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undergaunts · 4 months ago

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It’s Nice To Have A Friend pt.2

Ominis Gaunt x Reader (non-specific gender / house)

Summary: You’re eleven when you first meet Ominis Gaunt. He’s the skinniest, most frail looking boy you’ve ever seen, with white-blond hair and dark circles under his eyes. (or what if you’d started Hogwarts in 1886 as a first year?)

Rating: Mature (not extremely detailed smut but the characters are intimate after turning 18!)

Word count: 3.1k

Read on AO3 or below the cut <3

You’re eleven when you first meet Ominis Gaunt. He’s the skinniest, most frail looking boy you’ve ever seen, with white-blond hair and dark circles under his eyes. For a moment, you think you’ve come across a corpse; his practically lifeless body slumped on the train seat, his wand limp in his hand, the tip shining red.

You watch him, too scared to say anything, in case he really is dead. But you couldn’t find a seat anywhere else on the train, but he has a whole compartment to himself…

Then the train shakes, rousing him from sleep, and he stares straight at you, glowing ice for eyes, which makes you jump out of your skin.

You wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t. His eyes flicker, as if searching for something, until they drop to the floor and begin to close again.

Perhaps he was choosing to ignore you, or perhaps…

You clear your throat, and he startles, his wand pointing straight at you, ready to attack at any moment, back straightening and eyes widening. You then you apologise, you hadn’t meant to cause fear, and ask if you can sit with him. Something washes over him, and his demeanour changes. His wand lowered, he nods.

Now, seeing him closer, you notice the almost translucent glow of his pale skin, and the dotted beauty marks across his cheeks.

It’s silent, for a while, teetering on awkward, until the sweet cart comes around. The lady is nice, letting you look at the varying choices, until you spy some of your favourites - Fudge Flies. You’ve got a few coins in the little purse tied to your waist, but before you can even look down, that boy is handing over the money, buying two of everything - enough for you both to stuff your faces.

You tell him he can’t, it’s far too much money, he must need it, to which he shakes his head. He’s got plenty.

So the lady puts the sweets into a box, and leaves it on the seat next to the boy, who finally introduces himself. Ominis, an unusual name, you think, for an unusual boy.

He tells you he is blind - that’s why his eyes look like that. A lot of people are scared of him - that’s why he was sitting alone. He doesn’t sleep much at home - that’s why he’d fallen asleep. His family are insanely wealthy, that’s why he doesn’t mind paying for the sweets.

You spend the rest of the ride to Hogwarts telling him which sweets he’s picked up, helping him open the packaging, and describing the view out of the window, in great detail.

You’re twelve when you decide Ominis is probably, most definitely, your best friend.

You have other friends, of course, but you always gravitate back to the solemn Slytherin. Even behind his ghostly exterior, you are wholly aware of his warm interior. A heart of gold and a tongue so sharp it could knock you flat - but he’d never let it.

He too has other friends - a brother and a sister - and you often find yourselves together, huddled in the secret room Ominis had introduced you to that you all decide is called the Undercroft. You spend hours studying, playing Gobstones and just laughing until you’re all delirious.

Over your first year, you’d watched Ominis put on weight, get more sleep and just be generally happier than that boy you’d met on the train.

But by the time you return for your second year, he’s back to the way he was; sunken in on himself, a shell of a human, so ghostly and empty that you wonder if it’s really him.

It takes time, to coax him back to himself. To remind him he’s back where he belongs. To get him to eat, to sleep, to even smile. It shatters your heart into a million little pieces, and you wish you could tell him how much he means to you, but your vocabularies just isn’t there and you’re far too shy to explain yourself.

So when he finally smiles for the first time in your second year, all teeth, followed by a loud laugh, you decide that you always want to see him like that. You’d spend forever helping him heal. That that is your best friend.

That is Ominis.

You’re fourteen when you realise you have a crush on Ominis Gaunt.

You supposed it had come on, slowly over time. His delicate touches, shy smiles and quick wit did nothing to help with the slowly growing pang in your heart every time you saw him.

He’d spent his previous two summers out in Feldcroft, his friends not allowing him to suffer at the hands of his family. You’d missed them all, terribly, so when they sent an owl, inviting you to stay the last week before heading back to school, you didn’t hesitate.

The four of you spent your time exploring, admittedly journeying to areas your friends’ Uncle had made you all swear you’d not go to. But why listen to him? You wanted to have fun. You’d missed them all.

Especially Ominis.

So when you almost trip and fall over a stack of stones, and Ominis grabs you, almost instinctively, stopping you from hitting the floor, you wonder how he’d managed it.

Then he tells you to be more careful, he can’t have you hurting yourself. And you wonder why it matters.

Then he slips his hand into yours, and you feel a blush creep onto your skin (which you thank the Gods he can’t see). And you wonder why he’s doing that.

Then he holds on tight to you, and doesn’t let your hand go until you return to Feldcroft. And you wonder how it’s taken you this long to realise how you feel about him.

You’re fifteen when you decide that yes, you’re in love with Ominis Gaunt.

It didn’t take too long, from realising you were crushing on him, to realising you were in love.

You can’t be blamed, though. Since he first held your hand, he just hadn’t stopped. Excuse after excuse; he’d lost his wand, you seemed a little tired, you had cold hands, he had cold hands…it never ended, and you never got over the feeling of pressing your hands together.

And then there was your quiet moments for just the two of you in the Undercroft, which had turned from laughing and complaining about school and homework, to hushed tones and honesty, with him telling you about his family; his wretched mother, cruel father and probably the worst of all, his demon-incarnate brother.

You wished you could help him, take all his suffering from him, all the tormented dreams he had, keep them locked, and throw away the key. He’d laughed at this, and thanked you. He tells you that everything you do, every moment you are with him is enough.

The way you are sitting, cross-legged, opposite him on the cold stone floor, so dangerously close, you wonder, if you just leant forward, would he close the gap?

Then he reaches out and takes your hand in both of his, squeezing gently. I love you I love you I love you I love you floods your mind. He looks like he’s going to do it, going to kiss you, and your face heats up in anticipation.

But he doesn’t.

Instead he stands, pulling you up with him, and suggests sneaking into the kitchen for a slice of pie.

And you agree, following him out of the room, even though you feel like your heart had been torn out and left on the floor of the Undercroft.

You’re seventeen when you first kiss Ominis.

It’s an unusually warm, early Autumn day, another painfully boring History of Magic lessons drags by and you watch Ominis as he falls asleep, head dropping into the palm of his hand and eyes fluttering shut as Professor Binns drones on and on about the founding of St Mungos, which, in itself, might’ve been an interesting subject, if it wasn’t for the teacher teaching it.

You let him sleep, as he looks like he needs it - he always looks like he needs it - up until Binns dismisses the class, floating out of the room, following the other students to leave just you and Ominis, alone.

Now that the room is quiet, you can hear Ominis’ soft breathing shake slightly, and his lips purse a little - he’s dreaming - and although you’d like to leave, to wake him and head for the Great Hall for lunch, the sight of your best friend looking so peaceful for once, means you know that you can’t.

So you get comfortable. You untie your school robe, draping it over the back of your chair, and then wander to the shelves stacked with varying tomes, trying to pick one up to flick through, but it’s far too heavy, so you abandon your quest.

You then move to the glass cabinets, full with artefacts and objects that you’d seen before from where you sat, but up close looked far more interesting.

And then you sit yourself down at Binns’ desk, looking over the fairly sparse tabletop. Most professors had notes and diaries with new information and ideas, but not the old ghost. No, you supposed, he’s been teaching for so long, he knows all he needs to.

There is one book, though - Broom History. You’re an avid flyer, so your interest is, for the first time in this classroom, piqued. You skim through the pages, tracing the outlines of the pictures with your finger, much alike you’d seen Ominis do on multiple occasions.

As you think of him, you look up and see him stirring, eyes opening as he rubs away the sleep, yawning, which, stupidly, makes your heart flutter a little.

You begin to say something, mouth trying to find the right words, but before you even can, he’s patting the seat beside him - your seat - and frowning when he finds no one there.

Again, you begin to speak, to tell him you’re right here, you haven’t left him, but then his hand lands on your robe.

He frowns, and you mirror his expression as you watch him.

Ominis grabs the robe, thumbing it slightly, allowing the soft fabric to glide over his skin, before bringing it into his hand, before lifting it straight to his nose, and inhaling.

You squeak - a strange noise you didn’t even know could possibly come from your mouth - immediately making Ominis flinch and turn to you, eyes piercing straight through you.

He stutters, words not coming easily, possibly in an attempt to explain himself, but the sentences don’t finish or end in one place, and your mind is racing a million miles a second, until you catch up to your thoughts, and stand from your chair.

Ominis stops trying to form a coherent sentence, and stills, waiting as you walk over to him. Your heart is in your mouth. You want to ask a thousand questions. Why did he do that? Had he done that before? Did you smell nice? Did he like you? Was he ever going to tell you?

But you don’t ask him a question. You round the table, standing next to him, eyes searching his face for something - you just didn’t know what.

And maybe you find it, maybe you don’t. Instead, you find the courage, finally, to take his cheeks in your hands, and kiss him.

You expect him to pull away, to tell you he just doesn’t feel that way.

He doesn’t.

He leans into the kiss, melting into you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer, tilting his head to meet your lips at just the right angle.

You pull away first, and he follows you, trying so hard to capture your lips again that you laugh, from deep in your belly, which makes him laugh too. You drop down onto your seat, unable to keep the smile off your face.

You say, sorry, I just had to, and he shakes his head. I should be the one apologising, what I did was rather odd.

No, you move your hands from his cheeks to his shoulders, then one had slips further, to twirl his tie around your finger. It was sweet, endearing. Do I smell that good? which makes him laugh again. My absolute favourite. It’s a wonder you haven’t noticed before.

And then he leans in again, moving his hands from your waist to thread through your hair, and you tug him closer by his tie.

For the first time in years, all feels right.

You’re eighteen when you tell Ominis you love him.

Your final Christmas in Hogwarts had finally come, and most, if not all of your friends and fellow students had returned home, or headed on holidays. Seeing the world before work takes over, one of your classmates had said.

And they were right. Once you’d completed your N.E.W.Ts, you were to fend for yourself. But seeing the world would come later.

So you stayed behind, because behind was where Ominis was, Christmas lights reflected in his pearlescent eyes, hand intertwined with yours, wandering through Hogsmeade as snow slowly began to fall.

You’d spent hours in the little village, and despite the cold, you felt warm and giddy inside, even as you made the cold trek back to Hogwarts.

He cracked jokes, even sang the occasional song, as you reentered the school grounds. You don’t think you’d seen him like this before, as if he was drunk on life. The two of you hadn’t been together all that long, but he’d easily fallen into a level of comfortable that you’d never imagined he could be.

The perfect Ominis you’d always known, was somehow even more perfect in love.

In love, you could only assume. He’d told you he’d liked you since the moment you’d met on that train, and had definitely had feelings for you by the time he’d first mapped your face in his hands.

But in love was not something you’d even dared to speak about.

So when you’re sat by the fire in the Slytherin common room that evening, tucked into the side of him, cheek on his chest as he hums a tune you’ve heard before, pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head, you think you should probably tell him you love him.

So you do.

You’re almost too quiet, but he hears you. He asks you to repeat yourself, and despite the grin spreading across his face already, you say the words again.

And then he kisses you.

You half want to laugh, half want to cry, as he whispers that he loves you too, between kisses, more than you could ever possibly comprehend, and kisses you again, and again, and again.

Until he pulls you on top of him, and you find the kisses go from delicate and loving to ravenous, to where he’s threading his long fingers through your hair, to him grinding up on you, pulling you down onto him, desperate for friction, moaning when he finds it.

We could be caught, you whisper against his lips, and he nods. Perhaps we should move this into my room, I am the only one staying in there afterall, then gasps a little, fearing he’s overstepped, only if you would like to, of course, which makes you laugh, because of course I would, Ominis.

So he takes you, hand-in-hand, his wand guiding the way, to his dorm room. There, already eager, he pulls his sweater and shirt off, exposing his slim figure. You’d seen him shirtless before - and Gods had you had to desperately attempt to force down the bright red flush that had covered your cheeks for even days after - but this time you can reach for him, to touch the soft, pale skin.

And this time pulls you in closer, kissing you again, pulling your clothes from your body, pressing your frames together, just the feeling of your bare torsos sending lightening bolts through your veins.

The way he gasps your name, the way he touches you so gently yet with such determination and focus, the way he holds you, quickly sends you to the brink.

Ominis pulls you onto his bed, not letting go of you, not once. He lays you on the plush, far comfier than your own, and whispers sweet nothings, syrupy sweet, words that makes your heart pound.

He makes love to you. He pulls your legs around his waist and holds you like you’re the most precious thing he has ever, and will ever hold.

He makes you see stars, giving in to constellations littered across your eyelids, which, coincidentally, take the shape of the beauty marks across his cheeks.

And when you both finish, he curls himself around you, arms and legs intertwined as he caresses your face, uttering promises of love, forever, until your eyes close, and you find him in your dreams.

You’re nineteen when you marry Ominis Gaunt.

A vague yet threatening letter had arrived in Feldcroft, where you’d been staying with your friends after school had finished, his family informing him he would be expected to return home, immediately.

He’d told you, tears in his eyes, that he knew what they wanted. He was to be married off for the highest bid, to a pureblood witch and her family that he had likely never met, and he couldn’t, because he hated his family, and most importantly, he loved you. He wanted to marry you, no one else.

So let’s marry, you’d said, taking one of his hands, your other wiping away the stray tears cascading down his cheeks. Let’s run away. They’ll never know if we tell no one.

So you do. You leave Feldcroft in the middle of the night, and travel south to Gretna Green, where you marry as the sun sets three days later.

Ominis vows to you, to love you until the day he dies, to be by you side no matter what - and you vow the same.

That frail boy with icy hair that you met the first day, seemingly afraid of his own shadow, was now standing in front of you. Only now he had a smile on his face, his golden-blonde hair that had darkened with age had grown longer and softer, and now, with you by his side, he wasn’t afraid of anything.

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brairslair · 1 year ago

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Hey!! I loved your Peter Parker fic!!

I hope you're taking requests, if yes can you please write harry potter x ravenclaw!reader? Where reader is a muggleborn and loves muggle music, she does this thing where she gives all her friends a song which reminds her of them, even multiple to Hermione (who secretly loves it and listens to those on loop) and ron( who tries to act like he doesn't care but secretly feels loved) but she's never given harry a song, despite him being her best friend. But after one of DA meetings they are alone and harry asks her why doesn't she give him a song (fallin' all in you- Shawn Mendez) and she plays it for him a and that it reminds her of him, AND THEY KISS!!

I'm really sorry if it's too specific, please feel free to change anything! THANK YOU SM!! I LOVE YOUR FICS!!❤️❤️✨

definitely not too specific! i love that you gave me so much to work with, so ty anon! i did switch it up a little bit, but i hope it turned out to your liking!

318 Hours 43 Minutes ˗ˏˋ H.J.P ´ˎ˗

“Be my summer in a winter day, love”

harry potter x ravenclaw!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

REQUESTED: yes requests are open! fandoms: marvel, stranger things, harry potter (any era), scream

WARNINGS: fem reader, not proofread, fluff fluff fluff, muggleborn!reader, reader is described as somewhat of a musical prodigy, modern music, mobile phones, and spotify all exist in this timeline, 7th year, kissing, idiots in love, best friends to lover ig, joking mentions of death, lmk if i missed smth!

A/N: i'm sure there are tons of grammatical errors in here but lets pretend we don't see them!

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing!

If there was one thing you couldn't live without, it would be music. It was almost impossible to recall a time you had left your dorms without your headphones. Music had just always been a huge part of your life. Growing up, your parents got you into piano lessons, and you were playing Beethoven by the end of the first month. After that, you picked up as many instruments as you could afford, starting with violin, then guitar, the flute, and now the harp. Your parents had to soundproof the house.

Once you got your acceptance into Hogwarts as a witch, your whole world turned upside down. You were sorted into Ravenclaw, which felt very fitting, and were assigned a dormmate, Padme Patil. The two of you clicked immediately and became instant friends. After a few months of hanging out with the Patil sisters, you were introduced to three Gryffindor students in your year; Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. Instantly, you felt some sort of a connection pulling you to them, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

You started hanging out with "The Golden Trio", as you affectionately called them, all the time, and the four of you eventually became a quartet. You had grown especially close with Harry, and the two of you did almost everything together. Well, everything except study.

After one particular study date with Hermione, you were thrilled to learn that she shared the same love for muggle music as you did. The two of you rambled on and on about your favorites, uncharacteristically losing track of your studies.

"The song Rises the Moon reminds me a lot of you!" You mindlessly exclaimed, watching as Hermione's eyes lit up.

The rest was history. You were known to associate songs with the people around you, and you had no shame in telling them. You had given Hermione, Ron, and the Patil sisters a countless number of songs over the years. In fact, you had given them so many, that a few had made playlists to keep track of all of them. Ron was the most hesitant to accept the recommendations, but Hermione told you she had caught him singing along to them in the common room on multiple occasions.

Every once in a while, you would even see another student studying in the library, maybe one you had only said 'Hello' to in passing, and a song would just scream out to you so loudly that you had to leave them a note about it as you left.

It was like your own personal love language, and you loved being able to make people smile, even if they never listened to the song.

The one person close to you whom you had never given a song to, was the infamous Harry Potter, and it was painfully hard for him to ignore. After almost seven years of being best friends, you would think he would have been worthy of at least one song, right?

He watched as you expertly conjured up the Draught of Peace potion the class was supposed to be working on, smacking Ron's hand away when he goes to touch it. Watching you was the only thing that made this class somewhat bearable.

He can't get it out of his head... the fact that you've never given him a song. He's been thinking about it non-stop since you gave that Hufflepuff boy a song in the dining hall a few days ago.

It wasn't news to him that he had been in love with you since 5th year, probably longer than that before he had even realized, but he would sooner die than admit it out loud.

You were the most important person in the world to him, but he was almost positive you didn't feel the same way. He would never be able to forgive himself if he ruined your friendship. So, he just kept his big mouth shut and pretended like there was nothing there.

He thought he was really good at faking it too. He wasn't.

Anyone with eyes could see the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way his smile looked ten times brighter when you were around. It was blatantly obvious he had it bad for you.

What wasn't as obvious was that you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you. You may have been much better at hiding it, but anyone close to you could see it clear as day. I mean, it was silly really. The way you were both so stupidly in love and too scared to see it.

Harry snapped to attention as Professor Snape called on him, spitting out to 'straighten his spine and get back to work'. He grumbled something under his breath before following instructions. When he looked back at you, he found your eyes already on him, giggling at the scene he had caused before returning to your schoolwork. He loved hearing your laugh.

As the class ended, Harry gathered his things into his bookbag, slinging it over his shoulder as he straightened his robes. Snape was the first to leave the classroom, followed by a small swarm of students who were anxious to get back to the common rooms for some much-needed free time. Harry looked over to where you and Ron had been sitting, watching you pull out a scrap of parchment with messy little scribbles on it, before sliding it over to the red head.

"I found a new song the other night, and it reminded me so much of you, I just had to write it down before I forgot the title." You smiled, watching Ron look over the writing, thanking you awkwardly as he shoved it into his pocket.

Harry suddenly felt his pockets get lighter.

"I'll be in the library with Hermione tonight. Wants to tutor me for Transfiguration." He said in an annoyed tone, though you knew he was secretly looking forward to it. "You wanna come? Could use all the help I can get."

Harry secretly hoped you would say no.

You packed up all your belongings, making sure not to forget any of your notes, "Yeah, sure! Just have to do a few things first, but I can stop by in a bit." You smiled, the way you always do, as you shoved folders into your bag.

"Alright," Ron nodded, "I'll see you." He said as you waved each other goodbye, Ron heading for the exit. "Oh hey, Harry." He threw out casually as he left the room, calling attention to the boy in the back of the otherwise empty classroom.

You quickly turned around, smiling brightly when you saw him still sitting awkwardly in his seat. "Oh hey, Harry!" You repeated, "You're still here?"

Harry regained common sense then, now realizing he had been staring at you for the past hour, he stood from his seat and walked over to you. "Yeah..." He trailed off dumbly, still in his own thoughts. He head got cloudy as your perfume surrounded him.

He had debated on bringing it up for the past few months, but was to scared of your response. Honestly at this point, he could barely focus on anything BUT asking you about it. He figured that at this point it would be better to just get it over with. Like ripping off a bandaid.

"Hey, uh... Could I ask you something?" His voice cracked.

"Yeah, of course!" You finally slung the bag over your shoulder, giving Harry your full attention. "Ask away."

Your voice sounded sickly sweet, and it somehow made him more nervous. "Alright... Well, uh, I was just wondering-" He felt far too vulnerable to look into your eyes, so instead he looked at your shoulder. He had to clear his throat, "I was wondering why you've never given me a song?" He slurred out, trying to act casual about it while his heart was beating at top speeds.

Your smile immediately dropped, and Harry's stomach fell into his shoes at the sight. Now it was your turn to avoid eye contact, looking down at your feet and chewing on your cheek as you debated a response.

Harry felt like he was about to pass out. His hands grew clammy, and he could hear his heart hammering in his ears. The only times he had ever seen you not smiling were when something really terribly tragic had happened, or when your friends were upset themselves. This had to be a bad sign, right?"

Meanwhile, a million thoughts swirled through your head. You had hoped he hadn't noticed the exclusion, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he brought it up. You felt sick to your stomach. How could you lie your way out of this one? You hated lying, especially to Harry, and you didn't want to hurt him. Could you really risk telling him the truth? What if he freaks out and goes running for the hills and all your years of friendship are ruined?

"You know what, it doesn't matter." Harry brushed off weakly, starting to back away from you, "I don't need to know! It's no big deal, just forget I even said anything-"

"Harry, wait-" you instinctually grabbed his hand, making him freeze. You let go to reach into your bag, Harry cautiously getting closer. His confusion increased when you pulled your phone out, rapidly typing on it to pull something up. When you finally found it, you took a deep breath. Once he saw what you were about to show him, there would be no turning back. Finally, you made yourself turn the phone around so Harry could see the screen.

It was a private playlist titled "For Harold", and the cover photo was a picture that Hermione took of the two of you after a snowball fight last Christmas break. Falling all over each other in laughter, completely covered in snow.

You handed the phone to him, limbs shaking too much to hold it steady. He looked below the title to see the timestamp read 318h 43m.

You felt like your stomach was being tied in knots.

"This is why I've never given you a song." You admitted quietly. His expression was hard to read. Brows furrowed and mouth slightly open in shock. "I just... There were too many that reminded me of you."

Harry still hadn't looked at you or said a word, and you started to feel like you'd bounce right off the floor with how much you were vibrating.

Then he stopped scrolling, staring at the title of one particular song much too long for your liking. Even worse, he pressed play. As soon as the song started, you shrunk down into the desk behind you.

Sunrise, with you on my chest No blinds in the place where I live Daybreak, open your eyes Cause this was only ever meant to be for one night We're changing our minds here Be yours, be mine, dear

You busied yourself by playing with your fingers, looking absolutely anywhere but at Harry.

So close with you on my lips Touch noses, feeling your breath Push your heart and pull away, yeah Be my summer in a winter day, love

You started to feel incredibly antsy, regretting ever showing him the playlist. "We really don't have to listen to the whole thing-"

I can't see one thing wrong Between the both of us Be mine, be mine, yeah Anytime, anytime

You squeezed your eyes shut to try and save yourself from some embarrassment, but when you opened them, you found Harry looking at you with the biggest smile you'd ever seen in your life. Your belly flipped.

You are bringing out a different kind of me There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free Fallin' all in you Fell for men who weren't how they appear, yeah Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free Fallin' all in you

Harry was beaming, putting the phone down on the desk beside him. He slowly made his way closer to you, and no matter how badly you wanted to look away from him, you couldn't.

He was now so close to you that you could feel his breath fan across your lips, and the song faded in the background as your heart pounded. "Is this how you really feel? About me?" He asked as his cheeks turned pink, and you couldn't help but find the silly question endearing.

You nodded your head, deciding that your voice would give out if you tried to speak right now. The eye contact was almost unbearable, and you broke it with a quick glance down to his lips.

The second you did, his lips were immediately on yours, pressing hard into you. You gasped against his lips in shock. You felt like your whole body was on fire.

He pulled away too soon, mumbling a boyish "Sorry about that-", before you chased his lips and pulled them back down to yours, muffling the rest of his apology. This time it lasted.

Your lips felt like they were home against his, moving slow and sweet, like you had all the time in the world. You sighed happily into the kiss, pouring the years of pent-up feelings out for each other. His lips tasted like pumpkin, and butterbeer, and the sweet vanilla chapstick you gave him. It made you giggle a little against his lips.

You melted as he mindlessly cornered you against the desk, his hands gently holding your face like you were made of glass. You wrapped your arms around his neck to ground yourself. His lips curled up into a smile against yours, and you involuntarily matched the expression. It all felt so... right. Like all of the pieces were finally falling into place.

Unfortunately, you both need oxygen, so you were forced to pull away. He rested his forehead against yours, as you share the air between you. You pulled him impossibly closer, nudging his nose with yours, both knowing you felt just as lovesick for each other.

Then your phone dinged. Harry looked down at the message from Ron, reading "Hey, you still coming tonight?"

He picked it up to respond, "Can't, sorry!" before flipping it over carelessly, both of you giggling as he pulled you back for another kiss.

i had so much fun writing thissss ugh this was such a sweet prompt. tysm anon!

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dramioneasks · 1 month ago

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HP FESTS: Dramione Month (Part 7)

Dramione Month 2024:

The night study by Hyemi_28 - E, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are learning in a secret nook of the library at night when the Hogwarts History book become useful…

Veritaserum Confessions by anna_hawk - G, one-shot - At a raucous DMLE celebration, Draco Malfoy accidentally drinks Veritaserum and seeks refuge in his office to escape the impending embarrassment. But when Hermione Granger finds him, he’s cornered and compelled to answer her playful questions. Amidst her teasing, Draco spills his biggest secret: his Patronus memory is tied to Hermione. As emotions run high, Hermione’s unexpected confession and a heated kiss turn their playful banter into a heartfelt revelation.

Who's Afraid of Little Miss Granger by TheMaryScribbler - E, WIP - Voldemort was defeated in the Wizarding War of 1805, but two years later Wizarding Society is still struggling to recover. A record number of Wizengamot seats are empty, no one is marrying, and few births have been recorded. Laws restricting a witch's rights begin pouring in and in response Miss Hermione Granger threatens the Minister of Magic in public. After Hermione's outburst the only wizard that will even approach her at a ball is none other than Lord Draco Malfoy, newly released from house arrest. Is it worth marrying a pretentious Lord in order to regain some of her rights as a married witch?

Call It Research by AsIfYouCouldOutReadMe - E, WIP - Hermione Granger is riding a career high: her biography on Voldemort was a smash hit, her agent Blaise Zabini has just negotiated a lucrative new contract with her publisher, and her follow-up work on the writing of Hogwarts: A History already has buzz. She is happy… happyish… content… fine. Definitely not interested in reconnecting with her former childhood bully, even if he possesses a first edition she’d kill to get her hands on. But their explosive reunion poses more questions than answers and Hermione finds herself curious about more than the contents of a book. OR Hermione and Draco reunite to heal, write a book, fall in love, and solve a cold case.

Hanging Tree by Hyemi_28 - M, one-shot - Voldemort rules the Wizarding World. He created districts for the remained wizards... There are the Purebloods, Half-bloods, Blood traitors, Squibs and the Mudbloods... They organise a game at every May 2th to remember his victory... Six years later Hermione volunteer willingly as a tribute and she has to survive the game and one of the best professional pureblood participant, Draco Malfoy. [WARNING: Character Death]

Books & Bullying by galaxy_skies - T, one-shot - Hermione had left the book – muggle and uninteresting – behind when she’d left the library, half in tears over Draco’s constant sniping commentary whilst they'd written their essays. He’d pocketed it as a matter of course – to hex it or throw at her head, whichever was more enjoyable in the imagined future moment – but when Quidditch practice got cancelled and Theo and Blaise were busy with their own last-minute essays, he’d found himself bored enough to read it. Draco sprawled out over one of the sofas, stomach down and his chin in his hand.

The Deconstruction and Ruination of a Would-Be Gentleman by totomoo - E, WIP - For all the privileges a gentlewoman has come to afford in the last two centuries, it has become a universal and acknowledged truth that a woman in possession of sense, sensibility, and her own good fortune is not in need of a husband.

The Tenuous Threads of Friendship and Desire by Tippilo - E, one-shot - “My dates never worked because they weren't you, Hermione! None of them can even compare! And as much as I love fighting with you, I’m sick of fighting this!” Or: Hermione is in love with her best friend, and they decide to stop being idiots.

Fake Dating by Brittles_06 - M, one-shot - Christmas season is in full swing and what better way to keep people away from confessing their feelings than dating your best friend's boyfriend's best friend?

12 Fail- Safe Ways to Woo a Witch by Hyemi_28 - M, one-shot - Draco tries to use the 12 Fail-safe Ways to Woo a Witch book's advices, but it seems nothing can help him to earn Hermione Granger's love... 😅❤

Hold You Through the Night by galaxy_skies - T, one-shot - It was supposed to be a quiet night. A date night – the kind they hadn’t made time for in so long, not when Lyra was anxious about leaving for Hogwarts and Scorpius cried at every mention of Lyra being gone. And Cassie was so little that Hermione (and Draco) hadn’t wanted to leave her alone. But Pansy – of all people – had insisted. Had gotten them tickets for “some muggle show” that turned out to be a movie, and she’d practically shoved them out of their own house and into the crisp night air while Cassie screamed with giddy excitement at seeing her Aunt Pans.

12 Fail-Safe Ways To Woo A Witch by Peaches_on_Waffles - M, one-shot - Hermione buys a book, so Draco does the same.

Downfall by Diffindo by dramionelover1997 - E, one-shot - "Everyone I know and love are dead. Voldemort won the second Wizarding War and the Ministry and the Order have been decimated. I was reaped for the first annual Hunger Games, along with twenty-seven others. There are twenty-eight tributes in total, in honour of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families."

Fake Dating by Peaches_on_Waffles - T, one-shot - Molly Weasley doesn't want any of her children to be alone.

Secret Child/Baby by Peaches_on_Waffles - G, one-shot - Hermione and Draco want to revel in their pregnancy alone before sharing it with their friends and families.

Legilimens by Peaches_on_Waffles - E, one-shot - Hermione and Draco have to pass a test during Auror training.

ROOMSTERS by Lexxus - not rated, one-shot - Uni students Draco and Hermione find their ways into each other's hearts through texts, a mutual love for books, and with absolutely no help from their roommates.

The Sweetest Curse by galaxy_skies - T, one-shot - Hermione doesn’t realise until she’s already sat down and pulled out her parchment and quills that she’s forgotten her copy of Advanced Rune Translation. She hunches her shoulders as she digs futilely through her bookbag only to come up empty-handed. It’s only the second day of term and she’s already going to fall behind. She remembers reading it on the train and then – nothing. She must have left it – idiot – and she wants to sink into her seat as Professor Babbling calls the class to attention. With a furtive glance, Hermione looks to her left. Of all people – it’s Malfoy sat beside her – his chin propped in his hand and a faraway look in his eyes. He blinks as Hermione carefully shifts closer, dragging her parchment with her.

Her secret garden by Hyemi_28 - M, one-shot - Seven months after the war, Hermione puts on her warm coat and goes in the snowing to her daily walk into her secret garden... where she can meet her love of her life... [WARNING: Character Death]

Not Just A Game by Lexxus - not rated, one-shot - During a game of Truth or Dare in the eighth-year common room, Draco and Hermione have to spend Seven Minutes in Heaven in an enchanted cabinet, where their casual tryst quickly demands serious declarations of romantic intent.

#dramione month #fests/exchanges/challenges #dramione

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hollowed-theory-hall · 1 month ago

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hi! how common do you think students having time turners actually was, as we're only given a handful of examples? and do you think there was an ulterior motive to hermione being given the time turner? i really value your insights and this is a question that's been annoying me for years.

hi!

I don't think it's common at all. I was always under the impression Hermione was literally the only student who ever received a time-turner. I believe it had to do with Sirius Black being on the loose and Hermione being friends with Harry and not just about her schedule.

Even though the time turner Hermione receives is very limited:

According to Professor Saul Croaker, who has spent his entire career in the Department of Mysteries studying time-magic: ‘As our investigations currently stand, the longest period that may be relived without the possibility of serious harm to the traveller or to time itself is around five hours. We have been able to encase single Hour-Reversal Charms, which are unstable and benefit from containment, in small, enchanted hour-glasses that may be worn around a witch or wizard’s neck and revolved according to the number of hours the user wishes to relive. ‘All attempts to travel back further than a few hours have resulted in catastrophic harm to the witch or wizard involved.

(From Pottermore)

It doesn't seem like a common procedure:

“It’s called a Time-Turner,” Hermione whispered, “and I got it from Professor McGonagall on our first day back. I’ve been using it all year to get to all my lessons. Professor McGonagall made me swear I wouldn’t tell anyone. She had to write all sorts of letters to the Ministry of Magic so I could have one. She had to tell them that I was a model student, and that I’d never, ever use it for anything except my studies. ... I’ve been turning it back so I could do hours over again, that’s how I’ve been doing several lessons at once, see? But ...

(PoA)

Considering how McGonagall had to send multiple letters back and forth and not just the one usual form for student time turners, it makes me believe Hermione was a special case.

JKR wrote her as a special case, according to her:

Secondly, I had Hermione give back the only Time-Turner ever to enter Hogwarts.

(From Pottermore)

Now, JKR basically wrote herself into a problem. The problem was why was Hermione the only student given a time turner and how could other students who achieved 12 NEWTs (Tom Riddle, Bill & Percy Weasley, and Barty Crouch Jr) could've done so without the use of time travel?

Let's start with the second question. How they could accomplish 12 NEWTs without a time turner? Honestly, it's kinda easy to explain. Like, I have sat over scheduling classes at Hogwarts for a while, knowing the amount of teachers and such. How classes seem to work is that between 1-5 years the students are divided into groups of two houses for different subjects.

For example, Potions & DADA are a joint class of Gryffindor and Slytherin, meaning that Hufflepuff & Ravenclaw take these classes together. Herbology is a joint class of Gryffindor & Ravenclaw (meaning Slytherin & Ravenclaw likely have Herbology together) and so on for other classes.

In the first 5 years, we see the elective subjects are similarly split. We see Gryffindor and Slytherin take their electives together (only Gryffindors in Divination and Malfoy and other Slytherins are at Care with the main characters). Later, in the NEWT classes in the final two years, many students seem to drop out and you have classes with all the students in the year for all 4 houses. (I might make a full post explaining all of this and the evidence for it in more detail, this is just an overview).

But basically, it means that for OWLs at least, it's very possible to take electives at another time with the other half of your year. Also, considering the number of students, over 5 years split in 2 plus 2 less split apart years and 11 teachers, each student is likely to have a few free blocks in their schedule due to there being only one teacher per subject. This would allow to schedule subjects so a student could take 12 NEWTs without any scheduling issues.

Now why Hermione's case was special. I think it's a combination of multiple things happening together.

First, It's very likely that with the complicated scheduling at Hogwarts Hermione fell on a year where her schedule really was impossible. We know Ancient Runes doesn't happen at the same time as Care or Arithmancy as she keeps taking it so it's possible they had a real scheduling problem that specific year for electives.

Second, I mentioned in the past I believe Dumbledore was aware Sirius was innocent and he was the one who told Harry and Hermione to use the time turner to help him and Buckbeek. When they go back in time, the past Dumbledore (who shouldn't know they went back in time yet) actively helps them with the plan to release Buckbeek:

They were still ten feet away from the forest, in plain view of Hagrid’s back door. “One moment, please, Macnair,” came Dumbledore’s voice. “You need to sign too.” The footsteps stopped.

[...]

“Where is it?” said the reedy voice of the Committee member. “Where is the beast?” “It was tied here!” said the executioner furiously. “I saw it! Just here!” “How extraordinary,” said Dumbledore. There was a note of amusement in his voice.

(PoA, 401-402)

I don't think Dumbledore knew exactly what the circumstances would be at the end of the year, but I think he and McGonagall agreed Hermione's scheduling issue was a good excuse to get someone near Harry with a time turner that just might save his life if the worst came to it. Or, at least something along these lines.

So, basically, a schedule that was unluckily impossible that year added to Harry's unique circumstances and I think it explains why Dumbledore and McGonagall would go out of their way to make her an exception. Or at least the best explanation I could come up with.

#harry potter #hp #hp meta #asks #hollowedtheory #wizarding world #hogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #time turners #hermione granger #harry potter meta #lotsa-juicy-shit

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festivalsofmargot · 1 year ago

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Illicit Affairs {Dad!Garreth Weasley x F!Professor!Reader}

AGED UP CHARACTERS, 18+ SCENARIOS (Characters are adults, graduated from Hogwarts, and are 18+)

Introduction: Garreth thinks back on his life with you, and it was far from perfect. But he’d relive every second if he had the chance.

Word Count: ~ 13,100 (I think I’m gonna puke)

Warnings: Smut, Angst without a happy ending, Cheating, Loss

Author’s Note: Want to say right now that cheating is disgusting. This is purely a fantasy scenario. So if you get triggered by cheating I highly recommend you skip out on this fanfic. This romanticizes it and I didn’t really write the person getting cheated on as a realistic human being. More than anything, this is smut with a plot. I watched Cyberpunk: Edgerunners and I’ve never felt so empty inside. So writing this, I just felt like being sad, ya know? Like literally ruining my entire month.😃 Anyways, it’s 10 pm my time so still Wednesday for me. Bone Apple Tea Weasley Wednesday-ers! I’m going to hyperventilate and cry in bed. (Like wtf did I write this...?)

Songs (if interested):

Illicit Affairs - Taylor Swift

Little Stranger - Dawid Podsiadło

I Really Want to Stay at Your House - Rosa Walton, Hallie Coggins

Baby Teeth - Bunny Lowe

It’s My Fault - End Credits - Roque Baños

Whether the warmth in Garreth Weasley’s cheeks was coming from the multiple glasses of whiskey he had or the fireplace he sat across, he wasn’t sure. But it was welcome all the same. As he looked into the flames and slouched in his chair, lightly rubbing at his chin, he thought back on his life with you.

The two of you had been the best of friends while you attended Hogwarts. The moment he asked you to sneak a fwooper feather out of Professor Sharp’s office, he had felt in his gut that you were going to be someone special.

He had always been upset he only had three years with you at Hogwarts, and you had been too. Both of you had said “If only we met in first year.” too many times to count, but meant it every single time.

He knew it now that you had felt the same way about him. But during school, it was a constant struggle not to kiss you, especially after every dangerous outing the two of you had gone on. He had fallen hard and fast for you during his fifth year, and that infatuation never seemed to dissipate, even to this day.

Everything about you was perfect to him, you had fit together just right. But he was afraid if he ever confessed and it turned out you hadn’t seen him in that way, he’d lose you forever.

Thankfully, you had made the first move a few years after the two of you graduated. Merlin knows his cowardly ass never would have. That following month in Hogsmeade had easily been the best month of his life.

“If you’re sweet, maybe I’ll get you that discount.” Garreth said coolly to the woman with fox eyes before him, restocking some potion ingredients on the shelves.

“Are you sure sweet is what you want, Gar?” The woman flirted back, and Garreth’s body tensed at the shortened version of his name coming off her lips. He was able to keep an easy smile on his face and continue restocking, but he still didn’t like anyone else calling him that except for you.

“Fine, play coy.” She sighed playfully when he kept quiet and she made her way out. She gave him a little wave and as soon as she was out of sight, he let the smile vanish from his face. He didn’t even remember this woman’s name truth be told, thank Merlin she left before he had a chance to let that slip.

Garreth had been a little more reckless than usual these past few months. He hadn’t received a letter back from you in ages. As soon as you graduated from Hogwarts, you pursued the magizoology field while he went to work for Parry Pippin.

Garreth knew your main focus would be going after any poacher you came across rather than studying magical beasts. Try as you might to talk down what you did in your letters, he wasn’t stupid, he knew you.

Your silence had filled him with so much dread, he was wishing more than anything you had just decided you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. He didn’t care, as long as you weren’t dead. Please Merlin, don’t be dead.

To distract himself, he dove head first into the bachelor lifestyle. Drinking and women were his main hobbies outside of J. Pippin’s Potions. Being young and handsome, living on his own, and having plenty of his own money now, he was making himself enjoy it.

Garreth was manning the store by himself that day, looking over stock and crossing items off his parchment when he heard the doorbell ring. He absently greeted whoever had just entered the shop, not taking his eyes off his list.

“Welcome to J. Pippin’s, let me know if you need help with anything.”

“Gar?”

At the sound of your voice, Garreth nearly broke his neck turning to look at you. His eyes were wide, breath hitching in his throat.

The moment he locked eyes with you, you lost every word you had planned on saying to him. “I um… It’s good to see you again.”

Garreth dropped everything he was holding, closing the distance between you two in only a few steps, pulling you into a tight embrace. You didn’t hesitate to hold him back, letting his warmth envelope you.

“I was worried you were dead.” He whispered into your hair as the relief washed over him.

“I nearly was.” You admitted.

Keeping his hold on you, he pulled back just enough to look at your face. He noticed then that there was a small bandage on your cheek, and some other areas looked recently healed.

“That’s why I’m here. I needed to see you. Needed to tell you I -”

Garreth looked into your eyes and listened close, silently urging you to continue.

“I’m in love with you, Gar.” You breathed, as if a huge weight lifted off your shoulders finally telling him. “I always have been. It was close during my last outing and - When I thought I wasn’t going to make it, my biggest regret was never telling you. It’s alright if you don’t feel the same. I - I just needed you to -”

Garreth silenced you by crashing his lips onto yours. Keeping one arm around your waist, he brought up one hand to cup your jaw. He had caught you by surprise, but it didn’t take long to register what was happening and kiss him back.

This. This right here was exactly what you two always dreamed of doing ever since your fifth year at Hogwarts.

The sound of voices approaching the shop from outside made him tear his lips away from yours. He took a step back and you couldn't help the bashful smile that tugged at your lips.

"Sorry. Parry Pippin will have my head if he caught word of me snogging in the shop while he was away."

"No need to apologize." You chuckled and turned to leave. "I can leave you to it."

Garreth's eyes widened. "Where are you going?" He asked in a panic and took a step towards you.

"I was going to run a few errands around Hogsmeade. Get a room."

Garreth opened his mouth to protest, but some customers came in. "Welcome." He called, dismissing his usual greeting line and looking back at you. "Don't get a room." Garreth said loud enough for only you to hear.

You gave him a smile and nod, then took your leave. He made his way back behind the counter, watching your form out the window until you were out of sight. How was he supposed to carry on working as normal now that you were back and he had free reign to kiss you?

By the time you finished up what you needed to do and headed back to J. Pippin's Potions, Garreth was hurriedly closing up the shop.

He looked up with a beaming smile when you walked through the door again. Setting down some empty vials, he strode up and pulled you into another deep kiss. He was learning fast that he wasn't going to be able to help himself around you.

Pulling away, he went straight back to his closing routine, aiming to finish as fast as possible so he could leave with you. "Get everything you need?"

"I did." You got a bit shifty, wondering if you should tell him what you had done or it would seem like too much too soon. It hadn't seemed that way to you, having known Garreth for so long. But you hoped he would be happy to hear the news.

"You know you’re staying with me, right?" He said as he put away some ingredients.

You smiled. "I was hoping that was what you meant earlier."

He shot you a smirk over his shoulder. "I think you'll be very proud to see how tidy I keep the place."

"Oh will I?" You quipped, nervously glancing down to your feet and shoving your hands in your pockets.

Garreth took a double take at you, his brows furrowing in concern. “What’s got you so quiet?” A worrying feeling began to set in that he may have been too bold to assume you would be alright with staying with him.

You raised your brows and looked back up at him. “Nothing.” You assured. “Sorry, I uh -” You let out an amused huff at having gotten yourself so worked up. “I got something I want to tell you when we get to your place.”

The ease came back to him as he locked up some cabinets. “You know you already told me you’re madly in love with me, right?”

“I don’t remember saying ‘madly’.”

“Oh, silly me. ‘Devastatingly’ was the word.”

“That could have been it.” You shrugged, biting back your amused smirk. “Wouldn’t hurt to say it a few more times.”

A cheeky grin pulled at his lips. You love me.

“And you haven’t said it back by the way.” You teased.

Garreth’s movements slowed to a stop and he looked back at you, quirking a brow. “I haven’t? Yes, I have. Haven’t I?” Fuck, I haven’t. He had said it in his head so many times, were you certain he hadn’t even slipped up and said it aloud once?

“Well, then…” Turning out the lights and grabbing his coat, he shrugged it on and strode up to you. He cupped your face in his hands and planted another kiss on your lips. “I love you too.”

“That was corny.”

“It was.” He took your hand in his and led you out. “I’ll work on it.”

“After you.” Garreth said as he opened the door to his home.

“Wow.” Your eyes widened as they roamed his place. “You weren’t joking when you said you kept it tidy. I thought you were, or at least had a different definition of tidy.” You turned back towards him and looked him up and down suspiciously. “This isn’t the Gar I knew back at Hogwarts.”

“I’m a changed man.” He said coming up and pulling you against him, capturing your lips. How could you expect him to keep his hands off of you at this point? If you asked him, he’d say the two of you had some lost time to make up for.

On one hand, it was wonderful knowing you pined for him all these years just as he had for you. But on the other, it was a bit frustrating knowing he could have been with you all this time, could have pulled you off to secret corners and kissed you senseless.

“Wait wait,” You slowed his kisses to a halt and took glances around his home. “Is there a room I can change in? I’ve been traveling all day and want to get out of these clothes.”

“Bedroom’s just there.” He gestured with his head towards it, not taking his eyes off of you. You gave him a grateful nod, slipping from his embrace.

“Won’t be a moment.” You called over your shoulder.

While he waited for you, he decided to grab some glasses from his cupboard. Maybe you’d be up for a stiff drink or two with him to celebrate. But truth be told, he needed something to help with his nerves. He was beyond elated to have you back, he didn’t want to mess this up.

His hands were shaky as he poured, and he cursed under his breath. The nerves were really hitting him. Easy now, Weasley. It’s you. We’ve been friends for years. He tried to inwardly calm himself.

But you weren’t quite friends anymore were you? Your confessions meant you were seeing each other now, right? So he was heading into uncharted territory with you. Merlin, of all the times for him to overthink in his life, why did it have to be then?!

He heard his door open and he turned back towards you with drinks in hand. “How would you feel about -” Garreth’s jaw went slack and he dropped the glasses, shattering them along the floor. You were standing at his bedroom doorway, completely naked.

“Oh fuck.” He croaked.

“Come here, Gar.”

“Yep, coming.” Though his mind was a mess, he was thankful to every higher power he could think of that his body kicked into gear to get to you.

His hands went for your hips first, gripping the soft skin there as his mouth went for your neck like a starved man, leaving open mouthed kisses and bites everywhere he could. So this is what it’s like to taste every bit of you, I always wondered.

You let out the most delicious sounds as he walked the two of you towards his bed. You fell back and he fell on top of you. You instantly wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding him close. You had dreamed of having him like this for so long, it was hard to keep a loose grip.

“Mmh. Wait. Let me -” He sat up, and with hurried fingers began undoing his vest, you sat up as well and helped him, the both of you smiling like ecstatic idiots. If there was a feeling to describe looking down at you looking back up at him as you went for his clothes, it would be euphoria.

Shrugging off his vest and then going for his shirt, he couldn’t believe how many layers he had on. Was this really what he dressed himself in every day? How did he ever find the time?

Slipping off his shirt and unable to keep his lips away a moment more, he bent down to capture yours again. He stayed locked with you as he went for his pants. Thankfully there weren’t as many buttons as the shirt, and he shoved them down with your help. But the pants caught on his legs. He stood to his feet to get them off but tripped over himself, hitting the ground with a loud thunk.

“Ow!” He cackled, finally kicking them off and you went into hysterics.

Climbing back onto the bed with a groan, he smiled down at you as he crawled over and laid on top of you. The nerves completely gone as you continued to howl with laughter.

Sighing, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you held him lovingly against you as you tried to calm down.

“Satisfied already, are you?” He said with a feigned annoyance, but the grin was still on his face, hidden against your neck.

“Yes, very much so.” Your laughter dissipated into little giggles as you wiped away the amused tears from your eyes.

The two of you laid there like that for a moment, just holding each other. And he thought back to when you had cuddled and napped together in the Room of Requirement frequently during your Hogwarts days. How in Merlin’s name did he think that was just something friends did? He certainly wasn’t cuddling with Leander Prewett.

He didn’t let himself dwell on his missed opportunities anymore. Here was his opportunity now, right under him, holding him close.

He began kissing at your neck, and that seemed to get rid of your amusement entirely, something carnal beginning to take over. His mouth went up from your neck to your jaw, finding his way to your lips again.

He slid his tongue in when he felt your mouth part slightly, and you met him with yours. As your tongues tasted and entwined, he realized it was the closest he had gotten to being inside you, and he wanted more.

Breaking the kiss, he adjusted himself between your legs, teasing his tip at your entrance. He glanced down at you two about to join, then up at your face. Breathless with anticipation, you gave him a nod of your head, and he pushed himself in, ever so slowly.

You kept your eyes on one another as he thrusted into you with a slow rhythm, a rhythm that would help him savor being in you for the first time.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He breathed, relishing the feel of your slick heat enveloping him.

The noises that escaped you were maddening, and he was beginning to lose himself. But he didn’t want to lose himself, he wanted to be attentive to everything you did as you clung to him, naked in his arms. But when you arched your back and your breasts pressed hard against his bare chest, the control was fraying at the seams.

His thrusts into you came harder and faster, and your hold on him tightened, nails digging into his back. It felt as if you two were more alive than you ever had been. Being intimate with someone was one thing, but being intimate with someone you were in love with brought you to a whole other level.

Multiple times that night, you had gone over the edge together. Tasting, touching, gasping, and sighing.

Both of you sweaty, sore, and satisfied, Garreth had you tucked under his arm, looking up at the ceiling, completely serene. “Back at J. Pippin’s,” He began, his voice raspy. “You said you wanted to tell me something.”

You sat up a bit to look at him, he kept a hand on your back. “When I went around Hogsmeade, I stopped at Brood & Peck.”

You sat up a bit more and Garreth sat up with you, beyond curious at what you were going to tell him.

“I got a job there.”

Garreth’s eyes widened. “You did?” He had been too swept up in your confession and being with you, he hadn’t even thought about where you two would take things from there. But it seemed you were already a few steps ahead anyway, just like you always had been.

He shifted closer and pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. “But what about your magizoology career? Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled but… are you sure this is what you want?” He asked looking up at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t want to fight anymore.” You sighed. “I don’t want to live on the road for years to come. I just want to stay in one place and live my life.”

Garreth loved the sound of that. Even if you hadn’t decided to do this to be with him, he would have been ecstatic just to know you were leaving your dangerous lifestyle. He didn’t have to worry constantly about you getting killed anymore.

“Give me a few days and I’ll find my own place. Promise.”

“About that.” His hand went up through your hair and he pulled your head back towards his. “I wasn’t really planning on you leaving.”

Garreth was a nervous wreck. When the third potion that day had slipped through his fingers and shattered on the floor, he knew he needed to step out and take a breath of fresh air.

He went out back and reached for the ring that was burning a hole in his pocket. When he had bought it, he had been more sure than anything you would say yes. But now that the time was approaching when he would ask you, doubts began to swirl.

Would it be too soon? Sure you had known each other and been close for years, but you had only been seeing each other for a few weeks. Granted, those past few weeks had been some of the best of his life. What if he proposed and you weren’t ready like he was? What if his eagerness to marry you would scare you off and you’d want to leave him and…

Garreth shook his head, taking another deep breath. His overthinking caused him to miss out on so much with you already, he couldn’t let it stop him again.

He took his time closing up the shop that day, he was still fidgety and wanted to get it together at least somewhat for when he went to meet you. Closing had always felt like it dragged on and on, but that night it seemed to speed by.

He went down to Brood & Peck and stepped through the door. You were looking over a map with Ellie Peck and discussing who knows what, probably another home relocation area for the beasts. Garreth couldn’t seem to pay attention, too in his own head still.

You glanced up at him and smiled, mouthing one moment. He smiled back and gave a little nod of his head, praying you would take your time. Merlin knew he needed every second you’d give him.

Finishing up, you grabbed your coat and waved goodnight to Ellie. You met Garreth and took his arm as you walked up the path to your home. You shot each other little smirks as you trekked along.

You sighed in exhaustion and rested your head against his shoulder. “Long day for you too?”

“Hmm? Oh er - yes. Long day.”

“More than anything I want to fall asleep, but I need to bathe first. The stables were a mess today.”

“That’s good to hear.”

You huffed an amused breath through your nose and looked up at his face. He was staring ahead, seemingly off in his own world. “I think it was so bad I might quit and go back to my old job. Hope you don’t mind, I’ll be sure to write you.”

“Mmhm.”

“Sebastian Sallow showed up today and confessed his love for me again.”

“Mmhm - Wait what?!” He snapped his head to face you with wide eyes, but then relaxed when you started to cackle. “Not funny.” He grumbled.

“It was a little funny.” You gave his arm a loving squeeze. “What’s got you so distracted?”

He swallowed thickly and stopped walking. You stopped walking with him and raised a brow at him. “Should I be worried?” You teased.

He decided he just needed to get this over with or he was going to be a nauseated mess for the time being. He took a step back from you and went down on one knee.

At first, you thought he dropped something on the ground, then it hit you when he reached into his back pocket and took out a ring.

He said your name and looked up at you with tortured eyes, your lips parted slightly in shock. “I - I was going to make a special dinner tonight and ask you then but I think I’d burn the house down cooking I’m so nervous.” He swallowed thickly, glancing down at the ring and then back up at you. “I can’t remember exactly what I planned to say. But it was along the lines of me having been mad for you since we were kids, and how I want to be mad for you the rest of my life.”

Tears pricked at your eyes and your chest was nothing but a fluttery mess. “Yes.” You breathed, getting on your knees with him.

An elated smile tugged at the corner of Garreth’s lips. “Yes? I - I had more I was going to say though - but… Yes?”

You nodded your head vigorously and the two of you couldn’t help but laugh. He put the ring on your finger and you grabbed for each other, kissing one another wherever you could get your lips on.

It had already been a month now that you and Garreth were together. He couldn’t believe how the days flew by being with you. But he shouldn’t be surprised. Every day consisted of him waking up to you in the morning, getting up and going to a job where he was surrounded by potions, walking down to meet you at Brood & Peck when he was done, then finishing it off by being buried deep inside you throughout the night.

Sure, you two may have lost out on some hours of sleep. But one could argue that you two taking the time to wear yourselves out could get you a deeper, more effective sleep. It was a running joke between the two of you, and neither of you were sure it was true. But you were both happy, and that was all that mattered.

With a smile on his face he couldn’t seem to shake, Garreth took the time to restock shelves at work. The doorbell rang when someone came in, he recited his usual line with the peppiness that had a hold on him this past month.

“Welcome to J. Pippin’s.” He turned towards the customer. “Let me know if -” He stopped cold in his greeting seeing it was Victoria Willowsmith, an ingredients delivery girl he had been seeing off and on before you came back. “Afternoon, Victoria.” He began as casually as he could, inwardly praying she just wanted to drop off ingredients and leave. “Got ingredients for me?” He put on a polite smile.

She looked uneasy as she walked towards him, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. “Um… not today.”

He absently took out a rag and began polishing a nearby potion vial. “Then what can I do for you?” Something was off, he could feel it.

“I need to speak with you.”

When Garreth arrived to meet you outside of Brood & Peck, you threw yourself into his arms as you always did. “Mmm, I’m ready to head home.”

He kept quiet as he wrapped his arms back around you, but you noticed his hold wasn’t nearly as tight on you as it normally was. You stepped back slightly, looking over his features and noticing he wasn’t meeting your gaze.

“What’s wrong?” You asked in concern, placing a hand on his cheek.

He took a deep breath and took your hand down from his face, stroking his thumb over your skin as the anxiety built up sickeningly at what he was about to tell you. “Walk with me.”

You remained silent as he guided you away from Hogsmeade, down the stone path to a place more isolated.

Garreth sat the two of you on a nearby bench as the sun began to set. He held your left hand in both of his, looking at the ring on your finger. He couldn’t stand the thought of it ever coming off.

The way he was acting brought on a sense of trouble. But you willed yourself to keep quiet, and let him say what he needed to say. As he held your hand, you looked out into the sunset, hoping the sight would help keep you calm.

“You’re everything to me. I hope you know that.” Garreth began, but it only made all of this more eerie. When you didn’t say anything in response, he knew he had to just tell you, not drag this on any longer. “Before you came back, I was seeing this girl off and on. Nothing serious. But she’s come back and told me that she’s -” He ran a shaky hand through his hair and he felt you tense up. “- told me she’s pregnant with my child.”

Your stomach went into agonizing knots as you continued looking out into the sunset. You wanted to throw up, you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry. But after a moment, all those intense feelings turned into something numb.

“Please say something.” Garreth pleaded, finally looking at you then, unable to read your expression. “Shout at me. Anything. I just need you to say something.”

You met his gaze and gave him the smallest of smiles. “You’re going to be a dad.”

Something in him broke. He had wanted you to say those words to him one day, but not under circumstances like this. He sighed your name as you stood up and slipped your hand from his.

He stood with you and tried to search your eyes, but you gave him nothing.

“I uh -” You cleared your throat, trying to hide the sadness that constricted it. “I need to be alone at the house for a bit if you don’t mind.”

“Of course. Whatever you need.” He took a step towards you, but you took a step back, and he wanted to die.

Without another word, he watched your form walk away.

He slumped back down on the bench until the sun had completely set. Then he headed over to Hog’s Head. Three Broomsticks felt a little too upbeat for such a night.

After a few drinks he decided it was time to face you again at home. Taking one last sip of liquid courage, he made his way out.

The first thing he noticed approaching the house was that none of the lights were on.

“No…”

He burst through the door and called your name in a panic, striding through the house and searching every room for you. “No no no.” But you were gone, and so were your things. There wasn’t a trace of you anywhere, not even a note.

Garreth fell to his knees, the pain hitting him all at once. He had never felt such an ache in his chest, as if a piece of him was gone, ripped right from him.

“Let’s see your list, bug.” Garreth said to his little one as he stepped out the door with her. The ecstatic, freckled, redheaded girl handed him the parchment that listed everything she needed for her first year at Hogwarts and he looked it over.

“Merlin’s beard! I don’t think I had this many books when I attended.” He teased, ruffling her hair.

“Dad.” Matilda grumbled, swatting him away and fixing her curly locks before they got into town. He and Victoria had agreed to name her after his aunt after she passed. She may have been tough on him growing up, but she had done so much for him, it only felt right.

The two of them went up and down Hogsmeade, getting everything she needed. Thankfully, they could save a bit on everything related to potions class. Ever since he took over for Parry Pippin, they had more potion equipment and ingredients to last a lifetime, even for him. Too bad Matilda didn’t seem to share the same passion for it as him. Her attention always seemed to lie in magical beasts, of course. Try as he might to shift her interests all these years, it was no use.

He saved the most exciting part for last, getting Matilda her wand. As they walked on to Ollivanders, he caught sight of that day’s Daily Prophet on the news stand they passed. His jaw tensed when he saw you were on the cover yet again. Seems he saw you there several times a year.

The first time he ever saw you on the cover, he had to do a double take. His legs turned to jelly and he immediately bought the first copy he laid eyes on. He would sneak off to stare at your portrait on the paper for months, maybe even over the course of a year truth be told. But the more he saw you grace the cover over the years, he’d eventually grown indifferent to it. It did start to get old after more than a decade of it happening.

What could you have accomplished this time? Perhaps you took down another magical beast fighting ring, discovered another abandoned dragon’s nest still full of eggs, or maybe even became the first ever human leader of a mongrel pack! Garreth didn’t care. All he needed was that little reassurance you were still alive and well and he could move on with his day.

He hoped Matilda didn’t catch it. Much to his chagrin, she was one of your biggest fans. He always… always had to buy the paper for her when you were on it. When he heard her gasp, he squeezed his eyes shut briefly in defeat. Of course she caught it.

“Dad! Can I have some galleons for -”

“Here, love.” He was already reaching into his pocket and handing her some money. He had never been one to say no to her. She gratefully (he liked to think) swiped it from him and took off towards the news stand.

“Come right back to Ollivanders.” He called, waiting back and not wanting to chance reading over the headline.

You stepped out to greet your students for your first beasts class. Who would have thought, even after the career you’ve had, you’d still get nervous?

As you looked out to all the little first years, you were surprised to see them all silent, attentively waiting to hear what you said next. “Well… Hello, everyone. Today, I say we jump into things and start with basic caretaking for each beast here we have in the stables. All we’ll need is a brush and some feed. But before we begin, any questions?”

Hands shot up, way too many hands. “Oh! Ah - yes you?”

“Is it true you took down Bartley Barrin’s graphorn fighting ring?!” A curly haired student that reminded you all too well of Lucan Brattleby asked in amazement.

You raised your brows, not sure if it would be appropriate to answer such questions, especially to your first year class. “Ah, right. We can discuss such things later, I suppose. Outside of class hours. Now, any questions on basic caretaking?”

All the hands slowly went down except for one, enthusiastic, redheaded girl’s. She was reaching her hand up in the air so high you were worried she’d pull a muscle if you didn’t call on her.

“Yes?”

“Should we grab extra feed for the nifflers so they can stow it away for later?”

A smile tugged at your lips. “No need. They’ll get fed multiple times a day just like the other beasts.”

The girl gave a firm nod of her head as if saying got it. Then her eyes widened and she shot her hand up again.

“Go on.” You were trying to bite back your delighted smile. You’ve only had an enthusiastic student for a few minutes and it was already making you giddy. Please let there be more like her.

“Can we use the same brush on all the beasts? Or do we need to grab different sizes?”

“You can certainly use the same brush on all of them, er - What’s your name, dear?”

“Matilda Weasley.” She answered with a gap toothed smile.

You kept a straight face as your insides constricted a bit and you nodded your head. This wasn’t the first Weasley you had encountered since you arrived back at Hogwarts, it was probably the seventh truth be told. Yet you couldn’t stop your mind from reeling.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Miss Weasley. I hope you keep this enthusiasm even after you see how grumpy kneazles can be.” You clapped your hands together. “All right then! Everyone grab a brush and some feed and we’ll head over to the stables.”

“Dad!” Matilda burst through the door of J. Pippin’s Potions and ran up to Garreth.

He met her with open arms. “There’s my girl. Sporting the Gryffindor robes too, I see.” He looked at her proudly. But then he furrowed his brows and checked his pocket watch. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at dinner?”

“I ate fast.” She said dismissively. “I wanted to ask if I could have some money to go to Brood & Peck to get my own beasts brush!”

Garreth sighed. “Don’t they have brushes you can use for class, bug?”

“They do, but they lock them away when class isn’t in session. Professor Y/N said I could visit the beasts whenever I wanted in my spare time to -”

“Professor who?”

“Y/N, the beasts professor. Didn’t you read the paper?! Now, as long as I have my own brush, I can stop by even when no one’s able to take out the class brushes from storage so…”

Garreth let Matilda go on as the room started to spin. Shakily, he reached into his back pocket and grabbed some galleons for her. Probably giving her too much for what she wanted at Brood & Peck. But he couldn’t seem to think straight at the moment, and he didn’t need Matilda around to see her dad possibly faint.

“Thank you!” She sang, sprinting out the door.

Garreth leaned himself back against the counter, trying to stay steady. He rubbed at his chest in hopes it would help his heart rate go down. The last he saw you was 12 years ago, when you walked away from him. Not a letter, not a glimpse of you outside the Daily Prophet since.

The Daily Prophet.

Garreth grabbed his coat and keys. Switching the open sign to closed, he locked up and made his way home.

He was greeted by Victoria when he stepped through the door. "What are you doing home so early?" She called from the kitchen.

"Matilda needed something from her room." He threw out as he headed there.

Throwing open her door, his eyes roamed the room quickly in search of the Daily Prophet he had gotten her. He spotted it on her dresser and made a beeline for it.

"Famed Magizoologist Takes Up Teaching…"

He looked over the article explaining your move to becoming the next beasts professor for Hogwarts and the bustling nerves within him wouldn’t let him stay still. You’re here… you’re just down the road.

His body seemed to be moving without thinking. He dropped the paper to the ground and made his way out, headed down the road to Hogwarts.

“All right, that's enough questions for today I think.” You chuckled awkwardly, and the several students that had been asking you endless questions about your poacher hunter days whined.

“I know I know. Now I think it’s best you all be off before curfew anyway. I won’t be so interesting when I have to give you detentions, will I?” You guided the students out of your office.

Once you shut the door behind them and were finally alone, you let out an exhausted sigh. Sure, you were grateful you didn’t have difficulty getting students to listen to you, but you couldn’t have predicted how exhausting their questions would become.

Your “career” wasn’t something you looked back on fondly. You had done a lot of things you couldn’t take back, things you lost sleep over. But pursuing it was all you had.

As you turned to get ready for bed, a knock sounded at your door, tensing you up. You took a deep breath to relax and prepped yourself up a bit. No need to get a reputation as a scowling, moody professor quite yet.

Turning on your heel, you went back to the door. “It’s almost curfew.” You called as you opened the door. “You should -”

Words seemed to escape you, which probably didn’t matter much since your voice did as well. Locking eyes with the green ones before you seemed to have the same effect as petrificus totalus.

Garreth was just as frozen in place as you. He didn’t have a plan for when he faced you again, all he had been set on doing was seeing you in person before him. He had walked up and down the road from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade until the sky went dark. Even after all that time, even after 12 years, he still had no idea what he’d say to you.

After a few moments of silence and the both of you trying to regain composure, you swallowed thickly. “Mr. Weasley.” You nodded your head in some sort of greeting, at least that’s what you thought your head did.

“Professor.” He attempted to greet back. “May I… May I come in?”

Nodding your head, you moved to the side to let him through. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he stepped inside. He needed to or else he’d be a fidgety, thumb twiddling mess.

You closed the door and the both of you stood there in silence for a moment, not sure where to begin in starting a conversation with a history such as yours. “Would you like a drink?” You offered.

“Yes. Thank you.” He answered, looking around your office and living quarters. Any minute now, he’d be able to look your way again. Any minute now…

You went to grab the bottle given to you as a welcome gift when you first arrived to teach at Hogwarts. You were planning on saving it for a special occasion, and you couldn’t think of anything that could top what was happening then.

Pouring for the both of you, you grabbed the glasses and walked over to hand one to him. He gave a polite, if not awkward, smile as he took it from you. Both of you downed it a bit fast. Your frantic nerves helping you push passed the dreadful taste.

“Another?” You asked.

“Please.” You gladly took the glass from him again and he ran a shaky hand through his hair.

You returned with your refilled glasses, and he took his from you, just as appreciative as the first time.

“What brings you here?” You managed to begin.

He looked down at his glass, twirling the liquid around in his hand. “I needed to see you.” He decided to confess.

Your breath hitched and your heart rate picked up. The only response you could manage was a nod of your head and an absent sip of your drink.

He looked up and met your gaze. “Was this stupid of me?”

You shook your head. “No.”

He gave the smallest smile and looked back down at his glass.

“I think I met about ten different Weasleys today.” You casually began with a chuckle, the warmth in your cheeks putting you a bit at ease. “By chance were any of them yours?”

He let out an amused breath through his nose. “My little Matilda just started.”

“Ah, so it was Matilda. I had a suspicion. She’s delightful to have as a student just so you know.”

Garreth began to feel a bit more at ease now too. “I bet you it’s only because you have her for beasts class. Any other subject, you might have struggled to keep her attention.”

You nodded your head. “I may have gotten the sense she loved magical beasts. Just a little though.” You quipped.

Garreth shook his head. “Already asked me for her own beasts brush. I tried to remind her the school had some she could use, but she’s a silver tongue that one.”

You laughed at him then. The thought of Garreth Weasley being such a sucker for his little girl was too sweet not to smile at.

“What?” He asked, an amused smile of his own plastered on his face.

“Look at you, Gar. A proper dad.”

His chest fluttered at you calling him that again, but he shoved it back. “In all its glory.” He took another sip of his drink when his emotions began to swirl. In a perfect world, he would have had children with you. You would have been Matilda’s mother. But he shouldn’t dwell on impossible things like that, he had done enough of that already.

“What are you up to these days?” You asked.

Garreth gave a shrug. “A lot of the same really. Parry Pippin gave me his shop.”

Your eyes widened. “He did? That’s wonderful, Gar!”

There you went, calling him Gar again so effortlessly, blissfully unaware of what it did to him. He took another sip. “Not too bad, yeah? Never felt the need to change the name, thought it worked fine as is.”

“Outgrew ‘Garreth’s Subterranean Concoctions’, did you?”

He grunted and rolled his eyes in response, taking another sip of his drink. But he had to admit, at least to himself, he was a little impressed you remembered. “I decided it was, in fact, too obtuse. But I’d rather talk about you and your adventures. Think I’ve seen you in the Daily Prophet once or twice.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Merlin, don’t remind me. Those journalists are pests. Won’t leave me alone.”

“Can’t really blame them. You’re probably the most interesting magizoologist they’ve encountered. You’re famous now.”

You rubbed at the back of your neck. “I wasn’t trying to be. I think the only plus side is my students seem to be very keen on what I have to say in class.”

“My Matilda’s going to talk your ear off. I hope you’re prepared.”

You smiled again, a warm feeling coming over you. You always knew Garreth would be a doting father. As much as you wanted him to have been the father of your children once upon a time, you couldn’t be mad with where things ended up. He clearly adored his little girl.

“I think you’re underestimating how much I’ll appreciate her enthusiasm.”

“Oh.” He guffawed with a shake of his head. “I don’t think I am.” Another sip. When he realized he finished the last of his drink, he took out his pocket watch and cursed under his breath. “I apologize, I shouldn’t have come to see you so late.”

You waved him off and chugged the last of your drink, going up and taking his glass from him. “You, Mr. Weasley, are welcome any time.” You said as you went to put away the glasses in your kitchen.

He rubbed a hand down his face as you walked him to the door. “Thank you… for tonight. Really.”

You met his serious stare and smiled at him. “Of course, Garreth.”

He smiled back, but it had a hint of sadness to it. Call me Gar one more time. Just once more.

“Goodnight.” He opened the door and went into the night air, giving you a small wave over his shoulder.

“Goodnight.” You called and waved back, then shut the door. You took a deep breath and released it, relieved that your reunion had gone as well as it had. Maybe you could do this. Maybe you could be friends with him again.

Another knock at the door tore you from your hopeful thoughts. You didn’t hesitate to open it back up. “Forget somethi -”

“What’s on your neck?”

You stilled, you had completely forgotten you had it on. You had worn it for over a decade, it basically felt like a part of you now. If you had known he was coming you would have hidden it for the time being, but it hadn’t even crossed your mind until he asked you about it just then.

You were too flustered to answer, and Garreth walked up until he was toe to toe with you. Not taking his eyes off yours, he reached a delicate finger up to tug at the necklace you were wearing. He pulled it up just enough so that it wasn't covered by your shirt anymore. His eyes dropped to what was on it, and he lost all sense of reason. It was the engagement ring he got you. He thought he was seeing things when he caught the briefest glimpse earlier, but he had to be sure. He had to. And now that he was, he knew he was about to do something really stupid.

He looked back up to your eyes, his hand shifted from holding the necklace to cupping your neck, and he slowly leaned down towards you. “You need to tell me to stop.”

You shook your head, your breathing growing heavy. You didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to close the distance between you so badly, but not like this, not when he had a wife at home. “Go home, Garreth.” You somehow got yourself to whisper, his lips just a breath away from yours.

He stopped. “Alright.” He whispered back and nodded, forcing himself to come to his senses. He kept his eyes on yours as he released you and walked backwards. Once he was far enough, he turned on his heel and strode up the path back to Hogsmeade.

The next day, Garreth headed down to Hogwarts with a crate of overstocked potion ingredients. He remembered how you always asked him for potions back in your school days, surely giving the excess stock to you would be better than tossing it out. Of course, that was, without question, the only reason he was heading to Hogwarts.

He walked along the path towards the beasts class stables, carrying the crate over one shoulder, and he spotted you talking to a student. He walked a bit slower so he could watch you.

You knelt down to the young student’s level and explained something to him. The child was cradling a puffskein in his arms, and you were gesturing to different points on the creature while you spoke. Seeing you interact so well with kids did something to Garreth’s insides.

You glanced in his direction and his throat went dry. You turned back to the student and stood, finishing up your lesson. The student handed you the puffskein and you waved goodbye as he ran off.

You turned towards him, squinting slightly with the sun in your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Can I help you, Mr. Weasley?”

He pointed up at the crate on his shoulder. “Was wondering if you wanted some spare ingredients.” He called back.

“I’ll take whatever you can give me. One moment.” You turned to put the puffskein back in the stable.

Garreth shifted on his feet as he waited for you. He tried to keep his gaze on you subtle as you bent over to put down the puffskein and lock up the gate. But once you faced him fully and walked towards him, he eyed you with undivided attention. Merlin, you’re stunning.

“Let me get the door.” You said as you passed him.

He followed close, doing everything he could to not look at your backside in those pants. With a click of your key in the slot, you pushed open the door.

He stepped in and glanced back at you. “Anywhere?”

“Anywhere.”

Garreth went and placed the crate on your desk, taking glances around your hut, getting a scope of the place. Then he went back up to you, bringing himself toe to toe again, just as close as the night before. “I’m off then.”

You took in his freckles for a moment. Surely it was harmless to admire from afar, right? “You’re welcome any time, Mr. Weasley.” You decided to remind him.

He took the briefest glance at your neck, catching you still wearing the necklace with your ring. “Then I’ll be back tomorrow, Professor.” With that, he took his leave.

It had become a daily occurrence for Garreth, walking down to Hogwarts with spare ingredients from the shop. It was the highlight of his day every time. Just getting to be near you and feel that thick as honey tension between you, it was intoxicating.

It had gone on for weeks, and the excitement hadn’t dissipated in the slightest. If anything, it only grew by the day.

His newfound routine had been thrown off when there was a shortage of wiggenweld potions across the valley. He had been the only shop to have stock and he wasn’t able to leave until every last customer was helped.

As soon as everyone had cleared out, he rushed to close up. Throwing the crate with ingredients over his shoulder, he picked up the pace to make it down to you before Hogwarts’ curfew.

He didn’t expect to walk down and see you waiting on the steps of your hut.

His footsteps slowed to a stop as you stood and eyed him. “You're late.” You stated as you went to get the door.

“Busy day.” He replied as he came up behind you and stepped inside. Walking past you, he went to your desk as he usually did, but stopped and turned when he heard you close the door and lock it.

He met your gaze as you took determined steps towards him. “Put it down.”

Garreth recognized that look in your eye, even if it had been over a decade since he’d seen it. He dropped the crate to the ground, the wood breaking and the ingredients scattering across the floor. He closed the distance between you two, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your lips to his.

Your hands reached up and gripped the fabric of his shirt, holding him against you just as you had dreamed to these past 12 years.

The two of you licked and bit and sucked at each other's lips in an attempt to fill this insatiable need between you, gasps and sighs escaping. Garreth gripped at your thighs, picking you up and hoisting your legs around him. He carried you to your desk, the two of you urgently shoving off everything that covered it as he sat you on top of it.

With hurried hands, you went for each others’ pants, unbuttoning and pulling down the fabric that separated you both. As soon as he had access, his tip was at your entrance. You shifted so he could enter you, moans coming from both of you as he did.

His thrusts were hard and spaced out as soon as he was in you again. He couldn’t let himself go fast. No, he needed to savor every second of this. The two of you kept your eyes locked on one another as he pounded into you.

When your head began to fall back, he cupped your face, keeping you upright. “Keep looking at me.”

Your hands shot to the back of his head and held tight to his locks as he thrusted into you. He crashed his lips back onto yours, your tongues battling for dominance, and his release was coming fast.

He reached up for the top of your shirt, tearing the top few buttons open, breaking them off and sending them flying. He broke your kiss and looked down at your necklace, the ring in full view before him. Grunts escaped him as his thrusts came faster and he plunged into you until completion.

Both of you breathing hard, you remained holding one another. He rested his head on your shoulder as he caught his breath. You seemed to come out of the blissful haze before he did, but when you shifted to get up he held you in place.

“No.” He said. “No, please. Can we stay like this a little longer?”

The desperation in his voice matched the desperation you felt. But this was a mistake, you shouldn’t have initiated as you had. You should have let him drop off the ingredients and go. But you shut the door and locked the both of you in, selfishly taking him as if he were still yours.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed as you shifted away from him and off the desk. “I shouldn’t have… Forgive me, this is all my fault.” Your voice was strained as you went to grab your discarded pants.

Garreth pulled up his own pants as well, numbly looking at the wall before him. He wanted your warmth against him again, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to get his fill of it. “I’m just as much to blame.”

“I think -” You took a shaky breath and went for the door when you were both clothed again. “I think I’m fine on ingredients. Thank you for everything.”

Garreth’s face went stoic, and he took his leave without looking at you. “You’re welcome.”

You and Garreth kept your distance from each other throughout the following months. But he still kept an eye out for you throughout Hogsmeade. He allowed himself to look, but the temptation to touch never faded.

After a rather taxing day at the shop he decided to pop into Three Broomsticks, he tensed when he saw you at a table in the back talking with Brood & Peck’s new worker. He had seen the fellow around and heard some things about him. He had quite the adventurous background, just like you.

Garreth tried to keep the scowl off his face as he enjoyed a drink or two… or three.

Throughout the night, Garreth spoke amicably with everyone seated next to him at the bar. He’d sip at his drink as he took casual glances your way. You had been talking with that blockhead all night, smiling at him, acting smitten. He hid it well, but it was sending him up the wall.

He caught that you finally said goodbye to the man and took your leave. He downed the last of his drink and left after you. He could probably blame it on the alcohol in his system, but in truth, it was just how crazy you made him.

Coming up behind you, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a dark, nearby alleyway.

“Hey! Garreth, what in Merlin’s name are you doing?" You took rapid glances around to make sure no one could see you two.

Pinning you between him and the wall, he pressed himself against you. You were taken aback, but immediately compliant. You looked up at him as he put a firm hold on your neck, feeling the chain of your necklace under his fingers.

A thrilling sensation coursed through you and you were eager to see what he would do next, ignoring all the screaming voices in your head to not let it go any further.

He leaned down and bit at your bottom lip, then placed his forehead against yours. “Trying to replace me?”

You didn’t respond, only looked into his darkened eyes with yours as your breathing picked up. Keeping his hand on your throat, he slid his free hand down the front of your pants, immediately going for your folds.

“Go ahead. Just try.” He moved his fingers against your slit and greedily took your lips with his.

You kissed him back with just as much hunger, but you got yourself to turn away and push feebly at his chest. “Garreth… We can’t -” A whimper escaped you at his touch, and he plunged his first finger into you.

“I had to watch you with him all night.” He spoke in a low tone next to your ear.

You bit your lip and your hands slid up from his chest to grip his shoulders. He took that as his chance to slip another finger in.

“Does he know what’s around your neck?” His fingers moved faster. “Hm?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, wanting to slap him, but also wanting him to continue taking you as he was.

“Fuck, I like the way you’re looking at me.” He breathed. He had never taken control like this before, and it was a power trip he never knew he wanted to experience.

Your breathing was becoming shallow as he kept up his movements. “Don’t stop.” You panted in his ear as you threw your arms around him, holding him even closer.

“I’ll stop when I want to stop.”

The combination of his rough fingers and the way he was speaking had you delirious, the fire in your abdomen now an inferno. You were a furnace completely at his mercy and it was everything.

When your heavy breathing melted into moans, Garreth shifted back a bit, moving the hand that was on your throat and placing it over your mouth. “Keep fucking quiet.” He commanded in a hushed tone. But his fingers moved faster within you, almost challenging himself to get you to scream out.

He glanced down at his hand in your pants then back up to your face, and caught your half-lidded, pleasure filled eyes. His knees nearly buckled at the sight, but he stood strong. He could tell you were close, and more than anything he wanted to get you there, be the only person who ever did for the rest of your lives.

Your eyes began to roll into the back of your head and he removed his hand from your mouth, capturing your lips with his. He was going to swallow every cry and mewl he got out of you.

When your walls stopped contracting over his fingers, he slowly slid them out of you. His hands went to your hips and he rested his forehead against yours. As you caught your breath, the two of you had left your hate-fuck filled state and somehow shifted to something else.

“Tell me you still love me.” He exhaled, trying to stay steady. “Tell me you still love me like I love you.”

You took in his freckles with him being this close, just like you had always done. “Of course I still love you. You’re all I have left.”

His throat constricted. “Then why did you leave?”

Your arms snaked around his shoulders. “Garreth…”

“You didn’t even leave a note.” He shook his head slightly, the tears began to sting at his eyes. “You left me with nothing. We could have figured something out. We could have -”

You pulled his head down to your shoulder, cradling him there. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight to him.

“Please just… tell me why you left without giving me a chance. I know I didn’t deserve it. I know that. But I have to know what was going through your head.”

You let out a shaky breath, keeping your own tears at bay. “There wasn’t a place for me there.”

He tightened his hold on you and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“It didn’t feel like my home anymore. That house was for you and your family.”

“You were my family.” He argued against your neck. “We were going to get married.”

“But we weren’t yet. And you had a baby on the way, Garreth.” You sighed. “I thought about coming back so many times. I did once.”

Garreth pulled back slightly, furrowing his brows and meeting your eyes. “When?”

“About a year after I left.” You admitted. “Your aunt had passed and I wanted to visit her grave. Told myself I was going to let you go and give you back the ring while I was at it. Then I saw you sitting outside your house holding little Matilda.” You smiled a bit thinking back on it. “You looked tired, but so happy. I felt like I’d only intrude, so I left.”

Garreth thought about it, and he didn’t know what he’d do if you decided to meet with him. He had come to terms with it all by then, marrying Victoria, having Matilda, losing you. He might have been able to stand tall. But then again, he went mad just seeing your picture in the Daily Prophet for the first time.

“And the ring? After all this time?”

You shook your head. “I can’t seem to let you go.”

You held each other in the alley like lovesick teenagers who snuck out in the night. He kissed you then, but without the aggression or urgency. For the first time since he’d had you in his arms again, his lips were tender on yours.

Just like it had when you were seeing each other over a decade ago, time seemed to fly by. Months had passed since he began sneaking away to see you, taking a quick floo to your hut and locking yourselves away for a few stolen moments. Moments where you two would be entwined. He’d be on top of you, under you, any position he could manage while he was inside you. Sometimes you’d make love, sometimes you’d fuck. It was all perfect to him.

That potions shop keeper is having an affair with the beasts professor at Hogwarts. Garreth imagined people around Hogsmeade would say. But your meetups were the best kept secret he had ever had. No one ever suspected a thing.

Sure it was a bit thrilling to have secrets, but all that mattered was that he had you again. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

Except for maybe a divorce. He felt awful running around on Victoria as he was. She was a fine wife, a fine mother. But he hadn’t felt that spark of life he always had with you. The moment he saw you standing in person before him again, he knew his marriage was over. He had nothing more to offer her.

It had weighed heavily on Garreth. Separating wouldn’t exactly be easy to do legally, or cheap. But he’d push through, whatever it took to get the life he had been aching for since the moment you left.

He hadn’t touched Victoria since you came back. She had tried, and he’d been dismissive. Even spending a good amount of his nights sleeping at the shop. She had sensed his distance easily, and eventually gave up on trying. He hoped she found a lover too.

He’d go easy on Matilda and break the news to her when the time came. He reasoned her being away at Hogwarts a majority of the year now would give her enough space from it all. There was never a good time for parents to separate, only the sooner the better at this point.

Matilda hadn’t attended beasts class that day. You would assume she was out sick, but something felt off. Every time she was sick she would still make her way to beasts class, and you’d always have to tell her she could catch up after hours and to go get some rest. But she hadn’t even shown up that day, and it set all your alarm bells off.

“You’re not in trouble, I promise you.” You assured the student you overheard mentioning her name. “Just tell me where she said she’d be.”

“W - Well, she mentioned a place called Henrietta’s Hideout? Hideaway? Said she needed to find a runaway niffler.”

Your blood had gone cold. Henrietta’s Hideaway was beyond dangerous for anyone, let alone a child. It had been riddled with traps and dark wizards when you and Garreth went exploring there, when you were particularly young and stupid. “Are you sure?”

The student nodded his head, clearly nervous.

You turned on your heel, immediately heading to the nearest floo.

Matilda felt in her gut coming to Henrietta’s Hideaway would be dangerous, but she ignored that feeling and ventured forth anyway. The thought of leaving Agnes Coffey’s pet niffler to roam here and get killed made her sick to her stomach. She couldn’t sit by and let it be. She couldn’t.

She had managed to find the niffler, Rococo, but getting back out alive was starting to feel impossible. There were traps everywhere, and she didn’t know how to cast disillusionment on anything else other than herself. Rococo would give her away to the surrounding dark wizards for certain.

As she stood there, hiding herself and cradling the niffler in her arms, her hope slipped away every time she peeked around the corner. Each time it seemed like the amount of dark wizards lurking around went up. She let herself panic, but she didn’t let herself cry.

She startled when she started to hear spell blasts. Hearing the alarm in the dark wizards’ voices as they started casting spells back, Matilda held tight to the niffler and slid down the wall she was leaning against. She was finally starting to feel like the child she was.

She needed to get out of there, she needed her father. He could save her, he always had. She squeezed her eyes shut and closed out the world around her, the tears started to come then.

Because her fear had taken over, she didn’t even notice when everything went quiet. She continued to hold tight to the whining niffler and keep her eyes closed when you approached.

“Matilda? Matilda, it’s me. Everything’s alright now. Come with me, dear.” You knelt to her level and spoke in a hushed tone.

She slowly looked up hearing your voice, her eyes widening. Letting herself sob then, she threw an arm around you while still holding tight to the niffler.

She threw you off balance slightly but you kept upright and held her back. “I got you.” You soothed and slowly brought both of you to your feet. “Let’s get going.” You pulled back, keeping a hold on her shoulders. You looked into her eyes, trying to get her steady again. “I need that Gryffindor bravery, alright?” You gave her a reassuring smile.

She wiped at her eyes quickly and gave you a firm nod. “A - Alright.”

The two of you moved forward out of Henrietta’s Hideaway. You tried to remember what the trap mechanisms looked like when you were there back in your school days. Dark Wizards you could handle. Nearly invisible traps? Those could sneak up on anyone.

You and Matilda caught sight of the entrance and she was immediately filled with optimism and relief. “There!” She shouted and began sprinting.

“Matilda, slow down!” You called, keeping up with her as best you could.

You caught it at the last second. The tile Matilda stepped on made a clicking sound, and sank just slightly under the pressure of her foot.

“Matilda!” You shouted and shoved her out of the way. You weren’t sure what the trap being set off would do, but something moved into your abdomen, a strong pressure hitting you immediately. It didn’t hurt at first, but it had a solid hold on you. You couldn’t move. Then whatever was in your abdomen slipped out, the blood and the pain started to come. It was a spike, triggered by the plate Matilda had stepped on.

The realization started to kick in then. You did your best to keep your breathing even and not scare Matilda. This was it. This was the misstep that got you, wasn’t it? You could feel it. You weren’t going to be alive after today.

“Matilda.” You began as calmly as you could. “Go… Go get your father. He can help me, he’ll know what to do.” You sat down on the ground, clutching your stomach, slowing the bleeding to buy yourself time. “Watch your step as you go.”

Matilda was scared seeing your wound bleeding as harshly as it was, but she was able to stand strong at your handling of it. You were her hero after all. Of course you could handle something like this, no problem. She nodded her head vigorously and ran out.

You tried to keep your breathing even, last long enough to see Garreth one last time.

“Dad!” Matilda burst through the shop door. Garreth caught her panic in an instant and didn’t hesitate to run up to her. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he looked her over quickly, ignoring the niffler in her arms.

“What is it?! What’s wrong?!” He cupped her cheek when he noticed some of the scrapes on her face. “Let me get a wiggenweld.” He turned to get it but she grabbed his wrist.

“No time! It’s Professor Y/N. I - I was at Henrietta’s Hideaway and she helped get me out of there. She saved me from a trap but she’s hurt, dad. She - She said to get you. Said you’d be able to help.”

Garreth’s eyes widened, nostrils flaring. Henrietta’s Hideaway? “What in Merlin’s name were you doing all the way out there?!” Not waiting for her answer, he ran for the door. “Wiggenweld! Now!” He snapped before he was out of sight and at the nearest floo flame. As soon as he returned with you, he’d give Matilda an earful.

Garreth called your name as he carefully stepped into the hideaway. It had been so long since the two of you had explored there. He had no doubt it was still as dangerous as it was back then, the both of you had barely made it out in one piece even with how capable the two of you were.

He heard you cough. He turned your direction and his heart dropped at the sight.

You were sitting on the ground in a pool of blood, back up against a rock, hand clutched over your abdomen attempting to stop the bleeding. Garreth strode up and knelt before you. “We have to get you out of here.” He swallowed thickly once he got a closer look at the wound and noticed the loss of color in your skin. A sickening thought took hold of him.

Are you dying?

“No, I -” You hissed in pain. “I’m not going to make it out of here, Gar.”

He had never heard your voice so weak, dread started to set in. No, you’re not dying. You survive everything. You can’t die. “We’ve got to try. I can carry you.”

He wanted to scream when you only shook your head at him. “Be with me.” You reached for his hand.

His nostrils flared, his breathing starting to come out uneven as he tried to shove the panic down. “I’m getting you to St. Mungo’s.” As carefully as he could, he attempted to lift you. But your cries of pain stopped him. He shifted just enough so he was on the ground with you, holding you in his arms, your blood coating his clothes. The helplessness he felt was crippling.

“Tell me what to do.” He pleaded. “You always have a plan. Tell me what I need to do.” Garreth was crumbling, the pieces of him falling too quickly to catch.

You rested your head against his chest and looked up at him as he looked around the cave frantically. “Be with me. Please, Gar.”

He shook his head. “I just got you back.” His voice cracked, his throat constricting. “Please… Please don’t leave me. I can’t do it. I can’t lose you again.”

You weakly reached up and tugged at your necklace. “You never lost me.”

Garreth looked down at the ring he gave you and the tears stung at his eyes, ready to fall. You let go of the necklace and cupped his cheek, looking at him with so much love, he didn’t feel worthy of any of it.

He reached up and held your hand against his cheek. “You saved my girl.” He whispered, more grateful than you’d ever know.

“You know me. Always have to be the hero.” You quipped, your voice so weak it nearly came out as a wheeze. “I wish we met in first year.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, nodding his head, tears falling.

“It was always you, Gar.”

He shifted you in his arms, holding you tighter. “And it was always you.”

“You and me.” You smiled, your voice getting quieter.

“You and me.”

As you looked up at him and he looked back down at you, you seemed to stop breathing, seemed to go perfectly still. He said your name, but no response. He said it one more time, waiting for something, anything at all. But nothing.

He pulled you up more against him, resting his cheek against the top of your head, and let the rest of the tears come.

Come back to me.

The day of your funeral, he’d barely been able to speak, his voice would betray him each time. Nobody expected him to speak much anyway. After all, who was he to you? He wasn’t blood, he wasn’t your husband. At most he was an old friend, as far as everyone knew. No one would ever know what he truly was to you, would they? If he thought he felt loss when you left him all those years ago, it was nothing compared to what he felt then.

You were gone, for good this time. The permanence of it made his chest ache with an unbearable emptiness. It seemed every breath he took, he needed to guide himself through it. In, out. In, out. In, out.

Even after everyone left, he remained with your grave. As he stood there, looking down at your tombstone, he realized this was all he could have with you for the rest of his life.

He tried to think about your smile, your laugh, picture you there still with him. But as soon as he’d fall into the memory, a little voice in the back of his head reminded him it wasn’t real. Then your laugh in his head went silent, and he’d be brought back to reality in front of your tombstone.

Someone had walked up and looked down at your grave with him. “Seems I’m late.”

Garreth glanced up briefly and saw Sebastian Sallow beside him, looking down uneasily. “Afraid so.”

He had never liked Sallow. The lad would be fine in Garreth’s eyes if he hadn’t been so hopelessly in love with you back at Hogwarts. He had been sane before you showed up, but as soon as you arrived, something about you drove the poor fool mad. He had to stop him from following you around and begging you to reconsider your rejection too many times to count.

“Merlin, this can’t be real. She was supposed to outlive us all.” He whispered in disbelief. “When was the last time you spoke to her?”

Garreth blinked away the memory, trying to get the image of your bloody, lifeless form in his arms out of his head. “Not long before she passed. You?”

“I’d say about five years ago. Last I saw her, she was walking out my door, breaking my heart once again.”

Garreth wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer, but he asked anyway. “You two…?”

Sebastian glanced up at him, then looked back down with a shake of his head. “Not really. I mean we tried for a while. But she was never able to love me like I loved her.” Sebastian let out a shaky sigh. “Untameable that one.”

Garreth could only nod his head. That you were.

“I really thought I had a chance after you.” Sebastian huffed humorlessly. “But if it wasn’t going to be you, I don’t think it was going to be anybody.”

Garreth swallowed the lump in his throat and knew it was time to be alone. He gave Sebastian’s shoulder a cordial pat as he passed. “Good seeing you again, Sallow.”

Garreth sat before the fire, and let himself wallow in his own whiskey fueled pity. How many times had he let you down throughout knowing each other? How many times had he failed you when you two were right on track to live happily ever after?

There was nothing he could do now, was there? The only thing left to do was mourn. So he thought back on his life with you again. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could see you again in his dreams tonight.

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x you #garreth weasley imagine #garreth weasley angst #weasley wednesday

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mitsuyeaah · 2 years ago

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TR MASTERLIST

✧ — smut/suggestive MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

♡ — fluff ✩ — angst

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ONESHOTS

HARUCHIYO SANZU

undivided attention ✧♡✩

devil in disguise ✧

one-sided hatred ✧

strawberries and cream ✧♡

spectrum ✧

RINDOU HAITANI

shameless ✧♡✩

spectrum ✧

RAN HAITANI

pretty things ✧✩

SHUJI HANMA

muse ✧♡✩

IZANA KUROKAWA

spark of love ✧✩

DRABBLES

HARUCHIYO SANZU

high up in the skies ✩

starry night ✧

study session ✧

eclipse ✧ (self ship)

mean and filthy ✧

RINDOU HAITANI

use your words ✧

passenger princess ✧

late nights, heavier weights ♡

RAN HAITANI

the good kind of different ♡

passenger princess ✧

my present ✧

misdemeanour ✧

mean and filthy ✧

TAKASHI MITSUYA

sit back and relax ♡

just you ✩♡

SHUJI HANMA

work my magic ♡

after party ✧

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

more? ✧

IZANA KUROKAWA

like this, forever ♡

backstage pass ✧

KAKUCHO

backstage pass ✧

HEADCANONS/IMAGINES

♧ — headcanons ♤ — imagines

ALL

sorting tr characters in hogwarts houses ♧

love languages of tr characters ♧♡

tr characters reacting to “is this seat taken? ♧♡

tr characters reacting to a pick up line ♧♡

tr characters reacting to you obsessing over a male celeb ♧♡

HARUCHIYO SANZU

phone call ♤✧

during orgasm ♤✧

in bed ♤♡

shopping ♤♡

his scars ♤✧

from behind ♤✧

misunderstandings ♧♡

a lingering connection ♧✩

birthday sex ♤✧

voicemail ♤✩

pretty ♤♡

corruption kink ♧✧

RINDOU HAITANI

rindou’s type ♧♡

his love language ♧♡

at the gym ♧♡

gym buddy ♧♡

misunderstandings ♧♡

RAN HAITANI

manicure ♧✧

teaching you ♤✧

wine tasting ♤♡

lip balm ♧♡

on his chest ♤✧

misunderstandings ♧♡

TAKASHI MITSUYA

needy! mitsuya ♤✧

new pleasures ♧✧

SHUJI HANMA

body length mirror ♧✧

itadakimasu ♧✧

ride ♧✧

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

touch starved ♤✧

sub! kazutora ♤✧

handcuffs ♤✧

late night shenanigans ♧♡

MANJIRO ‘MIKEY’ SANO

late night shenanigans ♧♡

KEN ‘DRAKEN’ RYUGUJI

new pleasures ♧✧

SOUYA KAWATA

shy ♤♡

#mitsuyeaah #tokyo revengers

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xreaderbooks · 2 years ago

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The Shadows of Our Love Masterlist | Sebastian Sallow

Sebastian Sallow x Reader (Platonic! Garreth Weasley x Reader, Platonic! Ominis Gaunt x Reader)

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Following the events of Hogwarts Legacy: Tension rises in the Hamlets as well as in the house of Slytherin as Sebastian Sallow has taken to avoiding Y/n since the beginning of the school year. The lack of communication causes a rift between the once-close friends, both yearning for the other yet never fully expressing themselves to one another.

This school year was meant for studying, friends, and trying to rekindle her friendship with Sebastian Sallow who is set on avoiding her.

Y/n L/n is back at Hogwarts for her fifth year, left with an insurmountable amount of guilt, trauma, and ancient magic that she has lost control of over the summer; she must learn how to overcome her internal battle while also fighting a new one this year. With talk of a high society group called Death Reapers; Y/n must once again find the strength to fight for the wizarding world and confront her love for Sebastian Sallow.

Aged-up characters: 17-18 (6th years)

Slowburn - Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Hogwarts Legacy spoilers! Language, Violence, Death, Torture, Angst, Implied sexual content (no smut), SLOW BURN ASF

Chapter 1 | In the Shadow of Return

Chapter 2 | In the Shadow of Potions

Chapter 3 | In the Shadow of Evasion

Chapter 4 | In the Shadow of Strength

Chapter 5 | In the Shadow of Truth

Chapter 6 | In the Shadow of Rumors

Chapter 7 | In the Shadow of Quidditch

Chapter 8 | In the Shadow of Promises

Chapter 9 | In the Shadow of Interest

Chapter 10 | In the Shadow of Letters

Chapter 11 | In the Shadow of Duels

Chapter 12 | In the Shadow of Detention last updated: 8/15/23

Chapter 13 | In the Shadow of

Chapter 14 | In the Shadow of

Chapter 15 | In the Shadow of

more chapters to follow...

Y/n’s 6th year schedule:

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, The author of this story has no ownership of any of the characters in the Hogwarts Legacy video game. Some dialogue is taken from the story set in Hogwarts Legacy. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and some scenes where the original character is involved are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

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moo9395 · 4 months ago

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My Ghosts headcanons

I've had these sitting in a google doc for ages so I might as well hand them over.

I've split them into stuff that 'could take place in canon' and 'modern au' stuff

Robin:

Fluent in multiple languages (kind of canon but whatever)

He has a PhD in astrophysics

Humphrey:

He gets migraines

He’s a teacher (this is quite popular), Headteacher humphrey is cool as well

Failed his driving test 4 times in a row

Coffee gives Humphrey headaches so he drinks more of it.

Mary:

She was a girl guide (me coded) (Credit to @kingofthefrogs swapped au for inspo)

Welsh (me coded)

Dyslexic

Kitty:

Can be heard on a spirit box (Credit to kingofthefrogs)

Likes Call the Midwife.

She is a Nurse or Doctor, possibly a paediatrician. Haven’t seen this done yet but I think it could be fun given her fascination with Maddocks’ injury.

She loves iced coffee.

Thomas:

He is scared of dogs (channeling me right now) Dante is a weird exception to this that Fanny often complains about but secretly is proud of.

He can experience temperature as a ghost. (Credit to Ailendolin) He is susceptible to heat stroke and sometimes gets a cold, especially after going in the lake.

He's left handed

He is dyslexic and/or short sighted. Bonus if he refuses to wear glasses. Double bonus if this gives him constant headaches.

Studied abroad in Holland for 2 years and developed a weed addiction, he moved back to the UK to get over it

Coffee gives Thomas headaches so he doesn’t drink it.

Fanny:

Hypochondriac.

Incredible at Netball (she's such a netball girlie) she plays wing attack or centre

Captain:

He has reading glasses.

Scared of chickens (Alektorophobia) (Inspired by @upsetslingshot on ao3)

Cap was in army cadets (me coded) and loved it.

Pat:

He's claustrophobic, he was in life and the fact that he died while struggling to breathe has worsened that.

He’s basically blind without his glasses. (like Velma type blind)

Road rage.

Julian:

Has hemophobia (fear of blood)

Julian was in army cadets and hated it.

Multi Character (mostly modern au stuff):

Thomas, Fanny, and Mary love watching Downton Abbey. Thomas is a passionate fan of Edith, Mary likes Sybil, and Fanny is a big fan of Violet Crawley (as she should be).

All autistic (Julian and Robin AuDHD).

Cap, Thomas, Mary, and Julian are cat people

Pat, Robin, and Fanny are dog people

Humphrey and Kitty passionately refuse to pick a side.

Thomas, Cap, Pat, Fanny and Julian are tea people.

Humphrey, Kitty, Mary and Robin are coffee people.

Robin and Humphrey as siblings/ twins.

Thomas and Kitty met in school. Thomas was being picked on and Kitty defended him.

Julian and Robin met in Cambridge Uni, Robin was doing an astrophysics PhD, Julian was doing his classmates a masters in politics.

Cap and Fanny play badminton together.

They have a group football team (more on that later)

Mary and Robin hooked up once (I know its canon but I love when it also happens in modern au's)

Hogwarts houses:

Hufflepuff - Humphrey, Pat, Mary

Gryffindor - Robin, Julian

Ravenclaw - Fanny, Thomas, Kitty

Slytherin - Cap

I'm very willing to elaborate and hear other opinions on this.

Mario Kart mains:

Robin - Bowser

Humphrey - Shy Guy

Mary - Yoshi

Kitty - Daisy

Thomas - Peach

Fanny - Toadette

Captain - Luigi

Pat - Koopa Troopa

Julian - Donkey Kong

The football team (my pride and joy):

Robin - goalkeeper, he once scored from a goal kick

Humphrey - defence, very good at headers (lol) but is frequently injured mainly due to being clumsy

Kitty - defence, she gets very invested in the game and will break knees (while apologising)

Cap - defence, it took him a while to pick up the sport but he’s thriving, works very well with Humphrey and Kitty

Thomas - surprisingly good left winger, other teams generally see him (being himself) before the game and write him off as a weaker player - he loves proving them wrong

Fanny - right wing, her and thomas make a weirdly good duo, she's absolutely incredible at penalties

Pat - central midfielder and the team captain (Cap conceded that maybe Pat was a little bit better than him at football and should take the lead ‘just this once’)

Mary - Striker, really strong with both feet, closes her eyes when she takes a shot but somehow is still usually on target

Julian - Striker, solid player but is frequently sent off for inappropriate celebrations

I had way too much fun re-reading these.

PLEASE USE THEM AND SEND ME THE FICS IM OBSESSED.

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hedgehog-troops · 7 months ago

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Severus Snape (a complex character)

(a study into his character by yours truly)

severus snape who saw something in the girl across the street, who he though must be so lonely being so alone in a house full of muggles, having none like her around.

severus snape offering comfort to the same girl after her sister called her a freak. severus snape watching that girl, the first friend hes every had walk onto the train to hogwarts and become friends with everyone.

severus snape who watched this girl get sorted into the 'good' house while he was in the 'evil' house. severus snape, with whom suddenly one of the most popular guys at school had a problem with.

severus snape lurking in the shadows, trying to block out the voices that said that all slytherins are evil. severus snape trying to block out the whispers of his fellow house mates who kept on saying his bsf should die.

severus snape who saw the girl he loves so bad get asked out again and again by the one guy everyone loves, knowing hed never amount up to him.

severus snape who was so smart that with nothing to do he began to form curses.

severus snape who may lurk but never cower. secerus snape who gave as good as he got.

severus snape who watched his bsf slowly begin to befriend the people he's been feuding eith for years.

severus snape who knew somethign was off with that lanky boy, cornered the one oerson who might be considered closest to him to find the answer.

severus snape who almost died that night.

severus snape who hated that he owed his life to the one person he loathed the most.

severus snape who felt a burst of power as he noticed the way the marauders left him now alone solely because he held the most chrished secret of theirs.

severus snape who felt the same power when he developed the sectumsepra curse.

severus snape who slowly felt himself giving into the whispers of those who claimed that the muggleborns should not live.

somewhere along the way, severus snape who lost himself.

severus snape risked himself for the person he once thought he loved but was self aware enough to know, what he felt now was mere obsession. crazy obsession.

severus snape who was doing so much better, working on himself, until he saw the body of the one oerson he loathed the most with the soul of the only person he's loved.

severus snape who lost himself again in the power he felt making harrys life hell in a way he never could his father's

severus snape who couldve been so much had he not been where he was.

severus snape who couldve doen so much better if he was just a bit stronger.

#severus snape #james potter #marauders #marauders fandom #sirius black #marauders era #aidenyaps #pro severus #kinda #canon marauders #harry potter marauders #the marauders era #the marauders #character study #lily evans #lily evans potter #lily potter #remus lupin

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blue-razzslushie · 6 months ago

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Introducing My Hogwarts Legacy MC: Rory Ebony!

GENERAL INFORMATION:

Name: Rory Michael Evan Ebony

Age: 15

Voice Claim: Jessica Vosk (Lute from HH)

Personality Type: INTJ-T

House: Ravenclaw

Patronus: Raven (Ironic much)

Boggart: Themself, corrupted by dark ancient magic like Ranrok was. It was what they could have been, or yet to be.

Hair color: Black

Eye color (s): Yellow and Dark Blue

Skin tone: Caramel

Nationality: Pardo [Brazilian + British.]

Height: 5'4

Clothing Style: Typically casual and easy to move around clothes works for them best. When the Option arises, they always choose to take off their school robe. They prefer to dress more masculine, would rather Avada Kadabra Themself then wear a skirt or dress. Hands get cold easily so they always keep on fingerless black gloves. Also enjoys keeping Solar Specticals on at all times, due to their light sensitivity!

PERSONALITY, LIKES AND DISLIKES

Personality: Rory is a very straight forward serious person, especially for their age. Preferring to outsmart their opponents then go in headfirst. They mostly spend their time in the Room of Requirment studying for classes, making plans to stop Rookwood and Ranrok's lot, and occasionally reading up on astronomy. Besides for a handful of teachers and students, They would very much prefer to not talk to anyone and be alone. Once people do get close to them, they can be more open and friendly.

Traits: Sarcastic, Smart, Cold, Brave, Witty, Snarky, Sassy, Calculative, Funny, Stubborn, Very VERY stubborn

Likes: Silence, Alone time, Cats, Raccoons, Dueling, Lemon tea, Astronomy

Dislikes: Children, Crowds, Loud noises, The Smell of Peanut butter, Squirrels, getting called any words that insult their intelligence or work ethic, for example. . .Ignorant (SEBASTIAN cough cough)

Habits: Fiddling with wand absentmindedly, Being too blunt with people, Overworking, Cutting Sleep, Skipping Meals, Pushing people away

Hobbies: Drawing, Writing, Playing Violin, Studying Astronomy, Talking Shit abt people to their Kneazle

Fears: Being Forgotten, Letting people down.

Favorite Class: Potions/DADA

Favorite spells: Diffindo, Depulso, Incendio, Glacius, Disillusionment, Alohomora

Favorite Professors: Prof. Sharp, Prof. Fig, Prof.Hecat, Prof.Weasley

Favorite Beast: Kneazle/Hippogriff

BACKGROUND/ LORE

Rory doesn't really remember the early years of their life. They were born as what would modernly be known as Intersex, Not exactly known what gender they were at all. And just as you would expect, society including their parents were not fond of this. It was as if they we're a freak. Not too long after being born Rory's parents seperated, and didn't seem either was keen to keep the child they had created. With a stroke of pure genius abandoning them at a small Orphanage called SmileSide Orphanage; and never looking back.

SmileSide Orphanage mind you, was anything but a place to smile. It was rather poor to say the least and the caretakers for the children were. . .less then kind. The place constantly smelled of old socks and despair, every child there constantly scared stiff by the women who ran the place. It seemed like everything anyone did was wrong. Breath too loud? Locked in the cellar with no meals for 2 Moons. Speak out of turn? Wash out your mouth with soap! And the punishments only got more severe from there. Just like the other kids, Rory hated it there.

However, Unlike most children, they never really were too interested in getting adopted or finding friends at the place. Instead, They spent most of their time nose in a book, they liked non-ficton and learning everything they could. But, Fiction always holds a special place in their heart. More specifically, Mystery series. Rory always loved solving puzzles and mysteries, Figuring out the culprit of the crime along with the main character in their favourite book was always something they enjoyed. As well as reading, they did more creative things as well, Drawing, Writing, tinkering. . .all while Learning as much as they could from the local library and other educational things the small town had to offer.

This went on for 14 more years, along the way Rory eventually growing tired of the same routine. They wanted adventure, something new to discover, maybe a new book to read? They had read almost every one in the library twice for Peats Sake! Eventually, on their 15th birthday receiving a letter at their bedside. It was a rather ominis letter, being addressed to:

Rory Micheal Evan Ebony

432 Creek Road, SmileSide Orphanage

Bed #12, 2nd Floor

Oh. . .okay! This was a bit unsettling. Reading the message, they learned the letter came from "Headmistress Matilda Weasley".or whoever she was. The letter informed them they shall be admitted to a school called "Hogwarts". Apparently they were long overdue to go, 4 entire years late? However, a man named Eleazar Fig, or Professor Fig, was going to be coming to mentor them? They were baffled, yet excited. This was unexpected, uncharted Mystery Letter. And you know them. . .They loved solving a good Mystery. Surprisingly (and conviently) enough not even 5 minutes later a older man showed up at the front door wearing rather Flamboyant clothing. He looked at the child before him as if he already knew them, extending a hand and introducing himself as Eleazar Fig. . .hey it's the man from the letter! Now this? This was the sort of new adventure they've been craving. . . If only they new what the future would hold.

RELATIONSHIPS WITH STAFF/STUDENTS

Professor Fig: Father Figure #1! person Rory was able to trust, and I mean fully trust. They bonded well over the few months before Rory attended Hogwarts, Getting taught about the Wizarding World and its inhabitants. Their bond only strengthened once the whole Ancient Magic ability came about. They were a lot alike, Clever, Sassy, and unbelievably courageous. Fig was their emotional backbone throughout the journey, giving words of encouragement and praise all the way. Professor Fig always cared for Rory as if his own child since the day they began being mentored by him, They acted a lot like Miriam in his opinion, and that's what only made him love them more. He understood them, and even when he didn't he tried to be there either way. As much as they would have rather died then admit it, Professor Fig was basically what They always wanted in their father. A kind man who would support them and be able to trust. If only he could still be here. . .Oh Professor, they're so sorry.

Professor Sharp: Father Figure #2! Rory always liked Potions, and Professor Sharp's class in general. They always found it odd how people hated his class, Perhaps those students were just to weak when it came to "Intimidating" people telling them what to do. The two didn't start to truly bond until after Professor Fig's death, Sure they knew each other and were friendly. . . But that's all it was. It wasn't until Rory was in the Potions classroom every other hour trying to hide from People asking questions about the battle under Hogwarts and Professor Weasley's kind but overwhelming mother henning, the potions professor and the Ravenclaw really started to actually know each other. The two were a lot alike in personality and mannerisms, hell even similar mental issues. To Professor Sharp. . . They were too alike for his own comfort. Professor Sharp always was fond of Rory, as much as it could be hard to see. He admired their hard working, no nonsense ethic that very few others their age manages to possess. Albeit he had chided them one too many times about almost falling asleep in their brews every so often. He almost saw himself in the kid, and to say the least he didn't like that

Self destructive tendencies that he knew WAY too well. After Professor Fig passed he stepped up to be their "mentor" in a sense. Mentoring them to keep helping them understand 4 extra years of Hogwarts magic they missed, as well as maybe get them off the destructive path they were going down.

Professor Weasley: Mother Figure!! Rory always highly respected and admired Professor Weasley. She was unbelievably kind to them at the first moment they met. And continued to be during the school year and even after that. Professor Weasley was just as fond or Rory as they were to her, if not more. Such a hardworking student who seemed to be prepared every step of the way. Sure she was a bit cross they had lied to her for the better part of the year about their ancient magic ability and. . . Extra Curricular activities that could have easily ended their life. But she was mainly just glad they were alright. . . She doesn't have favorites what do you mean?

Sebastian: Buddies. Ever since first day DADA, Rory and Sebastian grew to be close friends. Investigating the triptych and that damned Relic, the two had their own hate/love dynamic. There was only so much tomfoolery and idiotic statements Rory can take before having to "take a break" from Sebastians presence. . . Who doesn't need a break from that.

Natty: Platonic Soulmates, From the First day in class, to the troll attack in Hogsemead, and the many more adventures the two had go on. Natty and Rory were joined at the hip, Close as can be. Natsai was one of the only people Rory could be around and genuinely smile, Making sly jokes and Sarcastic comments back and forth at one another. One of the most powerful duo's in Hogwarts I'd reckon.

Poppy: Close friends. Poppy is more of the opposite of Rory, The sun to their moon if you would. Saving beasts from poachers, Successfully returning a dragon egg to it's mother, and befriending the Centaurus, the two grew close over the school year.

Ominis: Friendly aquaintances, besides trying to stop Sebastian from doing anything too idiotic for the most part Ominis and Rory don't talk much. The two mostly conversate in Professor Binns class, since they are sat right beside one another.

Amit: Best Friends! Amit and Rory are two buddy's who love the stars and it's wonders, when the chance arises the two can be found in the library or in the astronomy tower info-dumping about their own discoveries of the cosmos.

Garreth: Friends! Since the two are both adept in potion making, they mostly bond in potions class. Sometimes getting partnered up together for specific lessons. Thankfully for Professor Sharp, Rory manages to keep Garreth from doing anything explosive when paired together. Sure they do threaten him with a hex that would have him puking up slugs for a few days. . . But then again he has it coming.

Imelda: Rivals to Lovers. Ever since the first Flying race the two had against one another in the beginning of the year, a electrical Rivalry started. One thing Rory never did, was back down. Even so they were always impressed by Imeldas firey spirit when it came to flying, being so passionate was somehow attractive? Rory and Imelda met up every week or so to fly, Even if it wasn't on a race track they would fly along together, spitting firey yet affectionate insults at one another. On the other hand, Rory's competitive spirit and down right determination, not to mention how they could easily clap back and stand up for themself. . .it was one of the reason Imelda liked them so much, to her dismay. No no no! They were NOT apart of her future plans! She doesn't have time for them. . . Does she? No she isn't blushing. . . She has a fever! It's hot out!. . . Ughh

CREATOR/ AUTHORS NOTE! ! !

Hey all! You can call Me Razz, and this is my goofy little Hogwarts Legacy Oc! HL has been rolling around in my brain for a HOT ASS MINUTE and I've seen so many lovely people on here sharing their MC's so it's my turn lol! If you like Rory and want to see more LEMME KNOW I LOVE DRAWING THEM!!

#hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #professor sharp #professor fig #Rory Ebony #ravenclaw mc #imelda reyes #imelda reyes x f!mc

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orchideous-nox · 3 months ago

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KATIEEEE tell me about an underrated character you love I wanna hear you yap

I will always yap for you, my love < 3

I feel like I can no longer pick Evan as an underrated character because I swear half of my posts are about him/Rosekiller. Which means I also can't pick Barty. Shit. I've already yapped about Pandora and Xeno...

So here's some yapping about Marlene!

I think Marlene grew up in Manchester with a muggle mother and pure-blood father, maybe in the Salford area, and is very much that person who says "Manchester is waaaay better than London anyway" every year when they go down to get the Hogwarts Express.

Marlene has two older brothers (Damien & Carl) who are 5 and 9 years older than her and a sister (Heidi) who is 2 years younger. They grew up in a 3 bedroom house so the 2 boys and the 2 girls share until both boys have moved out and Marlene gets her own room which she says was the best day of their life (until their first kiss with Dorcas).

Weekends were spent going to Man United matches with her dad and brothers, tagging along to go to the pub with her dad where she sits by the jukebox asking people to give them a pound so they can choose a song, and as a teenager during school holidays she'd get the tram into the city centre to get some fries and a milkshake from Maccies and sit in Piccadilly Gardens. Marlene 100% would dip her fries in the milkshake.

When she went to Hogwarts, Marlene found herself questioning gender and sexuality a lot. By the start of third year they'd accepted being a lesbian but gender was still a big thing for them. At the end of third year, Marlene has developed a big fat gay crush on Dorcas but doesn't do anything about it for 2 years. At 14/15, Marlene cuts her hair short-ish and gets called a boy for the first time. It doesn't feel right but it sparks something. Marlene has always been a tomboy but begins to find joy in androgyny. It makes me very sad that Marlene didn't live to see the film Paris is Burning (1990) because I think Marlene would have loved it. I could see Marlene getting into drag and being a drag king? Stealing clothes from the boys and dressing up in the common room and singing along to whatever music is on, standing on the tables.

In a modern AU, I could see Marlene being really into Oasis and I've previously mentioned how loud and enthusiastically they sing along to Chelsea Dagger. She'd be a big Sam Fender fan and worships the ground Joan Jett and Chrissie Hynde walk on.

One day in 5th year, the library is packed with students studying for exams and there is one table that is empty enough for Marlene to be able to work at. They recognise the person sat there, a Slytherin girl who is friends with Sirius's brother. She sits down and has the need to fill the silence with awkward yapping. Somehow, she manages to charge this girl into agreeing to go to the last Hogsmeade trip together but Marlene doesn't really realise it's a date and Dorcas is lowkey pissed because Mary and Lily are there. Marlene lies and says the other two girls are going out and it's a double date and makes them go along with it. They have their first kiss on the train at the end of the school year and they write to each other over summer. Dorcas is the first person Marlene talks to about gender and its something they help each other with.

Thank you for the ask!!

#marlene mckinnon #marlene mckinnon headcanons #she/they marlene #dorcas x marlene #marlene x dorcas #gryffindor #marauders #hp marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards from the 70s #marauders headcanon #marauders hc #the valkyries #marauders fandom

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fanfic-lover-girl · 1 year ago

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Do Draco Fans Really Love Draco?

I read a Quora post last year when I was still new to HP where the user did an AO3 fic analysis and pointed to the number of fanfics to prove how much Draco's fans love him and how overrated he is.

But I think all these fanfics prove how misunderstood Draco is as a character. You see all these fics where:

his parents are abusive

he was an angel all along and it's his parents' fault why he's mean

he becomes all hot and bothered like a fanboy for Harry as soon as Harry shows him some sort of decency

Draco is basically Ron but rich and blonde

he is basically male Ginny but rich and blonde

he simps for Hermione and thinks she is the most beautiful girl in the school (as if!)

his redemption fics have all his mean moments transplanted on another character (eg. Blaise, Theo, Vincent, Gregory or some random male OC) to make him look better

he acts all girly

he's a loner and no one understands him

he's self-conscious or has low self-esteem

he takes all the blame for his bad relationship with the trio like the golden trio were saints who never hurt him too and basically kisses their butts to repent

he's a mini Voldemort in training

he's a manwhore

befriending the golden trio is the only way for him to have a better life

befriending/dating someone in the golden trio is part of his redemption arc

he and Hermione are bestie study buddies

he and Harry use the sectumsempra scars as a romantic/sexual bonding moment

he renounces his pureblood supremacy beliefs faster than a Thanos snap

Astoria is the only reason he changed like he was not traumatized by an awful war

he can't fight or he's weak/pathetic etc...

Draco is not a poor misunderstood, abused baby or a demon child, baby Hitler. He's a normal boy who grew up with bigoted views. He has a loving family. He likes making impressions and being a class clown. He calls out Harry's show-off behaviour when no one else will. He tells things as it is when he calls out Hagrid for being an atrocious teacher and Hogwarts being a dumpster fire school. He likes girls and goes on to have a nice family. He repeatedly warns the golden trio about the approaching DEs and tells them to leave the area while being a complete jerk and laughing at the possibility of Hermione being attacked at the same time. He's not a wimp and can land blows in fights. He can be overly dramatic. He can be stoic in the face of humiliation/abuse. He's creative and artistic. He's a spoiled heir of a rich family who's confident and knows his worth. He's classist. He bit off more than he could chew when he became a DE. He has been group assaulted multiple times by his peers, more than what his rude behaviour deserved. He holds grudges against people who offend him. He seems to have good chemistry with his house. The golden trio accuse him of crimes we never see evidence of while being hypocrites and doing the same behaviour themselves (eg. Hermione accusing Draco of bullying first years as a prefect then she and Ron proceed to bully first years multiple times as prefects). He never truly shined because his author hated him.

I just want Draco content where he is portrayed fairly. Interesting fics without Drarry would be great too. Lord knows Drarry and Dramione are major culprits in this warping of poor Draco's character. Fanon Draco can be fun too but so many times it just feels like an OC with Draco's face on it.

I wish Draco could have more of the same kind of great self-actualization fics that Severus Snape has where he is allowed to be his best self without gay romance involved or where the romance is a background thing or where the golden trio are not involved. Just him vibing with other Slytherins and forgetting the golden trio even exists. I have enjoyed many amazing Draco fics but now that I have come to understand book!Draco more, a lot of them make me feel kind of unsatisfied and hollow now.

#draco malfoy #pro draco malfoy #anti golden trio #just to be safe #drarry critical #fanon draco malfoy #canon draco malfoy #canon draco malfoy >>> fanon draco malfoy #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy deserves better #harry potter series #harry potter movies #harry potter books #dramione critical #i used to love drarry but not anymore #jkr wasted draco's character #hp fandom overly demonizes draco #jkr critical #Draco's characterization in Dramione is annoying #why do people constantly have the golden trio drive Draco's redemption when these kids don't give a damn about Draco?#And Draco does not like them for reasons beyond his pure blood believes?#It's almost like Zuko joining the Gaang without his previous positive scenes with Aang in S1 & S2 and Katara in S2 #why would Draco join the so called light side when its members have treated him like trash before they even got to know him properly?#harry potter fandom #malfoy family

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jazlynriddle · 2 months ago

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Welcome to your life - Pt 1:

Everybody Wants To Rule THEIR World Ch 5:

Summary:

"You need only close your eyes to it and be happy and safe with us."

The Keeper (player) has already secured the repository and Sebastian's loyalty, emboldening his descent into darkness. Now, they just need to win over Ominis, cure Anne, and create a domain to call their own.

And not necessarily in that order.

The Keeper's tale, a post-game story of a morally-grey, pragmatic, Chaotic Neutral, non-binary, muggleborn, orphan player character, so burned by 1800s orphanages, that they became a power hoarder who demands more payment for quests, burns paintings but doesn't want to rule the world, just their own territory and the two boys who'd caught their eye.

Warnings: This chapter contains smut!

Sebastian x MC x Ominis! Spoilers! Dark content! Slow-burn canon-compilant corruption! Fucked up 1800s orphanages! MC has no love for Anne or Solomon! Dubious happy ending (it's happy for MC, Seb and Ominis at least)

You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)

Notes:

Warnings: Smut! Handjob! Oral Sex!

Hope it doesn't disappoint ;P

FYI: For those not too familiar with British lingo, the term "snog" and its derivative "snogging", refer to deep/heavy kisses or "making out".

Also, I drew art for this chapter and added it to the bottom of said chapter xD

You can also view it in HD for free on my Patreon page!

Sebastian hummed thoughtfully as he flipped through Blood is Key in-Wards, glancing occasionally at the opened Magical Castles of Caste and Keeps that keep Kempt beside it, cross referencing some of the information linked between the books.

Sadly, there wasn’t a book on Dark Magic in the pile he was going through, but they were definitely still fascinating, nonetheless.

Ominis was out chasing a lead on Anne's whereabouts and their Keeper friend was busy surveying a ruin site he'd marked on their map as a potential plot for their fortress.

Sebastian could still barely believe they were planning to build an actual magical fortress. Perhaps not one large enough to rival Hogwarts but they were certainly going to try to make it as powerful.

And this one would have defences against an attack from underground.

Thus, Sebastian was studying the design of magical fortresses rather than studying for his OWLs over the weekend. The three of them would probably need to take the next weekend off from their project, to focus on schoolwork or they might not even make it to graduation.

One might wonder why books like the ones he was reading were in the restricted section. The reason being that several of the ruins in the books on castles and keeps, used blood wards and the book on that subject was very thorough, including detailed instructions on how blood key wards were cast and set.

Most branches of blood magic were illegal, however even the ones that were legal were still very effective. They were the same protections Gringotts used on most of their House vaults to verify the lineage of those entering the vault. They could probably request that the goblins set the wards that were legal on their fortress, but the illegal ones they’d have to set on their own.

The other two books they'd stolen, Ley Lines Literacy and Magical Monolith Materials, went into detailed methods of making residences unplottable and other protective designs, discussing the merits of building on specific ley lines and using building materials that naturally dampened trace magics.

The books they’d pilfered were exactly what they needed, they were incredibly extensive and unfortunately, way over Sebastian's head. He could feel a headache building just from trying to understand half of the words being used, let alone the diagrams.

"I smell smoke, is that your brain by any chance, Sebastian?" Ominis' dry tones came accompanied by the sound of the Undercroft's metal grates rising.

"Urgh, if it'd help me understand half of these runes, I'd gladly set my brain to boil." Sebastian sighed, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly.

Ominis chuckled, the pleasant sound soothing to Sebastian's strained mind. His best friend's mood had been delightfully light since they'd gotten him to agree to their plan.

The Keeper was right as always, as long as they weren't endangering themselves, or reminding him that they were going to be experimenting on people eventually, Ominis was happy to help them move their plans forward.

If anything, the thought of all his most treasured people safely living in a highly secured fortress was probably wonderful to Ominis.

In fact, Ominis had been heading the search for Anne since he was the least likely to send her running at the sight of him. He would have the best chance of convincing her to at least hear them out. The rest would be left to Sebastian and the Keeper.

"Any luck on your end?" Sebastian asked as Ominis sat down next to him on the bench, Sebastian taking the opportunity to flop over sideways to rest his aching head on Ominis' lap and prop his legs up along the bench.

“What, besides asking someone if they’d seen Anne and accidentally presenting them with a blank paper, which I then had to flip over to actually display Anne’s face?” Ominis asked drily.

Sebastian choked back a laugh at the mental image, spending the next few minutes jolting in place in an attempt to, well, be considerate for Ominis. Though he doubted his attempts had been very effective.

Ominis rolled his eyes and sighed, running his fingers idly through Sebastian's brown wavy locks. "Unfortunately, I’m afraid it was another bust, I suppose her having moved only a few towns away was too much to hope for."

Sebastian kissed his teeth in annoyance, where on earth had she gone? Did she really need to get away from him that much? Even though Anne had said she still loved him in her letter, the thought that she would go to such lengths to hide from him stung terribly and he'd found himself doubting the sincerity of her written words.

He closed his eyes, allowing the rhythmic movements of Ominis' slender fingers to soothe the ache in his chest.

Anne aside, the last three months had been some of the best months Sebastian had ever had in his entire life. Sure, there weren’t as many exciting blood pumping battles as he'd like, seeing as most of the goblin and Ashwinder camps in the Highlands had scattered, but it'd been the first time all three of them truly worked together since the Scriptorium.

Only better, without the anxiety of Dark Magic hanging over Ominis' head, the three of them were free to brainstorm on the design of the fortress. What rooms did they want? How many wash closets would be on each floor? Heck, how many floors did they want?

The possibilities were endless, and it'd been some of the most fun any of them had had in years. Sebastian kept finding himself surprised at how well they worked together, the Keeper's rational logic balancing out Sebastian's energy and Ominis' dry wit as they worked towards their goal.

If this was a sneak preview of their life together after graduation, then he couldn’t wait to get out of school. Then they could focus on working together to make their fortress self-sustaining without worrying about school schedules and exams. It almost felt like what he'd imagined it'd be like, planning a home to live in after having wed.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to keep searching and get the fortress ready for her." Sebastian sighed.

"...I'm still not sure she'd agree to join us, even if we don't tell her about…you know." Ominis murmured.

Sebastian cracked an eyelid open at that, reaching up to gently place a hand against Ominis' cheek, pleased when his best friend merely leaned into it.

"Don't worry so much, we'll convince her, I'm sure of it." Sebastian consoled him, there was no need to worry Ominis further by telling him that the Keeper and Sebastian were ready to force her to join them if necessary.

Perhaps by the time they found her, they'd already have the fortress and maybe even the cure ready.

"If you guys were going to snog, the least you could do is wait for me to return so I could watch." The Keeper's cheeky snark disrupted his thoughts as they stepped through the Undercroft gates.

"Didn't realise you had such interests." Ominis shot back with a small smirk.

"Just for the two of you, definitely don't want to see anyone else making out, gross." The Keeper wrinkled their nose in disgust as they sat on the edge of the table.

"I don't mind, do you?" Sebastian shrugged, half joking as he trailed his fingers down Ominis' cheek. He felt the other boy shiver and was surprised to see and feel the skin, under the pads of his fingers, heat up.

Oh.

"Ho." The Keeper seemed to have noticed it too.

"Y- you shouldn't make jokes like that, Sebastian!" Ominis immediately shifted as though to move off the bench, but Sebastian quickly grabbed the front of Ominis' robes, holding him in place, causing Ominis to place a hand on Sebastian’s chest for balance.

"And if I wasn't joking?" Sebastian asked, his voice serious. He remembered vividly, the feeling of wrapping his arms around his best friend, holding Ominis between himself and the Keeper.

At the time he'd told himself that it was a hug to comfort Ominis. Any feelings in his heart were surely platonic love for his best friend. Yet he’d already lost count of how many times he'd woken up in the morning with damp pyjamas and a vague impression of that memory.

The rush of adrenaline that had heated his veins as he made eye contact with the Keeper over Ominis' shoulder, the strange prickle across his own skin as the Keeper brushed their lips against Ominis' nape.

He'd been unsure what to do with these feelings, especially in light of the moment he'd shared with the Keeper on the couch afterwards. Did he want the Keeper, or did he want his best friend, or did he want them both? Was any of that even worth thinking about if it wasn't reciprocated?

So, he'd buried his feelings, but now at the way Ominis was behaving and the Keeper's words. Perhaps there was a chance?

"If it makes any difference, I was actually being serious too." The Keeper piped in helpfully. Well, at least that was now confirmed.

"Surely you can't be-" Ominis' face flushed further, the fetching red standing out on his pale cheekbones, the pupils of his sightless eyes dilating and painting an unintentionally sensual feast for the eyes.

Sebastian swallowed, he'd never allowed himself to think too much about how attractive his best friend was but he’d never stopped looking.

Homosexuality wasn't frowned upon in the wizarding world by any means, but he hadn't wanted to risk their friendship when he'd seen no indication that his friend was attracted to him, and then there was the whole Anne thing that completely destroyed any levity he'd had to spare chasing romantic thoughts.

Yet here they were, with both the people he'd come to care about most, one having already confirmed a sexual attraction and the other showing all the physical signs of it.

"I'm pretty confident that we are." The Keeper smirked suggestively, getting off the table to stand behind Ominis, leaning down to whisper into his ear. "So, the only question that remains is… what do you want to do, Ominis?"

Sebastian watched as Ominis shuddered, his long fingers fisting in Sebastian's shirt as a stifled gasp slipped from Ominis' throat, the tendons on his neck tightening, bringing his elegant collar bones into stark definition.

"I-" Ominis began, his words choking in his throat as the Keeper trailed their lips down along that slender neck, leaving light butterfly kisses across his beauty marks.

Sweet Merlin was that the most alluring sight Sebastian had ever seen, far better than anything his fever dreams could conjure. He licked his lips, feeling the heat in his chest rise exponentially when the Keeper looked up, their eyes pinning his with a mischievous, almost challenging, glint.

He knew that look, it was the same expression the Keeper would wear when they tackled a difficult enemy together, one using accio then using a diffindo, right before the other pulled the enemy back into range for an incendio.

Sebastian swallowed again, pushing his nerves aside and sitting up, Ominis gasped at the movement, his hand braced against Sebastian's chest meant that he inadvertently got pushed back against the Keeper's torso.

Sebastian reached a hand forward to cup Ominis' cheek, his heart pounding in his ears and his stomach in knots. He wondered if Ominis could feel how fast his heart was beating.

"If you don't want this, just push me away." Sebastian murmured, the Keeper taking the cue to draw back from Ominis' nape, giving him the room to think.

Sebastian held still before Ominis, feeling his fingers clench and release against Sebastian's chest.

The silent moment stretched on for what felt like an eternity, before Ominis' hand finally settled into a fist, wrapping itself in Sebastian's shirt.

Well, it would be flat if Ominis wanted to push him away. So, taking that as an acceptance, Sebastian shifted to straddle his lap, before inching closer to him, moving slowly, in case Ominis changed his mind.

Sebastian paused a hair's breadth away, giving Ominis one last chance to escape.

Surprised when Ominis released a small whimper and a shaky breath. "Sebastian-"

The haze in Ominis' eyes, the strain in his voice and the way Ominis spoke his name with such need sent sizzles up Sebastian's spine and tightened his chest.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Closing the gap, he moved his hand to cup the base of Ominis' head and pressed their lips together. The muffled sound Ominis made was absolutely delicious. Sebastian wondered what he had to do to get Ominis to make it again.

Sebastian moved his lips tentatively, eyes closing in focus as he tried to mimic what he'd read before. He'd read adult books but that was about as far as his experience went. After Anne was cursed, he hadn't the time nor inclination to explore. At least he knew that Ominis was equally inexperienced, he wasn’t too sure about the Keeper, perhaps he'd ask later.

Tilting his head for a better angle, Sebastian was surprised at how soft Ominis' lips felt against his own. Feeling a spark of delight when Ominis pressed back against him hesitantly, trying to follow his movements, the two of them exploring and learning each other in ways they never had up till this point.

"God, that's even hotter than I imagined." The Keeper breathed, Sebastian didn't bother to pause his exploratory adventure but cracked one eye open to peer curiously at the Keeper.

Flashing another suggestive grin, the Keeper dipped their head down and pressed their lips against Ominis' throat again, this time leaving open mouth kisses along his nape, taking their time to nip and suck, causing Ominis to gasp and make that delightful sound again.

As Ominis' lips parted for his gasp to emerge, his tongue lightly touched Sebastian's lip, raising goosebumps across Sebastian's arms as his eye slipped closed again. Curious to feel that sensation once more, Sebastian parted his own lips and dragged his tongue lightly across Ominis' lower lip.

The shudders that shook Ominis were wonderful to feel, and Sebastian immediately did it again, this time slipping between Ominis' lips slightly to touch the tips of their tongues together, mesmerised by the new sensation. Eagerly swallowing every tantalizing sound that escaped Ominis' throat as Sebastian threaded his fingers through his hair.

Time ceased to have meaning as they explored each other, their kiss growing hungrier with every movement. The lewd sound of the Keeper suckling on Ominis' skin swirling in his ears, stroking the ever-growing need in Sebastian's chest, a need for more.

Sebastian was distantly aware of Ominis' hand splaying open against his chest, no longer gripping his shirt but feeling instead.

A surprised moan left Sebastian's throat, his eyes opening as Ominis' fingers brushed against a nipple under his shirt, sending shocks of lightning up his spine. Ominis froze and Sebastian immediately felt embarrassed, when did those become so sensitive!?

The next moment, he felt Ominis fingers brush across it, more purposefully this time. Sebastian tried to swallow the reaction, but a strained sound still left his throat. He could feel Ominis' lips curl up against his own.

"Heh, that was a nice sound."

At the Keeper's voice, Sebastian leaned back, breathing heavily as he separated his lips from Ominis' with an indecently wet noise. Sebastian glared at the Keeper for the teasing tone in their voice, before noticing the line of hickeys trailing down Ominis' neck, his shirt partially opened to allow the marks to trail down to Ominis' collarbone.

Sebastian felt his throat go dry, surprised to feel satisfied by the sight, as though he had marked Ominis himself. His dishevelled state was also quite fetching, with his clothing askew and Ominis' usually neatly combed back blond hair now hanging around his face, framing his pale eyes, giving him an almost ethereal and seductive atmosphere.

"I have to agree…" Ominis voice was husky and breathy, unlike how Sebastian had ever heard him before, his tone and words causing Sebastian to flush deeply in embarrassment.

The Keeper flashed a lecherous smirk, reaching forward to cup the back of Sebastian's neck, the same way he'd held Ominis before, tugging him closer to crash their lips together.

Where kissing Ominis had been a slow exploratory adventure that Sebastian had led, he quickly found that kissing the Keeper was more like being devoured.

The Keeper's lips were confident against Sebastian's, nipping at his lower lip and drawing out sounds he'd never thought he'd make. Their tongue ran along his upper lip, drawing a gasp before taking advantage of the opening to dart between his lips, touching their tongues together for brief flashes and then withdrawing before Sebastian could get his bearings.

"Merlin, Sebastian…" Ominis murmured, wonder and arousal thick in his voice.

His words immediately reminded Sebastian that Ominis' head was literally right beneath where the Keeper was basically fucking Sebastian's mouth, and Ominis could probably hear everything in explicit detail.

Strangely enough that realisation only made Sebastian release his dirtiest moan yet, his chest burning with need. His hands grasped at the Keeper's upper arms desperately, heat pooling in his groin, as he felt Ominis hands exploring his torso.

Deft fingers quickly undid Sebastian's vest and then his shirt buttons, exposing Sebastian's upper body for Ominis to explore and 'see'. Curious fingers trailed along his skin, tickling him at times, though the Keeper never let him stay distracted for long.

Naturally, Ominis quickly gained a fascination with Sebastian’s annoyingly sensitive nipples and with every rub and light pinch Sebastian could feel the tightness in his pants grow increasingly unbearable.

Seeming to sense Sebastian's building impatience, the Keeper pulled away, giving his swollen lip one last lick in parting. Leaving him gasping for air and painfully aroused while they shifted down to his jaw.

"Want to help him out?" The Keeper murmured against Sebastian's throat as they began to leave a similar trail of hickeys down his neck too.

Now Sebastian understood why Ominis was moaning so much before. He pressed a hand to his mouth to muffle the embarrassing sounds, at the pinch of teeth against his skin, the warmth and wetness of the Keeper's tongue dragging over the same spot repeatedly.

With all the distractions it took Sebastian a few moments to register what the Keeper had said and who they'd said it to.

About as much time as it took Ominis to start unbuckling his belt.

"O- Ominis!?" Sebastian would later be very embarrassed by how high his voice went the moment he realised what Ominis was doing.

Ominis chuckled, clearly enjoying having the upper hand now. The little prick, Sebastian grumbled internally, unable to string a proper sentence together if his life depended on it. Especially when Ominis palmed his heretofore ignored hardness and tugged it free from his underwear.

Yeap, his hand definitely didn't muffle that one at all, not in the slightest. In his defence, while Sebastian had seen Ominis naked before, living together as young boys, he had never been touched there by anyone else before.

Sebastian could feel Ominis running his hands over his erection curiously, 'seeing' another male's genitals for the first time. Every one of Ominis' movements felt like pure torture, unfurling his foreskin painfully slowly, especially when the Keeper began to play with Sebastian's chest as they marked his collarbones.

It took every ounce of willpower Sebastian had to stop himself from begging Ominis to please get on with it, it's just a regular coc-

"Fuck-" Sebastian gasped out as Ominis ran a thumb over the head, catching the small drop of pre-cum that had gathered in his tip, using it as lubricant to stroke his thumb across the sensitive pink flesh.

Glancing down treated Sebastian to the lovely view of Ominis' beautiful features scrunched up adorably in focus. Slender fingers of one hand wrapped around his length while the other drifted down to drag over his balls and knead the flesh just past them, sending shocks of electricity through his body.

Sebastian couldn’t stop himself from gasping and moaning if he tried. Every rhythmic stroke of Ominis' warm hands felt like fire licking up Sebastian's spine to curl in ecstasy at the base of his skull. He felt his legs tremble, not having enough room to allow his hips to thrust like they clearly wanted to, forced to cling to the Keeper for stability.

"Sebastian, does it feel good?" Ominis asked, the curl of his lips telling the Keeper that Ominis knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it. They smothered their amusement, focusing on their mission of marking Sebastian thoroughly.

It took Sebastian a minute to understand Ominis words, the feeling of the Keeper dragging their tongue over the raw skin they'd just nibbled repeatedly, while they squeezed and tugged at his nipples intermittently, was driving him mad.

The sound of Ominis voice amidst the sensations of his best friend's hands stroking him was making his head swim. This was Ominis, Ominis giving him pleasure, the one who'd always been there for him, who hadn't given up on him even after all the hurt he'd caused, now here, asking as though his pleasure was all that mattered.

He had to respond, had to tell him how he felt, Sebastian gasped, trying his best to control himself enough to speak. "Y-yeah, it- feels good Omi-”

And of course, Ominis chose that moment to stroke him faster and squeeze harder, making Sebastian choke on his words, pleasure pulsing through his veins like liquid fire. Sebastian could feel the pressure building as the heat became unbearable. Merlin, he both loved and hated Ominis.

In a scant few seconds, Sebastian's mind went white with euphoria, shuddering as pure bliss surged through his body, cumming harder than he had in his entire life thus far.

Feeling the muscles in Sebastian's legs and abdomen contract spasmodically, Ominis quickly cupped a hand over him to catch the spend, continuing to stroke Sebastian through his orgasm, dragging his ecstasy out.

After a moment, Sebastian whined softly as the haze of pleasure cleared. His frien- lover’s? movements starting to hurt as he became oversensitive.

Sebastian felt the Keeper pull away from his throat, slumping bonelessly against the Keeper's supportive frame as Ominis released him, panting heavily as his body trembled with residual tingles of pleasure.

"Jesus, Sebastian… if only you could see how he looks, Ominis." The Keeper breathed, gazing at Sebastian, they'd known he would look gorgeous taken apart, but Sebastian was certainly surpassing expectations, as always.

"Tell me." Ominis' voice was equally breathy, tinged with yearning.

Sebastian's sluggish brain took a few seconds to catch up and the moment it did, he was very sure he was about to die from embarrassment.

"He's beautiful, adorable freckles highlighted in a gorgeous bloom of passion, the flush of heat spreading across his nose, to his ears, over his neck and down his chest-"

Sebastian really really wanted to beg the Keeper to stop because he was sure he'd never been this embarrassed in his life before, but the expression on Ominis' face stopped him.

He looked enraptured, the flush on his cheeks deepening with every word, as though he was picturing Sebastian exactly as described and was enjoying the mental image. Sebastian just couldn't take that from him, so he remained silent and simply endured it.

"-His lips swollen from our efforts, the pupils of his warm eyes blown wide and hazed over with pleasure, his throat littered with markings all the way from his jaw to his collarbones, his pert nipples flushed and tight."

Sebastian felt flustered, shyness warring with pleasure. Did he really look like that to the Keeper? Did Ominis really want to see him like that so much? A bloom of pride spread through his chest.

To Sebastian's surprise, right as the Keeper finished his description, Ominis whimpered, pressing his clean hand to his own pants, and then brought his cum covered hand up.

And licked it.

Merlin's balls, Sebastian had been pretty sure he was wiped but that was a sight worth getting going again for. The Keeper chuckled at the resurgence of arousal on Sebastian's expression.

"Doubt you'll be ready to go again for at least an hour, how about you accompany Ominis while I help him out." The Keeper smirked, supporting Sebastian's noodle legs in moving to sit properly on the bench, even helping him tuck his softened length back into his pants with practised ease.

The Keeper cast a quick scourgify on Ominis' hand, before using a low powered depulso to move the table out of the way and leaning forward to capture Ominis' lips, tasting Sebastian on his tongue. They took their time with him, lapping at the inside of his mouth and coaxing Ominis into exploring their own.

"Why are you so much gentler with him?" Sebastian complained, raising an eyebrow in bewilderment.

The Keeper smirked as they pulled away from Ominis to reply. "Why? Was I too rough for you?"

"No! I can handle it." Sebastian shot back immediately without thinking, making both Ominis and the Keeper laugh.

"Then what's the problem?" The Keeper grinned with pseudo-innocence.

Sebastian groaned when he realised what he'd just gotten tricked into saying, rolling his eyes and tugging Ominis over by the lapels to take his frustration out on the other boy's mouth. Which Ominis certainly wasn’t protesting, if the way his lips curled against his own were any indication.

It was so easy to get lost in Ominis, the both of them trying to find their own pace, exploring this new wonderful thing, learning what got a good reaction out of Ominis and what made himself feel good.

It was somehow different from kissing the Keeper. It almost felt like they were accustomed to all this. Sebastian felt like there was something unsettling about this, but the thought was quickly dislodged from his brain when Ominis moaned loudly into his mouth, slender fingers tightening around Sebastian's forearms.

Pulling back and glancing down, Sebastian realised what had gotten that reaction.

The Keeper.

Was on their knees.

With their lips wrapped around Ominis' length.

It was absolutely the most erotic image Sebastian had ever seen.

It got even more wonderfully obscene when the Keeper looked up, met Sebastian's eyes, and sank down all the way to the base, and that was saying something, since neither he nor Ominis were considered small.

Sebastian watched with fascination as Ominis' eyes swam with ecstasy, lips parted to release absolutely filthy moans of delight, his body trembling with pleasure. The Keeper's head bobbed up and down, occasionally stopping to lap at the crown, and Sebastian caught a glimpse of their teeth grazing Ominis, making his breath catch and shudder.

Ominis seemed to be having a hard time figuring out what to do with his hands, specifically the one hovering in place over the Keeper's hair. Clearly fighting the urge to place a hand on the Keeper's head to hold them in place.

The Keeper appeared to guess Ominis' concerns because they pulled back, letting his length slip from their hot wet mouth, to Ominis' despair, based on his expression. They gave him a few laps to the head that made Ominis jolt and tremble, as they caught the excess fluid on their tongue.

"It's fine if you want to control the pace, unlike Sebastian, I can actually handle it." The Keeper smirked cockily.

"Hey!" Sebastian protested.

Ominis however, frowned. The Keeper seemed to take this as hesitation because they guided Ominis to stand, bracing one of his hands on the edge of the table and guiding the other to thread through their hair.

Not giving Ominis time to protest before the Keeper began swallowing Ominis whole again, now facing upwards, encouraging Ominis to thrust downwards into their straightened throat.

Despite his concerns, the experience was clearly too overwhelming because Ominis didn't manage to remove his hand or stop once the Keeper had him in their mouth again.

Sebastian could tell that Ominis was trying to be gentle, but Sebastian was more enraptured with how bloody sexy it was, watching Ominis unable to resist the urge to hold the Keeper's head in place, and quite literally fuck their mouth.

Every thrust pushed so deep into the Keeper’s throat that Sebastian could see the bulge that was the tip of Ominis' erection stretching their skin. The sounds were beyond lewd as well, and all of these were clearly getting to Ominis as he was already having difficulty controlling his hips and after only a few moments, he was struggling to hold still.

"I- I'm going to-" Ominis gasped out, moving to try and pull out but the Keeper gripped his hips to stop him.

"I think they want you to cum down their throat." Sebastian supplied helpfully, his mind sizzling at the thought. Sweet Merlin he was never going to need wank material for the rest of his life.

Ominis clearly felt the same because those words were enough to tip him over the edge with an absolutely pornographic moan, and Sebastian felt like he might have just dry orgasmed himself, because his brain was definitely doing something in response to watching the Keeper swallowing around the bulge deep in their throat.

Ominis panted heavily, slumping against the hand braced against the table and Sebastian quickly got up to catch him, while the Keeper slipped the softened member from their lips and tucked it back into Ominis' pants.

Now that Sebastian was seeing it rather than experiencing it, the unease from before returned in full force. That was too smooth. The motion, too practised and mechanical, like a bartender wiping down a table at work.

Ominis, naturally, felt Sebastian tense up and murmured quietly. "You've noticed too?"

"...yeah." Sebastian replied as he and Ominis sat down on the bench.

The Keeper stood, rubbing their knees to soothe the ache from kneeling on the cold hard floor. Before they turned to the boys with a proud smirk that quickly fell at the sight of both their, no doubt, unsettled expressions.

"Don't tell me that wasn't good." The Keeper forced a grin that was painfully paper-thin, their voice slightly hoarse.

Ominis quickly spoke to reassure them. "No, it's not that, it was honestly amazing, it's just- I think we need to talk."

The Keeper frowned, seemingly confused before shrugging and using their wand to move the table back to its original position and sat down on the bench on the other side of the table. They brushed the back of their hand over their chin, pulling a vial of wiggenweld from their pocket and taking a sip to ease their throat.

"Wait, we haven't- don't you need to, well-" Ominis stumbled over the words, so Sebastian decided to help.

"Don't you need to cum too?" Sebastian was, admittedly, a bit concerned that perhaps the Keeper hadn't enjoyed that as much as he and Ominis had.

The Keeper blinked in confusion for a moment before huffing out a short laugh as they tucked away the vial. "Ah, right, forgot about that, it's fine I'm used to it, we can talk first."

Notes:

You can also view it in HD for free on my Patreon page!

(This art is from like, a year ago when I still hadn't quite figured out how to draw Ominis' hair right, so forgive the attempt xD)

I'm not gonna lie, when I started writing this, I was thinking that Ominis was going to be a soft bottom but Sebastian ended up being the bottom this round haha

Don't look at me, the characters do whatever they want to do, all I do is write it down xD

Anyway, hope that the porn was good x3 and sorry for the cliffhanger!

As you can probably tell, the next chapter is going to be pretty dark and heavy, brace yourself for it-

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Anima Nera - Severus Snape x OC - Chapter 3 - The Preamble

New to Sev's journey? Chapter 1.

Anima Nera - Severus Snape x OC - Chapter 3 - The Preamble

Summary: Suzy's first day as a Professor is coming up, and she's nervous about her new role. And wait... is that Amos Warrington?

Warnings: Some cursing, I guess.

Author’s note: I've been studying Sev's character extensively; I hope I'll do him justice. Enjoy 🥰🥰.

‘The scariest moment is always just before you start.’

-Tanmay Vora

September, 1990

As it turned out, consulting the former History of Magic teacher had been a waste of time. While Suzy had patiently waited for Professor Binns’ return, Hel's endurance—or patience—had evaporated in a minute or two: the little dragon had felt more than ready to explore her new surroundings, which her stupid human strictly forbade her to do. ‘Good manners go a long way, Helena,’ Suzy had told her draconic friend. ‘Professor Binns will return in no time, you’ll see.’

Another ten minutes passed by, in which Professor Binns still did not show and Hel became unmanagable. They had inspected the classroom thrice, circling the filing cabinet that stood in a small alclove in the back of the classroom and wondering what kind of secrets it was hiding. ‘Fine,’ Suzy finally murmured, setting Hel free. ‘We’re taking matters in our own hands.’

Their inquisitiveness turned out to be successful, for they retrieved a stack of papers that looked promising. Suzy—feeling a bit guilty—tried to ask her predecessor’s permission to take the loot they had found, knocking thrice on the door of his private quarters, but to no avail. Defeated, Suzy bade the empty classroom farewell and left for her own quarters. It seemed she was going to have to rely on herself for this.

And that was what she did. In the next two weeks, Suzy had dedicated herself to the task completely: she spent most of her days planning and preparing in her classroom, often forgetting to eat; it was a good thing that Hogwarts came with dozens of attentive house-elves and a few kind colleagues who had checked in on her. The lesson plans for the fifth and seventh year students had been fairly easy to complete, for the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. program papers she had snatched from the filing cabinet—it was scandalous enough she had to resort to snooping through a colleague’s possessions, but what was a girl to do?—had granted Suzy a good sense of what was expected of her students. The other classes, however, had been more of a challenge; Suzy had no idea how to motivate a bunch of unruly teenagers. She had asked her new colleagues about their strategies, finding the answers to be as diverse as their personalities. Some of them, like Professor Kettleburn and Professor Sprout— ‘call me Pomona, dear’ —were so passionate about the subject they taught that it was bound to rub off on most of their students; a natural consequence of having a gifted mentor. Others, like Madame Hooch and Professor McGonagall, weren’t as exuberant—their love for their work was to be found in the serious, strict manner they taught their subject. Lastly, the likes of Professor Binns and Professor Trelawney were simply too engrossed in their own worlds to worry about the classes that needed to be taught—somehow an approach as theirs was sufficient enough, albeit it wasn’t as productive as others. Though there was no right way to teach, Suzy kind of wished there was. She had no idea where to start, or how to develop her own style—a creed uttered by most of her colleagues.

Suzy heaved a weary sigh and turned to her other side—her usually comfortable beddings suffocating her. The world outside her quarters was dark and quiet, the rest of the staff vast asleep in their beds; yet Suzy’s thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. The first term was to start today, which meant hundreds of students were going to arrive at Hogwarts. What if she sucked at teaching, if she failed to connect to her students? What if Hel—or Suzy herself—brought anyone in danger? And Amos, it had been ages since she had seen him… What if he hated her guts? And what if he didn’t? And Severus… What if she and her big mouth had crossed a line, what if he truly despised her? Or worse, what if he remembered the night they had shared together—no, she shouldn’t think about him . She had better things to do, she still had to check the sixth year’s exam questions she had planned for the last term—

Ugh! Suzy groaned before settling her attention on Hel—the little dragon vast asleep. Hel purred—probably dreaming of catching herself a juicy bug of some sort—and despite everything, Suzy smiled. At least someone was getting their well deserved rest.

A small shiver went through her foot and up her leg. Suzy sat up and patiently rubbed the sting that followed away. After the worst had passed, she threw the covers aside and rose from the bed. Once again, sleep was overrated; her body was reacting to the mental strain she had put herself under. It probably was for the best to wake Hel for a stroll through the castle before anything happened. Suzy waddled through the darkened room—picking up her black silk dressing gown with burgundy dragons sewn upon it from a chair—and roamed through her drawer in search of a fresh pair of socks.

After she had assembled herself together—wearing a silk tank top and shorts in a blush color as pajamas, her favorite black dressing gown and her dark gray loafers—Suzy recovered her wand from its usual hiding place and cast a Lumos charm against the ceiling. Hel hissed at the sudden burst of light in her face, covering her snout with her blanket.

‘Goodmorning my lady,’ Suzy greeted her small companion. ‘I know it’s early, but I can’t sleep, so I’m going to take a walk through the castle.’ Hel growled, disappearing under her blanket; she even withdrew her tail, which meant she was very dissatisfied with her current circumstances. ‘You can stay in if you like,’ Suzy offered, though they both knew Hel had severe abandonment issues—whenever Suzy tried to leave her alone for a few minutes, the little dragon would start screeching on the top of her lungs—only stopping when her human returned; the true delight during bathroom breaks. ‘But we both know what happens if you do,’ Suzy added. ‘I’m sure we’ll find you a midnight snack, okay?’

Despite the fact that Suzy had heard Severus Snape leave and enter his quarters multiple times a day, they hadn’t seen more than glimpses of each other since their last discussion—and the stalemate that had followed. Severus probably desired some form of an apology and that was precisely what Suzy refused to give him; he was going to have to offer her an apology of his own if he ever wished to hear her do the same.

But tonight, the door of his domain was firmly shut; the quarters behind it quiet, allowing Suzy to pass them with a certain sense of relief. Surely Professor Dark and Broody was resting in his bed at this ungodly hour, like a—relatively—normal human being.

‘Do you think he sleeps upside down?’ Suzy asked Hel as they climbed the stairs together. ‘Since he’s an awful bat and all.’ Hel didn’t deign her with a reply, probably fed up with her human reverting to the uninteresting topic of Severus Snape all the time. There was no need to discuss his characteristics any further than they already had, but Suzy somehow never got bored thinking or talking about her nemesis.

Aside from the occasional squeak from Hel when she discovered a potential snack, the pair wandered through the castle in silence and made it to the clocktower courtyard. Suzy sat down at the antique well and admired the eagle statues in the graceful light of the moon. The temperature was pleasant out here, the light breeze of wind playing with her curls and contrasting wonderfully with the cool stone she was sitting on. Comfortably hiding behind her human's curls, Hel purred, equally satisfied with their final destination. ‘Do you fancy a mosquito?’ Suzy whispered as she spotted an army of the nasty insects swarming on the other side of the courtyard. ‘There’s plenty of them.’

Hel squeaked, all drowsiness gone at the mention of another snack, and took off faster than Suzy could say ‘You’re welcome’ . Suzy heaved a sigh and settled in her seat. Hel thoroughly enjoyed terrorizing bugs, so it was likely this was going to take awhile. If anything, Suzy was grateful for the distraction: watching her draconic companion nosediving through the swarm of bugs like a mad dragon was always a treat.

‘Ah, Professor Brown. Still up?’ Suzy’s stomach flipped at the low, seemingly bored tone and she turned in her seat. ‘Merlin’s beard!’ she exclaimed, covering her chest with her hand. ‘Must you keep creeping up on me?!’ Severus Snape towered over her, clad in his usual attire and watching her with a cold gleam in his dark eyes. ‘Charming as always, I see.’ ‘You were the one who gave me a fright,’ Suzy countered, crossing her arms in front of her chest—suddenly aware of her own flimsy nightwear. ‘How do you do that?’ Snape seemed unfazed by her demeanor. ‘Not everyone’s nature is as loud as yours, Professor Brown,’ he remarked. Suzy narrowed her eyes. ‘While I agree that gracious might not be my middle name, that was not the question. How do you do it?’ ‘Let's just focus on the fact that we finally seem to agree on something, shall we?’ he proposed, watching Hel decimate the mosquito population of the clocktower courtyard. ‘Because I fear explaining the concept of subtlety to the likes of you is a fruitless endeavor.’ ‘The likes of me…’ Suzy repeated, tasting the weight of the words on her tongue. ‘Does that mean you’ve conducted an analysis of your own? Humor me; what’s the verdict on my character?’ ‘Not so hasty, Professor Brown,’ Snape argued. ‘An analysis was wholly unnecessary; you’re not that complex or mysterious.’ Suzy couldn’t help herself and laughed at the statement, the sound of her amusement echoing through the empty courtyard. ‘I’ve never had any complaints about lacking any of these characteristics,’ she mused. ‘Or really sought to achieve them anyway. Tell me, Professor Snape—what’s your definition of complex, or mysterious?’ ‘You ought to know that,’ he stated, his lips curling into a cold, demeaning smile. ‘Don’t they teach you that in first grade?!’ ‘I know what—’

Hel flew over their heads, uttering a loud growl and soaring towards the other side of the courtyard—another civilisation of mosquitos in sight. The Professors—overcome by Helena's theatrics or just grateful for the distraction—watched Suzy’s small companion in silence.

‘Are you prepared for the first semester?’ Severus finally inquired, his tone formal. ‘I think so,’ Suzy replied. ‘Though I had to start fresh. I asked Professor Binns to share his lesson plans with me, but to no avail.’ ‘That’s probably for the best,’ Snape noted. ‘Though you might want to return the files you borrowed; I heard Professor Binns is still in search of them.’ Suzy bit on her lip, trying her best to hide a sly grin. ‘Files? I have no idea what you’re talking about.’ ‘Naturally,’ he agreed in a sarcastic tone. ‘I wouldn’t dare to accuse you of such crimes.’ ‘What have you been up to?’ Suzy asked as she inspected her fingernails, eager to change the subject. ‘Aside from concocting broody plans to take over the world with your army of bats, of course.’ A wry chuckle escaped him. ‘Has anyone told you you are absurd, Susannah?’

Upon hearing her given name rolling over his tongue—in that leisure, seemingly bored tone—Suzy looked up at his handsome features: dark eyes that she could easily drown in, the characteristic nose and the firm line of his mouth. Had she missed their mutual agreement to move to a first name basis or did Hogwarts have a secret social code she hadn’t been aware of?! Another possibility was that Severus simply had slipped up, but considering his composed demeanor that didn’t make sense. Whatever the reason, she had to admit they had insulted each other enough to use their respective first names as they resumed their verbal fencing match.

‘Absurd?’ Suzy repeated, rising to her feet and tilting her chin, looking her colleague in the eye with a sweet smile. ‘Not directly in my face, Severus,’ she quipped. ‘Why?’ ‘Let me be the first, then.’ He said decisively. ‘While your imagination is admirable, the things that come out of your mouth are preposterous at best.’ ‘Truly?’ she mused, rubbing her thumb and index finger over her chin. ‘Was that a compliment from our very own Potion’s Master?’ Severus remained perfectly calm, watching her in that stoical manner of his. ‘I fear you will take it as such,’ he said. ‘Whether I wish you to do so or not.’ Her smile widened into a grin. ‘Certainly. You see, I’ve stopped trying to please people that don’t like me. These days, I simply embrace the joy of being the most annoying person they’ve ever met.’ ‘Ah, so you share this brilliant philosophy with Peeves,’ Snape concluded. ‘He’ll be relieved to hear it.’ Suzy laughed at the notion. ‘Is that sorry excuse of a ghoul still around?’ ‘He’s a ghost cursed to roam these halls forever, Professor Brown,’ Severus said, sounding slightly vexed now. ‘Of course he’s still here.’ ‘I’ll send him to trash your office sometime, then,’ Suzy promised before whistling at Hel. ‘Helena!’ She called for her pet in a firm tone. ‘Come on! Professor Snape still has to attend to his bat friends. How is he going to take over the world when his nocturnal friends are too hungry to do his bidding?’

Hel—who had been just chasing a huge moth—glanced longingly at the insect before turning away. Suzy held out her arm for her draconic friend, but Hel gracefully landed on Severus’ shoulder instead. Suzy eyed both of them—Hel proud of her antics, Severus seemingly indifferent, but probably making up his mind about this recent development. ‘She seems to like you,’ Suzy concluded, raising a brow. ‘Though I have yet to understand why.’ ‘Hello Helena,’ Severus greeted the dragon, ignoring Suzy’s jest. ‘Please tell me you’re more pleasant company than the human you’ve brought with you.’ Hel chirped at that—a sound she only made when she was utterly content with herself. She watched Severus with interest as she balanced herself upon his shoulder, her golden eyes gleaming. ‘Helena of Troy!’ Suzy insisted, planting her hands in her sides.

Usually this did the trick, but today Hel had no intention of leaving her new acquaintance. Snape eyed the pair, his lips pursing slightly. Then, he flicked his wand with a dramatic wave, creating a small orb of light, and strode away, leaving Suzy to stand alone in the courtyard.

‘Hey!’ She called as she hurried after him, clutching the front of her dressing gown firmly in her fist, her loafers stomping on the slab stones. ‘Where do you think you’re going?!’ ‘Escorting you two back to your quarters,’ Severus told her. ‘Since I don’t have a choice.’ Hel purred at that, wholeheartedly agreeing with at least half of it. ‘You are insufferable, do you know that?’ Suzy grumbled. ‘Can you possibly slow down—’ ‘Well, I find you too much to bear, so that’s yet another thing we agree on,’ he cut her off. ‘So much common ground tonight here, this must be my lucky day.’ ‘Already?’ She scoffed. ‘And the students have yet to arrive.’ ‘Ah, yes, the first day of term,’ he established as he slowed his pace. ‘Any conclusive theories on how you’ll tame a dozen unruly kids?’ ‘Not yet,’ she replied. ‘But I’ll come up with something. How do you do it, Professor?’ Severus eyed her with an unreadable expression, the distant light of his wand transforming the color of his eyes into an impossible shade of black. ‘I make sure I haunt them in their dreams,’ he then said dryly. ‘Or I send my army of bats instead.’ Suzy rolled her eyes. ‘Now who’s absurd?!’ ‘You were first to imply these absurdities, Professor.’ She shrugged. ‘True, but—’ ‘Don’t throw insults when you can’t handle getting them handed back to you.’

They were interrupted by a trashing sound that came from the higher levels in the Ravenclaw tower, followed by maniacal laughter. Hel perked up her ears and tail, growling softly. ‘Peeves,’ Severus established, his voice coated with contempt. ‘I don’t wish to know what he’s up to now.’ ‘Me neither,’ Suzy said as she quickened her step. ‘Last time I saw that devil, he laughed because I had and I quote: “a funny face” .’ ‘Peeves isn’t known for his creativity or his intelligence,’ Severus replied. ‘Just call him boring, it drives him mad. He’ll be a pain for a few days, but if you stick to it long enough, he’ll be out of your way.’

They exited the Ravenclaw tower and passed the stone bridge that led to the dungeon’s staircase. Though they spoke no more, the silence that hung between them wasn’t uncomfortable; it felt more of a temporary agreement to cease their verbal fire. For now.

‘I bid you goodnight, Professor Brown,’ Severus said once they arrived at the door to both their private quarters. ‘Helena, if you please.’ Helena sniffed at his jaw—a telltale sign of her growing affection, though Suzy wasn’t going to inform Severus about that—and squeaked, before she obliged and took her place at her human’s shoulder. Severus nodded curtly and turned away to the stairs once more.

Wait, no—it was four in the morning. Everyone was in bed. What was Severus Snape possibly going to do at this hour? Didn’t he need his rest?!

‘Don’t you need to sleep?’ Suzy blurted out as she watched him ascend the stairs. ‘No,’ Severus replied without looking back. ‘Like you gracefully explained to your dragon, Professor Brown—I still have to attend to my bat friends. Taking over the world requires consistent labor.’

The Great Hall was as magical and spacious as Suzy remembered; though five long, wooden tables dominated most of the space—one for each house and one for the staff—the grandeur of the Great Hall’s high ceilings and large stained glass windows still went unrivaled. Surprisingly enough, Hogwarts staff barely used the Great Hall during summer’s breaks; Professor McGonnagall had explained to Suzy that without its’ students, the Great Hall simply felt too grand for the few staff members who stayed over during the summer.

Today was different—the students were to arrive in a few hours and it was the headmaster’s explicit wish to assemble the staff for lunch and enjoy their last moments of peace and quiet together. Before everything went to hel(l), apparently.

Suzy made her way to the staff’s platform on the far end of the Great Hall, where most of her colleagues had already gathered—some already in their seats, others still standing and talking. It was strange how one offer could change her life so drastically; never in a million years had she foreseen having a place here amongst the staff of Hogwarts, but here she was…

‘Suzy!’ Rubeus called for her, his dark eyes gleaming with joy. ‘There you are!’ Hel—who had been sitting on Suzy’s head, despite clear instructions not to do so—screeched on the top of her lungs and flew towards Suzy’s friend, landing snout first against his chest. Hagrid chuckled and awarded the little dragon by tickling her neck. ‘Hey, Rubeus!’ Suzy greeted him after mouthing a heart-felt ‘sorry ’ to a few colleagues that had been startled by her draconic pet. ‘I’m sorry about this insufferable demon, she still has a lot to learn.’ ‘Don’t listen to her,’ Hagrid told Hel in a soft, soothing tone that didn’t match with his burly appearance. ‘You are a very well-behaved young lady and I’m very proud that you recognized your uncle amongst all these people.’ Suzy didn’t have the heart to tell him that finding a half-giant amongst two dozen of human staff members wasn’t much of a feat, because both Hagrid and Hel seemed very proud of the achievement.

‘Uncle?’ Suzy inquired instead. ‘I didn’t know Hel had one.’ ‘Well, she does,’ her friend said, eyeing her with a stern glare. ‘We’re practically family, Suzy.’ Hel purred loudly against Hagrid’s chest, probably unaware of the specific topic, but agreeing with him wholeheartedly. Suzy laughed and shook her head. ‘Why do I have the feeling that you two are going to conspire against me sometime?’

‘Susannah Brown!’ A light-hearted voice behind them cheered, making her raise her eyes to the heavens. ‘It can’t be! Is that truly your magnificent ass I spy?!’ Suzy shared a glance with Hagrid before whirling around to face her first boyfriend. It was true that her black chinos, which she had paired today with a teal blouse, fitted her well—giving her that instant confidence boost—but well-mannered people wouldn’t actually mention it. Except, it seemed….

‘Hello, Amos,’ Suzy greeted the tall, dark blond haired wizard that strode her way. To most, Amos was the epitome of attractive; baby blue eyes, a strong Roman nose, full lips and an athletic build. He knew that he was conventionally handsome and carried himself as such; a characteristic that was both admirable and aggravating. During their time at Hogwarts, Amos had always been a brilliant student; though his opportunistic tendencies tended to get him in trouble more than he’d like to admit.

‘It’s been so long, Suze!’ Amos said as he pulled her into a hug. ‘When was the last time we spoke? One year ago? Or was it two?’ ‘I think it was just one,’ Suzy told him with a smile as she patted his back. ‘But before we continue,’ she went on in a hushed tone. ‘May I ask you to leave my nether regions out of further conversations? We’re at work.’ Amos chuckled and let her go, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. ‘Of course, Professor Brown. I wouldn’t dare to cross you on my very first day here, but you look good. Ah, Professor Flitwick,’ he greeted the Charm’s Professor that appeared at Suzy’s side. ‘It’s good to see you again!’ ‘As it is to see you, Amos,’ Professor Flitwick replied. ‘If you have time, you have to tell me how you used the Rictusempra Charm on those hippogriff poachers. Madam Rosmerta told me the amusing tale, but I would like to hear it from its original source.’ Amos chuckled and Suzy—having heard the story multiple times—kindly bowed out of the conversation, making her way towards the table and settling herself in the vacant seat on Hagrid and Hel’s left. ‘So the ex-boyfriend is back, huh?’ Hagrid asked with a wide grin. ‘He’s a handsome lad, but I don’t have to tell you that.’ ‘Oh, please,’ Suzy huffed. ‘Amos is hardly dating material; women are as disposable as handkerchiefs in his world. I’ve been there.’ Hagrid, still not believing her, winked. ‘Maybe all it takes is the right woman, Suzy….’

Her eyes traveled over the staff’s table and landed on Severus Snape. The Potion’s Master sat on the headmaster’s left side and looked more bored and out of place than anything, probably because the mere idea of casually socializing with other human beings repulsed him—surely he’d rather spend time with his bat companions. Despite his distaste of social contact, Severus was conversing with a handsome woman Suzy recognized as Septima Vector, Hogwarts Arithmancy teacher.

‘I’m not the right woman for Amos, believe me,’ Suzy murmured at Hagrid, ignoring the way her stomach twisted in itself. ‘We do well as friends. I’m his trusty advisor whenever the women in his life give him a hard time and that’s how it’ll stay.’ ‘Sure, Suzy,’ Hagrid replied with a low chuckle—certainly not believing her. ‘...what are you looking at?!’ ‘Excuse me, is this seat taken?’ A male voice inquired politely, to which both Hagrid, Suzy and Hel looked up. They were greeted by a slender man with dark brown hair and dark eyes that bore a hesitant glow in them, his hand resting on the back of the chair on Suzy’s left. ‘Definitely not!’ Suzy replied and gestured at the said seat. ‘Please, sit down. I don’t think we’ve met before, have we? I’m Susannah Brown, the new History of Magic teacher—Professor Binns has finally retired and Professor Dumbledore asked me to take over his post.’ ‘Ah! I fear I have just arrived,’ the man explained as he shook both Suzy’s and Hagrid’s hand before taking his seat. ‘I am Arif Sikander, the new Muggle Studies teacher. Professor Dumbledore recruited me last week after he heard that Professor Quirrell wished to extend his sabbatical until next summer.’ ‘Muggle objects can come in handy,’ Hagrid said. ‘I must say I’m a bit of a—’ he stopped himself, for Professor Sikander was staring at Hel. ‘Oh, this is Hel,’ he continued. ‘Suzy’s dragon.’ ‘A dragon?!’ Professor Sikander exclaimed. ‘Now, those you don’t see every day!’ ‘Helena’s a teacup dragon,’ Suzy elaborated as she scratched Hel’s chin. ‘They are extremely rare and are even considered unnatural by most breeders.’ ‘They are unnatural,’ Amos told Suzy as he lowered himself in the vacated chair on Professor Sikander’s left side. ‘Did you know that a teacup dragon is a—’ ‘Hey!’ Suzy reprimanded Amos while quickly covering Hel’s ears. ‘Will you shut it? I don’t go around and tell everyone that you’re a pain in the ass all the time, do I? Hel is a blessing and that’s all I want to hear from you.’ Professor Sikander eyed them both, shuffling uncomfortably in his seat. Amos laughed at that and patted the poor man on his shoulder. ‘It’s all in good’s sport,’ he said. ‘I’m Amos Warrington, by the way. New Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Suzy and I go way back. We went to school here. And who would have believed that the both of us would end up here in this place again?’ Suzy shook her head. ‘Not me.’ ‘I heard rumors that she’d be here,’ Amos went on as he shook Professor Sikander’s hand. ‘But I wouldn’t have guessed Susannah would trade her dream job as a dragon trainer for this post.’

Suzy could barely refrain from rolling her eyes; it was kind of Amos to praise her, but must he reveal her whole past in front of a stranger?! He was an auror for Merlin’s sake—didn’t he know better?! Her eyes traveled over the staff’s table once more, accidentally catching Snape’s gaze. The dark pools burned straight into her soul, setting her darkest secrets on fire. ‘Lily, Lily, Lily….’ her mind sang and Suzy quickly looked the other way.

‘Well,’ Professor Sikander offered politely, drawing in Suzy’s attention. ‘The same can be said for you, Amos. What are you doing here? I heard you are an auror, and a successful one at that.’ ‘I couldn’t possibly deny Professor Dumbledore, could I?’ Amos exclaimed with a laugh. ‘I mean, the fact that our headmaster even considered me for the post is humbling enough as it is. Even though, as he kindly explained, it will only be for a year.’ ‘Exactly,’ Suzy rejoined the conversation with a grin, pointing her index finger at Amos. ‘You can’t refuse Dumbledore,’ she turned to Hagrid. ‘Right, Rubeus?’ ‘Aye,’ Hagrid agreed.

Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet and patiently waited for his staff members to round up their conversations. As the room slowly fell silent, the headmaster’s eyes wandered over everyone’s faces, nodding solemnly at each staff member.

‘Welcome back,’ he announced. ‘I’m glad to see so many familiar faces back at Hogwarts.’ He turned to Arif and Amos, a fond smile adorning his face. ‘A special welcome to Arif Sikander, who has graciously accepted my offer to teach Muggle Studies this year. As most of you know, Professor Quirrell has decided to extend his sabbatical for a year. We’re grateful that you’re here to enlighten us on this interesting topic, Professor Sikander.’ ‘Thank you, headmaster,’ Professor Sikander replied as he was met with applause from the other staff. ‘I’m glad I can be of help this year.’ "We're happy you’ve returned here,’ Dumbledore said warmly, before reverting his gaze to Amos. ‘And another welcome to our own Amos Warrington, who joined us just now to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this upcoming year. We’re happy to have you here as well, Professor Warrington.’ ‘Thank you, Professor Dumbledore,’ Amos spoke, practically beaming. ‘And hello everyone, I’m sure most of you know me already, but for the ones that don’t—I’m Amos, auror and adventurer in my spare time. I’m delighted that Professor Dumbledore has offered me the post, and I’m sure it will be an eventful year for us all.’ ‘Just leave Peeves alone this time around,’ Dumbledore replied, eyeing Amos with an amused glance. ‘Hogwarts is a school, not a fencing court.’

Suzy and a few others chuckled at the notion. She had almost forgotten about it, but it seemed that Peeves wouldn’t cause her much grief, for Amos had a long standing feud with the poltergeist. No one knew exactly how it had started, but the two hated each other’s guts and often tried to outsmart one another—much to the amusement of the rest of the castle.

‘Now that is out of the way,’ Dumbledore went on. ‘As tradition prescribes, we’ll enjoy a hearty lunch before our students arrive to liven up the castle. But first, Minerva was so kind as to remind me of the following—since we house more students this year than we did in the years before, we have to ask you to help us patrol the halls at night during the first weeks; just to make sure no student’s get lost in the castle during bedtime hours. Because we all value our peace and quiet, Minerva has set up a schedule, which you can find in your classroom after lunch.’

Dumbledore allowed all of them to digest this information for a moment and then clapped in his hands—the whole table suddenly filled with food. ‘Without further ado, let the feast begin….’

The Great Hall quickly filled with the familiar sounds of conversation and people enjoying their meal. ‘This never gets old,’ Amos remarked, helping himself to a bowl of potato salad. ‘Another reason to return to Hogwarts. Those house-elves know how to cook!’ ‘They sure do,’ Hagrid said as he carefully put Hel upon his lap. ‘Welcome back, Amos. It’s good to see you.’ ‘And you!’ Amos replied before stuffing his face with potato salad and looking at Hel. ‘She’s a gorgeous creature, Suzy,’ he murmured. ‘You will have to make sure Hagrid won’t try to steal her from under your nose.’ ‘I must say I have thought about it,’ Hagrid confessed with a sigh. ‘How can I not? She’s such a wee little thing, she won’t hurt a fly.’

Actually, ironically enough (dragon)flies were Hel’s favorite snack, but in this case Suzy decided that she shouldn’t make Amos—or Professor Sikander—the wiser. She watched her draconic friend as Hagrid loaded his plate with all kinds of meats and vegetables—her friend muttering something about leafy stuff and ‘good for me health’ —while Hel took a good sniff of the delicious food. ‘Hel,’ Suzy warned. ‘We don’t steal food off plates. It’s not sanitary. I’ll get you something.’ Hel mewled, her golden eyes flashing. ‘Patience is a virtue,’ Suzy said as she emptied a small bowl of Cornish pasties onto a half empty plate of lamb chops—courtesy of Amos and Hagrid—and scanned the table for food that Hel could eat—preferably not something too spicy, for no one liked a dragon with stomach aches. ‘Do they have….’

As if she had spoken out her request aloud, a small plate filled with raw meat appeared next to her own. ‘Thank you,’ Suzy said to no one in particular, yet she knew that the house-elves had received her gratitude. She discarded the empty plate and offered Hel her very own. ‘Here, you little monster.’

‘Is Helena registered with the ministry, Suze?’ Amos inquired as the four of them—Hagrid, Suzy, Professor Sikander and Amos himself—watched Hel devour her lunch. ‘Since she’s an exotic beast and all.’ Suzy shook her head. She had briefly considered the necessity—she wasn’t stupid by all means—but her move to Hogwarts had been so sudden that she had pushed the tedious task from her mind. ‘No, we just arrived in the country a few weeks ago,’ she replied, for in cases like this, playing the ignorant act was best. ‘Should she be?’ ‘Yeah, sooner than later,’ Amos told her with a grin. ‘You need a permit to own a beast like her. If word gets out that Hogwarts houses a dragon under its roof without informing the ministry first, it will cause a lot of grief with the prime minister.’ ‘I suppose you’re right,’ Suzy mused. ‘It’s… The move to Hogwarts has been so sudden that I… I forgot.’ ‘It happens to the best of us,’ Professor Sikander offered kindly. ‘I’m sure they’ll understand when you explain it to them.’ ‘Hel is a no brainer,’ Hagrid said fiercely. ‘Just look at her, she’s just a wee—’ ‘All will be alright,’ Amos said with a wink. ‘I have connections in the department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I will help you get that permit, Suze.’ ‘You would?’ Suzy inquired with a smile. ‘Amos Warrington, what would I do without you?!’ ‘You’d fall victim to the Ministries’ bureaucracy,’ Amos said. ‘And trust me, no one wants to end up there….’

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