong friends of her parents and, even though she was a bit older than the twins and didn’t really spend time with them —besides at parties—, she got along with the ginger clan.

That's how the witch found herself beating Harry and Ron in exploding snap, pranking the old thief Mundungus with the twins, and having long and fun sleepovers with Ginny and Hermione some nights of the Christmas break. Professors were also around, and some were more approachable than others: Severus left pretty clear he didn’t want to be bothered, but Minerva was open to answering questions about the holiday assignments, and Hagrid had no problem advancing the topics he would teach after the break either.

There was also Remus, but he was something more than an academic figure. He was not only there willing to give Y/n book recommendations and suggest grammatical corrections in her final-year essays. He was also there lifting her spirit with bad jokes after Order reunions, asking her if she wanted more butterbeer with his eyes at the dinner table, and listening to her ramble about her dreams and aspirations late at night with a cold cup of tea in one of his hands —the other, barely grazing her pinky.

Remus and Y/n had created an inexplicable bond between them that had formed based on similar interests and sexual tension disguised as genuine concern for each other.

Each one had their problems: Remus was still affected by his deployment in Hogwarts, the transformations were tougher each month, and living again with his best friend was not as fun as he remembered: Sirius came back with a lot of tattoos, resentment towards Remus for believing the lies and an underlying sentiment of guilt for what happened to the Potters. Y/n was dealing with the stress of facing the OWLs and the working life, a brewing war that blinded her vision for the future and threatened her hopes of a normal life, and the imminent feeling of abandonment that her absent parents put in her chest.

They managed to find comfort in each other and they casually started spending more time together very quietly, very subtly. No one read Y/n's expressions like Remus, and no one felt Remus' words as Y/n did; so they started to have conversations in secluded places of the creaking house, where not even the portraits could listen.

Of course, those conversations were filled with listening ears and understanding nods, but also with thirsty lips and fidgety hands. It might have been difficult for the others to spot the magnetic chemistry between them, but it was crystal clear for anyone who would stop to analyze the shine in their eyes when they hung into each other's words.

The young witch had never felt a stronger knot create in her lower belly every time Remus brushed her hip to pass to the other side of the hall, or a hotter blush grow in her cheeks when he rolled up the sleeves of his dressing shirt to reveal strong scarred arms.

He was also down bad, even if he tried to hide it. He had managed to perfect the crossing legs method to hide his erection from his ex-student, and sometimes he couldn't correct the direction of his eyes, which always diverted to the curviness of her hips or the brown spot on her neck.

She secretly found his admiration for her body hilarious; even if he didn't make it obvious, she could see the delicate way he contemplated her moving arms and hair, and her moving lips the most. She loved to be appreciated with that devotion, she had never felt that before.

One cold night, after what Y/n perceived was a stressful Order meeting, they sat on the comfortable, almost broken sofa in front of the library's fireplace. The flames exuded a warmth that made the witch remove her woolen sweater and Remus was finding it hard not to succumb to his desire to caress her tanned collarbone.

The bitter green tea and thoughtful state of mind sparked a pessimist conversation that included Nietzsche quotations and laments about the world and the terrible situation witches and wizards of England were in with the shadow of the Dark Lord stalking the safety of people.

That obscure life beyond the comforting room seemed pointless to go through for a second. So many horrors and injustices were occurring around her in that moment, and Y/n's awareness immersed her imagination in despicable hypotheticals that involved her tortured body, and Remus' body too, who was sitting a few meters away from her.

"Sometimes I wish we weren't real," she sighed and propped her head on the back of the couch.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I wish we didn't exist, that we weren't known. That we weren't even born."

"I understand why you wouldn't want yourself to exist, I have had that feeling myself before, believe me. My question is more why you want to drag me with you to non-existence?"

Remus laughed a bit, he would always be surprised by her interesting thoughts. She had a way of seeing the world he couldn't grasp and that kept him on a fun, uneasy expectation.

Y/n was relieved to see that the werewolf had moved the conversation somewhere else, where she wouldn't have to think about the darkness of the world around them.

"Because I don't think there would be a you without me," Remus' eyebrows went up. "Don't give me that look! I-I expressed myself badly… forget it."

Y/n felt her face flush and her eyes water; the one time she decided to be philosophically flirty she messed it all up. She thought she should have just sewn her mouth shut.

"No, none of that. Try to express what you meant," Remus came dangerously close to her, increasing the heavy feeling that burnt the witch's skin.

The girl sat down straight touching his thigh with hers and, after a long sigh, she answered.

"I meant that you wouldn't be the person you are or have the thoughts you've had if you hadn't met me the way you do," Y/n was nervously picking at the skin around her thumb, avoiding Remus' stare.

"What do you think I'd be like?"

"Miserable," she joked. Remus chuckled. "I just think you wouldn't ask yourself certain things."

"Things like what?" Remus brought his shaking hand up to put behind her ear a piece of hair that had fallen in the side of her face.

Suddenly the temperature in the library went up, but it wasn't because the fire in front of them burned more intensely. The reality of an awful world truly disappeared from Y/n's thoughts completely; the warm spot in her chest was speaking louder than pain.

"Like…" the girl silenced herself for a second, and then took a big breath to mutter the bravest thing: "whether to kiss me and disobey every rational voice in your head, or bring more tea to calm yourself down and avoid that thought."

A maddening silence stilled everything in the room; the particles of dust, the creaking wood and Y/n’s breathing stopped in time.

Remus turned around to check that the silver tea set was still resting in the small, fancy desk next to the window; if he were to reach it, he would have to get up and break the intimate bubble the two of them had entered.

"Yeah, you are right, I do ask myself that a lot. The kettle is too far, though."

The nervous girl turned around slowly fearing the possibility of her understanding. Their minds were close in thought, and he had unconsciously moved close to the point where she could feel Remus' breath in her cheek, and see a sparkle in his eyes.

"So, no tea this time?"

"No, not tonight I think," he whispered with a serious expression.

Burying his scarred hand behind her ear and into her hair, he brought his nose to her. He ignored the screams of his reason telling him to get away, and teased her opened lips by rubbing noses; she thought that that is how it must feel to kiss a ghost.

The impatient little whine that fell from her mouth gave Remus the final push to press his lips onto hers. She started moving them slowly, trying to mask her desperation for him and all thoughts erased from the werewolf's mind. There was nothing more in the universe than the sweet taste of that girl's mouth. His tongue gracefully licked hers, producing a twitch of her hips and she imitated the movement of his mouth, just like he had demonstrated.

She was eager for more and Remus could smell it. It was driving him insane, but he wanted to leave up to her whether his hand was worthy of something more than the touch of her shiny hair. Just like she had just read his mind, she pulled herself closer to him, squeezing his arm to signal a need for physical contact. Remus placed his hand behind her shoulder, moving her body towards his direction; and without any warning or precaution, Y/n turned herself to him, sitting on one of his thighs.

She separated slightly from him. His hands were now holding her waist in place and they could feel each other's breath from how close they remained. A silent conversation of whether this was real or not started. Their eyes weren't discussing the actual actions, but the tangible desire behind them and the not-so-innocent intentions.

While trying to assimilate that they both wanted this, Y/n started to rub herself against his thigh, searching for a pleasure only he could give her, she was sure. Remus squeezed her sides, trying to avoid the inevitable, and hopeful that she would notice he was not worthy of such pleasure. He closed his eyes, repeating to himself that he should not be enjoying this, that this was just a dream.

"Look at me, please," Y/n said slightly out of breath, Remus' eyes remained shut. "Come on, don't you think I'm pretty?"

Of course he thought she was pretty, and smart, and fun, and so many other things. But this was wrong; it was wrong not only the fact that he doubled her age, but that she deserved someone more capable of giving her love and attention. He was emotionally unavailable to shower her with love, and he wasn't going to be the one breaking her heart.

"Remus, do you not want this?" her hips halted, and his eyes opened immediately, "because I understand if you just think I'm too immature and inexperienced, a-"

"Of course I want this" the words flew straight out of his heart skipping his reason, but he didn't regret what he said.

Y/n didn't waste more time and rushed to grab his face to feel his lips on hers. Remus tightened his grip on her hips and forced himself to forget anything outside the library. In that precise moment, there was only he and Y/n, and his mind shouldn't get distracted from anything else. Nothing was more important than her right then and there.

Now Remus' arms were the ones guiding the movement of her hips back and forth. She bunched the fabric that covered his shoulders in her hands, trying to hide the moans to express her pleasure; the seam in her jeans had found her spot perfectly and the rubbing against Remus' strong thigh was stimulating her just the right way. Sweat started to emanate from her frown and her eyebrows moved up involuntarily, her panting was creating in Remus a hot feeling in his chest and he wanted to feel her warm cunt closer to his leg.

"Take off the jeans," her hands flew instantly to the button on the front, and Remus helped her take one leg out of her jeans so she wouldn't completely fall off his lap.

Remus appreciated how her simple light gray underwear clad to her hips. He followed the sewn end of the fabric with his fingers, from where her legs met her hip, through the middle of her buttocks, until her center. She was wet and the gray of her panties evidenced it blatantly. The werewolf rubbed his fingers on the wet spot before the witch forced herself to sit right on top of the evident bulge in his pants.

The girl started moving slowly again trying to stroke his cock with her middle effectively. Remus stiffened as a reaction to the pleasure he was receiving and that he craved for a very long time before. He was rock hard underneath her, and she took that as an advantage to rock herself against him with more intensity, making it difficult for the two of them to stay quiet.

Remus trespassed the fabric of her underwear and firmly grabbed her bottoms to get some control. The now panting girl searched Remus' lips to comfort herself because there was something forming in her stomach and in her chest stronger than anything she had felt before.

Yes, of course Y/n had touched herself before, in Grimmauld Place it had been difficult to find alone time, but the shower was always a good place of peace where she could visualize her previous DADA professor turning her over a desk and taking a firm hold of her hips. However, she had never really had an orgasm, she usually stopped when it'd get too good because her hands would start shaking and her legs would get some funny, unbearable ticklish feeling.

Her core started getting wetter and wetter and Remus couldn't hide his grunts; he imagined being inside her and his cock twitched embarrassingly.

He lowered his kisses to her chin, then her jaw leaving a sweet purple mark close to her ear. He continued going down, taking more time in that precious mole on her neck, until reaching the swell of her chest. He removed a hand from her moving bottoms and brought it up, with the intention of lowering the hem of her v-neck top.

When Remus started kissing and licking her nipples, Y/n held to his head and cuddled herself against him moving more desperately on him.

She was also imagining having him inside of her, close to his skin, without clothes between their bodies. She wondered what his chest looked like; maybe it was as scarred as his face, or maybe it was full of tattoos like Sirius'. What she knew with certainty was that it was hairy since some hair always peeked from the top of his shirt, and that it was very strong from the way he held her to him.

The werewolf's hips rose softly, following the girl's hip movements with a mouthful of her breast. Both him and her weren't containing their sights of pleasure and were just as close to climax.

Y/n grabbed a handful of Remus's slicked back hair to announce she couldn't bear much more of the pleasure, and he responded by bringing one hand to her hair to pull her close to his face. The closeness permitted them to look into each other's mouths with tired pants and a feral urge to crash lips.

"R-Rem, I think I-I," the witch could barely mutter a word, the divine sensation in her center started crawling up her back and arms, making them weak and wobbly as her voice.

"I know, love. Me too. Be a good girl and cum for me," he whispered, swallowing a moan from how good she felt on top of him.

Just before her legs gave up, an electrocuting sensation tickled her neck and stiffened her whole body. The witch came letting out a surprised little scream with her head buried in his shoulder; she had definitely never felt something like that.

“Good girl, yeah, good girl,” he panted as she rode him through her orgasm.

Remus welcomed all the weight of her body in his chest and, unannounced, came in his dressing pants from the lazy movements the girl was making on him to elongate her climax. He joined her ecstasy with satisfied little grunts and a fist holding her hair. Both entered a hazy, dreamy state where nothing could be bad and words were too complicated to pronounce.

The girl raised her head to meet Remus' eyes. He, ignoring the small circle of drool that she had left on his upper sleeve, gave her a smile and held her by the neck to kiss her sweet lips, certainly not for the last time.

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THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON February 25, 2025 (M) | West End | 4K MP4 (9.52GB) | bikinibottomday’s master Cast: Benedict Salter (u/s Benjamin Button/u/s Reverthi), Clare Foster (Elowen Keene/The Sheep/Sterenow), Jonathan Charles (u/s Roger Button/Trenlee Senior/Growan), Philippa Hogg (Mary Button/Millie Dyer/Psychiatrist/Avoryow), Matthew Burns (Mrs Gladstone/Landlord/Electrotherapist/Morlan), Emily Panes (s/w Captain Carrick/s/w Tewes), Katy Ellis (u/s Mr Gladstone/u/s Landlady/u/s Lowen Button/u/s Ebron), Anna Fordham (Mrs Bennett/Locryn Button/Keynvor), Damien James (Mrs Gladstone's Sister/Jago Trenlee/Billy Tyne/Meryn Gladstone/Tir), Ann Marcuson (Miss Moncrief/Morwenna Keene/Drunken Sailor/Doctor/Maggie Moncrief/Treth), Jack Quarton (Mr Bennett/Jack Trenlee/Tonnow) Notes: Excellent 4K capture of this amazing musical! Increased wandering and unfocusing throughout. Two tracks were cut from the show, making this a very unique cast combination. Elliot Mackenzie's (Lanow) and Katy Ellis's (Gwyns) narration lines were covered by various company members. Includes curtain call, audio fed from external source. https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjC3RG3 | ASKING $15 USD NOT FOR SHARING EXCEPT THROUGH ME UNTIL SEPTEMBER 2, 2025

HADESTOWN March 5, 2025 (M) | Broadway | 4K MP4 (9.56GB) | bikinibottomday’s master Cast: Carlos Valdes (Orpheus), Hailey Kilgore (Eurydice), Merle Dandridge (Persephone), Tom Hewitt (Hades), Daniel Breaker (Hermes), Jessie Shelton (Fate), Kay Trinidad (Fate), Brit West (Fate), Emily Afton (Worker), Malcolm Armwood (Worker), Grace Yoo (Worker), Timothy H. Lee (Worker), Alex Puette (Worker) Notes: Great 4K capture of the new cast! Head obstruction on the right that blocks off some action, but mostly worked around well. Increased wandering and unfocusing throughout, especially at the beginning. Includes curtain call and “We Raise Our Cups,” audio fed from external source. https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjC4CvD | ASKING $18 USD NOT FOR SHARING EXCEPT THROUGH ME UNTIL SEPTEMBER 2, 2025

HARRY POTTER AND THE CURSED CHILD November 10, 2024 (M) | Broadway | 4K MP4 (13.38GB) | bikinibottomday’s master Cast: Joel Meyers (Albus Potter), Erik C. Peterson (Scorpius Malfoy), Steve Haggard (Harry Potter), Angela Reed (Ginny Potter), Cara Ricketts (Hermione Granger), Daniel Frederick (Ron Weasley), Aaron Bartz (Draco Malfoy), Jane Bruce (Delphi), Maya Jerome Thomas (Rose Granger-Weasley), Emily Schultheis (Moaning Myrtle / Polly Chapman / Lily Potter Sr.), Edward James Hyland (Amos Diggory / Albus Dumbledore), Karen Jane Woditsch (Professor McGonagall / Dolores Umbridge), Chadd Alexander (Sorting Hat / Bane), Stephen Spinella (Severus Snape / Lord Voldemort), Irving Dyson Jr. (Craig Bowker Jr), Jax Jackson (Yann Fredericks), Eric Cheung (Karl Jenkins / Viktor Krum), William Bednar (Cedric Diggory / James Potters), Abbi Hawk (Trolley Witch), Logan James Hall (Professor Mazoni), Jamyl Dobson (V World General), Ted Deasy (Station Master), Eleasha Gamble (Madam Hooch), Jack Koenig (Ministry Official), John Alix, Quinn Blades, Darby Breedlove, Chance Marshaun Hill, Erik Evan Olson, Kaléa Leverette, Alexandra Peter, William Rhem Jr., Chris Jarman (Voice of Phone Box), Paul Thornley (Voice of Ludo Bagman) Notes: Excellent 4K capture of the Year 5 cast change! This is also the final performance of the 3.5 hour version of the show. Some wandering / readjustment and unfocusing throughout. Heads visible on the bottom but almost never obstruct anything. Includes curtain call, audio fed from external source. https://mega.nz/folder/d94QDLrb#gTY_FexKA39JCbCOi_-m0g | ASKING $20 USD NOT FOR SHARING EXCEPT THROUGH ME UNTIL SEPTEMBER 2, 2025

THE LIGHTNING THIEF February 26, 2025 | Off-West End | 4K MP4 (8.91GB) | bikinibottomday’s master Cast: Max Harwood (Percy Jackson), Morgan Gregory (u/s Percy Jackson), Scott Folan (Grover), Jessica Lee (Annabeth), Paisley Billings (Sally Jackson), Greg Barnett (Mr Brunner), Joe Allen (Mr D), Samantha Mbolekwa (Clarisse), Joaquin Pedro Valdes (Luke), Philip Catchpole (Ensemble), Charlotte O’Rourke (Ensemble), Alex Waxman (Ensemble) Notes: Excellent 4K capture of this show! During “Son of Poseidon,” Max ran off and the show was stopped. Morgan replaced him for the rest of the show. Some wandering and unfocusing throughout, especially at the beginning. Includes curtain call, audio fed from external source. https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjC3VCr | ASKING $15 USD NOT FOR SHARING EXCEPT THROUGH ME UNTIL SEPTEMBER 2, 2025

REDWOOD March 4, 2025 | Broadway | 4K MP4 (8.52GB) | bikinibottomday’s master Cast: Idina Menzel (Jesse), de'Adre Aziza (Mel), Zachary Noah Piser (Spencer/Clerk/Man in Rain/Mateo), Michael Park (Finn), Khaila Wilcoxon (Becca), Kate Diaz (Voice of Trees/Stella) Notes: Excellent 4K capture of this new show! Some minor head obstruction on the far left that only very briefly blocks action. Some wandering and unfocusing throughout, especially at the beginning. Some washout on the wider shots. Includes curtain call, audio fed from external source. https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjC4tWX | ASKING $20 USD NOT FOR SHARING EXCEPT THROUGH ME UNTIL SEPTEMBER 2, 2025

STARLIGHT EXPRESS February 23, 2025 | London | 4K MP4 (8.22GB) | bikinibottomday’s master Cast: Jeevan Braich (Rusty), Ashlyn Weekes (u/s Pearl), Al Knott (Greaseball), Tom Pigram (Electra), Jade Marvin (Momma), Lilianna Hendy (u/s Dinah), Bethany Rose Lythgoe (u/s Belle), Renz Cardenas (Tassita), Gary Sheridan (u/s Hydra), Scott Hayward (s/w Porter), Harrison Peterkin (Lumber), Emily Martinez (Slick), Jessica Vaux (Blue Lightning), Charles Butcher (s/w Green Arrow), Sam Gallacher (s/w Golden Eagle), Oscar Kong (Silver Bullet), Marianthe Panas (Orange Flash), Isaac Edwards (s/w Killerwatt), Hannah Kiss (s/w Wrench), Catherine Cornwall (Joule), Ollie Augustin (Volta), Buzz Fletcher (Control), Jamie Addison (Marshal), Charlie Russell (Marshal) Notes: Excellent 4K capture of a neat set of understudies! Slight obstruction on the far sides but little to no action is missed. Some wandering and unfocusing throughout. Includes curtain call, audio fed from external source. https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjC3vre | ASKING $15 USD NOT FOR SHARING EXCEPT THROUGH ME UNTIL SEPTEMBER 2, 2025

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Introducing: Callum 'Cal' Jacob Weasley

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Pronunciation: Cal-lum - 'Cal' like like the beginning of 'California'.

(Voldemort will be the father of Tom and Mattheo in his backstory - it makes it easier to follow some of the cannon events in the og. storyline.)

Backstory:  

Twin brother of Ron Weasley and the black sheep of the Weasley family. From a young age, he has always been curious about the darker sides of magic—often staying up late to eavesdrop on late-night conversations between his parents about the first Wizarding War. 

What started as an innocent childhood curiosity about the Dark Arts only grew more inquisitive the more the adults in his life—even his siblings—tried to stamp out his curious nature. His older brothers sometimes even resorted to violence when they tried to get their point across: The Dark Arts are absolutely and irrevocably evil. 

Due to his explosive and sometimes abusive homelife, Callum often spends the holidays at Hogwarts—refusing to go home and listen to his family boast and pretend that Molly and Arthur don’t fight every other day, that Ron is best friends with precious little orphan Potter an the insufferable Hermione Granger, or how every child is perfect except for him. During the summers, he spends the majority of his time with his best friend, Tom Riddle, at Riddle Manor, just down the road from Malfoy Manor. On the chance he is home—he locks himself away in the attic that he claimed after threatening the ghoul that once occupied it. Sending owl messages late at night or sneaking away to steal whatever rare and/or forbidden items his customers request.

While Callum despises most of his family, he has a soft spot for his youngest sibling, Ginny—who was too young to remember most of the abuse inflicted by their older brothers and occasionally their father on a night after too much Firewhiskey. Ginny also shares a curious nature for the Dark Arts, but primarily from a scholastic perspective. Having spent many nights in Callum’s dorm room listening to his low and soothing voice read her to sleep with whatever Dark Arts tome he has nearby when she wants comfort during a thunderstorm. Sometimes even humming a soft and gentle tune that Molly used to rock him to sleep with as a baby before everything went to shit. 

His curiosity for the Dark Arts morphed into an obsession once he started Hogwarts. Sorted into Slytherin house, unlike the rest of his family, he found a new one in his peers. While at first, the Slytherin boys were hesitant, if not cruel, to the young Weasley boy—a bond was formed over the years over sleepless nights in the common room talking about everything under the guise of Dark Arts, and the shared stories from their perspectives of the previous war passed down from their parents.

While Callum refuses to truly trust anyone in this world, the bonds he has formed in his new family keep him from well and truly going off the deep end. 

Once he entered his Sixth year, Callum was very advanced in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. These skills allow him to make his own money, much like Fred and George—but far more sinister. Using a mix of his ability to blend into any social situation, his disarming charm and sensual wit, and his acquired skills, to steal and deliver rare relics and forbidden contraband to his countless customers—his friends’ parents and family.

Personality:  

A true chameleon, able to blend and adapt not just his wardrobe but his entire personality to any/all situations he may find himself in. Whether it’s dressing up in his best robes to attend the annual Malfoy Christmas party or dressing down to the snug dark jeans and a black hoodie that he occasionally uses to break into any place he can’t charm his way into.

A master thief who can steal anything off/from anyone. While his fingers do their best work while turning you into a puddle at his feet, they can also steal a watch right off a person’s wrist while talking right to them. He takes pride in his work—even if nobody outside of his group knows he does it. 

Untrusting is an understatement. While Enzo may have his little black book of conquests, Callum has his own. Filled with pages of the jobs he’s done and complete with proof of payment as well as the exchange—just in case anyone gets the bright idea to short him on payment or betray his services. 

Manipulative on a level that matches Tom. You never know if he is being honest or not—which he finds incredibly amusing as he watches you try to figure him out. The way you don’t even realize that he’s wrapping you tighter and tighter around his long finger until it’s too late. The way you do absolutely anything he asks, thinking it will make him stay—that everyone else was wrong about him being incapable of love and your delusion that you are any different from the rest. Only to be left in pieces that he has no intention or desire to pick back up. Until he needs something from you again, that is. 

Physical Characteristics:  

Very tall—6’5”, an inch taller than Fred and George, and six inches taller than his fraternal twin, Ron. He has short Weasley-red hair and almond-shaped eyes that are a dark blue around the edge of his irises and morph into a steel-grey towards his pupils (central heterochromia). He is tall and toned—muscular but not as much as, say, Mattheo is. 

His dick is long (8’) and thick, with a Jacobs’ ladder on the underside of his shaft—making you count all seven bars as he slowly stretches you to accommodate him, all with a gaze that makes you think that maybe, just maybe, he might think of you as something more than a cock sleeve.  

Habits: 

He doesn’t smoke weed often—mostly at parties in the common room when he has no business arrangements to take care of and has time to breathe. 

He hates being drunk. Not because he can’t handle his liquor—but because of the numerous times Arthur would come home from a long day at the Ministry only to pop open a bottle and end up fighting with Molly about their countless kids they can’t afford and when it was really bad, end up dragging Callum by his collar out to the shed for whatever reason he could come up with—usually Callum’s quiet and reserved behavior, but on the nights Arthur got violent, Callum’s curiosity for things he has ‘no business’ meddling with. 

He’ll occasionally accept a drink to be polite in social situations that require it, but a minute later, the glass is in the hands of one of his friends who is more than happy to take it off his hands—usually Tom. 

True playboy. Being pansexual, he is open to sex with anyone he deems worthy of his valuable time. He never officially came out, but when a poor Ravenclaw boy left his dorm room in the early hours of the morning before dawn, hair tousled and barely keeping his fucked-out expression together, nobody batted an eye. Nobody was dumb enough to. 

Likes:

Loves to read and will spend hours with Tom in the library going through the restricted section as they work their way through the books and taking the information they need. 

He doesn’t play Quidditch, although he enjoys the game. However, he will make suggestions or comments about his friends’ performance after a match—whether they’re welcome or not. 

Equally loves both tits and ass. I mean, how could you possibly ask him to choose between that girl’s perfect tits and that guy’s plump ass he just wants to bury his cock into? It’s more cruel than his father, really.

If Callum were to fall in love, it would have to be someone who challenges him. And not in the playful, ‘pick me’ way where you always let him win. No. It would have to be someone who challenges the very core of his being. Someone who actually makes him have to think about his answer before he gives it. 

Male, female, non-binary, etc. None of that matters to him. You may not be pansexual, and that’s okay—he doesn’t care about your sexual preferences either, so long as you never judge him for his. 

Actually quite enjoys the prank boxes that Fred and George come up with—though he’d never admit it to another living soul. He’s never used them, but he’s pondered all of the ways the items could be manipulated to suit his desires. 

Dislikes:

His family—Ginny, is the only exception, given that she was too young to remember the worst of the abuse he endured, actually treating him with kindness as she secretly shares his younger curiosity for the Dark Arts.

Manipulative people—ironic, I know. But there has always been an unspoken rule between himself and his friends—never manipulating each other. But pretending to be into the things he is into in an attempt to manipulate his emotions will only end in humiliation. 

Example: Lavender Brown. The girl who thought she could go from one brother to his twin in an effort to make Ron jealous. While he may not like his twin—you don’t manipulate his family. That right is reserved only for him. And when Lavender tried to use Callum as a pawn? She ended up on her knees in the center of the courtyard with a blind fold on her eyes and lips parted wide as she begs for his cock, only for the blindfold to be ripped away as the surrounding students laughed.

Friends:

Tom Riddle—his best friend and closest confidant. The only person in the entire world that he trusts completely without question. Often assisted by his best friend on robberies that require more than two hands. If there is one person in this world that Cal actually wants but can't have; it's Tom Riddle.

Mattheo Riddle—Tom’s own twin brother who is more than happy to be a wingman or distraction to the unfortunate soul’s friends that Cal has set his eyes on for the evening. And unlike his brother, the person Callum trusts the least to keep a secret because Mattheo is incapable of keeping his yap shut—especially around Theo. 

Theodore Nott—the only other person who will stay sober (from alcohol) during a party just so they can have a somewhat intelligible conversation over a joint or a few cigarettes.

Draco Malfoy—his second closest friend and the resident drama queen of Slytherin. And the only person that Callum will let talk his ear off about how his clothes weren’t tailored just right, or how some insipid first-year spilled pumpkin juice all over his new robes as if it’s the worst thing that could ever happen in Wizarding history. 

Lorenzo Berkshire—bottom to the stars and Callum’s favorite fuck. With a mutual understanding that it will never be more than friends, Enzo is his favorite to fuck. The way his lips part so damn pretty as unintelligible whimpers manage to slip past the moans he makes—fuckk. It’s enough to drive anyone wild.

Blaise Zabini—don’t tell him, but Callum would 100% fuck his mother if Blaise wouldn’t cut his dick off in his sleep. Something Blaise made very clear when Mattheo voiced the same thought in a drunken stupor. Besides that, Blaise is the one who always has just the right thing to say—even if it’s not what you want to hear. Scratch that—especially when it’s not what you want to hear. Simply because you need to hear it.

Goal in life:

While Tom’s ultimate goal is power—Callum’s is control. The need that drives the deepest parts of himself. There is no such thing as disorder or dysfunction when it comes to Callum—one of the many reasons he and Tom are so close. Every move is premeditated, every touch intentional, and every record of every job he’s ever done is written neatly in the little black book he keeps under his mattress. 

Ready to rule by his best friend’s side with precise control, Callum will do anything for control. He isn’t above using a curse or two to make his demands a reality—but often enough, he never needs to use it. His charm and siren-like seduction can and have reduced almost everyone to their knees. 

Almost.

(Are we looking at a potentially more explosive story than Albus and Gellert?)

Elle thinks so. 🫦

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