#just because I asked him to wear a gryffindor scarf while passing out candy to trick or treaters SO SUE ME!!!!!!

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

my teenage daughter’s thoughts on jily (and the halloween costume i’m still working on getting my husband on board for). can’t win em all i guess.

abra cadabra 💀

[galxcs]

Drunken Nights | Wolfstar

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Chapter Eleven  (Ten) (Nine) (Eight) (Seven) (Six) (Five) (Four) (Three) (Two) (One)

Hogwarts smelled like hot chocolate.

The scent drifted out of the Great Hall, wafted down the hallways, and lingered in the common rooms. It clung to students who had pink cheeks and were bundled in coats and mittens.

Snow was drifting down slowly like it wanted to linger in the chilly arms of the winter breeze. It was the type of snow that nobody wanted to ruin because it was so soft and pretty to look at, and the type of snow that everybody wanted to ruin because they couldn’t help but barrel through its untouched flakes, carving paths and building snowmen.

Christmas was coming, and it was getting to the point where no one could pay attention in class because they knew they were so close to being done, and things really didn’t seem to matter as much as they usually did.

Of course, with the long break ahead of them, professors were scheduling all of their last minute tests and assignments right when students couldn’t focus the most, so the common room was in a silent state of studying students, all fidgeting with their pencils and rubbing their eyes.

Everyone was waiting out the trip to Hogsmeade that was happening in about an hour, but their minds were so focused on the fact that they would be going to Hogsmeade soon, that nothing was getting done, despite how quiet the room was.

Remus had his nose stuck in his own book, and luckily he was not in the same debacle that the other students were experiencing, finding it quite easy to focus on the task at hand. He was just jotting down a few notes when a soft weight settled into the cushion next to him. Remus frowned to himself. James never sat down gently, Sirius never sat so far away from Remus, and Peter had a much heavier presence.

Remus looked up, expecting to see Lily but was instead shocked to find Amanda with a Gryffindor scarf slung around her neck instead of her usual Hufflepuff one.

“Amanda? You know you can’t be in here,” Remus whispered urgently.

Amanda smiled her bright smile and leaned in a little closer. “Don’t worry. Lily let me in.”

Remus lifted his head, glancing around the room. He spotted Lily sitting at a chair next to James who was doodling something on her hand. Lily caught Remus’ eye and winked at him. Remus turned back towards Amanda.

“That doesn’t mean you’re allowed to be here.”

“Well, I figure you and Lily are the only ones who could really get me in trouble, so…” Amanda explained quietly.

Remus finally let himself smile, leaning back against the couch. “I guess, you’re right.” Remus was going to say something else, but out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Peter and Sirius coming their way to the grouping of couches Remus was at.

He pulled away quickly, realizing him and Amanda had been leaning close to each other so that they could hear one another better. He was too late, though, because he looked up just in time to see Sirius narrowing his eyes the moment he spotted Remus and Amanda whispering to each other.

Amanda rose an eyebrow at Remus, but when she saw Sirius and Peter, Remus almost thought that he saw a smile come and go on her face. He didn’t know what it meant.

Sirius and Peter sat across from them and pulled their chairs up closer so that they could talk better with Remus and Amanda.

“How’d you get in here?” Peter asked Amanda quietly.

“Lily,” she responded.

Sirius gave her a cool glance and kicked his leg up to balance on his knee. “You know you aren’t supposed to be in here.”

Amanda laughed, either unaware of the coldness in Sirius’ voice, or choosing to ignore it. “Yeah Remus already warned me.”

Remus heard Sirius mutter, “Should have listened to him,” under his breath, and he hoped that only he could hear it because of his werewolf hearing.

Things had been weird between Remus and Sirius for the past week. At least, they had been weird for Remus. Sirius seemed completely fine despite the fact that Remus had been more or less ignoring him. He hadn’t tried to ignore him, but it had been his temporary solution for the time being. Once he was on break, back at the farm, he could have time to think away from Sirius, and he hoped the feelings he had been dealing with these last days might be settled a bit.

“Are you coming to Hogsmeade with us?” Peter asked, sounding like an offer.

“Sure!” Amanda said at the same time that Sirius deadpanned, “No.”

Remus shot Sirius a glare, and Sirius gave him one of his smirks that he did when he was pretending that he didn’t do anything wrong. Remus rolled his eyes.

“Yes,” Remus said, turning his eyes to Peter. “She is.”

While Remus had made it his mission to avoid being alone and talking with Sirius this week, Sirius had made it his mission to be as passive aggressive as possible towards Amanda. Remus always watched Amanda to see how she would respond to Sirius, but she never seemed phased by it in the least, which was good but also confusing.

The rest of the conversation steered towards Peter asking Amanda questions because she was, after all, a pretty girl. Sirius sat brooding next to Peter, his arms crossed, and his eyes the color of river stones. Remus added comments in here and there, trying to join in conversation for Amanda’s sake.

An hour must have passed of the group quietly whispering to each other because soon enough, the students began closing their books, standing up, and chatting quietly among each other as everyone began to finish up their work.

“Hogsmeade time,” James said too loudly (like usual) as he strolled towards them, his arm wrapped around Lily’s shoulders.

Lily looked embarrassed and somewhat annoyed, but she didn’t make a move to push James off of her. Remus rose his eyebrow at her subtly, and her face turned bright red. She smiled softly and ducked her head, letting her orange hair fall into her face.

The group made their way to the school grounds, watching as Professor McGonagall struggled to make sure everyone leaving had their permission slips. Remus shivered even with his big coat on. Someone behind him grabbed onto the hat he was wearing and pulled it down over his face. He heard Sirius’ laugh brush past him and continue further ahead of him.

“Sirius!” Remus yelled, pulling his hat up so that he could see.

Sirius had stopped behind James and Lily, but in front of Remus, Amanda, and Peter. He had his hands on his hips and a look in his eyes that said what are you going to do now? Remus thought about casting a spell to pull on Sirius’ scarf, but after the week of having not much interaction with him, Remus just shook his head softly at Sirius, hoping he looked jokingly exasperated.

Remus turned back towards Peter who was talking excitedly about the candy he was going to buy at Hogsmeade. If Sirius looked disappointed, Remus wouldn’t know because he chose not to look back up.

When Peter was done, Amanda pulled Remus aside from the group. He looked at her questioningly.

“Is something up with you and Sirius?” she asked.

“What? No,” Remus lied. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, it just seems like you’ve been avoiding him or something.”

“No, I haven’t. He sat with us in the common room, didn’t he? Also, he just pulled my hat down like he always does, so nothing is up.”

Amanda looked like she was thinking about what she was going to say next, and started hesitantly. “Yeah, that’s just it. He sat with us, and you didn’t say one word to him. I mean, usually you two are practically attached at the hip.”

“Are not,” Remus argued.

“You are!” Amanda said, laughing. “And just then, when Sirius pulled your hat down, usually you would go after him or something. You two are always teasing each other, but lately it seems like it’s just Sirius teasing you.”

“I didn’t realize that you paid so much attention to me and Sirius,” Remus joked, avoiding commenting on Amanda’s words.

Amanda punched Remus playfully in the shoulder, and ducked her head. “I don’t. I’m just a very observant person.”

Remus nodded but didn’t say anything. He watched his feet as they cut through the snow that had fallen on the path. He could feel Amanda’s eyes watching him. He felt like he did when Lily was scolding him or something.

Looking back up at Amanda, Remus sighed. “Nothing’s wrong. Things have just been a little weird between us lately.”

“Why?” Amanda asked.

Remus watched Sirius from way up on the path. He had his arm hooked with James’, and they were skipping around each other, singing some made up song about Hogsmeade. He had a smile plastered on his face; the one he got when him and James were being reckless and dumb, with no cares in the world. He thought about how in less than a week, Sirius would have to go back to his house with his family.

“Because Sirius has a lot to deal with, and he deserves to be happy, and there’s this part of me that thinks that he can’t possibly be happy with me. I guess I’m just scared of losing him.”

Remus knew that Amanda didn’t exactly understand what Remus was saying. She didn’t know that Remus was a werewolf, and she didn’t know that Remus wasn’t really talking about just their friendship, but he supposed it was all he could really say.

From up ahead, Lily was calling Amanda’s name. James had thrown Lily over his shoulder and she was giggling for help. Before Amanda ran up to join her friend, she turned to Remus, her eyes looking thoughtful.

“I think that it’s up to Sirius to decide what makes him happy,” she said.

Remus watched her jog up to Lily and James, jokingly taking Lily’s hand and calling out, “Let her go!”

James laughed, dropping Lily in a big bank of snow.

“James Potter!” Lily squealed, struggling to get out of the snow.

Sirius and Peter were chucking snowballs at each other, and Remus smiled to himself, thinking about what Amanda had said to him. Even after he joined the group, helping Lily gang up on James with some snowballs, the words never really left Remus’ head, and he let them circle around and around until he knew what needed to be done.

Remus looked at Sirius, and it took every inch of his control to not run into his arms and kiss him right there in front of everybody. He smiled to himself, knowing that the second he could get Sirius alone for a moment, he was going to tell him that he wanted to be his.

[ardentmuse]

First Time - Weasley Boys

Just a little headcanon about what each of the Weasley brother’s first time would be like with you :) Inspired by this lovely ask from anon.

(A/N: Had a tagging issue so I deleted the first post in hopes of fixing it. Nothing explicit here but definitely a little steamy)

Masterlist

Bill - Astronomy Tower

Bill is as easy-going as boyfriends come. He wants you to set the pace for things, to let him know what you want and when you are ready. And more than anything, Bill cares about your friendship first and foremost and building your romantic love on top of a good foundation. So needless-to-say, your relationship is a lot of exploring, of testing waters and stepping back if need be. But even if you just had a session of heavy petting, you always pretty quickly transition back a comfortable companionship. It is a perfect pairing.

But honestly, Bill is worried. Are you just friends plus? Is he being romantic enough? Is he doing what he can to help your relationship transition, to prove to you that he wants more from you than just someone to help him study or keep him company?

And so when you mention just casually that you’d like to be more intimate, Bill sees it as his opportunity to prove what a romantic he can be. He takes you up to the Astronomy tower, prepares a picnic, and sits with you under the stars, holding you close and reminding you every now and again that you are more beautiful that whatever the sky has on display.

And soon you are kissing, and then you are bare under the canopy of night, and as Bill enters you, he tells you he loves you for the first time. Sure he’s said he loved you before because you are his friend but never like this, never with the piercing gaze and vocal strain, the sighs of longing and the tears pulling at his eyes, never with the emphasize on the word “love,” like it were somehow a different word entirely from when he’d tell you he loved you for bringing him that book he forgot or sharing your tea during a study session. And that is all you need to know this is real for Bill, too.

Charlie - His Childhood Bed

For Charlie, sex is just the next step in conveying his love and desire for intimacy with you. Your relationship so far has been well-paced. Every few months is something new: a handsy make-out, seeing each other naked, sleeping in the same bed, some hot and heavy explorations with hands and mouth while on rounds, until finally the only form of pleasure left to try was a full union of your bodies.

But for Charlie, no matter how much he loves you, he needs his family to love you too. So coming home with him for the Christmas holiday is huge. And once he sees how much his mother and father enjoy your conversation, how eager you are to help with the cooking and the clean-up, and how his younger siblings love to play with you, he knows he is ready.

He knocks on Ginny’s door well into the night and asks you to come join him in his bed. He holds you and kisses you and tells you how much he loved you. But most importantly, he asks if you are ready for something more. And so you come together, awkward and fumbling and trying ever so hard to be quiet. But this is your Charlie and he is perfect regardless.

The next morning, Molly pops her head into Charlie’s room early, wanting to tell him before you wake up how much she likes you and approved of the relationship, but she sees you in his bed before she can speak. At first she is fuming at your blatant disregard for house rules, but then she notices how her son’s arms holds you tight, how his head is buried in your neck, how he seems to be smiling even in his sleep, and she just shuts the door. She knows, even if Charlie doesn’t yet, that you are his person and that she’ll have many years to tell him just how much she approves.

Percy - The Prefect Bathroom

With Percy, sex is definitely a topic you have to brooch first. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to; he’s intensely attracted to you, almost debilitatingly so sometimes. It is just that he is so worried of scaring you off with his eagerness. And if he is honest, he also wants to be good and isn’t sure he can until he learns to keep his desire for you at bay.

And so when you slink into the Prefect Bathroom during one of his baths, at first he is vexed that you would dare break so many rules. And then he sees you naked and the blood just flees his brain and all he can do is swim towards you and kiss you. The quick switch has you laughing as you inform Percy that you just wanted him to stop thinking and feel for once. And from there it doesn’t take long before he is entering you. And it definitely doesn’t take long before he finishes.

But honestly, if Percy is anything in the bedroom, it is determined. Once he is able to get rid of that cloud over his mind, the one you cause with your adorable smiles and perfect scent and words upon words to fill his ears, his entire attention becomes focused on seeing that you enjoy yourself, exploring the elements of your anatomy that had previously been foreign to him, and making sure you knew that you would always be first in these scenarios. And what starts out as an annoyance quickly becomes a tradition, a way for you to enjoy each other in the most beautiful part of the castle, a treat for all the hard work it took him to become Head Boy, and a way to surround himself with love for you.

Fred - Empty Classroom

Dating Fred is hot and heavy from day one. It isn’t that he can’t, it is simply that he doesn’t want to keep his hands off of you. Why would he when he has the most beautiful partner in the world wanting to make out with him and touch him at all times of the day? He is living a dream.

And so one day when he pulls you into an abandoned classroom, you both expected to just continue with your normal passionate kisses, tongues swirling and hands roaming until you were both breathless and insanely giddy. But when he backs you up into the desk, lays you out upon it and begins to suck your neck, you both are too far gone to see how things have turned. It isn’t until Fred’s trousers are abandoned around his ankles and your robes are hiked up at your waist that Fred realizes what is happening and pulls away.

“What’s wrong?” you ask when you feel him abandon the space between your legs. It is pretty easy to feel ashamed and exposed when your boyfriend seems to not be interested in making love to you.

“Are you sure, prince(ss)? This is… big,” he says and you see the fear in his eyes and know it has nothing to do with you.

And so you do the only thing that seems to make sense to prove your interest. You stand, you kiss your man, and push him back against the desk as he had you. You wait for his nod in consent before you enjoy his body fully and slowly, for once not losing yourself to the passion entirely.

George - The Three Broomsticks

When George first asked you to date him, he went over-the-top with it, showering you in gifts and filling the day with activities. Every major milestone had been like that. The first time he said I love you, he stole a cake from the kitchens to celebrate. Passing your exams was greeted with a party, a ton of candy, maybe a few illegal creatures, and somehow an empty Gryffindor boys dorm to share and cuddle in private. You thought it was going to be that night, but George’s hands never roamed too low and the only hints of anything sexual were the frequent comments he made about just how good you looked wearing his clothes as pajamas.

So when George is ready, he talks to you, and together you pick a night. George promises to organize a place, given his knowledge of hidden Hogwarts things. But when the night comes, he sneaks you through a passage, out into Hogsmeade and into a bedroom at the Three Broomsticks Inn, the best they have to offer. Madame Rosmerta only smirks once when she unlocks the door for you and you can’t help but wonder how many young couples she has helped do just this.

But somehow, inside, George already has everything: champagne and your favorite cookies, dinner from downstairs, protection, and oils and soaps for a lovely bath should you feel sore afterwards. And you just take things slow, not focusing on the outcome but instead on the feel, and afterwards you cuddle well into the morning.

And at breakfast the next morning, when Fred comments on George’s absence from his dorm room that night with raised eyebrows, George says nothing, only squeezes your hand under the table as he eats his toast.

Ron - Your Apartment

Taking your relationship with Ron to the next level during your time at Hogwarts was simply not something you considered. You loved Ron, and he loved you, you had no doubt, but stress was so high and then Ron disappeared for nearly a year with Harry and Hermione and then the Battle of Hogwarts happened and then all the intense auror clean-up afterwards… Honestly, you are perfectly content with the stolen kisses as he scarfs down his dinner before leaving again on another mission. Someday things will settle and when they do, your relationship can become top priority again.

But then one night as you sit on your couch finishing your dinner and enjoying a book, without warning your fireplace goes off and in rushes Ron, covered in dirt and completely disheveled. He walks with confident steps to you, grabs your face, and kisses you with more passion than you’d thought possible. He picks you up and begins walking to your bedroom.

“Ron, what’s going on?”

Ron stops dead in his tracks, staring down at your head in his arms, “Y/N, I could die!”

You laugh, “Yeah, I know, sweetheart.”

He continues his paces into your room. He rests you down on the bed and covers you with his body and passionate kisses upon your flesh.

“I can’t wait anymore. What if-- I don’t know why I waited in the first place. I need you. Do you--?”

He doesn’t even need to finish his sentence before you are pulling him down to continue the passionate kisses and share the closeness you both have yearned for for so long but had been too afraid to speak out loud.

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