#i want a three broomsticks-theme pub

[localravenclaw]

HOGWARTS LEGACY THEME PARK WHEN?!?

[satansapostle6]

Lovers and Liars | Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, both determined and resourceful from reputable houses, find themselves at odds in the name of love.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Two

Chapter Three: Unbreakable

Jealousy, Lorelei knew, was an interesting thing, especially among young people. Lorelei never quite understood the feeling of envy. She’d felt it before, sure. Whenever she saw a happy family, or a sane girl. But envy never drove her into madness the way it did others.

Her friend Pansy, for one, was a person driven by envy. Of others, and of the person she thought she was, or could be. Pansy was the kind of person who needed to be completely in control of her entire world, whether that was an attainable goal or not. She achieved that goal, mostly, through Daphne, and her other pawns. Even Lorelei at times, when Lorelei found herself indifferent to the outcome of Pansy’s endeavors.

Lorelei was friends with Pansy despite hating her. Not because she wasn’t strong enough to outshine her, but because she was smart enough not to want to.

“Hey, Pans,” Lorelei said as she sat down for breakfast that morning. “Daphne.”

Daphne looked up at her and just smiled, unbothered. Pansy, on the other hand, visibly had some sort of agenda.

“Morning, Lor,” Pansy remarked, sounding far too chipper to be genuine.

Lorelei sat down in peace, not paying Pansy any more mind as she began to put together a decent plate, of bread, and eggs, and potatoes.

“That’s a lot of carbs,” Pansy remarked, in a thinly veiled attempt to make her self conscious.

“Yes,” Lorelei agreed, “Some of us can eat them.”

Daphne immediately looked down at her plate, stifling a giggle.

“I feel like I hardly see you these days,” Pansy tried a new approach. “You’ve been spending all your time with Theodore Nott lately.”

“We have fun,” Lorelei responded, prompting Daphne to raise an eyebrow in amusement.

Daphne seemed accepting of the vague response, however, Pansy wanted more details. Naturally.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she inquired nosily.

Lorelei just smiled as she ate her food. “What I said.”

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Lorelei and Theo decided that, on this particular Saturday, they would enjoy themselves on the school trip to Hogsmease, spending the entire time holed away in The Three Broomsticks, in a secluded booth dimly lit by the ambient lighting in the pub.

“Two Butterbeers, please,” Theo said graciously as a waiter took there order.

Lorelei watched with suspicious narrowed eyes as he walked away, refusing to speak until she knew for certain he was out of earshot.

“So,” she said softly.

“So,” Theo echoed enthusiastically.

“What was it you wanted to talk about?” she asked him. “Must be something important if we couldn’t discuss it at school.”

Theo smiled almost triumphantly as he looked at her, sharing his vision. “I have a plan.”

Lorelei raised an eyebrow. “You have a plan?”

“I do,” he shared. “A big one.”

“How big?” Lorelei asked mischievously. “Like, ‘surprise party’ big?” she asked facetiously.

“More like, eternal glory big,” Theo smirked.

Lorelei secretly liked Theo’s smirk, the way it always made him look as if he was in on some big secret that no one else was. It made him look like someone truly important, someone that belonged on her arm.

“‘Eternal glory’?” she questioned. “Don’t tell me you want us to enter the tournament, too.”

“No. Something better,” he replied.

“Do tell,” Lorelei encouraged, just as the waiter appeared with their drinks.

She sipped hers eagerly, awaiting his response.

“What if I told you…”

Lorelei frowned as Theo suddenly stopped, eyes slowly trailing off to the right, a sour expression on his face as if he’d found out something unpleasant. Lorelei looked at him inquisitively, silently trying to figure out what was going on in his head. Theo just looked at her, a pleasantly surprised smile on his face as the conversation suddenly changed gears.

“…That… I would like to invite you to my family’s winter home over the break?” he concluded.

The linger of his gaze and the thickness of his voice told Lorelei that this wasn’t what he had actually wanted to discuss. He was lying. And she knew that if he was suddenly lying, the reason why had to be something very interesting. Someone was eavesdropping, Lorelei could tell.

“I…” she thought for a moment as she tried to consider the best possible course of action. “I’d have to think about it,” she told him, conveying her consciousness to him with her eyes.

“Of course. Just think about it,” Theo told her, his hand slowly creeping over hers as he spoke.

Evidently, his lie wasn’t entirely a lie.

“I will,” Lorelei promised, her face now inches from his.

Suddenly breaking this trance-like eye contact, she picked up her drink, taking a sip as they sat together in the booth, Theo wrapping his arm around her. They stayed in the pub for another hour or so, keeping themselves entertained with casual conversation until they decided it wasn’t suspicious to leave.

Theo got up first, chivalrously offering a hand to Lorelei. She grinned, knowing what came next. He gave her a nod and she reached into her pocket, drawing her wand along with him. He slowly touched a finger to his lips, indicating a need for stealth. She slowly followed him around the wall behind their booth. Using his fingers, he counted down from three, and once he got past one, Lorelei grabbed the only person listening on the other side of the wall.

Lorelei pushed the Hogwarts student, a younger Slytherin boy, against the wall as Theo kept his wand on him. No one saw as they disappeared behind a wall with him, where no one could see. Lorelei stood at Theo’s side, wand aimed as they both cornered him.

“What’s your name?” Lorelei demanded.

“Thomas,” the Slytherin boy whimpered.

“Thomas what?”

“Thomas Arnold,” Thomas mumbled.

“Who sent you to spy on us, Thomas?” Theo asked calmly.

The second year boy was shaking, terrified of the both of them. “N-No one!” he stammered, looking back and forth between them.

He was panicking trying to respond to them.

“Don’t lie to us,” Theo told him, “It wouldn’t be a smart move.”

He jammed the walnut wood wand into the boy’s Adam’s apple, relishing in the power he held.

“Tell us who sent you to spy on us, or we make you wish you had,” Lorelei threatened him.

She knew that Pansy had to have been involved. With her suspicion and nosiness surrounding Lorelei’s newfound friendship with Theodore Nott, there was no ways she couldn’t have been behind his. Very few people would bring genuine children into the mind games that they played. The boy was paralyzed with fear, unable to speak as Theo took a calculated risk and lost his patience.

“Cruc—”

Lorelei looked at him curiously, just as Thomas stopped him before he could finish casting the illegal curse.

“Stop! Wait! I’ll tell you,” the twelve year-old promised, terror in his eyes.

Lorelei smiled, pleased with their work. “Tell us, then, before he casts that curse.”

“You promise nothing’ll happen to me?” Thomas pleaded.

“After we’re done with you? No,” Theo said honestly. “But for now? Yes.”

The young boy nervously looked between the two of them again, realizing Theodore had made a valid point. Lorelei was growing impatient, just itching for the name ‘Pansy Parkinson’ to fall out so that they could send him running back to her.

“It was Draco Malfoy!” Thomas Arnold blurted out, choking on his own cries, “Please! Don’t hurt me!”

Lorelei and Theo slowly turned to look at one another, hiding their surprise.

“Well,” Lorelei scoffed indignantly. “Here’s what’s going to happen. Are you listening?”

Theo smirked as she intimidated the boy to the point of tears.

“Yes, I’ll do anything! I promise!” he begged.

“You go and tell Malfoy that you didn’t hear anything, and that you don’t think we’re planning anything,” she ordered.

“Yes! Yes, I will!” Thomas nodded, swearing up and down that he would obey.

“Make the Unbreakable Vow to me,” Theo interrupted, his blue eyes darkening.

Thomas practically went white as a sheet, terrified for his life.

“The—The what?” he gasped.

“The Unbreakable Vow,” Theo repeated, rolling up his sleeve.

He looked to Lorelei.

“Can you cast the spell?”

“Sure,” she agreed, cherry-colored wand drawn.

“You’re going to make the Unbreakable Vow to me, pledging that you’ll tell Draco Malfoy nothing that you’ve heard, and that you’ll do your best to convince him to stop tailing us. And if you break it… you’ll drop dead. Do you understand me?” Theo asked.

Thomas nodded quickly, a look of fear in his eyes as he realized the consequences of breaking the vow.

“Do you know how this works?”

He nodded.

“Good. Now give me your right arm.”

Lorelei watched as they joined hands, each right hand tightly gripping the other’s. She focused her attention on casting the spell necessary to invoke the Unbreakable Vow, watching as a shimmering cord joined them together. She cleared her throat, staring the young boy in the eyes as she reminded him of the gravity of the situation.

“Thomas Arnold. Do you vow to return to Draco Malfoy and tell him nothing of what you heard here today?” she began.

“I will,” the blond-haired Slytherin boy agreed.

“And do you promise that you will do your best to convince him to give up on his spying on us?” she concluded.

“I will,” Thomas stared at her, silently pleading for his life.

“Very well then,” she said softly, as the cord slowly disappeared.

Thomas pulled his arm away immediately, rubbing it as if he’d been injured. “Can I go now?”

Theo rolled his eyes cruelly. “Get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

He and Lorelei watched as he ran away, eyes trained on him like hawks.

“What business would Malfoy have trying to spy on us?” Theo thought aloud.

“Surely he must suspect we’re hiding something,” Lorelei rationalized. “I suppose he wants to know what it is.”

“Maybe,” Theo considered, still seeming miles away. “Maybe…”

Lorelei searched his strangely perfect features for answers. Theo eventually noticed, seeing the sheer will in her eyes.

“You know, I like the way we work together,” he said more softly, his hand caressing her face.

Lorelei smiled at the remark. Her gaze, he thought, could have brewed storms and sunk ships. She was a siren, equal to her namesake.

“I feel as connected to you as I do my right hand,” he murmured. “You’re quick. Smart.”

“You’re good at this, you know.”

“Good at what?” Theo asked with a smile.

“War,” she chuckled.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” Theo asked softly.

Lorelei looked at him incredulously, her mouth curling into a hidden smile. “Yeah.”

“Who?” he wondered.

“You wouldn’t believe me,” she told him, watching as he laughed. “Have you?”

He just shook his head earnestly. “No.”

She found this answer only somewhat surprising. Theodore Nott really was one of the easiest boys to fall in love with.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked gently.

Lorelei nodded, hand cupping his cheek. “Yes.”

He smiled as he leaned in, captivating by her porcelain skin and auburn curls.

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Chapter Four

[slytherinsomniari]

Deal With The Devil| Victor Rookwood x F! Reader

Pairing: Victor Rookwood x F! Reader

Summary: 4 years after you graduated from Hogwarts, you have an unexpected reunion with a former enemy and make a monumental decision.

Word Count: 2829

Themes: Smut, overstimulation, fingering, slightly public indecency

A/N: I do still struggle with dialogue, both with adding more of it and with making sure it fits the character. I hope that with time, my writing will be a lot better than it is so I could make fanfics that are good both for me and for the readers. I did get inspired by other Rookwood fics but I really hope its not too similar to the point of plagiarism. If it is, I will gladly take it down. (Sorry for the cliché title lol)

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Upon your first meeting with Victor Rookwood, you had been intrigued by him from the moment you saw him. He had a certain charm to him, one that was certainly aided by his sleazy yet fashionable attire. There was something in his voice you liked as well. Maybe it was the way he said things in a playful yet serious tone, making him both intimidating and enthralling. When you had dealt a huge blow to his crew in your fifth year, you were disappointed to see him leave but at the time you were too busy trying to stop Ranrok from getting the last repository and destroying wizardkind to really think about it.

 Suffice it to say, you were not prepared nor expecting to meet him 4 years after you had graduated from Hogwarts. You had become an official Keeper and were now working on getting a position at Hogwarts–specifically in the library as it allowed you to learn even more about magic and the world surrounding you. He approached you as you were on your way out of the Three Broomsticks, just as you were saying goodbye to your friends. You were walking away from the pub through one of the side streets when a voice called out to you.

“Y/N was it? What a lovely name for a lovely girl.” You turn towards the source of the voice and find none other than Victor Rookwood. Despite the years, he looked as if he hadn’t aged a day since your first encounter. Meeting him in Hogsmeade was ironic and brought back memories from your first encounter with him. You were younger then and more naive and new to the world of magic, but now, you have changed. You were much stronger now and were not cowed by those who threatened others.

Prowling around you, you feel his eyes pierce your soul. Why is he so interested in me? Is he still after the ancient magic I’m protecting? I sealed it away though…unless he wants to take it back and gain more power than he ever had before?

“What do you want, Rookwood?” You ask sternly, pulling out your wand. Despite your interest in him, for reputation’s sake you had to at least pretend that you outright despised the man–which wasn’t that hard considering all the terrible crimes he’s done.

“Victor,” He replies, glancing your way. “Call me Victor. We’re not strangers now, are we?”

You hesitate for a moment but press on, “Well, Victor?”

“It has come to my attention that we have not been quite as honest with each other as we should have been when we first met.” He gives you a knowing look and continues, “It has been a while, but don’t think I didn’t notice your…longing glances you threw my way all those years ago.”

Flushing and in shock, you try to stutter out a rebuttal but nothing coherent forms.

Chuckling he comments, “No need to worry, your secret is safe with me. I was thinking we could discuss a little transaction that would be for our mutual benefit.”

Approaching you, he took advantage of your frozen state by grabbing your hand and taking your wand away, storing it in one of the wand pockets in his coat. You felt almost naked without it and as you realized what he was doing and tried to get it back, he merely tutted as he put it away, saying, “Come come, that would not be in your best interest dear.”

Without waiting for you to respond, he pulls you into an abandoned alleyway, not too far from the streets but far enough to where no one will see you. Struggling with his pace, you try to keep up when you are suddenly thrown against a wall. You let out a whimper upon impact and do not see him approach you until it is already too late. He surrounds your field of vision entirely, making it impossible to look anywhere else but him. His chest is right in front of you, leaving you free to see his partially unbuttoned shirt and his pale yet slightly sun weathered skin poking out from underneath. It is so deliciously close but Victor springs into action before your thoughts could lead you further astray. With one movement, he pins your arms above your head with one hand, locking you in place and forcing your back to arch and press yourself against him. You struggle to get your arms loose but he doesn’t budge. It is a constant battle between your emotions, torn between wanting him and wanting to escape and pretend nothing had happened. Although both sides struggled equally, one side was quickly winning. 

He grabs your waist with his other calloused hand and, giving up on all sense of propriety, you pull one leg out and latch onto him. His body is flushed against yours, with his erect member prodding through his clothing at your entrance. He grinds into you, making you moan. You shut your mouth in an instant, not wanting to be heard. He rocks his hips into yours, yours promptly responding to his touch. Your eyes become lidded with desire and the craving for complete intimacy with him. 

Victor grinds slowly but purposely, drawing out your response whether you wanted it or not. He moves his head towards your ear and says seductively, “This is but a mere taste of what I have to offer. The question is, how bad do you want it?”

His voice is that of the devil’s, you can be sure of that. You find yourself increasingly becoming hypnotized by him and the mixing of your long-held desire for him. You knew it was wrong and that he was the enemy, but how could something so bad feel so good? With the way your body was responding, you knew it was already too late to run away. The only thing you could do now is give in and receive the pleasure that he had promised.

He lifts up your skirt with the other hand and lowers it towards your drawers, feeling your throbbing area. You part your legs to give him room, which he takes advantage of by teasing you. He rubs circles on your clit, eliciting a shudder from you. You want him to put his finger, his dick, anything in you at this point. He continues to tease you, running his fingers over your clit. His fingers slightly graze your entrance, sending electricity through your body and making you buck into him, barely suppressing a moan. Victor smirks and you pant heavily, already in the midst of pleasure. At the sudden impact of his finger partially going inside you, you let out a loud moan. He removes his hand from your arms and puts it over your mouth, attempting to muffle your sounds so your time wouldn’t end just yet.

He slides his finger all the way in and moves it around. You want to pull him to you but even though he isn’t restraining you, you don’t have enough strength to do so. Instead, you place your hands on his chest and grip his shirt, keeping him in place and attempting to make yourself a bit more steady. Soon one finger became two and both fingers worked their magic on you, inducing more muffled moans from you. After all of the teasing, you let out a whimper as you unexpectedly cum, feeling it cover Victor’s hand.  

As you come to, you can hear more and more people in the surrounding area, leaving the two of you vulnerable and more likely to be noticed. He notices it as well and disengages from you, slowly removing his hand from inside of you and backing off. Taking a handkerchief out from his pocket, he wipes the fluid off and assesses you before speaking.

“How about we go somewhere...quiet to discuss our business?”

Victor grabs you and quickly disapparates with you, taking you Merlin knows where. Once you feel land beneath your feet, you take the opportunity to look around you. On the horizon you could see glittering water and once you looked further down, you could see the beach. The sea is close by and you seem to be on a hilly path leading down towards the beach. He leads you down the path and soon you can see a stone cottage by the seaside.Tannish-grey in hue, you can see that it’s a spacious cottage–and a quite costly one at that.

Once you arrive at the doorstep of the cottage, he opens the door for you and, feeling your heartbeat increase causing it to nearly jump out of your chest, you enter. He closes the door behind you and locks the door, trapping you in there with him. In the middle of nowhere in Scotland. This should frighten you but it doesn’t. Instead, you are greatly excited by it, craving his touch more than you thought you would. Taking your time, you take a look around you as you take in your new surroundings.

Inside, there is a kitchen directly to the left with a long, rectangular table with chairs around it and to the right is the living room with a fireplace and sofa parallel to it with chairs by the sides of the walls. Before you could think about exploring the other areas the cottage had to offer, Victor clears his throat. Clearly taking his time and observing your reaction, he gazes at you with not so hidden desire and with a knowing look. He had never taken anyone to the cottage before. It was his secret hideout and getaway when he wanted peace and quiet away from his men. It was a place where he could escape the more grimy lifestyle he created for himself and live in a more respectable manner that his family name suggested. Although this time, he was there for a not so respectable reason.

Grabbing your arm once more, he leads you up the stairs to his room which is low-lit and decently sized, with a desk with countless papers strewn about and a bed near the center wall of the room. There is a dresser and a few bookshelves lining the room, making it feel cozy and lived-in. While you are trying to burn his room into your memory, he closes the door behind you and approaches. He comes up from behind you and puts his right hand on your shoulder, slowly rubbing it and letting his hand run down your arm. 

“Now my dear, there will be no more interruptions. Where were we?”

Flushing, you can feel your vagina pulse in anticipation and begin to quiver. You had already experienced a rush of pleasure in the alleyway but now you are going to experience the pinnacle of it in complete isolation from the world where time would mean nothing. No one would be able to get between you and the mere thought of that excites you further.

“The method of our transaction has not properly been discussed, though there is but one option. Give yourself to me. Give yourself to me and I will show you a world of carnal pleasure. You may refuse, but either way I will have my way with you.”

His words ring in your ears and cause a fire to erupt within your body. Mute and frozen, you can do nothing as he approaches you from the front and grabs at your clothing. He starts to unbutton your shirt and as he gets to your skirt, he drags it off of you slowly, his fingers lingering on the garment as he teases you once more and takes your bloomers down with it. He unlaces your corset, his nimble fingers performing with such ease as if he had done it countless times before. As your corset loosens and falls to the ground, he tosses your shirt off to the side, leaving you in just a chemise. You shiver, both due to the cold and in anticipation for what comes next. 

Glancing at the near naked state of you, Victor is hardly able to contain his mounting desire for you. He grabs onto your chemise with force, tearing it off of you and permanently damaging the garment as it is thrown off. You are now fully naked and gasp at the feeling of the cold air hitting your skin. Standing still, you find your senses on fire as you stand on the cusp of having your every wish fulfilled.

“Well? What do you say?” He asks in a near whisper as his eyes do a cursory glance over your body.

Placing his hand underneath your chin and tilting your head towards him, he murmurs,”Let me in.”

Sucking in a breath, you shakily exhale and respond with “Yes.”

He smirks, knowing he’s got you in the palm of his hand and could make you do anything for him. Releasing you from his grip, he watches as you hazily walk towards the bed and get on top of it, the springy mattress bouncing as you do. Laying flat on your back, you shiver and part your legs, eager for the pleasure that was promised. You could feel his eyes taking in the sight of you in the dim lighting, relishing the effect he’s had on you. He quickly undresses himself, unable to resist your expression and visible desire. The bed shifts with his weight as he gets on top of you, the full weight of him pressed against you. His legs rest on either side of you, arms by your head as he gets himself into position. You can feel his penis press against your entrance and find yourself unable to suppress a shudder.

“Please…” You beg, unable to take it any longer. He complies and thrusts fully into you–hard. The sheer force of his thrust sends jolts through your body, causing you to moan loudly. He was not going easy on you but you didn’t care. All you wanted was him, and that’s exactly what he was giving you. Your arms encircle his body and bring him closer to you. Feeling his muscled body lie against yours, you tighten your grip on his back as he growls and thrusts harder and harder into you. Seeing him focused on pounding into you relentlessly, you grab his face and plant a long and lustful kiss onto his lips. It begins in a calm manner, your lips softly mingling with his, but once Victor takes control it becomes more and more intense. You moan into the kiss, arousing him even further. 

In response to this, he brings his mouth to your neck and bites down, sucking on it and creating a hickey that you would definitely have to cover afterwards. You yelp, feeling the mixture of both pain and pleasure and bask in it. Your nipples, already hardened, rub against his chest, overstimulating you and sending lighting through your body as he creates multiple hickeys along your neck and shoulder. With your body quaking, you feel a tingling sensation as you reach your orgasm. His eyes flick to yours as he feels your body tremble beneath him. 

“Good girl” He lustfully chuckles as you buck your hips into his and release all over him. Your fluids coat him and give him more lubrication, allowing him to thrust easily into you with what should have been a sickening squelch but brought you pleasure instead. Feeling himself about to climax, he speeds up and with one final rough thrust, he spills himself into you. You can feel the mixture of both of your fluids inside you, trailing out on your legs and onto the bed. 

The two of you lie breathless and panting next to each other, allowing your bodies to recover from the whirlwind of desire he had put you two through. Turning on your side, you face him with an exhausted grin and nuzzle into him. He turns towards you and moves a strand of your hair behind your ear, remarking, ”Perhaps I should have bargained with you sooner had I known you would be so pliable”

“I would have given in sooner had I known you felt the same way, Victor”

“Well then, our next business venture shall have to incorporate more...unique methods into our bargain. Something more punishing perchance.”

He looks into your eyes and you see a lingering hunger in his eyes that hasn’t gone away yet. If this was just the beginning, you wonder how much further he could toy with you until you broke completely. It is a thrilling thought, one that you are eagerly waiting to realize when you are under his sway once more. He playfully nips at your ear and you giggle. He kisses you on the neck and wraps an arm around you, allowing you to fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped comfortably in the arms of your former enemy. 

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Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin Story

Chapter 17: Bitten

Hey, everyone! this is technically a repost because Tumblr has a personal vendetta against me lol, so I’m not even sure who was able to see it. I really like this chapter, and this whole story, really. Remus and Brigitte are so special to me and this story has helped me through some really hard times... hug your loved ones, be kind, drink the expensive whiskey, and read fanfic!

(Warnings: Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only!!! Minor do not enter!!!!)

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"The future is uncertain, but the end is always near" Jim Morrison

The fallen leaves on the sidewalk crunch loudly underneath Brigitte's boots with every stride, and the early winter air blows through her fluffy hair. It's her first day back doing work on behalf of the Order. It may not seem the most interesting work, like tracking werewolves or forming relationships with Death Eaters, but distantly following Antonin Dolohov could always lead to something. Constant Vigilance, like Moody always says.

Once the dust settles on her previous mishap, she will insist on more risky assignments. She's not completely useless, and she remembers a little bit from the first time Voldemort fought for power. He used not only dark witches, wizards, and werewolves, but also giants, vampires, and Inferi.

For the time being, her morning started with her waiting for him at dawn, when he stumbled out of a dingy Muggle pub. Now, she follows him down into the Underground, where he meets a man. Brigitte recognizes him from the paperwork she was given, Dirk Gibbon. She gets on the same train, and they get off in three stops. It's near the Ministry of Magic.

Brigitte lingers behind and notices them follow who appears to be Lucius Malfoy down a narrow pedestrian pathway. She runs across the street to get closer and manages to hide behind a phonebooth before the men turn around.

"I told you two-- never talk to me this close to the Ministry", Lucius sneers.

"We were given orders", Dolohov informs him. He leans forward to whisper, meaning Brigitte cannot hear anything. She can see the men bickering back and forth, when Malfoy points his wand at Dolohov's throat.

"Watch it, Malfoy. Don't forget who butchered our last attempt at getting the prophecy", Dolohov warns.

"What even is this damn prophecy? I ain't getting arrested unless I got all the details", Gibbon says. Brigitte listens as closely as she can. It appears that no one what this prophecy entails, but they are still seeking it.  

"That is for the Dark Lord to know. He has his suspicions, but he wants to confirm it once and for all", Lucius says. "Now, go on. I'll report later this evening".

Brigitte ducks into the phonebooth to hide as the men pass by. She waits until they are out of ear shot before Disapparating to Diagon Alley, to meet Tonks for another dueling practice. She walks down the busy street, filled with people Holidays. She can hardly believe it's already mid-December. So much has happened since the summer.

Stopping in front of the Quality Quidditch Supplies, Brigitte adjusts her knit scarf and stands amongst a group of ogling young girls pointing at the glimmering new broomsticks.

"Check out that new Firebolt!".

"I like the colors in the handle".

"I heard the Holyhead Harpies ordered a set for the team, they're gonna be unstoppable!".

Brigitte chuckles at their excitement as their mother's call for them down the street. She waits about a minute, then her brightly-haired friend appears next to her.

"Hey Dora! Thanks for doing this", Brigitte says hugging her neck. "I'm so happy to be healed and back to work".

"I'm happy I can help! Auror office has meetings all day I'm not allowed in. Damn pricks", Tonks mutters. "C'mon, while we still have good sunlight". She takes Brigitte's hand and Apparates them to a clearing in an evergreen forest.

"Moody used to bring me here when I was preparing for my Auror tests", Tonks says, seeing Brigitte's mesmerized expression. It's sublime, the moss-covered trees with long, gnarled limbs.

"Speaking of Moody!", Brigitte points to the ex-Auror who's just appeared in front of them.

"Hello, you two. See anything today, Moreau?".

"Yes, actually. Lucius Malfoy had a quick chat with Dolohov and Gibbons. I heard them talking about the prophecy".

"And they didn't see you?".

"Of course not".

"Good. Good. With what Snape told us at the last meeting, we’ll keep a close look out for them, and that snake... Alright, I'm gonna watch you two, see if there are any improvements". Moody sits back on a tree stump and leans on his walking stick.

"No dangerous spells, but no holding back. Sound good?", Tonks asks, rolling her jacket sleeves up and retrieving her wand from her back pocket. Brigitte nods her head and stands up straight.

"I'll bomb you with flowers, Love. I'm going to practice without my wand too".

"Element of surprise, I like it".

Tonks fires a harmless hex at Brigitte, commencing the faux battle. Both are surprised by their own quick reflexes, complementing one another's natural instincts as their spells come faster and faster.

The girls move in sync: when Tonks steps forward with her left foot, Brigitte steps back with her right. They both get in some shots. Tonks hits Brigitte with jelly-leg jinxes, and she throws back giant balls of moss and powdered snow.

"Ugh, gross!", Tonks winces as she spits out a clump of dirt. She steps forward to continue their practice, but Brigitte snaps her finger and raises a small root and trips her friend. The French witch is able to multitask without her wand, using her special magical abilities to 'attack' Tonks from multiple angles. Just as she regains her balance, a vine from a nearby tree snatches the wand from her hand and throws it to Brigitte.  

"I think I win", she sings victoriously.

"Don't get cocky. Tonks, remember your footing. I don't know how many times I've told ya that", Moody sighs.

"About a hundred. But what if I don't need my feet? I could turn into a dragon... at least I think? Never tried a dragon before". Tonks thoughtfully scratches her chin.

"I see your dragon and raise you a polar bear!", Brigitte cackles. "Shit ... better master my elemental magic before I even think about that, huh? I've never used my Animagus that way".

"We'll work on that once you've perfected your elemental abilities. I have things to do now, you two stay safe. Constant Vigilance!". Moody Disapparates, leaving the two witches in the forest.

"I'd still love to your Animagus sometime", Tonks says. Brigitte looks at her, biting her lip but eventually giving in.

"Remus hasn't even seen it yet ... but oh, what the hell. I really miss her". Brigitte steps back and rolls her shoulders to loosen the muscles. Then, she lunges forward and her body elongates, growing a thick coat of fur as her body grows five times its normal size and her beautiful face morphs into the head of a ferocious bear.

"Holy cricket", Tonks gasps. Brigitte lifts her head and lets out a deafening howl. It rattles off her jowls and trees. The sound is deep and hollow compared to a wolf's. She turns to Tonks and lowers her head in submission.

"Feel good?". She watches Brigitte gallop around the clearing a few times before transforming back to her petite form.

"Oh! How I've missed doing that! I usually only let her out at home, too risky to do it just anywhere. I'm glad I did this", Brigitte sighs contently.

"Me too! You're amazing! Fucking gorgeous and terrifying if I were against you in battle".

"Not gonna happen, Dora. I think I'll stick to scaring people with my fury", Brigitte says, lifting her hand to show her fingertips on fire. "Seems to work with Gus".

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First thing the next morning, Brigitte goes to St Mungos to visit the newest werewolf attack victim that Healer Le fay wrote her about. She has been concerned about the man's safety and those around him, for the man is hostile and almost violent to anyone trying to approach him.

"It'd be a shame for me to mangle that pretty face of yours, little girl. Just leave me alone!", the bandaged man growls from the hospital bed. It has not yet been two weeks since he was bitten, but the wound on his shoulder still bleeds steadily. Brigitte glances over his paperwork: Alexander Roth, 29 years old, suspected of being targeted by Fenrir Greyback. His physical description is similar to Darren, the first man she met with, which could mean it's the beginning of a pattern.

Both are young, fit wizards who don't have deep ties in the Ministry. Someone who could disappear and no one would really notice. Easy targets.

"We both know you'd be hexed before your head even lifted the pillow if that was your intention, Alex ... I'm not here to offer empty words of affirmation, I know you've had enough of that. I can help it you let me ... Do any family or friends know you're here? The healer says you've had no visitors?", she asks him.

He grunts but slowly turns towards her, "No family... girlfriend tried to visit ... I wouldn't see her. How can I let her see me like this?".

Brigitte's shoulders droop with disappointment. "I definitely don't recommend shutting her out. If she wants to support you, welcome her. It's not easy to do this alone, Alex, and I'm sure she's worried sick about you", she says softly.

He looks at her indifferently and silently. "Well", Brigitte continues softly, "I'm here to offer any kind of assistance you need. If you have trouble with employment or a place to live-", he turns his back to her and pulls up the sheets aggressively, "...I'm here. Take care of yourself...", she says comfortingly and leaves her contact information on his bedside table.

She walks up to the healer's counter on her way out, "Let me know if he gets worse. He mentioned a girlfriend, encourage him to let her visit. I'll try to be back soon...", she quietly tells Le Fay as to not draw attention. What they are doing technically is not illegal, but the Ministry most likely would not approve of the hospital contacting her about a werewolf attack.  

The graying healer gives her a warm smile, "Sure thing, dear...you take care of yourself".

As she leaves St Mungos, her mind wanders to Remus... 'he was only four, an innocent and happy little boy. He must have been terrified. How does a child even understand that happening to them?' Then she can't help but think about her brother and father. 'Beau was six, he remembers it vividly. He wasn't worried about himself though, but about papa who he shielded him from most of the attack. Oh papa. 26 full moons since I've hugged him...'   In 12 Grimmauld Place, she sits on her bedroom floor and lights a fire in the small fireplace. Brigitte goes through her mail. There's the usual update from the French Non-profit, and Brigitte is so proud of the strides the continue to make; but she's even more excited to see a letter from Francesca. My Britt, my sister, my confidant, I hope you're feeling better and had an amazing time on your date. I want all the dirty details! I've heard you're coming back for New Years (yes, I asked your Ma), so now I get to invite you to the Midnight party I'm hosting! I've moved into a new flat on the north end of Place Cachée closer to Maison Capenoir (where I also just got a promotion!). It's Masquerade theme so dress up, and invite Auguste and Fleur for me.   Ps. My address is 27 Rue Richer, apt. 9F ... Xx, Cess - 'Masquerade? Hell yeeeeeeeees!'. Brigitte waves her fists excitedly, thinking about being in Paris with Remus. Hearing Sirius yell at Kreacher on the stairs outside her bedroom is a grim reminder that he is stuck in this hellhole. He has his good days and bad. No matter how much fun they have, it cannot negate the fact that he's missing out on life in the outside world.

Brigitte places the letter in her sketchbook to keep safe the address. Then she sits on the bed, opens her stationary kit and pulls out a peacock feather and parchment.

She dips the quill in ink and takes a deep breath, "You've thought about this. It's a solid plan... he'll like it... he won't say no. Its risky but brilliant. The kind of plans he likes". In her best cursive, Brigitte writes the header of the letter,

'Dear Headmaster Dumbledore' ...

Brigitte spends a half hour writing out her secret proposal to the Hogwarts Headmaster as eloquently as she can. Once she's read over the letter a dozen of times, she attaches it to a small package containing an Eiffel Tower snow globe, tosses it in the fire with floo powder and shouts, "Professor Dumblydore, Hogwarts!".

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Remus come home that night after a long day of with Kingsley and Emmeline Vance. He takes his cloak off and shakes the snow flurries from his mousy-colored hair. The heavenly aromas waft up his nose as he quietly strolls past Mrs. Black, and when he slips through the doorway he sees Brigitte dancing to French jazz music and waving around ingredients with her wand. She drops everything when they lock eyes and runs into Remus' arms.

"Lunaire!", she gasps and wraps her legs around his hips, eagerly kissing him. She holds him tight, still upset about her St Mungos visit with Alex but thrilled about their Paris trip. Remus basks in the embrace, inhaling the scent in Brigitte's hair as if it is a superior alternative to oxygen.

"Well hello to you, Darling. I could get used to this kind of welcome", he chuckles with their foreheads pressed together and breaths mingling.

"Sirius has been holed up with Buckbeak today, so it's just us. Thought I'd make you dinner", she says. He puts her down so she can tend to the stove. But he stays close, wrapping his arms around her waist and watching her cook skirt steak.

"Thank you so much ... Y'know we don't expect you to cook us dinner because you're a woman".

She sighs blissfully and leans back into him, "That's sweet of you, but if the options are you, Sirius, or Kreacher, I really don't have a choice ... Why don't you make a drink and have a seat? Dinner'll be ready soon". Brigitte turns and kisses Remus' cheek.

"Yes Ma'am".

Brigitte finishes making street style tacos, and Remus watches in awe as she uses her magic to chop the fresh veggies mid-air.

"Did your mum teach you this... or dad?", he asks. She guides the food to the dinner table and mumbles 'aguamenti' at their empty drink glasses.

"Maman. She's an amazing cook, Papa has always brought her home international cookbooks. You'll see! There's always a big feast on New Years Eve. My Maman thinks the day dictates the next 365 days, so it's always a celebration", she rambles, "... sorry I'm doing it again. I'm just really excited to see everyone- And to shop on the Place Cachée! Ahh... the fact that you'll be there too, Remus ...", she gleams at him besottedly.

"I know how much your family means to you, I'm honored you want me there... plus I was never going to miss out on being your New Years kiss", he says. Brigitte leans in and grins against his lips.

The nerves in Remus' stomach twist violently at the thought of meeting her family. He's excited to be with her, but he never knows how people will react to him... what will they think when they see me? Their young, beautiful daughter with the world at her feet bringing home the old, unemployed werewolf?.

He tries to suppress those anxious thoughts and keep his focus on the moment. "I'd like to make you dinner sometime. I'm no French culinary artist, but...", Remus trails off.

Brigitte playfully scoffs and smacks his chest, "You could make me a cheese sandwich and I'd love it, Lunaire. Actually, yes! Just give me cheese and bread and I'll be the happiest girl in the world!", she giggles, unceremoniously shoving the taco into her mouth.

"Hmm, if only cheese were an acceptable gift for a new girlfriend", Remus jokes, using his napkin to clean the corner of Brigitte's mouth.

She nods energetically. "Speaking of... please don't worry about getting me anything for the Holiday. I seriously don't need anything. We have more important things to worry about", she tells him.

"Darling, no. That's not negotiable". He looks at her like that's obvious.

"If you insist... I love Le Brouère cheese and a simple baguette", she winks at him, "but honestly Remus, as long as I'm with you I couldn't want or need anything more". At that moment, Remus swears his heart skipped a beat and he looks at Brigitte with a smile so overjoyed it feels unfamiliar to his facial muscles.

'If her family is half as kind as she is, maybe it won't be a complete disaster...'.

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Twenty-four hours later, after another day of no news (besides the newspaper discrediting Dumbledore while praising Umbridge) Sirius cleans up the kitchen for the Order meeting while Brigitte keeps him company at the table. Her notebook lay in her lap.

"Too busy drawing Moony's cute ickle face to help me clean?", Sirius groans as he uses his wand to put the dishes away. "Just because you can't get Kreacher to clean doesn't mean I'm your new house elf", Brigitte sticks her tongue at him then turns back to sketchbook where she is actually writing to her mother.

"I mean... you do have impressive cooking and cleaning magic, plus those abnormally big blue eyes...", he looks at her impatiently.

"Watch it Black, I may just accidentally break your only house rule", she looks up at him menacingly. He protectively runs his fingers through his dark locks as he remembers Gus telling the horror story of losing his hair to his sister's flames. Then he putters to the bar, pours a drink, and slouches in the chair across from Brigitte.

"Wanna play a game of chess while we wait?", he asks.

She huffs amusedly, "After what happened last time? You're still in time out".

"I told you, I didn't throw the board. My hand slipped", he says waving her off.

She rolls her eyes and reads over her note once more:

'Maman, I hope you have a nice Christmas with Beau, we'll see you the 30th! You'll be happy to know I'm bringing Remus. I can tell he's nervous about meeting everyone, so go easy on him. I don't want to surprise you-- he has Lycanthropy. Give everyone a hug from me. - your Britt Ps. You'll be getting a letter from the headmaster of Hogwarts. Please read it thoroughly. Love you!  

She turns to the large stone fire place warming the kitchen, grabs a small handful of floo powder, and sends off her letter, "Celeste Moreau, Strasbourg France".

Sirius peeks up from The Daily Prophet, "Its already the 18th. Can't we do some decorating before the Holiday is over? We can save the tree and do that with Harry!".

"That's a great idea, Padfoot! Remus has a few days off, I'll get out the holiday vinyls and we can get into festive spirit at last!".

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An hour later, the meeting has started, but Remus is nowhere to be seen. The empty seat next to Brigitte makes her stomach burn with anxiety. Tonks squeezes her hand while Dumbledore addresses the packed room, explaining how Dolores Umbridge's position as High Inquisitor is gradually stripping away his duties as Headmaster.  

"... She has Fudge's full support. I suspect the school to be under their jurisdiction by the end of the year", he explains. "That is why I have not left school grounds until now; I plan to spend most of my time there keeping an eye on her until I am inevitably forced out".

"Then what?! The kids are there to fend for themselves?!", Sirius barks.

"I do not underestimate those children. They're not wasting their time playing wizards chess. They have followed through with their secret meetings, practicing defensive skills", the headmaster explains.

"It will only get them in more trouble!", Molly whimpers. "Dear, it's alright, please", Arthur whispers to his wife.

"We will have Severus keeping an eye on things when I'm not there, and Mundungus is staying in Hogsmeade", Dumbledore adds, earning a childish grunt from Sirius. "Severus, if you will".

Snape stands and gives a monotonous update on Death Eaters: Malfoy has gathered illicit heirlooms to rid of, there's increased efforts to recruit dark wizards and halfbreeds, and Voldemort has an undisclosed plan to once again try to retrieve the prophecy... then he's interrupted by the kitchen door swinging open.

"Pardon...", Remus whispers as he sheepishly looks around the room. He spots Brigitte- a relieved smile lighting her face when she sees him- and he makes a beeline for her.

"As I was saying, I've yet to see the snake leave his side. Be on the look out for her... ", Snape drones on. His eyes stay on Remus as he takes a seat and gives Brigitte a tender kiss. His lip curls at the way they stare at each other, ignoring his update.

He sits down to allow for Emmeline Vance and Kingsley to take the floor, closing the meeting as they tell Dumbledore what their countryside spies have witnessed lately, which is nothing more than general confusion over what to believe. Dumbledore has never misguided people, but it's scary to acknowledge that the Ministry might be lying to save face.

"Thank you ... If no one else has any updates I believe this meeting is adjourned", Dumbledore says cheerfully. Most Order members promptly leave, but Dumbledore glides over to the adoring couple.

"Good evening, you two. Remus, I hope all is well? I'm sure Ms Moreau will be able to update you on what you missed", he says while peeping over his crescent glasses knowingly.

"Yes, just a delayed errand. I'm sorry I was late", Remus answers quickly.

"And how are you Brigitte? Leg healing properly, I hope?", Dumbledore asks sincerely.

"Yes, good as new! I hope I can join more missions again. Maybe at the Department of Mysteries", she says eagerly. Dumbledore nods his head calmly.

"Soon, my dear. If I may be candid with you, the ordeal gave Alastor Moody quite a scare. He knows what it's like to lose a leg to dark magic", Dumbledore tells them softly.

Brigitte's face contracts with sympathy, "Oh no, poor Moody. I've never for one second blamed him".

Dumbledore slowly raises his hand. "Alastor will be fine. Accidents happen here, that's the reality. For now, I wanted to talk frankly about the letter you sent". Brigitte's face immediately perks up and he continues, "ah, yes. I don't want to say too much, but I will say Ms. Moreau, I think it's brilliant".

"Sir, I was hoping you'd feel that way. Are you saying that we can do it?", she asks hesitantly.

"I am", he reaches into his robes and pulls out the small box she sent to him the day prior. "I've done what you requested, it is all in place. Enjoy your Holidays", Dumbledore winks at her, placing the box in her hand.

"Oh, thank you sir!".

"Now, I must get back to Hogwarts before my absence is noticed", he says before shaking Remus' hand and tenderly patting Brigitte's. "You two take care. I must say, Remus, you're looking very well. Very... happy". Dumbledore turns on his heel and glides out the room.

"Eh, you look alright, I guess", Brigitte teases while giving him a look over.

He snorts and wraps his arm around her waist. "So what was all that about?", Remus asks slowly, eyeing the box in her grip.

"You'll find out soon enough, Lunaire. For now it's top secret!", she squeals and boops his nose.

Most of the crowd has cleared out, leaving the couple, Sirius, Tonks, and Bill.

"You two staying for dinner? I'm not sure what that'd be but I can whip something up!", Brigitte offers. "Or make the guys get us food".

Bill shakes his head, the long red hair and fang earring whipping back and forth, "I promised mum I'd have dinner with her tonight while dad has night shift at the Dept. of Mysteries. I need to go pick up Fleur first".

Brigitte raises her eyebrows comically at that idea, "Just the three of you? Hmm, Good luck!".

"I should get going too. Gus should be back at his flat soon. I made a little mess this morning and I need to clean it up before he gets home", Tonks hops off the counter top and pigeon toes her way out the kitchen.

"Bye love, tell that idiot I said 'hey'!", Brigitte yells after the witch with purple and blue hair. She sits on Remus' lap, dropping her head on his shoulder and giving him a coquettish look.  

"Well, I'm going to let you two... ogle each other in private... I'll be with Beaky", Sirius drawls at the sickening couple. Remus cups Brigitte's cheeks and gazes longingly into her eyes, studying all the different shades of blue in her irises.

"Rem, why were you late to the meeting? Nothing happened on your mission, right? Like with other werewolves", she asks anxiously.

"Nothing like that darling, just got held up on my way here. I didn't miss anything important did I?".

She shakes her head, her shiny waves bouncing, "I don't know, I wasn't paying attention", she mumbles with a guilty smile on her face.

A low chuckle vibrates through Remus throat. "Oh, darling...". Guilt starts bubbling in his stomach. Remus didn't necessarily lie, but he wasn't exactly 'held up'.

He was at Flourish and Blotts, negotiating the price of a first edition Fifteenth-Century Fiends that was gifted to him for graduation. Remus was at a loss to how he'd afford anything for Brigitte, so he decided to sell the most valuable item he owns. After negotiating a sell price, he walked out of the store with 300 galleons and a pocket sized 'French for Beginners' book.

Brigitte wraps her arms around Remus' neck and plays with his shaggy mane, "Sirius and I want to decorate for the Holidays, have the house all festive when the kids gets here, does tomorrow work for you?".

Remus' face lights up at the idea. Despite the looming threat of Voldemort, this holiday with a girlfriend and his best mate is something to be celebrated.

"Yes, perfect. Are you going to turn the house into a snowy forest?". Her eyes twinkle as she nods excitedly.

"I'm so happy, to spend Christmas with you. My Remus", Brigitte says against her lips. He moans against her, his large hands squeezing her soft hips. They take advantage of being in the empty kitchen. Brigitte bites Remus' lip and wiggles against his groin.

"Hey, Lunaire... I just remembered. I wanted to... erm, show you something in my room", she says mischievously, leaning in to suck his earlobe.

"Hmph, Show me what? How needy you are?", he growls, "so desperate for me to get back here so I can take you upstairs and have my way with you? Hmm?".

Brigitte gasps at the forwardness. He knows exactly what she wants. She heats up at his lustful words and it renders her speechless, all she can do is nod needfully.

"No, tell me. Use your pretty mouth and tell me", he says in a surprisingly gentle tone. He rubs his thumb across her bottom lip, softly grabbing her jaw. Brigitte looks at him with heavy eyes and whimpers,

"I need you, Lunaire... Need your touch... Need to make you feel good". She starts nipping down his neck, feeling him getting hard under her thigh.

She can feel the vibrations of his moan against her lips. Without saying a word Remus stands and hoists Brigitte over his shoulder. She yelps and holds onto his tweed coat tightly as he takes two steps at a time up to her room.

They quickly pass the drawing room where Sirius is nursing a Firewhiskey and watching the roaring fire. The raven-haired housemate slowly turns around on the couch, watching Remus' long legs disappear up the stairs.

"They better remember to use muffilato this time... ", he chuckles to himself. Remus slams the door behind him, throws Brigitte onto the bed, and takes out his wand. He does remember the silencing charm, as well as a protection spell for his girlfriend. He throws the wand onto a chair and stares down at her with a look of burning desire.

"Strip", he orders as he rips off his tie.Remus has quickly shown how he can be domineering and rough while still being her shelter, and Brigitte craves it. 

The pent up emotions that have been building since the moment they met have completely stripped them of any inhibitions. Remus for the first time in his life actually feels comfortable in his skin. The shame of his scars slowly fade away every time Brigitte graces them with her pillowy lips. They watch each other intently, faces flushing with heat as they undress. Remus drops his frayed suit to the floor, consuming the sight of Brigitte's dress slinking across her skin as she lifts it above her head. Her bare breasts shiver in the cold air. Remus leans forward, hooks his fingers at the band of her stockings, and yanks them off along with her panties.

"Lunaire... come here", Brigitte mews as she poses her body on the bed to show different angles of her bare self, trying to seduce the werewolf. Though she can see Remus is visibly aching for her, he looks at her with an inquisitive look. "Since when do you tell me what to do?". 

"Mmmm, please. Need you", she whimpers and sits up seductively, leaning forward with parted lips. He scoffs, "you need to learn patience. Do you always get your way by begging?", he crosses his arms, ignoring her desires to be touched. "Mmhmm", she nods innocently and sits on her knees. He can't help but throw his head back and let out a little chuckle. Brigitte uses the opportunity to reach forward and takes Remus in her hand. He gasps at her soft touch and holds onto the bed post as he watches her lean forward with her mouth open. It's pure bliss. That is the only way Remus would describe this. He watches Brigitte for a few minutes, until he feels himself begin to lose some control. He backs away to catch his breath. He pulls Brigitte up and presses his lips to hers. Then without warning, Remus pushes her back onto the bed. He grabs her thighs, throws them over his shoulders, and lowers his head. Brigitte whimpers out, the strong tingles shooting out every nerve in her body. She grips the crown of Remus' head as he holds her hips still on the bed. It doesn't take long for her whimpers to become light moans, then desperate cries. Brigitte begs Remus to push her over that edge, but the second before that mind-blowing explosion comes crashing over her, Remus peeks his head up. Brigitte whines and lifts her hips begging for him, but he stands and snaps her legs shut. 

"Maybe this will teach you patience", Remus asserts.

Brigitte looks at him dumbfounded, still trying to catch her breath. 'This fucker was in control the whole time...'.

Remus' facial expression softens as he pulls back the covers and gives Brigitte a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"C'mon. Let's get into bed", he says soothingly. She lies there, mouth agape... but this is why Brigitte's fallen so hard for him- he is softhearted. She's never met someone who really cares for her, as she is; and she herself has never cared so much for someone... even if he did just ruthlessly edge her.

"I'm really happy. I cannot imagine spending these Holidays without you..." Remus tells her quietly as he rests his chin on the top of her head. She tightens her embrace around him.

They silently bask in the bliss of being together, taking in each other's comforting scents. She smells like flowers and honey, while he's chocolate and old books. But Brigitte's curiosity cannot keep her silent.

"Remus...?". He gives her an almost inaudible 'hmm'. She suddenly feels anxious, like she may be overstepping.

"I... Well, I've never heard you talk about your family before...", she trails off. It's extremely personal, but she wants to know everything about the man she's falling in love with.

"My mum passed in '81...She worked very hard at keeping me safe and my condition a secret; she always loved me unconditionally. My dad did too, but after she died we weren't in much contact-", he sighs, "we had a big fight and haven't spoken in over ten years", he says with a hint of guilt.

Brigitte gives him a sympathetic kiss. "Oh, Lunaire. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked--".

"No, you're the person I want to talk about this with... It was hard. We had a fight about my disease, so after twenty years I didn't want to make him deal with it anymore. I'm not even sure where he is or if he's alive, to be honest".

"Wouldn't you like to know? With everything going on?", Brigitte asks, rubbing his bare chest soothingly.

"As of now, it'd be safer for him if we weren't close. Right now, I'm happy with you, Sirius, and all our friends. I cannot believe the big Christmas we're going to have. It's been thirteen years since I've spent the holiday with Harry and Pads", Remus assures her, kissing her to comfort himself.

"Thank you for telling me this, Lunaire. I feel so close to you", Brigitte whispers, settling in between his arm and chest. "I'll always be here for you".

"That's all I need".

They fall naturally into a deep kiss, fitting together like puzzle pieces under the sheets ...  that is, until their intimate moment is interrupted by a frantic knocking on the door.

Brigitte hides behind Remus as they sit up. "It's just Sirius, I'm sure it's fine", he assures her. He jumps out the bed and cracks the door open, hiding behind the door so Sirius can't see his bare bum.

Brigitte can see part of Sirius' face in the hallway lighting and knows right away it is definitely not fine.

Sirius tries to catch his breath, "I- it's Arthur. He- he's been attacked at the Department of Mysteries..."

♡ ♡

I’m so excited for the upcoming chapters!! Lots of fluff, Weasley kids, and Christmassy things 

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[the-shanone]

12 Days of Christmas Challenge - Day 3

Title: The Hogsmeade Holiday Fair

Theme: @12daysofchristmas Day 3 – Holiday Fair/Carnival

Fandom/Character(s): Harry Potter – Minerva/Poppy (with a guest appearance by Rosmerta)

Warnings: Brief mention of alcohol

Word Count: 832

Minerva wrapped her cloak tighter around her, shivering against the strong winds and frigid air as she pushed through the crowded streets of Hogsmeade. There were even more people there than usual because this weekend was the Holiday fair, planned specifically to coincide with the last Hogsmeade weekend before most Hogwarts students headed home for Christmas. She and Poppy had been planning to go together, but she had been caught up in a last-minute meeting with a misbehaving student who had wanted to appeal to her holiday spirit to get out of doing detention over break. Unfortunately for him, being delayed for an outing with her wife had not put Minerva in a forgiving mood.

Now, as she walked through the bustling streets with her head tucked down to avoid the wind, she tried to put her annoyance out of her mind. Her attempts, however, were failing miserably until she felt familiar arms wrap around her waist and pull her out of the crowd.

“There you are,” Poppy said as she placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“I’m sorry, the meeting dragged on longer than I’d hoped.”

“It’s alright,” Poppy murmured into the back of Minerva’s head.

They stood there quietly for a minute, just holding each other and enjoying being in each other’s presence until a laughing group of students rushed by them, pulling them out of their trance.

“Let’s look around, shall we?” Minerva surprised Poppy by offering her hand. She would normally refrain from any public displays of affection where students might see them, despite Poppy’s protests.

A grin spreading over Poppy’s face, she took Minerva’s outstretched hand and squeezed it before leading her out into the crowds.

They wove their way among the seemingly endless stalls set up in the middle of the streets, Poppy occasionally pointing something out and Minerva humming in agreement. They passed vendors selling hand-knitted hats and gloves with special warming charms, witches’ hats that changed into Santa hats when you said the magic word, and candles that would flicker in tune with whatever holiday song was playing. But before long, the wind and frigid air had started to wear on them, and they headed for the warmth and protection of the Three Broomsticks.

Ducking through the door, they were hit with a wave of warm air from the roaring fireplace and from the heat of many bodies packed into a small space. The pub was packed, and the quiet roar of many voices permeated the space. Looking around, many of the tables were occupied by groups of Hogwarts students enjoying their last days at school before they went home for break, and Minerva subconsciously loosed her grip on Poppy’s hand.

Sensing Minerva beginning to don her teacher façade, Poppy shifted closer to her wife and squeezed her hand. Too much of their time was spent as Hospital Matron and Professor; today, she just wanted to be Poppy and Min.

“Poppy! Minerva!” Madam Rosmerta waved them over to the bar at the back of the pub, thumping her hand on the bar in front of her to show them there were a couple of seats.

Poppy edged her way through the crowd, keeping a firm hold on Minerva’s hand as the woman followed behind her. Reaching the bar, they both gathered up their cloaks and slid onto the high barstools.

“Gillywater for you, Minerva?” Rosmerta raised a bottle from behind the bar in question.

“No . . . no thank you, Rosmerta. I need something stronger for the likes of today. Firewhiskey, I think.”

“And for me as well,” Poppy added.

Nodding, Rosmerta reached below the bar and pulled out a slightly dusty bottle, before pouring each woman a glass and sliding it across the bar.

“So, are you two out for the Holiday fair?”

“Yes,” Minerva took a swig of her whiskey. “I see you’ve also spared no expense.” She gestured to the many garlands, lights, and wreaths adorning the inside of the pub.

“Ah well, there is something about this time of year isn’t there. Speaking of which,” Rosmerta glanced up and a wide grin began to spread across her face. “I’ll give you two a minute.” She winked at them and then disappeared into the back room.

Minerva turned to Poppy with a confused expression, but Poppy merely nodded up towards the small, green shrub magically growing from the ceiling above them.

“Mistletoe,” she said after a pause.

Minerva’s eyes darted around quickly, picking out the groups of students sitting at the tables behind them and mentally calculating the likelihood that they would look over and notice her and Poppy.

Suddenly, warm hands were on the back of her neck and lacing into her hair, and she couldn’t quite remember what she’d been so concerned about as Poppy’s lips met hers.

Leaning into the kiss, Minerva let her hands wander over her wife’s shoulders and back, and she thought to herself that this Christmas would surely be the best one yet.

[allthemarrowoflife]

my headcanons for harry and neville, a rarepair i just found out about but already think is the softest

this got Long but bear with me here, they're two of my golden era favourites and I'm a sucker for some peaceful and cute fluffy love

they become really close friends once both go back to hogwarts for eighth year. in the nights harry wakes up sweating from nightmares and neville just can't sleep, they sit in the common room together

sometimes they talk about the deep stuff neither ever had a chance to, knowing the other can relate to at least some of it. (it also helps that hermione has put everyone she knows in contact with some wizarding mental health clinics cause we all know she would). sometimes neville will ramble about random facts or interesting books about herbology and harry just sits there and watches the way his eyes shine when he's allowed to be passionate. sometimes harry will ramble about quidditch or DADA and neville will sit there and listen to the excitement in his voice. and sometimes they just sit in silence and enjoy the company

harry gives up on the ideia of becoming an auror (that boy has had enough action and danger in his life, let him have some peace and quiet), so minnie mcg and the current DADA professor write him a recommendation letter for the DADA course in the Advanced Studies Academy (I don't really care if that really exists in the wizarding world, to me it does and it's kinda like uni) and he's accepted. neville is recommended by professor sprout and minnie for the herbology course in the same Academy

instead of looking for flats separately in the same city, they talk and decide it would be simpler if they just shared. the summer after graduation is spent looking for flats. except they don't find any that actually feels like them and the city is so big and there's so much noise and crowds

so one afternoon, harry shows up at madam longbottom's doorstep and takes neville to see a place, all the way saying "look, it's not exactly a flat and it's not in the neighbourhood we were aiming for BUT trust me, you'll understand when you see it"

and that's how two 19-year-old boys end up moving to an old but charming cottage on the outskirts of a forest near a small lake. the main reasons they discarted all other options upon seeing it include but are not limited to: a big bright kitchen for harry to have fun in, a small greenhouse that needs some loving, lots of space for teddy to play in when he grows a bit and the half an hour distance to the city, which does wonders to both their introverted and anxious natures

they stock the house with plants, books and old vinils. the walls are filled with photos of their friends, families and professors. by the front door, there's the moving photo minnie gave them, the graduation photo of the class of 1978, with both their sets of parents, surrounded by friends, smiling. hanging in the living room there's a gryffindor-themed banner that dean painted as a housewarming gift. jumpers and flannel shirts are tossed over chairs to be picked up later. there's a warm blanket permanently kept on the couch for movie nights on the muggle telly. neville starts growing vegetables and spices so harry can cook without driving all the way to town every week. there's a weird pendant hanging over the back door that they don't even what is the purpose of but leave there anyway cause it's colorful and was a gift from luna

neither of them had good childhoods and neither were offered much affection and support growing up, so they manage to find that in each other. be it through physical affection, bringing home little things they think the other will like or simply saying nice stuff

they genuinely make each other better. they talk about the bad stuff and laugh about the good. neville is the soft voice and the hand on harry's arm that calm his temper, while harry is the hug and warm presence that ease neville's constant worry

their first kiss happens on the exact 0:00 minute between their birthdays while they're stargazing on the grass behind the cottage. teddy, who is staying with them for a few days, is peacefully sleeping in his brightly-painted room. the summer air is fresh around them. fireflies are loose. the kiss is soft and sweet. there's nothing of the fear of ruining their friendship, it just feels like a natural turn that doesn't really change much of their dynamic except for the fact that they can now openly stare at each others eyes and say sappy things

neville is panromantic and asexual and harry just knows he's bi but doesn't really care about all the sex stuff, so their relationship (which is official now) never really gets past kisses and caressing touches, but that's exactly how they want it

now let's please take a moment for the domestic scene: 185cm tall harry potter, saviour of the wizarding world and defense against the dark arts academic, drying cloth hanging from his shoulder, dancing around in their kitchen with 170cm tall neville longbottom, hero of the wizarding world and herbology academic, who has a spot of dirt on the tip of his nose and freckles from the spring sun lighting up the front garden. you're welcome.

a random afternoon right after they graduate (with honours) from the Advanced Studies Academy, minnie shows up for tea and casually drops the information that the DADA and herbology positions at hogwarts are now vacant

welcome to the hogwarts staff, professor potter and professor longbottom, it's not as if the other professors had been planning on this all along, of course, nothing of the sort

they still go back to the cottage for the weekends, summer and winter holidays, and take time to travel around the world, sometimes for research on their areas of expertise, sometimes just for fun. during the school year, they drop by the three broomsticks to catch up with hannah or do pub nights with their friends

one summer night, they're watching a muggle movie cuddled on the couch and neville blurts out "haz, do you ever think about getting married?". that's how they got engaged. the ceremony and party are small and both held on their own backyard. teddy carries the rings and luna is the flower girl. they don't choose best-men and instead just divide their friends in two groups and call all of them the "grooms-maids"

they never get any pets, since they're basically only home like three months of the year. harry splits teddy's custody with andromeda cause she's old and definitely can use some help. ginny marries luna, dean marries seamus, lavender (who is alive and proud of her scar and eventual wolfish inclination) marries parvati, ron marries hermione. they're all happy, healthy and constantly meeting up

they have teddy every weekend and holidays

they go for family lunch at the burrow every sunday

they manage to be vastly different and absurdly alike at the same time, as seamus once put out

they're soft and happy and comfortable and ridiculously in love

the fan base for this pair is so small and I don't even know their shipp name (I've read "pottbottom" somewhere but I don'tthink there's one single name for them ) however I am totally converted, give me all the harry x neville soft content

also, I obviously made a playlist cause nothing in my head functions without a soundtrack so here

[oatmilkslytherin]

ruin me 2/? (d.l.m)

description: part two of ?? of ruin me mini series:)) 

requested: yes / no

warnings: mention of sexual themes, cursing, mentions of alcohol

draco’s pov:

the late evening turned into a cold fall morning, the chill of the dungeons running down my spine. my head pounded unforgivingly as i desperately grasped for the covers to wind around my body. it wasn’t until i felt the soft shifting from behind me did i remember the exact events of last night. 

last night. 

it felt like a dream, a distant memory written off as one of my many mirages forced by desire. i turned my body over to face the other side of my sheets, and there she lay. 

her y/h/c hair was sprawled around her delicate face and my emerald bedsheets cascaded over her sleeping body. she looked so peaceful and beautiful even when she was sleeping; i couldn’t help how utterly creepy i felt watching the gorgeous girl beside me sleep.

a small smile crept onto her features as i stared so hopelessly and lovingly at her. 

“stop staring, draco,” she muttered through her soft lips. my eyes widened with surprise, my brain itching to find some excuse to my staring. i could feel my cheeks glow red at her words. her eyes were still fluttered shut, but she inched her body closer to mine, her head resting against my chest as she pulled the blankets back over our barely clothed bodies. 

i hesitated to wrap my arms around her; i was still at a loss from her previous words. i knew i would be kicking myself later if i didn’t jump at the opportunity she presented me with. i carefully wound my arms around her body, pressing her warmth against me as she nuzzled her face in the crook of my neck. 

the effect she had on me was ethereal. my heart pounded out of my chest as a smile crept onto my lips. i was thankful for her closed eyes; she would probably make a fool of me if she saw how utterly infatuated i was with her in the most innocent ways. the craziest part was, i would let her. i would let her make a fool of me any day of the week if it meant i could have more moments like this with her. 

the silence was absolutely deafening. i craved to say something, anything to her to solidify whatever this was. in the back of my mind, i feared the rejection. i questioned if this even meant anything to her; if her wrapped in my arms in the early hours of the morning was just a casualty. 

i was praying for the latter.

-

her warmth consumed me much too fast. in the midst of my reeling mind, she had somehow coaxed me into another deep sleep. i dreamt sweet dreams of her sober laughter, her hand entwined in my own as we walked through these stone walls. it felt so real, yet so fake. i questioned our own interaction this morning when i woke to an empty bed. 

i sat up, startled immensely at the sudden coldness that resided in my sheets. i groaned outwardly, wishing i had plucked up the courage to say something before she was gone. i couldn’t help the way she made me feel; so dumbfounded in a daze by her mere presence.

still, i couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my features at the thought of her in my arms only a little bit ago. the way she leaned into me; our bodies curling into one. 

i leapt out of bed faster than i anticipated, ignoring the dull pounding headache that settled throughout me as i pulled my clothes over me. my heart pounded out of my chest, my mind blinded with confidence and a desire i could not ignore. i needed to find her, and fast. 

-

i shut the door to the three broomsticks softly behind me. a dull, lifeless chatter rang through the pub walls as a small crowd surrounded the bar. i spotted her nearly immediately at a lonesome table in the corner, her eyes trained on an assortment of parchment in front of her as she circled her pointer finger around the rim of her half-empty cup. 

my breathing was still heavy as my heart pounded relentlessly in my chest. seeing her sent shivers down my spine and made my mouth go dry; i wondered how someone could make me so nervous after only one night. but, here i stood.

i walked over to her, slumping into the seat opposite of her without a word. she glanced up at me briefly before returning her eyes to the papers, a dark smirk creeping delicately onto her features.

“fancy seeing you here,” she spoke, her eyes not meeting mine. i swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat, gnawing on my bottom lip as i mentally stuttered on any coherent thought i wanted to say.  

i reached out, pushing the slightly lifted parchment down towards the table. her eyes darted back to meet mine, her previous smirk now replaced with a more questioning look. 

“go on a date with me tomorrow?” my question tried to come off as cool and confident, but it ended up coming out more as a demand. y/n only smiled half-heartedly, letting the parchment fall from her fingertips as she placed her hand over mine. 

i felt a jolt shoot up my spine as she grazed my knuckles with her feather-light touch. i bit back my nervousness as i refused to break our eye contact, her y/e/c eyes boring into mine. 

“darling, i would absolutely ruin you.”

i didn’t have time to respond to her denial; she gathered her belongings and rushed out of the shop before i could even comprehend her words. i was left dazed and confused, my eyes following her and her reddened cheeks and she hurried out. i sat for a moment longer, my mouth slightly agape as her words replayed in my mind.

how could someone like her ruin me?

[socontagiousimagines]

Exquisite - Draco x Reader

Thought I didn’t want to write anymore but here we are...

Request - no

Warnings - sexual themes

First Year

“You know, Mother says we’ll be married someday.” Draco said from his place beside Y/N. Y/N let out a loud laugh as she reached over the table to grab some juice.

“I overheard my mother say the same thing last week when we were playing in the pool. I think it’s ridiculous.” she replied. There was a twinkle in her eye as she looked at the platinum haired boy.

“Yeah, I agree. Like I’d ever marry my best friend.” He shook his head with a small smile as he took the juice glass from her.

Third Year

Draco quickly rounded the corner of a long hallway - his speed picking up as he realized just how late he was. It was the first trip to Hogsmeade today and he couldn’t wait to spend time outside of the castle - time with Y/N outside of the castle. He’d finally gotten the guts to ask her on a date and he was late.

Much to his displeasure, he had to thank Potter for holding up the group with his unsigned permission slip. Thanks to him, the third years traveling to Hogsmeade were all gathered together and Draco was able to quickly find his friend group. Blaise and Theo were standing a few steps away from Pansy, Y/N, and Daphne.

“Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t find my jacket.” Draco explained, walking up to the boys. As he was finishing his sentence, McGonagall clapped her hands twice and yelled for the group to follow her and Filtch.

“Hello, darling.” he drawled, ditching the boys and taking the four steps to Y/N.

“Hi, looks like you made it just in time!” she exclaimed as she kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, my jacket was at the bottom of my trunk. I thought I’d left it at home, to be honest.”

“Well I’m glad you didn’t and I’m glad you made it. I’m so excited!”

Draco smiled as he took her mittened hand and followed closely behind the moving group. The group of students all went their separate ways as they entered the streets of Hogsmeade. Pansy pointed towards The Three Broomsticks with chattering teeth. They entered the pub and while Blaise and Theo ordered drinks, the rest of them cozied up at a table in the back corner.

“Can I just say, I’m so glad you two are finally going out? I really couldn’t listen to Y/N talk about how gorgeous you are anymore.” Pansy commented as she sat across from the platinum haired boy.

“Pansy.” Y/N growled.

“What? It’s true! Plus, with his comments about you? I was about to lose my mind and I’m sure the rest of our group would agree, plus your parents - ”

“Anyways,” Draco interrupted. “ are you guys going home for the holiday break or are you staying here?”

“Mother said she doesn’t want me home since they’re going to Italy for the holidays. So, I’ll be staying here.” Theo sighed.

He set down three butterbeers. Blaise, who had been right behind him, set down the other three and slid in next to Pansy and Daphne.

“We’re going to Paris for the holidays, I believe.” Y/N mused as she took a sip from her mug.

“As in you and Draco or your family? Or maybe both of your families? Are they throwing you an engagement party as well?” Daphne giggled from across the table.  Blaise let out a scoff.

“As in, if anyone wants to join us, I’m sure my parents wouldn’t mind.” she replied and took her mittens off.

“Well, I’m in!” Pansy exclaimed and turned to start a conversation with Blaise. Y/N rolled her eyes as everyone broke off into their own conversations. Draco grabbed her left hand and turned to her.

“Sorry, when I planned this to be our first date, I didn’t realize we were also dating everyone else in our group. I’m surprised Crabbe and Goyle went their separate ways.” he explained, his thumb absentmindedly stroked the back of her hand.

“It’s okay.” she whispered.

While the rest of the group had taken off to explore, the new couple had chosen to stay behind. They’d both taken advantage of the cold air drifting in from outside and had cuddled up next to each other. Draco’s arm was slung around her shoulders and he was still playing with her left hand - more specifically her left ring finger.

Sixth Year

The stress of the Winter Ball being three weeks away could be felt throughout the halls of Hogwarts already. Boys were contemplating who to ask while the girls spent most of their time in Hogsmeade shopping for dresses. There was also the added stress of Christmas gifts and there was undoubtedly no one more stressed than Y/N.

“I get that we have a tradition of Secret Santa in this group and it’s great and so fun... However, how did I end up with Draco? What do you get someone who already seemingly has everything?” Y/N asked Pansy over breakfast one morning. Pansy giggled in response and grabbed a slice of toast.

“You’re not supposed to tell anyone who you got. Also, he’s your boyfriend, shouldn’t you know?” she said, tearing the bread into small pieces.

“I’m aware. But do you see my predicament? This boy has literally anything a 16 year old could want.” Y/N pouted as she pushed her scrambled eggs around her plate.

“Now you know how hard it was for me last year. I finally caved and asked Theo to subtly try and ask him. Luckily Draco is so oblivious to everything we were able to get something out of him.”

“Oblivious to what, exactly?” a voice drawled from behind Y/N. She let out a small whine as the owner of the voice sat next to her.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. It’s girl talk, Draco.” Pansy smirked, taking a sip from the cup in front of her. Y/N rolled her eyes and dropped her fork against her plate.

A week passed.

Then two.

And then Pansy was doing Y/N’s makeup and Daphne was curling her hair and everything had happened so quickly. Y/N’s mind whirled as the dark haired girl in front of her swiped various brushes across her cheeks. Her nose crinkled as she heard the can of hairspray for the millionth time.

“What did you end up getting Draco?” Pansy asked, dipping into black eyeshadow.

“I’m not telling you.” Y/N mumbled. The girl in front of her gave a huff of breath and continued on with the flurry of brushes.

As the girls sat in the common room waiting for the boys, Y’N couldn’t help the anxiety she felt creeping up her spine. Her leg involuntarily bounced and she couldn’t help her teeth from ripping and tearing at her fingernails. A silver and green present sat beside her. But  her anxiety seemed to dull as Draco’s face appeared in front of her. The group of Slytherins sat in a circle and exchanged their Secret Santa gifts with one another.

Draco sat next to Y/N and pulled a small box from his pocket, placing it in her hand. Y/N smiled and gave him the box that had been sitting beside her. Everything else seemed to fade away as she opened the present. It was a small, diamond ring. “Malfoy” was carved on the inside of the ring. She almost laughed at the coincidence of getting Draco something similar. She’d gotten him a watch he’d been eyeing down in Hogsmeade and had it engraved with their initials.

“Y/N! You didn’t have to do this…” Draco said, looking from the watch to her.

“I wanted to. I know you’ve been eyeing it and I wanted to make it a little special with the engraving of our initials. Do you like it?” she asked.

“Of course I do.” Their lips connected and he grabbed the ring box from her. “I also wanted to explain this. This ring was something my father gave my mother when they first started dating. For their fifth dating anniversary, my father had it engraved with Malfoy on the inside and promised he’d marry her someday. Of course I don’t think we’re anywhere near getting married, but I do think that someday we will be. So, as a promise to you, that I’m in this no matter what, I wanted to give this to you.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears and all she found herself saying was, “okay.”

“Are you guys coming to the ball or not?” Pansy interrupted.

Seventh Year

“Babe, stop! I’m trying to study.” Y/N whined as she pushed Draco’s hand off her thigh for what felt like the millionth time that night. Draco’s face collapsed into a pout and he slumped in his chair next to her.

“Babe, stop.” he mocked her. He crossed his arms and glared at the floor.

“You’re such a baby.” she grinned and bumped her knee with his.

“Oh, I’m so sorry that I just want attention from my girlfriend. How crazy am I.”

“We spend every second together and we literally just got back from a date like three hours ago.”

Draco made a noise - that if it hadn’t come from Draco Malfoy itself would have been considered a whine - and moved his crossed arms to the table in front of him. He dramatically threw his head into his arms. Y/N sighed and went back to writing her paper and occasionally flipping through her textbook.

A few moments passed before the platinum haired boy peeked his head out to look at the girl next to him. He watched the light illuminate the diamonds of the ring on her left hand and reached out his hand to grab hers. She let him grab her hand away from her textbook while continuing to write with the other. Draco’s fingers glazed over the ring before taking it and twisting it around her fingers. Y/N raised an eyebrow and dropped her quill.

“Alright, alright. You win. Want to move this to the couch?” she smiled at him and he all but dragged her to the couch in front of the fireplace. He sat with his arm around her shoulders and her left hand still in his.

23 Years Old

“I can’t believe Pansy and Blaise just got married.” Y/N whispered as Draco spun her around the dancefloor.

“Me neither. They’re meant for each other, though. Between their personalities and looks? They’re a match made in heaven.”

“Oh, absolutely. Can we take a break from dancing? My feet hurt.”

Draco nodded his head and led her off the dancefloor. They took their seats at the front of the room. He still had Y/N’s left hand in his and he glanced down at the ring that had been there since they were sixteen. He smiled to himself as his fingers grazed over it. It had crossed his mind plenty of times to just propose already, but when he started talking about it to Blaise and Theo, he’d learned that they were planning to propose to their girlfriends and by the time they had, then their wedding planning had begun and it left Draco with few good times to do it.

Y/N watched as the boy next to her smiled to himself and twisted the ring on her left ring finger around. She watched his teeth grab his bottom lip and his eyes came up to meet hers. Her breath caught in her throat. No matter how many times she saw him, she could never get over just how insanely beautiful he was. His skin was flawless and she could never get his eyes out of her thoughts - how they’d flick to her lips before he kissed her, how they roamed her body when they were alone, how they lit up when he looked at her.

“Draco Malfoy, your eyes are as blue as the ocean and I think I’m lost at sea.” she muttered. The smile on his face seemed to grow and he closed the distance between them.

“You’re exquisite and I love you.” he mumbled against her lips before pressing his to hers.  

----- Snowflakes fell from the sky outside of Malfoy Manor. The wind whistled through the walls and snuck in through a window that had been left open overnight. Draco closed it with a snap and made his way back over to the warm bed. He sunk into the bed and pulled the covers up over his shoulders. The girl next to him yawned and snuggled closer into him.

“I can’t believe that window was open all night. It’s freezing in here.” she commented, though another yawn.

“I know. Why would you do that? So very awful of you, Y/N.” he whispered in her ear, a smile gracing his face.

“Shut up.” She tried to hide the smile on her face, smacking his chest lazily and leaning into his touch. He grabbed her left hand, his thumb stroking her ring finger. And he wasn’t sure if it was the cold weather that had seemed to sneak in over night or the foot of snow sitting in the windowsill or his tired, fuzzy brain, but he reached over into his nightstand and pulled out a small box. Y/N eyed it as he turned to face her fully.

“This isn’t how I planned on doing this, but it just feels so incredibly right in this moment. I was also going to wait until after Theo’s wedding, but if I wait one more second, I might explode. Twelve years ago, I sat next to you after the sorting hat ceremony, looked you in the eyes, and said that I thought it was a ridiculous idea that anyone could ever think that I’d marry my best friend. Eleven years ago, Pansy dared me to kiss you after a Slytherin quidditch match and I still would like to know how twelve year olds were allowed to play truth or dare with no restrictions.” He paused as they both let out a short laugh and he continued. “Ten years ago, you said yes to being my date to the first Hogsmeade trip and to being my girlfriend. Seven years ago, I placed a ring on your finger as a promise that one day, when we were ready to be married and have a family, that I would replace it. Today, I want to replace it with this one.” Draco opened the small box to reveal a very shiny diamond ring. “So, what do you say? Wanna be a Malfoy?”

“Draco, I honestly thought you’d never ask. Of course I do.”

[ladyaj-13]

There have been posts circulating on here about Harry Potter - why people love it, and why, in this more enlightened world, we should hate it. I wanted to add my story.

I grew up with Harry Potter. I mean, really grew up with it. I borrowed the first book from the school library aged 8. My dad bought me the second, the third a girl lent me. We were barely friends, but I saw her reading it and she saw me as a fellow fan. The fourth was the first hardback book I ever bought, and the first time a book publishing was a thing. The fifth, my dad drove me to the supermarket to pick up - I read it all in less than 30 hours, and got called to the dinner table still crying over Sirius. The sixth, somehow, is lost to time, but the seventh I got on the lunch break of my Saturday job. I was eighteen, the same as the Golden Trio, and the following week I met up with half of my sixth form in the pub. There was only one topic of conversation.

The first two films, my dad took me - I was young enough that I genuinely didn’t notice the terrible acting. Films three and four, I went with my school friends - a taste of independence, and sprinting for the last train home as soon as the credits rolled, breathlessly complaining they’d changed ‘Moony’ to ‘Mooney’ - the correct spelling is literally right there in the book, guys! By the fifth, we were old enough to drive ourselves, that magical time of being 17, 18 - adults but not, free but still tethered. For the sixth, I was at university - a whole new set of friends from all over, but all with this one experience in common. For the seventh and eight, I was working. A proper adult, financially independent, and new friends again - but still, they understood. They knew. They posed with chopsticks in place of wands in front of the battle scene cardboard cut-out in the cinema foyer.

I’ve been on the universal studios tour - once for the hen do of one of those same friends who sprinted for the train all those years ago. I’ve been to the Orlando wizarding world theme park - dragging my parents in my wake even though my mum, at least, has only read one book and falls asleep every time she’s in the vicinity of one of the films. But they indulged me. Last year, my best friend and her sister (who I bonded with over our shared harry potter love) finally convinced me to shell out for The Cursed Child - the story was so-so, but the magic... it was real. It was breathtaking. 

Harry Potter was also my introduction to fandom. Would I have found it without HP? Probably, eventually - I like reading and writing, and I like the internet! But for six whole years, fandom = Harry Potter, reading on the family computer and printing fanfic out for long journeys (no smart phones back then, folks!). Fandom became a huge portion of my life, countless hours and countless worlds to explore that have given me so much in return.

All this is a long way of saying – Harry Potter is tied up in me, in my memories. I waited for my Hogwarts letter. I looked at falling leaves in autumn and imagined darting about by broomstick, a seeker’s practice without the snitch. When my grandad died I was watching Prisoner of Azkaban, right at the point where they’re back in time saving Buckbeak. I paused it, and my mum told me while I stared at Hermione, frozen in that pink hoodie. I cried, and when I stopped - there was nothing to be done. My flatmate was out. I watched the end of the film, and felt a bit better.

Harry Potter - yes, it’s the books, it’s the films. And they have issues. I never got into Pottermore, and don’t even get me started on JK’s tweets. But we don’t need to, because Harry Potter - despite being such a huge industry - has grown beyond those bounds. It’s ours now. Now, Harry Potter is detailed meta posts on Tumblr by people far smarter than me. It’s gorgeous fanart, depicting all the inclusivity and sensitivity that's so missing from the source material. It’s fanfics that make you cry, laugh, and even squee!

It’s ours. It’s mine. But more than that - it’s me. Delete Harry Potter, carve away the parts of it inside me and you take away what makes me. Those memories with my dad, school friends, university friends, adult friends. Those easy conversations with strangers who aren’t strangers any more. Those times alone, bored, and turning to books, films or fanfic as entertainment. The good and the bad and all of the in between that's been coloured by a fantasy world from another person's head - but that set up a home in mine.

Without it, I would be different. And I don't know who I'd be.

[requiemhqs-blog]

❛  02┊ yer  a  wizard ,  harry  !

july thirty first. for many, it’s just another day. but for many, it’s the start to a story that many have come to know and love over the years. and it appears, even the island is looking to celebrate the birthday of harry james potter. so, for today and today only, everyone in requiem is a wizard ! not really. but everyone’s been sorted ! pick a hogwarts house you think your muse would be in—when they woke up today, they had robes, jumpers, athletic uniforms, and a whole bunch of other house - related swag waiting for them. they still had their regular stuff, too, but honestly.. who would choose to wear those. plus, they even got a wand to play with, too ( and luckily for us all, they’re just for show ). the hidden entrances to the ‘wizarding’ neighborhoods of the island are now open, too - which means anybody and anybody gets to experience the magic. and the best part ? the muggles will probably think it’s a bloody theme park. regardless of who you are, or where you’re from, you should come down to the THREE BROOMSTICKS pub tonight in hogsmeade ! i hear there’s a surprise birthday party for an unsuspecting boy ( though no one seems to be able to confirm if harry’s coming ). either way, come tomorrow morning, everything shall be normal once again. so wingardium leviosa that diem while you can. 

ooc notes : you do not have to do anything with this event if you don’t want to. it’s entirely optional for muses to participate. we’re keeping this event / plot drop rather short, since it’s pretty impromptu ! this plot drop / event combo will be open from now until the end of august 5th. during the ‘open’ period, you’re allowed to make new starters surrounding it. once this period closes, you can continue your established threads involving it, but can’t create new ones. you can also continue the threads you had before this.  use #requiem:edit if you make anything ( social media posts, moodboards, etc ) for the event.

[localravenclaw]

Things I would love to turn into theme park attractions from Hogwarts Legacy:

The Catacombs Horror House with inferi, acromantulas, Devil Snare traps etc

The Goblin Mines rollercoater

Magical Creatures animatronic petting zoo idc I will convince myself they're all real

The Three Broomsticks-themed pub where I can drown myself in butterbeer on tap

Scriptorium Escape Room feature crucio or no crucio i want it!

Honeydukes sweet store/café shut up i will have a full-on pictorial with all the cute magical treats

Quidditch-themed Paratrooper idk how but I wanna be swung around on a pretend-broomstick idc

A ferris wheel of that one rickety wind mill in Irondale lmao one of them has to be underwhelming you can't have everything

Unicorn and Thestral carrousels

Hogwarts Student Makeover at Madamme Snelling's the equivalent of a Disney princess makeover but you just transform into your MC

And the cafeteria is just the Great Hall but you have to sit at your House table and awkwardly mingle with other 'students' lol

[dramioneficindex]

Dramione Fic Index ~ Title J

Title: Jackknifed Author: ElfMaidenOfLight Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 23 Word Count: 39,995 Summary: Hermione investigates a noise to find Draco lounging in an empty classroom. A chance meeting that goes beyond petty hate evolves them into something neither would have expected. Does a pureblood’s veins really run cleaner? Status: Complete Timeline: Year 5 Published: February 17, 2007  Completed: May 18, 2007 Relationship: Forbidden Love/Secret Relationship, Friendship, Revealing Their Relationship Themes: Forced Partnership/Together, Quidditch/Flying Draco: Quidditch Player [Seeker/wins], Snarky Hermione: Emotional, Feisty, Know-It-All, Prefect Locations: Great Hall, Hogsmeade, Hogwarts Express, Hogwarts Library, Potions Class, The Three Broomsticks Friendships: Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Minerva McGonagall, Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape Sequel: The Other Side of Fate - T, 20 chapters - Draco Malfoy, a foot in both the Deatheaters’ camp and in Dumbledore’s army, begins to pull away from the life he has been groomed to lead and embraces a family he never dreamed he could have. But will the past continue to haunt him?

Title: Japanese Blossoms Author: inadaze22 Rating: M Genre(s): Drama, Fluff, Humor, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 16,309 Summary: The snow fell, the wind blew, the trees swayed, and the blond man with a heavy heart just stared. Draco supposed it was fitting that the beginning of their story was at the end of another. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-war Holiday: Christmas/New Year’s Published: March 14, 2008 Relationship: Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Engagement, Friendship Draco: Redeemed Hermione: Feisty Side Pairings: Ron/Lavender, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Luna Friendships: Draco & Harry, Draco & Ginny, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ginny Characters: Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley Anti-Characters: Anti-Ron Warnings: Implicit Sexual Situations, Strong Profanity

Title: Jealousy  Author: rainsrabble  Rating: M  Genre(s): Romance, Drama  Chapters: 23  Word Count: 61,031  Summary: “If I’ve harmed her?” He seethed, snaking into Harry’s space, his voice dropping to a menacing hiss. “She comes to me crying and you have the nerve to question how I’ve treated her?”  Status: Complete  Timeline: Year 6, AU Alternate Links: AO3  Published: May 17, 2005 Completed: February 20, 2018 Relationship: Fake Relationship, Progressive Relationship  Themes: News and Gossip, Flying, Jealousy, Sharing a Bed, Gift Giving  Draco: Snarky, Posessive/Protective  Hermione: Feisty, Emotional  Locations: Hogwarts  Side Pairings: Ron/Padma  Friendships: Hermione & Harry  Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Padma Patil, Ginny Weasley, Parvati Patil, Blaise Zabini 

Title: Jelly Filled Guilt Author: Unwritten Whispers Rating: M Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 3,766 Summary: Her mum’s homemade coconut jelly filled doughnuts were what she lived for - the one sweet that she loved more than anything in the world, even more than books or her own… her own life, even. How dare Harry and Ron make her feel guilty for loving something more than her own life! Status: Complete Timeline: Hogwarts Years Published: October 23, 2011 Themes: Sweets Locations: Great Hall Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley

Title: Jilted Author: cleotheo Rating: MA/NC-17 Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 10 Word Count: 23,896 Summary: Dumped on her wedding day, Hermione decides to head off on honeymoon to escape the inevitable gossip that she knows will come. While on holiday she encounters Draco and the pair embark on a passion filled affair. Is their romance just a holiday fling or will it continue once they have to return to their normal lives? Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: May 30, 2014  Completed: June 17, 2014 Relationship: Engaged/Married (at some point) Themes: Adultery [Ron cheats], Cooking/Baking [Hermione], Dancing, Flirting, Hermione Sits in Draco’s Lap, Swimming, Travel [Italy], Wedding/Honeymoon [Draco/Hermione’s Honeymoon] Draco: Business Man, Redeemed Hermione: Emotional, Ministry Employee Locations: Draco’s Flat/House, Hotel, Ministry of Magic Side Pairings: Hermione/Ron, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Lavender Friendships: Draco & Blaise Characters: Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley

Title: Jingle All The Way Author: justamuggle Rating: G Genre(s): Fluff Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,258 Summary: Draco Malfoy wonders how he will spend his upcoming Christmas, however, someone else has already made plans. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Holiday: Christmas/New Year’s Published: December 28, 2012 Relationship: Boyfriend/Girlfriend Themes: Co-Workers/Office/Partners Draco: Redeemed Locations: Diagon Alley

Title: Joining A Granger Family Christmas Author: MiHnn Rating: G Genre(s): Fluff, Romance, Humor Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,162 Summary: Malfoy spends Christmas with the Granger family for the first time, and Hermione is not worried. Not at all. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Holiday: Christmas/New Year’s Fest/Exchange: dramionedrabble Published: December 4, 2011 Relationship: Established Locations: Grangers’ Home Characters: Original Characters [Hermione’s Extended Family]

Title: Journeying Through the Dark  Author: Reetinkerbell Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 1 Word Count: 5,196 Summary: Draco and Hermione are on the run from Fenrir. DracoxHermione, written for dmhgficexchange. Status: Complete Timeline: War Fest/Exchange: dmhgficexchange Alternate Links: LJ | LJ Published: May 20, 2011 Themes: Baths/Showers, Injuries [Hermione], On the Run Draco: Order Member Characters: Fenrir Greyback, Original characters

Title: Jumpers And Revelations Author: naarna Rating: E Genre(s): Fluffy, Angst, PWP Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4,285 Summary: Upset, Hermione flees the Weasley Christmas, in need of a drink. She never expected to have a horrible evening turned into a night worth remembering… Status: Completed Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Fest/Exchange: Smutty Claus Published: January 7, 2018 Themes: Co-Workers Office Partners, Breakups, Alcohol,   Draco: Ministry Worker, Redeemed, Snarky Hermione: Ministry Worker, Heartbroken, Locations: Bar, Hermione’s flat Character Point of View/POV: Hermione Featured Holidays: Christmas

Title: June Author: secondbutton Rating: NC-17 Genre(s): Humor, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 3,360 Summary: All Draco wants for his birthday is his wife. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Fest/Exchange: Dramionelove’s Spring-Summer Fest Published: August 13, 2013 Relationship: Already Married Themes: Events/Celebrations [Party], Quidditch/Flying, Summer Draco: Curse-Breaker, Quidditch Player [Seeker], Redeemed, Sex God Hermione: Sex Goddess Locations: Draco & Hermione’s Flat/House, Malfoy Manor Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Draco & Theo, Draco & Harry, Draco & Ron, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron Characters: Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley Character Birthdays: Draco

Title: June Fifth  Author: ScarlettSunshine Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Humor Chapters: 1 Word Count: 6,325 Summary: Draco doesn’t need, nor want, to celebrate his birthday. “June fifth…” Hermione frowned. “That’s today.” “Ten points to Gryffindor,” he drawled. “Um…Happy birthday,” she offered lamely. “Thanks.” His tone was clipped. “Do…what’re your plans?” she asked. “Well, lunch once you get the hell out of my office.” Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: February 4, 2014 Themes: Co-workers/Office/Partners Draco: Snarky Hermione: Feisty Locations: Malfoy Manor, Ministry of Magic Characters: Original Character Character Birthdays: Draco

Title: June’s Lies Author: Ladii Emelia Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,162 Summary: Draco struggles with a problem, and Hermione is there to help him.  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: October 14, 2011 Relationship: Established Themes: Rain Draco: Broody Locations: Draco’s Flat/House Character Birthdays: Draco  Character Point of View/POV: Draco

Title: Just a Dance Author: goldhorse Rating: MA/NC-17 Genre(s): Drama, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 14,722 Summary: He said it was just a dance. But was it? Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: May 14, 2014 Completed:May 18, 2014 Themes: Alcohol, Co-Workers/Office/Partners, Dancing, Muggle Life, Piercings [Draco & Hermione]  Hermione: Feisty  Locations: Other Bars/Pubs/Clubs  Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny  Friendships: Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron  Characters: Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley

Title: Just a Minute Longer Author: wolfgirl17  Rating: M/R Genre(s): Fluff, Humor, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 7,383 Summary: “Where’s my hello kiss?” Draco asked her, smirking into her face when she lifted her head to peer at him “I haven’t seen you all day and I come home to be attacked by the horde. I need my kisses woman!” Timeline: Year 8 Published: September 17, 2014 Themes: Dreams [Hermione] Draco: Redeemed Locations: Hogwarts Library Warnings: Contains profanity, Scenes of a sexual nature

Title: Just a Taste Author: MissBloodyDel Rating: M Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 7,776 Summary: Being Head Girl means Hermione must share a dorm with Head Boy, Draco. But things have changed- he’s nicer. And when Hermione discovers something about him, their relationship will never be the same.  Status: Complete Timeline: Year 7 Published: January 3, 2011 Themes: Apologies [Draco], Baths/Showers, Cooking/Baking [Draco cooks], Head Boy/Head Girl Draco: Redeemed Locations: Heads’ Common Room

Title: Just Admit It Author: inell Rating: NC-17 Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,245 Summary: Sequel to Just Say It. It’s Draco’s turn to play Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, AU Published: August 5, 2004 Relationship: Already Married Themes: Endearments/Pet Names Prequel: Just Say It - NC-17, one shot - no summary

Title: Just Another Day in the Office Author: teenage_hustler Rating: NC-17 Genre(s): Plot? What Plot? Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4,687 Summary: Hermione’s already having a terrible day, when Draco comes in to make it unbearable. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Fest/Exchange: hp_porninthesun Published: June 11, 2009 Themes: Bad Day [Hermione], Co-workers/Office/Partners Draco: Snarky

Title: Just Blood Author: DracoDew17 Rating: M Genre(s): Angst, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 7,714 Summary: The issue of blood takes a physical turn between Draco and Hermione. Status: Complete Timeline: Year 7 Published: March 22, 2008 Themes: Head Boy/Head Girl, Injuries [Draco] Draco: Quidditch Player [Captain/Seeker/Wins], Snarky Hermione: Bossy, Feisty Locations: Heads�� Common Room, Hogwarts Hospital Wing Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey

Title: Just Breathe Author: Inell13 Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 1 Word Count: 6,917 Summary: Following the War, Hermione and Draco become closer and help each other heal.  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, AU Published: November 4, 2004 Themes: Muggle Life, Nightmares [Draco], Sharing a Bed Draco: Draco’s Feelings, Redeemed

Title: Just catch the snitch, Harry! Author: Catairly Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Friendship Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,867  Summary: “If we win, you’ll do what I want. If you win, I’ll do what you want. Deal?” he whispers, looking straight into my eyes as if expecting me to say no. And precisely because of that, I whisper “Deal” in return. Status: Complete Timeline: Hogwarts Years Published: December 23, 2011 Themes: Bets/Wagers, Quidditch/Flying Draco: Quidditch Player [Captain/Seeker] Hermione: Point of View Locations: Quidditch Pitch Characters: Harry Potter

[megaerakles]

Worst Valentine’s Date Ever

(This is actually from an upcoming chapter in one of my fics, Educational Decree No. 24, that I decided to share today because of the holiday theme. Minor-spoilery for the story in that, surprise surprise, Tom and Hermione end up dating. This is a fifth year au where Tom is their classmate. but things are happening pretty much the same as they did in OotP. If you want to know more, I’ve linked the story above. Happy Valentine’s day!!!)

One chilly Thursday in February found Hermione and Tom working together in the library, as usual. She could tell something was on his mind, because he kept opening his mouth and then closing it again. Unsure whether it would be a good thing, or a bad thing that would devolve into an argument, Hermione thought it prudent to just wait it out and get some work done while he worked himself up to whatever he was going to say. After maybe ten minutes, Tom finally spoke. “So this weekend is Valentine’s Day.”

That was what he was trying to talk about? Hermione couldn’t suppress an amused snort. “I’m aware of the date.”

He seemed to weigh his next words very carefully. “And do you… expect anything? From me?”

“If you’re afraid of me dragging you into Madam Puddifoot’s, don’t be,” She informed him, smirking as undisguised relief spread across his features. “No, I actually won’t be able to do much at all; I’ve got some business to take care of in Hogsmeade that day.”

He cocked his head at that. “Business?”

Hermione nodded. “I’ve made an appointment with a reporter. Harry will do most of the talking, but Luna and I need to discuss terms with her beforehand, and I wanted to give him time to take Cho out first—“

At the mention of Harry’s name, Tom had started to scowl, and soon he could no longer contain his indignant outburst. “So you’re going to blow off me, your boyfriend, on Valentine’s Day, for Potter?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Tom, you know it’s not like that. This has nothing to do with the day, and everything to do with the timing. If you want to do something ‘romantic’ or whatever, we can meet up after dinner. But we need to get this article published as soon as possible, which means this meeting has to happen ASAP.”   

Tom was silent, and Hermione (foolishly) thought that meant the end of the discussion, so she turned her attention back to her book. A moment later she heard him sullenly mutter, “What reporter have you got to talk to Potter, anyway? The Prophet’s been dragging his name through the mud for months.”

Hermione kept her head tilted down towards her book to hide her wide grin. “Rita Skeeter.”

Tom snorted. “I’ve really got to teach you how to lie, darling. If you want to get out of answering a question, you’ve got to pick a believable fiction.”

“I appreciate the advice, dear, but in this case, it’s actually unnecessary.” Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out Skeeter’s curt reply to her last letter and handed it to Tom. She had the pleasure of watching disbelief and shock spread across her boyfriend’s face as he read it.  

“How in Salazar’s name did you pull this off?” He asked, frowning at her once he’d finished. “I thought she hated Potter, and you?”

“She probably does,” Hermione said, smiling and feeling more than a bit smug. “But I really gave her no choice in the end.”

Tom’s eyes narrowed as he leaned closer to her. His voice was low and demanding as he said, “How?”

She hesitated sightly, because she imagined he was going to react rather positively to this news, but after a moment she said, “You see, I’ve learned a secret about her that’s… rather significant, and if she wants it to remain a secret, she’s got no choice but to to cooperate—”

“Blackmail.” His eyes had darkened and he purred the word like a caress. “You’re blackmailing her. You are.”

Hermione sighed. “You could put it that way, I suppose.”

All of the sudden she found herself being pulled out of her chair and into Tom’s lap. A second later his hands were fisting in her hair and his mouth was on hers, kissing her desperately. She gave a small exclamation of shock, but decided to just go with it, and they made out heavily for a couple of minutes before he broke apart from her.

“What brought that on?” She managed to ask once she’d caught her breath.

Instead of answering her he grinned, still panting slightly, his lips swollen and his eyes blown with arousal. Eagerly he asked, “can I watch?”

Hermione blinked. “What?”

“Can I come to your meeting and watch you blackmail Skeeter? Please?”

He hardly ever said that word, even to her, and it caught her completely off guard. “Why would you want—“

“Because you’re unbelievably sexy when you act like a Slytherin.”

Not sure whether to be insulted or flattered, Hermione bit her lip. “I’m not sure, having an extra person there could distract from the purpose of this meeting, and if we don’t get things settled then we won’t have another opportunity till March. And what with the breakout—“

“You’re telling me that you are going to be threatening and manipulating your enemy, on Valentine’s Day, and Potter gets to watch, but I don’t?” She hadn’t seen Tom look this offended since the time she said Harry was a better teacher than him.

Hermione sighed and pushed against his shoulder. He loosened his grip on her waist and she climbed off his lap. “I’m sorry, Tom, but this is really important. It’s business, not some… weird version of foreplay for your benefit.”

Tom crossed his arms and scowled at her. “I don’t see why it can’t be both!” His voice was just a bit whiny, like a spoiled child being told ‘no’. Which was pretty much what was happening, actually.  

Godric, she hated it when he pouted. She was still a good enough person that it was able to make her feel bad. And he knew it, too, which was why he did it. But while she was willing to give in to him over little things, like when he insisted she sit next to him during Quidditch matches, she was not going to bend on this. This was too important, too real.

“Look, I’ve said you can’t go with me, and that’s final. I’ll meet you back here as soon as I’m done, and we can have a nice evening together. Alright?”

After a long moment of glaring at the floor, Tom sighed heavily and said, “Fine.” Hermione smiled, pleased that he had accepted it. She sat back down and turned her attention back to work, and after awhile, she was able to get him talking about something completely different. He still sulked for the rest of the evening, but by the next morning, he was back to his usual self. His annoying, pushy, demanding, and yet somehow still devilishly attractive self.

By the time Saturday actually rolled around, she managed to forget entirely about the disagreement. Instead, anxiety about what she was going to do took over. What if something went wrong? What if somehow publishing this article made things worse for Harry? It would be her fault, wouldn’t it? By the time she met with Luna in the entrance hall, she’d nearly talked herself out of it, but somehow she managed to push on. When they arrived at The Three Broomsticks, she put on her brave face and requested one of tables in the back where they would have at least some privacy.

A few minutes after she and Luna had taken their seats, Rita Skeeter entered the pub. Hermione almost didn’t recognize her, as her once perfectly styled hair now hung limp around her shoulders and her thoroughly unglamorous robes looked like they had seen better days. Hermione couldn’t help but be a bit smug about how the once polished reporter seemed to have let herself go. Hopefully this bit of prolonged unemployment would teach her to not make up malicious rumors about innocent people…

Skeeter spotted Hermione and scowled deeply, but made her way over. She took ahold of the chair directly across from Hermione and yanked it out from beneath the table. “Well, Miss Priss, let’s get down to business,” she hissed, sneering at Hermione as she sat down. “Care to explain what this is all about?” Hermione couldn’t help but grin; once, she may have been intimidated by Rita Skeeter’s mean looks, but after spending so much time around the Slytherins this year, her nastiness had little affect.

“Glad you could make it on such short notice, Miss Skeeter,” she said, folding her hands in front of her on the table. “This is my friend Luna,” she said, nodding to her companion, who was doing that thing where she stared at a new person without blinking. Skeeter wrinkled her nose and looked at her for a long moment and looked the slightest bit unnerved. Finally, she bit out acidly,

“Pleasure. Now, little Miss perfect, I’d really like if you’d explain just why—”

Hermione cut her off by abruptly standing up and glaring darkly at the person who had just entered the pub. Her idiot boyfriend was grinning and weaving around the tables to make his way over to her.    

“What the hell, Tom? I thought I said no!” she exclaimed once he was close enough to hear.

“You said I couldn’t come here with you, and I didn’t. I came with Blaise.” Tom gestured to Zabini, who was standing behind his shoulder looking bored out of his mind.

“That was not what I meant and you know it!”  

“And who might this be?” Skeeter had twisted around in her seat and was looking Tom up and down.

Tom, of course, offered her one of his breathtakingly charming smiles and held out his hand. “Pardon the intrusion, Miss Skeeter. I’m Tom Riddle, Hermione’s boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? Really?” Skeeter snapped her head back around to stare at Hermione, as if waiting for her to deny it. Her eyes glinted as greedy curiosity spread across her features.  

Hermione gritted her teeth. “Yes, he’s my boyfriend, but he is not supposed to be here! I told him to wait at the castle—”

Tom looked at her, putting on an overly exaggerated pout and speaking in a sickeningly sappy voice. “I know, Hermione, but I just couldn’t stand to spend all day away from you! Not on Valentine’s Day!”  

Hermione took a deep breath in and counted to ten as she let it out.

“My, my, Granger, you’ve done rather well, I must say!” Skeeter said, looking between the couple and furrowing her brows. “I honestly can’t quite believe it, after your romantic debacles last year. I thought you were still seeing Potter; he’s meeting us here today, isn’t he?”

“Hermione and I have reached an understanding where Harry Potter is concerned,” Tom said, somehow managing to sound demure, which he most definitely wasn’t! What a snake! “This love triangle business has been a bit difficult, but I simply care about Hermione too much to let jealousy and petty rivalries get in my way!”  

Skeeter’s face had lit up like a Christmas tree as Tom fed her the exact sappy bullshit she used to invent. “You seem like such a fascinating young man, Mr. Riddle, it’s a shame we didn’t get a chance to meet last year! Why don’t we remedy that? Please, have a seat!”

Hermione glared at her boyfriend, already scripting how she was going to lay into him later for ambushing her like this. He was completely out of line! “We really don’t have the time—”

“Don’t mind if I do!” Ignoring her, Tom slid into the seat next to Hermione and pulled her back down before sliding his arm around her shoulder. “If there’s one thing I love, it’s talking about how my lovely girlfriend and I overcame the odds and ended up together!”

“That sounds like a wonderful story, I simply must hear it!” Skeeter gushed, pushing her horn-rimmed glasses up on her nose before leaning forward and resting her head on her hands. “In fact, I’d like to hear everything! Once I get back to writing, I’m going to need all fresh material, and you seem like just the sort of character my readers would love meeting. Why don’t you start from the beginning? Tell me a little about yourself!”

That was all Tom needed to launch into a long monologue about himself while Hermione stewed next to him. Blaise ended up sitting down next to Luna and apparently lacked anything better to do than strike up a conversation with her, so Hermione alternated between listening to that and glaring at Tom. There was no way she was spending tonight with him like they’d planned, not after this!  

When Harry and Cho showed up half an hour later, arm and arm and giggling, it was to find her throwing eye daggers at her boyfriend as he kept his arm around her shoulders and schmoozed an ecstatic Rita Skeeter, while Luna enthusiastically lectured a bemused Blaise on the dangers of heliopaths.

Harry cleared his throat and gave Hermione a half-confused smile. “Well, this is… the strangest double date I’ve ever seen.”

[noxtms]

❝       AMORTENTIA finally opens its doors this week, and you don’t need the gift of second sight to see the greatness in their future ! i was lucky enough to be given a private tour of the refurbished & freshly charmed building by the visionary behind it all, madam amare - and it definitely didn’t disappoint. the themed rooms are an absolute delight, and the drinks menu ( lineup wholly dependent on the room you find yourself in ! ) puts the three broomsticks to shame ! i don’t want to spoil the treat you’re in for when you make your way through those lacquered doors for the very first time, but make no mistake : i fully encourage you to put aside your inhibitions and get down there as soon as possible ! you won’t want to be the last person you know having the full amortentia experience !       ❞

WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE :  

young wix have been complaining for years that there’s nothing worth doing for their age group on diagon alley. with no trendy hangout spots available, their business has long been taken elsewhere & into the streets of muggle london, which has never been ideal, but has always been the best they had available. their complaints were always valid, of course, but nothing ever really seemed likely to change until last october when the poison apple on knockturn alley was at the center of a newsworthy event. the successful nightclub ran into difficulties pretty immediately, when it became obvious that even though the werewolf attack had nothing to do with the location of the club... no one wanted to risk it, anymore. it took a long time for business to pick back up again, and eventually, the poison apple began to draw crowds again - but it was too late. one woman saw a rare business opportunity in their brief period of suffering, and like it or not - the concept of amortentia, soon to turn into their only real competition, was born. 

DIAGON ALLEY’S newest and only nightclub opens its doors this week in what first appears to be a cramped stone building but boasts over a dozen themed rooms in the spaces that have been charmed to be twice - sometimes three, four times - the size. among them, there’s one dedicated to cabaret, another that looks exactly like a stereotypical muggle speakeasy. everything in the aptly named love room is bubblegum pink, and small amounts of their namesake potion is added to hidden vaporisers - it’s not enough to do anything too worrying, but they’ve got research to back up the theory that walking in and smelling your deepest desired is the best way to sell drinks. there’s a room of mirrors, a dance hall of strobe lights, a classy rooftop lounge - and the vip area with its silver shelves of expensive liquors, private dj & blacklight covered dancefloor was booked out months in advance of opening by mikaela karkaroff for her shared birthday. 

whether you got your invite ( and the rooms password ) for the karkaroff twins bash, are part of the weasley family pub crawl for percy, are joining the gang to celebrate theodore’s belated birthday & draco’s early OR, godric forgive, are just looking for a night on the town - there’s something for everyone at AMORTENTIA, and on opening night, the back of hand stamp ( a bright pink picture of a familiar vial of potion ) is the hottest ticket in town. 

OUT OF CHARACTER:

information regarding mini event requests can be found in the server that i’ll link you all to when i link this post, but i’d just like to take this opportunity to explain the concept as thoroughly as i can ! we’ve always had the ic channels ( and enjoyed them ), and i’ve always wanted to find a way to incorporate member driven events to an rp where ... members feel comfortable enough to approach me about them, and where they’re able to be given their dues ! discord - and your willingness to engage with what i put down - has encouraged me to try this one more time, and trial the concept of what i’m gonna dub ‘mini events’.

they’ll run the same amount of time as any other & they’ll be treated as seriously, but they’re going to be based in their own server opposed to on the dash. you’ll have full control of the server - no worries there, you’ll be able to create channels for private & open conversations - and you’ll be able to rapidfire, but it’s allowing an opportunity to have something fresh to get into without overwhelming you, on the dash. they’re not meant to take away from regular rping at all - just keep the juices going, and provide an easier setting for anyone who might be on hiatus, or who just wants to do even more writing but can’t on mobile ! 

i’ve always been looking for the best middleground between ... under stimulated and over, and i’m really looking forward to trialing this new idea ! this first mini comes from me, and future ones will have to come from you, that’s where the ‘member driven’ comes in - but we’ll discuss it more later ! maybe do a vote ! for now, please just enjoy the amortentia opening ! 

the event starts today ( with the posting of this message ) and will end two weeks from now. 

on dash does not have to be paused, and please keep in mind that no event threads should be posted on the dash.  

it’s up to you whether your characters would attend or not, but i definitely encourage everyone to give it a whirl ! even if you’re just creating outfits and posting them in the relevant channel, you’re giving it a chance ! 

if you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to message the main ! please like this post once you’ve read it.

[crimsonblackrose]

When I was planning my trip to Japan there were a couple must-do’s. I wanted to see the lavender in Hokkaido and enjoy the ice cream there. I wanted to stop by USJ for some butterbeer but more importantly to enjoy the limited time only Sailor Moon festivities happening and I wanted to try my hand at Disney Sea again. When sharing holiday plans with friends I learned that plans with two of my friends overlapped. They too were planning to visit Universal Studios Japan for butter beer and Harry Potter, since neither had been before, and to visit one of the Disney’s in Tokyo. We got to talking and decided, why not, let’s go together. So we set about planning our combined part of the trip. They’d only be in Japan for 3 full days, flying in after work the day before and leaving early the day after. I made lists of everything they wanted to do and figured out logistics and the best areas to book hotels and even made an itinerary.

I didn’t see them when they came in, having already gone to bed and ending up with my own room. I saw them at breakfast. Having already been to USJ and knowing Harry Potter was high up on their list we ironed out our plans while we ate, which was mostly the fastest of us would run to Harry Potter as soon as we got there and scan our tickets to get our timed entrance tickets. The fact there was a timed entrance had them a bit stressed. However, as is usually the case with a group, we didn’t leave at our expected time, had errands and multiple misadventures on the way before eventually just grabbing a taxi to USJ. We got in, did a quick questionnaire at the entrance where they gave us a free Hello Kitty towel, grabbed maps and the fastest of us shot off  in the direction of the ticket booth while I ran personal errands, like picking up a Sailor Moon popcorn box a friend had asked me to get her. (More than delighted, meant I got a box full of free popcorn to eat on my way to meet our friends.)

Our plan teetered on this assumption that we wouldn’t get into Harry Potter immediately and that we’d just do whatever we wanted until our time came. Things like watch the Sailor Moon show and ride rides. However from some quick disjointed and semi-confusing messages we met our friend who told us that there wasn’t a timed entrance. So with their anxiety and stress about not being able to get in, we headed straight to Harry Potter. And this was a mistake.

The point of a timed entrance for Harry Potter, and only Harry Potter when it comes to the USJ park, is to keep the amount of people in that section of the park lowish, but if everyone realizes at the same time that there is no timed entrance on that day it means everyone goes right in and it becomes insanely crowded.

So we wandered around, hoped from one line to get an icy butterbeer to another to get into the shops to soak up air conditioning, taking pictures and looking around as we we wrote postcards and sent them at the owlery.

Then we went to lunch at the Three Broomsticks which was at least a nice respite from the sun, if not the most air conditioned part of the park. I got the same thing I did last time only this time I also got dessert, a butterbeer potted cream.

shepherds pie with a salad and onion and bell pepper dressing

It was perfect and I was quite happy with it.

butter beer potted cream

After we finished we noticed that there were still several long lines. One for Ollivanders and one for the castle.

This is my view from the line to get into the castle. If it’s ever this long don’t get in the line.

We automatically got in line for the one for the castle. And this is where our mistakes came to fruition. Amusement park 101 before getting in any long line, if you’re with a group, leave one person in line and someone go find out how long the wait is. If it’s too long of a wait, rescue your friend in line and bail. If the wait isn’t long go back and join them. I blame this on this general idea that if you see a line you should get in it. When it comes to good local foods or something cool happening it’s a great go to.  Especially in Korea. Long line outside of a restaurant, go in and try whatever everyone else is ordering you’ll probably be pretty pleased. But it just doesn’t work in the same way for amusement parks.

Special notices for Harry Potter. If the line for the castle nearly comes all the way down past where the singing frog choir is and near Ollivanders and the Owl Post, abort the mission. That line is too long. But I wasn’t thinking about that. I was thinking about how this was their first time ever at Universal Studios and if you’re going to visit Harry Potter you should visit the castle. It’s just a lot of fun if you’re a huge fan of Harry Potter which they were. Their whole point of going was Harry Potter. Plus we were a group. I could run off and buy Gilly water (which is just bottled water and costs 350 yen) and pumpkin juice (800 yen). And someone else could go watch the frog’s choir for a quick second before it was time to rejoin the line, and before we actually passed the gates and had to worry about being obnoxious for dipping out of the line.

The reason why you don’t do long lines, is because you’re stuck after a certain point. You’re stuck not moving, standing without any easy way to escape, and usually in the sun, cooking away. I had an umbrella with me, some Japanese cooling sheets, and a portable fan. I also had some gilly water that I’d purchased along with some pumpkin juice and a sailor moon popcorn box filled with quickly turning stale caramel popcorn. I wasn’t in any danger of going hungry or dehydrated. But even with all of that the wait was brutal.

One of the many gilly water bottles I got that day. This one from lunch.

But no where did we see a sign for how long the wait was, and my feet were already hurting from days of travel and exploring. One hour passed, then another.

From the gates there’s still usually a several hour long line. So if it’s every beyond this point I say come back later.

I’d brought Sailor Moon sticker nails so I’d be festive for the sailor moon show. We had so much time with no end in sight so I started doing my nails in line.

I found sailor moon (Luna) sticker nails at LoHB in Korea.

We finally reached the castle and I came up to a conundrum. I had to go to the bathroom. I’d waited in line for no less than 3 hours and finally reached the lockers for the ride. I flagged down a staff member (there’d been none prior to this) and learned what you do. You tell them and they give you a little piece of paper and lead you out of the line/ride with directions to the nearest bathroom and then you come back in through the exit, hand the paper over to whoever is there to ask why you’re skipping the line (or in my case why I didn’t have a little brochure as to how to use the lockers). I tried looking for my friends, realized they must have gone ahead and so just went on the ride by myself then waited for them in the gift shop. Turns out their wifi egg died so they’d gone ahead and ridden then waited outside the gift shop for me. The true kicker that really hurt after the whole ordeal was upon exciting the ride, the ridiculous line I’d waited 3 hours in was gone. Just completely gone. If we’d just come by later it would’ve been so much faster.

But we were exhausted. Standing in the sun in line for 3 hours had zapped us of any energy we’d had. The Sailor Moon show I wanted to see was over, the last showing having happened a couple hours before and they had no energy to do anything other than get in line at the three broomsticks for some ice cream and water. Fun fact, if you want a butterbeer or beer you can go in the other entrance for the pub but they won’t let you sit. It’s only drinks to go.

So, we got some ice cream, I got butterbeer, and we drank water, then we left, and did a little bit of shopping on the way out. Mostly for snacks that we were afraid would melt if we’d bought them earlier.

I bought some souvenirs at the Sailor Moon shop then tried to get some Sailor Moon snacks and then that was it.

strawberry smoothie soft serve?

I’d reached a second wind but I was alone in that. I thought if we tried to get snacks at the restaurant selling Sailor Moon snacks then they could recover but it was so awfully hot that there were no tables left and no one was moving. Most groups had finished their food and drinks, staff had come and whisked away their trash but they weren’t moving. Lots of heads were down on tables with a look of being overheated and passed out. So we threw in the towel, grabbed a cab and headed back to our hotel to buy a convenience store dinner and go to bed.

design of sailor moon shop

Lessons learned: Always check how long the line is. Over 2 hours is usually too much to wait. If Harry Potter or something with a timed entrance suddenly doesn’t have a timed entrance, treat it with extreme caution. If it looks crowded go back later. Always check show times. Especially for places like USJ where multiple shows share the same theater or space, this means that a show you want to see could be over before 1pm. Those sorts of timed things should be put at the front of your to-do list, because the rides and food should still be there. Popcorn boxes are super cute and you end up with a hands free popcorn container for the whole day but the popcorn goes stale surprisingly quick.

Another thing that bummed me out was that I belatedly realized that the hats I kept seeing people wearing that looked like they were from One Piece, actually were in fact from One Piece. And the park was having a summer water gun fight with a pirate One Piece theme. It was also on the other end of the park/ over by the time we left the castle.

What really sucked was, while I’ve been to USJ before I know it can be better, the friends I was with, this was their first time there. And for one, her first time at a big park beyond something like six flags. She even commented that it seemed like a tricky way for them to lure people in for a large chunk of money only to get you to do some shopping and ride one ride. I hope some day she can get a chance to go back and have a better experience. But not in summer, let’s not do that again.

A failed return to USJ When I was planning my trip to Japan there were a couple must-do's. I wanted to see the lavender in Hokkaido and enjoy the ice cream there.