#i think harry would be one of those men who walk women to their dorm at night if they happened upon him

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I LOVE to make Niall a menace to Harry's mental health. Glad you enjoyed 💕 Def aiming for cute and fun! (for now)

Honey II

Read Honey here | ~6.2k words

Warnings: Angst, fluff, pining, maybe a daddy-kink if you don't blink. There's a shitty guy, some jealous Harry (from said shitty guy as well as NIALL 😍) and some mentions of self-care 😉

Summary: You cannot flirt with my nanny. He texted Niall while Cece ate.

Someone should, Harry. By all means YOU should. But I’ll handle it if you cannot.

Harry scowled and threw his phone aside. “Sorry m’gonna kill Uncle Niall, Cece,” he told her. “But he’s stupid.”

The routine became easy. Breakfast with Harry, tummy time with Cece, cleaning during naptime, laundry at lunch time. At eleven in the morning, she sent Harry three pictures of his baby regardless of what she was doing which he didn’t respond to other than reacting with a heart to each of the pictures.

Cece loved Miss Honey. Her smile was bright when she saw her and her giggle was coming easier and easier while she played with her.

Niall is stopping by to grab something I left. He was already out. You can let him in.

Okay, thank you for the heads up.

Other than delivery drivers, people didn’t really come by. She hadn’t had friends over not that she necessarily wanted to have them over... not after her first family. From then, it was always kind of weird to have people visit someone else’s home to hang out with her. She preferred dinners or going to their houses. If Harry were to throw a party or cookout at his extravagant pool, she would invite her friends—at least that’s what she did with her previous family—but Harry didn’t seem much like a party-thrower.

“Hello?” The Irish voice sang into the house. “Miss Cece, where are you?” He called.

She smiled and brought the baby toward the front door holding her in front of her stomach. Cece giggled at the sight of Uncle Niall. “Who’s that, Cece?” She asked pressing her lips on to the top of her soft hair. “Is that Uncle Niall? Did Uncle Niall come to see you?” She kicked her feet and Niall looked like he was melting as he took her from Miss Honey. “Is it this folder?” She asked. “I found it in the garage,” she said. “It must have slipped out of his bag. When I took Cece to the store, I was going to swing by myself."

Niall was in awe. The house was clean—to be fair, it almost always was, but it was different now. Plus it smelled like the citrusy fall candle she was burning on the counter; only adding to the fresh clean feeling of his friend’s place. Whatever was cooking in the oven smelled delicious. “Do you... cook for him?” Niall asked.

She blushed. “Well, it’s mainly for me, but obviously there aren’t a ton of recipes for one person, so I always have extra,” she rationalized. “I cooked for my old family.”

Niall bounced Cece as he looked around. There was a throw blanket on the sofa adorned with leaves and it’s fall y’all patterned across it. that wasn’t there before. Along with some fall pillows. It matched the little pumpkins on the side tables and the leaf and flower centerpiece on the coffee table. Harry had decorations? “Did Harry buy those throw pillows?”

“I... I have this tendency to fall asleep on the sofa watching movies and wanted something softer than the sofa arm,” she felt weird explaining all this to Niall. “I should probably get them out of here and back in my room. Did Harry say something? He doesn’t like it?”

Harry hadn’t mentioned it. Which was insane because when Cece’s mom wanted all new living room furniture in the middle of her pregnancy, Niall wasn’t sure Harry was going to let her live at his house after all. Harry was very particular and liked things to be his way. “No, no. He’s fine. It just looks...cozy,” he said. “It’s nice he’s got a woman’s touch that he likes,” Niall said encouragingly.

Her phone vibrated on the counter and she glanced at her watch reading the message. Can you tell Niall to let go of my daughter and get his ass back here before I fire him?

She smiled sending a thumbs up in response. “I believe you’re going to be fired.”

“What a drama queen,” Niall muttered. “I love you more than Dada does,” he cooed and kissed Cece sweetly on the cheek. “You should decorate the outside, too,” Niall said as he handed the baby back to her. “Harry would like it,” he smiled. “If you have a ton of leftovers, send them for lunch with Harry tomorrow. With the way it smells, I bet it would taste delicious reheated as well... Bye Cece!” He waved and blew a kiss at her.

“Say bye Uncle Niall,” she cooed shaking her head at Harry’s best friend.  She waved Cece’s hand for her. “Bye Uncle Niall.”

*

His office door slapped open against the wall, and he looked up from his desk even though he didn’t need to.

“Niall’s here,” his secretary called. He rolled his eyes.

“You love her,” Niall gushed.

“I do not,” Harry scowled defensively at his paperwork in front of him. “Love who?”

“Your nanny obviously.”

“I absolutely do not,” he shook his head. “I am not in love with someone I employ.”

“So we’re not in love either?” Niall frowned.

“Do you have something you need, Mr. Horan?” Harry deadpanned.

Niall rolled his eyes. “Harry, she’s sweet, funny, and intelligent,” he listed. “Not to mention your house has never looked cleaner nor cozier and she can cook.”

Harry used to order out each night since he was too tired to cook when he got home. Then with Cece, it made even more sense. But now, since he was very much glued to his schedule of coming home on time for dinner so he could see Cece before bed and relieve Miss Honey of her duties for the evening.

He hadn’t anticipated her making dinner for him. In fact, he hadn’t anticipated much of anything she did for him. He thought taking care of Cece was going to be it. The cleaning and cooking was beyond what he expected.

He ignored Niall.

“And hello? She’s good with Cece.”

She was great with Cece actually. But he wasn’t going to give into Niall’s teasing. He continued looking at his computer screen ignoring all the reasons Harry thought she was perfect as well but had to ignore because he would rather die than ruin what he had with her for the sake of his daughter. There was no one better to trust Cece with—even after a month or so of her working, it was obvious. He was so sure there wasn’t anyone better. “Also, she was going in the pool when I got there, so she was in this itty, bitty bikini—” Harry’s gaze snapped to Niall and his eye twitched as he scowled again. “I was joking, but I think I’ve proven my point.”

“I’m not in love,” he grumbled. Harry didn’t love anyone beyond his baby girl, his company, and his family.

“Say it all you want. But I’m not the one that got his underwear in a twist over the thought of seeing her in a bikini when it’s not summer anymore." Harry ignored him still. "You let her decorate," he reminded him.

"We have similar tastes," Harry mumbled not wanting to let on that he didn't give two shits if the house was decorated but when he came home from work watching her sip hot apple cider on his sofa and reading a book to Cece, he wanted to move to a place where it was fall all year round.

"Are you going to let her decorate the outside of your house for Halloween?”

He was not in love. “It’s a holiday,” he reminded Niall. “I want Cece t'have a—”

“Uh-huh. Sure. It’s definitely for Cece... by the way, make sure I get the leftovers from dinner tomorrow. I already asked Miss Honey,” he said. “Here’s your folder,” he laid it on his desk and left with a wave and mischievous smile. "She found it in the garage and was going to swing by herself. Because in case you haven't noticed, she's perfect."

If there were leftovers of whatever delicious thing she had decided to cook, Harry was going to throw them in the middle of the road on his way to work just to spite him.

*

The weekend was unfortunately eventful.

Cece fussed a ton. Harry sighed when the monitor alerted him to her waking. He got up and headed to her crib where he spent several minutes rubbing her little belly as he watched her. “Y’need t’sleep, Miss Cecelia,” he smiled at her tiredly. It was nearly one in the morning, and he had been fortunate enough to have Cece sleeping soundly overall for the last couple months. But for whatever reason, her little cries woke him up today.

He checked his phone and noted there was an alert from the front door camera. He saw two people standing under the entrance. His favorite nanny and a man that he didn’t recognize.

Given the situation, this was suddenly and very much her house as much as Harry's. As evident by the pumpkin décor on the steps visible in the video as well. So she could do what she wanted. Even if that meant going on a date.

Even if that meant Harry was painfully aware of how upset that made him.

Her arms were wrapped around her stomach and Harry felt something painful ache in his stomach. She looked completely uncomfortable. The guy leaned closer toward her, forcing her to step back until she was against the side of the entryway. Harry’s blood boiled. She pressed a hand against his chest, maintaining distance between them. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the screen and briefly noted he forgot about Cece’s waking. But Cece was asleep again. Therefore, Harry was able to worry about the other woman that lived in his house. He quickly sent her a text before he kept his eyes glued to the camera. If this was some kind of flirting thing, fine. He would confront the boiling jealousy in the comfort of his own bed. But Harry had a sister, female friends, female employees and now a daughter. He knew when someone was uncomfortable.

The camera signaled someone was outside, so I checked the feed... Are you okay?

He didn't want to listen in. There was a boundary he wasn’t willing to cross. Fortunately, she pulled her phone from her pocket and read the message--clearly looking for a distraction and further fueling his worry. Without answering, she tucked her phone back in her pocket and Harry thought that he was overreacting. She was fine. He just needed to go to bed.

But then, she shook her head repeatedly, slowly.

Harry dropped his phone on Cece’s floor where it landed on the rug with a quiet thud. He took off downstairs nearly missing the last step before he was at the front door, yanking it out of the way blindingly fast. She jumped at the sudden movement in the middle of the night—even though she only saw Harry’s message seconds before. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” he lied. He was very grateful to interrupt. “Cece has been awake, and I’ve tried—”

“No problem,” she rushed out not even glancing at the man. She brushed passed Harry hurriedly.

The guy blinked in surprise at her quick departure. He tried to peek behind Harry’s frame that blocked most of his view. “I’ll call—”

Harry smacked the door shut and waited for him to leave—watched him walk to the end of the driveway where he waited for an Uber for three minutes. She sighed, putting her hands on the back of her head, breathing heavily. “Harry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered. She began pacing behind him, but Harry’s eyes didn’t move from the end of his driveway. “He was completely fine and then I needed to Uber and—”

“I told you not t’Uber,” he scowled at the window beside the door waiting for the man to disappear.

“Well, it was one in the morning, and I don’t know how your driver situation works—”

“Then you call me,” his voice was rougher than he wanted it to be. The thought of something happening to her hurt. Hurt a lot.

She ignored him, feeling guilty but trying to explain her side of things. “My friend had left with a guy she met, and she was my ride. I didn’t even know she left,” her voice cracked. “I Uber all the time, Harry. Alone at night, I don’t care...it’s... whatever... But he was insistent. He wanted to make sure I made it home safely. Which didn’t set off any alarm bells and I pride myself on having a good gauge of that kind of thing. So, I didn’t think anything of it. I thought he was just being a gentleman. When he got out of the car and the driver took off...” she shook her head. “I’m just so sorry. I didn’t know—” Her voice cracked again, harsher this time. Then she pressed her lips into a line as she looked down. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered trying to force the tears to stay behind her lids.

The man was gone from the edge of his driveway. Harry shook his head confused how she could be apologizing for literally nothing. She didn’t do anything wrong. “What are y’apologizing for?”

“For him coming back here! I don’t bring people back to the house I’m living in for free. I would never want to put someone like that within a three-mile radius of Cece. I was just trying to get him to leave and I—” her voice choked off again.

“Love,” he said gently. “S’okay,” he promised reassuringly. “Y’can invite friends over. I wouldn’t really want him, but it sounds like we’re on the same page.”

She sniffled, breaking Harry’s heart. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated.

“Did he hurt you?” Harry asked. She shook her head. “I need a verbal answer, love.”

“No, he didn’t hurt me,” she whispered. Barely loud enough for him to hear.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded. “I was just trying to think of a way to get inside without him following me,” she whimpered. “He just wouldn’t shut up about how nice it would be to...” her tears started to flow. She shook her head. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.

Harry didn’t think. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed up and down her back. “S’okay,” he promised. “You’re okay,” he repeated. “You could have banged on the door or something,” he assured her.

She sniffled. “I didn’t want to wake the baby.”

He smiled softly. Of course she didn’t. “Please call the driver next time. Day or night. I should’ve told y’that,” he murmured. “It would make me feel better. And he’ll only let y’have someone else in the car with you if y’say so,” he promised.

She nodded. “Okay.”

“You’re allowed t’have a life here, love,” he promised. “Friends, dates, whatever y’want.”

“Well, I’m not dating for a while,” that was fine by Harry. Gently, she pulled from Harry’s embrace, and he felt completely cold. It wasn’t from his lack of clothes either.

She wiped her eyes. “Do y’want me to...get y’anything?” He asked.

She shook her head of the thought. “No, I’m sorry to have interrupted your sleep—”

“Don’t be. But y’didn’t. Cece was up, I was checking on her when I saw m’phone’s notification,” he explained. “But even if she wasn’t up... I wouldn’t have minded,” he promised. “Really.”

Her eyes trailed over Harry’s body. It hadn’t occurred to her that he was wearing nothing but boxers. His shoulders were broad, his arms were taut with lean muscles that didn’t bulge massively but were still beautifully sculpted. His hair was in disarray, probably from his pillow. His stomach was flat, ridged with muscles, and covered with tattoos. “I didn’t realize you had so many tattoos.”

He smirked. “Yeah, um...guilty pleasure of mine.”

Harry really shouldn’t say pleasure around her. It made her think of things that would give her immense pleasure. Like the boxers that outlined a plump dick (which wasn’t even fully hard it seemed. Jesus Christ, she wondered if she was going to get pregnant just from looking at it) and showed off his muscular thighs. She shook her head trying to keep her eyes focused on anything other than Harry’s groin area. “I um... thank you,” she whispered. “For getting me.”

“Of course, love. Any time,” he promised. “I know y’work for me and I respect your commitment and seriousness t’your job. It’s something I value in m’employees at the office too. But Niall also works with me too and he’s m’best friend and he’s very comfortable asking me t’bail him out of dicey situations. So if y’need something, y’jus’ have t’ask.”

She nodded. “Okay... thank you,” she repeated. “Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, Miss Honey.”

*

Harry was frustrated. It was a busy time of year, so he had been staying an hour, sometimes two later than he was supposed to. He ate reheated food that she had cooked (which was still delicious) but mostly he was upset because he wasn’t getting to see Cece before bed. The pictures she sent in the afternoon and just before bed helped but didn’t make up for the real thing. He missed his daughter.

And honestly? If he was real with himself, he missed eating dinner with the pretty woman that was kind enough to make dinner in the first place. He missed watching an episode of whatever show she liked before she went for a swim in the pool and then to read in her room. Up until Harry had started staying late, she had gone for a swim every night and Harry was in awe. The pool was heated sure, but the air was cold. But she was insistent—all to get her laps in so she could work out. Now, when he got home, she was already in her room. Only coming out to say hello, give the lowdown on bedtime and making sure he knew which food was for Niall the next morning.

It seemed she wasn’t dating, so at least Harry had that. Even though he told her she could, he was glad she wasn't. It wasn’t right or fair of him to feel that way, but he couldn’t help it. The few times he saw her out in the pool in a bathing suit (that was not an itty-bitty bikini like Niall had described) he felt possessive. If she had an itty-bitty bikini, Harry thought he might lose his mind--the pretty one piece with a cutout created by a crisscrossing bow around her middle was tantalizing enough. He didn’t let his gaze linger for long (he didn’t want to be creepy) but he thought back to the guy that followed her home and terrified her. No one deserved her kindness. No one deserved to see her vulnerable and alone in anything less than what she wanted. She made Cece feel safe. She made Harry feel safe.

“Why don’t you go home?” Niall suggested. “You’ve been staying late all week, and I know you miss Cece. Take a half day, go spend some time with your daughter. Or even Miss Honey,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

Harry shook his head. “I already took a ton of time off—”

“For a very good reason! Harry,” Niall sighed. “You have an adorable baby daughter. She’s only going to be little for so long. You need to enjoy it.”

With that thought, Harry couldn’t get out of his office fast enough. He entered the house using the keycode. It didn’t even faze her. If someone used the code, then she assumed it was someone who was allowed to be there. But also, the sound of the vacuum cleaner was humming and creating more noise than she could have heard with the door opening and closing. But she must have sensed it because she glanced over her shoulder and smiled finishing the spot she was working on. Harry could make out the wrap around her body while she vacuumed. Wearing Cece like a body ornament. It was adorable. “I could hire someone for that, y’know,” he called over the droning noise.

She turned the vacuum off and turned around showing off the little babe at the same time. She kicked her feet. Harry thought his heartstrings were going to snap with how much love flooded him. Someone that loved him so unconditionally. It felt like he didn’t deserve it.

“You’re home early,” she smiled and loosened the wrap around her and pulled the headphones off her little head to keep her ears safe from the vacuum sound. “Is Dada home to play, Cece?” She smiled excitedly. “Is Dada here to play?” She repeated, passing her to Harry. Cece immediately settled into his embrace, making his heart hurt. Niall was right, this was well worth it.

“I was just going to do laundry,” she said. “Do you want anything to eat?” She asked.

“I have people who could do your laundry,” he told her, his lips attached to the crown of Cece’s head. “And y’don’t need t’do my laundry either,” he frowned. “Or Cece’s.”

“Yes, but you are saving money by letting me do it. I’m all about coupons. I’m like a BOGO sale, you know? For a business owner, you don’t see a good deal when presented.”

He rolled his eyes. Niall listed a lot of great qualities about her. But he didn’t list how stubborn she was. Especially when it came to things like using the driver or doing his laundry. Harry wanted to shake her sometimes.

“Niall said you have a business trip next weekend?”

His eyes snapped to meet hers. “You talk to Niall?” Like regularly? Casually?

He was so going to fire him.

“Yes,” she smiled and then laughed to herself, a private joke Harry wasn't privy to.

“What?”

“It’s nothing. Niall’s just funny.”

Harry was going to kill him. Then fire him.

“Oh?”

“He just he tells me he’s going to marry me if I keep making such good food for him to eat.”

So fired.

“Speaking of,” she continued while Harry let that linger in silence. “Little miss needs to eat,” she said. “I can do it if you want—”

“Thank you,” he was sincerely appreciative. “But I have it covered,” he smiled. “You can take the rest of the afternoon to yourself if you’d like.”

She smiled. “That would be great. I just have a few more things to do but I’ve been dying to go to the bookstore. They’re having a sale on all paperbacks,” her eyes glowed.

Harry smiled. “Sounds lovely.”

“Just shout if you need something.”

Harry went to the kitchen, took the bottle that was warmed and ready on the counter (she must have just put it out while she was vacuuming nearby).

You cannot flirt with my nanny. He texted Niall while Cece drank from her bottle.

Someone should, Harry. By all means YOU should. But I’ll handle it if you cannot.

Harry scowled and threw his phone aside at the pretty fall throw pillows. “Sorry m’gonna kill Uncle Niall, Cece,” he told her. “But he’s stupid.”

*

Harry often found himself defaulting to her and all her knowledge. She had a background in psychology, as that was what she studied in college—a concentration in child development. All of which he knew from her application. Harry was well educated, but he would never feign to have more knowledge that he didn’t have.

Which is why when Cece continued to fuss and fuss more than she had since she’d been born, Harry didn’t know what to do.

“Love?” He knocked on the door. It was two in the morning, and she was obviously well off the clock. Harry battled for several minutes trying to decide if it was worth it. He didn't want to bother her, but frankly, he was exhausted. But she answered anyway, hurriedly.

She was wearing a pair of leggings and a blue tank top. One that was thin and made Harry’s stomach ache with desire. Something lower ached with desire too. But fortunately, he had enough foresight to put on a pair of sweats before waking her. She rubbed her eye looking like a toddler coming to their parents’ bedroom. Her hair tie had fallen from her braid letting the strands fall haphazardly out of the twist.

He thought about kissing her. God he shouldn’t have allowed himself to be alone in the middle of the night with her.

Gratefully, Cece called out. Reminding him of why he had woken her up in the first place.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you check on her? She’s so fussy. I don’t know if m’doing something wrong?” It killed him that the baby was fussing. He hated to wake her almost as much. However, she didn’t even bat an eye to it and hurried to Cece’s room. “I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“Don’t be,” she yawned. “I was... actually reading,” she smiled. “I shouldn’t be, but I can’t put the book down.”

How was that so hot sounding? It shouldn’t have been. He had watched her read on the couch a hundred times. But it was hot. So hot he was glad there was an extra layer to hide how it made him feel.

Harry was glad he was going away for the weekend. He needed to clear his head of the pretty girl that was invading his every thought when he had no right to think of her that way. “Oh yeah, Miss Cece just wants to party, huh, sweet girl?” She smiled and pulled her from the crib and hummed. “Daddy has to work early tomorrow, Cece. can have our own party tomorrow, okay? But Daddy’s got to sleep,” she whispered. “I know you’re a party girl,” she cooed. “But you can’t party when you’re sleepy,” she reminded her.

Harry was not thinking of it like that but the way she said Daddy (twice) made his chest ache with something he wasn’t used to feeling. It probably didn’t help that her tank top did little to hide two hardened, protruding bumps on her chest that made Harry want to lick his lips (and her). He was going to turn the heat up before bed because it must have been chilly.

Harry tried to keep his gaze PG, but she was so pretty, he was thanking himself for the moment of clarity he had that made him put on pants because he wouldn’t be able to hide the way he felt about seeing her sleepy and beautiful.

Fuck Niall and his stupid observations. He is so fired when I get back from my trip.

After a few more hums and coos, Cece fell back to sleep. She kissed her hair and gently laid her back in the crib. “She’s almost four months, of course—she might be hitting a little sleep regression. It’s perfectly normal. I’ll do some research and see what I can do to help alleviate—”

“Thank you,” he felt exhausted. Sleep deprived and sad about leaving—even if it was just for the weekend. “Seriously. Thank you.”

She smiled. “Of course, Harry. That’s what I’m here for. Probably a good time to stop my book too,” she reached out and squeezed his arm. “Get some sleep. I’ll have breakfast in the morning before you fly out,” she promised.

“I didn't mean t'interrupt your book,” he said softly. “Y'don’t have t'get up earlier, she can lay in bed for a bit,” he offered.

“Oh no, it’s fine. I’ll just nap when she naps,” she shrugged. "Cece will want to see you before you leave," she smiled so effortlessly. Like Cece would really know if he was gone. But the way she said it made him believe it. She squeezed Harry's forearm. “Goodnight, Harry,” she said sweetly.

*

Harry was staring at Cece like she was going to disappear while he fed her. She gently pushed the cup of tea she made him (with three sugars) in front of him. “I haven’t left her once for this long,” Harry reminded her.

“I know,” she frowned. “She’ll be fine,” she assured him.

“I know.”

“Really, Harry. I won’t let anything happen to her. I love her beyond belief,” she promised.

But Harry felt something creep into his stomach. Something that felt like an overwhelming urge to kiss her. A way that had him aching to make Cece a sibling and he thought that maybe he could shift the real estate in his heart that was reserved for his company and open it for someone else. He shook his head as if a bug had flown in his eye. Ridding himself of the unrealistic thought that was wriggling it's way into ever inch of his mind.

No, he didn’t love her.

That would be ridiculous.

It took her two weeks to figure out what Harry liked to eat for breakfast most. As stubborn as Harry was, she was more so. Every day she made something new: omelets, waffles, French toast, everything he could think of, she tried. But when she told him she was going to make crepes, he stopped her and told her: just scrambled eggs and toast.

So, she made him scrambled eggs, toast, and sliced up some avocado on the side. “Thank you, love. Y'really didn’t need to.”

“I have it on good authority you rarely eat until like two in the afternoon if I don’t feed you,” she smiled. “Happy to help,” she promised. Because that’s what she did. Helped and helped and helped.

“Why don’t y’tell your friend m’going t’fire him if y’don’t stop talking t’him.”

She laughed and Harry enjoyed the sound more than he thought possible. “Niall?! Shouldn’t you fire me?”

He shook his head. “No way, love. You’re the best there is for Cece, you’re stuck here,” he smirked. Her heart fluttered and she realized she hadn’t spoken as Harry glanced at her. He cleared his throat. “I mean... as long as you like it here,” he attempted to recover (poorly).

“I love it here,” she nodded excitedly. That beautiful smile that Harry had honed in on during her interview spread across her beautiful face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you,” he smiled. Genuinely.

It took every ounce of Harry’s shaky control to keep himself from saying he would miss her too, while he was gone. Maybe as much as he would miss Cece.

*

It was only a two-night stay. But the first night was hardest. He called as soon as his last meeting finished. He watched her play with Cece through the video call. When her phone died, it took five minutes for her to get rebooted. She grabbed her laptop to continue the call and set it up on the floor for Harry to see Cece during her tummy time.

Cece didn’t seem to notice much that Harry was on the computer screen. In fact, she didn’t pay much attention to either of them while they chatted at all. Even when Cece fell asleep, he found himself asking her all kinds of questions about school and work. How she decided to become a nanny and the like. He asked about her family and if she missed them. Her family was still hours and hours away from her, so he was confused as to why she wouldn’t move with the previous family she nannied for.

“Truthfully?” She sighed. “I love this coast so much,” she smiled fondly. “I grew up here and I went to school here. I loved my nanny family, but there’s just something about it here,” she explained. “My family kind of... they don't..." she sighed. "They don't visit much and I think they would come up to visit even less if I lived across the country. I adore my family. They mean so much to me. It would have been hard to be even further away from them.”

Harry wanted to hold her and never let go. This woman loved hard. Harder than anyone he knew.

Eventually, when it was so much later than it should have been to be chatting on the phone with someone he was employing to take care of his daughter, without talking about said daughter, Harry said goodnight and got ready for bed. As he brushed his teeth, he opened his text messages.

Niall...

Yes, Harry? It’s eleven and I’m in bed.

... she’s perfect.

Who Cece?

...

No shit, Harry. You’re an idiot.

When Harry closed his eyes, he couldn’t help but think of her.

*

When Harry returned home, he rushed through the door, dropping his bags and hurrying to the living room. Harry was on the floor beside the coffee table where he showered Cece in kisses all over her little face. The only pause he had was looking at the lovely girl giggling on the couch at their reunion. “Ugh, Cece, you’re making me jealous! I wish someone would be that happy to see me when they get home,” she giggled.

But Harry couldn’t let her think that for a moment longer. He crossed the room, pulled the book from her hands and straddled her, locking her in place. He cupped her face before she could question anything and kissed her. Kissed her long and hard. Eventually he nestled his hips between her thighs. “I like you so much. I’m so happy t’see you when I get home,” he groaned peppering her face and skin with more kisses. “I trust you with everything. You have my whole world most of the day. And... when I get home m’so happy t'see Cece. But love, m’thrilled t'see you as well”

“Harry,” she whispered. “She’s right there."

“She's not looking,” his voice was husky as he pulled on the neck of the blue tank top that stared in all his dreams. He tugged it down her chest a bit hoping to see those pretty, hardened—

The phone call waking him up for the day put him nearly in a cold sweat. “Ugh,” he moaned reaching blindly for the nightstand for the phone. He pulled the phone to his ear. “Hello?” He grumbled.

“Hello, Mr. Styles this is your wake-up cal—”

He smacked the phone back into the receiver and begged for the dream to come back before it went away. What was underneath that tank top? He glanced at the clock. If he fucked his hand, he wouldn’t have time to shave. That wasn’t very business owner of him. Or maybe it was. He was CEO, the meetings wouldn’t start without him.

“Fuck it,” he muttered and wrapped his hand around his hard dick. Maybe he shouldn’t have, but he pretended he knew what was hiding beneath the thin tank top of the woman who lived in his house.

*

The weather fucked him royally. He was supposed to be home that evening. Supposed to be eating dinner with his little baby and the pretty nanny. It felt completely unfair that the weather had made it so he would be stuck in a stupid airport, and he would have to go directly to work in the morning.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she promised. “Maybe you can take the day off later in the week,” she suggested. “Actually... I was going to ask you if it was possible for you to do that anyway, so maybe this works out. Or maybe your mom—” He knew she was trying to distract him. Which he was grateful for but he was still so frustrated.

"What do y'need?" He asked, his voice stiff. He didn't mean for it to be. He was just upset.

She cleared her throat. “I just have some appointments I’ve been rescheduling over and over trying to find a day that's best for them. I don’t want to make you take the day off, but I know you’ve been nervous about your trip. I’ve been waiting—”

“Of course,” he said hurriedly. “Which day?”

“Wednesday, if possible. If not I can reschedule again.”

“Sure,” he’d take the whole week off if she asked. Cece time and helping the perfect angel? She didn’t need to say anything else.

“Thank you, Harry," the gratitude in her voice made him ache.

“You’ve worked nonstop for almost two months, love. Y’do more than I ever expected. S’least I could do. Plus, staying home with m’daughter isn’t a bad thing.”

She smiled. “She misses you,” she promised. Harry was pretty sure Cece wouldn’t know if he was away or not; work or overnight stay irrelevant. But it was nice she was saying it for his benefit. “She does, I swear,” she continued, somehow understanding his silence. “Especially at bedtime and when she wakes up. Little Miss doesn’t sleep well without you here,” she cooed. Harry imagined her holding the baby on his couch looking utterly comfortable and natural.

“Well tell her I miss her, love her, and kiss her for me too.”

She pressed a bunch of kisses to her skin loud enough for Harry to hear and that soft little giggle as well. Harry smiled, feeling marginally better about his cancelled flight. “See you tomorrow, love.”

“Can you say, bye bye Daddy,” she whispered. “Come on you can do it,” she encouraged. It was much too early and of course she knew that, but Harry loved that she tried anyway.

He wanted to tell Cece to give her a kiss from him as well.

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Score And Smash.

College!Harry and Y/N.

Summary: in which their university holds an annual boy vs girl football match, the highly anticipated game of the year has arrived and Harry and Y/N hate each other just as equally until Y/N is under Harry.

Warnings: sarcastic comments, cursing, smut — includes choking, spanking, dirty talk, rough sex, hair pulling, kinda public sex? & Harry being a typical dickhead frat boy who thinks he’s the shit on the football pitch.

Word count: 6.3K.

A/N: grab a snack, it’s a long one filled with obvious flirting and rough sexy time.

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Harry Styles.

Even hearing his name makes Y/N’s body fill with rage, the desire to strangle the curly haired fucker daily is growing stronger and stronger. The way he prances about campus, fleets of women and men throwing themselves at him, wanting a night with the man who’s classed as the campus hot shot — Y/N just thinks he’s a dick head who needs to be humbled.

And when she decided he needed to be humbled, she didn’t expect to end up in his bed at midnight staring at his ceiling after he fucked her into oblivion — she isn’t proud of it, but she doesn’t regret it either, he’s got moves on and off the pitch. In her defence, he riled her up on the corridors when she was walking from the laundry room to her dorm, arms holding her basket as he stood at the doorframe whistling after her, cat calling her and asking her to do his laundry.

She did retaliate, she did walk up and give him a shove and a few harsh kicks to his kneecaps which didn’t even move him but she doesn’t know how she got from kicking his knees to riding his thigh in the space of a few minutes, her laundry basket sprawled out on his floor, her panties and clothes all a wreck over being tossed about when she threw the basket, him picking her up and slamming her into the closed door. She tried her best to make sure he knew she hated him, called him a dickhead while he ate her out, and even nipped at his dick once when he got too cocky — turns out the bastard just soaked that all up and was loving it.

The man is like a sorcerer, he magics your clothes off, she’s fully convinced of this. He looks at you and it’s like his eyes hypnotise you, his words like a drug, you just want to hear more and more of those smart comments come out of his mouth in that panty dropping British accent. She knew she was fucked the second his hand brushed off her arm while teasing her with her freshly cleaned panties from her basket, she ripped them from his hand and then he ripped a pair from her bare body.

“Y’look creepy doing that, blink or something” he mumbles beside her, the pair of them laid side by side, blankets over their bare bodies as they both just stare at the ceiling, processing what exactly just happened between them, and how the hell they got to this stage.

“You looked creepy manhandling my panties in the fucking hallway, get a slap of a bus or something” she fires back, his chuckle loud as they don’t take their eyes off the ceiling, the atmosphere is awkward but somehow not awkward enough for her to get up and run from his dorm.

“Weren’t complaining when I was manhandling you on my bed, asked me to do it harder actually” he says cheekily, the smugness evident in his voice as she rolls her eyes, blinking for what feels like the first time in nearly ten minutes.

“I hate you” she says back, her eyes looking over at the window, the curtains swaying due to the window being cracked open over how stuffy the room was halfway through their romp, she made a bare ass Harry walk toward the window and open it, of course he had no problem, he would plaster his nudes on the University’s website and news board if he could.

“So you’ve said, about a thousand times tonight, although I’m pretty sure I heard a Harry! You’re so big! Coming out of your mouth when I was pounding you into this very mattress right here” he says mocking her, his words earning him a slap over the covers onto his dick and a kick to his leg from Y/N who groans annoyingly.

“Absolutely not, those words would never leave my mouth — I’m pretty sure I heard you call your own dick big, cocky bastard” she grumbles taking the covers off herself, pulling his other sheet over her bare body as she begins walking around his room to retrieve whatever clothing wasn’t ripped off her body into shreds.

“Probably did not going to lie, how could I not? I’m packing a monster under here babe” he says sighing happily, propping his head up on his arms behind him, eyes watching as she rolls her eyes grabbing her shorts and t shirt, deciding to not even try and salvage her torn bra and panties.

“Leave em here, I’ll get good use out of em” he says nodding towards the torn underwear in her hands, she’s now dressed as she looks at him with disgust.

“How many other pairs of underwear do you have as cum rags? Probably enough to impregnate the entire world” she huffs, bending down to throw all her clean laundry that was spilled from her basket, placing her torn up underwear on top.

“That’s not how that works, but whatever that pretty head of yours wants to believe, love” he says teasingly as she picks her basket up, looking at the smug curly head man in his bed, dimples on his cheeks as he smiles to himself and her, looking at her like he knows he fucked her good — he did, she just don’t tell him that.

“I’m leaving now, if I don’t I’ll either vomit from your words or I’ll strangle you with your weird cum rags you have stashed somewhere here” she says gesturing around the room, basket on her hip under one arm as Harry bellows out a laugh.

“Who do you think I am?! Hugh Hefner?” He says mocking offence, her eyes rolling as she heads for his door, placing her hand on the handle before turning around to him again.

“Something tells me you’re not far off, goodnight dickhead” she says flipping him off, slamming the door behind her before he could even speak again and magically have her in his bed.

Their first encounter happened over a month ago, the pair never making eye contact after it, passing one another on campus and only looking at the other person when they’ve already exited their eye shot. It was a weird dynamic, in person on campus they acted like they didn’t know who the other was, but when Y/N would knock on his dorm room door and he’d open it with a smile knowing exactly what she was there for, they acted like they needed one another to survive. It’s not that Y/N wants a relationship with him, because he’s probably already in one with himself and himself only, but she thought maybe he’d throw her an odd wink to rile her up and get a rise from her, but he doesn’t do anything.

“So you’re like fuck buddies?” Niall whispers to her, a book covering the side of his face as he talks to her sat across from him, her own face shielded by the other side of the book away from the nosy librarian who seems to want to know everyone’s news.

“Niall, I told you to never speak of it again” she sighs whispering to him, her eyes narrow at the brunette as he smiles, wiggling his eyebrows at how she’s reacting to him bringing up Harry.

“And that’s where you went wrong, I’m definitely going to speak about it if you tell me not to, common sense” he says as she rolls her eyes, slamming her own book shut and leaning more over the table to speak to him.

“Fuck buddies, hate fuckers, personal sex toys, whatever we are, I don’t want it to go any further — I still cringe to myself at night when I come back from his dorm, it’s like I’m betraying myself” she says with a slight shiver, not knowing why she’s drawn to Harry is killing her, like she hates him for fucks sake! Why does she always end up at his dorm in skimpy shorts and a tank top basically begging to get laid? It’s not like her at all.

“He’s your personal stress reliever, I have one of my own” he says smugly, literally patting himself on the back as she looks at him, disgust on her face but before she could reply another body is sliding beside them, their books thudding down on the table with a bang earning them all a warning glare from the librarian.

“New I’d find you fuckers here, what are we chatting about then?” Louis says happily, leaning into the small book fort Niall created, walling them off from the people passing as they all huddle around one another.

“Niall is being nosy”

“And Y/N is fucking Campus Cum shot”

Louis looks at Niall and then towards Y/N who’s slapping him with a glare and a hushed string of curse words and what sounds like her threatening to burn down his dorm and then dance on his grave. Niall looks pleased with himself, wiggling his eyebrows riling her up more as she buries her head in her hands.

“No fucking way, Hugh Hefner wannabe? Get in mate, heard he’s a hard one to persuade into the sack” Louis says holding up his palm, looking at her as she rolls her eyes denying him a high five to which he slaps his other palm off it, sighing as he does so.

“If either one of you mentions it to anyone, I will find you both and I will use each of your limbs to slap the other one mid torture” she says glaring at them both, their eyes wide as she threatens them in a whisper.

“I’m cancelling your Netflix subscription, something tells me you should not be watching serial killer documentaries in your spare time” Louis says as Niall nods agreeing, the two sharing a look of fear before Y/N shakes her head with a small laugh, slapping them both.

“What are you two getting up to then?” She asks turning the attention off herself, whispering lowly as they both look at her.

“We were advised by our captain, Mr Cumshot, fo think up of ways to take your team down next Friday” Niall says confidently, looking at her with a raised eyebrow as she scoffs.

“Yeah right, good luck trying to take us down, I have my team training nearly every day — even have a whiteboard with tactics wrote up” she says smugly gathering up all of her things and tossing them into her bag quietly.

“Well, we have a, a - uhm a - Louis! Help!” Niall whispers slapping Louis who looks like he wasn’t listening, turning to look at Niall confused before speaking up.

“A dick head of a captain?” He answers unsurely, Y/N laughing and shaking her head as she throws her bag strap over her shoulder, standing up from her chair.

“You’re all going down. Later, fuckers!” She says flipping them off as she makes her way towards the door of the library, the librarian glaring at her over her previous action but she isn’t phased, she keeps walking.

“We’re fucked” Niall whispers to Louis who’s shaking his head with a tight lipped smile.

“No fucking way! You’re fucking Styles?!” Eve shouts looking at Y/N with wide eyes and a smile of disbelief, earning her a harsh grab and pull into the bathrooms, Y/N immediately looking at her with a glare as she kicks open all the stall doors to make sure no one else is in there.

“Yes! Now you need to keep quiet! I don’t want the whole campus knowing I’ve fallen into his weird sexy British trap thing” she says sighing at herself, resting her hands on the sink as she faces Eve who’s still in disbelief looking at her best friend.

“So is it like, fuck buddies? Friends with benefits? Besties who bump bits?” She asks more interested in the story now as Y/N looks at her with a small laugh before speaking up again, their voices low and their ears on red alert in case anyone barges in.

“It’s a weird dynamic, I’ve no clue what it is nor do I want to know or ask what it is — I’m ashamed of myself for doing it, but I just can’t stop” she says groaning, her eyes shutting as she mentally curses herself for letting herself fall into his bed, the same bed half of campus has slept in.

“Hey, you just want some relief, I get that — I have a stress reliever of my own” she says smugly, looking at her best friend with a wink as Y/N groans already knowing who it is, it’s just her luck that both of her best friends are fucking, but they never come out and say it around one another.

“Don’t need any more details on that one Eve, let’s just get to our last lecture before I actually slap my head off the wall” Y/N groans walking towards the door, Eve beside her in her ear asking many questions about what sleeping with Harry is like, she guessed it would happen.

Their last lecture goes by painfully slow, Eve beside Y/N texting her and asking her all the details about what Harry likes in bed to what position he looks best in and if he has any weird kinks he’s asking her to explore. She tells her the bare amount of course, not wanting to tell anyone her sex life especially with the person she hates most — but Eve is nosy, but she’d also replay this information back to Niall who’s equally as nosy as she is, their a match in her eyes but the pair just don’t grow some balls and do anything about it.

They’re all at training now, the girls team are always on first to train which means the boys team is always on the bleachers gawking at them all as they run around in their jerseys and shorts, trying to ignore the whistles and shouts from the horny teenagers. Of course Harry is amongst that group, he tends to sit in the middle of them as they surround him like he’s some God, but he never shouts or whistles, he quietly observes which is even more distracting in Y/N’s mind because she can feel his eyes burning into her body every time she moves.

“He’s totally checking you out, basically eye fucking you” Eve says as they all take a water break, the fifteen girls all standing about sipping on water trying to ignore the calls of their names from the boys who act like twelve year olds at a school dance, trying to get a girl to dance with them.

“I can feel him looking at me, makes me want to gouge out his fucking eyes” she says quietly, turning her head over her shoulder to see Harry observing her, his eyes trained on her as the rest of his team talk me laugh around him. He sends her a small smile and a wink before looking up at one of the boys who taps his shoulder.

“God, you just want to fuck him right then and there don’t ya? He’s like some sex wizard” Eve says drooling over the man, her eyes trained on him which earns her a slap from Y/N who’s scolding her for staring too long — she knows Harry will bring this up the next time she sees him.

“Alright ladies! Back in positions! Boys! Sodd off with the gawking or I’m going to have to start dishing out complaints to HR!” their coach shouts, her voice loud as she blows a whistle sternly telling the boys off — they all gawk over her also, she’s a young fit woman who isn’t awful to look at, of course they drool over her, even the girls do sometimes when she isn’t looking.

The boys scamper off, shouting their goodbyes and more whistles as they head back inside to their locker room, leaving the women alone on the pitch to actually train without having prying eyes glued to their asses and tits while they ran — it’s disgusting Y/N thinks. They carry out their normal training sessions that they do normally, but they add on an extra twenty minutes to make sure they’re all in shape and set to play the annual Boys vs Girls football match on Friday, it’s a match that everyone waits for all year round, banners hung up and polls being made along with bets to see who would win — it’s the one day of the year all college students look forward to.

It’s Thursday night, Y/N was planning on heading to the campus gym and getting in a late night work out session before the big fans tomorrow, but of course on her way down the corridor, she was met with someone who had the same idea as her, but now they’re both exercising together — but not in the way they planned on.

“You’re such a bastard, I wanted to have a work out session and you just had to walk out didn’t you” she says breathlessly, her mouth hovering over his as he looks at her with a slight smile, their mouths hung open in pleasure as she rides him fast and hard, his hands digging into her hips as she keeps a hold of his curls in her hands tightly.

“Why you complaining love? M’cock not enough for you? Need to have something bigger to get those legs working?” He teases, watching as she shuts her eyes, letting out a small moan as he guides her hips down onto his cock repeatedly, their moans in the air and their bodies covered in sweat.

“There’s so much more cocks out there Harry, don’t flatter yourself” she moans out dipping her head down to latch onto his neck, kissing and licking the skin as he lets out animalistic moans at the way she feels and the way she talks down to him, her comments sending his head into a frenzy and his hips to buck up into her.

“You sure about that? Because that filthy mouth of yours is saying one thing, but your pussy is saying another babe” he says cockily, feeling the way she clenches around him when he begins to thrust up to meet her hips, his hand reeling back and spanking her ass as she whines into his neck, pulling his hair with one hand and clawing at his back with the other.

“I’m fucking myself on your cock to get myself off, I couldn’t give less of a shit if you came or not at the end of this” she spits into his ear, her words low and her breath heavy a she smiles cockily at his reaction, small whines leaving his lips and his head throwing back against the headboard at the sound of her words.

“Fuck love, absolutely adore it when you talk like that to me. Go on heartbreaker, fuck me like you hate me”

It’s Friday.

The day everyone has been waiting for. The whole campus is decked out in blue and purple decorations, stands set up taking bets and they even hired an ice cream van to hand out purple and blue ice creams, everyone wearing blue and purple shirts all day in their lectures for preparation for the big game. The art students even making banners to hand out to the spectators and also hanging up all around the campus. The place is buzzing and ready for what’s about to go down.

Y/N and her team are nervous but pumped up, sipping on energy drinks and they all help one another do some warm up stretches and some even helping one another braid their hairs and they all wear purple headbands they bought online, a team tradition for every game — they get new ones every game. The atmosphere is calm but electric at the same time. Y/N gave her big speech and this pumped them up more, even leading to a small team chant and a little dance as they all prepare for the game.

They’re ready to kick ass.

“Go on the lads! Go on the lads!” The boys chant in their locker room, filled with boys pounding energy drinks and slapping one another to get the blood pumping and energy even higher than it is.

Harry is their captain, hyping up his team as they all cheer him on when he gives his big speech, a speech that a king would give, standing up on the bench as he looked down at them all cheering him on like he was their leader. Louis and Niall are amongst them all, they hate Harry but they can’t deny, he can hype up a team like no other before a game, he gives you goosebumps with his speech and loud cheer he lets out, all of them nearly sounding like a wolf pack as they hype themselves up.

They then resort to blasting a speaker with music, their bodies dancing around and slapping one another on the back shouting words of encouragement over the music and energy drinks being sipped as they dance. It’s safe to say, the boys locker room is ten times louder to the girls locker room.

“Hear anything?” Eve asks Y/N who’s holding a glass up to the wall, ear plastered to the other side trying to hear through the walls for the boys speaking about any tactics they’ve missed, the rest of the girls silent as they all watch her.

“Sounds like someone won the lottery or they’re all just sucking one another’s asses and singing each other to orgasms” she says with a sigh, letting the glass sit back down on the bench as she sits down beside Eve.

She calls them all in for a huddle when their coach shouts in that they’re out on the field in two minutes. All the girls hugging onto one another as they all wish one another luck.

“Alright ladies, time to kick some ass!”

The boys are the first ones introduced out, the eleven of them all pouring out from the underground tunnel, running out onto the pitch, jumping around as the crowd screams for them, everyone dressed in blue shirts cheering them on as they boost their egos more, blue smoke cannons being shot off when they make their appearance, the girls watching from their tunnel with rolled eyes. Some of the boys showing off their muscles to the ladies who are supporting purple but love the attention from the boys anyway.

The girls are introduced a minute later. They walk out calm collected and in formation, Y/N first as they all follow behind her in a crowd, purple smoke cannons being let off into the dark sky but they’re illuminated by the flood lights as the crowd screams for the girls, their game faces on as they walk past the boys, not looking at them as they keep their heads up and eyes straight making their way to the other side of the pitch, and of course, the boys are whistling and shouting down to them.

The game soon starts, the referee calling up the captains to fight for ball in the kick off. Harry and Y/N stride up to the ball confidently, one on either side as they stand close together, Y/N facing his team as he faces hers, their hands almost touching as they wait for the whistle to blow.

“Good luck heartbreaker”

“Go fuck yourself Hefner”

They both share a glance at one another before the whistle blows, the pair immediately diving in for the ball, Y/N swiping her leg under Harrys snagging the ball as she kicks it towards her team mate who was already half way down the pitch towards the goal, the boys jumping into action as they all head for the ball, clashing shoulders and shouts of threats heard all around the pitch.

The girls score the first goal, a small celebratory dance seen on the pitch as they all shout in happiness, flipping off the boys who just roll their eyes and laugh, promising them that it won’t be as easy from now on. It’s war at this point. The game plays out, the girls kicking in goals left right and centre, small fights and tackles happening as Y/N and Harry always end up in a tackle somehow or a verbal fight, the vein popping out of Harry’s neck as he shouts at her while she just laughs in his face riling him up more. It’s war on the pitch, girls tackling boys and boys tripping them up and head bumping balls up above their heads and whistling that throws them off sometimes, especially when they walk up to take a penalty.

They’re now in the last few minutes of the game, the boys in the lead with three goals, the girls angry and frustrated as the boys dance around the pitch to rile them up even more. There’s only two minutes left, and Y/N is determined to win by one or tie. She nods to the girls and shouts for them all to get into formation, the boys looking at them weirdly as they kick the ball down the pitch towards one another.

When Niall is on the ball, kicking down towards Harry who’s stood near the goal shouting at him to pass the ball. Eve is stood by Niall, smile on her face and with a shout from Y/N she’s lifting up her jersey and flashing Niall her bra, making Niall fall over the ball, letting it roll towards Y/N who’s heading for Harry and the goal, Harry immediately sprinting towards her as she smiles, kicking the ball beside her to another girl who head bumps the ball straight into the back of the goal.

The boys are furious over what Eve did, the referee not listening as the game plays out still, both teams fired up now, distractions left right and centre. She looks up at the scoreboard, there’s thirty seconds left, and they need one goal to win, no way the boys could score two goals in thirty seconds to match them. She’s determined as they all stand in formation and the ball is passed around to each one of them, head bumps and kicks all around as the boys try to keep up with them all, some girls dancing in front of them as the boys groan and try to get the girls called out of the game.

The crowd goes wild, the girls cheering and hugging one another when the final whistle blows, the boys hanging their heads in defeat as the girls lift Y/N up in the air, parading her around as she cheers and waves to everyone in the crowd wearing purple, the smoke cannons being let off again and some paper steamers being exploded into the air also as the girls celebrate while the boys shout at the referee about all the distractions the girls made, but it’s dismissed as it’s not a season game it’s only a once off game which makes the boys furious as they watch the girls celebrate their win.

Y/N looks at Harry from where she’s stood on the pitch, holding the trophy as the team stand for photos of the whole team, the school photography in front of them lining them all up. He stands at the other side of the pitch, looking at her with a smile and a wink before disappearing off into the boys locker room with the rest of his team. After photos are taken and the girls are finished organising after parties in the locker room, Y/N is left alone, throwing all the used jerseys into the laundry bag to be sent for washing — it’s the captain’s responsibility to clean up after every game, make sure all the jerseys are in for cleaning and that everyone leaves before they do. She huffs when she places the last jersey in the bag, tying it up and throwing it by the door, she’s left in only her shorts and sports bra as she walks around, her sock clad feet barely audible on the floor.

“Good game Heartbreaker, had some good but questionable tactics in place” she hears his voice from the doorway behind her, she rolls her eyes not bothering to turn around as she grabs her towel from her sports bag.

“What are you doing here Hefner? Shouldn’t you be upside down on a keg somewhere?” She asks looking at him with a glare, heading for the showers with her towel in hand. She hears him follow her, only in his socks and shorts as she sighs throwing her towel up on a rack.

“Captains duties to stay after and clean up, you should know that” he says smartly, earning him a curtain being closed in his face as she stands in the shower cubicle, stripping off her clothes and throwing them over the stall as he stands outside watching it all.

“Captains also lead their team to a win, and I don’t see you holding up a trophy” she fired back before turning on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the tray loud as Harry laughs outside of it, steam starting to slowly fill the room as he looks around.

“I prefer my team to win an actual game, not some one off game” he says as she rolls her eyes from inside the cubicle, hands running through her hair as she reaches for her shampoo bottle.

“Looking for this?” Harry asks, she turns and opens her eyes to see him stood behind a half opened curtain, her pink shampoo bottle in his hand smiling cockily as she doesn’t bother covering herself up in front of him.

“Give me the bottle Harry” she says sternly, reaching for it but he pulls it away shaking his head, opening the curtain more and standing in a little.

“Come get it heartbreaker” he whispers and with that, she’s jumping on him, mouth on his as the bottle crashes to the floor and she’s pulling Harry in further and under the water, his feet free of socks but his shorts are still on.

She’s tugging him by the hair when he spins them around and pins her up against the wall, their bodies dripping with water as her legs wrap around his waist, his hands holding her thighs as they kiss messily, teeth clashing and tongues tangling in a hate filled kiss, their bodies grabbing at one another as they desperately touch one another like they’ve never touched anyone in their lives, like they’re touch starved, yet they only did this last night.

“Still hate me heartbreaker? Still hate me after I fuck you senseless for nearly two months straight?” He asks kissing down her neck, his voice rumbling in his chest and sending shivers through her whole body. She desperately squeezes her thighs around his hips and tangles her fingers in his hair pushing his head more into her skin.

“Hate you even more now, if that’s even fucking possible, like a walking headache Hefner” she replies back with pants in between words when he begins sucking and marking her skin up, his lips leaving a burning trail on her skin as he kisses down to her breasts, sucking harsh marks there before taking her nipple into his mouth.

“I swear to fuck, just get inside me already, I’ve no time for teasing” she says annoyed, watching as Harry smiles around her nipple before popping it out of her mouth and putting her down on her feet.

“You should know by now heartbreaker, I like to fuck people like I hate them, and I like them to fuck me like they hate me” he says in her ear when he spins her around, her palms sprawled out on the tiled wall and her back arched with her ass at the same height of his hips.

“Go on then Hefner, fuck me like you hate me, make me scream your name when I cum for once” she says riling him up, the last few words are what causes him to tear off his shorts quickly and slip into her, his leg kicking off his boxers as he begins to pound into her.

“Oh fuck!” She shouts out, her cheek pressed against the tiled wall, water pouring down on them as Harry shows no mercy in his thrusts, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as she moans and slams her palms against the wall when he hits her g spot.

“There we go, found your little spot did I?” He teases leaning over her, his back pressed against hers as his hips thrust fast and deep into her, his cock stretching her out as he nips and sucks on her earlobe, watching her as he moans himself at the feeling of her around him.

“Look at you, not so smart now when you’re full of cock huh? Dumb little baby can’t even say she hates me now, she’s fucking drunk on cock” he moans into her ear evilly, her eyes rolling back into her skull when he slaps her ass hard, leaving a mark behind as she works up all her strength to speak.

“Do you talk to your other sluts like that? Tell them they’re whores? Or is that just for me?” She says as Harry curses under his breath letting out a long drawn moan as she bounces back on his cock while he thrusts forward behind her.

“I’m usually nice, but since your such an ignorant brat, you likes to test my patience — I’ll treat you like the fucking whore you are, fuck your pussy raw like I know you want me to, feel down your gagging for my cock” he says deeply which makes her moan out, his smile wide as he gathers up her hair, pulling her up so his chest is on her back.

“Your cock is the only thing I like about you, only using you as my own sex toy. Do you like that? Do you like being my sex toy Harry?” She asks with her lip between her teeth, her smile wide as Harry pounds into her faster, pulling her hair as he moans into her ear.

“Oh fuck, yes, use me as your fucking sex toy baby. Can I use you as mine? Huh? Use all your holes to get myself off, leave you dripping with my cum?” He asks which sends her into a frenzy, her moans loud and her eyes shutting in pleasure, his hand letting her hair go and coming between her legs to rub on her clit when he feels her clenching.

“Use me Harry, fucking hell, use me. Fuck me raw and cum in me, please” she slightly begs which makes Harry smile, his lips on her cheek as he kisses the skin between moans, rubbing her clit and thrusting in her as she nearly buckles over in pleasure.

“Yeah? Need me to cum in you? Only whores love the person they hate to cum in them, and look at you, being a fucking whore and begging for my cum” he moans out as she grabs his hand that’s on her hip, bringing it up to her neck and he instantly wraps his fingers around her throat, choking her as he thrusts and his other hand rubs circles on her nerves.

“You’re the filthiest person I’ve been with Y/N, never could find someone who wanted to be as fucked as you by me. Now look at you, begging for me to cum in you, when only awhile ago you were telling me to fuck myself” he says delivering harsh thrusts into her which sends her over the edge, her legs shake as she lets go around him, his fingers quick on her clit helping her ride it out as she shouts out his name with a string of curse words.

“Still want my cum? Still want me to use you as a cum rag like I would of done with those panties if you left them behind?” He moans out, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he feels his release nearing.

“Go on Harry, cum in me, maybe I’ll let you do it again after this” she says moving her hips back on his cock to help him out, her hand reaching behind to tangle in his hair as he moans into her ear and breathes heavily down her neck.

“Fucking hell, m’cumming, fuck fuck fuck!” He shouts out, his mouth spilling curse words as he holds her tight against him, his hips still as he spills into her, loud moans from lips and his hands gripping her hips tightly as she leans back to connect their lips in a messy kiss.

They both calm down, their bodies drenched in water as they wash themselves in silence, taking it in turns to wash one another’s backs as they allow the water to soothe their aching muscles. Harry is the first to break the silence as he’s washing her back.

“Still hate me heartbreaker?” He asks with a smile, she smiles facing the wall as she relaxes into his touch as he slowly washes down her back.

“Eh, you’re alright Hefner”

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

The Magical Word of JKR

In this post, I want to point out all the inconsistencies of the world that JKR has created. Some of us had been worshiping her for so long. But JKR made mistakes, not only outside her world, but inside.

Owls for muggleborns. Sending a letter through an owl seems to be something common in The Wizarding World. But why do children with a muggle background need to go back in time and use them when they could use a phone? Why can't students use any muggle technology? I know wizards are anti muggle and magic does not allow these devices to function at Hogwarts, but why not?

Drunk portraits. How could portraits get drunk? Did artists paint vessels and digestive systems for them too? How can they bleed? They are portraits with voices and personality based on real people yeah. But they are not alive. They don’t bleed or get drunk.

The trace. Wizards under 17 aren’t supposed to do magic outside Hogwarts. But The Ministry doesn’t seem to control this by which wand did it. But by location. Since Dobby did magic in the Chamber of Secrets, and they blamed Harry for it. So, what happens with pureblood kids? They are allowed to use magic outside school because their families are supposed to, so they wouldn’t trace them. So it seems unfair for muggleborns not to be able to practice magic. Since they are the only members of their family that would do it.

Hogwarts being the only school. There is only one school in all Britain for magical people. Yet there seems to be very few students when there should be a lot. And it doesn’t make sense that Hogwarts is the only choice. Or Hogwarts, or homeschooling.

I don’t understand the population of Magical Folks. It seems little because most of the wizarding families are known. There are only 28 pureblood famous families. They even practise inbreeding, they are all related. But why is that, if the wizard gene is dominant? There are more half bloods and muggleborns than squibs. So the magical population should be as large as the muggle one, even more.

Hogwarts Houses are cool. But the way kids are sorted doesn’t make sense. They get sorted when they are eleven. Seems pretty young to me to form traits and criteria that might change as they grow. Also, let’s say 100 kids enter Hogwarts one year. They won’t be sorted equally 25/25/25/25. Because according to personalities and traits, there could be 60 Gryffindors and 10 Ravenclaws, and 4 Slyhterins, and 25 Hufflepuffs. What if one year, there are no Slytherins for example?

Also, sharing a dorm, common room and classes with people from your same house (same personality and traits) seems boring and unhealthy. Having friends with different personalities, traits and beliefs should help you grow and mature. Sometimes friendships are built between two opposite people. And separating houses, forces students to just hang out with people from their houses, not others.

Love potions. These are the wizarding equivalent of drugs. Think about it. Forcing someone to show love for you is very much like drugging someone and forcing them to do stuff against their will. Love potions can permit things like raping. Something that happened to Tom Sr. by Merope. It is horrible. Yet the wizarding world permits their selling and consumption without a problem. And what’s worse, they teach how to brew it in school to children! A potion like that shouldn’t be allowed or taught.

Azkaban being the only punishment. It seems whether you are a dangerous criminal like a mass murderer or just someone that stole something once, you get the same punishment. Azkaban. An inhumane place where dementors live, and make prisoners go insane, live their worst nightmares or suck their soul. Even characters who were under the imperius curse like Stanley Shunpike. Or even The Marauders would’ve gone to Azkaban if their animagus secret was discovered. No matter what your crime is, always the worst punishment: Azkaban.

Wizards hiding from muggles. The Statue of Secrecy in the Wizarding World seems to be important. But I may ask, how can wizards hide from muggles if they don’t know anything about them? Pureblood Wizards don’t have a clue how muggles live, behave, dress, talk. Not even Arthur Weasley who works in that Department. Yet they want to be unnoticed by muggles? For example, each time a wizard dresses like a muggle they do it wrong, using colorful clothes. Wouldn’t it be suspicious? Like even Vernon sees people in cloaks in book 1, celebrating. Also, if there are a lot of muggleborns, shouldn’t more muggles know about wizards?

It is totally inhumane to just obliviate muggles each time they see something. That spell should have some consequences in their brains. Like for example, Hermione’s parents must’ve had mayhem after their minds were modified.

Memories in pensieves are not supposed to be accurate. Memories are from our point of view. From the perspective of people who lived that memory. When Harry sees Snape’s memories or Bob Ogden’s memories, they seem to be clear. Harry can see Bob and Snape in those memories when they should be seen through their eyes, they are their memories. How could Snape remember himself, see himself. You get my point? Also, memories are subjective, not objective. We remember what impacted us the most, we forget about details we don’t care about. There are feelings involved.

Not having another education after Hogwarts. You graduate from Hogwarts at eighteen. Eighteen! And you're supposed to have figured out what you want to do for the rest of your life. Why aren’t there Wizard Universities? Wizards only have 7 years of education and that’s all. Nothing before, nothing after (unless you’re muggleborn). Seems that the wizard community doesn’t care about education that much. With only seven years of education, are you suddenly prepared for the rest of your life? I don’t think so.

Adding to the last point, wizards only teach about magic. What about math, wouldn’t they need it to count their money, or take care of their finances? What about English, spelling, grammar? Not every kid had the privilege to be homeschooled by their parents before. What about Sex Ed? I think it is important for teens that age to be careful with their sex lives.

Quidditch being the only sport in the wizarding world. Quidditch is cool, I get it. But it is not for everyone. Seems that if you want to be a sports person in the wizarding world, you only have that option. Either you like Quidditch or nothing.Shouldn’t there be other sports? In the muggle world we have tons: football, basquet, tennis, swimming, running, etc.

Love protection is not common. Lily sacrificed herself for Harry. She died for him and that love protection saved his life. Why is Harry the only one to experience it? Is it because of the prophecy? I mean Lily is not the only one who has sacrificed herself for love. Not in the story, not in History. Then why aren’t there more people with lighting scars walking around?

Why don’t wizards cure things with magic like eyesight? They have a potion that grows bones back. But they cannot cure Harry’s eyesight? And don’t say that it is because eyes are connected to the soul, that’s a lame excuse. In the muggle world, eyesight can be cured with surgery.

Hogwarts Express. Yeah, we all wanted to ride the train to Hogwarts. It is part of the experience right? But what if you live in Scotland already? Why bother traveling to London to King Cross Station to take a train if you already live there? It seems like a waste of time. Is there a provided transport for kids who live in Scotland? What about those who don't live in London? What if Scotland is nearer to them than King Cross?

Ghosts. They shouldn’t exist. It is not very well explained how you become a ghost. But it doesn’t make sense that they exist and yet many characters died and didn’t become one.

Discrimination against magical creatures. We know how magical creatures are seen in the Wizarding World. Discrimination exists. But the problem is that Jkr never does anything to fix this.Not with werewolves, not with half giants, surely not with house-elves. The only issue that the war solved was the discrimination against muggleborns.

And house-elves liking their slavery is problematic. It is saying that slavery is right as long as the victim accepts it. She created S.P.E.W and never properly addressed the issue.

The Forbidden Forest is dangerous, yet students have detention there. Dumbledore says at the beginning of each year that the Forest is out of bounds. So why would you send students to detention there, Dumbles? Also, building a school near a forest full of dangerous beasts: werewolves, acromantulas, centaurs, seems kind of risky for children. Not every child obeys the rules. Look at the Marauders spending every full moon there.

How did Hagrid come to be? Hagrid is half giant. Meaning that his father is human, his mother is a giant… Ehemm… Excuse me, but how do you have sex with a giant? That’s physically impossible. How does Hagrid exist?

Male veelas? We are only introduced to female veelas in the Wizarding World. Veelas are these beautiful women that men feel attracted to, they seem in trance by their beauty, and they are not responsible for their actions. It seems to me that JKR is saying that men should not be accountable for their actions when they see a pretty girl, because it is her fault? Pretty feminist, JKR. Also, veelas are dangerous creatures. How do humans procreate with them and have half veelas or a quarter of a veela? Are there male veelas too?

Teachers not having spouses or kids. It is a stupid stereotype that teachers are sad non social people, who are only teaching because they don’t have a choice. Like they are allowed to have social lives, date, get married and have children, right? Name one Hogwarts teacher who is married with kids. They all seem pretty single. And I get it, being single is not a bad thing. But all of them being single just because they are teachers in a boarding school? Just because it was convenient to the author? Only McGonagall married once, but her husband died a few years after.

Abusive teachers. Speaking of teachers, why would Hogwarts allow incompetent teachers that are abusive (Snape), and or are dangerous for kids. None DADA teacher had teaching experience before. And since there is no further education than Hogwarts, how do teachers get prepared for the job? Teaching is not about knowing a lot of stuff about the subject, but knowing how to treat children.

Muggle vs Wizard music. What is the difference between muggle and wizard music? I never understood that. Is it the fact that wizards play music with magic? If so, why would instruments exist? Why would they play instruments? If anyone can make a spell to produce music, then anyone can be a musician. The only difference that I find is that wizard music has wizard related lyrics. Which is a stupid difference. Wizards could write songs about muggles. Muggles could write songs about wizards.

Secret Keeper. The Fidelius Charm should be a spell to hide yourself from others if you are in danger. Period. There shouldn’t be such a thing as a secret keeper. Why? Why would someone else need to know the place you are hiding? James and Lily shouldn’t have trusted anyone with their location. Not even Sirius. Not even someone they trusted, because Sirius or anyone could’ve died and passed the secret to the others. Like, it doesn’t make any sense. And also, how could Bill and Arthur be their own secret keepers but not James and Lily?

Magical therapists. Healers seem to cure physical maladies or illness pretty fine, but what about mental health? And I am not talking about mental problems because of magic. Like Frank, Alice, Lockheart whose minds were affected by spells. I’m talking about mental illnesses such as depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, adhd, ptsd, trauma etc. Don’t tell me wizards don’t suffer that. What about Remus, Sirius, Harry? Who treats these things in the wizarding world?

Time Turner. Only exists for the plot. Otherwise it is useless, stupid and confusing. Time traveling confuses the mind. Also, we don’t exactly know how it works. Is it a domino effect? Do the things you do back in time affect the present? They should. Or does it create different timelines, like it is said in Cursed Child? Also, why not use time turners for important situations? For example, save important people from dying, go back to check events of a crime and see if they are true.

Veritaserum. Wizards have a truth potion and they won’t use it. They should use it on trials to take the truth out of criminals, to see if the accusants are innocent or not. They should’ve used it on each member of the Order to find out who the spy was. They should’ve used it to discover who was the Slytherin heir when the Chamber was opened. They should’ve used it on Harry when he came back from the Graveyard to prove Voldemort was back. Why would that shit exist anyway?

Incest families. Pureblood families, or at least some of them are supposed to practise inbreeding. But if you look at the Black Family Tree, the only Black-Black marriage is between Orion and Walburga. Just one. And even if this was the case, shouldn’t this inbreeding have consequences? I don’t know if it’s the magical gene or what but The Blacks and Malfoys seem pretty fine.

If you know more and you want to add them, feel free to do so. This is a critique to improve this word and fandom ourselves. Even JKR's world is cool and wonderful, it is full of flaws that we need to speak about.

[comfortwriting]

Maniac - G.W

George Weasley x Reader one shot/imagine inspired by the song ‘Maniac’ by Michael Sembello

About: George admires his crush (the reader) flourish as she discovers who she is and what she wants as she recovers from the toxic, abusive relationship she’s broken free from, her life takes a very interesting turn.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of physical and emotional abuse, partying.

This time last year you thought you found the love of life, despite all the warnings you collected from other girls in the above years - you ignored them and followed your heart. At first, he was kind, romantic, very chivalrous, especially in front of said friends and family; but behind closed doors he became a monster. 

George Weasley, your close friend fell for you the very moment he laid eyes on you. He too warned you about the guy you were seeing, but you didn’t want to believe it “he isn’t like that” you defended him.

Within months your relationship turned sour, you weren’t the same girl anymore, your lover - this monster - had complete control over you. He picked what you could and couldn’t wear, eat and study, he chose who you could and couldn’t be friends with and if you were to go against him you would turn up to class the next morning covered in bruises. The abuse got so bad you had to wear layers under your robes, you were never around for meal times and for lack of a better word, 

George felt like he was losing you.

He tried confronting your partner but there was little to no proof that he was the one responsible - after all, the monster pulled the wool over your eyes with his lies, he could do the same with everyone else and use magic if he felt at risk of exposure. 

You were failing all of your classes, losing friends, your hair dropping out, your weight plummeting but worst of all, George didn’t look at you the same anymore; his eyes usually flickered on like Christmas lights - but when he looked at you during the worst time of your life, his eyes didn’t light up, they screamed at you, begging to break free.

Exactly one year later you gathered all the courage you had stored inside of you and it burst out like a balloon filled with too much air, you weren’t afraid of him anymore, you weren’t afraid of anyone, you wouldn’t be controlled anymore not by him or anyone, you would be living YOUR life the way YOU want; no matter what other people have to say or think.

Returning to Hogwarts without the presence of the monster, everyone's jaws dropped but not as big as the boy who always longed for you; George.

The lights that went out of those beautiful eyes of his lit up for the first time in so long but now they were as bright as the moon on a dark and cold winters night, illuminating the sky.

Cat-walking through the great hall to join the first great feast everyone turned their heads following you.

Your hair now long, thick and silky reached your lower back swaying with every move. You weren’t withering away anymore, your cheeks now filled with colour and there wasn’t a bruise in sight on your body. You smirked at the lads gaping at your skirt length but you took the compliment - you finally realised your worth and you wanted to flaunt it. You were the dove in a room full of crows.

Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night Lookin' for the fight of her life In the real-time world no one sees her at all They all say she's crazy

“Where's y/n?” George asked a few familiar faces sat at the Gryffindor table.

“Don’t know” his friend Lee Jordan replied, smirking “she went out last night to Hogsmeade all dressed up, she’s probably still partying!”

“She’s mental that one” Ron chipped in, earning a glare from George.

Speaking of the devil you strolled up to the table sitting down next to George, he could smell the booze on your breath but didn’t say anything. 

“What's up guys?” you smiled brightly fighting sleep, drinking Harry’s pumpkin juice.

Fred gave George an amusing look “Where have you been all night?” he asked.

You had got yourself dolled up for a house party in Hogsmeade someone was throwing, you didn’t know who but you wanted to go wild and have fun after being unable to mutter a word to your friends or even step foot in that area for a year, you wanted to take the bull by its horns. 

George watched you, star struck by your presence. Your long hair tied up in a high but messy pony tail, your tight fitting velvet emerald dress (more than enough to impress the most uptight Slytherins) outlining the best your body before it’s length ended at your mid thigh. You put on crimson red lipstick and blushed, spotting George taking you in through his reflection the mirror. 

Arriving to the small house in Hogsmeade you shared drinks with the strangers, dancing and having a laugh playing the most ridiculous drinking games they learnt from Muggles at a pub in London. You crashed out on the sofa and awoke just before breakfast, you took off your high heels and ran as fast as you could to freshen yourself up before class. 

“I went out” you breathed out, wiping the pumpkin juice from your lips with your sleeve “thanks Harry!” you smiled at him, putting the glass down and running off to your first class. 

George sat there speechless, amazed at your transformation and happiness. 

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart Changing movement into light She has danced into the danger zone When the dancer becomes the dance

You took your new found freedom with you everywhere, you felt on top of the world and capable of anything. You were over achieving in all the classes you previously failed, causing Snape for the first time in his teaching career to award Gryffindor House points. 

When you weren’t in class or studying in the library being followed by a swarm of fan boys and girls, you were always in Hogsmeade; attending house parties or going to the pub with a group of eager college boys. 

George felt jealous of the attention you were giving these boys but he didn’t utter a word, no matter who you were with or what you were doing, as long as you were happy and safe that’s all that mattered to him.

You were upbeat and incredibly impulsive, professors often joking that if they poked you hard enough you would burst out into confetti stars. 

Fred and George took advantage of your new found energy when it came to pulling pranks and inventing items for their business, you had managed to upstage them and somehow even outdo them on a handful of pranks, George felt amazed that after all this time someone was so close to stealing his and Fred’s thunder.  

However, with all of this madness and adrenalin chasing you, strapped under your belt you started being followed by consequences. You were spinning out of control but you were happy, you were starting to get incredibly intoxicated on your freedom. 

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire On a wire between will and what will be

Minding your business on the Quidditch pitch watching George practice, sporting your blackeye from the night before you heard a familiar screech yell out from below. “There's that bitch who snogged your lad last night!”

You went to yet another house party, stupid on your part as it was a Sunday and you were itching towards your exams. You noticed that these so called ‘fan girls’ you gained had turned nasty, since your flourishing they weren’t able to get dates. 

You accidentally had everyone, both men and women wanting a piece of you; but a group of girls from Slytherin and Ravenclaw surprisingly fused together, vowing to bring you down.

You drank way too much with a college guy who had ginger hair, you thought it was George and you made a move on him - you believed he was single because that's what he told you; he lied.

His girlfriend, a Ravenclaw paid a girl in Slytherin to follow you, to see how you were able to gain such a following, she became furious when she realised no magic spell or potion had been used - people liked you for you.

Catching you kissing him gave her just what she needed to cause your fall from grace, storming into the pub she pulled you off him and punched you, you were too drunk and embarrassed to stand your ground then but now you were waiting.

“Oh fuck off will you!” You yelled down at them, you stood up from the stands and walked down, pushing past them. 

The group of girls followed you, the Ravenclaw getting closer grabbed you by your hood, smacking you around the head repeatedly. “Don’t you ever go near him again!” 

George could see the commotion and flew beside you and dismounting his broom “what the fuck is going on? Bore off!” he yelled at the girls, pulling you away from them.

“He told me he was single!” you screamed at her “and I thought he was someone else!”

“You dirty liar!” she screamed back, turning to George staring him down “she’s turned into what wrecked her in the first place, stay away from her!” 

She's a maniac, maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before

“I’m telling the truth George, I promise.” You sighed laying back on his bed, waving your wand in the air. 

George stared at you, your face now bruised more than the previous night. “I believe you but...” he sighed trying to find the best way to word what he wanted to say “you need to be careful, I don’t want you to keep getting hurt”

You closed your eyes trying to hide your tear filled eyes, the dorm rooms door swung open and Fred burst in excitedly “Y/N I need your help, wait until you see this!” 

Your mood instantly lifting you bolted up and jumped out of bed, following Fred. George stayed still and rubbed his face with his hands, having no choice but to follow the two of you. 

On the ice-blue line of insanity is a place most never see It's a hard-won place of mystery touch it, but can't hold it You work all your life for that Moment in time, it could come or pass you by It's a push-shove world, but there's always a chance If the hunger stays the night

“What do you mean I’m not right for the job?” you questioned the interviewer, his eyes focused on the paper in front of him “I want to see what that says!” 

The academic part of your life came to a close, finishing with perfect grades you were job hunting - each and every time you were able to make an outstanding first impression and you were even hired on the spot. Within days and weeks before you started your new job you received letters of regret informing you that after second thoughts you weren't suitable for the job. 

“It’s confidential information, I cannot do that.” The man replied firmly.

You shook your head at him “Not if it involves me” quickly snatching the paper from his desk, before he could retrieve it you read the recorded information about you that had been documented, breaking your heart.

You burst through the shop door and stormed upstairs to find your boyfriend George, your face red and hot, tears spilling down your tender cheeks. 

“What's the matter sweetheart?” he asked upon your arrival, his face dropping at the sight of your distress. 

“Those bitches lied!” you cried out “They’ve lied to everyone, they’ve ruined every possible chance I have at succeeding in life!”

George dropped his pen, putting a hold on his tax filing he got up out of his chair and brought you into his arms, he looked confused at your statement. 

“I can’t get hired anywhere because those girls from Slytherin and Ravenclaw lied, they managed to get Rita Skeeter to write about me, contacting everywhere in the area I applied to, telling the owners that it would be irresponsible and a irreversible mistake if they were to hire me!” you were hyperventilating beyond control, choking on your tears “they’ve painted a picture of me that doesn’t exist, George! That I’m a threat, a danger to myself and others, making it out like my past defines me for who I am now!”  

There's a cold kinetic heat, struggling, stretching for the beat Never stopping with her head against the wind

You stared at your paintings hanging on the wall at your local art show, ones of George on his broom, others of all the creatures Hagrid raised. After failing at being hireable, George encouraged you to find something you were passionate about, to run with it and earn money from it. So you took up painting and added a bit of magic to impress the muggles more than those with talent you believed you couldn’t compete against.

George smiled at you through the window and nodded as a rich muggle lady walked past, stopping in her tracks as she eyed up the painting of the Cornish pixies mid air showing off their mischievous grins. 

“How extraordinary” she beamed up at your art, the pixies beady eyes twinkling at her. “How much?” she asked “my son will love this!”

You scratched the back of your head, forgetting that muggles didn’t have the same currency and you weren’t exactly the best with pounds and pennies.

 “Uh-” you stuttered, until the lady cut you off, noticing your other paintings.

The one of George made her laugh and Buckbeak took her breath away, shaking her head in disbelief “I’ve never seen such magnificent works of art in my life... forget how much, I’ll buy them all!” 

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before

Walking out of the art show you felt your heart skip beats, running towards George you jumped into his arms. “She bought the whole lot!” You squealed.

George spun you around in his arms, cheering for you with all his pride. “You’ve bloody done it, darling!”

The two of you celebrated with the rest of the Weasleys over family dinner at the burrow, Arthur fascinated by the rich muggles and what they spend their money on and Fred begging you to paint him for your next piece. 

After finishing the celebrations George took you out for a night stroll under the stars, the two of you swinging your laced hands with every step. He stopped under the moon, it’s bright light beaming down on the two of you as if you were in the spotlight on a large stage. 

Getting down on one knee George pulled out a small wooden box branded with Weasleys Wizard Wheezes on the front, you chuckled thinking he was going to pull out a magic ring to trap his and your fingers so you couldn’t part.

Upon opening the box George pulled out an incredibly sparkly and flawless amber ring which matched his beautiful hair, you realised that this wasn’t a new wacky invention or a perfectly plotted prank. 

“Y/N, from the moment I first saw you on the Hogwarts Express I fell for you and over the years my love for you has only bloomed all the more... will you marry me?”

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire On a wire between will and what will be

You scowled down at the negative pregnancy test in your hands and threw it into the bin adding to the collection of negative tests you had accumulated over the years since your wedding night. 

You fell to the floor and shook your head feeling frustrated and cheated, your husband George walked into the bathroom and frowned at you with sympathy knowing what the outcome was. 

“I’m so sorry” you cried.

George sat down next to you and held you hand, kissing it softly. “We’re in this together Y/N, okay?” 

You nodded and wiped your tears, letting out a shaky breath “yeah, we are.”

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know (I sure know) And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before

You heard a massive thud above you, followed by a scream next door. Feeling annoyed you snapped your fingers, your paint brush and palette hovering in the air.

“Georgina, get down here right now!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, your husband George laughing behind you “don’t encourage her!” you scolded him. 

Your daughter with curly ginger hair and a cheeky grin just like her fathers thundered down the stairs, pulling out an earphone. 

“What?” she asked sheepishly, sending a look to her father causing him to laugh. 

“All because your brother has moved out it doesn’t mean his room is your magic practice room!” you told her off “this is the third time this week you’ve frightened next door, you’ll get expelled from Hogwarts before you’ve even started!”

Your youngest of four put her hands up in defence “okay, okay, I’m sorry” she smirked, giving her dad a thumbs up before running back upstairs. 

You shook your head but laughed, walking over to your husband who stood against the kitchen worktops with a brew in his hand. You hugged him and kissed his cheek. “I can’t believe this is my life” you muttered, pulling away and going back to painting your brother in law, Fred. 

Maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know (I sure know) And she's dancing like she's never danced before

[harrypotter-imaginess]

A/N: unlike most others this is more or less obliviously for a female reader. I can do I male/NB version upon request

- you probably go to Hogwarts and she goes to beauxbatons

- It’s sort of a fast friendship

- You actually probably bond over periods

- She’s standing in a small pharmacy in Hogsmeade, her eyebrows threaded together staring at the tampons.

- You’ve seen her a handful of times around the castle, and quite frankly, you’re incredibly intimidated.

- For one, Fleur is strikingly beautiful. So beautiful, that you’re not quite sure if you can even manage a sentence around her.

- And second, she hasn’t hidden her disdain for Hogwarts or the British ministry of Magic very well quite frankly.

- But watching her so helplessly perplexed as she stares at the feminine hygiene products makes you gather every ounce of your courage.

- “Is there something you’re confused about?” You ask her in a very quite voice, making sure to pick your words carefully.

- She looks at you for several very long seconds, before she finally says.

- “It iz this.” A finger taps on the box of the tampons, and you see that she’s pointing to the picture of the applicator.

- You vaguely remember a trip to France you took with your family several years ago, and how your Mum had complained how she couldn’t find any tampons with a plastic applicator, they were all cardboard.

- “You want one with a cardboard applicator?” You ask and she nods, a little shy.

- “Do you want me to go get an attendant? I’m sure they wo-“ she cuts you off by grabbing your arm.

- “I do not want an’one to know.” She whispers quietly.

- You nod.

- She doesn’t need to explain, she’s already under fierce scrutiny as a contender for the tournament. She doesn’t want another article popping up about her period.

- Something surely none of the boys have to deal with.

- “We’ll just have to read all of these boxes then,” you say, crouching down. “It’s usually in the corner.” You say pointing to the spot on the box where it’s written

- Fleur’s eyebrows thread together.

- “You are ‘elping moi?” She asks, and you just nod.

- “Why?”

- Her shock that someone not from her own school would help her, makes you a bit sad. It’s an unsaid rule in Hogwarts that if at anytime any girl needs something like this, even if she’s an enemy. You help her.

- “Real queens always help fix each other’s crowns.” You say with a shrug, and Fleur smiles.

- It’s not like the haughty smiles you’ve seen before, or the smirk she wore when she was picked.

- This smile is genuine and warm, and you find yourself smiling back.

- You spend the good part of the afternoon going to several shops trying to find a box.

- And afterwards you invite Fleur to get a butterbeer.

- “You know, British food iz very bland.” She says in her heavy French accent, but she smiles at the end taking another sip.

- “But zis,” She motions to the butterbeer. “zis I like.”

- And you’re glad that she’s found one thing she likes about being at Hogwarts.

- She picks you out in the corridor after that day, waving you over to talk to you about his or that.

- She introduces you to her friends, who ask you about all the hot gossip.

- “So, who would you say is the most handsome boy at Hogwarts?”

- “O-oh, um I’m not quite sure?”

- Seeing you’re discomfort Fleur will wave them away.

- “(Y/N) does not ‘ave time for boys, they on’lee want men.”

- At that the other girls coo in agreement and you silently thank her.

- She finds herself at your dorm quite a bit in the next weeks.

- You share smuggled sweets with her, and exchange bits of conversation and advice.

- “Eet iz not that I ‘ate ‘ogwarts,” she says lying on your bed, “eet iz all just so un-“ And her eyebrows thread together, and you know her well enough to realize she can’t remember the word for it.

- “Unfamiliar?”

- “Yes!”

- “You’re homesick?” You ask, and she sighs.

- “Oui.” She nods and you settle beside her. That night you listen to soft French cassette tapes on your Walkman with her, and she feels a bit better in the morning.

- “So what’s up with you and the fairy princess?” Fred Weasley will ask, and you shrug.

- “She’s nice.”

- George clucks his tongue.

- “That pretty face of hers got you too?” And at that you shake your head.

- If anything “that pretty face” was why you kept away from her to begin with.

- “It’s not the face,” you tell them, searching for the right words. “She has a lot of unexpected kindness.”

- You’re there for Fleur when she’s looking for a escort to the Yule Ball.

- “(Y/N), why don’t you go with me?” She asks eyes bright.

- You roll your eyes.

- “What to make the rumors true?” And she rolls her eyes.

- Fleur hasn’t had the easiest time getting along with the students here, and her general dislike for the boys here hasn’t helped.

- And ever since you two had gotten close a small, rather insignificant, rumor had started.

- That you and Fleur were lesbians of course, secretly dating.

- It seemed to explain why she rebuffed most of the boys who approached her.

- “What do I care what othër people think, huh?” She asks, turning in her bed so she’s resting on her stomach. “You would be acc’mpanying me as my closest confidânt”

- You smile when she touches your shoulder, and you give her hand a squeeze.

- “Well Fleur, ya shoulda asked me sooner, I already said yes to George.”

- At this she sits up, and you glance at her from the floor.

- “The one wiz the red ‘air?” She asks, a clearly perplexed look crossing her face. “Wiz all zee freckles?”

- You roll your eyes, you love Fleur but sometimes she can be a little shallow.

- “We’re going as friends,” You tell her, and add “Besides he’s funny, and I actually like his freckles.”

- At that she grins

- “You, how you British say, you fancy him!” And she’s grinning broadly as you hide your face in your hands.

- You’re actually the one to suggest the Ravenclaw quidditch Captain, Roger Davies to her as a date.

- “He’s handsome and fit, if all you need is a date he should do.” You tell her.

- “I s’ppose since you refuse to acc’mpany me.” She says glumly, but you don’t miss the teasing grin on her face.

- A lot happens in this school year, Cedric is gone, Voldemort is back, Harry is the chosen one, and you’ve got no DADA teacher again.

- And to add to it, your best friend will be leaving soon

- “I vil write.” She promises, tears filling in those clear blue eyes.

- She grips your hand in both of hers and you nod

- “You better,” you smile back “just because you can find tampons on your own doesn’t mean you can leave me behind.”

- She laughs and squeezes you hand

- “I could never leave you be’ind.”

- You have to hold back tears as you see the carriages leave.

- But the farewell is not exceptionally long as by the summer, Fleur takes a job at Gringotts.

- “Fleur!” You practically squeal when you see her, and she shouts your name as well and rushes up to hug you.

- She smells like Parisian sweets and a fire.

- “So what made you decide to come back?” You ask her as you have lunch in a French restaurant.

- Fleur shrugs

- “Zee opportunity was good.” She says taking a large bite of her grilled peach salad.

- But seeing your skeptical expression she sighs.

- “When I got ‘ome, I found myself missing p’mpkin juice and butt’erbeer,” And then in a much softer voice she says:

- “And you.”

- Her cheeks have a rosy tinge and you’re sure yours do as well.

- “But also because of Bill.” You tease, and she laughs

- “Yes, maybe also Bill.” She admits

- You’re one of her brides maids, if not her maid of honor, at her wedding.

- Fred and George are two of his best men, and stand on either side as they walk you down the aisle.

- “Blimey that’s a lot of lights.” Fred mutters.

- “You’re telling me, had to stay up until 4 fixing them up there.” You whisper back, barely hiding a yawn.

- George takes a good look at you.

- “That explains the pound of make up.” He grins when you discreetly elbow him in the ribs.

- “You look better without it” He adds, leaving you a little perplexed as you take you place near the alter.

- Fleur is beautiful, and you tear up at their vows

- “If I don’t watch out (Y/N) will steal her away.” Bill teases during the reception, but he’s grateful Fleur came back to London because of you.

- You dance the night away, a handful of times with Fleur, a few with Ginny and several of the other guests, once with Harry and once with George.

- “You want to put you feet on mine and take a quick snooze?” He jokes, and you snort

- “I think I can manage.”

- “You know, eef you we’e to maree one of Bill’s brothers, we could be sisters.” She tells you early one morning over breakfast, a glint in her eye, and you almost scoff.

- “Yes, which one should I pick? Percy who loves his career more than women, or Charlie, who undoubtedly only loves dragons.” You’re half joking, but she falters for a second.

- “I was talking about George.” And the glint is back, and you just shake your head.

- It’s true, you’ve always been on good terms with George, you would even say you were close. But after all that’s happened,with the war and Fred, you bet marriage is the last thing he’s thinking about.

- “Ah,” she sighs, taking a sip of coffee. “I s’uppose we’ll just have to share Bill then.” And you nearly choke on your coffee as she bursts out laughing.

- When they have Victoire, Fleur name’s you the godmother while George is The Godfather.

- She sends a teasing wink, and you nearly roll your eyes.

- “She’s a beauty ain’t she?” George asks as you watch Fleur cradle the baby.

- And you raise an eyebrow

- “Finally under the fairy princess’s charm?” You tease, and George scoffs.

- “Talkin’ about the baby (Y/N).”

- “Ah, yes” you feel yourself flush a bit red.

- George seems to sit up a bit straighter in his chair. And for several long seconds he doesn’t say anything, eyebrows threaded together as if he’s perplexed. You can tell that even though he’s not saying anything, he certainly wants to.

- “Did those rumors back in school actually mean something?” He finally asks, and now your eyebrows thread together

- “What?”

- “Are you in love with Fleur?” He asks bluntly and you burst out laughing. Oh that would be a real treat wouldn’t it? You think.

- You haven’t thought about those rumors in years, with all that’s happened, the war, you figured everyone else had forgotten as well.

- Bill would probably love that, you can’t help but think with a wide grin.

- You’re laughing so hard tears are streaming down your face.

- Several nurses glance at you two. You, who’s laughing so hard you’re hunched over. And George who’s blushing beet red, with the expression of a truly mortified man.

- “You haven’t got to laugh so hard yknow.” He says, slightly annoyed and completely embarrassed.

- “No,” you say finally calming down. “I love Fleur, like a sister, but I’m not in love with her.” You’re still giggling, unable to contain the idea.

- “Well then how about you and I go get a butterbeer sometime?”

- You raise an eyebrow

- “A butterbeer?”

- “You prefer fire whisky?” He asks with a crooked smile, and you smile back

- Maybe you’ll be sisters-in-law yet.

- “Butterbeer is fine, are you free Friday after work?”

- He grins.

- “I’m quite literally willing to be free whenever you want.”

- “It’s a date then.”

- Fleur is already planning the wedding.

- Even after you end up getting married, to George or someone else, the joke that you and Fleur are lesbians persists

- “Mate I think I’d know if my wife was a lesbian.” Bill finally says at a family dinner, laughing as he takes an affectionate glance at Fleur.

- “Oh you laugh now, but just you wait, one of these days you’ll wake up and notice (Y/N) and Fleur have run off together in the middle of the night.” Ron persists, a grin spreading across his face.

- “Oh you’ve caught us, Ron!”

- “Yes, zat was our master plan, I m’rry Bill and ‘ave the beautiful children, and (Y/N) will marry George and get ‘alf of ‘is money.” Fleur teases

- “And then we would run away together, and have the beautiful children and all the money.” You finish, you exchange a look with Fleur and grin.

- “But now zat you ‘ave cau’t us, I suppose we will ‘ave to give up.”

- Honestly everyone’s so shocked that Fleur had a sense of humor, they end up laughing from the surprise.

- Later George will pull you aside, and with a somewhat nervous smile will ask:

- “That was just a joke wasn’t it? You didn’t really marry me to get all my money?”

- You roll your eyes

- “George, some months I made more than you do.” You grin, lightly pushing his chest.

- George nods, you do make more money than him on average.

- “Alright that’s fair.”

- You get to watch your children grow up together

- You get to go through life with your best friend at every step of the way

[lonely-teddy-bear]

The King’s Mate ➳ h.s. au

(rewritten version)

word count: 1.88k 

Don’t hate me with this. everything will make sense later on in the chapters.

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Chapter Four

"Why don't we go for a walk, yeah?" I gave Harry a nod, eager to be out of sight from those who had been staring at us for the last couple of seconds. He gave me a small smile and grabbed my hand before walking. I couldn't help but to trail behind, my short legs making it hard for me to keep pace with Harry whose longer legs made his steps almost three times that of mine. Perhaps he was walking faster, maybe it was a werewolf thing? The point is, it was hard to keep up with him and it only made this peaceful walk a bit more stressful.

People would move or part way to let us through, but their gaze was always focused on me. A woman who walked hand in hand with their alpha. I could feel the hatred from women just by the way they looked at me and the stares from men who looked away when Harry caught them. I didn't know where we were going, but it looked like we were going to go walk to town like those around us were doing. Turned out I was wrong though. We passed several stores and restaurants without a word from Harry. I didn't appreciate being kept in the dark. It made me anxious.

"Uh... Harry where are we going?" His head snapped over to me. His eyes glowed which only made his green eyes look a little brighter.

"It's a surprise. Trust me, you'll like it." I looked at him for a couple of seconds and gave him a nod. I wondered what the surprise was. I'm not a fan of surprises, but I don't think he would tell me if I tried to ask him what it was.

There was a path that branched off from the main road, leading into the woods. Harry gently tugged me towards it, my brows furrowing in minor concern as I followed after him. The path was well kept which did put me at ease, but I couldn't help but to feel a bit hesitant that Harry was taking me so far from where everyone else was. The sun was high, right above the tips of the trees to cast a soft and warm glow through the forest. It really was beautiful, but despite the beauty, I would never come out here alone. Harry kept glancing down at me, trying to decipher my emotions and feelings just like earlier and each time I would give him a quick smile. He must have been feeling tense as his hand would randomly grip mine, causing me to wince in pain when he would squeeze too tight. He didn't seem to notice though because he unintentionally kept doing it.

I turned to look behind us as the silence grew more prominent. It was then that I realized how far into the woods we were. "Uh... Harry," my attention returned to the path in front of us. "Where are we really going? You're not going to like kill me or rape me, right?" He wouldn't do that, would he? I mean, he's the king. He wouldn't do that to his soulmate...or maybe he would. He turned to me, eyes wide and an almost offended look on his face.

"Do you really think about us like that? I'm not going to hurt you. Just trust me okay? Can you do that? Can you trust me?" I tried to answer him, but I didn't know if I could. I barely knew him. Actually I didn't know him at all, so I stayed quiet and looked down at my feet, feeling intimidated by the way he was looking at me.

He took my silence as a way of me saying yes, as I didn't ever disagree with him. We continued to walk, hands clasped together as my eyes roamed my surroundings. A few minutes into our trip, there was an opening ahead. Light poured through the break in the trees, surrounding the area in a bright lemon-orange hue. At my feet, flowers and lights hugged the path giving it a more welcoming feel. It was when the dirt beneath under me turned into cobble that my jaw dropped. At the end of the path was a house. Well, not just any house. The outside gave off the impression that it was a cabin, but it was much larger than what you would expect. The dark wood exterior blended well with the forest, but it was the stone accents and large windows that really made it stand out. Stone stairs lead up to the front door, surrounded by various rocks and bushes. The cabin looked to be two floors, but I wouldn't be surprised if there was a third. The second floor had a balcony made of glass railing that fit well with the windows. The closer we got to the house, the more I could see glances of the inside. It was stunning.

I could feel Harry watching me as I took in the sight before me. I was perplexed, completely speechless on what to say. This was his surprise? I looked up at him, dumbfounded. His hand still clutched in mine and I wanted to pull away the more I became overwhelmed, but I knew he wouldn't let me.

"What do you think? Do you like it?" My eyes glanced over at the house before returning back to him. I continued to look between the two as my mind came up with some sort of reply.

"Yeah, it's beautiful. But why are you showing me this house?" I really didn't know why he would bring me to this cabin, especially when it was located in the middle of the woods. Harry chuckled, amused by my confusion as he gripped my shoulder to turn me towards him. I tilted my head up to look at him.

"This is our home. This is where we will be living and starting a family." Starting a what?

I hadn't thought far into the future and I did not think about having to live with him. I don't know what I was thinking when I found out he was my other half but there was no thought about having a future with him. My chest ached and my stomach twisted. He didn't even know me and I didn't even know him and he was already thinking ahead. I couldn't help but let out a shaky breath as realization came crashing down on me. I was Harry's mate which meant that my new purpose in life was to be his queen; to be his little house wife and raise his children. That's how these things worked, right? "No." My answer was short and his brows furrowed in confusion but then anger appeared in his eyes.

"No?"

I pulled my hand from his to hold it to my chest like he had hurt me.

"I mean no. As in, I don't want to live in that house with you." I knew my words would hurt him, but it was the honest truth. I had only known him for about an hour now and he was already making plans to live in the same house and have kids. It was all too fast. I don't know what exactly I pictured when it came to finding the one, but it was nothing like this. In all honesty, I didn't expect I would be finding my soulmate here- in werewolf territory. Yeah, maybe the thought had crossed my mind this morning about me not coming back, but deep down I really didn't think it was an option.

I wanted to run, I wanted to be away from Harry. I wanted to go back to my dorm and never think about this place again, but I knew that wasn't a possibility. Whether I liked it or not, I was Harry's mate.

"You don't really have a choice here. You are mine and you are going to stay by my side. The least you can do is look at the house and thank me for letting you keep your friendship with a boy who by the way I shouldn't be trusting around you." I felt tears appear on the corner of my eyes, The storm brewing inside of me coming to quick halt as his response replayed on my mind. He is making me feel ungrateful, was this what he meant when he said that I was weak?

My eyes focused back on the house trying to look away from his angry stare. I couldn't deny that the house was beautiful. Any person would dream of having a house this nice. Just like that, all my negative thoughts had rushed away and I found myself nodding. I don't know if I was nodding in a way of saying thank you or in a 'I agree with you, I'll stay' way."

"Lead the way," I whispered to him, wanting him to walk in front of me, so that I could trail behind. He made no attempt to grab my hand as he walked up the stairs with me following closely behind. After the door was pushed open, we stepped inside and to my surprise it looked nothing like a cabin. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the crystals on them dispersing blades of light into random parts of the room. The floors were made of a beautiful wood, that almost matched the exterior and complemented the white walls. Stairs lead up to the second floor near the entry way, but Harry lead us further into the house to explore the main floor first. The entryway opened up to a lovely living room, light yellow couches and a coffee table made of glass acted as the main furniture of the room. Two tall lamps surrounded the larger couch that faced the impressive TV on the wall. I couldn't help but love this place. All of it was so warm and welcoming.

"See, it's not all that bad." Our tour came to a halt as Harry spoke. My hand reached out to brush against the blanket that rested on the back of the couch. "Would you perhaps want to rethink about living with me?" His question caused me to look over at him, my actions pausing when I took in the way his hands gripped at the love seat. My eyes skimmed up his torso before they reached his face to take in his darkening eyes.

I couldn't help but feel intimidated by his darkened gaze, but knew that I needed to tell him how I felt because I was still very hesitant about living with a complete stranger. "Look, when I came here, I didn't really expect to find my soulmate," I said in a low voice, feeling scared of how he would react.

"Mate."

"Yeah, well I didn't think this would happen and I didn't want it to happen. I don't want to stop going to school; I don't want to just disappear from my world. I have a future planned and I don't want that to change." Harry stared at me as his hands relaxed against the yellow cushion, but his eyes stayed the same, dark.

"So you're saying you don't want to be with me?" I shook my head quickly.

"No that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying that I want to at least go back and finish my last year of college. This is my last year and I want to at least say goodbye to my dad." He looked away as he let my words soak in. I stood there, relieved to have finally gotten all my thoughts out. My fingers continued to toy with the fuzzy blanket as I let him think about what I said. It only took a second before he was looking back at me.

"How old are you?"

"23." He gave a sound of approval and nodded before he walked around the couch to stand in front of me, leaning his hip against the soft furniture.

"I'm 26 and I had til I was 25 to find my queen. If I was unsuccessful, I was to be dethroned. I was lucky to get an extra year because of complications with the council. You waited til your last year to come and if it weren't for that decision, I wouldn't be rushing about wanting to find my mate. I would have let you go see your dad and finish school, if you had come earlier. But because you didn't, you aren't leaving me or stepping out of my pack." He stared at me, looking stern, waiting for a response.

"I didn't come earlier because I knew that once I stepped into this territory and found my soulmate-"

"Mate," Harry growled, correcting me on the word.

"Mate, then I wouldn't be able to go back to school. A lot of them never went back and I didn't want that." If I knew that the king was going to be my mate and he would have let me continue studying then maybe I would have come earlier, but I was scared of finding out that I would possibly have to live my life in the woods with wolves.

"Did you even think about me? About your mate? How it could affect him? Affect me!" I could tell that he was starting to get angry as his voice grew louder and his brows set the look of a frown upon his face. He took a step towards me and I couldn't help but step back. How was I ever going to trust him when his emotions changed so frequently? My backing away caused him to soften a bit, but he still gave the impression that he was upset and hurt by my lack of consideration.

His anger only spurred on my own though and I couldn't stop the words from spilling from my lips. "I didn't think of you! I thought about myself and yeah, maybe that was selfish of me. But I cared more about me and my career then I did some stupid mate. If it wasn't for the school requirement, I wouldn't have even gone on this trip. Let alone even think of coming here." My heart was racing in my chest as I looked at Harry, a similar frown taking it's place on my own face. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, Harry suddenly lurched forward to grab me by the neck. I desperately gasped for air as my fingers tried to wedge themselves under his to free myself from his grip, but he was too strong.

"You better be careful with what you say, princess. Because my wolf will be taking over and you will not like what he will do to you." He let out a low growl that caused me to stop squirming in his hold. My eyes focused on his that switched between green and black. It was like he was fighting his wolf for dominance.

"Harry, please." My voice came out in a whisper as my nails scratched against his hand. "I'll live with you, but let me continue my studies and let me see my father." I wasn't sure if my agreement was of my own volition or if he was controlling my mind, but I knew I had to give in and live with him at some point. His eyes flashed green and stayed that way before he released his grip. I started to fall towards the floor as I sucked in a well needed breath, but Harry quickly grabbed my forearm where my mark painted my skin. Like before, my arm tingled in his grip and I looked up to see his eyes filled with tears and regret.

"I'm sorry darling, for hurting you. I had promised you that I wasn't going to hurt you and here I am- not even a day with you and I already left a mark on your neck and not the one I was hoping to leave." I felt my cheeks heat up at the comment. What kind of mark was he hoping to leave? I knew that he was sorry and that his wolf was the one doing that to me, not him. Christina had warned me about it earlier, but I let my temper get the best of me without even thinking about it. My fingers brushed over the mark on my neck, wincing when the tender skin burned.

"I'm guessing you won't let me continue study and see my dad, huh?" I looked back up at him and by the look on his face I already knew the answer to my question. Despite the disappointment that settled in my chest, I couldn't help but think about how I was about to repeat my mothers past and how I didn't really know how to feel about it.

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There was some minor changes in here but changes are changes lol. Reminder that this book is for 17+ and that this is fictional. His behavior would be animalistic since he is half wolf so remember that lol

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(Echee post) Emma Watson has stalkers and a bodyguard

Posted on March 23 2014

From dailymail.co.uk March 2014, "Harry Potter star Emma Watson has hired a former NYPD officer as  a bodyguard to protect her from obsessed stalkers. The actress – thought to be worth £23  million – is believed to be paying the female officer £90,000 a year after a number of incidents of threatening behaviour towards her. The latest came as Emma, 23, right, was working on her new movie Noah, when an over-zealous ‘fan’ duped studio security staff and got on to the set. Emma, was left screaming, believing she was in danger, and filming had to stop. The British actress, who played Hermione Granger in the Potter films, is now constantly shadowed by blonde former New York Police Department officer Denise Morrone. A source said: ‘The  one person Emma is never without is Denise. 'Emma has had problems with stalkers in the past and, because of her wealth, there is always the threat of kidnap. 'She pays for her bodyguard out of her own pocket and Denise accompanies her everywhere, even when Emma is out for dinner. Denise is always there, making sure she is safe.’ Another source said: ‘Denise is on high alert for one particular stalker who tracked Emma down on the set of her latest film. ‘She is very discreet and very good at her job. She is always there looking after Emma, but you wouldn’t know. ‘She makes sure Emma has plenty of space and freedom. If they are at dinner, Denise is part of the gathering, but is always on duty.’ The new arrangement marks a departure for Emma, who has seemed determined to try to live a low-key, normal private life unencumbered by a security detail. Post-Potter she went to Brown University in Rhode Island, New England, and Worcester College, Oxford, to study for a degree. When she has appeared in public she has had no visible entourage. A spokesman for Miss Watson, who has homes in  London and New York, declined to comment." ^That's what the dailymail says but here below is what Emma said at the time.

From fansshare.com October 2012, "There was a lot of fuss made recently about the fact that a man who has been stalking Emma Watson managed to get onto her set before being chased off into the woods. It was claimed that Emma was terrified by the incident and feared for her safety.  However, it appears that the claims were not true, as Emma has spoken out about the “incident” stating that nothing of the sort happened. Emma felt that she needed to let everybody know what’s what and hoped to clear up any confusion about the stalker situation. Watson took to her official Twitter account to say, “Ok. Few things to clear up. I was not terrified by a stalker in the woods. And he was not fought off by martial arts experts.#whowrotethisstory”. I don't get this DM article because Emma has had this bodyguard for ten years. I think this might be a great big dose of media sensationalism or maybe a planted story so everyone will go, "Aww poor Emma" because she has said some really dumb things lately. I've seen photos of Denise (the older blonde lady we always see her with) with Emma as far back as 2005 Here they are outside the Regis and Kelly show (USA) in 2005 and to the right currently in 2014

^She still looks 15 doesn't she? I've seen one or two candids of Denise with Emma at Brown. I've read an article from a Brown website (thank anonymous for tipping me off) where they were talking about her bodyguards on campus that followed her around. Here's Emma, some guy and Denise at Brown in the fall of 2010 (I can't find the others)

Here she is talking about stalkers in her GQ interview from last year From gq-magazine.co.uk May 2013, "Did you have stalkers? 'Yes. I do have people who show up from time to time in different parts of the world. I've never really known how to respond; I've never really known if I should be afraid or not. This is how I put it into perspective: thousands of women all over the world have to deal with feeling afraid when they walk home from the Tube, on their way to work, when they go out for a drink. Feeling not safe isn't something that is singular to me or my experience as a woman, and I don't think any of these people mean me any harm. They just tend to be people caught up, who don't really realise what they are doing, and I think it is very important that I don't allow it to isolate me further, to be another reason why I shouldn't go out and meet people or walk down the street. Weird guys sometimes take it too far, and that is it. I just keep a friend with me. I don't have a full-time security guard or anything like that. Even at university I went everywhere completely alone, which looking back was probably a pretty ambitious thing that I tried to do there, but somehow I got away with it. There were times when I did feel stressed and anxious and could probably have done with a bit more support. At the same time I would rather make my own mistakes and learn what I need. I think it is so easy when you get famous to just disengage from having a life and that can make some things really dangerous.'" Remember she told rookie magazine she used to lie about walking to places but had a car waiting for her? She was trying to make it seem she has this normal life. I reckon this could be another little white lie about not having a full-time guard because we've seen Denise with her for years. She's the woman that pushes people away and pulls her from signing autographs and even refuses people. How about other instances like Glastonbury where that big muscular man tailed her everywhere. At airports when Denise is not there she has men which looks to be bodyguards to me. When she went to the Box Night Club she had a bodyguard. They're rare shots because most candids are just of Emma and Denise or Emma and a friend or boyfriend. You really think Emma travels alone? For example

Last photo from 2011: Check this out and seethe altercation You rarely catch her bodyguards photographed other than Denise who looks more than just a bodyguard. I think she's more like a bodyguard/assistant. I bet they are always around but you wouldn't know it. I'd go as far as saying they probably follow her from a distance to make it seem like she's really by herself. Here's something she said in 2009 and it was really stupid From wonderwall.msn.com July 2009 (interview with Dan, Rupert and Emma. she started brown in Sept 09) In this film, Ron has sort of a stalker girlfriend. Has it ever gotten strange where you're dating people who are more interested in dating Harry, Ron or Hermione rather than yourselves? Emma Watson: "I'm dating my stalker, actually." It's dumb to even give a stalker the time or day in a magazine discussing them. It will probably embolden them by fueling whatever twisted fantasies they have in their head. If it were me I would not even mention it. In 2010 she said this From digitalspy.com November 2010, "Emma Watson has revealed that she and her Harry Potter co-stars Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint used to hide from their security guards. The actress admitted that she "hates" having bodyguards and prefers to deal with the attention she receives on her own. Watson explained: "I hate having bodyguards and when we were younger, Dan, Rupert and I used to try to hide from the people trying to keep an eye on us." The 20-year-old went on to say that she now feels comfortable traveling on public transport by herself. She added: "Now it's like, 'Really, I'm fine'. I take the train and the bus and, if I don't dress up too much, I'm usually fine. Occasionally people stop me but I'd rather deal with that than not go out at all. That'd be really tragic." In her most recent interview for Elle she said this From snitchseeker.com March 2014, “So while Radcliffe reportedly rarely leaves his house without a bodyguard, Watson memorably began her college career by moving into the freshman dorm-the very definition of exposed. She lopped off her hair, appeared in a student production of Chekhov. There were moment, she says, when she thought, “I don’t know if I can do this. Or if this is sensible anymore.” But she held firm, turning down high-profile work that would interfere with her studies. “I just don’t want a life where I can’t have a life, “she says. “And so I’ve been just unbelievably stubborn about it.” ^Peculiar and then this article comes out about her hired bodyguard. Could it have been Radcliffe's people saying, "Hey, wait a minute" and then ratted Emma out? That last quote, the newer one, is of course a total contradiction from what she said about Brown before. I don't know it's that's the truth or this is some rouse to plant the idea she was heckled out of college life. I don't know but one thing is for sure I don't believe most of what comes out of this girls mouth. I'm like those towns people that had it with the games of the little boy that cried wolf. As for the stalking it's the only thing I'll give her sympathy for. I think it would suck. If it's an over zealous stan or a weirdo I don't think it's cool. If you like or even dislike her there are still lines you should never cross and that includes invading her space. She's just one fake ass actress that lives in her own head that plays make believe and makes millions off it. Then of course she complains about it and manipulates the media and her fan base to cover up "the real Emma Watson". She's a prettily weaved illusion designed to trick you. There is no such thing as the perfect person and just because she is pretty it does not make her perfect girlfriend material. Stans and weirdos please understand this.

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Thoughts/Background Goblet of Fire

What kind of creepy graveyard is this? Skeletons crawling over one another? Snake hidey-holes? Is this Nagini speaking or can she hear Voldemort from that far away? This just shows how fast she is as she moves along the ground here. Literally, we have here the Angel of Death equipped with wings and a scythe, which normally the Grim Reaper carries.

One light on in the caretaker’s house which is right next to the family graveyard? We are assuming that this is the Riddle estate, correct? Wealthy families like that would have had a family graveyard near their home. Also, that house in the background, Riddle Manor? Is super big and though it is dark looks grandiose.

The house here, looks well lived in, but at the same time, almost like it has only recently been inhabited. This is a kitchen, but it looks like there is a shovel on the wall, and only one light?

Still, only one light on in the main Riddle house. Wormtail can’t even draw a curtain? Dang.

Those are some old fashioned keys. I understand that this is a Manor or whatever, but this takes place during the nineties? No one thought to update the locks on this place? Frank mentions, “Those kids”, like people breaking in has been a real problem. Why not update the security? Also, who has been paying for the upkeep of this place? Lucius? Some secret Dark Lord Corporation? Is that why they are old school? Because we all know that wizards like to keep everything super, super, super old school?

Seriously, who is keeping up this place? The topiary is amazing!!

He looks like he is walking up a sort of backdoor entrance or servant’s entrance.

He is the caretaker for the grounds, but can’t dust a little? That clock needs a good one.

The light wasn’t muted because no one was casting a lumos, they were simply using a lamp that had the fabric bits removed that dampen the light.

The way that Barty is smiling when Nagini perches herself on Voldemort’s chair is fucking terrifying.

Ron’s room really is all orange. Such a fanboy.

The Burrow is in such a great spot. The little pond in front, the trees, the openness. The house itself is incredible. Still, only one light on. Whose? You can see the group walking away. That has to be Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s room. Or Ron forgot to turn off the light, again.

They are all having to run to keep up with Mr. Weasley because he gets his cardio, bitch.

Mr. Weasley is rocking that straw cabana hat because he knows Muggles son!

Such a beautiful shot!

Did they travel through a worm hole here? I know the director or whoever had to make a creative choice in how this was going to be portrayed, but…. Idk.

Everyone is flying around, the arena is clearly segregated into Ireland’s colors or Green, Red, and Yellow, perhaps hinting at the final score of the match? Nice job, filmmakers.

What is this guy juggling? It looks like toy merecreatures almost.

Orange is the Weasley families favorite color. They’re just owning it at this point.

The pitch looks like it is in the inside of a volcano or a mountain.

Some people have seats right on the grass of the pitch? So, if the Weasle’s have bad seats at the very top what would the very lowest seats be classified as?

Who knew that a job qualification for Professional Qudditich players is the ability to adequately throw and spark fireworks?

Krum is a showoff.

Those are omnoculars? What Ron has to his face?

The way that they were all packed in together, it’s a wonder the whole place didn’t burn down with all the incendios they were throwing around.

They are all wizards, underage or not, and this is a life threatening situation, and yet, no one is firing back at the Death Eaters?

Okay, so everything did get torched to the ground. None of these tents had some fire retardant?

That amount of spells coming at the trio.

That style of hat that Crouch is wearing has got to be some ministry trend. Wait until they all hit the trucker hats in the 2000’s.

That Dark Mark is really cool.

I love her hat though. It looks like something that would have been worn to the royal wedding.

Seeing the train is always stunning.

I love the collection of sweets here. Colorful, to attract the youngins.

This is a really colorful movie. The third one was very muted while still being stunning. This and the next one experience with splashes of color that are just beautiful.

They are passing a big lake in the background there. Out of the window just looks wild and remote.

He addresses it clearly to Sirius Black. Is that a qualification for the owls to know where they letter needs to go or do they just have to have been there before? I need to know the specifics of owl travel.

You get to see the whole scope of how large not only Hogwarts is ,but the grounds, and I love that.

You see Neville in this first sequence as they are watching the other schools arrive as well as Fred, George, Ginny, Colin, Harry, and Hermione. Angelina Johnson is in the background behind the twins.

The sails on the Durmstrang ship looks like it is decorated with a two headed dragon. Is that the symbol for Durmstrang?

So while Dumbledore is chatting, Hagrid and Flitwick are behind him chit chatting.

There are two levels to the head table in this movie. The main folk are sitting at the higher table. Snape is leaning against the wall, not directly related to them at all. I bet he hated first days at the school.

Snape is one hundred percent mimicking Dumbledore’s speech for a hysterical Flitwick in the background.

The bald guy behind Dumbledore looks asleep, straight up.

Are butterflies the symbol for Beauxbatons? That would be very interesting. A creature that transforms completely into something else.

Hermione and Ginny are the only two who know what’s up in this shot.

Dumbledore was giving Madame Maxime eyes.

Filch is just standing dead in the middle of the Durmstrang wizards.

He is still standing there when Krum and Karkaroff walk in.

The kids so promptly follow Dumbledore’s instructions even though some of them are probably embarrassed about having to sing the school song.

But not Harry James Potter. He is living for this song.

Again we get so many shots of the school in this movie.

You can see the house point containers behind Dumbledore’s head.

You can see them again after the goblet is revealed.

Is that a tower of marshmallows?

OMgosh! The sky acted up when Crouch Jr came in because Hogwarts knew that he wasn’t who he said he was!!!!

The cup is so primitive looking compared to the container that is in.

It almost looks like each layer was created by a different faction of the wizarding world as a whole. That could definitely be a fanfic.

The perspective starts on the Durmstrang ship which again features a dragon.

Cages, nets in the background of the DADA classroom.

There is also a lot of glass and mirrors in the room which almost makes me think of a fun house where you don’t look like yourself in any of the mirrors which is super fitting for Crouch Jr. at this phase.

Why does Hermione look so suspicious already?

And what is the use of all the bugs, Crouch Jr. you sick mother f-er.

Who needs fifty overflowing worms in a jar?

Dean Thomas is straight up rocking a composition notebook from Walmart on that desk. He is representing Muggle culture at its finest.

Crabbe is wearing a ring. Is that his heir ring? That would be interesting as we see the younger generation start to really get pulled into the war in this film.

The portrait on the stain glass crying. We have all seen this, and appreciate the majesty.

We love a rain soaked Robert Pattinson.

Everyone is just watching the battle between the twins and Hermione.

There is no other light in the Great hall except for the Goblet? Dumbledore does love his aesthetic.

Snape is like, get me out of here.

And that display of power is why all of them dang kids sing that dorky song.

Who is Cedric kissing here as he goes up to the head table?

The cup is like the opposite of the Goblet of Fire. It is shiny and bright and new while the goblet is ancient looking.

You can see Harry’s scar quite prevalently in this shot.

The Hogwarts trophy room. I have never connected this before. It is huge.

Karkaroff has gold fillings.

What are the spinning trophies and where can I get one?

One light on in the top part of the castle.

Pensieve memories are blue, and the Goblet’s fire is blue. Coincidence? Fic writers, you tell me.

The suns on the curtains in the boy’s dorm is a nice touch.

Ron has a homemade quilt. I bet he gets those for birthday gifts instead of the infamous Christmas sweater. Molly Weasley is a boss.

What are all of these trophies for? I bet Dumbledore keeps all the ones that the various clubs and groups have won over the years.

Magical cleaner?

The scope of Hogwarts is amazing.

The owlery is literally covered in bird shit, like every inch. Dumbledore clearly instructs Filch not to clean it to deter frisky students.

Is that a cat on the stairs there?

I can’t ever decide if the Common Room looks too big or too small, here.

Harry talks about Voldemort so casually. But I guess if someone tried to kill me year after year we would form a sort of familiarity.

Those cabinets in the back are filled with board games. Bet me. Gryffindors are notoriously bloody, and game night, gets wild.

I bet Neville spends a lot of his time in the lake just researching and studying all of the different plant life.

Neville cares not at all for the drama behind him. He’s just like, “Give me the plants”.

I love that bright orange flower. Hagrid ain’t no fool. He knows how to get the ladies.

The mist in the background could almost be taken as fog, but then you think about the dragon’s and it literally could be smoke.

Hagrid representing all of the men who are shorter than their women.

There looks to be about six dragon handlers here.

They are carrying branches or their wands lit with fire at the end. Is that to confuse the dragons? Make them think that they already covered that area in their territory and are thus safe?

The handler on top gets bucked off the cage. He is done with this job.

I’m sorry, but those badges are ingenious. Do we know in the movie that Draco is the one that made them or is that fanon?

Those Hufflepuffs are nasty.

The sculpture that is seen in that scene in the courtyard looks like the same one that is present in Half Blood Prince. Do they also move around the castle at will?

Harry pushed Draco, and that guy in the back is like, “Yes, let’s have a fight.” Then he and the other guy straight up bounce when Moody pops on the scene. But Goyle is ride or die. Or maybe they ran and got McGonagall because she came really quickly???? Hmmm??

The walls are all green and lightly moss covered. Gorgeous.

Like, is there a legit list of all the things that teachers cannot do. 1. We do not use Transfiguration as a punishment. 2. Trying to main or kill students is expressively forbidden. 3. Flashy robes are allowed and encouraged. Share in the glorious pattern of life.

Crouch Jr. should have been shitting his pants at being at the end of McGonagall’s wand.

Again with all the mirrors. So, Crouch Jr. can make sure that his transformation isn’t slipping?

What are the faces in the mirror here?  

All the clues were there, and I didn’t see a single one. This movie and book is a masterpiece of plot. Plain and simple.

McGonagall was like, “Let’s not have the arena with the dragons so close to the castle, eh, Albus?”

There is a bed for each of the champions in this tent. Could no one transfigure a couch?

They have punch and muffins in the background. “Lime punch before you fight a dragon?” “Sure.”

I never noticed that blue in Madame Mazime’s hair. I love the school spirit that she is showing here. Dumbledore seriously thought of mimicking her. He would look bomb with a tie die beard. Convince me otherwise.

Filch is featured spectacularly in this movie.

The trunk at the bottom has a red cross on it, making this very likely an emergency tent that just so happens to double as the waiting area for the champions.

Colin made that sign for Harry.

I feel like that chain, oh, I don’t know, could have been magically reinforced or something.

How does his glasses stay on? I bend over, and mine are on the floor.

Even Draco here is like, “Come on, bro.”

Snape knew he should have stayed in bed.

So, does the waterfall seen here does that fall into Hogwart’s grounds as well because that would be awesome for field trips. My love for this ancient, magical castle in the middle of nowhere is unmatched.

Where was Seamus during that challenge? I did not see him.

The picture of the woman in the far left is very striking.

The Black Lake is a huge expanse. I always think of it as kind of small, but it is massive in this movie.

The pastries in the back are floating along the table. So cool.

Mrs. Norris just chilling, waiting to see these pitiful humans embarrass themselves.

Why can’t they have healed Harry? I understand the look, but dang, people continuity.

Neville has got them shiny dancing shoes. Augusta was very pleased when Neville asked her to buy them for him.

Hermione is a queen, and she knows it.

There is that semi circle of stone again from the third film. Hmmm….

Ginny’s friends are coming in with the support. Love a squad.

There was fruit on that table. I always wondered if they got snacks and what not during the daytime, between meals.

What was the need of carriages if the ball was held at the school?

Ron waited until last minute to even try on those robes or he definitely could have worked something out.

Owl sculptures are supporting the fires here.

Krum is dumbstruck by our girl.

Somehow she loses Krum to argue with Ron.

Is that couple making out at the table?

People are dancing in the hallway?

A gaggle of girls are crying on the stairs. Every middle school dance ever.

I’m telling you, whoever designed this cemetery had a very messed up imagination.

Neville stays out all night long. It is morning coming through that window. You dog, you.

Half of the allure of going to Hogwarts is to get to become a prefect and use that bath. Let’s be honest.

Crouch Jr. hates his life right now.

All of those books are like represent my best life.

Half of those students are like, “Yeah, no, you took all my money last time.” Because let’s be real, no one bet on Harry, and Fred and George scored big time.

Those top tiered placed have got to be enlarged with wizard’s space because they are quite small, and the whole school plus the two others are expected to attend each trial? Yeah, not big enough it seems.

Harry is a show off.

Seamus is wearing Hogwarts merch. Like where did he get that? A catalog? Gift shop in Hogsmeade?

You can see the merpeople’s ancient village here, or hints of it. Archways, etc.

Fleur looks legit worried here. Like Harry was right to not trust Dumbledore to ensure their safety when he can’t even tell Fleur who is out of the competition by this point that her sister is going to be okay.

Why are Fred, George, and Ginny right next to Malfoy and Co. for this shot, shouldn’t they be at odds? Or was that the best spot and neither were giving it up?  Or plain movie making reasons?

Harry is wearing a wand holster on his leg. Fanfiction writers catch all the details.

Seamus is like, “I am Harry’s hype man. I will keep him from getting hypothermia.”

Why did Hermione turn French here for that line?

Rescue….. that’s a strong word here, Dumbles.

Crouch Sr. is such an interesting character. He knows what it is like to lose a family, and he has his guard up because of that. Their story and their family is so interesting to me for some reason.

I think that’s the closest that Crouch Jr. gets to breaking character.

If you were born in the nineties you had at least one of those jackets that Hermione is wearing here, and if you had more, you had them in several colors.

Who bewitched Mad-eye’s eye? It is a very powerful magical object in its own right, right?

Please see my post about Sirius and Azkaban.

As soon as Snape is mentioned Crouch puts his head in his hands because he knows Dumbledore is going to have to have a say.

Dumbledore is looking so closely at the details that he misses the bigger picture in Harry’s dreams and Moody’s actions.

It’s so weird that Snape has a storage area for ingredients near Dumbledore’s office. I bet that Snape has several storage areas spread throughout the castle.

Snape could have just looked inside Harry’s mind, and be done with it, but no….because plot.

Neville is carrying yet another plant behind the trio here.

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle are so carefree here that you almost forget that the happiness of youth that they have at Hogwarts is about to go extinct just like Harry and his friends. All of the kids in this story face a sharp change in perspective after this book.

I like that Harry has fake Moody, Krum has Karkaroff, Fleur has Madame Maxime, but Cedric has his dad because he gets to say goodbye to him.

The maze is just a massive headgame.

Do you think the reason that Fleur ultimately becomes close enough to Krum to ask him to her wedding is because Krum sought her out and made serious recompense for him being imperioused while in the maze?

They are just resorting to brute strength there at the end. The maze making them forget that they are capable wizards. A jelly legs jinx probably would have had much the same effect.

Angel statues I get, but this big dementor, grim looking thing holding the bones of Voldemort’s father. I just don’t get it.

Cedric gave Peter a chance to speak or stop, but Peter again took the cowards way out, and blasted Cedric before he really had a chance to fight back. What a punk bitch.

I’m glad that you are forced to choke your own self Peter because you deserve it.

Voldemort’s transformation here is both stunning and horrible.

The Death Eaters come out of the Dark Mark’s mouth.

Their masks here are different then the ones used earlier in the morning.

Voldemort is snatching their weaves here, and I love it. Stupid klan robe wearing wizard Nazis.

Voldemort puts his foot on Cedric’s face. Like, son, you need to pay for that privilege.

A lot of the Death Eaters here look like they have like staffs. I don’t understand.

A Death Eater in the background is litearlly clapping when Voldemort makes Harry bow, like get a hold of yourself, Hershel.

The statue, again, in the background presents such a striking image as the two duel.

The spell that Crouch Jr. urged Harry to learn is the one that saved Harry.

Harry just wanting to physically protect Cedric’s body with his own. Just heartbreaking.

I’ll never not sob when I hear Amos Diggory sob, “That’s my son! That’s my boy!”

Fred and George look to follow Crouch Jr. and Harry out. Do they tip off the professors?

Doesn’t Crouch know what it is like to stand in Voldemort’s presence? He was just babysitting the man, I mean, dang. Fangirling is one thing, but you have business to handle.

Don’t insult my Neville. I will throw down.

The mirrors are gone at this point. It looks like Crouch has almost packed up because he knows that he will no longer be needed.

Not his blood, ahhhhh!!!!!

Snape puts such flourish into his casting. That scene at the carriages earlier in this film. He looks like he is rearing back away from Karkaroff, but he is merely preparing to cast one fanciful, flourish of a hex on the man.

Just stick your face in the crazy Death Eater’s face, Harry. Great thinking. No wonder Snape doesn’t hold your intelligence in high regard.

We don’t get one look at Professor Sprout. This boy’s Head of House?

Look at all that magical cooperation, and yet, none of this was used in book seven, or any book after except for mentioning Fleur married Bill, and Harry learned a little tidbit about the Deathly Hallows symbol from Krum.

I love this film. It is stunning, and truly made me a diehard HP fan. I don’t think I will ever really tire of it.

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A Werewolf Telling

Remus entrance in Hogwarts after more of a decade was... awkward to say the least. Dumbledore requested him to become a DADA teacher 3 months ago. Seeing him after all that had happened... well, let's say it wasn't the best display of all time. Not longer a teenager nor a young whole and happy man, it was too much for Dumbledore and for Remus to bear. Too many memories, too many tears and desperate cries, too many broken dreams... a broken heart too. The young man was now a man but there was so many things missing in him. The sparkle once in his eyes, that sparkle only present in company of his friends... in company of-

Dumbledore stopped himself there. He, better than any other could understand the pain Remus felt. Losing not only his friends, his family, but also losing the love of a man he knew... he thought he knew.

After hours of quite intense discussion, Remus accepted. He managed to say yes because Dumbledore promised (again) to do everything in his power to help him with his transformations. Plus, Severus Snape was now a Potions teacher and he could manage to prepare him Wolfbane Potion (under Dumbledore's orders, of course) so... that was an improvement Remus couldn't deny.

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The day he arrived at King's Cross and saw the scarlet train, he felt like an eleven year old all over again. He swallowed hard because those memories always came along with other three kids in it. A bespectacled boy with messy hair, another chubby and witty one and-

Remus sighed. After all these years, after all the hurt and pain. The hate. His heart still beat like a fucking drum at the mere thought of that kid with mischievous grey eyes and a smirk worth to make his knees go weak. He didn't want to think, not in those kids, not in what happened 13 years ago, not in anything.

However, he hadn't expected what came after he fell asleep in the compartment he choose for his ride. Harry. James and Lilly's Harry. His "nephew", there with other two friends. The last time he saw him was on James' birthday. He was still wearing diapers. Harry, this 13 year old Harry, was so much like his father. The same messy hair, complexions and even the height. Now, his eyes were another thing. Lily's eyes. But not only that, he inherited his mom's eye shape and fierce gaze, the one that leaves no room for discussion.

It felt like years of repressed emotions melt away as soon as Harry laid his eyes on him. He no longer called him 'ncle Mo'oy, but Professor Lupin. Remus hoped a tiny part of Harry could recognize him but he was happy to be part of his life again.

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Once he entered the castle and establish himself in his new dorm, he went downstairs to the Great Hall. He took no more than two steps down, when a voice behind him stopped him in his tracks

'Remus?'

He froze. And very slowly he turned around. There were already tears in his eyes.

'Poppy?'

The medi-witch whimpered and approached to him till there was only her arms around him. Remus was shocked and speechless.

'I thought I'll never see you again' she sobbed in his chest 'I was worried sick about you and what might had happened to you after-'

Remus caught off her mumbling and embrace the other woman tightly against him. Madam Pomfrey was probably the only other person who treated him like a son while in school. He never stopped himself to think how much he missed her until that moment.

'Oh, dear' Poppy mumbled taking a step back and scanning the werewolf 'look at you'. She gently placed a hand in Remus' cheek and smiled softly 'you promised to contact me... and you didn't, you silly boy'

Remus felt the heat of his cheeks grow a little after those words. He wanted to say he was no longer a boy, that he did pretty well all these years. But he knew he couldn't lie to her (he suck at lying too).

'I know, I'm sorry. I'm here now, am I?'

Pomfrey's gave a disapproving look and quickly smiled back.

'Why don't we go to dinner now, dear?'

***

'Sirius Black has escaped from Askaban' Dumbledore said in a usual neutral voice. Remus knew quite well the meaning behind those words.

'Why should I care?'

'I just thought you should know' the headmaster narrowed his eyes just a slightly bit. Remus wouldn't fall for it.

'I'm sorry, Professor, but I suppose the only concern we all should have right now is how we can protect the students and-'

'You think he might want to break into the school?'

'I- I'm not... I just-' Remus passed a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration 'Maybe he'll come after Harry'

Both men stayed in silence for what felt like an eternity.

'We'll take the precautions needed' said Dumbledore at least.

Remus couldn't reply, not even if he wanted to.

***

'Spotted in Hosgmeade'

Remus read the sentence over and over again. He was close, so close... and so far away.

'Fuck' the tears were coming. Why now? What did he wanted? Harry? Him? Everyone to just die? He threw the paper away and screamed in the isolated dorm.

'No, no, no, nO, NO, NO, FUCK NO'

His heart ached; he repeated to himself that he hated Black, that his very existence was a waste of space, that he didn't need him in his life. He didn't need those fucking gorgeous eyes or that stupid smirk. He definitely didn't love him. Not anymore. Not since he was 21.

'...fuck’

And Remus laughed. A weak and dull laugh. He was alone in that room, no other than him. He could lie to himself all the wanted but he knew that if that man walked through that same door at that same moment... he'll throw himself in the flames of hell for a second with Sirius. And he hated himself for that.

***

'He broke into school. He was here, for Merlin's sake!' Remus exploded.

Minerva Mcgonagall and Madam Pomfrey shared a concern look. Remus Lupin wasn't the kind of person who would... break down. But knowing the past Sirius and Remus shared so many years ago...

'Remus Lupin, you need to calm down now' Mcgonagall said with a sharp command. That was not the way to deal with this situation.

He stopped passing around the empty classroom and looked at the two women.

'Remus?' Pomfrey tried with a less aggressive approach 'Remus, dear, I know this must be difficult for you...'

'Difficult?' Snapped Remus 'Just difficult? Yeah, because for the past 13 years my life has been a fucking dream'

'Remus!' Mcgonagall's voice echoed all through the classroom to Remus' core 'There's no need for such... colorful... language' she cleared her throat in a attempt to recompose herself 'We are aware that your life has not been that simple' Remus snorted lowly but Mcgonagall ignored it 'Now, is not the time for meltdowns. We must take responsibility over our students and protect each one of them' she saw how Remus' was starting to fidge again and sighed 'Remus, we can't change the past not the horrible things that happened. However, we can improve our future and make the best out of it. You have the power to keep looking forward or getting stuck in your past'

Remus hadn't notice she approached to him until he felt a gentle hand over his shoulder.

Our decisions define us. Well, that's some fucked up philosophy to be honest.

***

That night he couldn't sleep at all. His mind kept bringing him memories about simpler times. Times full of color and joy. Despite living in such a dark time, he got his friends and lover by his side. They really thought they'd be able to make it. How innocent one can be at such a young age. That was until the bad seed was planted. Everything went downhill after that. The simpler times were gone, as well as the trust and confidence. He couldn't blame them for not trusting him (he wouldn't either). Because it had been Sirius after all.

Remus' heart skipped a beat at the thought of him.

'Really? After all these years...' he whispered to himself.

***

It hadn't been him. It hadn't been him, it had been Peter. Fucking Pettigrew.

Sirius laid in the floor beneath him looking desperate and somehow relieved Remus figured it out. He wanted to cry and laugh and curse and fucking scream but now it wasn't the time. The intensity of Sirius grey eyes, ranking him from head to toe was burning him alive.

And in that moment, Remus decided that yeah, if he already scorched quite a bit for Sirius in his youth, he'll fucking die in flames again for him.

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ALL RIGHT!! Hey, there I'm Julie. So, I wanna say a couple of things now that I have your attention:

First of all, this is my first time posting something I write on my own so you probably feel the stress too,huh and to make things worse English isn't even my first language *finger guns* What I'm trying to say is sorry if there're mistakes and all that because this whole situation gave me a lot of anxiety lol

Second, imma wolfstar trash, bitch. Lol Alright, so this whole idea started as some weird day dream I had about Remus and Madam Pomfrey (completely inspired btw by @captofthesswolfstar and her 💖A-MA-ZING💖 fic WWI) and well, let's say I carried away. I love to think how Remus must had felt in his return to Hogwarts and also dealing with Sirius all over again. He's a chill dude but Mcgonagall and Pomfrey know him very well and I know he trusted them enough to y'know break down.

Third, I wanna give a H U G E thank you to my friend @wavesofjoyy for helping me out and correcting this mess. You're fucking awesome I love you.

Fourth and hopefully lastly, I really hoped you enjoyed this little thing I made. If everything goes well, I might share other things related to wolfstar, who knows? Thanks in advance everyone💕

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Rivals (Part 2) Harry Potter!au

TOMXREADER!wizards

(1,703 words)  Warnings: Swearing, spells

A/N: This part has taken me so long to make again it will because I really wanna do Harry Potter justice. All of the spells in the imagine come from an official website So if I used some wrong please tell me. Thanks for the moodboard @kingquackdaddy   BTW I’m so close to 200 kittens (i’ve tried posting this like 3 times it won't show up on the page HELP)

Masterlist  Requests  Part One

The sound of someone rummaging through a bag of candy startled you awake, opening your eyes the brightness of the world shocked your senses “Hey, you're awake.” Mary giggled wrist deep in a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans “What…happened” you ask sitting up hissing in pain as a horrible pain shoots through your arm “You fell off your broom” Mary says putting a pillow under your back “No, I was knocked off, I’ve pulled that move off one thousand times, it was him…wasn’t it?” you growl grabbing a jelly bean “I told you he was competitive.” She said shyly as Madam Pomfrey waddles over “How are you feeling, dear?” looking over your arm she mutters a little spell under her breath making the pain go away. “Better now.” You smile as she grabs you robes from the drawer “No rigorous activity till that heals, that means no…” “Don’t say it” you interrupt sighing sadly “No quidditch” she coos walking away

The rest of the day went by slowly that was until study hour, a loud flap echoes through the great hall as a hawk lands on Toms book with a loud screech. “Hey, their birdy” he chuckles as his friend point to you “She’s trained to catch snakes.” You snap poking Tom in the shoulder “Wrong house love” his voice arrogant “look I’m sorry you can’t keep your hands on your broom, but that’s not my fault.” He smirks “Why you little…” you stop yourself “You might think that your little stunt put me out for the season, it didn’t.” you growl storming off

“you sure you’re alright, sweetheart,” your mother asks over the mirror “yes, mother. You don’t have to come, it’s just a broken arm. Madam Pomfrey is healing it daily for me.” “So, what are you gonna do about that boy?” her voice changed from mother to teenage girl in a matter of seconds “What can I do? I can’t prove he did anything” “You could turn him into a rat and let Aya play with him.” You mother laughs “MOM!” you shout in disbelief “Kidding, kidding maybe, no kidding. You’ll get through this don’t worry. I have to go someone’s here. Be good, love you” “Love you,” you say before closing the mirror and placing into your pocket.

A gust of cold wind swept over the roof as you stared at the moon petting Aya. She hisses in your arms as the door you the roof opens and Tom walks out tip of his wand shining bright “Nox” he whispers and the light fizzles out “What do you want?” you ask not giving him a second glance “I wanted to apologize, I’m not usually an ass, I was just doing that so…” he looks at the ground “What” turning you look at him “Why when is come to me are you a huge div” “because my friends were there” “That gives you the right” you snap stomping over to him “to be a horrible person, what if I was killed? What if I would have gone flying into the crown? What if…” “But you didn’t” he cuts you off “That’s not the point, you div” you snarl “calm down, love.” He smiles. Why was his smile so cute you hated that it made you want to forgive him “I understand where your coming from and I’m sorry” squinting your eyes “and” sighing he laughs “and I was a huge div, who got too competitive and shouldn’t have said those things about you” he smiled again and you finally gave in “Fine walk me back to my dorm. Aya!” swooping down the hawk changes into a small monkey that sits on your shoulder pulling out his wand he flicks it in the air “Lumos” a small bead of light appears on the tip of his hand. Holding out his arm he asks “Shall we” jumping down from your shoulder Aya lands on his arm and scratches her head ‘We shall” you say walking to the door.

Snowflakes floated in the air as the cold air of winter nipped at your exposed skin. “See you after the holiday,” Mary said passing you in the courtyard “Happy Christmas” you shout after her walking back into the castle. Reaching your hand deep into your handbag you pull out a small jar of grey powder. Footsteps on the stone floor snaps your attention to Tom walking over to you. “Aren’t you going home for Christmas?” you ask as he stands next to you “No” Tom says sadly “what about your parents? ”They don’t actually know I’m here” he sighed looking at his shoes “What? Aren’t they worried sick?” you say putting a hand on his shoulder “Maybe, or they’re just happy their freak of a son is out of their hair” Joining him looking at the floor feeling a little bad for him. Just a few months ago you wanted to push him off the roof, but now after getting you know him a little better you realize he’s isn’t that bad. “You know? I could use some help at the shop.” Sheepishly you hold up the jar of grey powder “Floo Powder?” Tom asks as you shove him into the fireplace in front of you “Just say… Ollivander’s” swallowing hard you pour a bit of powder into his hand “Are you sure?” nodding he stands as straight as he can in the small fireplace “Ollivander’s” he shouts throwing the powder at his feet. Tom is quickly engulfed in green flames, disappearing. Repeating his actions, you feel a small bit of warmth on your skin before stepping out of a tall fireplace in a crowded attic.

“Home sweet home” you cough waving away dust in the air. “Come on, let's get the shop open.” You say rushing to the little hatch in the floor “Wait, you were being serious about the whole needing help at the shop?” Tom scoffed “Why else would I have invited you” winking you open the hatch and jump down.

A small old woman wearing tattered robes steps in “Costumer” Tom says from his spot on a high latter, stocking wands. “Good morning Miss Wheeler, your wand is ready just give me one second,” You say stepping into the workshop. “Good morning,” Tom says wiping the dust off his hands “You’re new,” she says leaning on the counter “Holiday helper” Tom jokes as you walk in with an old wand box. Placing it on the counter the old women slowly opens the box gasping when she sees the slim piece of wood. “It’s so beautiful,” she says weakly tears brimming in her eyes “How much?” she asks pulling out a small brown coil bag “Five silver” shooting you a confused look Tom keeps his mouth shut. Paying the woman extends her gratitude leaving the shop cradling the box. “A wand like that is at least five GOLD,” Tom says as you put the money away “It was her husband’s wand, it burned in a fire. It’s all she has of him.” A shrill scream from outside raises Tom from his chair, running outside you see three large men crowding the old woman. One trying to pry the wand from her grasp.

Pulling out his wand Tom points at the nearest man “Stupefy” he yells sending the man flying down the cobblestone streets. Turning to the pair of you the other men raise their wands “Back off kids and we won’t hurt you.” Flicking your wand at the smaller man her defects the quick spell shooting another at you, dodging it the men begin walking towards you “Confundo” Tom snaps flourishing his wand striking one man in the chest making him stumble and fall over grabbing his head “Why you little” one says raising his wand “Expelliarmus” you snap making his wand fly from his hand, “Accio” he screams as his wand flies back to his hand turning his attention to you he smirks “Everte Statum” feeling a rush of pressure you are flung back into a stack of boxes. Hearing a loud ringing your vision goes blurry for a moment seeing Tom fighting the man off he uses a spell to rocket the man down the street. Slowly raising to your feet, you notice the man Tom had charmed was free of the spell and was pointing his wand at you. Looking at your wand on the ground you freeze as the large man flicks his wrist “Sectumsempra” he shouts at you. Running and sliding on his feet Tom is hit with the brunt of the spell. Falling to the ground you hear the woman shout some spell you count quite make out. The tip of her wand was spewing white flames scaring the men off.

Grabbing your wand, you look back to Tom, gasping at the sight of him you rush to his side. A series of small gashes were visible on his exposed skin. Blood soaked through his shirt as he gasped for air writhing in pain. Closing your eyes, you think hard for a moment. waving your wand over his body “Vulnera Sanentur” you mutter as the blood slowly begins to disappear. Gripping your arm, he breathes in deeply sitting up with a jolt “Are you okay” he pants checking you for injuries. “Thanks for the save,” you say brushing his curls from his face “You could have died, I sure as hell didn’t know that spell you did.” “A lot of time in the infirmary you catch a few things” you joke helping him up hissing in pain. “Your arm” he snaps grabbing your hand leading you back into the shop.

“There all better” Tom says closing the first aid kit “Thank you,” you say as he puts it back in a cabinet. Walking over to you he looks deeply into your eyes “It was nothing” he says. Getting lost in his eyes you grab his collar and smash his lips against yours. For a moment he tenses but soon relaxes into the kiss and his hand finds its way to the back of your neck. Breaking the kiss, he presses his forehead against yours “I should save you more often” grinning you kiss him again.

[mchanv]

(DFYaH) Chapter 9: Overhearing

[Originally on AO3]

Summary: I’ve always wondered what Draco Malfoy’s side of the Harry Potter saga was, that’s how I came up with this idea. It is not possible at all to be canon, due to the inability of certain magical items in the story. It runs alongside the books very closely, so some dialogue or actions can come directly from them.       Draco Malfoy goes to Hogwarts for his first year. After being sorted into Slytherin and the night had fallen, a strange silvery bird gives him a message. The bird, seemingly a Phoenix, belongs to Albus Dumbledore, his Headmaster, who gives Draco a book upon his arrival in his office that same night. Draco has no idea what the book meant, but decides to go through with what Dumbledore has asked of him.

Ship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood (background)

Genre: Adventure/Romance

Word count: 2,072

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That troll was a surprise, Draco had to admit, but there was no time to sit around. With Hallowe’en behind and November started, the first match of the Quidditch season was getting close. It would be between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Gryffindor had a new, quite interesting Seeker Draco was sure of would play. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Draco was excited to see him play a real match.

    Now, it was the last Potions lesson before the match the next day, and Draco decided to play with Potter a bit more. He stood, waiting for him, in front of the classroom, Pansy Parkinson to his right for emotional support, Crabbe and Goyle to his left for physical support. Potter had just walked around the corner and was nearing the classroom, his usual cronies, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, at his sides. As they neared and saw Draco, Potter tried his best to ignore him. Weasley made a nasty face and Granger just frowned.

    Draco, however, only smirked. He took a step forward from where he was leaning against the wall and rounded on the trio. “So, Potter,” he started, sneering amused. “Think you’re ready for tomorrow? Suppose you practiced a lot, huh, wouldn’t want to disappoint your oh so faithful followers...”

    “Sod off, Malfoy,” Weasley immediately came to his defence, the annoying git. Granger’s frown deepened while Potter’s face stayed neutral.

    “And who am I to listen to poor weasels like you?” Draco shot back, giving him a quick glare before refocusing on Potter. “What? Do you want us to stand there with mattresses, ready to catch you?”

    He paused for a second to look the Gryffindor up and down. “Mhm,” he continued, meeting his eyes. “That would be exactly what you’d like, wouldn’t it? Your greedy, little git self wants everything for your own. Everyone has to follow your command, huh?” He finished with a smirk as he finally saw the black-head grit his teeth and frown.

    Weasley was sending him death glares and seemed ready to lunge at him right as Severus turned the corner. They made their way inside and the lesson commenced.

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The lessons of the day had ended and Draco sat in the Slytherin common room with Pansy, practicing the sunlight charm for Charms that Monday, when a first year from Draco’s dorm asked their attention. Draco recognised him as Blaise Zabini.

    “Yes?” Draco asked, almost a bit rudely. Zabini smiled at him.

    “Are you two... dating?” he asked, still smiling knowingly as if he already knew the answer.

    Then, before Draco could answer him, a frown already formed on his forehead, a third-year spoke up. “They couldn’t be,” she said matter-of-factly. “He shouldn’t be able to enter the girls’ dormitory if he was straight.”

    Draco’s stomach turned. “Are you insisting I’m gay?” he said, almost offended. His father surely wouldn’t approve of that, right? They’d disown him the second he or his mother knew. They never really spoke about it, but it would mean he wouldn’t be able to have biological children, except forced. He faintly recalled his father yelling at him, telling him to never like the same gender ever. Salazar, he had almost forgotten that one. If only he could...

    She, however, only smiled. “There’s nothing wrong with being gay, really, and I’m not saying you are. But, be honest, the only boys who have ever got to enter the girls’ dormitory were as straight as a Quaffle.” Many of the others seemed to back up this statement. Everyone just smiled, some laughed a bit. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco noticed Nott looking displeased and wondered what was up with him.

    Then, a seventh year spoke up. “It’s rarely spoken of, as it’s not something that happens daily, but it’s fully accepted in our world.” Several people nodded.

    Draco frowned, a dilemma playing in his mind. “But what about children? Two men or women can’t biologically bear children, can they?”

    The seventh year, along with more students of upper years, laughed. “Oh, the innocent! Still so young and pure!” a sixth year exclaimed, “You like Potions, don’t you? When you’re a little older, go look for a good Potions book in the library, will you?” She smiled down at him.

    Draco nodded hesitantly, a bit overwhelmed by what just happened. Pansy just gave him a smile.

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“Didn’t you know that before?” Pansy wondered a while later. They had retreated to Draco’s dorm after that whole thing had happened in the common room and the stares were getting uncomfortable.

    “No, my father never told me,” Draco responded, going to sit on his bed.

    “That’s weird. Such a traditional family and they didn’t even tell you being gay was all right,” Pansy stated, gazing out the window.

    “On the contrary,” Draco contradicted her. “My father always told me it was wrong to like the same gender.”

    “Wrong?!” Pansy shrieked. “Not telling you, all right, but telling you it’s wrong? That’s just outrageous.” Draco shrugged, hugging his knees to his chest. “Maybe he did it to protect you,” Pansy muttered, playing with a few strands of hair that had come loose from her ponytail.

    Draco laughed. “Yeah, right,” he muttered, hugging his knees even tighter and resting his chin on them. “‘Protect me,’ as if he’d ever do that.”

    “Maybe...” Pansy considered, returning her gaze to Draco. “Or maybe he just didn’t know better.”

    Draco nodded absentmindedly, his eyes eyeing the book on the bedside table. He started to reach out for it before Pansy stopped him. He looked up at her, confused. “You wouldn’t want to spoil it, right? Wait for tomorrow,” she answered his confused look.

    Draco smiled and nodded. “All right. But let’s go to sleep and make ‘tomorrow’ come soon.”

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“And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor...” Lee Jordan’s voice reached above the general noise of a crowd during a Quidditch Match, but Draco tuned it out, focusing instead on the boy flying a few metres above the others. Nothing much happened the first couple of minutes, only a few loop-the-loops from Potter when Johnson scored, also scoring to bring a smile upon his face.

    As the Gryffindors neared the posts from Slytherin again, Lee Jordan pulled everyone’s attention to the sighted Snitch. Draco sat at the edge of the bench as the two Seekers fought to be the first to reach it. He clasped a hand in front of his mouth to avoid screaming out as Marcus Flint, captain of Slytherin, blocked Potter in the middle of his dive. The crowd was chaos in those few minutes, most of them, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, but also some Slytherins, verbally attacking the fifth year. Draco noticed Wood, captain of Gryffindor, giving him a disagreeing look, but he didn’t look angry, just exaggerated.

    When everything had calmed down again, Draco hoped for a calmer end of the game. Things, however, tend not to work out all the time, as the crowd’s attention was pulled towards the Gryffindor Seeker. Draco was probably the first to notice that the boy’s broom was acting strange, but soon most people were pointing up at him.

    Draco felt his heart beat out of his chest, scared, although he’d never admit it, the boy would fall off and get hurt badly, or... die. And that nearly happened; Draco’s breath hitched as Potter held on with only one hand. He couldn’t watch this anymore. He shared a worried look with Pansy, his chest tight, before closing his eyes and tilting his head towards the ground, his hands clenched tightly at his sides.

    After what seemed like hours, Pansy nudged him, whispering, “It’s over.” He looked up to see Potter searing towards the ground, and seconds later, he had caught the Snitch. With his mouth, no less. Draco tried to look displeased that Slytherin had lost, but that wasn’t really an option. He quickly left the pitch, Pansy on his heals behind him.

    “Nice match, huh,” she commented once they were out of view from anyone.

    Draco thought different. “Well... although Potter almost died, I suppose...” he muttered. Pansy smirked.

    “Yeah, yeah. You and your Potter-obsession!” she said jokingly. Draco gave her a look and they both burst into laughter.

    They stopped abruptly as four people, three dwarfs and one giant, made their way off the pitch. Draco narrowed his eyes and quietly followed them. Pansy, after rolling her eyes, followed closely on his heals.

    They followed the trio and Hagrid up to Hagrid’s ‘house’ and hid beneath the window, out of view from those inside and those who’d exit the pitch to go towards the school. The only way they’d be seen would be if someone exited the Forest, but that was Forbidden for a reason.

    As they crouched, Draco signed to Pansy to keep her mouth shut before turning his attention to the open window and listening to the conversation going on inside.

    “It was Snape,” Weasley stated, Pansy and Draco shared a disbelieving look. “Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn’t take his eyes off you.” At this, Draco’s disbelieving look changed into a confused but curious one. Pansy frowned, shaking her head and shrugging.

    “Rubbish.” The voices continued; this time, it was Hagrid speaking. “Why would Snape do somethin’ like that?” The two hidden Slytherins shared another look, one of agreement this time. That’s right, Draco thought. Severus would never try to kill Potter, even though he hates him.

    “I found out something about him,” Potter started suddenly. Draco perked up and strained his ears to listen better, ignoring Pansy’s inaudible sigh and head-shake. “He tried to get past that three-headed dog at Hallowe’en. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it’s guarding.”

    He finished, and Pansy and Draco shared another look. This is important, it seemed to say. They heard a soft thump before Hagrid spoke up again. “How do you know about Fluffy?”

    “Fluffy?” Potter exclaimed, voicing both his and probably Pansy’s thoughts.

    “Yeah — he’s mine,” he continued, “bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las’ year — I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the—“

    “Yes?” Potter urged eagerly.

    “Now, don’t ask me any more. That’s top secret, that is.”

    “But Snape’s trying to steal it.” Draco and Pansy shook their heads.

    “Rubbish,” Hagrid insisted. “Snape’s a Hogwarts teacher, he’d do nothin’ of the sort.”

    “So why did he just try and kill Harry?” Granger cried. Draco noticed Pansy unconsciously biting her bottom lip. What was up with that?

    “I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I’ve read all about them!” Granger continued, and Pansy focused even more on her words than the others’. “You’ve got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn’t blinking at all, I saw him!”

    “I’m tellin’ yeh, yer wrong!” Hagrid almost bit, Pansy returned to normal. That would be something Draco could have some fun with. “I don’ know why Harry’s broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn’ try an’ kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of yeh — yer meddlin’ in things that don’ concern yeh. It’s dangerous. You forget that dog, an’ you forget what it’s guardin’, that’s between Professor Dumbledore an’ Nicholas Flamel—“

    “Aha!” Potter exclaimed triumphantly, sharing Draco’s thoughts. “So there’s someone called Nicholas Flamel involved, is there?” After Potter said that, they heard chairs move inside the hut and the trio left, looking even more ecstatic than after they’d won the match.

    Draco and Pansy left soon after, deciding to put it off for the day and talk about it the next. That afternoon, Draco finished all his work on the book up until the last chapter added: Chapter eleven, Quidditch, and went to bed late that night, laying awake and straining his mind to remember something, anything, about a Nicholas Flamel. But he couldn’t recall hearing the name before then.

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(Text Copyright © 2020 MChanV)

[awriterincrime]

Committed : Part Three (Harry Hook)

Prompt : Aaliyah(reader), the daughter of Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen, is arranged a husband to maintain the legacy of Maldonia. What she didn’t expect was who she would be arranged with.

Warnings : Cursing?

A/N : So I somehow got chapter 3 done! I was actually inspired by a post I saw in the Harry Hook tag, and I make reference to it in the chapter! So if you want to see what imt talking about (its a map)) click here! It was someone else’s idea, so all credit goes to them ! I just adapted on it.And thank you to everyone who sends me lovely messages it honestly makes my week. If you like the chapter, please message me your feedback! What you like, what you don’t like, what you want to see in the next chapter. I need to know!

Part 1 / Part 2

Get out. Get out right now.

Those were the few words running through Aaliyah’s head as she frantically scattered the dark alleys of the Isle. She was cold, alone, and roaming one of the most dangerous islands to ever be inhabited. Fun.

Wandering alone in the middle of the night didn’t seem safe, but she didn’t have much of a choice. It was all a mistake, coming to the Isle to meet Harry. She should’ve listened to Evie and stayed with her on Auradon. Maybe she wouldn’t have been caught up in this mess. Her little adventure was over, and all she wanted was to be home.

Her whole body ached after the fight. A harsh pulse flew through each muscle in her body, and she had one agonizing headache. She never has to push herself that far in training with Lonnie, but a fight for her life was anything but a simple sparring match. Every step felt like knives being pressed into her skin, but she kept trudging on.

“Just get to the bridge.” She muttered to herself, dragging her feet from behind. If she could get to Auradon by morning, maybe she would be able to get to the dorms before Evie woke up and her little ‘adventure’ would be a distant memory.

Following some old signs to the Pier, Aaliyah found herself back where she had started earlier that day, yet something was missing.

“No, no, no.” Her soft cries grew into screams as she frantically searched for her bike she had left behind. Her plan to lock and hide it behind the dumpster has ultimately been foiled by someone pathetic thieves.

“Fuck.” There was no way she was getting home to Auradon anytime soon.

Being on lookout was one of the most annoying jobs for Harry. It wasn’t exciting or thrilling at all. Not like training where Harry was at his prime. Using his sword to fight off Gil, or terrorizing the new recruits that dared to come on the ship that day was the highlight of his day. But now, he was slugging across the Isle, just looking for trouble.

However, his focus wasn't on the job today, but a girl. Harry couldn't even help but drift his thoughts back to the stranger he had met the night before. No, not a stranger. Lia. He recalled every moment of her slicing at dangerous pirates with ease, and the way she looked at him when he stood close to her. His heart had never beaten so fast. He kept his confident facade on for her, but inside he was melting. She pulled him in, and didn’t know why.

He had stayed up all night, staring down the double doors of the Fish and Chip shop, anxiously waiting for her to step in. Imagining all the things he would say to her, the angry look in her eyes when she tried to fight him for her necklace back. He wanted that so badly, but had no idea why. It wasn't until Gil woke him from his unexpected slumber on one of the dining tables the next morning that he realized she was a no show.

He expected himself to be upset, angry even. How could his plan to lure her in not have worked? Maybe she had outsmarted him somehow and was planning her revenge. Either way, Harry was even more curious now.

Uma, however, was less than pleased. The word of another stranger roaming the Isle made her feel exposed, which was probably why she had sent Harry on lookout duty. He had shown Uma the necklace he had stolen from earlier, but she wasn’t merely as impressed. She took the locket for ‘safe keeping’, she told Harry. He didn’t mind though, the more he looked at it, the more he got lost in his thoughts and he didn't need the distraction.

And now here he was, stuck on the main pier of the Isle, staring at the grimy black water that surrounded them. The Isle was nothing spectacular, it was barely a home. It as a prison. It was no secret that everyone wanted off the Isle, even him.

Across that murky water was Auradon, the most beautiful place on Earth. At least, in comparison to the Isle.  Stories had been told about the beauty of Auradon. As a boy, Harry and his friends would pretend they could cross the bridge and live like true princes and princesses. But as years passed, he knew that dream would stay just a dream.

As he walked, Harry stumbled to the side, tripping over what he thought was a log on the sandy beach. He looked down to see a person, curled into a tiny ball. “Aye!” He shouted, moving to kick the still figure before quickly stopping himself. It wasn’t just any person, it was her.

“Lia?” Harry kneeled down to her sleeping body, softly tugging on the hem of her shirt. She shifted slightly under the newspapers that were covering her like a blanket. The Isle was freezing at night, and she was barely covered. Harry noticed her shoes and the cuffs of her jeans were soaked in mucky sea water, the crashing waves from under the pier must have hit her through the night.

“I don’t have any money,” She muttered in a sleepy tone, rolling over and turning her back to Harry. “Go away.”

Harry smiled to himself, tapping her sleeping body again, this time waking her.

Her body shifted again, this time sitting up from her slumber. She rubbed her sand covered face, her sleepy eyes meeting with Harry's. Her sand coated hair fell onto her shoulders, a knotted mess from her rough night. She was fairly pale from what Harry deduce as a lack of food and a proper sleep.

“Harry.” Her deadpan voiced brought the pirate back from his daze. She knew his name. “What do you want?”

“Lovely to see you as well, lass.” He mimicked her actions, standing up from the sandy beach. Harry’s eyes followed her as she stood from the dusty ground. The sight of her attempting to comb through her knotted mane with her fingers made Harry smile. How could one who has slept on the ground all night still look so astonishing? He pushed away the thought away with a shake of his head, feeling a bit dumbfounded by it.

“I’m disappointed you missed our date last night. You know it's rude to ignore an invitation.”

She brushed off her dirt covered clothes, responding to Harry with an attitude. “I don’t usually date guys who hold me captive.”

“From what I recall darling,” Harry said playfully, tapping her cheek lightly. “I saved you.”

She rolled her eyes, walking away from the pirate. She didn't seem to have any certain direction, just wanting to get away. Though Harry wasn’t going to let her go that easily. Quickly chasing after the mysterious girl, he rushed to her side, following in her quick stride.

It was strange to see someone so resistant to Harry's charm. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been able to allure women and men with it, but not her. He liked a challenge though, and she seemed to be one.  

“Why are you resting here?” Harry questioned, motioning to her temporary living space. “Surely the Doctor would find you something, eh?”

“I’m a big girl.” She growled, making Harry jump with delight.  “I can take care of myself.”

“I see.” Harry nodded, keeping in step with her quick stride. “So, where are you staying tonight?”

Her face folded as she tried to think of an answer, but Harry could tell.

“I'll just find another place to crash.” She seemed unsure about herself, but gave off a confident presence. “I'll stay at the Inn.”

Harry’s grin had formed into a frown at the mention of the Inn. It was a known spot for Sylvester’s crew, and if they attacked her once, they’d do it again. Harry's enraged instincts got the best of him as he stepped in front of Lia, stopping her in her tracks.

“No.” He grabbed the wrist of her sleeve, pulling her back into his chest. Her eyes gazing deeply into his made him almost speechless. He didn’t know why he had grabbed her, it was instinct. She was the first girl to ever make him nervous. Not even Uma made him feel this way.

“I mean, stay here.” He breathed, surprising himself with his force. “With me.”

He watched as her eyes widen, slowly processing this suggestion.

“No, thanks.” She scoffed, pulling her hand back from his grasp. “I'll take my chances at the Inn.”

Stubborn. He needed something to get her out of it. “Well, how do you plan to pay for your night with no money?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but soon realized her predicament. “I don't know...”

“Then, I don't believe you have much a choice, love.” He pointed to her soaked shoes and messy clothes.

She sighed, succumbed to his suggestion. “So where do you live?”

Harry’s quarters weren’t anything more than Aaliyah had expected. The room was small, grimy and old. It was barely a room, honestly. With only one porthole window that looked out into the horizon, a claustrophobic feeling was inescapable.

It was fairly empty, only a small bed, desk and a few of his belongings. His closet had some fairly ripped shirts and pants and a couple damaged swords from over the years. The dry smell of ship water and rotting fish had filled the room, making it harder to breathe. Aaliyah coughed at the feeling of dust filling her lungs as she stepped in the room.

“You would think the Captain’s donkey would have a better place to live than this.” Aaliyah quipped at Harry before entering the small barracks.

“I’m sorry the room isn’t up to your glorious standards.” Harry mocked, rolling his eyes as he pushed her further along into the room. “The cleaning lady missed her appointment last week.”

Aaliyah folded her arms against her chest, leaning her body against the splintered door frame. She watched as Harry walked around the room, placing his hook on a small broken desk. From the wear and tear of the place, it seemed he had been living in such a hovel for years now.

“So, am I to make myself at home?”

Harry grinned at her sarcasm, nodding his head. “This is home now.”

She frowned, her thoughts flashing back to her dorm in Auradon. “Well, I don't intend to stay long.”

“That's disappointing, darling.” Harry said with a familiar grin. “We were just getting acquainted.” He added, pulling off his large pirate coat and placing it in his closet, exposing his war torn skin.

Aaliyah’s eyes trailed on the injured pirates body. His thin white t-shirt could barely cover the scars that encased his bare skin. Mangled lines of inflamed and bruised skin traced the lines on his skin. Some cuts looked fresh, dried blood stains still brushing the surface. Other had history, or so she assumed. A large brown scar traced from the top of Harry’s shoulder to his lower hip, skeptically forming the shape of a hook. It was too deep for him to have done to himself, it had to have been someone else.

But what caught her eye was the tattooed map that covered his entire back. The map stretched across almost the entire world, or at least what had been discovered. She noticed small checks and X marks that she assumed marked sunken treasure. It was beautiful, stretching farther than anything the Isle and Auradon had ever seen.

“I could give you a picture if you want to keep staring, lass.” Harry spoke as he turned around, interrupting the silence. Aaliyah’s face flushed, turning her face away from his boasting smile.

“What’s the map for?” Aaliyah asked, trying to avoid further embarrassment. She watched carefully as Harry’s face fell. His childish grin had disappeared and was replaced with somber grimace. She could tell he was in deep thought as his gaze left hers, staring down at the creaky floorboards.

“It was my father’s.” Harry muttered, shoving his swords aside in frustration. “It was supposed to be his big score. Millions in gold pieces.”

“Ok, then where is it?”

“I don’t know. He never returned.” Harry sat down on his small bed frame, his arms resting comfortably in his lap. He was biting at his cheek nervously. He tried to hide the pain, but wasn't doing a very good job at it. She could tell he was recalling whatever memory over in his mind.

Slowly, she made her way over to him, placing herself beside his stiff figure on the bed. “What happened?”

“It was a trip gone bad. He had gone on so many others like it, but the storms were unforgiving that night.” Harry’s hands had clenched into a fist, his body softly shaking in pain.

“I was only a lad when he left. My mother had left years ago, it was just him and I. I told him, begged him not to go, but all he cared about was the damned treasure. It was supposed to set him for life. He was only supposed to be gone for two weeks, but no one has heard from him since.” His confident demeanor was far gone now, and an innocence had overtaken. Aaliyah felt she were talking to the small child Harry had described sadly sitting on the pier, waiting for his father to come home.

“Harry,” Aaliyah spoke soft enough for just him to hear. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, feeling his pain. “I’m so sorry.”

“Aye, I don’t need your pity, lassie.” He grunted, pushing her hand off his shoulder. She noticed the flush in his cheeks, and the redness in his eyes. “You asked. I answered.”

“Fine.” Aaliyah huffed, stepping away from the enraged pirate. The two stayed silent for a while. Aaliyah couldn’t tell if Harry was truly mad or just embarrassed by his vulnerability. It made sense to Aaliyah though. She felt strangely comfortable with the pirate, even with his hook to her throat. She felt safe.

Harry spoke first. “Where are you headed to in such a rush?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Nowhere certain.” A damn lie.

He nodded, seemingly skeptical. “That's too bad. The Isle would enjoy someone like you.”

“I'm surprised you would leave without your necklace, though.” Harry added. Aaliyah's hand traced up to her neck, feeling the empty spot that previously carried her locket. She had completely forgotten about it.

“Oh,” she paused. “Well, I could always come back for it.”

“Ah, so you wish to visit me again?”Harry said with a grin. Aaliyah rolled her eyes, shoving the pirate in the shoulder playfully.

“Only for the necklace.” She said sternly as Harry laughed, smiling at her.

“So,” Aaliyah started, clearing the strange tension in the air. “Where am I supposed to sleep?”

Harry patted softly on the creaky bed beneath him. “Right here, darling.”

“Oh no,” Aaliyah shook her head vigorously. “I'm not sleeping with you.”

“Well, I hadn’t asked but..” Harry’s eyes wandered up and down her figure before letting out a hearty laugh. Aaliyah crossed her legs in embarrassment.

“Gross.” She muttered, placing her hands on her hips.

“Aye, there’s always the ground, princess.” Harry joked, motioning toward the infested ship floor. Aaliyah could see the small bugs crawling in and out of the floorboards, and the dried blood stains that she wanted to avoid thinking about.

“God, I hate this.” Aaliyah sighed, quickly climbing into the twin bed, ducking under the thin sheet. Her back was pressed against the chipping wooden boards behind her. She could feel the soft push of the ocean waves against the  deck, slowly rocking her back and forth. It was soothing.

Harry fumbled around the room for a few more minutes, awkwardly adjusting clothes and miscellaneous objects in the room. It was obvious he was avoiding going to bed, which made Aaliyah laugh inside.

“Either get in the bed, or stop making noise. I’m trying to sleep.” Aaliyah said roughly, attempting to get comfortable on the worn bed.

Aaliyah heard a soft chuckle come from Harry before feeling the springy mattress move slightly, with Harry resting beside her.

He had turned his body to face Aaliyah, their noses barely brushed against each other in the small bed. He grinned as Aaliyah rolled her eyes, stuck staring at his charming face face.

She felt a flutter in her stomach for the first time she had been with Harry. Being so close, and intimate, she couldn’t help but admire everything about him. His chiseled body was pressed against hers, barely any room to move or breathe, but she didn’t mind. The urge to run her fingers through his luscious brown locks was almost overwhelming, she had to distract herself.

“So why don’t you wear an eye patch?” Aaliyah joked, breaking their silence. His eyes squinted at her in confusion for a mere second, before he chuckled giving her a grin.

“You’re an interesting las, Lia.” His smile was as radiant as before, but now more genuine. He wasn’t smiling for himself, rather for her. She smiled back at him, she couldn’t help it.

Her heart began to flutter as she felt the soft brush of Harry’s fingertips on her hands. His hands trailed her skin softly, like he was inspecting her. It seemed so natural though, as if he didn't even know he was doing it. Every touch left an electric feeling on her skin and made her want more.

“For a villain's daughter, you’re very proper, eh?” He raised an eyebrow at her. It was more of a question than a comment. Aaliyah had almost forgotten about her incredulous lie. It’s what got her stuck in this tiny bed in the first place.

“My father likes to be clean, even if he is a villain.” Aaliyah replied, another lie adding onto her list.

Harry nodded, his fingers still trailing up and down her sides. She didn’t mind it though, it was comforting, like home.He seemed to be lost in his touch, his eyes now shut, just following the rhythm of her skin.

“Harry?” Aaliyah said softly. He merely hummed in response, clearly drifting into sleep. Aaliyah brushed the soft brown curls out of his face instinctively. His face shuddered at the first touch, mostly in surprise. The touch became comforting after a while, she watched as he sunk into it.

“Yes, darling?” His voice was low and hoarse, drifting in and out of sleep.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For taking me in.”

Harry was silent. His eyes still shut and his fingers continued to dance across Aaliyah’s skin so melodically, it felt as if he were playing a beautiful lullaby. She watched a smile grow on his face.

“Promise me something.” He said quietly, only the sound of their soft breathing could be heard over the rushing waves beneath them.

Aaliyah hesitated, a bit surprised. “I guess.”

A long pause stood between them before Harry opened his piercing blue eyes to look back at her. “Don’t leave yet.”

A/n : It’s a little slow, i know. But I hope you liked it! And feedback always helps! I’m not sure if i should continue this, lemme know. c:

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7th year Hufflepuffs

You just know that the Hufflepuff 7th years “adopt” a new 1st year (from any house) and protect them the whole year, because that child is not just some 11 year old witch or wizard, oh no- that child is the son/daughter of the graduating Hufflepuff year.

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* 7th year and Hufflepuff prefect, Gabriel Truman sits down with the rest of Hufflepuff for dinner one October evening.

* Abby Bones, one of his closest friends, is in the seat next to him practically praying to the slice of cake she was devouring.

* Gabriel, who is used to this behavior, notices a first year boy sitting at Gryffindor table. He is a little tall for his age and has dark brown hair, in his hands is a Remembrall.

* Gabriel smiles a little when he sees the wonder in the eyes of the kid who clearly has no idea what he’s forgotten.

* Then Gabriel’s happiness turns to confusion as a young Slytherin boy takes it from him and starts to mess with the kid Gabe is already so fond of.

* That’s when he (and the rest of the Hufflepuff 7th years) decided that Neville Longbottom would be their 1st year.

* Just before Christmas rolls around Neville revives a letter that says “you’re absolutely stellar Nev, and Hufflepuff is rooting for you!” -G+Co.

* Neville is of course more than surprised when he sees this but the Fat Friar later informs him about this Hufflepuff tradition and Neville is ecstatic!

* This time he was the special one and people were looking after him. It was all he could do to keep himself from telling all his new dorm mates.

* Not that is wasn’t super obvious, Hufflepuff had a blast watching over Neville. There were always at least two Hufflepuffs near Neville at anytime and every time Draco Malfoy tried to make fun of Neville Abby would just stare him down waving her wand in the air suggestively.

* Soon enough not only was Neville safe from harm he had friends, real friends. Like Ginny and Luna or Dean, Seamus, and Ron. He could even say he was friends with Harry Potter. The Harry Potter!

* Exam time was coming up for 1st years and some of his favorite times included studying for herbology with his favorite 7th years.

* One time Harry and Ron were sneaking out of the common room in the middle of the night and Neville tried to stop them. He stood up to his friends, by himself. He knew he would we okay with out his friends looking after him.

* Once they graduated things were different for Neville, but good different. He was a new Neville, a better Neville and it was thanks to their help.

* Being the loving Hufflepuffs they are many of them would still write Neville and he would reply as soon as humanly possible.

* By 6th year Neville barley had time to write to anyone. With DA and Voldemort’s return Neville’s life was different again, bad different.

* He wanted nothing more than to see his old Hufflepuff friends but now he could barley be with his friends that were in the same year as he was.

* By 7th year almost all of his friends were gone Dean, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Luna… the list goes on, but he knew he had to support the cause, fight the fight, so that good could win. And he could get revenge on Bellatrix Lestrange.

* He ended up leading Dumbledores Army that year and sent out letters to all his old friends that a war was rising and he needed help.

* He was nervous about the letters, what if they never got them, or had just ignored them; forgotten about Neville. Or worse, what if they weren’t even- no he couldn’t think that way, he had to stay confident.

* It was the battle of Hogwarts Neville was in the room of requirement standing on a chair in front of almost 60 Hogwarts students. They were ready.

* Suddenly a fourth year Gryffindor came running into the room, panting and yelling something about a bunch of adult witches and wizards all there to see Neville Longbottom.

* The room immediately broke into whispers and arguments about what to do. Neville had to keep his cool, he knew it was probably some ministry goons sent by Lucius Malfoy, to try and put a stop to D.A. But Neville made it very clear he would not let anyone stop them.

* They all cheered and yelled while Neville walked through the crowd to go see who it was.

* Nine Men and Women were all standing together talking in rushed whispers. Neville was confused, who were these people? He was too far away he couldn’t tell. He quickly sped up and that’s when he noticed.

* In their hands they weren’t clutching their wands, like most were, (because you never know when you may be attacked.) they were holding each other.

* He had only ever seen that kind of trust three times before. The first, in a picture of his parents, during the first war against Voldemort. Another time was between Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the DA during 5th year. The other time was the unspoken trust every Hufflepuff had for one another. These were no death eaters.

* As soon as he realized his fast walk became a run and he yelled “Truman!”

* One tall wizard with black hair and round glasses turned to see Neville’s dirt covered, smiling face. Nevilles stopped in his tracks a few feet in front of them all.

* “No…” Gabriel whispered but a smile began to find its way onto his face and he looked at Neville. “Neville? Little Neville Longbottom.” Almost unable to believe that this tall strong confident man was the same little insecure kid they knew all those a years ago.

* Neville smiled and gave a sheepish “yeah” not sure what to do

* Then as if they could read his mind all of them went as quickly as they could to hug Neville and get a look at how much he had grown after 7 years.

* “Oh my god Neville!” Abby managed to say between laughs of happiness. “If we had known you were going to turn out to be this good looking we would chosen some other first year!” She joked and Neville laughed.

* “I couldn’t be here with out you” he said and one of them, Elise Hart, punched his shoulder playfully “Come off it!”

* “No really.” He said emotional but serious. “I wouldn’t be who I am today without the love and support you all showed me that first year.”

* “Neville” Gabriel started to say and another one, Josh Larnam, put a hand on Gabes shoulder. “It was our pleasure.”

* Neville grinned and then said “Well, are you guys gonna fight or not?”

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(This sorta turned into like a little au but its real cute so I’ll go with it)

[gossamerglassjellyfish]

Loving Life

Since I just did a post about a lot of the shitty things that have gone on in my life, I thought I’d do another post about my life’s happier moments.

On a romantic level, I’ve done all kinds of cool things.  I’ve dated twelve guys and had serious relationships with two of them - I’ve even tried online dating.  I’ve cooked a delicious meal with a guy on Valentine’s Day, had complex philosophical and cinematic discussions with a man, ridden on the back of a guy’s motorcycle, and held hands with someone on a hilltop looking up at the stars together.  My absolute favorite date ever is once when I went with a guy to the aquarium, and we got to see a little newborn baby sea otter with its mother.

I’ve given to charities, including children’s hospitals, cancer charities, and charities that help poverty stricken people learn to grow their own food.

I’ve done all kinds of hobbies: dance, karate, ice skating, roller blading, horseback riding, and so many more.  I’ve also taken lessons in guitar, voice, and creative writing.  I’ve performed music in front of people.  I’ve been a part of feminist clubs and writer’s groups and acting camps.

I’ve taken trips -  to Washington DC and Philadelphia (where I saw the Declaration of Independence and the original Constitution), road trips all across the Western United States, Disneyland and Disneyworld trips, and a cruise I took with my family to the Bahamas (where I discovered lots of fun but also my first real taste of global poverty).  

I’ve tried camping and whitewater rafting, gone swimming and snorkeling in the ocean, been to rock concerts, had foreign pen pals, and gone on night hikes and trips to the fair.  I’ve been to comic cons and art museums alike.  I’ve gone to themed costume parties.

I stayed up at a bookstore till midnight for the release of the seventh Harry Potter book.

I was once featured in my local college chapter of Humans of New York.  At an on campus coffee shop, the barista accidentally made me two espressos instead of one.  I offered my second to a guy who turned out to be a photographer for the “Humans Of” art movement.  He took a picture of me in a pretty purple sweater and put up a quote from me talking about the undervaluing of introversion in our culture, and how sad it is that I’m judged because I spend time alone in contemplation and reading.

I’ve had two jobs: a job as an assistant librarian in high school, and then an internship as a business writer for an environmental organization during one summer in college.

On top of that, I love my family, I love my pets, and I’ve had incredible friends.  My friendships have ranged from the wife of a college professor, to a Christian waitress and bartender who wants to open her own small business, to a Goth linguistics major.

I’ve lived in several different places and gone to two different colleges.  I’ve studied not only English, social science, and philosophy, but also business and Marketing.

I would consider myself spiritual and politically involved.  I’m a Buddhist Christian and a liberal.  I meditate and pray, and often sign online petitions.  I firmly believe my vote counts.

My favorite classical novels are Jane Eyre and Frankenstein.  My favorite romantic comedy is 500 Days of Summer.  My favorite contemporary romance novels were all written by John Green.

My first kiss was when I was 21; my first boyfriend walked me back to my college dorm room door, and when I asked shyly for a kiss, he gave me a soft, chaste one.  

For senior prom, I bought a lavender ball gown and rented a white limo and went stag with my girlfriends.  Our prom took place on an old tourist trap retired aircraft carrier.  There was free candy and rides below deck, and then a dance held amid the giant hulking shapes of retired planes above-deck.  The California city lights sparkled out over the calm water.  I laughed and danced dorkily with my friends.

My 21st birthday was a quiet glass of wine at a nice Italian restaurant with some girlfriends.  I love wine - the really smooth, moist red wines are my favorite.  I also like mixed drinks.  Brandy Alexanders and French 75s are fabulous.  I love trying interesting drinks.  I’m one of those fruity, sophisticated drinkers.

I adore coffee - dark roast, strong, and black, please - and my two big vices are long, hot showers and sleeping in way too late.  I love pugs, Studio Ghibli movies, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Tim Burton in general, Harry Potter, The Beatles, My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, Paramore, Cage the Elephant, and Depeche Mode.  My favorite pop stars are Lady Gaga and Sia.  I adore strong female musicians because I still don’t think we see their example often enough.

I’m big on body positivity because I used to be so chronically underweight.  I’m the boss at loving unpopular ships.  I love all body types and both men and women, but I am physically unattracted to under confident, unhealthy, or unkind people.  I am still a virgin at 23 because it takes a long time for trust to form before I am comfortable with physical intimacy.  I believe that it is ethical to use animals for food as long as we respect the animals and give them a good, painless life.  I’m a keen science nerd, and I have a fascination with the ocean and space.  (Along with sea glass, cobwebs, witches, ghosts, and anything else mysterious.)  I love laughter, standup comedy, and ASMR videos.

Essentially, what I’m saying is, yes a lot of the things in my life have sucked.  But I still love life.  I’m in love with living, just as I have accepted the idea of death, God, the afterlife, and reincarnation.  I love life and death equally.  I believe you can’t have one without the other.

I hope to live for a really long time and I wouldn’t give up my life for anything.