#hermione is startled by the yell but not surprised by the news

[daddiesdrarryy]

Harry: Okay, I don’t know how to tell you guys this, so I’ll whisper it in Ron’s ear and he’ll blurt it out in astonishment

Harry: *whispers in Ron’s ear*

Ron: YOU’RE DATING DRACO MALFOY?

Hermione: …

[iwritefanficsnottragedies]

Fred Weasley

Request: None

Prompt: "My mum asked about you again"

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Forgotten in a corner of the library, their books and parchments scattered all over the table, 4 students were restlessly doing their homework.

"Can't this be done already?" one of them broke the silence, so sudden it startled the others. "Bloody hell, it's been over 3 hours!"

"We're almost done, Ron, no need to get so loud," Hermione scoffed, "besides, you barely did anything."

"I assume Hermione and I could finish it in the morning. It's getting quite late and Madam Pince isn't looking quite fondly at us," (Y/N) sighed, feeling her eyelids heavy.

A yawn from Ron made Hermione groan. "I doubt we'd get much done tonight anyway, let's just go then."

Not long after, the 4 of them found themselves on the nearly empty halls of Hogwarts, on their way to the Gryffindor common room. They walked in silence, the tiredness from a full day finally getting the best of all of them. That is, until Ron broke the silence once more.

"(Y/N)," he said, making the (H/C) girl turn her head, "are you sure you don't want to come over for Christmas?"

"No, Ron, it's alright. I don't wanna be a bother," (Y/N) smiled kindly at the ginger.

"Nonsense! You know mum loves to have you over and i wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you there."

"Plus me and Ginny could use some more girl company around, we need all the help to stop these two from getting in trouble," Hermione added. She playfully pushed (Y/N)'s shoulder, making them both chuckle for a bit, time in which Harry finally broke his silence.

"And I'm sure theres someone else who'd love to have you there," he muttered in a whisper soft enough that only Ron heard him over the laughter of the girls. He elbowed Harry, shooting him a warning glance. The brunet shrugged, but kept silent all the same.

"See?" the youngest Weasley boy started, "you have to come. My mum's gonna kill us if we destroy something again. And i do mean anything."

"I'll... I'll think about it," (Y/N) offered shyly. As much as she wanted to go, she felt like she would intrude. But there was something really pushing her to go. Or rather someone...

After a while, the girls were settled in their beds, ready to sleep, or at least (Y/N) was. Hermione seemed to be in the mood for a bit of an interrogation.

"So what's the real reason you don't wanna come?" the young witch asked.

(Y/N) laid quiet for a moment, unsure of the answer herself. She reflected silently. Her parents were more than willing to let her spend Christmas at the Burrow, her closest friends would be there. So why was she refusing really? She didn't have a reason other than the feeling that a certain brother of Ron's, Fred, to be more specific, didn't want her around.

It all started during her visit the previous summer. The holiday was coming to an end and Harry had just arrived at The Burrow. The younger Weasleys, Hermione and (Y/N) spent most of their time together till that point, but when Harry arrived, his 3 best friends spent the rest of the evening with him. Catching up, making jokes and whatnot. Night fell quickly and while the other 3 weren't as tired, (Y/N) managed to fall asleep, right on Harry. They didn't have the heart to bother her until Fred woke up, coming downstairs.

"I should take her upstairs" the twin said, making the others turn to him.

"No, it's ok. I don't mind it," Harry smiled, his arm resting around (Y/N).

"Nonsense," Fred scowled, not leaving Harry any room for protest, before scooping (Y/N)'s sleeping figure off the bed and carrying her to Ginny's room.

The next day, (Y/N) woke up surprised to find herself in bed and even more surprised to find out Fred was the one who brought her there. She went to thank him, finding him eating breakfast, but he barely acknowledged her.

"No worries," he nodded, not even glancing up from his plate.

And from then on, what was quite a beautiful friendship turned into distance between the 2. (Y/N) never understood, Fred never gave her time to ask.

The (H/C) girl was brought back from memory lane by Hermione's words.

"Will you answer before I die of old age please?"

"I don't know what to tell you, Hermione. I don't have an actual reason."

But Hermione knew better than that. It was with good reason she was comsidered the brightest witch of her age.

"I'm sure Fred wouldn't mind if you'd come. And even if he does, the rest of us want you to come. So please, change your mind. Please? For me at least?" The brown haired girl begged.

(Y/N) smiled. She knew her best friend would put her thoughts into words better than herself. But she still felt bad. After all, she didn't even know what she did.

"I don't know, Hermione, I don't wanna make empty promises."

The room fell into silence soon after, both girls too tired to go on.

The next day came and went faster than expected, and soon dinner was served. With Hermione's words from the previous mind still on her mind, (Y/N) realised she haven't seen Fred the entire day. She scanned The Great Hall for him, but there was still no sign of the redhead.

"Where could he be?" she wondered, seeing his twin a few chairs away, seemingly not missing his brother.

Her question got answered shortly afterwards though, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"May I speak with you?" Fred asked.

(Y/N) nodded and hurried to follow Fred, who was already halfway out the door. She followed him to their common room, not making a sound.

Fred sat down on a couch, motioning for (Y/N) to sit next to him.

"My mum asked about you again," he said. "She wants to know why you arent coming over for Christmas."

"Oh, it's just... you already have guests and there would be so many people, i don't wanna be a b-"

"I talked to Hermione," he intervened,"She told me why you don't want to come."

(Y/N) blushed, that meant he knew he's the sole reason. And the sad tone in his voice only made the girl feel worse.

"I don't wanna be there if it troubles you in any way."

"It doesn't, (Y/N), and I'm sorry if that's the impression I gave you." For the first time in months, Fred turned his head to look (Y/N) in her eyes. "I promise you, that's not it, I'd love it if you'd come."

"Looks like quite the opposite to me," (Y/N) frowned.

Fred let out a puff of air as he looked down at his hands. He knew well how he's been acting with (Y/N) these past few months. Though he wouldn't admit it, he was ready to flee even then from the room, go away, as far away as possible from the younger girl. Poor (Y/N) had no idea how hard it has been for Fred. Keeping himself away from someone he actually cares about was just as hurtful for him as it was for her. But he couldn't let himself fall into unrequited feelings. He remembered when things started to change.

It was the end of July and they were all home at the Burrow, when someone knocked on their door. He opened it to reveal a sun-kissed (Y/N), with a big smile on her face, a smile that gave him butterflies. Her eyes shinning bright, her rosy cheeks, everything about her, it changed everything for him. The child- his little brother's best friend- had disappeared and instead there stood (Y/N) in a whole new light, transformed into a guilty dream, an innocent desire for romance, all with one look. She hugged him and for a moment he wasn't at the Burrow anymore. He was in his own mind-made world, just for the two of them. The moment lingered for a just a bit, not nearly enough, and he was abruptly brought to reality by Ginny's excited screams, by the loss of (Y/N)'s arms around him as she hurried to Ginny.

Fred wanted more moments like these. He spent his summer longing for them, doing everything in his power to get them. Day by day, he grew more fond of (Y/N), day by day he observed her, gazed at her like she was a piece of art, never to be touched.

One evening, after the house had quieted down, Fred and his mum cleaned up after dinner in amiable silence for a while until she broke the silence. "Young love," she said, looking up at him, "it is the sweetest of all."

"Hmm?" Fred turned to face his mother.

"I know my children, Fred, and I watch over them. A mother's eyes see things others can't."

Fred continued to look at Molly, unsure of what she was talking about.

"Go talk to her, Fred, you can't just watch her like she's gonna fall into your arms." His mother laughed, but her son was far from laughter.

He froze as realisation dawned upon him. That was it. Infatuation. He had fallen for (Y/N) and he'd fallen hard. And oh, how his dreams shattered now, as it all turned to reality. His little dream was now this cruel world and he couldn't bring it here.

His thoughts wandered for some time before he heard Molly's voice, loud enough to bring the whole house downstairs.

"Harry, dear!"

It was a few hours later and Fred couldn't sleep. (Y/N) wouldn't leave his mind, but not in the same fairytale way it did before. Concerns about what he could do, what she would do if she knew- all of these imagined scenes kept him restless and wide awake.

Maybe a glass of water would help, he thought and so he made his way downstairs. And what he saw made his stomach hurt just enough to be a bother. He knew Harry and (Y/N) better than to think anything of it, but someone touching her, being so close to her, someone who isn't him, pained him.

"Bloody jealousy."

"Jealousy? Who are you jealous of?" (Y/N) asked in confusion, bringing Fred out of his thoughts. Fred swallowed dryly, realising he'd said that out loud. He didn't know if now was the right time to share his feelings or not.

Luckily for him, a commotion could be heard very close by and soon the door to the common room swung open.

"Fred!" He heard his twin brother yelling his name, giving him a chance to swallow his feelings just a little longer.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), i gotta go. But please reconsider coming over for Christmas. I'd love it if you would join us."

And with that he exited the room, leaving (Y/N) as confused as ever and he, conflicted and at odds with himself. But it could wait. He had waited until then, what's a few more days, weeks, months. Perhaps it would pass...

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Not What It Seems ( d.m )

Summary: Draco starts spreading rumours about you and you demand to know why.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k ish

Warnings: angst and draco being mean

Author’s Note: here’s my first draco fic!!! i’m currently working on 4 others, one series, two requests and a one shot that i’m 8k words deep into,, please continue sending in requests i love hearing your ideas and writing them out!<3 PSA I wrote this in like an hour so it’s not my best work lmao I just wanted to post something since i’ve been so inactive (not my gif)

You and Draco had always had a sort of rivalry going on between the two of you. Everyday in class he’d throw a snide comment directed your way which you’d send right back with a remark of your own.

Everyone had gotten used it by now the teachers hardly bothering to intervene whenever you two were having one of your ‘arguments’ in class.

It had been a monday when the rumours had started. You’d been walking to your charms class when you noticed the abnormally large crowd of Slytherin girls stop and stare when you walked past, whispering in each other’s ears while they not so subtly pointed at you.

You’d thought nothing of it since most of those girls hated you and made damn sure you knew it so that wasn’t anything new, but the stares and giggles had continued on for the rest of the day and not just from the Slytherin’s but the other houses as well, what the hell was going on?

When you’d finally made it to your last class of the day you’d grown fairly sick of it. Hermione had taken a seat next you which was when you knew something was definitely up since she always sat next to Ron and you to Harry.

She’d given you a worried glance which you’d returned with one of confusion.

“Why is everyone acting so weird?” you finally asked noticing the lingering stares from your fellow classmates who quickly looked away whenever you made eye contact.

“I was actually coming to see if you knew” Hermione had hesitantly replied, shuffling uncomfortably in her seat.

“Knew? knew what” you inquired feeling the tiniest hint of nerves as you watched Hermione bite down on her, lip carefully contemplating her next words.

“There’s been this rumour... about you” Hermione cautioned, it was obvious she didn’t feel comfortable telling you this but you didn’t care continuing to press on her. 

“What rumour?”

“Well it’s just people have been saying that you’ve been- uh sleeping around” she spoke the last part of her sentence quietly as she looked down onto her lap “please don’t think I’m judging you, I would never do that what you do in your own time is entirely your business and no one else’s, it’s just to bad nobody at this school seems to be familiar with the word privacy- but anyways, I just wanted you to hear it from me rather then anybody else”

Your eyes widened at her words and you suddenly became very aware of the students that we’re still staring now knowing what they were thinking made it ten times worse.

“What? why would anyone think that” your voice wavered even though you felt like you knew exactly who had started the rumour, Malfoy.

He’d seen you with a fellow Slytherin boy the other night, you knew that because you’d made very awkward eye contact with the platinum blond once you’d entered they boys dormitories.

It hadn’t been anything like everyone seemed to think, but you couldn’t go telling people that you were sneaking around with a boy who was helping you cheat on your tests.

You hadn’t been doing well in school so you saw no harm in paying someone off to do your homework or work on spells that would enable him to talk to you during tests and tell you the answers. Your family was wealthy which was why you knew they wouldn’t question the missing money.

You figured that Draco had been watching you whenever you’d sneak into the Slytherin common room but decided to keep it to himself until today apparently.

When he walked into the classroom accompanied by his usual entourage, you gave him the deadliest stare you could muster which he only replied too with a wink.

It infuriated you that he’d been spreading such lies about you, who did he think he was? Even if you had been sleeping with the boy it wasn’t his or anyone else’s damn business.

Since the teacher had yet to arrive you angrily stood up stomping towards Draco, wanting to get more than a few things off of your chest.

When you finally stood in front of his desk you slammed both your hands down on the wooden surface causing him to turn towards you leaning back in his chair his signature smirk resting on his lips.

“Anything I can help you with Y/L/N” his voice was smooth, as if he didn’t have a care in the world, asshole.

“You can stop telling lies about me for starters” you chided, rolling your eyes once you heard the ‘oh’s’ from around you, clearly you’d caught the attention of the rest of the class.

“They’re not lies and you know it” he challenged now sitting up fully in his chair.

“Yes they are and why do you even care Malfoy? Are you jealous” that sentence seemed to throw him off as he uncomfortably shifted in his chair his body language changing in mere seconds.

That’s when you realized you’d hit a soft spot, smirking before continuing “oh I get it, that’s it, you’re in love with me aren’t you” you teasingly pouted leaning forward on his desk to rest your chin in your palm smiling innocently up at him.

A bright pink tint appeared on his cheeks as he took in a deep breath giving you a warning glare which you ignored even though you knew you were skating on thin ice.

“Poor Malfoy can’t even get the girl he likes”

That’s when he seemed to snap, quickly getting up pushing the chair from behind him causing it to almost fall to the floor but Zabini’s arm had caught it just in time.

He placed his fingers on the desk in front of him, all embarrassment seeming to fade off of him as he looked you up and down, his signature smirk now back on his lips.

“Believe me Y/L/N, I don’t want you and neither does anyone else so any guy who says he’s interested in you beyond just fucking you is full of shit”

You’d been expecting him to say a lot of things but not that. You stood frozen for a couple of seconds, this was probably the first time you couldn’t come up with anything to say.

His words had cut deep and the chortles from the students around you weren’t helping at all. You felt tears beginning to brim in the corner of your eyes but you didn’t dare let them fall, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d hurt so you just shook your head before heading straight for the exit of the classroom.

“That was a low blow Malfoy, even for you” Hermione glared at him before hurriedly standing up and following you out into the hallway.

Draco didn’t melt into the cheers and laughter of his friends like he usually did, instead he sunk into his seat ignoring everyone around him.

He knew what he’d said wasn’t true but he’d been so blinded by jealousy when he saw you enter another boys dormitory that he’d gone to Blaise and told him that he wouldn’t be surprised if you would have gone through the entire Slytherin house by the end of the term.

He truly didn’t know why he did it and a sudden guilt creeped onto him as flashes off your hurt face lingered in his mind.

Tears were now fully falling down your cheeks, you felt embarrassed and humiliated, he’d given all the students yet another thing to gossip about without a care in the world.

“Y/N!” Hermione’s voice sounded from behind you causing to you quickly stop and turn around gladly accepting the comforting hug she engulfed you in as soon as she reached you.

“He’s full of shit Y/N don’t you dare let someone like him be the cause of your tears. You are so much more than his stupid comments believe me” you nodded letting her wipe away your tears.

You stayed out in the hallway for a couple more minutes but when you saw professor Snape walking past you, you didn’t feel like getting yelled at for being late as well so you and Hermione quickly followed after him.

As soon as you walked into the classroom all eyes were on you but you ignored them keeping your head held high as you walked back to your seat not daring to look over at Draco.

After class had finished you felt much better having spent your time with ‘the golden trio’ letting them cheer you up, your embarrassment long forgotten as the four of you made your way into the Great Hall for dinner.

You’d been walking behind them having been to caught up in your own thoughts when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist pulling you into an empty corner of the hallway along with them.

You let out a yelp as you were pressed against a wall a hand coming up to cover your mouth. You quickly looked up at your assailant only to be met with a pair of grey eyes you weren’t expecting to see, Draco.

“Calm down it’s just me”

You immediately pushed him off of you “Is that supposed to make feel better? God you’re such an arse” you scoffed attempting to walk away from him but he grabbed your arm again pulling you back in front of him.

“Y/N please hear me out” he pleaded, the mention of your first name startling you a bit, not once in all your years at Hogwarts had he called you Y/N.

“Y/N huh, that’s new” you folded your arms over your chest glaring up at him.

He ignored your words as he fiddled with his fingers clearly trying to think of an apology good enough for what he had said earlier.

“Shit, Y/N- I mean Y/L/N, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have said that it was stupid, I-I hope you know I don’t actually think that, It’s just when I saw you with him I got so mad, I don’t know why I-I didn’t mean it-“

“You didn’t mean it? Well that sure as hell didn’t stop you from saying it in front of the entire bloody class” you cut him off now resting your hand on your hip.

“I know, I- I don’t know what to say except that I’m really sorry” he shook his head before he turned to walk away from you, but just as he was about to round the corner you called out after him.

“I’m sorry for what I said as well”

He stopped dead in his tracks before slowly making his way back to stand in front of you, you were now very much aware of how close the two of you were and you almost invontarily backed into the stone wall causing him to take another step towards you.

“Well you weren’t exactly wrong”

“Oh so you were jealous” you teased looking up at the platnium blond who already had his eyes glued on you a small smile resting on his lips

Instead of answering he surged forward pressing you even harder into the wall, his hands wrapping around your waist as his lips connected with yours.

Your eyes widened at his actions as you stood frozen against him which he seemed to notice after a couple of seconds quickly pushing himself off of you.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” you cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet your lips again.

He hungrily kissed you back his arms wrapping around your torso before travelling down to your hips pulling you even more into him.

“What on earth is going on here” professor McGonagall’s voice suddenly sounded from beside you causing the two of you to quickly jump away from each other.

“Oh- uhm sorry professor we were just- uhm” you tried to come up with an excuse turning your head towards Draco hoping he would help but he just stood frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Detention, both of you for the next two weeks”

[lazywonderlvnd]

Hi, if you are still taking prompts; A magically powerful Harry not noticing that his magic does things to make Draco happy. This can be pre-relationship or established relationship. Like it starts of with his tea being exactly as he likes and always the right temperature. Then evolves to rooms changing colour or weather changing or people being unable to invade Draco’s personal space due to an invisible barrier or something ridiculous. Btw Draco doesn’t notice as well.

anon.....you really killed me w this one. i’ve been so emo over this wyugeahrwiw might end up writing smth longer tbh bc this concept is literally the only thing that matters to me!!!!!!! i hope u enjoy i had so much fun with it ❤️❤️❤️

“Harry, you do it. Please.”

“No.”

“Please!”

“We’re fucking watching something, Draco!”

“So just pause it!”

Harry grabs the pillow on his lap and slams it onto the sofa next to him. Hermione can see dust rise in its wake. He pauses the telly. 

“Are you doing it?” Draco asks hopefully. Harry scowls at him. 

“Well you won’t shut up until I do, will you?”

“Definitely not.”

Harry disappears into the kitchen and Draco sits there looking smug.

“It’s kind of sick how you get off on bossing him around,” says Ron, his tone one of simple observation. His fingers are idly playing with Hermione’s hair, but she doesn’t think he notices he’s doing it. 

“If I’m not mean to him a few times a week I break out in a rash, Weasley,” Draco says blithely. “Besides, he makes it perfectly. I don’t know how he does it, it’s always exactly the right temperature and sweetness and all that. I s’pose his years as a house-elf for those Muggles gave him plenty of time to perfect the art.”

“You’re a twat,” says Ron. “And my mum makes tea better than him.”

“Well you’re just a pitiful little mummy’s boy, aren’t you, Weasley? We can hardly trust your opinion.”

“Hark who the hell’s talking,” Ron scoffs. “Least I’m not twenty-three and still calling my mum ‘mummy’ like the world’s biggest bloody ponce.”

Draco splutters but before he can retort Harry’s coming back into the room hovering four cups of tea that float placidly to each of them. Draco looks exactly like a satisfied cat as he takes his and Harry drops back down onto the sofa next to him. Not too close, but certainly not too far, either.

“Literally exquisite,” Draco declares after he’s taken a sip. Ron rolls his eyes.

“It’s just tea, Draco,” says Harry, and he grabs for the remote to turn the film back on. “You’re such a demanding little brat. Merlin’s fucking tits.”

But Draco looks happy and Harry looks suspiciously content as well. Ron turns to her and makes a silent gagging face. Hermione snorts and puts a finger to her lips. They’ve decided not to say anything yet.

*

“Wasn’t this place a lot … uglier last time?”

“What?” Harry says absently. He’s not listening — he’s got all his attention zeroed in on a stack of parchment he’s holding. They’d only barely dragged him along to lunch; earlier the captain of the English National Team had apparently owled him a great number of brand-new Quidditch plays and required Harry’s extensive thoughts and notes before their next practise, which was tomorrow morning. 

“Uglier,” Draco says emphatically, and Ron mutters something she doesn’t catch. “Remember? The walls were that tragic egg-yolk colour.” He shivers. Hermione thinks it might have been an honest-to-god shiver of revulsion. She also thinks she knows what’s happened, even though the extent of it surprises her.

“Maybe someone heard you whingeing and changed it,” Ron apparently can’t stop himself from saying with a snigger. Hermione elbows him hard and he shoots her a glare, mouthing, he doesn’t know!

Harry would usually be the one to take the lead and get them a table when all four of them go out to eat together but today he’s too wrapped up in his Quidditch plays, so Ron steps forward and does it, which makes Hermione’s chest flutter pleasantly. He’d blush down to his bones if she ever said it aloud but he’s quite capable of being a leader in Harry’s absences. 

“Whatever happened,” says Draco pointedly as they’re led to their table, “it’s a great bloody blessing, I was genuinely unsure I’d have the mental fortitude to survive another assault like that on my delicate senses. And, I mean, this —” he gestures to the walls, which are now an admittedly pleasing dark teal above a white trim “— is stunning. It’s my favourite colour.”

“Is it? So weird they picked your favourite colour completely by coincidence,” Ron says, and Hermione elbows him again. Draco notices nothing and neither does Harry, although he does finally set the plays aside once they’re seated at the table.

“Are you complaining about the wall colour again?” he asks drily. They would both be extremely displeased to know they sound like an old married couple. Draco snatches haughtily at the paper napkin on the table and unfolds it to place over his lap. The first time he’d ever done this at a regular, decidedly not upscale restaurant Ron had taken it upon himself to spend the entire meal adopting a posh accent to match Draco’s and saying things to the waiter like “Don’t you have crystal?” while holding up a glass cup full of Pepsi and then commenting “These aren’t real silver, you know” after making a show of inspecting the titanium utensils. 

“I can complain about hideous design choices if I want to,” Draco tells Harry with his nose in the air. “Thankfully they’ve rectified it this time.”

On the other side of the restaurant, Hermione sees two employees talking, one of them gesturing at the wall with utter bewilderment. She doesn’t point it out.

*

“Twelve o’clock,” says Ron, nodding past Draco’s shoulder. “Some bloke staring you down hard, Malfoy.”

Draco looks excitedly behind him, but what Hermione takes more notice of is the way Harry’s face falls a little. She can’t help but wonder if he even realises it’s happened. She’s almost certain he’s aware of his feelings for Draco even though he still hasn’t said anything to her (and she’s been waiting months now, the effort of holding her tongue growing only more difficult by the day, and she knows Ron’s always seconds away from shouting at him) but she doesn’t think he knows how obvious he is. Draco doesn’t seem to know either, but she thinks that’s because Draco feels exactly the same way. She’d have called them morons, but she remembers too well how long it had taken her and Ron.

“What the fuck, Weasley,” Draco hisses, turning back around with a scowl that makes Ron laugh and Harry perk up again a little bit. “He looks like he hasn’t washed his hair in weeks.”

“Now, now,” says Ron, “mustn’t judge books by their greasy covers.”

“Then you go shag him if you think he’s so fit.”

“Maybe I will,” Ron says airily, as if he really is considering it, and Hermione can’t help chuckling and kissing his cheek. Then his expression changes to one of wicked amusement, which makes all of them look round to see the bloke coming their way. Hermione glances at Harry to find that — oh yes, he looks flustered and vaguely upset.

“Hullo,” says the greasy bloke to Draco as he comes up beside him at their table. He’s really not terrible-looking, but if she’s learned anything about Draco in the last couple years it’s that his standards amount to models and Harry Potter, so this man has almost no chance.

“Hello,” Draco drawls, reminding her fiercely of his younger self at Hogwarts. “I’m not interested.”

“Right little narcissistic bugger, aren’t you?” the man says. And now, finally, he’s begun to look as revolting to Hermione as he’d done initially to Draco — a repellent personality can do that. “Maybe I just wanted to come and have a chat.”

“Then why aren’t you looking at any of the rest of us?” Ron asks, sounding halfway between amused still and a little put off.

“Can you leave, please?” Draco interjects, cringing away from the man encroaching slowly on his personal space. And suddenly, as he looks on the verge of antagonising Draco further, he shifts his feet and slips, landing right on his bum with a yell of surprise. All four of them get to their feet to see, but there doesn’t seem to be any liquid or even slimy food for him to have tripped on.

“The fuck ...?” the man says, getting back to his feet. But when he moved towards Draco, he only slips again, on absolutely nothing at all. Something clicks and Hermione looks at Harry: he seems as confused as anyone else (if obviously pleased).

She looks at Ron then, who catches her eye and lifts his brows like he’s thinking the same thing.

Draco’s suitor gets up once more and steadies himself, looking a bit dazed. Some deep animal instinct seems to tell him to stop trying, and with a wary glance at Draco he finally leaves.

“Well that was a bit of a fucking scene,” says Harry. Draco, coming out of his own startled daze, laughs.

“Yeah,” Ron says sarcastically, “wonder what could’ve possibly happened.”

*

“I really thought it was going to rain,” Draco mopes where he’s standing at the window. It’s grey outside but it definitely doesn’t look like rain and Draco appears so upset about it that Hermione actually feels badly, even though she’s quite glad for the clear weather. 

“Just shut the curtains,” Ron suggests from his place on the floor. He’s sorting through Harry’s collection of VHS tapes, trying to decide on a good Halloween movie. Not that he’s ever seen any of them, and Hermione suspects he’ll end up choosing whichever cover he likes best.

“It’s not the same!” Draco wails. “The thunder and lightning is all part of it, you uncultured pillock! The atmosphere is all wrong.”

“It’ll be just as good when we shut off all the lights and draw the curtains,” she assures him, but it doesn’t remove the look of disappointment from his face. It’s a pouty sort of thing that echoes the brattiness of his youth; she imagines a five-or-six-year-old Draco giving his parents similar looks when he wasn’t getting what he wanted.

 At that moment the front door opens and Harry walks in carrying two grocery bags, one of which contains alcohol, which Hermione can tell by the way the plastic is bulging around the cans.

“The fuck are you all doing here?” he says by way of greeting.

“You said eight o’clock, fuckhead,” Ron tells him without looking up. “But it’s fine, I’ve had time to pick a film and Malfoy’s had time to moan about the weather.”

“What’s wrong with the weather?”

“I wanted a storm!”

At that exact moment, a flash of lightning lights up the sky behind Harry where he hasn’t even closed the door yet. Seconds later a downpour begins, and then there’s a rolling crash of thunder.

Hermione’s eyes widen and once more she finds Ron’s gaze, who looks about as shocked as she feels. Draco, meanwhile, has his hands over his mouth and looks like a child on Christmas morning.

For the first time since his magic had begun picking up on Draco’s wishes and granting them of seemingly its own accord, Hermione sees Harry look suspicious. He peers behind him at the storm suddenly raging outside his house before slowly closing the door. When he turns back he looks directly at Hermione, who looks away quickly.

They set up the food Harry had gotten — all kinds of Halloween-themed sweets — and once everyone has their drinks (“Make mine,” Draco tells Harry, “you do it best”) and is comfortable on the two sofas in the room (Harry and Draco are, as usual, as close to each other as they can get without actually touching) they start the movie: The Thing, which Harry swears is one of the greatest horror films of all time.

Funny thing is, an hour and a half into it she looks over and, with a jolt, realises the two of them are kissing half-covered beneath a blanket. She elbows Ron, who positively beams when he notices.

“Fucking finally, dear sweet Merlin,” he whispers, the sound muffled by the continued rain and thunder. “I nearly hit him upside the head when he made it rain, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Shh!” Hermione hisses, though she’s smiling. “They’ll hear you. We’ll rag him about it tomorrow.”

A soft sound of laughter comes from the other sofa that Hermione identifies as Draco’s, and when she risks another peek after a moment she sees that Harry has a hand on Draco’s jaw, and that he’s smiling.

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Pair: Draco Malfoy x reader, Sibling! Harry Potter x reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language, (unedited asf)

Summary: Draco has to prove his love for her, while Y/N deals with the effects of the breakup. 

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long, y’all have been waiting a while for this one. Anyway kinda rushed to finish. Send me any requests for Draco or any of the character you see on my master list, I hope you enjoy :)

Masterlist - Part 1

"Prove it." Those words you spoke ran through Dracos head every time he saw you in the hall laughing with your friends, every time he had a class with you, every time he passed by the room of requirements. He lied awake on his bed each night missing your touch. Normally that would be the case considering the secrecy of your relationship but at least before he had memories of whatever lingered from the hours prior to when he was alone. He at least had that to hold on to. Now, thanks to what he admits are his cowardice-- he has nothing. He's alone without the one thing, the one person that made his miserable life mean something; you.

You weren't getting along any better. You tried to put up a front, knowing that you'd concern your friends and your brother. They obviously didn't know what was going on and they would be confused why your mood suddenly changed from blissfully happy to down and depressed. So you go on with your life as it would have been before your breakup with Draco or even before you had even gotten together with him in the first place. Cedric has been a big help in keeping your mind off of the platinum blond-haired boy, a good buddy is what you liked to call him when Harry asks what goes on between you and Cedric. At times you wish you would've liked Cedric as he liked you. Unfortunately, dark, brooding, and emotionally unavailable is your type.

A hand on your shoulder brought you back into reality, you forgot you were with Cedric sitting by the black lake. "Thinking about him again?" He asked.

"No." You lied, even though you knew that he knew you by now and that you most likely were thinking about Draco. He doesn't know that guy you were thinking about was Draco, he never pried. It's not like you're like this all the time either but the rare times you were, you would zone out, replaying certain memories when they came up with what you would be doing at the time.

"It's okay if you were."

"I wasn't."

"Alright, Alright, Whatever you say." He puts his hands up in surrender. You playfully shoved him.

"We should go back anyway, I have potions in 30 and it's a long walk." You motioned your hand so that he would follow you.

"Have you ever thought that maybe if you put a little pep in your step, you'd get to class faster?"

You shot him a glare. "First of all it's freezing, Snape is lucky I'm even showing up to his class at all instead of cuddled up in my bed with my warm blankets. Second of all if I put a 'pep in my step' I'll be out of breath." He chuckled.

"A bit of exercise could help with shortness of breath when walking y'know."

"How dare you suggest such an activity around me!" You stopped in your tracks putting a hand to your chest. "The word exercise personally offends me, sir."

Cedric stutters out an apology while laughing. "I-I am sorry Y/N, I promise not to mention your lack of physical fitness."

"That would be greatly appreciated." You let out a 'hmph' sound as you turned your back on him, continuing your trek to class.

~~~

A full day of classes had you exhausted and prepared to drop on your bed. You fought your eyes from closing as you walked back to your dorm. You hadn't even noticed you were bumped into someone while walking until you heard them shout, "Watch where your-" He paused noticing it was you.

'Fuck' you groaned internally. In your tired state, you forgot to go the other, longer way back to your dorm. It was a new system you set for yourself, instead of going the way you and Draco would usually walk through to get a glimpse of each other throughout the days you were together, you now walked the halls you knew he never liked to go through because of how it would be packed by students rushing to get to class.

You rolled your eyes at his attitude, you knew it wasn't meant for you. He gave you a once-over. You stuttered a quick apology moving away from him. He grabbed your wrist, you glanced at where he held his grip and to his eyes.

"Sorry." He muttered. "Can we talk?"

As much as you wanted to talk to him, you weren't mentally or emotionally prepared for this conversation. Your mind was racing with the different things he would say. Did he find someone else? Does he want to get back together and actually try? Or revert back to your old ways of sneaking around?

"I-"

"It doesn't have to be right at this moment." He leaned in to whisper in your ear. "How 'bout our usual time and place?"

"Fine." You yanked your wrist back from his grip and walked away from him.

~~~

Several hours later, you found yourself in front of the room of requirements, shaking your head you stepped inside.

"Alright, I'm here now what do you want?"

"You."

"You know I'm not yours anymore."

"Y/N you were always mine, let's stop this ridiculousness and go back to how we were before." He took a step towards you, you stepped back. You wanted to keep your distance, you didn't know how much restraint you had to keep yourself away from him. You knew being too close would lead you into his trap. He'd kiss you and tell you sweet nothings and you would believe them.

"I don't want to go back to the ways it was before!" You yelled, there were tears burning in your eyes. "You know what I want and if you can't give me that then we can't be together!"

"Y/N I can't do this without you-"

"Do what, Draco?" You wiped the stray tears that fell out.

"Live, I don't know how to live without you. Eating is a chore, sleeping knowing you're not in my arms is unbearable, in fact, I haven't slept since we broke up." You could see his eyes line with water. You willed yourself to not give in. You deserved a person who isn't afraid to love you in the open.

"I haven't either..." You allowed yourself to admit to him, then straightened yourself, your moment of weakness gone. "But it doesn't matter we can get past this and learn to live without each other."

"I can't, I won't."

"Then you know what you need to do," With that, you left.

~~~

The next day he approached your brother during lunch and asked to speak with him. You were nervous, this wasn't exactly how you thought the big reveal was going to go. But when Harry came back he didn't look angry but confused and suspicious.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked. You glanced back and forth between Draco over at the Slytherin table and Harry who was now, sitting back in his seat in front of you.

"He apologized for everything." Harry's brows furrowed.

"Shouldn't that be a good thing?" You questioned. Hermione shook her head 'no'

"He always has some other agenda." She wasn't entirely wrong. Maybe this was his way of trying, but he's mistaken if he thinks that just apologizing to Harry will have you running back. He would have to try harder, you would help him out a little bit by gaining Harry and the rest of the group's favor, as much as you could.

"Maybe he's trying to change."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed, "That's what he said, he told me that he wanted to change and do better and apologized for everything he's done since our first year. Malfoy even gave me the answers to the History of Magic exam next class."

"Where'd he get those?" Ron asked with a mouthful of food. Hermione rolled her eyes, "It doesn't matter cause he's not going to use them. Right, Harry?" He shrugged.

"I might, I'm not exactly passing that class 'mione." She gave him a disapproving look and snatched the piece of parchment from his hand. "I could've helped you study, besides how do you know this isn't some sort of joke?"

"Does it matter? Pass it over, I need to get an outstanding before McGonagall writes a letter to Mum about my notes. I am not doing well this year." Ron answered.

"How about this, you use the answers that he gave you and if you pass then he really is trying to get better and if you fail he's just being a prick, yeah?" You suggested, you were sure that this was his attempt (one of many, you hoped) to get you back with him. If it was, then he was playing smart. Getting on your brother's good side first was a good idea.

In the days that passed, You, Harry, and the others were waiting for the results Malfoy continued to do good deeds for your group which made everyone suspicious. Even sending you flowers during days where when the mail came in with love notes. It was nice but those were secret, just for you and him although everyone knew you were being courted nobody knew by who. And when Harry and Ron had gotten their results back from Professor Binns, they passed. Hermione wasn't too thrilled about being wrong, Ron wanted to celebrate at the next Hogsmeade trip which was tomorrow. You all decided that you'd get butterbeer at the three broomsticks and would talk over what to do with Malfoy now that he's no longer bullying them.

When everyone went to bed, you found yourself using your dad's invisibility cloak to sneak off to the room of requirements. You were surprised to find Draco laying on the couch that always appeared, with his eyes closed. He looked peaceful and beautiful, his platinum blond hair standing out in the darkness of the room. His perfectly sculpted face, and oh how you missed kissing him on his soft lips.

"Starings at a person while they're sleeping is a bit odd, don't you think?" He sat up, you were startled by his voice and jumped.

"You're not sleeping anymore." You sat on the empty spot next to him. "Thanks for the answers, by the way, they were thrilled."

"Stole them from a Ravenclaw, they didn't seem to have use for them." You snorted at his reply of course he would. "What'd you think about the flowers?"

"My room now looks like a florist's shop by they were beautiful, thank you."

"I have to start somewhere." He shrugged. You had a small smile on your face, these were the things that you missed, what you loved about him and yes it was the bare minimum of effort but it used to be a lot more when you were together. People don't see this side of him, how he could be improper and make jokes that aren't all snide remarks at people. He's kind and sweet and considerate of the people he cares about. Your smile turned into a frown when you remembered why you broke up in the first place. He was considerate and cared about you but not enough to be with you in public and not care about what others say.

"I fucked it up but I'm going to try Y/N, It'll be a new start for us, I promise." He slowly eased his hand into your own, as if questioning if it was alright. And for the moment, it was.

You didn't notice that you had fallen asleep on the couch with Draco when you woke up. His arm underneath supporting your head, one of your arms were tucked into you while the other was wrapped around his waist. You took note of the position you were in and scolded yourself mentally. This was definitely not keeping your distance. Gladly this was the only thing that happened last night. You sneakily removed yourself from to so you wouldn't wake him up, picking up the invisibility cloak that laid on the ground and ran back to the common room, praying absence wasn't noticed. It was about 10 o'clock in the morning, you could tell by the sun shining and the number of students who were buzzing about the halls.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron weren't in the common room when you entered through the portrait hole after a fellow Gryffindor.  You let out a sigh of relief when you made it to your dorm, uncovering yourself from the cloak. You quickly got dressed in normal clothes for the day. By the time you went down, the others were sitting around chatting.

"Finally!" Ron exclaimed, "Now can we go?"

"Yes, Ronald." Hermione dragged Ron away. "So dramatic, we were only out here for 10 minutes."

Your trek to the small town of Hogsmeade was uneventful. You went to a couple of stores before finally sitting down at a table by the stairs at the three broomsticks. Ron and Harry went to go get drinks leaving you and Hermione at the table alone.

"Where were you last night?" She blurted out. You choked on your spit, you didn't expect that.

"What do you mean?" You asked after your coughing fit. She gave you a look that said 'seriously.

"I woke up in the middle of the night you were gone, when I woke up to wake the boys you still weren't there, and then all of a sudden you come down from girl's dorm as if you were there the entire time." She folded her arms across her chest, one eyebrow arched in the way she always did when she made a point. "I guess the question isn't where you were but who were you with?"

You knew your shock was giving you away and you tried to compose yourself, luckily the boys returned with the drinks. You took one out of Ron's hand and took a sip.

"That was mine but whatever I guess." He sat down next to Hermione. "Alright so when are we gonna talk about the new Malfoy?"

"We were having a good day without having to bring him up, Ron." Harry groaned.

"Well, your days gonna get a whole lot worse because he just walked in." Ron nodded his head toward the entrance. You sunk into your seat putting a hand over your face in hopes that he wouldn't see you.

Just as fate would have it he saw your brother and friends and came over to your table. "Good afternoon Weasley, Granger, Potters."

You all replied with awkward greetings, they were all obviously confused as to why he would come up to you guys and not immediately throw insults.

"I was wondering if I could have a word with Y/N?" He asked politely. Your eyes narrowed 'Oh fuck no'. You felt all their eyes shift to you, Hermiones especially a glint in her eye telling you that she knew the answer to her own question.

Just as you were about to answer, Harry interjected with a no, "Whatever you need to talk to her about you could say it in front of us. Your eyes widened, 'Merlin this day truly couldn't get worse'.

"Very well then, Potter would you allow me to take your sister out on a date?" You almost spit out your drink and slightly coughed when you swallowed. You looked between Harry's angry face and Dracos amused one. You assumed Harry was too shocked to respond, your nerves were all over the place waiting for him to say something.

"No." He said simply. Draco clenched his jaw while yours dropped at your brother's bluntness, Ron looked shocked and burst out laughing and Hermione was just sitting there watching this scene unfold. No seemed to be the answer of the day.

You shook your head. "So what I don't get a say?"

"I mean-" Draco attempted to respond but Harry cut him off.

"That's why you've been so nice recently, this was all some sort of plot to get to my sister, use her to get to me?" Harry stood up so he was face to face with Draco. "Listen here Malfoy, you can mess with me, try to humiliate me, get me into all sorts of trouble but the minute you bring my sister into this-"

"Harry calm down." You saw his wand peeking out through the sleeve of his hoodie.

"I can assure you this isn't some plot to get to you, I've fancied your sister for quite some time now." His eyes flickered between you and your brother. "I decided it was time I acted on it."

"Is he the guy that's been sending you flowers?" You pursed your lips debating on whether to answer or not, it seems like Draco was feeling bold today so he confessed that he was.

"I thought you were dating Cedric?" Ron interrupted, Draco rolled his eyes and Hermione smacked him over the head. "Of course not idiot!"

You chuckled, "No he's just a good friend."

"The timing just doesn't make sense." Harry tried to reason, "Malfoys never showed interest before and he's an arsehole." He spoke as if he wasn't standing right in front of him.

"He's a lot sweeter than you think!" you defended him.

"How would you know?"

"Because we were dating before!" Draco lost his patience. He was going to ask you out in front of Harry in hopes he'd say yes and ease him into the idea of being in a relationship with him. But at this point, with what happened last night he couldn't restrain himself from you anymore.

Hermione gasped. It appeared the whole Three broomsticks was quiet at the outburst. "I'm tired of hiding it. And I lost her because. I wanted to keep our relationship hidden so I've been trying to win back her affections. I can't deal with this anymore, Y/N you know this, You know how much I love you and you're right. Our love can't be hidden, not one like ours, so pure and powerful. It was wrong of me to hold us back because I was scared. I'm not anymore, clearly, please," He knelt down on one knee, something you never ever thought he would do in front of all these people. The most vulnerable part of him coming out. "tell me you still love me and you will take me back."

"Of course, I will." You brought him back up, grabbing his face and kissing him. Cheers were heard all around you. This was all you wanted.

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Christmas Special of The Keeper of the Diamond (Severus Snape x reader & Lucius Malfoy x reader)

By yan-senna

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Dec 7 - An Unhappy Snape in Potions Class

Word count: 821

Once again, Snape wakes up in his bed as he sighs. He tried to stay in his private chambers all day with Y/N yesterday. However, she sadly had classes to attend to after they finished their breakfast.

A very peaceful and nice breakfast.

After she and her friends left the grounds of Hogwarts, the Potions Master decided to stay hidden for the rest of the day, cancelling his lessons saying that he was feeling unwell.

Unfortunately, he can’t keep hiding forever and has to teach his dunderhead students today. In his classroom- DECORATED classroom.

With only five minutes left before the lesson starts, he finally decides to get out of bed. Once he’s ready, he heads towards the cluttered Potions classroom.

He can’t help but growl when he enters. There are decorations EVERYWHERE.

The students seem to have a bit too much fun.

“I can’t believe Vera and Laura did it! This room has to be the most decorated one in the entire castle!” Harry exclaims, looking at the classroom in awe.

So does Neville. “I can’t believe it either. This place suddenly doesn’t look so scary” the boy says, almost looking relaxed.

Hermione however sighs. She has a feeling the Potions Master will be in a horrible mood today…

And she’s right. Snape strolls towards his desk, slamming a book on top of it, startling everyone. He then glares at his students.

“I would have made you brew today, but you all seem too excited for Christmas… You might just end up blowing up the classroom. Which might not be such a bad idea after all, considering it would destroy this ridiculous clutter… Instead, you will write how to brew Draught of Peace as well as what the potion does. Begin” he demands.

All the students groan.

“Bloody hell, I had no idea his mood could get any worse” Ron exclaims, looking surprised.

Draco smirks. “Well, you should get used to it, Weasley. It will probably get worse when you open your presents in front of him” he says.

Ron widens his eyes. “I almost forgot that! We have to spend Christmas with Snape! And you and your parents!” he almost yells, realising he has to spend Christmas with these Slytherins.

Snape slams the book again, though louder this time.

“Enough! Do your assignment! I will not hear any word of Christmas during our lesson again! In fact, I will not hear a single sound from any of you!” he snaps, gritting his teeth.

Both Draco and Ron gulp. Okay, he’s in a REALLY bad mood. They immediately start to do their task, barely daring to breathe.

Sighing, Snape sits down on his chair, feeling a headache coming. He might need a dose of Draught of Peace himself once this class is over…

As all the students seem to be writing, he decides to write as well - in his enchanted notebook.

“Hello, Y/N. I hope I’m not interrupting” he writes.

He immediately gets an answer.

“Hi, Severus! Don’t worry, you aren’t. My lessons didn’t start yet. How about you? Aren’t you teaching?” she replies.

“I am. I have made them write about Draught of Peace. They were too distracted by the Christmas decorations” he writes, sighing to himself in annoyance.

Y/N is quick to answer again.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Hopefully you can get a bit of peace while they are writing (happy face)” she writes.

He chuckles to himself. He finds it cute that she drew a smiley.

He then notices Harry looking at him. Snape raises an eyebrow, giving the boy a warning look. The Gryffindor immediately returns his attention to his parchment.

Snape then diverts his attention back to the enchanted notebook.

“Yes, hopefully… By the way, what do you wish for Christmas?” he writes, looking curious as he wonders what her answer will be.

“I will like anything you give me! How about you? I could give you potion ingredients, cauldrons, a new scarf… Ooh, how about a new coat? I can find you an extra warm one!” she writes back.

He almost snorts at that. “I will leave that up to you… I see we will both surprise each other” he writes.

It takes a while before she replies.

“Yes, that will be fun! Sorry, I have to go now. I hope it won’t be too bad teaching those dunderhead students of yours. Have a nice day, Severus! (Heart) (Heart)” Y/N writes, drawing an endless amount of hearts for him.

He smirks at that. He loves that she called his students what they are - dunderheads.

He writes one last message before closing the notebook.

“Don’t worry, I will see you later. I will do my best to survive teaching… Have a nice day as well, princess” he writes, knowing the nickname will make her blush. He can already imagine her flustered face.

Unbeknownst to them, something is happening in Azkaban.

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4. The missing piece

| Prompt used- Caressing others hands | [ Fluff comfort ]

" you have to move on Harry, it's not just unhealthy but wrong to yourself. All you do is sulk around here and it's simply worrisome to everyone " Hermione expressed. Harry admired her effort to come here and try to talk to harry but it simply now felt like a wasted time. It had been almost 7 months since Harry and Draco broke up and harry have had a disastrous time moving on. To conclude he couldn't. Hermione even tried setting him up with a few guys and girls but he didn't hit it off . He just couldn't move on from that blond head he still loved so much and he was to blame .

" I have mione , I have " Harry lied as he took out beer from the fridge and passed one to Hermione .

" so then you'll be going to pansy's wedding ?" Harry dreaded upon hearing the words . He knew attending her wedding meant seeing Draco and he wasn't sure he could do that, not after how they had broken up and he knew she deliberately bought it up.

" I don't think so , I've got that case I've been working on and it's been a hectic one-"

" you and I both know that's a lie " Hermione bellowed. She wasn't blind, it was clear that harry was always lying maybe because a part of him was afraid of saying the truth or maybe because he wasn't confident enough to hear his own words anymore.

" Harry either you have to move on or you have to simply forget him. You can't keep lying to you and me . I know you can't forget him, it would be completely blantly stupid. "

" Hermione I understand your worry but I will move on one day alright . Maybe today's not one of those days alright" Harry told her calmly

" but Harry -"

" Hermione please " Harry simply plead. Hermione sighed and drank her beer again .

" what if he's still in love with you too ?" The words bolted something through him , He'd be a fool if he said he didn't like the sound of it but he knew Draco , he moved on fast , faster than spells. He would never wait for him and he knew that but still he liked the sound of Draco still being in love with him .

" I know he has moved on " Harry told her as if too obvious.

" you don't know that Harry, maybe he hasn't . Maybe he's just as terrible as you . I see him Harry and he doesn't seem like someone who have moved on . Infact when I asked him about his date to the wedding he said he didn't have any and if he haven't then maybe give it another try. You're Harry and Draco for Merlin's sake " Hermione exclaimed .

" mione accept it, we like everyone else broke okay. I know him better than anyone, I know he might have moved on by now " Harry sighed

" might have ? So a part of you still believe that he might not have ?" Hermione questioned containing her excitement .

Harry exhaled " i- I don't know but it might be possible , alright. Draco's not heartless-"

" there you go then , then maybe you should go and talk to him -"

" are you insane -"

" what if he's actually waiting for you ?" Hermione asked

Harry sighed " I don't think so mione "

" you wouldn't know until ask him "

" I'm not seeing him mione. It's a completely ridiculous idea. If he wanted to see me then he would've owled me or something" Harry replied sternly

" harry, you have to admit you gave up too soon-"

" so what if I did ? It isn't like me going away mattered to him anyways !" Harry bellowed

" don't you dare pin all of this on him harry, you were as wrong as he was, did you try to apologise to him even once? It takes two to mess up something " Hermione agitated

" it's over mione okay , it doesn't matter, we're both better off without each other-"

" no you both are not okay. I see you both and you're both just lying to yourselves and I can see how unhappy you are" Hermione yelled back.

" look harry, I may not be some love guru or something but if there's one thing I know it's that what you guys had, it doesn't happen to everyone. You loved each other harry, you guys were and will always be great together and you know I'm right when I say you'll never find anyone like him " Hermione sighed. It was true, what harry and draco had, it was great, it was much more than great and maybe, just maybe harry had given up too soon without giving him a chance.

" Mione-"

" harry, you know I'm right. You're dying to see him again. You miss him " if there was pity in her voice she didn't even try to conceal it. It broke him because it was true, he missed draco very, very much and he couldn't ever hide how much he loved him.

" look give it another try, it's not that late alright. I'll tell him you want to stop by alright" she sounded desperate and harry hated when Hermione had to plead him to do something because Hermione don't plead and when she does, her instincts are always right.

" mione I don't think so it's a good idea " Harry replied giving up

" you won't know until you give it a try. If he have moved on then you'll get your closure , alright. This is important . Learn to put yourself first in life Harry " Hermione said affectionately.

" fine , I'll do it but you don't have to do anything" Harry complied and after an hour Hermione finally left . Harry didn't wanted to see Draco but a much larger part of Harry wanted to meet Draco . He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel even a little bit excited to see him again. Though he didn't wanted to go to his place unannounced so he sent a patronus claiming he would like to meet up in an hour at his place. Earning a reply from Draco , Harry decided he had to go now . Even then Harry didn't wanted to completely go , a strange fear struck his heart that maybe , just maybe Draco was already with someone else.

Still Harry showed up at Draco's place , decided to face his fear and If it doesn't work out then as Hermione said , Maybe he'll get his closure .

Harry finally rang the bell of house 14 trunt avenue and within a minute or so Draco showed up at the door .

" hi " Draco said when Harry had stood there speechless just observing him . It was a wish come true , seeing Draco again, seeing that same face again that he had kissed so many times , the face that lit up even his worst days, the face he could never get enough of and now there he stood , still the same . Only then Harry replied " hey " and then he finally looked at Draco's appearance . He was hastily clinging onto the house robes . Harry furrowed his brows but ignored the movements.

" you said you wanted to meet? " Draco asked

" oh yeah , i- how are you ?" Harry stammered .

" i- I'm fine " Draco sounding surprised . Harry heard some rustling from his house but before Harry could see anything Draco had blocked his sight .

" i- anyways - I wanted to ask -"

" Draco " someone called from inside . It sounded like a guy, his voice startled Draco .

" I didn't know you had company " Harry said frowning

" it's nothing. It's just someone f- I know " Draco clumsily replied .

" oh " Harry fell silent. He wanted to say something but this throat contracted over and over again disabling harry from forming any sentence. He looked down at this feet and swallowed his emotions but he wasn't sure if anything helped at all anymore . His worst fear invaded him , Draco had moved on and was already with Someone new . Draco had already forgotten what was it like being with Harry , he already forgotten how much he loved Harry and how much Harry loved him back .

" anyways you were asking something ?" Draco said pulling Harry out from the whirling feelings causing a storm inside him.

" ri- right yeah. Nevermind. I- I'm sorry to disturb you. I - I should go " his voice cracked as he turned around . He couldn't stay any longer, he just couldn't . Draco had moved on.

" Harry wait " he heard Draco yell behind him but Harry had already crossed the front door.

" Harry please wait " he heard Draco yell again . Harry turned around once before to get the final glimpse of the man he once loved but when he turned back around he only saw light's coming incredibly close his face .

" HARRY " was the last scream Harry remembered he heard and the last terrified look in those stormy grey eyes.

The next he remembered opening his eyes to the dingy grey room with a flickering light over his head and the window lighting up the room. Harry had no recollection of what happened after he got out of draco's house. Draco ...

" fuck you're awake " he heard someone and before he could even see who it was they had ran out but somewhere he knew that voice very well.

After the healers had checked upon harry, he was free to have visitors. One by one a few of his friends came by and talked with for a while, Ron almost yelling at harry for being a twat.

" harry there's someone who wants to meet you " Hermione said at last after exchanging glances with everyone. Before harry could've asked who it was, draco had entered the room and slowly everyone started departing.

Draco carefully sat down next to Harry's bed while harry simply looked at the other wall.

" ha-" draco cleared his throat and tried again " harry " but harry didn't reply

" how are you ?" But he didn't reply again.

" fuck- talk to me harry- please " his voice cracked and it took everything in harry to not hold draco, to tell him he's fine now, to console him, to tell him he still loves him but harry's Throat had closed completely and no words came out.

" okay don't talk to me- If that be it, I'm going to keep talking anyway " harry wanted laugh at Draco's stubbornness but didn't.

" I don't think you know but you got h-hi- hit by a b-bus when you walked out of my house. The driver was a muggle so he's I don't know In some muggle auror thing" harry wanted to correct him and tell him it's called a police but again he didn't say anything.

" I missed you " he spoke again and waited for harry to say something but he didn't reply. He belonged to another man now, he reminded himself.

" fuck- just - fine. At least just tell me why did you come by ? " Harry still didn't answer

" I don't get it, why are you mad at me !? I didn't hit you with a bus. I see you after 7 fucking months and then you suddenly get mad at me. Do you even fucking know how much I missed you, no because your inflated ass didn't care. Why would you care right ?" Still harry replied nothing and then he heard it, the whimpers, the desperation in his cries.

" harry please. This is worse than anything else " draco cried. A tear briskly fell down from Harry's eyes but he stared up at the ceiling. He felt a water droplet on his left hand . He cursed himself for being an asshole but he couldn't decide why exactly was he being an asshole. Draco carefully took his hand and swiftly rubbed his thumb over Harry's knuckles and cried again.

" f-fine if you don't want to talk I'm not going bother you. Take care harry" and draco swiped the hair out of Harry's forehead and kissed his forehead softly.

" I missed you " harry broke out just as draco was about to leave his hand.

" harry" draco cried and held Harry's hand more tightly.

" why- why didn't you say anything until now ?" Draco cried .

" i- I don't know. You're with someone and I fe-"

" I'm with someone ? Which moron told you that ?" Draco was agitated but still didn't stop crying.

" when I came, I heard someone and I thought -"

" and you thought, you assumed I was with someone and forget about us. Good lord harry. It was Blaise, he had come by to discuss something about pansy's wedding while I was just about to go for a bath. And you thought- I can't believe you. You really thought I would be with anyone else after you -"

" hey if you were me you would've thought the same " harry furiously replied

" yes but I won't fucking get hit by a bus " draco bellowed . They felt silent until slowly both of them broke into fit of laughter and laughed for quite few moments at the absurdity of both of them.

" I - I missed you so much " draco smiled after the laughter had dissolved and caressed Harry's hand softly.

" I missed you too " harry replied in tears.

" I love you so much and I just- I don't want to leave you ever again " draco said, tears filling his eyes.

" I don't want to go. I was so stupid" harry let the tears flow.

" fuck me too. did I tell you how much I missed you?" Draco asked again as he inched closer to harry.

" yes you did and he only got hit by a bus and look at you two crying like fucking babies. Get a grip for Merlin's sake " Ron sniggered as he barged into the room

" Ron, they just got back together" Hermione hit his arm Playfully.

Draco smiled back at harry and carefully kisses his lips " I love you "

" I love you too "

" get a room " Ron groaned.

" Weasley we had a room until you barged in" Draco rolled his eyes and just like that the room filled with laughter again.

And everything got back to how it used to be like the puzzle was finally complete once again, the missing piece was finally home and harry cherished it till his last breath.

Request are open

Day 3 - hinding face in the neck

Day 5- feeling their pulse

Sorry this is a bit long

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Remus Lupin is good

Summary: y/n is a student at Hogwarts and is now returning for the new semester. A lot has changed during the summer, including but not limited to: the school uniform and name. You were pleased to find that your friends Harry, Ron and Hermione were more than understanding and supportive. Not everyone would be supportive, but you didn’t expect for it to hit you so hard, but luckily the new professor Remus Lupin is there to help you.

Paring: none💚 (platonic/friends Remus Lupin and trans!male reader)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: transphobia, homophobia, slurs, mild swearing and some angst

words: 2.1K

note: I know that the timeline doesn’t add up but just roll with it... also no proof read 

Happy holidays if I don’t post again before the new year <3

The second to last year of your journey at Hogwarts was about to begin, you had gone to Diagon Alley accompanied by the Weasleys and Harry, of course. A lot had changed that summer, the name you had gone by before had been replaced by a masculine name, it was in the process of being changed legally, you had gotten the boys uniform delivered to your doorstep that morning and you were more than excited for the new year. You had gotten enormous support from the Weasleys and all of your friends, but it didn’t stop that small voice in the back of your head kept talking about how hard everything was going to be once you got into Hogwarts, the constant deadnaming until corrected. You didn’t look forward to that. You knew that it was normal, of course, people will question but it didn’t stop you from feeling bad about it. There was even a voice that said ”Why did you have to do this to everyone around you? You’re complicating everyone’s lives. Why can’t you just be normal?” That voice was mean and the loudest. 

”Y/n! Y/n come on we need to get moving?” Molly yelled, everyone had already entered the platform 9¾ and you had fallen behind, gotten lost in your thoughts. You quickly shook yourself awake and gathered the strength to push the big trolley through the brick wall. Molly followed suit. ”It’s going to be alright, you have Harry and Ron with you, Hermione will take it very well I’m sure,” Molly whispered to you as she patted your back as a sign of support. You nodded determinedly. You hadn’t told Hermione yet, hell, you hadn’t even seen her all summer. You knew she’d take the news well, it was Hermione after all. 

Your hand got grabbed by Harry, he was leading you towards the train, the platform was packed with people and it was hard to move in any direction. There was a lot of whistling, yelling and things falling over, you felt relieved when the door to your carriage was closed. Hermione was already there, she loved to be on time. ”Harry! Ron! -” she greeted excitedly, but didn’t say your name. She stared you up and down. ”I’m sorry I don’t recognise you,” she said, somewhat embarrassed. ”This is our new, old friend y/n,” Ron said as he threw his arm on your shoulders, although he struggled a bit due to the height difference. Hermione sat back down on the seat. ”Of course, I should’ve known it was y/n,” she said and smiled. ”Want to sit next to me?” She continued with a question, patting the seat next to her. ”I’d love to,” you said and sat down next to her, only now noticing the man on the side opposite of you, sleeping against the window. Harry and Ron only now seemed to notice the same strange man, too. The two boys sat down. ”That’s Professor Lupin, our new defence against the dark arts professor,” Hermione informed. You sighed as you leaned back on your seat. ”I’ve missed you knowing the answer to everything. These two boys, I swear to Merlin they and I included would be so lost without you,” you said as you pointed at Harry and Ron who were tying professor Lupin’s shoelaces together. Hermione giggled. 

The train let out a loud sound to signal the departure. You had now time to go through all of the latest happenings with your friends. You loved Hogwarts. It was your home, of course, the aspect of learning was sometimes hard and stress-inducing, but it was home, most of the professors were people you knew you could count on. The people there, although they could be annoying, they still were close to you and you liked almost everyone. Well, tolerated anyways. It was getting dark, you should be arriving any minute now. ”How’s your place?” Hermione asked, causing you to tense up. Harry and Ron glanced at Hermione. You didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say, the same old, yet so much more worse. ”Not good I take,” Hermione finally said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You sighed. It wasn’t great, it was a long way of the horrors Harry had to face, but it was still bad. ”They’re angry, so angry with me for trying to be me, on top of the usual disappointment. But that’s nothing new,” you said, offering Hermione a smile, even if it was far from genuine. 

You saw how the lights of your home, came closer into view, soon you’d be home, away from the craziness of ”reality”. Hagrid greeted you all welcome and gave you a thumbs up, you smiled. The night went by, as usual, the 1st years got sorted into their houses, professor Dumbledore kept his speech and introduced the adding in the faculty. Professor Remus Lupin, the new teacher of the defence against the dark arts. He seemed very kind and like a good teacher. It took a couple days for things to start rolling like usual in Hogwarts, Harry was away at Quidditch after school, Hermione in the library along with Ron. You weren’t on the team and didn’t want to be on it, you weren’t that confident with the broom and preferred both of your feet on the ground. ”Not one to trust a broom, are you?” The now-familiar voice of professor Lupin asked you, startling you. You had zoned out while watching the Quidditch practise from the comforts of a bench in the courtyard, not noticing how the professor crept up behind you. ”Professor Lupin, I didn’t hear you coming,” you said, trying to sound apologetic. Remus smiled, ”It’s alright. I’m quite the trickster when others aren’t looking.” You laughed a little, the laugh warmed up your chest. ”But to answer your question, I do prefer soil to air,” you said, now a little more serious. 

”I know I seem like a bad teacher but I have to ask, what was your name again?” Remus asked, quite embarrassed. ”I haven’t been around this many people in a while so catching up with the new names is quite difficult,” he went on to explain as he sat down next to you.

”Y/n,” you answered, a little thrilled to be able to introduce yourself with your name, but also a little anxious. ”That’s a fine name for a young gentleman like you,” he said, enthusiastic. You giggled, feeling happy due to the compliments and overall acceptance. ”What has it been like to come back to Hogwarts after so many years?” You asked, wanting to continue the conversation with Remus. He seemed to be extremely kind and accepting and you needed that in your life. ”It has been nice so far, it feels odd to be here without my friends though. But I’m adjusting just well. I love teaching the new students, fills me with excitement, you know.” he went on, almost rambling. ”Where are your friends?” You continued to ask, knowing that you were about to overstep a boundary. ”They’re kind of all over the place, some have gone on the other side,” he said, more quietly as if others weren’t allowed to hear him. You weren’t sure if ”going on the other side” meant joining the dark lord or dying, but you didn’t ask. 

The conversation slowly died down, leaving you both to just bask in the evening sun as it settled behind the mountains. 

The following weeks and months went by as normally as they possibly could. Some students still gave you snarky looks and shot mean words at you, but your friends were luckily there to stand up for you. When you walked into your defence against the dark arts lecture, you were surprised to find their places empty. Where had they gone? You looked around you, trying to not look as scared as you in reality were. You heard the familiar thudding of professor Lupin’s shoes hit the rock floor, it was best to sit down and just try to get through the lecture. As Lupin greeted the class, you heard snickering from behind you, Draco and his friends, they had moved to sit behind you. 

”Look the weirdo is all alone now. Her friends left her, couldn’t stand her freakiness,” Draco laughed to his friends, just quietly enough for you and his friends to hear. This was going to be one hell of an hour. Lupin went on to talk about some spell and you swore that you were trying to concentrate on the teaching, but Draco and his friends kept throwing paper balls at you. Distracting you very badly. You made the mistake of opening the first ball that hit you, it had landed on your table. The terrible slur was scribbled all over it. You assumed they all had the same word on it, one wasn’t nearly as crumpled up like the others, so you were able to read it without touching it ”poof”.

You were holding back tears, sweating, your breathing as irregular as they come. ”Draco Malfoy,” Professor Lupin said, tone slightly raised. You didn’t dare to look up, the tears would’ve fallen if you did that. ”What did I do professor?” Draco asked, clearly pleased with himself since he knew that the teachers never actually punished him, only gave a bad word. ”Detention, Hagrid will have some tasks for you for at least a week with the seasons changing and all,” the professor said, voice stern but calm. You heard Draco scoff. ”Do you not know who I am?” He asked, clearly in disbelief. ”Yes, I just said it. Were you not paying attention?” Lupin said, drawing out a laugh from the other pupils. The bell rang before Draco had the chance to shoot something back, not that he had anything to say, maybe just the usual ”wait until my father hears about this.”

”Y/n, stay after class would you?” Lupin requested as you began gathering your stuff, still not lifting your gaze. You plopped back on your seat as a sign of protest. You just wanted to run into a bathroom stall and cry. The two of you waited until the classroom had been drained of the noisy students. ”I saw what he was doing to you,” Lupin said as he pulled a chair to sit in front of you. You didn’t answer, you tried to distract yourself with your cuticles. ”It’s okay if you’re upset. You’re allowed to cry,” he said, and that was it. One tear after another ran down your cheeks, falling on your desk. Your body slightly shook as you cried there. Remus handed you a napkin after you began crying, he waited there as you cried, not once telling you to stop crying. Only once your cries died down did he speak. ”Do you wish to talk about it?” He asked.

”It usually doesn’t get to me. My friends are usually here, but they weren’t today and Draco just took an advantage of that. It just proves that I can’t stand up for myself. I shouldn’t have come to class today,” you stated, so so incredibly upset. Remus sighed, you saw how his hands moved to grab yours but they quickly retreated. ”You shouldn’t think that. You can stand for yourself, you wouldn’t have gotten this far if you weren’t able to stand up for yourself. No one carried you here, you walked here. You are such a strong young man and you shouldn’t let kids like Draco bring you down,” Remus said. You lifted your head to look at your Professor. He was encouragingly smiling at you, his legs crossed, hands rested on his lap.

”Kids like him have a silver spoon so far up their arse even the dentist can see it,” he added, whispering with a smile on his face. His speech left you without words, you knew he was right and you were heavily entertained by the silver spoon thing. 

"Believe it or not, I know what I'm talking about. I too was very different from others my age," Lupin added. You saw how his eyes changed as he said it, you knew he wasn't different in the same way as you, but you knew his struggle was just as real as yours. 

"How did you get past it?" you sniffled, voice still raw from the crying. He smiled at you, "there's no "moving past" a thing as big as yours or mine. You need to embrace it, accept that part more or less," he said, voice now melancholy. "It's good that you have Harry, Hermione and Ron as your friends, they're great friends. I too had a friend who helped me, rely on them and trust them. Be honest," Remus instructed. 

You smiled at his words, you knew that Remus Lupin was good.

[bakamoonshine]

Sugar and Smoke

Summary: You think George slips you a love potion.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Slight swearing, mentions of sex, mostly just fluff

A/N: Hi guys! I have written another Georgie fic for you. I’m a little unsure as to how well I did on this one, but here’s hoping! Leave me a request if you want!

           “Good afternoon, class,” Snape drawls, looking at us with disdain. You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at his open hatred towards his students. “Today we will be learning about Amortentia. Can anybody tell me what this potion is?” Snape scans the room, studiously avoiding Hermione’s gaze as her hand shoots up in the air. “Potter, how about you?” he sneers.

           Harry, although unsurprised by the professor’s choice, noticeably has no idea what the potion does. “I dunno, Professor,” he says coldly, staring Snape straight in the eyes while he speaks.

           “Well, clearly fame isn’t everything. You cannot pass your O.W.L.s with fame Potter. 10 points from Gryffindor,” Snape scoffs, very obviously pleased with himself for already finding a reason to deduct points from his least favourite house. You sigh as you rest your head on your hand, waiting for Snape to actually tell you what the potion is for. “Amortentia” he drones on “is the strongest love potion in the world.” As all the girls in the room, apart from you and Hermione, look intently at Snape, willing him silently to continue his explanation, Snape goes on “It does not create actual love, but a deep infatuation with whoever slips you the potion. If you smell Amortentia, it is said to smell like whatever attracts you.” The girls who were hanging on his every word look slightly disappointed, although not like their plans have been entirely dashed. I give Hermione a worried look and we both stifle a giggle at the thought of all of the boys at Hogwarts obsessing over random girls.

           At the thought, you fall into a daydream, knowing instantly who you would slip a love potion if you had to choose. George Weasley. Your friend Ron’s older brother, he was completely unobtainable as he saw you like a little sister. You’re snapped out of your fantasy as Snape drops a book on your desk, startling you and making you realize that you were the only person not gathered around Snape’s work bench. Everybody is taking turns smelling the potion.  You rush over to stand beside Hermione, thinking along the way ‘wait, why was I just fantasizing about George? Ew. Unsure of what you’ll smell, you sniff the cauldron - something sugary, and smoke. You finish smelling the potion and immediately turn away to gather your supplies and meet Hermione at your work bench.

           “What did you smell?” You ask the wild haired witch. She blushes in response.

           “New parchment, freshly mown grass, and spearmint toothpaste.” You give her a questioning look. She looks up at you innocently and whispers “Ron.” You gasp with delight at her confession, glad she trusted you with this information. “What about you?” She smirks, evidently fascinated by the thought of you.

           “Sugar and smoke.” Hermione looks surprised. “What?” you look at your friend with slight panic in your eyes. “Who did I smell?”

“George.”

You groan “That’s not possible, ‘Mione. There have to be other cute guys here that smell like sugar and smoke…” Hermione gives you a grin.

           “What, you mean like Fred?” she teased, talking about George’s identical twin. You choke at the words, knowing it’s a joke but feeling grossed out, nonetheless. You loved being around Fred, but you didn’t like him like that. Fred was more like a big brother.

           “Hermione that would be like having sex with a step-brother. Not blood related, but still gross,” you laughed as Hermione stuck her tongue out in disgust. After that, you both got down to work. Together, you somehow managed to make a perfect Amortentia potion. Looking down at the mother-of-pearl sheen in your shared cauldron, both you and Hermione stiffened slightly when Snape approached you.

           “Acceptable,” he muttered disappointedly as he took a sample of your potion, obviously hoping for another reason to dock points from Gryffindor. He dismisses the pair of you with a wave of his hand, and you both pack up quickly.

           You turn to Hermione, a thought suddenly dawning on you. “’Mione, what if George slipped me a love potion?”

           Hermione shrugs. “I suppose it’s possible. Maybe you should ask him about it?”

           “I will. In fact, I’m going to right now.” You say, huffing slightly angrily. Hermione looks uneasy at the thought, reaching her hand out to grab you, but you were already marching ahead towards the Great Hall for lunch. While making your way down the corridor, you think to yourself ‘I can’t believe that git would slip me a love potion! He’s not going to know what hit him when I get a hold of him.’ As soon as you arrive in the Great Hall, you scan the people in the room, looking for a particular redhead.  You spot him halfway down the giant room and start walking towards him determinedly. “George Weasley!” you howl, breathing in his scent and getting more upset by the second. You really didn’t like the idea of someone slipping something into your drink without you knowing. George turns around, caught off guard by the anger in your voice.

           “Dearest Y/N, what’s got your knickers in a knot?” He asks, teasingly.

           “Oh you know exactly what I’m upset about” you say, stabbing your pointer finger into his chest roughly. “You must’ve thought you were so slick, slipping it into my potion. But I caught on, and-” I stop when George still looks confused.

           “Y/N, what are you talking about?”

           From down the table, Harry yells “We learned about love potions with Snape today. Maybe that’s what she’s talking about!” I lay my hand out towards Harry in a gesture of acknowledgement and thanks for explaining the situation for me. George snickers loudly.

           “What’s so funny?” I demand, getting even more upset by his reaction.

           He looks me dead in the eyes and says “I hate to break it to you Y/N, but I never put a love potion in your drink. Twin’s honor,” he says, grinning and holding up one hand and placing the other over his heart. I look at him with confusion for a second before the realization strikes me. He knows when I understand because I turn bright pink.

           “I’m going to go,” I say quickly, turning on the spot and walking as fast as possible out of the Great Hall, sure that almost everybody heard that conversation. As I’m about to walk up the stairs, a large hand wraps gently around my wrist. I look back and see George standing there, his eyes looking at me with some desperation and his cheeks rosy.

           “Y/N you must know that I’ve loved you since the day we met.” I look at him with shock, my eyes practically bugging out of my head. He shakes his head and laughs, looking nervously down at his feet. “I thought you knew. I haven’t exactly been subtle about it.” He looks at me and tucks some of my hair behind my ear. My face heats up and I breathe in his scent once more – sugar and smoke. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as I see how close we are, and realize I was being ridiculous. ‘Of course, I like George’ I think to myself. ‘It’s always been him.’ I take a step closer to him, putting my hand on his chest and looking up at him. I hear him suck in a small breath, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows.

           “Is this okay?” I whisper. George shakes his head no. I start to pull my hand away, embarrassed once again, but he snatches it back.

           “No, it’s not okay, because you’re still not close enough to me,” he says, cupping my face and running his thumb gently along my jaw, tipping my chin up towards him. He repeats my own words back to me, “Is this okay?” I nod slowly, scared to move in case this is a dream. His head dips down and he inches toward me, painfully slow. After a few moments I can’t take it anymore – I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and yank him down towards me, closing the gap between us as our lips crash together. He groans, putting his hands behind my legs and lifting me up to wrap them around his waist. He makes his way towards the common room, wanting to be in private together. When he makes it to the portrait hole, he kisses me while also trying to tell the Fat Lady the password. I laugh and detach our lips.

           “Baubles” I direct at the Fat Lady. As the portrait swings open, I look back at George and laugh even harder. “Why did I even think you slipped me a love potion?”

“Must be my animal attraction” he says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and laughing at himself. I smack his chest in mock shock, laughing along with him before I reach up and pull his face down to me again for another kiss, feeling him smile against me.

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A Summer in Ottery St. Catchpole: Part 2 (George Weasley x Potter!Reader)

Pairing: George Weasley x Female!Potter!Reader

Series Synopsis: Y/N Potter used to have a huge crush on George Weasley. She could hardly even function around him. Now fresh out of a long relationship, she can say with confidence that those feelings she harbored for years are gone. George, on the other hand, had barely even acknowledged her existence. But now that Y/N is more comfortable around him, he starts to see the real her. George starts to see her in a new light. Boy, is that bad news for him.

Warnings: none, I think. (let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: ~2.8k

Find the other works in this series in my masterlist (pinned and linked in my bio :))

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support on this series! If anyone’s wondering, I have about 7 parts planned for this series. I’m very excited to continue it and thank you so much for your nice messages! I apologize if there are any delays for me releasing parts, it’s because I have a lot of work to do :( Anyways, enjoy and let me know what you think! Sorry for any grammar mistakes!

Y/N and Fred were bored. Very bored. So much so, in fact, that Y/N was going through her trunk. For fun. Fred was sat on the bed, watching her. How could they be so bored so early in the morning? There was no reason to be up, yet here they were.

“You know…” Y/N started, surveying the books she just pulled out of her trunk. “I could use a new muggle book to read. I’ve already read all these twice over,” she said, tossing them carelessly back in. “Maybe I’ll ask Hermione if she’s got any.”

Fred sat up and grinned. “Or…” he said, letting the anticipation grow for a second. “We could go find some new ones from the shop in the village.”

Y/N stood up from her spot, a new light in her eye at the opportunity to do something fun. “Fred, that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

-

Somehow the whole gang was roped into joining their trip to town. Fred invited George, for obvious reasons. Then, Y/N thought Hermione might want to visit the bookshop as well. Ginny overheard and was happy to accompany her friends. The five of them ran into Ron, who was holding a pair of gardening gloves that were missing 3 fingers. He had told the group not to ask, and so they didn’t, instead inviting him to find a replacement at one of the local shops, albeit with a little laughter. And wherever Ron went, Harry followed. 

By mid morning the seven of them had begun the short trek to town. Y/N seemed to already be cured of her boredom, as she was laughing loudly with Ginny and Harry. Ron and Hermione led the group, the former of the two still a bit embarrassed by his glove situation, and the latter excited at the prospect of new reading material. Y/N walked a little bit behind them, with Harry and Ginny on either side of her. Fred and George were at the back, talking about who knows what.

Suddenly, Y/N stopped in her tracks, pointing at the large tree that was a few yards away from them. She glanced at the two people beside her, and then took off running towards it. Harry and Ginny yelled something at her, before running after her. The three of them began to race up the tree, stopping only to yell at each other. Ron and Hermione hadn’t stopped walking towards their destination. Fred let out a light chuckle at their antics before also continuing on. But George didn’t. Fred looked to his side, about to say something to his twin, only to find he wasn’t standing there. He turned around and saw George watching the tree intently. Fred walked back to him.

“Oi, mate, you alright?” Fred said to George.

George didn’t look at him. His eyes were still trained in the direction of Y/N. “Does Y/N seem… different to you?” George said, breaking the silence.

“Different?” Fred replied, a little puzzled. “No.” George finally turned to look at him as Harry, Ginny, and Y/N began to climb down from the branches of the tree. He saw that Fred looked like he was contemplating saying something.

“What is it?” George asked, now curious to know what his brother wasn’t telling him. 

Fred looked around to see if anyone was within earshot. Ron and Hermione were already far ahead past the hill, while the other three were starting to climb up it. He lowered his voice. “Alright, I’m only telling you this because it’s in the past now, and I never keep anything from you. But you can’t tell anyone, alright?” Fred said with a serious look on his face. George nodded sincerely. “Well…” George leaned in. “Y/N used to fancy you, so she didn’t feel comfortable around you. But now she’s over it, so I reckon she’s acting more normal,” he said, shrugging. 

George gaped at Fred. Did she really have a crush on him? If he would have known… 

If he would have known, what? George shook his head. Snap out of it, he thought. You just think she’s pretty, that’s all. And she’s nice. And funny...

George remembered Fred was looking at him. “Y/N Potter? Had a crush? On me?”

“No, I’m talking to the tree,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Yes, you. Well, now that you’re seeing the real her, maybe you can be friends.” Fred began to walk up the hill, clearly ready to join the others.

“Yeah… friends.”

- 

A relaxing tune played as the nice smell of fresh paper filled the air. Y/N, Harry, Fred, and George were scouting out the horror section of the bookshop. Ginny had followed Hermione to the romance shelves and Ron was poking around the knick knacks at the front of the shop. 

George was still reeling from the piece of information that Fred had given him earlier in the day. He was trying to act casual, but he felt as if he was hyper aware of everything Y/N said or did. The heart in his chest seemed to race whenever she looked at or talked to him. 

Y/N had a deep, contemplative expression on her face. It was almost comical. Her hand reached out and she nicked one of the books off the shelf. “Look Harry, this book is about me,” she said, trying to contain her laughter. She shoved the cover in front of them. It was titled The Babysitter.

“Wha-” Harry sputtered for a moment. “You’re only one year older than me-” 

Y/N broke into quiet laughter at Harry’s reaction. Fred, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care about how much noise he was making and began to laugh loudly. George chuckled too, and one could even see Harry trying to cover up a smile. Several heads turned their way. George couldn’t help but grin at Y/N’s joyful expression. 

“That was incredibly lame, Y/N,” Fred said through his laughter.

She giggled and said, “Maybe, yes, but at least I’ll never be as lame as you.” For some reason, George found this incredibly funny and laughed even more.

As they quieted down, people stopped looking at them. Except for one boy standing nearby. He was a muggle, probably, and George wouldn’t have noticed him if it weren’t for Y/N. The boy’s eyes seemed to be trained specifically on her. His grin faltered slightly. And the worst part? Y/N noticed he was looking at her. She looked up at him and met his eyes. Her lips turned up in a half smile at him. The boy smiled back at her. George panicked for a second before quickly picking up a random book off the shelf.

“Hey, Y/N look at this one,” he said, stepping in front of her, effectively blocking Y/N from the view of the muggle. What are you doing?!, he thought, suddenly a little embarrassed. She smiled at him and leaned over to see what he was holding. All ill feelings he had seemed to wash away as he looked at her. George was holding the book upside down, sure, but it seemed to distract Y/N enough as she gently took the book out of his hands and began to read the back. 

“You know what, this actually does look interesting. I think I’ll take it,” she said, grinning at him. “Thanks, George.” He swelled with pride as she added it to the other two books in the basket that was hanging on her arm. “Cmon, let's go see if Hermione’s done.” He smiled at his sheer dumb luck and followed after her.

-

Y/N was having a pretty good day. She was spending time with her friends, eating candy from the local sweets shop, and had three new books in her bag. She felt like this was a day to remember, a stark contrast to how she had felt in the morning. Everyone was lounging around in the square of the town, looking at the windows of shops or the vendors on the street.

Y/N had her arms linked with Hermione's and Ginny's as they merrily walked to a nearby flower cart. She stopped to examine and smell her favorite flower. 

"Why don't you take it?" the woman who was selling them said.

"Oh, I couldn't-" Y/N started, surprised at the offer.

"Please, what's one flower? Plus, it would look lovely tucked behind your ear," she said, smiling warmly.

"Thank you very much," Y/N said, smiling back. She followed her advice and carefully placed it on her ear. 

She almost skipped away, feeling like her day was just made 10 times better. She joined Hermione and Ginny on a bench nearby, basking in the sun that shone on her face. It was a bit cloudy that day, but the spot they were at had the perfect amount of sunshine on it. 

The three girls chatted there for a few minutes, before a loud roar of thunder could be heard from above. Within a matter of seconds a downpour of rain began, and everyone was scrambling for cover. They took cover at a cafe nearby, where they found the rest of the gang. Harry, Ron, and Fred were sat in a booth and Hermione and Ginny squeezed in next to them. George was standing nearby, eying the summer rain through the window.

"I reckon I'll get us some drinks, yeah?" Y/N said, surveying her friends. She made her way to the counter where a longer than usual line was beginning to form, likely due to the amount of people trying to escape the rain. She stood near the counter, reading the menu written in chalk on the blackboards. She decided what to order and joined the end of the line. Someone took their place after her and tapped her shoulder. Y/N whipped around, a little startled. Her eyes met a boy whose face she oddly recognized, but couldn’t place her finger on it.

“Hey there,” he said, smiling at her.

Y/N smiled back politely. “Umm, hello!”

“I recognized you from the bookshop. Do you read horror often?” the boy said. That’s where she recognized him from! Earlier at the bookshop, when she was browsing the horror section with her friends, they had exchanged smiles. 

“Oh, I remember now. Yeah, I’d say I enjoy it from time to time,” Y/N replied.  

“You like horror books and you’re in my favorite coffee shop? A girl after my own heart,” he said. Y/N let out a small laugh. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Y/N Potter.”

He stuck out his hand. “Michael Smith.” She took his hand and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

-

When the rain had started, George was with Fred, Ron, and Harry. Fred and Ron were arguing about something in Ron’s shopping bag, and Harry was laughing at them. George was leaning on the alley wall, only partly listening to what they were saying. Normally he would’ve found it hilarious, but something else was in the back of his mind. It was like a looming cloud; everytime George stepped into the sunlight, it made its way back to him, invading his thoughts. 

Sensing that the conversation would not be ending anytime soon, George slowly let his mind wander. He thought about earlier in the day, when Fred had revealed Y/N’s secret to him. How long had she fancied him for? When did she “get over,” as Fred had said, her crush on him? Probably after Kenneth, George thought. That was when the change began. He thought back to that day, when she had bounded up to him and Fred in the corridor. Y/N had looked so excited at the idea of going with him. Okay, maybe there was something behind how she looked at him. How could he have been so blind to her feelings? I mean, she spent almost every bloody summer with us, he thought. Fred called his name and brought him back to reality. Snap out of it, George thought to himself. Why are you even worried about this anyways? It’s not like there’s any reason to dwell on it.

Just then the sound of thunder filled the air and a summer shower started. The four of them pulled out of the alleyway and into the nearest shop. Soon, Hermione, Ginny, and Y/N came in. Everyone except George and Y/N were sat in a booth. He stood nearby, looking out the window. 

George always liked the rain. For some, it ruined their day. But not for him. It was loud and spontaneous. It came out of nowhere and was basically unpredictable. A recipe for disaster. But not for George. It was calming, in a sense. He liked to look out the window and watch the droplets hit the pavement or soak into the dirt outside. 

So, yeah, he was a fan of the rain. But as he noticed Y/N waiting in line, he wished he had paid less attention to the weather outside and more attention to what was happening inside. He registered that Y/N was going to get them drinks. He had never really noticed it before, but now that he thought about it, it seemed that Y/N always knew what everyone’s order would be. George wondered if she made an effort to remember, or if it was just accidental. Either way, the thought brought a wide smile to his face. It warmed his heart that she so subtly showed she cared in small ways. But, when he looked up from the window he saw something that left an unsavory taste in his mouth. 

Y/N was standing in line, talking to a muggle. And not just any muggle, mind you, but the same muggle that was trying to look at her in the bookshop. George clenched his jaw as a scowl made its way to his face. There was just something about the way he was looking at her. Or maybe, the way that he had shook her hand. It made his blood absolutely boil. He saw Y/N laugh at something he said and George forced himself to tear his gaze away from them and to his shoes. His arms seemed to cross in annoyance on their own.

“Oi! What’s got your boxers in a bunch, George?” a voice brought him out of his fit. It was Fred, who had a lopsided grin on his face, with a hint of concern behind it that only certain people could recognize.

George plastered a half smile onto his face and said, “Nothing.” Fred sent him a questioning look, but hummed in acknowledgement. George tried to shake off the lingering, icky feeling that he felt. What was that feeling, anyways? He stood still for a moment, mulling it over, before he realized. Oh no, was George jealous? No, there was no way. He couldn’t be… could he? It’s just that she’s been around for so long, it’s natural that he’d be protective. Unless…

No, no, no. C’mon, it was out of the realm of possibilities. But the truth was that what he felt was undeniable. It was jealousy. 

But why? Why was he jealous of seeing Y/N talk with that boy who was so obviously interested in her? There was only one possibility that came to mind. Do I… fancy Y/N?, he thought to himself, biting his lip in thought. He shook his head lightly. It couldn’t be. But then why was he acting this way? He was having an internal battle in his brain.

 Bloody hell, he thought, I guess I do fancy Y/N. It was a wild thought, really. This girl who he had known since he was twelve quickly and suddenly captured his attention. 

George took a second to bask in the feeling of his revelation. A giddy smile made its way to his face. It was freeing almost, admitting to himself that he had a crush. He sighed and shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. At that moment, Y/N began to make her way over to them, balancing two drink holders in her arms. She set them down on the booth table, and began to pass them out to everyone. Choruses of “thanks” could be heard. 

Finally, she pulled the last cup out and walked over to George. She handed it to him, with a dazzling smile on her face. Well, dazzling to George at least. It was probably just a friendly one to her.

“Here you go, just the way you like it,” she said, before pulling up a chair to the booth. George’s cheeks heated up as he gazed at her. She was so beautiful, even here after a day of walking around in town. 

Maybe, just maybe, he could buck up the courage to ask her out.

Thank you for reading and I hope you liked it! 

[stuckwith-harry]

hm im striking no inspo for literally anything to say but here’s a v average prompt .. hbp harry flirting w ginny and being all nervous piney boy abt it

i’m aware that you requested this like 7 months ago and i’m aware that you’re aware that i’m aware of that. what you aren’t aware of is that i’m posting it right this second because we’re currently all yelling about music in the groupchat. well you and mina are yelling, i’m being suspiciously quiet right now. anyway. surprise! it’s here!

i made a fumbling play for your heart (and the act struck a spark)

I remember we broke into laughter

when we saw each other. What was between

us wasn’t a fragile thing to be coddled, cooed

over. It came out fully formed, ready to run.

Ada Limón, “What I Didn’t Know Before”

He should’ve put the pieces together sooner, because when he woke up she was already there, everywhere, didn’t creep up on him so much as he turned around one day and found he already loved her. Even in Slughorn’s cool, shadowy dungeon it felt like summer more than anything, full-bellied laughter, warm and thundering and pushing through damp earth towards oxygen, the flowery scent, and Ginny that same afternoon, bringing it back to him, her fiery hair catching the sunlight falling through the common room windows. There, too, that flowery scent that would go on to haunt him so soon.

You didn’t know, then?, Harry wants to shout at the boy from that afternoon. How could you not know?

*

This is the beginning and the end of everything: a Saturday afternoon spent shooting through the air like a box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes’ finest pyrotechnics let loose over the Quidditch pitch. By the time Harry’s team hits the ground again, seven pairs of knees buckling under the force of the landing, the sky overhead is flushed and the air vibrating with potential.

“Look out!”

Harry tears his eyes away from her too late and grunts as the Quaffle she’s thrown finds its goal with a dull thud. Ginny claps a hand over her mouth and comes running towards him, half laughing, half mortified, her Quidditch robes fluttering loudly around her as she jogs across the grassy pitch and thunders to a halt in front of him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”, she says and swiftly places her warm hands on either side of his face, examining his cheek, which is rapidly flushing red where the Quaffle made contact. Harry’s stomach drops as she pulls his face towards her, biting her lip.

“I-It’s okay”, he tells her. “I was distracted.”

Ginny gently turns his chin to get a better look at his bruise. Harry can feel her warm breath on his face, can see the freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose, the crease between her eyebrows.

“What d’you reckon?”, he asks her, inexplicably out of breath. “Am I finally gonna look cool and daredevilish?”

Ginny breaks into a reluctant grin – Harry feels a rush of pride and relief at her chuckle and the crinkled back of her nose, something eager and insistent that threatens to knock him off his feet.

“’fraid so”, she tells him, as he grins back at her. “I mean, I like your particular shade of goofy, but …”

She lets go of him, a terrible bereavement, and picks up the Quaffle lying in the grass between them, forgotten.

“I meant for you to catch this, anyway. C’mon, Captain, let’s get changed.”

Harry watches her ponytail swing from view, his heart drumming wildly behind his ribcage, his head spinning. He makes a mental note he’s been underestimating Ginny’s throw arm.

You didn’t know, then? How could you not know?

*

“What happened to you?”, Hermione gasps when they come climbing through the portrait hole together, a thoroughly dismal-looking Ron following close behind.

“I gave him a shiner”, Ginny says with an apologetic grimace in Harry’s direction.

“I don’t mind”, Harry assures them, and weirdly doesn’t. He grins back at her, heart drumming in his chest. “We’ve decided it helps the bad boy image.”

Ginny looks at him over her shoulder as she walks across the common room and falls sideways on an armchair, legs dangling off one side.

“If that consoles you. It suits you, anyway”, she says, considering him with a smirk.

“Well, I trust your opinion”, Harry smiles.

Still, there is that bewildering urge to keep talking, and still, the drums in his chest are swelling, and when Hermione jumps up to take a look at his cheek, Harry tells himself it’s stupid to find it annoying but can’t quite manage to convince himself. Out of the corner of his good eye, he watches as Ginny curls up in her armchair, the last of the sunset warming her already flushed face.

He finally drops on the scarlet sofa in front of the fireplace, cramped between Ron and Hermione, the left side of his face throbbing unpleasantly. When he catches Ginny’s eye, she grins at him, warm and blazing in the half-dark of the common room, and a similarly golden afternoon comes rushing back to him: Slughorn’s dungeon, and then Ginny, brand-new and startling even in all the ways he’s grown to know her, that haunting, flowery scent, and all the time he’s let pass since then, all those months spent exchanging jokes like secret handshakes, all those times his heartbeat quickens when he makes her laugh.

Can’t you tell? Can’t you hear the drums?

Harry grins back at her. Some inexplicable, new warmth unfurls in his chest, some strange wild joy. He’s going to spend all of this summer submerged in it, all those stolen afternoons on the sunlit castle grounds, those weeks he’s going to learn that he has never felt more extraordinary than when he was at his most ordinary.

You didn’t know, then? How could you not know?

*

“You look better!”, she tells him a week later, when she catches him in a hallway before class, the pads of her fingers gently tracing the place where the thin frames of his glasses meet his cheek, where his bruise has faded to purple and yellow, his skin slowly turning back into its usual brown.

Harry stands breathlessly as her fingers slide gently down to his jaw, her face inches from his.

“You know, I really underestimated your throw arm”, he tells her wildly. “It’s quite vicious.”

“Harry”, she tells him sincerely, her warm hand still on his jaw, “that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“All this time I should’ve been afraid of you, and I didn’t even realise.”

“I could kiss you”, she says, beaming. Harry’s heart performs something like a triple backflip with a spin and falls flat on its face.

When he fails to answer, she frowns, though a mischievous glint remains in her eyes. “I didn’t give you a concussion, did I?”

“No, no, I’m fine”, he says quickly. “I can hardly feel it anymore.”

“Right, then”, she says brightly and lets go of him. Harry watches her walk away, fiercely wishing he had a concussion.

“Terrified”, he calls after her, with a mighty leap of courage, his mouth seeming to act on its own accord. Maybe he has a concussion after all, he thinks, his heart wildly drumming in his throat.

Ginny turns and looks at him – it feels like stepping into the summer sun. Harry looks back at her, frozen in place.

Have you figured it out yet? Can you hear the drums?

Finally, she grins, face half-quizzical, half-amused, giving way to something quiet and knowing.

“Right”, she says, then: “I’ll see you around, Harry”, and it sounds like a promise.

[freddie-weaselbee]

E2: The One in New York City//F.W.

Series Summary: FRIENDS but with Harry Potter characters after Hogwarts graduation, trying to figure out their lives and relationships. Non Voldy AU. Begins around the end of FRIENDS season 4 with The Wedding and semi follows plots in season 5. 

Pairing(s): Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader, Romione, Ron x Lavender, Hinny, Georgelina

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, planned pregnancy

Summary: Years after Hermione came back into their lives, the gang finds themselves traveling to New York City for the wedding of the one and only Ronald Weasley. As tensions rise and feelings are revealed, the group has to take on New York and hope for the best. 

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: A little taste of the story:  “I’d pee on you any day of the week.” “What the hell did I just walk into?” Message me to join the series or general taglist!

May 2004

“Guys, hurry up! The flight leaves in four hours! It could take time to get a taxi, there could be traffic, the plane could leave early! When you get to New York there could be a line at customs, come on!” Hermoine Granger was racing through the flat of Fred and George Weasley, the one above their infamous joke shop, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. She grabbed clothing from their drawers and tossed it haphazardly into suitcases, while the twins in question were lounged out on their sofa observing the scene. 

You sat wedged between the two boys, leaning your head against Fred’s shoulder with your legs draped across George’s lap. You laughed as Hermione was practically hysterical about getting everything ready, even though she wouldn’t even be going to America. 

“Good thing she’s not gonna be on the flight,” Fred whispered into your ear. “A six hour trip to New York? That’s a lot of Hermione.”

Smiling you turned to look at Fred who was holding something in his hand. “What’ve you got there?”

He grinned cheekily and gave you a better look. “Condoms, Y/N! You never know what American hotties I might meet overseas.”

Rolling your eyes you turned to George, who was giving you the same grin. “And I suppose you’re just as prepared as your brother?”

“Of course! Y’know, I feel bad for poor Ronniekins, getting himself all tied down to one woman. Me and Fred, we know how to live, isn’t that right mate?”

“You said it.” You sighed and settled into Fred even more, relaxing for a few minutes before Hermione would drag you all to the airport and you and Harry would be stuck trying to teach the Weasleys how Muggle planes worked. 

There was an audible pop as Ron apparated into the room, standing off by the kitchen. 

“Hey!” he greeted, causing you to sit up from your comfortable position wrapped in Fred’s arm and go meet your friend with a hug. 

“Hey.” You squeezed him tight, noticing how his nerves had overtaken him. 

“Are you ready yet?” he asked, fidgeting with his wand. 

Before you could respond Hermione came barging out of George’s bedroom and threw two suitcases onto the twins’ laps with what could only be described as superhuman strength. “She’s ready. You have the tickets?”

“Harry and Gin do, they’ll be here any second.” The only current couple of the group, and an engaged one at that, suddenly arrived with another loud pop, startling Fred who had begun to count his condoms to make sure he had enough. 

“Hey big brother!” Ginny hugged Ron with enthusiasm, but not as much as Harry showed as he threw himself onto his best friend. 

“You’re getting married Ron!”

“I know!”

They stayed wrapped in their hug as they jumped around and around, George clapping along and laughing at the duo. 

“Don’t know why Lavender would want to marry a specky git like you,” said the younger twin, “but at least we get to travel to the states for it.”

“And have wedding food,” said Fred. 

“Oh and you can’t forget the hot bridesmaids, right boys?” you questioned jokingly. 

They shared a mischievous look. “Never.”

A loud bell sounded through the loft, signaling that someone had come in. 

“That must be Luna!” Ginny exclaimed. She sprinted down the stairs and wrapped the blonde girl in a hug, being gentle as to not crush her or her pregnant belly. 

“Hello Ginny, how are you?”

“Never better! Thanks again for offering to help Hermione watch the apartments and oversee the shop and employees. Ron really wishes you could make it to the wedding, but seeing as you’re about to burst--”

Luna interrupted her old friend with a soft laugh. She was 8 months pregnant with twin boys, and was left home alone for a few weeks while her husband dealt with a work issue in Eastern Asia. Which meant she had plenty of free time to make sure things were running smoothly in London while her friends were overseas. 

The two girls were joined by the rest of the gang who had been pushed down the stairs by a frantic Hermione. “Get going, all of you! You’re going to miss your flight.”

“New York baby!” The twins had jumped down from one of the landings, somehow managing not to injure themselves. Although they were now 26 they were never without their childlike energy. 

“I’m walking here!” cried Fred in a horrid New York accent. 

“Yee haw, cowboy!” said George, doing a little cowboy dance.

You sighed and slapped your head with your hand. “Okay, cause that’s not gonna get annoying.”

They ignored you and continued with their yelling and dancing, dragging as much luggage as they could out the front door of the shop. 

“Well,” said Ron, “we’re all here and ready. I guess we should get going!” Harry and Ginny gave Luna one last goodbye as they followed you out to the alley, leaving only Ron, Hermione, and Luna left in the shop. 

“So, we’re off,” said Ron, a little awkwardly. He and Hermione had a bit of a rough past, having dated on and off for the past few years. But that was all behind them now, and she was happy that he had reconnected with their friend Lavender from Hogwarts and had fallen in love. 

“Have fun, Ron,” replied the bushy-haired girl. 

“Thanks,” he said, giving his friend a tight hug. “Ugh, I can’t believe you’re not gonna be there!”

Hermione sighed and pulled back. “Oh I know, I’m sorry.”

“So-so come! Why don’t you come?”

“What?”

“To New York!” Ron was holding Hermione’s hands and jumping up and down. “Come to New York, please? It’ll mean so much to me.”

Hermione hesitated for a moment. She wanted to go, to have a great trip with her friends and visit the historical places she’d read so much about. But she didn’t have it in her to watch her ex-boyfriend get married to someone else. 

“Yeah, well, I gotta work, I’m sorry. The Ministry is really up my arse these days, pardon my language.”

“Mione, this is my wedding,” he said, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. 

You stuck your head back through the door and called out to them. “Alright, y’know what? Now we really are late, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

Ron sighed and let go of his friend, grabbing his suitcase before heading out the door. “I’ll see you when I get back, Mione. Bye Luna!”

Luna and Hermione both gave small waves as Ron pulled the door shut. A resounding “New York, baby” could be heard even from deep inside the shop, and Hermione giggled as her friends made their way to the London airport. 

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“Alright,” said Ginny as you all stepped out into the streets of New York City. “Harry and I will help the groom and bride-to-be get everything set up for their big day. Which means you, Y/N, get the honor of babysitting my older brothers.”

“Ginny I can’t handle them all by myself! We’ve been here for less than 5 minutes and look at what they’re doing already.” You all turned to look at the ginger twins, who were standing on top of a map of the city and staring down at it. 

“What is going on with you two?” you asked, but you were quickly silenced as Fred placed his finger on your lips. 

“We’re concentrating. We went in the map so we can figure out where we are.” He kept his finger there until you finally removed it and looked at the map they had made, complete with little pop ups of all the important places they wanted to see. 

“If you see a little version of me in there, kill it.” Harry laughed at your quip and grabbed Ginny’s hand, waving goodbye as the couple and Ron made their way to meet Lavender and her family. 

“We got it!” screamed the twins. They stepped out of the map and started walking right, on to their first tourist destination. “Here we go.”

“Okay, listen,” you said catching up to them, “we’re not gonna have to walk this way the entire time are we?”

Fred shushed you and George groaned. “Y/N, you made me lose it!”

George put the map down and stood back on it. “A lot harder when the map doesn’t change specifically for you and show you exactly where you are, huh?” you asked, referencing the parchment the twins used for years back in Hogwarts. 

They ignored you and took off down the street again, their long legs moving so fast you had to almost sprint in order to keep up the pace. This was going to be a long day. 

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Meanwhile Harry, Ron, and Ginny had made it to the Brown’s apartment in New York. Although Lavender was raised in England and attended Hogwarts, her extended family lived in the States and her parents moved there after she graduated. The apartment was rather large, but that was no surprise as the Browns were a wealthy family. 

“Oh Won Won!” Ron was greeted at the door with a vibrant Lavender throwing herself into his arms. Ron laughed and spun her around, giving her a quick kiss before finally setting her down. 

“Hey Lavender, I missed you.” He smiled warmly at his fiancee, soon to be his wife. After Padma left him right before he was going to propose years ago, Ron decided not to waste any time in popping the question once he and Lavender started dating. They’d only been going out for a few months before he asked, but despite the worried opinions of their friends they were convinced that this was the right thing to do. 

Lavender pulled Ron down for another kiss, this one much more passionate than the last. “I missed you too.”

They were pulled apart by an awkward cough from Harry, an arm around Ginny who was covering her eyes to avoid watching her brother make out with someone in front of her. 

“Sorry Harry, Ginny,” said Lavender. “It’s great to see you both. Come on in, will you, we have a few last minute preparations to attend to.”

They followed the brunette into her family’s apartment, which was decked out in reception decorations that still needed to be set up. “Where’s the rest of your group? They are coming, aren’t they?”

“Y/N and the twins are out exploring the city,” said Ginny. “I figured you probably didn’t want Fred and George to be around anything important, especially with their history of pyrotechnics. And I don’t trust them alone in the city, so Y/N’s making sure they don’t burn down half of New York.”

Lavender laughed and poured some tea for her friends. “And what about Hermione, is she at the hotel?”

The room suddenly got very tense and Harry quietly sipped his tea, trying to disappear from the awkward scene. 

“Umm,” Ron began, “Hermione’s not coming. She can’t get time off at the Ministry and she’s helping watch over our apartments and take care of Luna.”

Lavender nodded sadly, sighing deeply at the news. “I guess it’s all for the best then. She never did like me, did she?”

“No, that’s not true at all,” Ron argued, taking his fiancee's hands. “She’s just...she takes a while to warm up to people. She really wishes she could be here, but you know how work is.”

The girl smiled slightly at Ron’s comforting words. “Yeah, thanks Won Won.”

He squeezed her hands gently. 

“Alright then,” said Ginny, “what needs to be done? Even though Parvati is your maid of honor and I swear I’m not upset about it--” Harry elbowed Ginny hard, “--I’m still one of your bridesmaids, and I want my big brother’s wedding to be as amazing as possible. So, what should we do?”

“Well,” Lavender said, clapping her hands, “I need a new venue. The one I had was going to be absolutely gorgeous, but they tore it down early, which means we need a new spot.”

Although Lavender said these words calmly, it was obvious that she was on the verge of tears and the stress was getting to her. 

“Got it,” said Ginny. “Let’s go check out the old venue and see if there’s anything we can do. I promise you Lav, this day is going to be amazing, for everyone.”

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“This is going to be horrible!”

Hermione was pacing around her apartment, the one she shared with you and Ginny. She was packing up Ginny’s belongings for when everyone returned from the wedding. Once Ron moved out of his and Harry’s shared apartment across the hall, Ginny would move in with her fiance, leaving only you and Hermione to share the space. Hermione decided that packing for Ginny would help take her mind off of the wedding, but unfortunately her assumptions were incorrect. 

“What’s the matter?” Luna asked from the sofa, leaning comfortably against a pillow with the Quibbler in her hands. 

Hermione sighed as she continued to pack. “I’m just bummed about the way I left things with Ron. I shouldn’t have lied to him about having to go to work. He seemed so mad at me.”

“Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself,” the blonde said, not looking up from her reading. “If someone I was still in love with was getting married…”

Luna jumped as a vase hit the floor and shattered. She looked up to see a wide-eyed Hermione staring at her. “Still in love with?!”

“Yes,” she said matter-of-factly. 

“I’m not in love with Ron!” Hermione screamed. 

Realization flooded Luna’s face. “Oh, no, good! Yeah, me neither.”

Hermione sat down across from her friend, ripping the Quibbler from her hands and attention. 

“Luna,” she said, “I’m not going to Ron’s wedding because he is my ex-boyfriend and that would be really uncomfortable. Not because I’m still in love with him! I mean, I like Ron as much as the next girl. Clearly I still have feelings for him, but feelings don’t mean love! I mean, I still have loving feelings for Ron. But, but that doesn’t mean that-that I’m still in love with him! I-I have sexual feelings for him, but I do love him--oh!” she gasped at her own words. “Luna why didn’t you tell me?”

“We thought you knew!” she said, surprised that Hermione was for once in her life so oblivious. “We talk about it all the time!”

“You all know?” Hermione asked. “Does, does Ron know?”

“Oh no,” Luna answered calmly. “Ron doesn’t know anything.”

Hermione started pacing once again, this time much more frantically. “Oh, I can not believe you didn’t tell me!”

“We thought you knew!” Luna replied. “It’s so obvious. That would be like telling Ginny ‘hey, you like to play Quidditch,’ or you know, ‘George, you’re gay.’”

The pacing girl stopped dead in her tracks. “What?”

“Oh please,” replied the younger blonde, “she’s always got a broom in her hand!”

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“Alright! The Empire State Building. Hands down, best State building I’ve ever seen.” George pulled out his Muggle camera, still trying to figure out which buttons did what. They were a lot smaller than the one Colin Creevey used to carry around at Hogwarts and George still hadn’t gotten the hang of using Muggle items. 

“What do you think of the Empire, Y/N?” Fred turned his head to you as he asked his question. Your legs had gotten tired from jogging to keep up with the ginormous twins so Fred had offered to let you ride on his back the rest of the way, an offer you couldn’t refuse. 

You hopped down and quickly covered your eyes to hide from the bright flash of George’s camera. “I don’t know, I can’t see it with that thing blinding me, George.”

He quickly apologized, but not before snapping a picture of Fred wrapping his arms around you and smiling while you glared at the camera. 

“Someone’s grouchy today,” Fred said, swaying you back and forth a few times before releasing his grip. 

“I’m just tired, jet lag y’know?” He nodded and pointed to his back, letting you know it was alright to get back on. You didn’t hesitate to jump onto the redhead as he followed his brother into the massive building in front of you. 

After waiting in line for what seemed like hours you finally made it onto the elevator to take you to the top of the building. George continued to take pictures of anything and everything, including you flipping him off from on Fred’s back. As the doors opened and you stepped out onto the observation deck, you were amazed by the incredible view before you. 

Thousands of tiny buildings filled with thousands of tiny people stood before you, or rather below you. It was like you were on your broom and flying high in the sky, except this time time you didn’t have to focus on keeping your broom in check. You could just stand and stare. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Fred came up next to you, leaning on a railing in front of him. He hunched down enough that his face was right next to yours as the two of you stared at The Big Apple. 

“It really is.” You looked around for George, but he was off pestering other tourists to take pictures of him and the city behind him. “Remember when we were playing Quidditch at the burrow, and I flew up this high and stayed there for hours?”

“How could I forget,” Fred laughed. “We had to send search parties for you, thought you had been snatched up by dementors or something.”

“Nope, just got a little distracted by the view.” You continued to watch the amazing landscape and incredible sky, not missing the looks Fred was giving you. “What’re you looking at, Weasley? Don’t tell me that I’m more enchanting than the city. I mean, we all know it’s true but try not to make it so obvious.”

You pinched his cheek and he swatted your hand away playfully. “Don’t be stupid,” he said. “I was just remembering the time I peed on you to combat the jellyfish sting.”

“Fred!” you whisper yelled, laughing as he put his hands up. “We said we would never talk about that again. I don’t need that reminder!”

“I’m sorry, it’s just too good of a story! Really shows the strength of our friendship.”

You rolled your eyes at your best friend. Technically you would’ve considered Ron to be your best friend, as you’d known him the longest and had been the closest with him for so many years. But the past few years, living close to Fred and hanging out with him almost every day, he had become the most important person in your life. He was always there to make you smile or laugh when you had a rough day, or wrap you up in a blanket and watch a movie after a horrid date with some arsehole. He was one of a kind, and you were so glad he was in your life. 

“Y’know what Fred?” you asked, scooting closer to him. “If you ever got stung by a jellyfish, I’d pee on you too.”

Fred wiped away fake tears from his eyes. “I’d pee on you any day of the week, Y/N,” he said, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“What the hell did I just walk into?” George was standing behind you and Fred, having only heard Fred’s last sentence. The two of you cackled with laughter, bringing George into the hug with you and just enjoying the moment. 

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“Hey Luna?” Hermione called from her bedroom. She and her friend had spent the day discussing her feelings for Ron and trying their best to help her get over him. Apparently recounting the horrors of their relationship was not helping in the slightest. 

“Yeah,” Luna called back from the kitchen. 

“Do you remember where the pygmy puff food is?” Her muffled voice sounded rushed and anxious, even more so than Hermione usually was. 

“Yeah, it’s under the front counter of Fred and George’s shop. Why?”

Luna turned her head to see Hermione come flying into the room dragging a packed suitcase behind her. “Because I’m going to New York.”

The pregnant girl nearly had a heart attack at Hermione’s declaration. “What? What do you mean you’re going to New York?”

Hermione grabbed a few more essentials from around the apartment, rushing in order to catch the next flight. “Yeah, I have to tell Ronald that I love him. Now Luna, you take care, you don’t have those babies until I get back.”

“I--but what about all of the finding his flaws and burning his picture rituals we’ve been doing?” Luna asked, straining to stand up and chase after her friend. 

Hermione easily moved past the slow-moving girl, zipping up her bag and heading to the door. “Yeah, that didn’t work. I know he loves Lavender but I have to tell him how I feel! He deserves to have all of the information and then he can make an informed decision.”

Phoebe shook her head and continued to hobble around the room. “No, Hermione, it’s too late, you missed your chance! I’m sorry, I know this must be really hard, it’s over.”

The other girl paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “Y’know what? No. It’s not over until someone says ‘I do.’” And with that she took off out of the apartment and to the streets of Diagon Alley, on her way to another country to declare her love for Ron Weasley. 

[cibeewastaken]

Hey can you write some fluff, it can be anything as long it features harry kissing dracos hands 😄💙💙💙💙

hello! this turned out more hurt/comfort, i hope you don’t mind. Huge thanks to @pineau-noir for the beta!

1581 words, eighth year to post Hogwarts, tentative friendship, getting together, warning for brief self-harm

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The robes felt too small for him, even though Harry had just gotten fitted for them at Madam Malkin’s a few months ago. Grown into such a handsome man, the tailor had said to him. Harry only felt old. 

The bell rang behind them, and Draco Malfoy had walked in, stopped at the sight of Harry, hesitantly looked at him, as though he didn’t know if he should turn back or not. Harry had stared back, wondering if it was a dream.

Madam Malkin had given Draco an encouraging smile and ushered him onto the other platform to wait. Harry had turned back to face the mirror, swallowing; it almost came as a shock when he didn’t see two 11-year-old boys reflecting back.

"Hello,” Harry had said, pins in his clothes, arms stretched out. 

Draco had cast him a quick glance, and let out a thin, shaky breath; no reply. He was still staring straight ahead when Harry left the shop.

They had to share a common room, and there really wasn’t a way for Draco to avoid Harry, not even hiding in his room. The expression on Draco’s face was almost devastating when he saw Harry, who had already claimed one of the two beds. Harry didn’t try to talk to him again even if he desperately wanted to know why Draco was wearing a T-shirt with holes in the armpit instead of silk pajamas like Harry always thought he did. And Harry didn’t talk to Draco even when he came back to his room to find Draco howling on his bed, squished between an also crying Parkinson and a wide-eyed Zabini. Draco’s left sleeve was soaked in blood. 

Harry only crouched in front of Draco and cleaned his wound up with what he remembered from the forest. Wrapped it up as Hermione would. Held onto Draco’s hands like a friend would.

Draco was the first to talk, and this time it was Harry who was crying. Harry wasn’t crying because he had a nightmare, or because he thought about Teddy, or because someone had thanked him for the war. Harry was crying because he couldn’t understand NEWT level Potions and the new professor was too starstruck to listen to Harry when he said he didn’t understand. Harry was crying because he didn’t want to ask Hermione when she was with Ron (which was always). Harry was crying because Potions was very confusing and he didn’t see himself ever figuring out since it didn’t involve killing Voldemort or sacrificing himself. 

Draco took Harry’s textbook from and made notes beside each paragraph, summarizing the welter of information into concise sentences, and drew arrows in green ink to link them all together. By this point Harry had wiped his face clean of tears and snot (on his sleeve) and was watching Draco through swollen eyes. When Draco finished, he turned the book back to Harry and explained the day’s lesson to Harry, reading everything from upside down and setting everything right.

And Harry passed his Potion NEWTs with higher scores than anyone but Draco could anticipate. And Harry celebrated it by looting the kitchen of food and drinks and surprised Draco with a feast by the lake. Though it didn’t take long for words to get out that there was food, and soon they were joined by everyone and more. Someone brought a Polaroid and Harry jumped at the chance. He grabbed Draco’s hand when posing for the photo, grinning at him with heat that felt wonderful in his cheeks. 

“Finally,” Harry said.

“What?” Draco said.

“We’re finally friends.”

Draco stared, unblinking. His hands tightened in Harry’s grip. And the flash went off.

They went into different fields after school. Harry went into Auror training as he’d planned. Draco didn’t know what he wanted now he was on his own. Hermione suggested tutoring in the meantime. I have no qualification, Draco said. Managing to help Harry Potter pass NEWTs Potions should be enough for anyone, Hermione replied.

It wasn’t, but Draco started out small. Teaching a few Muggleborn children that just got their Hogwarts letters some basic courses. Charms and Potions, navigating the wizarding world (which their muggle parents listened in on). Magical Theory. History—recent history.

He lost a few students after that, but Draco was adamant that it was taught.

Harry often went over to Draco’s flat late at night, because he knew Draco would be up scribbling away. Harry would sit by Draco and read his own textbooks, and when Draco inevitably put down the quill to shake his wrist out (the bones making cracking noises), Harry would take it in his hands and knead it. Would feel the bone under it shift. Would circle that wrist between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it, then down to Draco’s forearm, digging his knuckles into the sore muscles, then up once more, massage each finger meticulously. 

Draco would usually fall asleep on Harry’s shoulder around the ring finger, and Harry would press a kiss to his hand. 

It was a Thursday morning when the Auror Department got called to handle a Gringotts robbery. Harry seized up at the mention, mind blanking with fear because Draco always went to Gringotts on Thursday morning to deposit his weekly earnings. No one said anything when Harry tagged along, and no one stopped him when he burst in first (they probably all thought it was what he did), frantically looking through all the frightened faces. Harry didn’t see Draco.

“There were no casualties, thank Merlin,” Ester, one of the seniors Auror on site said. “One missing.”

Harry whirled around. Draco wasn’t in the crowd. “What do you mean, one missing?”

Ester looked at her notes, “One of them went after the robbers.”

According to the witnesses, the robber didn’t go for the vaults, instead they targeted the deposit line and Accio’d people’s valuables off of them. One witness said everything happened very fast, the robbers were in and out in less than a minute, and one of the customers went after them.

“Who?” Harry’s voice broke.

“Someone recognized it as the Malfoy kid.”

It was a sloppy crime. It didn’t take long for the Aurors to track them down at Knockturn. Draco was there, a purpling bruise on his face, locked in a struggle with one man. The Aurors Incarceroused the robbers and Draco fell on his bottom, hands tucked to his chest. 

Harry pushed past the crowd. When Draco saw him, his face broke into a relieved smile. A smile that shuttered when Harry starting yelling.

“What the hell were you doing!” Harry snapped at him. Draco reeled back on the ground, mouth agape. “Why would you chase them?! They were gone!”

“They took my stuff!” Draco said.

“Your stuff!” Harry screamed. “What could possibly be worth more than your safety! ” Windows around them rattled. Harry’s head was fuzzy with anger he wasn’t used to anymore. Everyone stopped talking at Harry’s outburst. Draco’s face turned bright red, and he made a startled noise when Harry snatched away whatever Draco was holding. Harry looked down and everything seemed to fall away. 

It was the photo of them, the words Harry wrote on it were faded (Finally friends!), but it was clear that someone had retraced it carefully, many times since. 

A hand snatched the picture back. Mouth hanging open, Harry looked up at Draco.

“You went after them for that?” he asked, voice cracking at the end.

Draco stared at him, face still red with humiliation, eyes wet. “Yes,” he said. “Fine, yes!” He pushed Harry. Harry stumbled, knees weak. “I don’t need you to tell me how pathetic I am, Potter, so just fuck off and go yell at someone else.” Then he turned around, beelining toward the entrance. 

“He can’t leave yet—” an Auror said, but Harry didn’t care about procedures. He ran up and caught Draco’s arm. Draco turned and shoved him, with little effect this time. Harry stood his ground. 

“God, Potter,” Draco said, every syllable shook violently. Tears streamed down Draco’s face. His whole face scrunched up miserably. “What do you want now? I don’t need you to tell me how worthless this is to you.”

“I didn’t—” Harry tried. “That’s not what I meant. You could’ve been killed.” 

Draco’s fingers clawed at Harry’s grip, trying to pry it off. “Shut up, shut up!”

Harry grabbed Draco’s scrambling hand and tugged, wrapped an arm around Draco’s waist and pressed his lips to Draco’s hand. Harry’s breath shuddered, “I could’ve lost you.”

Draco was trembling. The bruise on his face broke Harry’s heart.

Harry pressed a kiss to Draco’s palm. “I could’ve lost you,” Harry said, voice tight with tears held back. Harry tugged Draco in further, wrapping him in a suffocating hug, burying his face in the warm crook of Draco’s neck, breathing in the comforting citrus soap for a second before turning his face into Draco and kissed him.

“I,” Draco started when Harry pulled back. “I’m sorry.” He sounded confused.

“Don’t scare me like that again.”

“Okay.”

“We can always take more photos,” Harry said into Draco’s shoulder. “Let’s go buy a camera right now. And ten thousand rolls of film.”

“Do you expect me to be robbed ten thousand times?”

Harry snorted an ugly laugh and peeked up at Draco. Draco cocked his head, brought a hand up to cup Harry’s face. Harry turned into Draco’s palm.

Draco’s other hand found Harry’s. “Ten thousand rolls it is.”

[lazywonderlvnd]

this is a tiny soft birthday piece for @l0vegl0wsinthedark -- you deserve way more than u think u do my angel and i hope this lifts ur spirits just enough to enjoy ur day like u should (and while i’m finishing a whole ass fic for you) happy birthday ilysm ❤️❤️❤️

includes: lots of weed smoking, kissing boys, and a room full of gryffindors and slytherins getting along

The chair is definitely made for one person, but that hasn’t stopped Draco from making himself comfortable on Harry’s lap in an entitled manner reminiscent of Crookshanks. In fact Crookshanks, in Harry’s opinion, looks a bit annoyed at the stolen bit of real estate. He’s contented himself with Ron’s lap but he’s watching Draco with an almost human expression of contempt.

There’s a layer of smoke sitting stagnant at about head height, like a potent cloud, that Harry had noticed five minutes ago and can’t unsee now. Had they really smoked that much?

He looks around the room: at Seamus, who is speaking rapidly and with extravagant hand gestures to Blaise in an Irish accent so thick Harry can make out only one in five words; at Hermione, with one of the two circulating joints in hand, laughing with tears in her eyes at something Ginny’s just said; at Luna, holding the other and staring peacefully off into space, completely unaware of Pansy sneaking glances at her. Yes, perhaps they had smoked that much. Goyle looks utterly blazed too, his eyes bloodshot and slitted, fingers positively caked with cheese dust from a bag of crisps. 

Bringing his focus back round to Draco on his lap — who is, from his position, engaged in conversation with Dean — Harry gives a great yawn and shifts a bit, trying to relieve the slight tingling in his right leg. Draco readjusts himself without missing a beat, moving some of his weight around to Harry’s other thigh and continuing uninterrupted in his spiel about … well, Harry’s not sure, really. He thinks it’s something about some artist or another, Draco’s current obsession.

“Harry!” 

He turns, blinking, to see Hermione holding the joint towards him and shaking it. The ash falls off and lands on the carpet.

“Oh — oops,” she giggles. “Sorry. I said your name a million times. Here, take it, it’s yours.”

He leans over the arm of the chair to reach out as far as he can while being weighed down with Draco, stretching towards her on the sofa, and just manages to snag it with his fingertips. She pulls out her wand and cleans the ash, then turns back to Ginny.

Harry drops his head back and takes a hit, pulling the smoke into his lungs, holding it there, and then blowing it out towards the ceiling. He watches with fascination as it joins seamlessly with the larger cloud. He’s become completely neutralised to the smell of the weed but he keeps getting whiffs of Draco’s shampoo, a brand new one he keeps raving about that’s supposed to work all kinds of wonders on his scalp and hair follicles. All Harry really gives a shit about, though, is that Draco’s smelled like coconut lately, which he very much likes.

He lifts his head and takes another hit, but this time he brings his mouth close to Draco’s ear and blows the smoke into it, causing him to cringe away, startled, while Dean starts laughing.

“You’re so fucking annoying when you’re high,” says Draco, trying for scolding except that his eyes are bright and he can’t quite keep a smile off his face. “Give me that.” He snatches the joint from Harry and brings it to his lips, letting the smoke drift out through his nose and looking like the world’s loveliest and smallest dragon. He must see the way Harry’s looking at him because after he takes his second hit he leans down with a coy grin and Harry meets him halfway in a kiss so Draco can breathe the smoke into his mouth. His tongue follows shortly after and Harry loves the way he can taste the weed on it, earthy and bittersweet. 

He loses himself in it quickly, his hazy, sluggish brain happily forgetting the presence of eight or nine of their friends around them as he drinks his fill. All that’s real or matters is the warm, solid weight of Draco in his lap, the smell of weed and coconut, his soft lips and wet tongue and the gentle fingers on his jaw, stroking lightly. His own hand, the one not draped behind Draco’s back, finds his hip and snakes beneath his shirt, just enough to graze warm skin. Draco smiles against his mouth and hums into the kiss before pulling away and trailing his lips towards Harry’s ear.

“I’d settle down if I were you,” he says softly, his breath tickling Harry’s neck. It’s only then that Harry realises he’s got a semi that’s beginning to dig into Draco’s arse and he lets out a quiet laugh. Just to be cheeky, he brings his lips to Draco’s jaw and kisses down his neck, grinning when he feels Draco shiver.

“But I’m enjoying myself so much,” he whispers, hand sliding from Draco’s hip to his lap, where he squeezes over his half-hard cock, causing him to squirm and gasp in surprise. He grabs Harry’s hand and pulls it away with pink cheeks while Harry laughs against his neck.

“Oi, d’you two fucking mind!” comes Dean’s voice, and Harry looks up to see him watching them with raised eyebrows.

“You don’t have to watch,” Harry tells him, ripping his hand out of Draco’s grip to squeeze his thigh this time, delighted by the squawk of indignation.

“Draco’s still holding the joint, you pillock,” says Dean. “And he’s about to singe your arm with it.”

“I’m not about to singe anybody, you troglodyte,” Draco says, whipping round to glare at him. “Not all of us are bumbling Gryffindor barbarians born without a trace of elegance in our blood —”

“Ow!” Harry yells, snatching his arm from around Draco’s back when something scalding hot touches his skin. Dean descends into howls of laughter while Draco takes Harry’s arm and starts apologising profusely. He goes as far as chucking the joint at Dean, whose laughter subsides as it lands in his lap and he jumps out of his chair before it can burn him. Harry can see it beginning to burn a hole in the carpet.

This is not by any means the first time this carpet has seen a lit joint. Hermione has fixed most of the damage but here and there are obvious reminders, which Harry actually quite likes. There is, he thinks, such a thing as too much cleanliness and perfection. If a burn mark on his carpet is a memory of a good time, he can’t see what’s so bad about it.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” Draco coos, lifting his arm and pressing a soft kiss to the tiny burn mark.

“You did that on purpose,” says Harry, affecting a deep, childish frown that makes Draco laugh. He cups Harry’s cheeks and kisses his lips once, twice, three times, then his cheek, before pulling away.

“Better?”

“Oh, I’ll need more than that if you wanna make up for burning me,” Harry tells him, cheeky grin back in place. Draco rolls his eyes and Harry hears both Dean and Ron making retching noises while Seamus wolf-whistles.

“Who has the other joint?” Dean asks as he drops the roach into an ashtray on the coffee table. “Someone needs to roll a new one.”

“Harry, you do it,” says Pansy. “Blaise did the last two and they were terrible.”

“What the fuck?” Blaise says, glaring at her. “They were fucking decent, what’re you on about?”

“Harry?” Pansy presses, ignoring him. “Will you? Yours are the best.”

“That’s because he’s good with his hands,” Draco says, bringing his lips to Harry’s cheek again where Harry can feel him grinning.

“You have to get off my lap then,” says Harry, prompting a heavy pout from Draco that makes him look twelve.

“Just do it on my lap, it’s not that hard.”

Harry huffs out a breath but agrees; he likes Draco’s warm weight and doesn’t really care if it’s a little more difficult to do, but mostly it’s because in spite of the burn he’s still half-hard and doesn’t necessarily need everyone seeing it. Dean brings over the flat tray with a mirrored base that Harry likes to use for this purpose and sets it down on Draco’s lap.

Draco makes a game of kissing his neck while he’s trying to roll the joints, causing him to fumble several times to the general chagrin of the room at large.

When he’s finished, Dean removes the tray and all the scattered, ground-up weed on its surface and takes the joints, lighting them both and handing one off to Seamus so the rounds can begin again. Harry wonders vaguely how long it would take for the whole room to fill with smoke and eventually suffocate them.

Draco’s nuzzling his cheek now and Harry slips his arm back around him.

“We should kick everyone out after they finish these ones,” he hums into Harry’s ear. “I’m very anxious to make up for burning your poor arm.”

Harry laughs and squeezes his hip playfully, but he also feels his cock twitch with interest. Their friends will come again, plenty of times; more important is the very baked, very randy Draco in his lap whose mouth looks more inviting by the minute.

“Yeah, all right,” he agrees. 

“Good,” Draco says and kisses his cheek once again. His touchy-feeliness is one of Harry’s very favourite things about Draco when he smokes. It’s like he can’t help it. “I’m gonna get some lemonade actually, do you want anything, love?”

“I’m okay,” says Harry. “Don’t be long.”

With another kiss — on his mouth this time — Draco stands up and Harry takes the opportunity to swat his arse before he walks away. Draco yelps and blushes and smacks his arm but he’s smiling, and it makes Harry’s heart even lighter than the weed does.

[emmelineparker308]

Father Dearest Part 5

Fandom: Harry Potter: Golden Trio Era

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Pairing: Harry Potter x reader Summary: Your third year at Hogwarts is about to start and with it come a lot of new changes. Harry, your best friend and crush, is in trouble from some man named Sirius Black. You try desperately to keep Harry safe but what happens when you find out some heartbreaking, mind shattering information about your father? Warnings: angst A/N: Enjoy! Please like and reblog if you like it!!

Previously on Father Dearest: “”Metra, my dear,” Fudge interrupted, “The lass has no idea that her mother was Estella (Y/L/N) and that her father is Sirius Black.”

 Now: 

“Bloody hell,” Rosmerta said at this new revelation. “I always thought that she knew but kept it secret from everyone. So, who’s been taking care of her and what have they been telling her?”

 “Remus Lupin took her in after Estella’s death,” Fudge explained on, “That woman tried like hell to prove that Black was innocent, and Black tried like hell to keep that child. Lupin of course kept everything from her, he’s been telling her that he found her abandoned.” At those words there was movement from your side, you could tell Harry left throwing your hand away from his. Your feet wanted to follow him but the words that were being spoken made you feel sick.

 It was as if Fudge’s words were the key that you were waiting for all these years, because as he uttered those words a gate inside your mind opened up, and you suddenly remembered your mother’s voice and your father’s warmth. The teary eyes of joy that looked at you, the first time you uttered something close to ‘Daddy’. James and your dad agreeing to their children getting married someday. The night you had your first fever. And of course, the night of crying and yelling, your mother fighting as arms held her back, your father holding you and kissing you goodbye as men ripped you out of his hands. Tears freely fell from your eyes, and you left the room albeit not as smoothly as you had entered.

 “He was their friend!” you heard Harry yelling as you frantically tried to find him and explain that your father did nothing wrong. “She’s his daughter,” he stated in utter disgust as he looked over Hermione’s shoulder where you were standing, the invisibility charm worn off. Hermione and Ron both looked at you in surprise, although ‘Mione looked a bit more sympathetically at your current state. You couldn’t pry your eyes away from the look that Harry was giving you. The eyes that were always kind towards you now held nothing but hatred.

 You don’t know how but you made your way into the castle, with each step you took the sadness got replaced by pure white-hot anger. “How could you?” you screamed slamming open the DADA classroom with such force that even you were surprised that the doors didn’t come off its hinges.

 “Excuse me?” Lupin responded startled that the child he raised looked to be in the most distress he had ever seen her in.  

 “You knew all this time about my parents. You knew about them and you didn’t tell me,” you cried. The look on his face told you everything you needed to know. “How could you be so cruel Lupin? This entire time you made me feel as though I was alone, as though no one wanted me. You know how that affected me? For the past 13 years you made me think that no one wanted me. I hated them, you know that? I hated my parents because I thought they dumped me in an alleyway without a care in the world. I thought my mother abandoned me and that my father never fought for me. When the reality was that my mother gave her life for me and my father fought through heaven and hell for me.” You couldn’t go on any further with the outburst. You were too hurt, too angry and if you kept going you were bound to say something that you would regret.

 You did the one thing that made sense to you. You ran. You ran from the hate. You ran from the look Harry gave you. You ran from Lupin. You ran. Your feet seemed to have a mind all its own and you ended up in the forbidden forest. Under any other circumstance, you would have been scared of being in the forest while it was starting to get dark but now all you could focus on was your heart becoming heavier and heavier. Your head felt like it was going to burst open because of all the crying you did. You felt like you should have been crying more, but you felt numb. You didn’t realize that it had started raining until you were soaked. Heartbroken, betrayed, alone, and now cold you called out for the one person you wanted to see more than anyone. The one person you wanted to be held by, the one person alive you owed an apology to. “Daddy.” After you said it once the name came out of your mouth like a mantra. “Daddy,” you cried out with what little energy you had left, not caring what other creatures might have heard you. Suddenly the pricking sensation that followed you all summer long was back, and this time you felt a presence from behind. However, being too tired to turn around you defeated let out “If you’re going to kill me do it already.”

 When you were met with silence you got up the energy to take a peek at whatever was lurking behind you. What you expected to be angry centaurs turned out to be a beautiful black dog looking at you pitifully. It was almost as if it had human emotions as if it felt your pain and came to ease it. “Hi there,” you carefully stated, extending your hand out and waited for it to come to you. Almost at once, the dog ran towards you, and desperately needing a hug you held on to it. You felt rather pathetic holding onto a dog and crying in the middle of the forbidden forest. After some time and loads of licks, your tears dwindled to sniffles and you finally cracked a smile.

 “You know today was supposed to be a normal day,” you started, not sure why but you felt the need to explain yourself to the dog, “I found out today that the people I had been hating for the past 13 years had not abandoned me,” at the quizzical look the dog gave you, you further explained. “You see, um, well I can’t just be calling you ‘dog’. Blackie. How about that? After you black mane?” Blackie barked in response as if to say ‘Yes.’

 “Well, Blackie, I was raised by a man who is not my biological father. He told me that he found me in an alleyway 13 years ago, completely abandoned. So, for the past 13 years, I hated the man and woman that gave birth to me thinking that they didn’t want me. Thinking that it was easy for them to just abandon me. And today I found out that it was all a lie, that I’ve been living a lie. Blackie, after I found out who my dad and mom were, it was like all the memories of theirs I had come back to me. I remember how my dad cried the first time I said ‘Daddy’, and how he cried when he kissed me goodbye. I remembered how my mom loved to hold me and sing to me. I remembered how heartbroken she was when my dad was sentenced to life in Azkaban, how she held me, cried, and let out her final breath.” You didn’t realize it then but saying out loud the events of the day brought some clarity to you. “All I want to do right now is see my dad and say that I’m sorry.” Though you knew that he couldn’t help you locate your dad, telling Blackie about how you felt and what you wanted to do made you feel like a weight was off your shoulder.

 “Thanks Blackie,” you whispered as you gave the dog another hug. “I only have human food, you look like you haven’t eaten,” you say as you thoroughly inspect your new friend. His fur was tangled and he looked like he hadn’t eaten in days. You carefully take out the sweets you had brought for Harry, knowing full well that he may not even want to be in the same room as you right now, and handed them to Blackie. Blackie walked with you out of the forest and did not leave your side until you entered the castle. You gave him a final hug and told him to have fun with the food and that you would find him soon and give him some more. He barked and turned toward the forest, you watched on until you could no longer see him.

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George x Reader- Weary

Would you do a George Weasley imagine where he takes his Slytherin crush who's friends with Golden Trio on a late night raid of the kitchen to cheer her up in the whole "you take care of everyone else but who takes care of you" sorta way after seeing that she is down and hearing her tell Ginny and Hermione that she's tired of dealing/constantly fighting with her Housemates for being a "blood traitor" and having to defend her friends?

George realized as he entered his common room, the portrait swinging wide and nearly hitting him as he sassed the woman in the painting, that he was in a sour mood because he hadn’t seen you all day. It was no secret to him, or his friends, that he had eyes for you. He would proudly yell it from the rooftops, or the highest point he could go on his broom, that he cared for you.

That was why he was surprised to see you surrounded by Ginny and Hermione. Your green robes stuck out like a sore thumb in the sea of red and gold. His sister had her hand on your back, rubbing small and comforting circles as you dropped your head into your hands. Hermione caught his gaze and nodded, shooing him away. Were you alright? He took a silent step towards you, the sound of him entering being drowned out by your now apparent crying. It seemed he wasn’t to get any closer as Hermione mouthed a clear, “go away”. 

George had never been good at doing what he was told, especially when he was positive he had never seen you quite so upset before. You two were close but it was dawning on him that you were far more ready to listening to his upsets and feelings than you were with sharing your own. Falling back against the wall, he stayed clear of your sight and listened. 

“-all over my bed! Can you believe it?” You cried softly, voice muffled in your hands as your shoulders shook. “I barely know these girls, they won’t talk to me when we’re getting ready for bed, or when I sit near them at meals. The only reason they know my name is so that they can make a mockery of it! They don’t even know me but they completely trashed everything...” 

Ginny said something about getting back at them, and George felt a surge of pride in him, but Hermione was discouraging the idea. George wasn’t sure what to make of what you were saying. It was obvious that the girls you shared a room with had trashed your room but you had thick skin, it wouldn’t cause you to cry if it had just happened only once... He knew you better than that and he knew your immediate reaction to that would be restrained anger. You could support yourself and if someone crossed a boundary you would be the first to point it out. So why were these girls getting to you? Why hadn’t you put a stop to it? 

“Can’t the headmaster do anything?” Hermione chimed in but you only shook your head. “It’s been months you’ve had to deal with this!”

“We don’t matter in this stupid school. We all know Dumbledore, no matter how great a wizard, has favorites. The Slytherins are on the bottom of his priority list. If I told him, he would just tell Snape to handle it and where would I be then? I’m the blood traitor, the snake that doesn’t have any venom. I don’t belong in Slytherin and Snape damn well knows that. No one is going to help me,” 

George’s heart constricted at the hopelessness in your voice. Hermione’s words rang loud in his mind, you’ve had to deal with these vicious girls for months? He couldn’t help but feel hurt that you hadn’t reached out. Yet, George understood. When he had first attended Hogwarts, kids had been swift and cruel in teasing him and Fred about their hand-me-downs. He hadn’t wanted to talk to anyone either, even when his anger had turned to resignation. 

He supposed it wasn’t his place to eavesdrop but he would be damned if he didn’t get a smile back on your face. Looking to Hermione, he gave a small wave before leaving them to their conversation. It was your story to tell and once you were comfortable enough with him you would tell him. 

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You felt as if you had barely set your head on your pillow before you were being startled awake, a large hand placed over your mouth. Your eyes popped open and you shot up, back rigid as you tried to make out the looming figure in the dark. Your heart pounded violently for a moment before settling down when you realized it was George. Then, your heart rate spiked again because it was George and what was he doing in your room this late? 

Removing his hand from your mouth, he placed a finger to his lips, an impish smile resting there as he coerced you out of bed. You grabbed your nearest jumper and threw it over the shorts and slytherin t-shirt that were your pajamas. It was too hot during the night to wear the comfortable flannel set your mother had sent you during the winter months that had long since passed. 

You followed silently, hand seeking his as you nearly tripped over a textbook you had forgotten to pick up, having to rearrange your room back to how it had been earlier. You had been forced to listen to your housemates gripe and whine about how it was too late to be cleaning when it was their fault you had to clean in the first place. They were lucky you knew a spell that would put the torn pages from your textbook back together. They were like raccoons in a trash can and you were tired of having to clean up after their messes.

George could feel you growing irritated as you nearly tripped and he was more than happy to take your hand in his and feel some of your tension fall away from your stiff posture. You two crept through the Slytherin common room and you had long since stopped asking how he had figured out how to sneak in and sneak out so efficiently. 

When you broke free into the empty hall, George took out his wand, casting lumos and holding it low to the ground as to not bother the portraits that were trying to sleep. 

“Where are we going?” You finally whispered, eyes burning against the bright light at the tip of his wand. Instead, you locked your gaze onto the man who held your hand. His wicked smile had melted into something far more pleasant and gentle. A smile he reserved just for you. 

“Patience darling,” He smiled, pausing in the hall so that he could kiss your temple. You rolled your eyes but heat crept up your neck and stained the tips of your ears pink. You were thankful that your sleep tossed hair covered the blush. 

“I’m plenty patient,” You stated easily. “But it’s late and I know you, so I’m suspicious,” 

“Why is it always the people I care for that hurt me the most?” George sighed dramatically and you giggled, bumping your hip into his as he swung your connected hands between you. 

You followed blindly as George led you through the school and you were a bit surprised to find that he had led you straight to the kitchens. You had thought he was taking you to an empty classroom where Fred and Lee would be, no doubt bent over some new potion or working on a new idea they had for their joke shop. “What’re we doing here?” 

“Just thought we could make cookies or something,” George shrugged but he worried that you weren’t pleased with his choice. 

“You’re telling me that you woke me up because you had a cookie craving?” You jested, a light and airy laugh spilling past your lips. Your eyes were bright and amused but George was fumbling to get your approval. 

“No, well yes, sort of. No, because that wasn’t my intent. Yes, because I’m always craving cookies,” 

You hopped up on the counter and George followed after, standing in front of you with his hands on the edge of the counter, holding himself in place. Out of habit you tangled your fingers through his hair. It was growing rapidly and you quite liked it. Fred had cut it not too long ago, saying George might keep it because you said it looked nice but he himself had grown tired of the “maintenance”. 

“What is your intent then?” You asked, curious more than anything but your voice was playful. George smiled sheepishly through heavy-lidded eyes and he took your wrist, pulling your hand from his hair to rest against his cheek. 

“I remember you mentioned once you liked to bake to cheer yourself up and you’ve seemed a bit down lately,” George explained, trying to hide that he had heard you speaking with Ginny and Hermione.”And as much as I love you playing with my hair, I want to treat you for once,” 

You looked puzzled. “What do you mean ‘for once’? Georgie, you do a lot for me. It might be small to you, but you help every time you hold my hand when I’m a little too quiet or crack a joke that makes me laugh when I feel like it’s impossible to,”

“But I haven’t noticed what’s been going on recently and those girls-” So much for trying to hide the elephant in the room. George squeezed his eyes tight and sighed. 

“You heard me,” 

“You were crying,” 

You were taken aback by the emotion packed into George’s voice. It was clear the thought of you crying caused him hurt as well and your chest swelled with love for him. He truly didn’t know how much he did for you. Ginny and Hermione had advice but George was the one who let you escape all of it. You supposed you should clue him in on that every once in a while. 

“I didn’t want you getting upset and hexing the stupid girls I room with,” You explained as you caught the slightly wounded look in his eyes. It was then that you heard the unsaid half of his sentence. “You were crying and you didn’t come to me”. You couldn’t help but smile despite the heavy atmosphere that hung over the both of you. Tucking a stray hair behind his ear, you kissed George’s forehead. “Thank you for caring,” 

“Of course I care,” George reassured, arms encircling your waist as your wrapped your legs around his hips, your neck falling into the space between his neck and shoulder. “What can I do to help?” His voice cracked and you could tell he was running out of ideas. Knowing you were hurting was one thing, actually being able to help was another. 

“Make cookies with me at-” You looked over his shoulder to peer at your watch before returning your hand to his back. “-one in the morning?” 

George laughed once, short and amused. Then, he laughed again and he felt your chest rumble in a similar reaction. Soon you were both laughing softly in the light from his wand that cast fanciful shadows about the kitchen. You saw a house elf run by. 

“I can do that,” George conceded, squeezing you against him and pulling you from the counter. You squealed and wrapped your legs tighter around him. He loved you. 

Dropping you, he kept his arm around you, his other hand smoothing down your hair before finding it’s place against your warm cheek, a single tear having crept out when he wasn’t looking and leaving a trail in it’s wake. “Will you come to me next time? I know I’m not Gin or ‘Mione, but I care and I want to help. And I won’t even make their lives hell... I just want to comfort you,” 

You bit your lip, fighting the expression that was trying to fight it’s way out. If you let it show, you were positive not even George’s oblivious nature could shield him from realizing how you felt about him. “I can do that,” You mimicked. 

George’s heart thumped in a steady beat against his chest as his eyes dropped to your lips for only a second. One day he would kiss you. But for now, you two were going to make cookies and forget that your bad day had even occurred. 

In a week, having two more late night cookie dates and several long talks between your tears, you would find one day that the girls had ceased their behavior. Minimizing their destruction of your belongings to glares and mumbled swears. In that same week, George would be in detention for pulling a hair from Snape’s head after running from his classroom and Fred would be given detention for stealing ingredients for a polyjuice potion, Lee booking it with the obtained items in hand.

 Neither of you would talk about the coincidence but your weary heart would be relieved of it’s heavy weight. Making cookies would become a tradition and George would still be thinking about kissing you. 

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