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Perfect Girl

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x reader x Severus Snape

Requested by: @epaige0914 ‘Ooooohhhh, could I request a Sev x reader x Lucius smut where they’re just pampering and praising her and being all soft? ❤️❤️’

Warnings: smut, threesome (FMM), oral and penetrative sex, praise kink

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Wet noises filled the room as your fists twisted once more into the expensive bed sheets, back arching off the mattress as the man between your legs drew you closer and closer to yet another climax.

“There’s a good girl,” Lucius purred into your ear, reaching to tweak both your nipples as you grasped a handful of Severus’s hair, holding his wonderful mouth against your centre. “Oh, princess, you look so pretty grinding your little cunt all over Severus’s mouth,” you whined in response, head tipping back to rest on Lucius’s shoulder as you panted. “Good girl. Does Severus make you feel good?” when you nodded quickly, almost giving yourself whiplash, Lucius smirked. “Then tell him. Tell Severus how good he makes you feel, darling,”

“S-Sev, you make me feel so good!” you whimpered, hips bucking unevenly. Severus simply grunted in response, flicking his dark eyes up to you. “P-please let me come o-on your tongue,” you begged, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

“Come,” Lucius and Severus murmured at the same time, Severus’s voice muffled by your pussy and Lucius’s voice skittering over your sensitive neck. You let out a low moan of pleasure as you came, almost sitting up straight as you ground out your orgasm on Severus’s face, feeling his nose bump against you as Lucius held you upright. You whined, pushing Severus away from your sensitive clit weakly, smiling lopsidedly as he smirked up at you, nose, mouth and chin glistening with your release. He went to wipe it away, but Lucius stopped him, pulling him over for a kiss. “Fuck, princess, you taste divine...” Lucius moaned tongue flickering out over Severus’s lips, eyes fixed on you.

“I agree. I could eat her beautiful cunt all day long. Shame you can’t go that long without needing to fuck something, Luc,” Severus grinned. Lucius feigned offence, giving Severus’s arse a cheeky smack before he moved between your thighs.

You hummed, spreading your legs to accommodate his hips as he jerked himself briefly, before lining up with you. “You realise you’re just proving Sev’s point, love- oh...” your sassy remark dissolved into a guttural moan as Lucius’s thick cock entered you, stretching you out deliciously. Jaw slack and eyes rolled back you gave yourself a moment to adjust to the stretch, panting slightly.

“You were saying?” Lucius teased, slowly drawing out and pushing back in. “Aw, bless her, Sev,” he said, turning to the dark haired man who was now stroking your hair. “Speechless,”

“’M not,” you mumbled, rocking your hips up a little to urge Lucius on. “But I wanna be. Wanna suck Sev’s cock while you fuck me, Luc,” you sighed. The two men smirked to one another.

“Is that so?” Severus asked, shuffling so his crotch was in line with your face.

“Yep,” you said, popping the P as your tongue darted out to lick up the bead of precum before you spat into your hand, stroking Severus. He watched you, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face, before guiding your head closer. Taking the hint, you began to swallow him into your throat while spreading your legs a little wider.

“Look at her, so pretty... all nice and spread out for us...” Lucius said, tossing his long hair over his shoulder as he held your thighs apart. “Fuck, Severus, you got her nice and wet for me,”

“You’re welcome,” Severus said, trying to deadpan, but his voice hitched as you began tonguing his cock, alternating between hollowing your cheeks and sucking, and licking and paying attention to the head. “And she sucks cock beautifully,” he stroked your hair tenderly. “Clever girl,” he said softly, staring into your wide eyes as he forced your head slowly onto his cock, grunting as he felt your throat constrict as you gagged. You took a moment to regain control, steadying your breathing through your nose, beginning to bob your head, sucking him off eagerly, watching as he tipped his head back, moaning lowly as Lucius began pounding into you. The movement caused by Lucius’s erratic thrusting had you gagging and spluttering, but you were eager to keep Sev’s cock down your throat, whining around him. “Fuck, Princess, just like that,” Severus growled.

“Are you close, Severus?” Lucius asked through gritted teeth when Severus gave a quick nod of desperation, Lucius groaned. “Good. YN, Princess, we’re going to fill you up. You’ve been so good for us, so pretty all laid out for us. Our beautiful, perfect girl,”

You whimpered, attempting a nod, before Severus tugged your hair, spurting cum down your throat. You whined needily, doing your best to swallow every last drop before he pulled out. He swiped his thumb over the drop that had escaped the corner of your mouth. Normally, he would let you lick his thumb clean, but this time, he reached down, rubbing his essence over your clit in slow circles. Lucius groaned at the sight, and soon your pussy was also full. You let out a moan, looking desperately at your men. Lucius bared his teeth, pounding into you, holding your legs apart as he rode out his orgasm, eager to bring you over the edge. Severus increased his pace as he rubbed your clit, and when your moans became more staccato and you cried out their names in a garbled mess of lustful cries, they groaned aloud, watching at you twitched and shuddered through your orgasm. “Fuck,” you breathed, coming down from your high as Lucius pulled out.

Flopping back, you stared at the ceiling as Severus and Lucius came to your side. Severus cast a series of charms, including cleaning and contraceptives, before spelling the covers over you. “You did so well for us, sweetheart,” Severus whispered. You nodded, now utterly blissed out as you slotted your limbs together in your typical sleeping position

“Sleep, darling,” Lucius smiled. “You too Severus,” he said sternly, and you both nodded, snuggling down a little more, your head on Lucius’s chest, Severus’s arms around your waist. You gave Lucius an expectant look and he chuckled. “I’ll sleep too, don’t you worry,”

“Good,” Severus said, smiling slightly. “Go to sleep, YN. You did so well for us today. Perfectly, you did perfectly,”

“Hmm... our perfect girl,”

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Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 6.11}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

Words: 4.5k

Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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It was that time of the year again before Robin knew. As always, christmas had approached fast and suddenly rather than steadily, but the festive spirit had been long evident throughout the entire month of December. The holidays this year looked a little different than usual though; Cas had been asked by a fifth year student to attend the new year's ball with him, upon which she spontaneously had decided to stay at Hogwarts over the holidays. Robin had offered to take Jorien to the ball as her plus one, but the girl had decided to just go home as planned. So it was just Cas and Robin who would attend the ball this year.

Honestly, Robin felt weary of the boy who had asked Cas out. He seemed nice enough at the first glance, but something about him was ringing an alarm bell in the back of her mind. Cas obviously didn't care about Robin's words of warning, saying how she at least had a date for the ball, which probably should've hurt Robin more than it did. After this rather uncomfortable conversation however, she had decided to keep her concerns to herself, but an eye on Cas nonetheless. She didn't want her to get hurt, not even by something that, to her, was so ridiculously irrelevant as teenage drama. Because she knew that to Cas, it wasn't irrelevant at all.

The last day of the year came, and before long Robin thanked herself for actually bothering to invest in a dress this year. And she foremost thanked herself for having the endurance last summer to actually make an effort and not just get the first best one in Diagon Alley, which would've merely been a differently coloured version of what pretty much all of the other girls wore (with a few honorable exceptions, of course). No, Robin had made the decision to go with her own taste rather than the attempt to fit in, and she still stood behind it to the fullest.

Cas on the other hand had about five different dresses lying on her bed and was desperate to pick one, which did not even come as a surprise to Robin. The girl's love for fashion had exploded rather than faded, and while Robin had no idea why Cas had packed so many pretty dresses unaware that she would be attending the ball, it also didn't particularly surprise her.

"You should wear the dark blue one." Robin commented from her seat on her own bed, while she unsuccessfully tried to untangle her hair. "It reminds me of the nightsky. And who doesn't love the night?"

"Most people don't, actually." Cas sighed in exaggerated despair. "I was thinking about the peach coloured one with the ruffles."

"You're the fashion guru." Robin shrugged. "But I think darker colours are more classy. And the ball is very classy, most of the time. Or trying to be anyway."

"Classy or stuffy?"

"A bit of both, perhaps. Foremost, it is entirely what you make of it."

"In that case, I'll wear the peach coloured one." Cas decided with a more or less determined expression. "What about you? We're gonna be late if you don't get started at once!"

"Well, I don't have an entire wardrobe of dresses to pick between. I showered and sorted out my hair; I'll literally be done within five minutes from this point on."

"What about makeup? What about hairstyles?! What about shoes?!" Cas asked in return, incredulous about Robin's lack of enthusiasm about these things. "Seriously, aren't you gonna make any effort at all?"

"As you said, I don't have a date anyway. Nobody expects me to make an effort." Robin shrugged in return, unbothered by her roommate's comments. "And since you obviously didn't see me for the last few years, I will kindly let you know that putting on an actual dress this year IS me making an effort."

"I cannot believe you. I just cannot believe you…" Cas rolled her eyes as she muttered to herself, but then went ahead to get ready herself and leave Robin reading on her bed in peace for the next hour and a half. That's how long it took Cas to go through all of her extensive preparations and procedures, and Robin thought it was admirable how much effort she put into this indeed.

Finally, twenty minutes before the ball would begin and while Cas was still in the bathroom making 'last minute' adjustments to her colorful eye makeup, Robin got up from her bed with a sigh, put her book down and dug her dress out of her trunk at last. Like most things she bought these days, it was almost entirely black, but for the silver ornamentations and spiky flowers sewed onto the shoulders. Everything from the waist down was flowing black fabric, as was the long pieces that attached to the shoulders instead of sleeves, billowing down the arms like a backless cape. That precisely was also what made it difficult to put on, without stepping onto the piles of fabric that however barely brushed the ground once she pulled it up. The neckline came in high at the sides, almost high enough to cover up her scar, while the front was curved into a low V shape, that had always reminded Robin of spades. The solid black of the simple corset made up for the detailing on the shoulders and the heavy billowing fabrics of the skirt, and its snug fit and the thick fabric were comforting rather than confining to her. For once, Robin actually felt powerful through wearing a mere piece of clothing. And while perhaps she might not fit in with the other students, she definitely would with the professors.

"Bloody hell!" Cas suddenly exclaimed, and Robin jumped in return, twirling around to face the girl who spoke on in the meanwhile. "How dare you looking that gorgeous?!"

Robin's face heated up in an instant, and even though it was Cas she was talking to, she couldn't help being flustered. "Uh, thanks, I guess."

"I mean, I still stand with my statement that you shouldn't wear so much black, but good gracious… that dress is a piece of art. And it just screams 'Robin' to me, so you actually did pick well for once!"

"Don't sound so surprised." Robin rolled her eyes, while she had to smile nonetheless. "But thank you anyway. I wanted to look like myself tonight, and not like I dressed up as someone I'm not."

"But dressing up as someone you're not for one night is the entire point of it!" Cas replied with a grin, then dimmed it down to a smile. "But I understand you, and I think you look exactly like yourself. Just more beautiful than usual."

"Thanks…" Robin scoffed in humour, torn between sarcasm and honesty, and thus settled for both. "Again."

"So tell me, who do you wanna impress with that dress?" Cas quirked an eyebrow at Robin, smirking while she observed her closely. "And don't tell me no one, because I know you, and you wouldn't have made an effort just for yourself."

"Everyone." Robin answered instead, deeming it just as not-saying as 'no one'. Meanwhile, she tried to find a place to store her wand, which was turning out to be an actual problem now. No sleeves, no real sleeves at least, and no hemlines or pockets. Great. Then however an idea struck her, and in no time she had twisted her hair up into a bun, which she could easily fixate with her wand indeed. Two problems solved with one action, wonderful.

"I cannot believe you just did that." Cas commented on Robin's action in an instant. "And I cannot believe that it actually looks good! I spent an hour doing my hair, and you just… use your wand like a hair accessory within two bloody seconds."

Robin sighed in return, but she had to smile once again at Cas and her view of the world. "Your hair looks a million times better, believe me. I'm not trying to look good, I'm only trying to look acceptable while being functional. That's a difference."

"If you say so…" Cas sighed, and the two girls finally started making their way up to the great hall. "Coming back to my question though; who do you really want to impress? Is it that boy who's sitting next to you in Professor Morgan's class since recently?"

"Alexander? God no!" Robin snorted, shaking her head to herself while she actually enjoyed striding through the hallways quite so elegantly for once. "If you must know, I'm not trying to impress someone, but to prove a point to someone."

"Uuh!" Cas squealed quietly, skipping in her steps next to Robin in glee. "To whom? And which point?"

"You would do well to focus on your own date for now. Where did he want to meet you again?"

"Just outside the hall. You won't scare him off, Robin, will you? I know you don't like him, but he's really cool and so are his friends, and I don't wanna be the stupid third year whose big sister has to watch over her."

"You won't even notice me tonight, unless you need me. Good?"

"Yes. Thank you." Cas smiled, then took a deep breath while her smile widened even more. "I'm actually going to the ball! With a cute boy! Can you believe it?! I've waited for this moment for months!!!"

"I hope tonight is everything you dreamt of." Robin replied with a small smile, but it was tainted by concern no less. Just shortly before they reached the last crossing before the great hall, she turned to Cas once more. "Don't get into trouble, and don't do anything stupid. I don't want to find you drunk in our bathroom later or anything of that sort."

"Yes, professor." Cas rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, but gave Robin a small hug nonetheless, before she skipped ahead and towards wherever she would meet her date.

Robin decided to give Cas a little while at least, to spare her the embarrassment of arriving with her watchdog indeed. When she finally did make her way into the great hall, she was barely still on time, with two more minutes to go until the festivities would begin. The very moment she entered the hall, a few more eyes were drawn to her than in the last years, but not enough to make her feel observed. At least Robin didn't notice enough eyes on her to feel like people were actually paying attention to her. In an instant, she moved to stand off to the side and let her eyes trail over the crowds in the search for her own company.

"Looking for something?" Snape's voice was so close behind her that Robin jumped for the second time this evening, but then turned around to him with a smile. The very moment she did, she believed to see a glimpse of sincere awe flashing through his eyes, but she might as well be mistaken. She probably was, unfortunately. It might just be the candles and some wishful thinking.

"Looking for someone." She smiled up at him in amusement. "But it seems that someone found me first."

"How very fortunate for you." He replied with a not-smirk, as much of it as he would show in public at least, and his gaze flickered over her garments for just a second before returning to her eyes. "Did you have to choose black?"

"Obviously." She smirked, feeling highly amused by his difficulty to show a suitable reaction to her choice of outfit.

"It suits you."

Now, that she hadn't expected, but she appreciated it nonetheless as her smirk turned into a smile. "Thank you."

"How… came the change in your choice of attire for tonight's event?"

"You complained last year that I was wearing the same thing I wore to the conference the summer before." Robin shrugged, observing his almost uncertain expression. "Thought I'd prove to you that I can look nice too, when I actually try."

"You didn't need to." He mused, but before Robin could give a reply, both their attention was drawn to the front of the room where Dumbledore was getting started with his welcoming speech.

Robin turned towards the front to at least pretend to listen, and a few seconds later she noticed the gentle hand that came to rest on the small of her back. She had to smile in an instant, glancing up at Snape out of the corners of her eyes, but he was looking towards the front as neutrally and indifferently as always, always the contrast to his lingering touch. Oh, how she had missed this.

… … …

As soon as the possibility had come up, Snape and Robin had moved back into their usual corner and to their usual table. For a good two hours they stayed sitting there like always, in their usual habit of gossiping and teasing, until at last the inevitable happened, the one thing Robin had indeed seen coming all along.

With the saddest face in history, Cas came approaching them with an expression showing precisely that she was barely able to keep her tears from spilling over. Robin's immediate line of thought went along the path of 'told you so', but she frowned it away and out of her mind, and instead jumped to her feet in honest concern.

"I'll be back in a second." She said to Snape, who nodded in return, then she went to meet Cas a few steps further down the wall. They weren't technically out of sight, but out of earshot at least. "What happened?"

"As if that would be so hard to guess." Cas replied with a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest but making herself so small at the same time that it appeared more as a gesture of holding herself together than defiance. Robin simply went ahead and hugged her then, out of an impulse, and Cas immediately clung onto her in return. "You were right… He's an asshole."

"What did he do?" Robin asked softly, drawing reassuring circles on her friend's back, while on the inside however, she felt furious. Whatever that boy had done, he would pay for making Cas cry. Even if it was just teenage drama, Robin wasn't having it tonight. Or perhaps she just needed a deserving victim for her own annoyance at Cas for not listening to her any earlier.

"He and his two stupid friends wanted to go and hang out somewhere else, somewhere more interesting than here and 'have a little fun'. I said I didn't want to, so they just made fun of me for being such a prudish child and dreadfully boring. Then they just laughed at me and Jos said he should never have asked me to the ball." She mumbled into Robin's shoulder, and only a few seconds later she looked up at her again. "I'm not boring, am I?"

"Not at all." Robin replied with a small smile. "I'm very proud of you for not letting them drag you into something you didn't want to do."

"It's not even that I'm scared to do something forbidden… I couldn't care less, honestly, unless it's something really bad. But I just want to stay here for a while, you know… to enjoy the ball. I like the ball." Cas shrugged, still looking sad about it. "No need to insult me for that, right?"

"Nothing gives them the right to insult you at all." Robin replied pointedly, then let her eyes trail over the room for a second before turning back to Cas. "Did they leave already?"

"No… they wanted to find some other people first who would actually be willing to go with them for their private party." The girl scoffed, pushing her hair behind her ear with a bit more confidence already. "Why?"

"I should have a little talk with Jos, and with his friends as well if needed." Robin stated in a dangerous calm, then started pulling Cas along, back towards her table. Without making much fuss about it, she sat Cas down next to Snape. "Wait here, yes? I'll be right back."

"You don't have to, Robin, really, it's-..."

"Yes, I do have to." She replied calmly, ignoring both Cas' insecure look and Snape's mildly irritated one, and then turned on her heel to find the boy in question. They really needed to have a talk; no one mistreated or ridiculed her friends.

Jos really wasn't too difficult to find, his group of friends practically entertained the entire section of the room. 'Cool and popular' Cas had said… more like 'jocks and jerks'. Robin approached him without slowing down, and even though the boy was only a fifth year, he was a good head taller than her. That didn't intimidate her in the least however, and while being surrounded by so many people, so many strangers, would've made her nervous in any other situation, it did not do so now. She was on a mission, and somehow her body seemed to understand that.

"Jos?" She merely asked in a cold calm tone once she stood facing the boy.

"Uh, yeah? That would be me." He quirked an eyebrow down at her in amusement, while his pals nudged him in the sides with utterly pathetic grins. "The one and only."

"I thought so." Robin returned, then didn't waste a second to follow her impulses once again. The thing about physically strong people was that they usually spent ridiculously little time guarding their minds. Thus it was but an effortless thought on Robin's part, and she was in his mind, staring him down at the same time while he stumbled backwards against a table, then slumped down on the bench behind his legs. She felt his mind trying to lock her out, but it was a pathetic attempt at the most, and thus she went ahead to give him a very clear visual of what would happen to him should he ever dare to say a single bad word about Cas again, in her presence or not. After half a minute of this the boy was a terrified mess, half sitting and half sprawled out on the bench, looking up at Robin with teary eyes while she withdrew from his mind at last. Then she turned to his gawking friends, who hadn't even tried to help their pal.

"Would anyone else like to know what happens when you mess with the wrong people?" She asked politely, and five people shook their heads immediately. As much as she wanted to smirk at that, she kept her face neutral. "Great. Have a nice evening."

Without waiting for their reactions, she turned around once more and made her way through the hall and back towards her own table, feeling her confidence fade the moment she was out of their sight. Geez… she really shouldn't have done that. All those years she'd been doing her best to stand above such impulsive behaviour, and here she was now, mildly torturing a lower year. Letting off steam on other people. Great job, idiot. Perhaps it was the dress that gave her the illusion of too much power. Perhaps it was Snape's company.

"And? How did it go?" Cas asked the very second Robin approached them, and the girl luckily looked a lot more like herself already. Not sad and small anymore, but excited and almost happy again, and Robin found that this was what had made her own uncharacteristic behavior worth it in the end. To see her friends happy, she would gladly go against her higher standards.

"I made him cry." Robin sighed in resignation, and sat down on the bench in between Cas and Snape. "It was a very wrong thing to do though, so don't take it as an example. A negative one, perhaps."

"I don't care if it was wrong, you made him cry for me and that's awesome." Cas grinned, then almost knocked Robin off the bench with a tight hug. "Thank you! I really should have listened to you earlier…"

"It's nothing, really. But yes, you should have." Robin huffed in amusement, even though she still felt mildly concerned about the entire 'revenge leads to more revenge' thing. But she hadn't seen any speckle of that in Jos' mind, so perhaps it really wasn't an issue for once. Not when it was about something so minor, with somebody so imbecilic.

"Uhm, sorry to, uh… to interrupt…" A foreign voice drew Robin's attention to a blond curly haired boy she couldn't remember seeing before, and Cas followed suit while she let go of Robin. The boy obviously seemed unsettled either by Snape or Robin, perhaps by both of them, for he only glanced at them nervously from time to time and otherwise focused on Cas entirely. "I, uh… I couldn't help noticing what my idiot classmates said to you, and well… I just wanted to ask if you were alright?"

Cas blushed a deep crimson, and Robin had to subtly nudge her in the side eventually to remind her that she could speak. "Uh, yeah, I… Thank you. That's… very nice of you to ask."

Robin could practically feel how Snape rolled his eyes at the scene, but she was also very much aware of the fact that he was still here despite everything that had happened in the past minutes. She couldn't help nudging him in the side as well, smirking, and he gave her a glare in return. Robin smiled even more.

"Would you… uh, would you care for a dance perhaps? With me, I mean? I could try to cheer you up with my horrible dancing skills and ridiculous jokes." The blonde boy finally got out with a crooked smile, and Cas nodded immediately. Then she gave Robin a questioning look, but she just motioned for her to go ahead already. Thus, within seconds, Cas and the boy vanished in the crowd.

"I have never seen something more pathetic in my entire life." Snape finally remarked dryly, and Robin had to snort at the comment. It was absolutely only for show, and she knew that just as well as him.

"Oh come on, I think it was adorable." She replied with a smirk. "I feel a lot better about this one than that prick she came here with."

"You are aware that I missed the important bits of the conversation, yes?"

"I know." Robin sighed, then turned to him to explain. "Fifth year, straight brown hair, very tall, called Jos. Might be a nickname though. You know him?"

"Yes. I could've told you from the start that he is a complete dunderhead."

"I for my part knew that from the start as well, but Cas didn't want to believe me when I told her. Either way, he asked her to the ball, she had high hopes, but then he and his friends made fun of her, right before she came here. So much for the pre-story." Robin sighed again, her smile faltering. "Then I did something stupid and very much unlike me. I went over there and basically bashed him in the head with a few pictures strategically placed in his mind, of what I would do to him if he kept on being an arse."

"So that's what got him to shiver in fear at the mere sight of you." Snape mused with a not-smirk, and Robin was twice surprised in return.

"You saw that?" She asked first of all, frowning.

"I did indeed. Most of it, at least."

"And you're not disappointed? Not even telling me how idiotic that was? How imbecile and irresponsible and redundant?" She added the second question right on, and part of her hoped that he would do just what she'd said, and part of her hoped for the opposite. "You've been telling me since first year how stupid impulsive reactions like this are!"

"Why would I need to tell you something you are already well aware of?" He quirked an eyebrow at her, but upon her defeated expression, he finally sighed as well. "Sometimes we do a wrong thing for the right reasons. You defended someone you care about. I doubt that could even be considered wrong in the first place."

"And using legilimency on lower years? How are you going to justify that?"

"I won't, that certainly was wrong by any means. But I enjoyed watching it nonetheless." He said with another not-smirk, which finally got Robin to smile as well. "You certainly know how to intimidate people. It's quite impressive."

"I learned from the very best." She replied with a smirk, and he rolled his eyes in return, while his own smile still lingered on his lips.

They just kept on chatting for a while then, the incident soon forgotten and insignificant, and before long things returned to normal. Almost normal, for they were left sitting closer together than ever after Cas had left, shoulders almost touching now, heat brushing against the bare skin of Robin's arms when her robe sleeves moved out of the way. She knew that he must take notice of the closeness as well, of her shoulder gently brushing against his arm from time to time whenever she moved, and yet he didn't move away at all. The thought made her smile.

They had been listening to the music for a while, merely enjoying each other's company like they did so very often, when Robin caught sight of Cas dancing with the blond boy again. It had been an hour at least since they had left to dance; obviously it was going quite well, and Robin couldn't help being curious.

"Who is the boy dancing with Cas anyway?" She asked Snape, while still keeping her eyes on the couple on the dancefloor.

"Curious, are we?" He mused in return, undoubtedly humoured. "His name is Simon Durrell, fifth year. Ravenclaw. He is quite horrible at potions, but smarter and therefore less of a nuisance than his peers. Wears his heart on his sleeves quite like your friend."

"Good." Robin smiled up at Snape at last. "I would've hated having to behead him if he was a jerk to Cas. She looks happy dancing with him."

"You should be dancing as well." Snape said in a sudden feigned neutrality that made Robin's smile fade in return. "One doesn't wear a gown like that only to hide in a corner all night."

"Why not?" She shrugged, focusing on her hands in her lap. Was he trying to get rid of her? Find a polite excuse to get away? No, that wouldn't be like him at all. He would just get up and leave if he wanted to. Robin didn’t know what he wanted to hear. "Nobody's ever asked me to dance anyway."

"Oh please... You are by far better than waiting for some dunderhead to ask you for a dance. Go and ask someone first, someone who deserves your company." His tone turned from neutral to grave in a broken second, as he turned to look away along with it. "Or at least someone who knows that they never will."

There was something ineffably sad about his words, his voice, his eyes when she looked up at him once more. He wasn't trying to get rid of her… He was giving her the chance to be happier elsewhere, without him. Robbin’s heart skipped a beat, then squeezed all air out of her lungs. If only he knew; if only she could make him understand. Then again… Perhaps she could.

"You know what? I will." Robin replied determinedly, and rose to her feet with one graceful move. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed out her dress with shaking hands, standing straight after sitting for so long, and then finally turned back around to Snape. Gods, he looked so sad under all those facades. She took another deep breath, then held out her hand to him. "Would you do me the honor and dance with me?"

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marauders70s · 4 years

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a collection of dumb hp-p&r text memes

dumbledore, gesturing: could a depressed person make this???

mcgonagall: your hand is literally rotting off

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harry: sometimes I feel like arguing with you is like arguing with the sun.

hermione: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I AM SUPER CHILL ALL THE TIME.

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pansy: you look awful

draco: what up bitch i just ran a 5k

pansy: really?

draco: no i threw up blood in the shower

pansy: that fight with potter really got ya down huh

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harry: hey ron are you okay

ron, wearing the locket, staring straight ahead at a tree: yeah i'm fine it's just that life is pointless and nothing matters and I'm always tired.

harry: hermione it's your turn

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sirius, at any minor convenience: everything hurts and i'm dying

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goyle: I once knew a guy for seven years and never learned his name. best friend i ever had. we still never talk sometimes, because he's dead.

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oliver: sometimes you gotta do a little work so you can ball a lot.

mcgonagall: that is incorrect

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james, during house arrest: If I keep my body moving, and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.

lily, from the couch: oops

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snape, at a christmas dinner: I can still smell her hair at night

dumbledore, pouring a generous amount of mulled wine: Put some alcohol in your mouth to block the words from coming out.

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ron: hermione, i'm not using your color coded talking planner

hermione: we need to get good grades on our OWLs!

ron: there's nothing that could motivate me to use it

hermione: well, there's nothing we can't do if we work work hard, never sleep, and shirk from all other responsibilities in our lives.

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harry: Professor, I wanna go home early. Ooh, hold on actually, hang on. Yeah, no, I wanna quit and never come here again.

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ron: i'm going to tell you all my secrets

hermione: you don't have to do that

ron: I once forgot to brush my teeth for five weeks

ron: I didn't actually break charlie's wand all the way I just hid it and forgot where

ron: I don't know who scrimgeour is and at this point I'm too afraid to ask.

ron: when they have 2 sickles a scoop on salamander eyes i'm not sure where the rest of the salamander goes

ron: when i was a baby fred turned my teddy into a spider and i got so scared my mum took me to a mindhealer and they wrote a textbook about me

ron: i once threw a garden gnome so hard that it hit my sister in the face and began attacking her

hermione, looking up from her book: what did ginny do?

ron: she bit it and it ran off.

hermione: classic

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severus: no matter what i do nothing bad can happen to me. i'm like a white wizengamot official who pretended they were mind-controlled after the fall of the dark lord

lucius: I resent that

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sirius: thank merlin my great uncle alphard just died so I am fluuuuusheeeeeed with galleeeeooonsss

remus: I'm going to regret this flatshare

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seamus: i passed up a gay halloween party to see this troll. Do you know how much fun gay Halloween parties are? Last year I saw three Peverell Brothers make out with three Viktor Krums. It was amazing.

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luna: We need to remember what's important in life. Friends, unpredictable creatures, and school. Or unpredictable creatures, friends, school. It doesn't matter. But school is third.

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tom riddle: I totally hear you, but I also don't like what you're saying. So if you say no, I will release a giant snake in the bathroom

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luna: would you like some -

hermione: no! I am going to run for minister of magic someday, so no, thank you. I mean, not that I haven't - I ate a brownie once at quidditch cup party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable, actually. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there wasn't any potions in the brownie, it was just an insanely good brownie.

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sirius: do i look like the kind of person who drinks water

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neville: flying is the worst. I know it keeps you healthy, but merlin, at what cost?

ron: okay, you don't have to join the pick up game -

neville: no no i want to be included. i'll come

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james: What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring really loudly at me.

sirius: that's not right

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mcgongall: I think you’ve got several options. They’re all terrible…but you have them.

peter: this career counseling session is getting a bit intense

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neville: how are you handling the...breakup...

ginny: I’m gonna buy some sweat pants and a Gilderoy Lockhart novel. Might as well lean into it.

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dumbledore, in the staff room, extremely intoxicated: Who hasn’t had gay thoughts?

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james: Goodbye, Lily Evans, my head girl partner. Hello, Lily Potter, my fallopian princess.

lily: i should have never married you. or at least made you wear a condom

james: what's a-

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sprout: I’m a simple lesbian. I like pretty, dark-haired women, and man-killing plants.

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sirius: A couple more rules: if you ever read a sad book, you have to wear mascara so we can see whether or not you’ve been crying. There’s no noise allowed on Mondays. And no magic after breakfast.

peter: er i'm sorry this was the dorm assigned to me...

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remus: Hogwarts Library is headed by the most diabolical, ruthless bureaucrat I’ve ever seen. She's like a death eater but instead of avada kedavra and crucio she uses shame and shhhing.

james: she wouldn't let him into the restricted section without a note

remus, choking back tears: I AM A PREFECT

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pansy: I have never flown the high road. But I tell other people to ‘cause then there’s more room for me on the low road.

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hermione: If I had a stripper’s name, it would be Equality. for house elves and all beings.

ron: if i had a stripper's name it would be sugar striped candy pole for my -

harry: hermione, DON'T -

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sir cadogen: You know, in the 1880’s, there were a few years that were pretty rough and tumble here at Hogwarts. This depicts kind of a famous fight between Morpheus Rane, a prefect in Slytherin house, and Wilhemena Batlock, a Hufflepuff seventh year. The original title of this painting was ‘A Lively Fisting.’ But y’know, they had to change it for…obvious reasons.

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bellatrix, in the afterlife: i regret nothing. the end.

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harry: I don’t want to be overdramatic, but today felt like a hundred years in hell and the absolute worst day of my life.

tofty: I'm sorry but you WILL have to repeat your history of magic OWL

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james: Lucky for me, I’ve processed all my feelings. And I’ve gone through the five stages of grief - Denial, anger, picking on Peter, cat adoption, reckless dueling, cat returning to the adoption place, reading all Martin Miggs books in the series (what i was picking on peter for actually), and not giving a flying fuck.

remus: you can't say fuck

james: oh great i'm going to have to start the process all over again.

remus: peter, you'd better run

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dudley: I’m allergic to magic candy. Every time I eat more than 80 sweeties I barf.

fred: how about...81

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sirius: I’ll have a glass of your most expensive red wine mixed with a glass of your cheapest white wine served in a dog bowl. Silly straws all around, please.

remus: this is why we can't date in public

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neville: I’m gonna get drunk and then I’m gonna order a three course meal where each course is made of dessert.

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arthur: I promised myself I was not going to cry tonight, and I’ve already broken that promise five times. But I will not break it a sixth.

bill: dad maybe you shouldn't give a toast while fleur's family is still here

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gilderoy: I have no idea what I’m doing, but I know I’m doing it really, really well.

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pansy: Use him. Abuse him. Lose him. That’s the Parkinson motto.

draco: I thought the Parkinson motto is don't look at me you whore.

pansy: the motto is really more like a chapter book.

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harry: You’re ridiculous and pureblood rights is nothing.

voldemort: wow

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tonks: I would like a glass of red wine and I’ll take the cheapest one you have because I can’t tell the difference.

sirius: cheers i'll drink to that

remus: put. the bowl. down.

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eh, and just one for the road: “I wonder who else was born in Eagleton. Voldemort, probably.” – Leslie Knope

#parks and rec #hp memes #incorrect harry potter

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catubarca · 5 years

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Harry Potter Next Generation Headcanons

im bored. im full of emotions, and am rly missing the HP world... i just want to write down my headcannons for the next gen kiddos tbh.

please remember these are just my opinions? its okay if yours are different. im just bored and want to share my thoughts,,

Teddy Lupin

his name is Theodore Remus “Teddy” Lupin. it’s just what it is

I don’t care what JKR says, to me his name will always be Theodore

i can’t do this “Edward” stuff im so sorry,,,

h u f f l e p u f f

proper school uniform? never heard of it

messy hair, messy clothes

punk rock child

we’re talking like,,,at least two (2) lip piercings ok

absolutely terrible in herbology. do not leave this child alone in a greenhouse, bad things happen

fuckin hoards chocolate

its a problem

dating Victorie Weasley

random bursts of dancing

keeps a lock of hair pink for his mother

lives with the Potters, enjoys pretending to be Ginny to ground his siblings

“Lily, why aren’t you coming out of your room? Dinner’s ready?” “You said I’m grounded! You tell me!” “What? Oh, for the- THEODORE REMUS LUPIN-“

s m i r k s

effortlessly cool,,, but so so dorky,,, in a cool way

Victorie Weasley

ravenclaw!

looks a lot like her mother, Fleur, but inherited those Weasley freckles

a little confused a lot of the time

absolute sweet tooth (teddy abuses this fact a lot)

Mom Friend™

will help you with your homework

always got a book on her

super beautiful and like,,,, the absolute nicest person,,, but

cannot dance

like at all

adores Charms class

a softie you don’t want to cross

“I’m the oldest”

Dominique Weasley

inherited the Classic Weasley Red Hair™

idolises her Uncle Charlie

“I wanna save animals and work with cool dragons, just like Uncle Charlie does!”

Bill almost has a heart attack

always bringing stray animals home

(“is that a lizard in your pocket, Dominique?” “Yes! His name is Blob.” “You know how your father’s afraid of reptiles, sweetheart, you can’t bring it inside.”)

Gryffindor child

favourite class is definitely Care of Magical Creatures, she and Hagrid like to talk about proper care methods for rare creatures

perpetual dirt stains

BIG middle child vibes

doesn’t really label her sexuality… just kinda does what she wants rly

all the pets in Hogwarts love her

rumours are she’s got an innate, natural magical ability to make them all love her

(she feeds them under the table)

it’s a mystery

big advocate for animal rights

f e m i n i s t

willing to throw hands at all times

usually all smiles though

one of those people who use their whole bodies to laugh

kind of an accidental heartthrob

romcoms

Louis Weasley

looks the most like his mother

ravenclaw

absolutely filled with curiosity. always reading or talking or learning

random facts

(how do you even find that sort of information?

you don’t want to know)

coffee boy

sort of musically talented?

he and James Sirius preach the importance of skincare to all who will listen

secretly full of sass and dry wit

vry graceful and fluid

e y e r o l l

awkward smiles? can never smile properly in photos

on the ravenclaw quidditch team

Ravenclaw Prefect

(“You might be older, but I’m taller.” “Fuck off!”)

only watches High Quality™ tv shows/media

kind of a disaster, despite the gracefulness

Molly Weasley

Classic red hair

comes across as a bit uptight, like her father

I don’t care what you think. (She really cares what you think.)

E y e b r o w s

death glares

drinks like 5 cups of coffee in the morning

studies,,, like a lot

definitely a Gryffindor though

mom jeans

always ready to debate a topic. will destroy opponents.

has been trying to start a successful Debate Club for like 4 years now

naturally falls into the position of a group leader

would be a teacher’s pet, if she wasn’t ready At All Times™ to debate the relevancy of the course syllabus or outdated teaching methods

got into a fight with Severus Snape’s portrait in Headmistress McGonagall’s office.

(Dumbledore’s portrait was laughing, until she turned and ragged on him for a bit. Minerva thought it was absolutely hilarious, so she just let Molly go at it for a while).

full of rage towards everything, but wears a very careful mask of aloofness

to calm down, she likes painting her nails

she’s very good at it

she’s also very good at painting and art in general, weirdly enough

Lucy Weasley

G R Y F F I N D O R

adores shitty puns and has a terrible sense of humour

brown hair, not red

loves to prank people, which makes her Uncle George very proud

Percy complains about her behaviour, but makes sure he knows he’s proud too

(charming all the cauldrons in the potions classroom to scream whenever they’re stirred takes a more complex understanding of spell work than one would expect).

a pit of a punk streak

rly loves hip hop

high key drama queen

does she ever stop yelling? we’re yet to find out

average grades in terms of theory, but she’s the best in terms of applying information

especially for her pranks

has allies throughout the castle, from the portraits to the students

the bigger the prank, the better

but is a firm believer in “confuse, don’t abuse”

all her pranks are mostly harmless

is a surprising lover of older literature, like Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, an influence of her sister

a bit rebellious

Fred Weasley II

name isn’t officially “the second”, but it sounds cooler

James Potter, Lucy Weasley, Molly Weasley and Fred Weasley are like the Marauders 2.0

says “squad” and “lit” unironically

niche humour

hipster vibes

avid music lover

smiley sunshine child

takes after his mother the most in looks, just like his sister

a chill type of gryffindor

plays quidditch, and is an excellent chaser, just like his mother

the absolute undisputed King™ of puppy-dog eyes

just,,,, beautiful

the True teacher’s pet

hands in his work on time,, asks lots of questions,,, likes helping students understand their work,, what a boy

can hella nyoom

runs so fast

look at him go

as you might expect, loves a good prank. always down for a laugh

Roxanne Weasley

Gryffindor and pROUD

absolute Queen tbh

was definitely Head Prefect or Gryffindor Prefect at some point

loved by the school

absolute legend

G I R L P O W E R

infectious laughter

has a soft spot for Louis Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy

these poor disaster children,,,, they need a Mother

M O M

big mom vibes

mothers the hell out of all the first years

a feminist through and through

can be found nodding aggressively to Molly Weasley’s semi-deranged, furious ranting

YAAAASS

loves slang. uses so much slang. always up to date with trends and memes

has all the gossip

becomes a mess around pretty girls

absolute blushing, stuttering disaster around cute girls oh my god

her eye make-up game is killer

sparkly

Distinguished Lesbian

Rosie Weasley

did someone say Weasley™?

red hair and freckles and curls oh my

on the autism spectrum, has trouble socialising sometimes

hella passionate about stuff

hangs out with Scorpius and Albus, the Golden Trio 2.0

f em ini st

her jokes are the best. high quality sense of humour.

Ravenclaw

likes to read. it’s quiet in the school library, which is nice.

abysmal at herbology

surprisingly good at Care of Magical Creatures though? Animals are just,,, so much easier to deal with

overall, really good grades though

bit of a silent type, but she’s actually a riot to hang out with

actually pretty good at quidditch? She’s not on the team, and she’s not super interested in playing, but?? She’s not bad??

She can land a solid hit with a beater’s bat

(eyes you judgementally over the top of a book)

dry wit humour

will throw hands over chess

Hugo Weasley

hufflepuff

unbeatable at chess, like his dad

a lost puppy

someone please help this child

softie

kind of low-key emotional

so supportive!! and loyal!! high-key best friend material

foodie. loves food. please feed him.

takes a bit more after his dad appearance wise

loves to cook. spends lots of time with grandma Molly and his dad in the kitchen

Professor Longbottom is his favourite professor, because he’s more chilled and laidback.

other professors and classes fill him with Distress™

loves astronomy too

maths whizz, so good at arithmancy

(“uh, actually-“)

a little bossy, like his mother

is trying so hard

maybe a little too hard

a bit insecure and nervous, but so soft

please treat this child carefully and with love

James Sirius Potter

Gryffindor

L O U D

a fucking disaster child

what’d you expect, putting “James” and “Sirius” together?

DRAMATIC GASPING

flails his hands around when he talks

s t r u t s

bisexual mess, had a crush on both the Longbottom children at some point

is better than you at everything

including being a different gender

fuck you that’s why

so pretty

he’s so pretty

is thIS CHILD EVER NOT LAUGHING AT SOMETHING OH My god

laughs at everything

all the time

always

high-key emotional

badly timed finger guns

looks like a model in photos? wtf?

gets invited to Girls Nights™

wears nail polish and makeup

loves to yell at people about gender roles and defying stereotypes

TEA SIS

not on the quidditch team surprisingly enough, even though he’s pretty good

prefers to be in the stands, doing A+ commentary on the games

if he can get Fred to stop mid-air due to unbearable, suffocating laughter at least once a game it’s a win in his books

has it OUT for the hufflepuff quidditch team and no one knows why??

definitely makes puns on his name

it drives everyone insane

harry always replies he’s just making his namesake proud

that also drives everyone insane

smug lil shit

Albus Severus Potter

“It’s just Al.”

S L Y T H E R I N

will always find a way to get what he wants, eventually

“dad, why did you name me this way?”

unimpressed

sigh

hella smart. is topping at least five classes

Aunt Hermione is his favourite. She’s the fucking Mistress of Magic! All that power, the ability to make change and improve the Magical World as a whole-

sass master

the reason headmistress mcgonagall keeps a bottle of scotch under her desk at all times

the only potter child to inherit The Eyes™

absolute insomniac

kind of emo, but turns into a fucking softie around Scorpius Malfoy it’s hilarious

adverse to violence. prefers a verbal beatdown method

really tall? despite having shorties for parents??? no one saw it coming

(especially not Teddy. He’s always scared of losing his last few inches of height)

Functional Gay

he’s on the slytherin quidditch team, as a seeker

Lily Luna Potter

Gryffindor

FEMINIST

do not mess with lily luna potter

she may seem cute and sweet, but she will destroy you

inherited her father’s black hair

disaster lesbian

transfiguration is her favourite subject, by far

has no idea what she wants to do with the rest of her life.

Existential Crisis Father-Daughter Bonding Time™

do you ever sleep?

takes after Ginny the most in personality

also, kind of the most like James Fleamont Potter in personality, too?

Loves to help her brother out with pranks, laughs at him when he gets caught and she gets away with it

The only one of the Potter Children who hasn’t got into a fight with Severus Snape’s portrait

because she just ignores him instead

loves talking to the portraits around the castle

Super good at Quidditch, is on the team as a Chaser

Quidditch Captain at some point

adores Hagrid, but who out of the Potter children doesn’t?

Idolises Minerva McGonagall

just as oblivious as her father

Scorpius Malfoy

Actually in Ravenclaw, not Slytherin, much to many people’s surprise

abSOLUTE DADDY’S BOY

super close with his dad

Draco is just so supportive of like everything he does (unlike his father)

classic blonde malfoy looks

actually really funny?

a cuddler. loves hugs. always leeching warmth off of someone

he and Rosie sometimes finger-tip-touch which is their version of a hug, because he know’s she’s not super comfortable with touch

was basically adopted by the Weasley’s and Potter’s

James Sirius will murder for this child

booknerd, always rambling to Al and Rosie about new books coming out he’s interested in reading.

has had a crush on Albus Potter since like 1st year

always worried about making his dad proud, and keeping up the Malfoy name

sweet tooth

he’s just,, soft. just a warm, happy child. he wants love, and affection. someone tell him he’s doing okay, please.

needs,,, validation,,,

he’ll tell you out loud that he has no favourite aunts or uncles, but he secretly really likes spending time with his Uncle Ron

they had a talk, once, in like the middle of the night at a sleepover with Rosie and Al, about feeling insecure in comparison to others, and learning to be proud of yourself for your achievements

there were a few tears, but it was nice

Ron was actually the third person he told, besides his dad and Rosie, about having a crush on Al

openly a disaster romantic. trash taste in romance novels.

always welcome in the Potter-Weasley households

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harrypotterandthefandomaccount · 6 years

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Thanks For the Landing

request: first love your account you doing amazing boo ♥️🤧 and B) I was wondering if you can do a Snape x reader where the reader is a amazing quidditch player and like on her last year of school during a game she gets knock out of her broom and like land on snape lap but he really don’t push her off and they kinda just have that “ oh shit “ moment and the reader just whispers low and says “ fuck it” and kisses him and well he kisses back bunch of fluff and like all this feelings ( if you can write it)

summary: you take a tumble off your broom while playing your last game ever of Quidditch at Hogwarts. That tumble landed you on Severus Snape’s lap.

warnings: none except one curse word, some trash talk but thats it

note: wow hey im back!! ngl i got very lazy and did not wanna upload but its only my last days of freedom before school so might as well. anyways, im sorry ive been gone but i not only got lazy but i have summer reading and volleyball so ig i have a kinda full schedule. i’ll be doing my v best to upload for yall! enjoy!

Usually on any other given day, the gold headband would feel tight and give you a headache. Though today seemed to be a different case. You didn’t feel the tightness of the band nor did you feel the throbbing of your head. All you felt was excitement.

Seven(7) years had flown by since your first day at Hogwarts and now here you were, playing your last Quidditch game ever. Well, just at Hogwarts. You figured you’d try to be a seeker for a professional team after school. However, you had figured that Professor Snape would not be happy with that answer.

He had always wanted you to persue potions; whether that included being his assistant or just something that included your gift of potions. That man had been your guide to the subject, refusing to see one look of struggle on your face. Severus Snape made sacrifices(at first, his patience) for you, then he knew these sacrifices had the most positive outcomes.

Never had he thought that staying after an extra hour to help you would make him see the light and love for potions through another’s eyes. You hadn’t openly expressed how important the subject was to you; Herbology and Charms, even Transfiguration had all been a breeze, yet Potions was one yet to conquer. Severus Snape never knew.

But now he does, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. Snape knew you had some worth, yet he wished he was more open about how proud he was. Feelings had never been his thing; keeping them hidden inside seemed like a better idea. Even so, Snape felt like he could trust you, and that he did. He touched you like he never had any other woman; with love.

Shame never clouded his mind when he touched you, even just a brush of your hair if it came too close to the cauldron. Snape’s heart pulled - no, strained - at the feeling of you but of course, only the law held you back. Graduation was only days away and the both of you couldn’t wait. Anticipation had now become one of your enemies.

Looking at the clock, exactly 24 seconds stood between you and the pitch for you two(2) seekers. Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw/Slytherin/Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw/Slytherin/Gryffindor had already started with being an intense game, chasers already getting penalties by other chasers. Keepers for your house kept their stance, ready to decide if they needed a fourth(4th) chaser or no.

Hearing a buzz drifted you out of your trance, hopping onto your broom quickly and making your way onto the field. Some of your fellow teammates had already scored points, but so had the other team. So far, the game was at 30-20, your house. Taking a breath, Madam Hooch made her way into the middle of the pitch and opened the box, quickly seeing the whizzing gold ball fly away.

Meeting eyes with the fellow seeker of the other house, you scurried and made way to find that snitch.

Your house now had possession of the Quaffle, hearing that kid Andre say over the microphone. Gripping onto your broom and pushing forward, you found yourself right behind the other house’s seeker. The snitch whirled off to the left, making itself very close to the columns holding the students. Staying comfortable behind the other seeker, you veered to the right to see how close they were to the snitch.

“Only a couple feet,” you said to yourself, hoping the ball would at least elevate itslelf a bit higher. Glancing down, you saw it was only about a ten(10) foot drop.

As if the snitch read your mind, it suddenly zoomed upwards, catching the other seeker off guard, almost crashing into a column. Laughing, you gripped your broom and flew up vertically then found yourself looking at the snitch upside down. Flipping, you dodged a Quaffle to the face as the other house scored another 10 points. “40-30,” you mumbled, making sure to keep your eyes on the fast ball.

You glanced to your side, seeing the other seeker right there. “Fancy weather up here, huh?” you asked, not hesitating to push them aside. They cursed, “you better watch your back, L/N!”

Pushing them one last time, the other seeker lost their grip on their broom and had to take a stop. With a chuckle, you looked around to find the snitch again; however, it had taken another stroll upwards. Now, you were face to face with all the students on higher ground, seeing a couple teachers stay in the elevated seats.

Your team’s beater had a bludger in hand, ready to knock down a player from the opposite team. Quickly dodging their way, you did a quick 360 to the right with a tight grip on your broom. The snitch was so close and the other seeker was nowhere to be found.

Noticing you were on the long side of the pitch, you decided to give a new idea a shot. Taking a deep breath, you made sure nobody was in your way; seemed like the snitch was doing the same thing. Holding onto the broom carefully, you slowly raised your left leg yet keeping your eyes on the snitch.

With an equal balance and a good eye, you raised your right leg along with your left arm. Only your right arm remained. Hearing gasps all around you had not helped your situation; “let go, let go, let go,” you mumbled, eyes not taking a glance away from the snitch.

Slowly, but carefully, you stood confidently on your broom, finding yourself just inches away from the fast ball. Taking a step forward on your right foot, you reached a hand out to only feel the wings. You grunted, shifting your right foot to find yourself barely grasping the snitch.

“Come on,” you said to the snitch, leaning forward and just about to grab it until the other seeker shoved you right off your broom.

A yell escaped your lips as you closed your eyes, not currently looking to see what was in your hand. Gasps erupted all around you, students standing on their tip-toes to see if you were alright. Flying through air for only a bit, you were met with a rough but also cushion-y landing, hearing a grunt from below you.

Tired eyes met yours as you finally opened your tightly shut eyes. Brown eyes were filled with concern as you opened your mouth to say something, yet nothing came out.

‘Oh gosh,’ you thought, ‘I just landed on Severus.’

Snape slowly sat up from where he had been thrown back, one hand tightly wrapped around your waist. “Wait, wait,” you said, making him freeze. Everyone had grown silent in the pitch as you glanced around. Your hand had still been closed and the snitch was nowhere to be seen.

A smile made its way onto your face as you felt a flutter in your hand; opening your hand, there it was! The golden snitch flew up from your hand as Madam Hooch blew her whistle, “150 points to Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw/Slytherin/Gryffindor!”

Andre excitedly yelled into the microphone, “that’s the game! Y/N L/N caught the snitch! 150 points to Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw/Slytherin/Gryffindor!”

Cheers from your house and everyone around you made you laugh with joy, realizing you had won your house your last ever Quidditch game. “Congratulations, Miss Y/N,” Snape said, you still very comfortable on his lap with an arm around your waist.

A chuckle left your lips as you carefully brushed a hair from his face, “sorry for landing on you. . .very harshly, might I add.”

With a careful hand, Snape fixed your hair and straightened out your robes, “never an issue. You can land on me anytime.”

Laughing, you ignored the cheering from all the students and teachers about the game. Biting your lip, you giggled and whispered, “fuck it.” With that, you leaned forward and kissed Severus right then and there. No care in your body stopped you, no hesitation whatsoever.

You felt him chuckle within the kiss, tightening his hold on your waist. His long hair came in contact with your face, making you kiss Severus even harder. You no longer wanted to hide, wanted to keep it secret. You loved Severus Snape and gosh, did he love you. If this was how your last Quidditch game ended, you could not wait for Graduation.

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Summary: The Marauders are getting older, and that means so many things. Mischief, heartbreak, and trying to figure out who they really are. They'll face problems within their group, prove their loyalty to each other, and discover the ugliness that is brewing in the wizarding world at large. Welcome to Years 2-4 of the Marauders time at Hogwarts. **This piece is a sequel to Behind the Mango Tree, however, you do not have to have read the first installment to pick this up. It does stand alone, but there is some carry over from the last book, especially with inter-character relationships. Basically, you don't have to have read BtMT, but it certainly helps. Word Count: 2376 Links: FFnet | ao3

A/N: Okay, here we go! Welcome to Part II of the Better Together universe! This installment of the story will cover years 2-4, so there'll be a lot going on, and we'll be moving through each year pretty quickly. I've written several chapters of this story already, but not necessarily the first several, so I'm going to try my best to stick to a weekly posting. If all goes according to plan, you can expect a new chapter every Wednesday, and I'll try my best to let you know if I'm going to be late. Beyond that, I don't have much in the way of notes for this chapter - we're picking up largely where we left off. Remus' younger sister died, there was a funeral over the summer, and now the Marauders are returning to Hogwarts for their second year.

Chapter 1: Common Knowledge

“So the one who brought all the chocolate, that was your Uncle Benjy?” Sirius asked, idly moving his rook across the chessboard.

Peter had brought a muggle chess set with him for the train ride, thinking that the others might enjoy it. As the only one of the four boys to have a muggle childhood, Peter often delighted in exposing his friends to various muggle innovations. He’d brought chess, Monopoly, Sorry! and Battleship with him to entertain them on the long train ride. Naturally, they’d begun round robin chess and Battleship tournaments almost as soon as the train left Kings Cross.

“Cecil,” Remus answered, shaking his head lightly, his eyes focused on the board, trying to decide how best to counter Sirius’ move.

“Right,” Sirius said, looking disappointed with himself. “And he’s your father’s brother.”

Again, Remus shook his head, “Mum’s.”

“Bloody hell,” Sirius swore, fisting a hand in his curls.

Remus tore his eyes away from their game and fixed Sirius with a look.

“Sirius, it doesn’t matter,” he said, trying to calm his friend down, but it was no use. Sirius looked furious with himself, but Remus couldn’t understand why remembering the names of his family members was so important.

“IT DOES MATTER!” Sirius exploded, slamming his fist against the compartment door, and it shook noisily.

All three boys looked at him with alarm. They had become acquainted with Sirius’ temper in their first year, and knew well enough that it was best to avoid angering him, but they had never seen him like this. His hands fisted in his messy black curls, ready to tear them out.

“Sirius, it’s all right, just calm down,” James said, trying to pacify his friend.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Remus suggested, flashing his friends a meaningful look. He sensed that Sirius needed some breathing room – he was never any good at processing emotions in front of other people.

“No, I don’t –“ Sirius seethed.

“Too bad, I’m hungry, so let’s find the food trolley,” Remus cut him off, pulling him to his feet and pushing Sirius out the door of the compartment.

Sirius started moving quickly, walking like he was late for something. His agitation was evident in his movements, and Remus tried to keep up while keeping enough distance. When they were a decent distance from their compartment, in a car that was mostly occupied by older students from different houses, Remus finally spoke.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” he asked, grabbing Sirius’ wrist.

“I’m a bloody idiot, that’s what,” Sirius grumbled in reply, his hands curling into fists at his side.

“No, you’re not,” Remus answered automatically. “Why are you trying so hard to memorize my entire family tree?”

“I don’t know, I just...” Sirius couldn’t seem to find the words, and he looked at Remus, willing the other boy to understand without them, but Remus just waited patiently. “You matter to me, and your family matters to you, so...”

Sirius shrugged, and Remus nodded, smiling. Remus had sometimes wondered if Sirius’ offhanded remark about the inferiority of magical creatures last spring hadn’t affected their friendship more than either of them realized. Sirius seemed to have learned from the mistake, and Remus had genuinely forgiven him, but still... sometimes it niggled at his mind. Forgiven or not, neither of them could ever quite forget that it had happened. And there were moments, every now and then, where Sirius seemed to be extra... well, sweet, to Remus, and he had sometimes considered that it might be his way of trying to make up for what had happened. Remus wondered if that’s what this was, Sirius’ demonstration that Remus’ family, his values were important.

“Thank you,” Remus offered, and Sirius seemed to relax a bit at the words. “But you don’t have to memorize everyone in my family to show me that you care. Just being a friend to me is enough right now.”

“You miss her a lot, don’t you?” Sirius asked quietly.

“All the time,” Remus answered sadly. “But it’ll be easier at Hogwarts, I’ll be busy and it won’t feel quite as strange that she isn’t there.”

Sirius nodded, not sure what else he could say. He’d never met Remus’ sister, but he knew that they had been close, and he couldn’t imagine how painful it would be to lose Regulus, as it was, let alone if he and Regulus had grown up as close as Remus and Zeva had.

“For the record,” Remus said, interrupting Sirius’ thoughts and placing his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “Asking about her, that’s how I know that you care about me.”

Sirius smiled, and the two of them hugged briefly, before setting off for their compartment again. Peter and James had taken over the chessboard, and Peter was soundly thumping James, who was down to two pawns, a rook, a knight, and his royalty.

The rest of the train ride passed less eventfully. Sorry! had gotten perhaps too competitive, and they had all needed some time to cool off after finishing it. Peter narrowly beat Remus in the chess tournament and James won battleship handily. When the food trolley finally made its way to them, they had gorged themselves on food, until they felt like they would never eat again.

As the sun dipped low over the horizon, Peter, Sirius, and James all dozed off, while Remus pulled out a book and began to read. The final hour to Hogsmeade passed, and Remus shook his friends awake as they pulled into the station.

As the four boys disembarked at Hogsmeade Station, they looked around wondering what they were supposed to do this year. Last year the first years had been called to cross the Black Lake by boat, but they had no idea how the second years had been transported.

“Marlene!” Sirius called, running after the third year girl.

“Hey, what’s up?” she answered, slowing her steps to allow the younger boys to catch up to her. She had grown over the summer, her skinny legs much longer than Sirius’.

“Good summer?” Sirius asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer. “Clearly we don’t take the boats this year, so how do we get to the school?”

“I hope we don’t have to walk,” Peter groaned, rubbing his face tiredly.

“Don’t worry, Pettigrew, you don��t have to walk far,” Marlene laughed. “There’s some carriages that will take us up.”

“Excellent,” Peter sighed.

They followed Marlene up the path to the large wrought iron gates at the edge of Hogwarts’ grounds. Students poured into carriages, six apiece, all lined up, waiting to be occupied. As soon as the doors closed, the carriage would set off, pulled by nothing but a pair of harnesses hanging in midair. The four boys clamored into a carriage with Marlene and Emmeline Vance.

Peter alone seemed content with their company, smiling awkwardly at the older girls. Sirius was looking around, trying to see if he could watch Regulus following Hagrid into the distance. Remus was searching for Georgiana, no doubt, eager to see his best friend outside of their little circle. James was staring into the distance, lost in thought as he watched Lily Evans’ braid disappear into another carriage with Severus Snape. He never could believe that she would be friends with him, the utter dirtbag that he was.

Their carriage set off with a jolt, carrying them up the pathway to the towering castle looming above them. The scenery whisked by them, trees and the lake and the quidditch pitch. Before long, they were pulling up to the carved oak doors of the Great Entrance and climbing out of the carriage. Without ceremony, the students – all but the first years – proceeded through the doors and the Entrance Hall, and into the Great Hall, taking their seats at their house tables.

There was chatter filling the Hall as students caught up with their friends that they hadn’t seen since the end of last term. Even Peter and Remus seemed more talkative than usual as they passed by other Gryffindors. Those who hadn’t been at the funeral offered Remus their condolences, no matter how well they knew him. Sirius rolled his eyes at the insincerity of it all, unable to understand why people would go out of their way to offer sympathy they didn’t really feel to someone they couldn’t care less about.

He flopped into a seat and craned his neck to look toward the doorway, waiting to see when the first years would be brought in to be Sorted and join their new houses. Eventually, Professor McGonagall led the first years through the doors and between the rows of tables, bringing them to a stop in front of the long, high table of professors. She made her speech about how the Sorting would proceed, and then prepared to begin.

Sirius sat at the Gryffindor table, fidgeting as he watched the first years get sorted into their houses. It was a new experience for all of them, sitting on the benches and waiting to find out who would join their ranks, instead standing in terror waiting to find out what test they would be subjected to in order to find out where they fit. Up and down the tables, the second years stuck out like a sore thumb. They were the students sitting with a mix of relief at knowing their place and discomfort at not knowing what to do with themselves Those with younger siblings being sorted – Sirius, Calliope Kendrick, even Caspian Calanon – looked the most nervous.

The Sorting started, and Lloyd Aubrey – Bertram’s younger brother – went to Hufflepuff, followed by a muggle-born named Simon Beringer.

Sirius never wanted Regulus to face the kind of anger from his parents that he’d been subject to. He knew that if Reg were sorted into any house but Slytherin, his parents would be furious. Maybe not as furious as they had been with him, they would find a way to salvage it for darling Regulus, but they’d still be angry. And yet, Sirius felt that being out of Slytherin was Reg’s only chance to get away from their parents’ toxic ideology. He knew that not all Slytherins were bad people, that they didn’t all believe in blood purity and wizarding superiority. Artemis Arandur was lovely, Anselmo Durion was nice enough, and Sirius thought Dagdan Rowle might be on the right side of things, though he was so quiet it was hard to tell. But Sirius knew Reg wouldn’t fall in with those people, the good ones. Reg was quiet, shy, he would gravitate towards the people they already knew from their parents’ parties and they playdates they had been forced into as children. That meant the Warwick twins, Crabbe, Yaxley, and Heino Selwyn. All the people Sirius worked hard to avoid, or better yet, piss off.

Sirius watched as Regulus walked up to the dais, a nervous expression on his face. Even from far away, Sirius could see his brother’s eyes darting from professor to professor, looking for some reassurance that he had nothing to worry about. He took a deep breath as he sat on the stool in front of everyone, his eyes closed as he waited for the Sorting Hat to be placed on his head. It dropped down around his ears, hiding his eyes from the view, and the entire Hall collectively held its breath.

The minutes seemed to drag on, and Sirius felt like his heart was stopped as he waited for a decision. At last, the hat began to stir, opening its mouth, and Sirius raised himself off the bench slightly.

“Slytherin!” it shouted, and Sirius immediately felt himself deflate.

Regulus looked over his shoulder as Sirius as he walked over to the Slytherin table, amid cheers from the pureblood families they had long associated with. He shrugged, and from the look in his eyes, Sirius knew that Regulus was not surprised by his sorting at all, but he thought it might not have been the result he was hoping for.

With a sigh, Sirius sank back into his seat, pouring himself a goblet of pumpkin juice. He paid little attention to the rest of the Sorting Ceremony, barely noticing the new Gryffindors that joined their ranks. A little girl with an innocent looking face and a broad smile sat down next to Lily, and he thought he heard her call the girl Mary. Caspian’s sister, Saxa, ended up in Gryffindor as well, naturally gravitating toward her brother. Two unremarkable boys sat down the able from them, and one who looked like he might be useful at Quidditch once he grew a bit.

James, Remus and Peter were happily chatting about the new year, wondering what the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would be like, wondering which first years would be the most fun to prank. Sirius couldn’t join their conversation, he couldn’t think about anything. The only thing that kept running through his mind was that he had just lost his brother, probably for good.

#gen writes #hp ff #hp fic #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #marauders #marauders fic #marauders ff #James Potter #peter pettigrew #QiMH #Better Together

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I need you // your shoulders act as my strength // your skin is my only friend // I seek cover in all your glories // I am tarnished // I know I have many flaws // but our love it will shatter all // take me on and we will conquer (Gene - Fighting Fit)

90s Drarry Fanmix HERE on Spotify

Inspired by a conversation with @shiftylinguini @aibidil @lol-zeitgeistic @silveredglass and others in the Drarry Discord, I couldn’t resist putting together a 90s Drarry playlist which takes them through getting together, breaking up, getting together (again), fighting a war (and winning) and then staying together. In which there is a liberal disregard for finer canon details, Harry is a bit more into his grunge than the books might suggest, a CD Walkman becomes instrumental to the final battle and Draco is a secret Backstreet Boys fan.

If you want the full detail of what was going through my head when I made this enormous fanmix full of nineties classics (a pretty self-indulgent exercise just to gather some of my favourite songs together in a 4 hour playlist) there’s a more detailed story beneath the cut which got far longer than it should have done :D

Harry: Harry wants to do Great Things. He has all these plans, but when he gets to Hogwarts The Kids Aren't Alright. There are people like that tosser Malfoy for a start, Severus Snape and trolls in the dungeon and stuff. It also turns out that the Scar Tissue shaped like a lightning bolt is important and he’s going to have to do other things before he can just have fun. Like save the world. Sucks to be Harry. He plasters a Smile on his face and tries to make the best of the fact he keeps losing people he loves, can’t get a girlfriend for love nor money and isn’t sure he even wants one anyway (but that’s another story).

Draco: Meanwhile, enter Draco stage left to the theme tune he assigned for himself when he accidentally listened to the Muggle radio: If You Want it To Be Good (Get Yourself a Bad Boy). Draco hates Harry. He tells him as much as he can – “Potter, I hate Everything About You.” But Draco’s got a serious problem. Like the fact Potter’s a very Sexy Boy, even in all that plaid and the cherry red DMs. In a shocking plot twist, Draco is forced to admit he probably doesn’t hate Potter at all. In fact, he’s got a very inconvenient Crush. Even more confusing is the fact they’re spending more time together lately. It’s almost as if Harry might like Draco too. Draco’s not the sort to speculate, but he notices Harry giving him Secret Smile like they share something nobody else knows about. Is Potter…flirting?

Harry: Harry decides to buy some booze because he’s never got drunk before and he might not live to be eighteen, which is as good a reason as any. He spends the evening with Malfoy Tubthumping drinking whisky drinks, vodka drinks...For one moment when they’re really getting into it, Harry thinks Draco is going to punch him. Right there, beside the green, green grass. He doesn’t expect Draco to haul him closer and say Kiss Me. Harry kisses back with everything he has and whispers I Want You. It might be their first kiss but it definitely isn’t their last. They meet up whenever they can, under the shadows of the turrets of Hogwarts. After all those years of UST it all gets a bit Wanna Sex You Up. When they finally do take it further and Harry plucks up the courage to ask Draco to Place Your Hands exactly where he wants them, it’s like Draco’s running his fingers through Harry’s soul. Harry’s pretty sure his Dreams didn’t used to feature Malfoy. Now they always do. Sometimes life takes you by surprise.

Draco: Draco’s so conflicted. The fact it’s Potter, who goes against everything he used to believe. The fact it’s another man. When it finally happens (and they both know it’s going to) it’s a bit like Losing [His] Religion. Exposed. Like being under a spotlight with everyone watching. He’s not sure if he’s more disturbed by the fact he went there with Potter or how good it was. He hopes it was good for Harry, too. He wonders if people just ask How Was It For You? He decides against it. Of course it was good. Draco’s excellent at seduction. But Nothing Lasts Forever and Draco’s father requires loyalty - loyalty that doesn’t mean (literally) getting into bed with Harry Potter. Draco knows he can’t be with Harry but he decides not to tell him until their last night together is over. He doesn’t want to lose Harry and fights against the dawn, trying to Save Tonight.

Harry: Harry doesn’t know whether to be angrier with himself (for being such an idiot) or Malfoy (for leaving). He feels like a complete Lovefool. Breaking up is never straightforward and they meet again, hiding in the shadows. Harry just wants them to Stay Together but it’s getting darker and more dangerous for both of them and he can feel Draco pulling away. He doesn’t want to hear it – wants to say Don’t Speak – but he knows when Draco asks him to meet in the Room of Requirement that it’s over. The problem is, even if he’s behaved horribly Draco’s Drop Dead Gorgeous and he’s everywhere driving Harry mad. Just because Draco feels good doesn’t make it right, though. It’s just Hedonism being with Draco and Harry’s completely Torn. It’s a total mess, even if Harry supposes he is one of the Lucky Ones. He’s alive, which is unexpected to say the least. He pushes his anger to side and gets on with things until he finds out Draco’s been seeing Pansy. Harry thinks Draco Oughta Know about the mess he’s made. They fight and kiss and Draco suggests they can be together but in secret and Harry, well. He’d Do Anything For Love, but he won’t do that. He Quits. Good Riddance, Malfoy. Hope you had the time of your life.

Still Harry: The problem is, it’s not easy without Draco. It’s A Low. Nothing Compares to Draco and Harry can’t help but wallow in his angst for a bit. Turns out heroes don’t have that much time for heartbreak, though. The evil forces are getting more powerful and Harry has to step away from the power ballads and turn to the Smashing Pumpkins (Disarm) and Counting Crows (Rain King). Draco finds his way back into Harry’s life after breaking up with Pansy, because lets be honest women do absolutely nothing for him. He asks Harry if he Remembers The First Time and reminds him of the time Harry let Draco take all those photos and Draco told Harry over and over, You’re Gorgeous. Harry can’t remember the last time anything felt as good as Draco. He wants to Push Draco around because he’s still a little bit angry, but no matter how much he might Try to say goodbye, he can’t. He chokes. They’re right back to where they started, going On & On like they always have and Harry hopes this time things might be different and begs Draco please don’t do me wrong.

Draco: Draco feels like he’s been on a Runaway Train since he left Harry. A boy, making all the wrong choices. When he gets an opportunity to talk to Harry he finally tells him “I want To Be With You” and asks him to “Come Back to What You Know.” He wants Harry to Stay, because Draco missed him. Harry stays and Draco ends up spilling his heart out to Harry, because they both know there’s another war coming and Draco’s been dreaming about a Lake of Fire. He asks Harry if that’s where the bad folks go when they die. Harry holds Draco and tells him they’ll go there together, if it is. Draco makes promises he never thought he’d have the courage to say out loud. I’ll Be There For You he tells Harry. He’d live and die for Harry. Harry tells Draco what he’s got to do, and Draco says he’s finally ready to challenge his father and all the terrible things he’s been raised to think it’s right to support – to throw himself wholeheartedly onto Harry’s team. He’s Fighting Fit. He’s angry they’ve wasted so much time, but he knows it was his fault for pulling away. Harry asks if Draco will still want him if he ends up losing his mind during battle and Draco says he’ll still be there holding Harry’s hand, even if he does feel like he’s Harry’s Kryptonite. When Harry falls asleep, Draco looks at the bruised evening sky and makes Harry a promise. To You Everything I Bestow. Harry wakes an hour later and after that neither of them can sleep and they stay awake waiting for the sun to come up.

Looks like A Good Day To Die.

Harry: The day crawls by and Harry finds somewhere muggle, listening to Black Hole Sun and Tonight, Tonight as he waits for it to get dark. He thinks they are excellent choices for someone about to go into battle. He tugs his beanie hat over his hair and closes his eyes listening to the music as the sun goes down. When it’s time he carefully shrinks his CD Walkman and puts it in his pocket. He checks he has his wand and he makes his way back to Hogwarts. To a Wide Open Space in the Forbidden Forest.

Draco: Looks at his photograph of Harry and wishes harder than he’s wished for anything for Harry to be okay. He’s staring at the photo when he hears Harry’s been defeated. He breaks down and thinks about Harry staying young forever - trapped in faded photographs and pensieve memories - the Local Boy in the Photograph. He asks who is going to Save Me now Harry’s gone.

Harry: He comes round slowly with the last song he played on his CD walkman stuck in his head: you've got the music in you/ one dance left/ this world is gonna pull through / don't give up / you've got a reason to live. It makes him feel invincible and he makes his way out of the forest to look for Draco. Harry doesn’t think he’ll ever forget seeing him in that moment – a boy leaning against the wall of rain. They kiss and Sometimes Harry thinks when he looks into Draco’s eyes he can see his soul. When things are calmer they stretch out on the damp grass at Hogwarts grounds and the stars shine Yellow, piercing through the clouds. It feels like they’re going to Live Forever.

Epilogue: One day Harry plays Draco You & Me Song when they’re away from the magic that makes CD Walkmans go loopy and, well. If Draco ends up deciding it’s ‘their’ song, he’s certainly not going to tell anyone else about.

#drarry #drarry fanmix #drarry squad #drarry discord #harry potter #draco malfoy #playlist #90s playlist #this is ridiculous #also kryptonite snuck in #even though it was released in 2000 #oops ;-)

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I love ur Tumblr so much, could u write the stomach flu scene you mentioned in ur last answer it would be such a good read :)

The shower was running.

Severus couldn’t decide whether or not that conception was a product of a distant dream, or a reality. He decided to go with the former for the time being, because the latter would mean that his daughter was awake at five a.m. That wasn’t something Severus thought he wanted to deal with at the present time – children could be annoyingly spontaneous when it came to habits. Usually, Ariel slept until noon if Severus didn’t drag her out of bed himself, so the shower running didn’t make much sense, really.

Only it wasn’t stopping. And Severus was hearing… noises.

He groaned into the pillow, slamming his palm against the nightstand in search of his wand. If Ariel was awake, and showering, at five in the morning, he was going to put his head through a wall.

Severus padded down the hall to Ariel’s room, poking his head inside to find the sheets on her bed thrown back, half of them in a pile on the floor. He leaned his forehead against the frame and bit back an annoyed sigh. While it was true that his child was significantly better company than most, Ariel could still prove to be infinitely maddening at times.

And the shower was on, full force, behind her bathroom door.

He took a deep, calming breath and tried to think of how to ensure that Ariel saw how incredibly inconvenienced he was to be up this fucking early, but that she wasn’t necessarily the inconvenience.

Severus’ train of thought was lost, however, when he heard a muffled, hushed sob come from the bathroom, almost drowned out by the sound of the running water.

He immediately glided forward and pushed the door open without prompting, finding a pile of clothes lying in a messy heap beside the toilet.

“Ariel?” he called, expecting a mortified shriek to answer him in response to his unexpected entrance, but there was none.

A low moan floated from behind the curtain.

Severus reached forward and drew back the shower curtain, his heart immediately tangling itself in knots at the sight. Ariel’s head was resting on one of the low-lying shelves, her arms wrapped tightly around her torso, with her knees tucked underneath her chin. He could clearly see her trembling – her teeth were chattering – and deep, dark circles under her eyes. Her skin was sickly pale – not the usual translucent color it usually was.

He bent down, trying to draw her out, but Ariel’s eyes flew open – red rimmed, like she’d been crying – and with a choked gasp, she lurched forward towards the drain, and vomited violently. Severus watched helplessly as she struggled to catch her breath in-between the retching, massaging small circles around her bare back.

Ariel sniffled once she was done, looking back to him. There was an apology in her eyes Severus wanted to snuff out.

“How long have you been in here?” Severus asked, pulling back her wet hair from her face.

Ariel shrugged, apparently too weak to even answer him. He frowned deeply – it was the stomach flu, by the looks of it, and a nasty strain. She wouldn’t be able to hold anything down until her stomach settled and fever broke, which meant that there was nothing Severus could do until then.

“Why didn’t you come and get me?” he manage to ask without snapping.

Ariel looked away, burying her face in her arms. “I d-didn’t think I’d make it to y-your room without throwing up?”

“Have you been vomiting all this time?” he asked her gently, pulling her to him so that her head resting against his shoulder. The water was still going steady – he didn’t want to shut it off until Ariel stop shivering.

She gave a small nod.

“Did you feel sick before you went to bed?”

A tiny shake – no.

“In the middle of the night?”

Another nod.

“Do you want to see if you can hold down a Stomach Settler? It might help.” it probably wouldn’t – her stomach would reject everything at this point, but it was worth a try.

“N-no,” Ariel croaked, her molars slamming together – Severus felt his heartstrings tug harder. “it’ll make m-me sick again.”

“It could help, if the worst is passing.” Severus prodded her cheek.

“I t-tried water.” she sounded like she’d been trampled by a herd of hippogriffs. “I couldn’t even k-keep that in.”

“Alright, my girl.” Severus smoothed a hand over her forehead. “Can you stand? I’m going to help you back into bed.”

“I wanna stay here.” Ariel mumbled.

“Because you’re cold?”

“Yeah… and I can’t help… anything.”

Severus’ eyebrows furrowed, following her embarrassed gaze to the pile of dirty clothes behind him. He understand at once what she meant.

“There are charms I can put on you to keep that from happening.” Severus said softly. “You’ll be much more comfortable in your bed.”

Ariel shook her head stubbornly, even sick out of her mind, and Severus fought the urge to roll his eyes. He wouldn’t fight her now – she looked ready to wither away, and that was what unnerved him so much. Muggle illnesses like the flu couldn’t be avoided, no, but they couldn’t be helped either. Severus would call for Poppy in a few hours and see what she could offer, but he suspected that it wouldn’t be much until Ariel stopped vomiting.

“M'sorry.” Ariel mumbled, her eyes closed. She looked like she was about to burst into tears, and for once Severus didn’t blame her.

“Don’t do that.” Severus muttered. “These kind of things can’t be helped – do you need anything?”

“C-can you stay?”

He blinked. “In here?”

“Y-yeah.” the word was long, and drawn out, like she was drunk.

Severus hesitated before realizing that he probably would have stayed even if Ariel wasn’t asking him to. He wouldn’t be able to do anything knowing that she was sitting in the bloody shower, suffering.

“Do you want me to read?” he asked, lips twitching when Ariel lifted her head, and gave a feeble attempt at an eager nod.

Severus stood, casting a Warming charm on her before standing, all knowing exactly what Ariel would want to hear for hours on end.

It was going to be a long day, after all.

#redsorrow #oneshot #writing until my hands fall off #snape vibes #ariel vibes

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deadlydollies13 · 7 years

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The Potion Master’s Grace Ch. 12

It was another low day for Grace, but not so low that she was confined to her bed. It could have been from the emotionally tolling previous day, or perhaps it was the usual British weather they were experiencing. It had been raining all day long, coming down in buckets from the gray, dull sky. Grace’s mood was just reflecting her world around her. She did try her best not to let her mood control her, though. She tried eating breakfast but lost her appetite almost immediately. She tried to play the violin, but her music was never upbeat. Like her, it mirrored the gray outdoors. So there she sat, on the floor in Severus’ study, watching the rain fall in front of a large window, playing the violin. She was still in her pajamas, with Cas stalking around her, exploring the room he wouldn’t otherwise be allowed to go in.

“Are you feeling ill?” Severus asked, Grace’s violin coming to a halt. “No. ‘m just tired. But every time I try to fall asleep, I become restless. So here I am in this hellish cycle,” her voice was quiet and slow. And Severus noticed it was groggy. He reached over and put his hand on her forehead; she wasn’t burning up but she was definitely warm, “Grace, are you sure?” “It’s from playing the violin. Dad, I swear I’m fine.” But she still barely ate, and was restless, and was sounding worse by the minute. Finally, by that evening, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glassy, and there was no way she could deny the fact that she wasn’t feeling well. Severus put a vile of liquid in front of her. “What’s that?” she asked, looking up from pushing her food around her plate. “It’ll make you feel better. Grace, you’re sick. You have a cold. Just accept it.” “But it’s summer! I can’t be sick during the summer!” “Grace, you’re not dying. It’s a cold, it’ll be gone by tomorrow. But only if you take care of yourself. Stress only brings your immune system down, and this weather isn’t helping either. Now, drink this and please try to eat something and then go to bed and get some sleep and I promise you’ll feel much better in the morning.” Grace, stubborn as she was, couldn’t help but smile. She’d never had someone so concerned for her health. Well, besides Luna, her best friend, or Madame Pomfrey, whose job it was to be concerned. But since being a foster kid, she’d never had an adult give her medicine and demand she get some rest and hover over her making sure she was taking care of her health beyond everything else. Sure, it was a teenager's prerogative to be stubborn as hell and not care, but she could get used to this. Whatever was in that vile surely made her feel better; better enough to at least get some sleep. Everything was fine when she finally closed her eyes. And then, in the middle of the night, her chest was on fire, and she couldn’t breathe. And she found herself in a hospital bed with IVs and tubes sticking out of her.

Grace awoke to the sound of an ECG and a foreign feeling in her side. She was also hooked up to a cannula, and upon inspection of her hand, an IV. Things started to link together in her groggy mind and yes, she was in a hospital bed. She looked over to Severus, who had hidden the fact that he was still in his PJs with his cloak. He was leaning on his hand, trying to get some shut-eye, and looked utterly exhausted. “Hey…” Grace said, trying to reach out to him. She felt so weak and her voice was winded and tired. Severus must not have been asleep after all because he opened his eyes right away, and at the sight of his daughter finally awake, he smiled, “Hey…” “What happened?” “Your lungs filled up with fluid and they had to drain them,” Grace lifted the blankets to see a tube going into her side. Gross. “You’ve been asleep for a few hours.” “But you haven’t.” “I was too worried about you. You looked almost dead lying there.” Grace could see the worry in Severus’ eyes and she felt awful for putting him through such a scare, “Dad, you should really go home and get some sleep, you look so tired.” He just shook his head, “No, not leaving your side.” Before Grace could fight with him any longer, because he really did look exhausted, Luna knocked on her door, “Is she awake yet?” “Come in!” Grace tried to call out, but it only came as a hoarse whisper. “Oh, thank Merlin!” Luna came in, followed by Draco, followed by Rolf Scamander, and all three were in their pajamas as well. “Why are you guys still in your PJs? What time is it? And how’d you all get here?” “Severus called me as soon as he brought you to the hospital, so I flooed to your house and grabbed you some clothes and stuff and then had to catch a cab here because you’re in a Muggle hospital,” Luna said setting a duffle bag down on Grace’s bed; it probably had all of her medications in it too. “Then Luna called me and we rushed over here as fast as we could. That was at three o’clock in the morning, it’s seven now,” Draco looked the most unkempt Grace had ever seen him. Aside from being in his PJs and a coat that was probably the first thing he grabbed off the hook and mismatching shoes, his hair was messy and sticking out every which way and he also hadn’t shaved in a day or two because he had stubble and it could have just been the medicine Grace was on, but he was unbelievably sexy and couldn’t help but blush at the thought that he had dropped everything to come see her. “And I was staying over Draco’s, so, hi Grace. How’re you feeling?” Rolf added. He was an awkward boy, but had the biggest heart and always seemed to go out of his way to smile or say hello to Grace when they passed in the halls. “It’s nice to see you, Rolf. And, I have a hole in my side and my lungs suck at beings lungs so,” she shrugged. Luna sat down on the edge of the bed, “Is there anything you need?” Grace looked over at her dad, who was trying his best not to fall asleep, “Dad, I think I have plenty people here to look after me. Please go home. Get some rest and come back later but you need some sleep. And I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.” “Yeah, Uncle Sev,” Draco added, “you look like you’re going to doze off any minute.” “We promise Grace will be well taken care of,” Luna added. Severus rolled his eyes, “Fine. But if anything happens-“ “Dad, go home!” Severus was being rather ridiculous. He knew that the three teens in there cared as deeply for Grace as he did and wouldn’t let anything happen to her. And there wasn’t really anything endangering Grace’s life. She had had a flare-up, that’s all. But Severus also hadn’t had to watch someone he truly cared about go through such a thing. It helped that Grace was so calm about it, and he knew she did it just to reassure him, but it was still terrifying. Grace held out her arms and Severus hugged her gently, afraid to hurt her, but she only squeezed back harder, “I’m not made of glass, you know.” “Really? Because you ended up in the hospital from a cold. You’re living in a bubble from now on.” As he approached the door, he heard Grace call out, “Love you, dad!” Love was sort of an unspoken thing with Grace. There wasn’t much she didn’t love. She loved Luna, she loved school, she loved Quidditch, she loved music, she loved her new life, but at the top of the list was most definitely her dad. It was just never voiced, but Grace always wore her heart on her sleeves, so it wasn’t hard for Severus to just know. But to say “I love you,” it stands for so much. It’s something said out of comfort and assurance. “I love you too, Gracie.”

It was extremely boring in the hospital, as Draco pointed out, it was an ordinary Muggle hospital. It was filled with people of ordinary cases and ordinary lives. And Grace actually agreed. She had never been to a magical hospital like St. Mungo’s, but she could imagine the accidents and cases the Healers dealt with definitely kept their days interesting. It was especially boring since Grace wasn’t allowed to get out of bed yet and at least walk around. The room she was in was dull, and though there was a TV, there was nothing good on to watch. Thankfully Luna packed her her glasses, so Grace wasn’t both bored and blind. Speaking of, Grace and Draco had cunningly managed to get Luna and Rolf to venture off into the hospital wings together in search of some food. Draco, to no surprise, had enthusiastically volunteered to stay by Grace’s side. “Why can’t I just go alone?” asked Luna. “Because you might get lost. It is a big hospital,” Grace added, immediately catching on to Draco’s plan when he suggested Rolf go with Luna. “And I’ll help you carry everything, Luna. It’ll be like an adventure,” Rolf flashed Luna a bright, lopsided smile. Actually, it was his jaw that was lopsided, but he was obliviously flirtatious and even more oblivious to the fact that Grace and Draco were trying to set them up; Rolf was just a genuinely nice bloke. “I’ll stay here with Grace. Now go, the nurse said she can’t keep taking her medication on an empty stomach,” and hurried them out of the room. Draco sat next to Grace, his eyes tracing the tube that went into her side. “Wanna see?” Grace asked, lifting the blanket. She was dressed in fresh pajamas the hospital gave her, just her top was pulled up to give access to the tube. “That’s going to leave a wicked scar. You can tell people you got, like, attacked by a troll or something, and you defeated it with only a scar to prove it!” Grace laughed, but then her smile turned into a wince. Laughing, for now, hurt like hell. “I’m sorry,” Draco said. “Sorry.” “Draco, I’m fine. It’s just uncomfortable with a plastic tube sticking out of my side,” she smiled and put her hand over his. His eyes went to her hospital band. “Is this your first time in a hospital?” he asked. She shook her head. No, the first time she had been in the hospital was when she was three and first discovered she had asthma. She too had thought having a hospital band on was so cool. She had been the talk of the preschool because she proudly showed off her bracelet for two weeks after, not taking it off until everyone had asked her what happened and if she was okay. The next time was when she was seven, and she was sent to the hospital after the police had learned about what was happening to her at home. She was put in a special ward and thoroughly inspected, inside and out. What she didn’t understand was why she was the youngest one in that ward. She had seen much older men and women around her. They felt the same pain as her, but everyone looked at her differently because she was seven-years-old. From there, she was transferred to the children's’ psychiatric ward, where she resided during the entire trial. She hated it, all of the doctors asking her too many questions, telling her to talk about what happened too many times. The only good memory she can recollect from that time in her life was when she got to ride in the police cars back and forth from the hospital to the courthouse, and the police officers would let her turn on the sirens. But she wouldn’t tell Draco that, and she hadn’t even told Luna that much. The only person who knew was Severus because as time went on, she had slowly but surely started talking about it more, just so someone knew. “You know, you look really cool right now. With your glasses and that breathing tube and the badass scar,” he said, his thumb absentmindedly gliding across her hand. “Do I look ‘cool,’ or do I look ‘cute,’ Draco?” “You look really cute,” Draco’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red, his blush creeping down all the way to his neck. “You always look cute, actually.” “You know, it could just be all this medication I’m on right now doing the talking, but you’re not so bad yourself. When you’re not being a prat, that is.” “Oh, well, thanks,” he laughed. “Hey, um, after you’re out of the hospital, would you maybe… want to go out with me?” He said it so softly and quickly, she could barely hear him from even a few inches away. And Draco was so afraid she’d reject him, and she had every right to for the way he treated her. But, her smile said differently. Even in the hospital, tired and hair a mess, she was still the most beautiful girl Draco had ever seen.

There was no denying both Luna and Rolf had a thing for each other. They came back both giggly, Rolf with that dazed lop-sided smile and Luna eight shades of red. The four of them sat there around Grace’s hospital bed eating shitty hospital food. The only good thing about it was the Jell-O and pudding cups, and the ice cubes. The nurse came in some time later and said that Grace could leave that night and she was allowed out of bed when she felt strong enough, but strongly suggested staying in a wheelchair at least for that day. She took out Grace’s IVs and her tube but she had to stay on oxygen for at least another week. Grace was worried about her dad, she hoped he actually got some sleep and not stress over everything and keep himself up. What she didn’t think she’d have to worry about was Narcissa Malfoy once again going to her dad for some company and latching onto him like a leech, or even coming to the hospital with him. “Dad!” she exclaimed, running into his arms. “And… Mrs. Malfoy,” she gave a small wave. “Grace… Good to see you’re not dead.” The last remark went right over Severus’ head, as he went right into dad-mode, “Grace, shouldn’t you be sitting down? You’ll get exhausted.” But before she could reply, Narcissa’s shrill voice interrupted the room, “Draco, what are you doing in your pajamas? You’re out in public, have you gone insane?” If Draco had rolled his eyes any harder, they would have rolled out of his head, “Luna’s call woke us up and we rushed right over here. I wanted—needed— to make sure Grace was okay.” “It could have waited until later. What if someone saw you?” “No one saw me, mother! We’re in a Muggle hospital, no one knows who we are! And I haven’t left Grace’s room, haven’t even left her bedside!” Now that really struck a nerve, “Come, Draco, you need to get that stench off of you.” She held out her hand, but he just backed away. “No. No, I’m so tired of your stuck-uppish attitude, mother! I’m tired of you speaking about Muggles like they’re lesser than us! They’re not, Grace is not. In fact, based on morals, she’s so much better than us! She’s amazing! And I really like her!” he turned to Grace. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven, okay?” “O-okay,” she was still absorbing what had just happened, and Draco stormed out, Narcissa right on his tail.

#harry potter #harry potter au #modern au #severus snape #original character #Luna Lovegood #Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy x original character #the Potion Masters Grace

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ride-or-die-queen-blog · 8 years

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Imagine being a student, drinking a love potion and falling for Severus Snape.

Sorry it took so long for this request. School really puts a damper on my vibes and writing. Also, I don’t know how many of you read this, but the gif will make sense later in the story, couldn’t find one of Severus confused.

“Today, we will be learning to make love potions students.” Professor Snape’s voice brought you out of your day dreams. “Please pick a partner and get to work.”

“Y/N! Get over here.” Your best friend Sam yelled across the room.

Sam had been your friend since first year, now in your sixth year you were looking forward to graduating with your best friend.

You made your way over to Sam and began working. It was somewhat of a complex potion so it took you a bit to finish, once you were done you decided to talk to Sam, who was filling a small bottle with the potion you’d just made.

“What are you doing? You’ll get us in trouble you idiot.” You questioned Sam.

“I wanna see if this stuff will work.” He said as if it were an obvious answer.

“Whatever.” You said as you walked off up to Professor Snape to hand him your notebook so he could grade it.

*****

You were eating lunch in the Great Hall with Sam and your friends when you started feeling funny. Like you were the happiest person in the world.

“Sam, why can’t you be as cute as Snape?” You said, your eyes went wide, since when was Snape cute?

“It’s working!!” Sam said in between laughs.

You stared at the dark haired man at the table in the front of the Great Hall. He looked your way and you waved at him flirtatiously. His face turned into one of complete confusion.

“Y/N, you gotta stop. We gotta get you outta here.” Sam tried pulling you away. But as he tried pulling you away Snape was walking vigorously over to the two of you.

“What is wrong with you?!” Snape demanded.

“You’re so very attractive and I find it so distracting.” You said as you stood up and hugged the tall man.

The Great Hall gasped. And handsome, tall, dark haired man tensed at your sudden human contact.

“I’m taking you to Madame Pomfrey. ” Snape said as he rushed out embarrassed.

“I love you. I want to be with you forever Severus.” You said looking up into his dark eyes.

Once again a look of pure confusion took his face. “You are under the influence of a love potion Ms. Y/L/N, so stop talking. And DO NOT call me Severus.” He said walking you into Madame Pomfrey’s quarters.

“Please, call me y/n. No need to be formal darling.” You said grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

“Sit.” He commanded as he pointed to the cot with his free hand.

“Severus Snape, she’s a bit young for you, don’t you think?” Madame Pomfrey said laughing at the scene.

“Age is but a number.” You said stroking Snape’s arm and smiling from ear to ear.

“You shut up.” Snape said looking at you, “Get her off of me and take care of this issue.” He spoke now to the nurse who was now crying from laughter.

“But I don’t ever want to part from you Severus, don’t leave me.” You said on the verge of tears.

“I think she’s your problem, you’re the potions master.” Madame Pomfrey said and walked out of the room still trying to contain her laughter.

Snape rolled his eyes and looked over at you from the seat he now sat in across from you. You looked at him and smiled.

“Alone at last.” You said and crashed your lips to his.

He immediately pulled away from you.

“DO NOT EVER DO THAT AGAIN.” His voice was harsh and louder than it normally was.

“But Severus, I am in love with you don’t you feel the same way?” You said moving closer to him.

“No you’re not. You are under the influence of a love potion.” He said simply.

“But you do feel the same way!” You said excitedly and wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his neck.

“Get off this instant!” He said trying to push you away, but you held on rather tightly, you finally let go.

“Stop touching me. I don’t like it. If you do love me, just sit there and don’t say anything and for Merlin’s sake, DO NOT touch me.” He said standing behind the chair as if it were some sort of shield.

You did as he said and sat back on the cot silently, but staring at him, he was now standing in the doorway watching the corridor.

A while passed and you started to get sleepy so you laid on the cot.

“Severus, you look like a model standing there. You could lay with me you know, I love you so much.” You said smiling up at him.

He looked at you for a moment out of the corner of his eyes with an annoyed expression on his face.

“You don’t have to isolate yourself, plenty of us like you. You deserve a good life. No one deserves to be alone, Severus.” You said shutting your eyes as you began to fall asleep.

“Good God that was torture.” Snape said as he looked at your sleeping form.

He felt sorry for you, he knew the kids would tease you about what happened. He walked over and pulled the cover over you so you wouldn’t get cold, you were the only student he did not hate with a passion. He stayed a few hours to make sure you were alright.

Minerva walked in after she had herd what happened.

“Severus? Is y/n alri– Oh my!” She gasped as she saw the small hicky on his neck.

Snape gave an irritated glare and walked out of the room quickly, his robes billowing out behind him.

Minerva chuckled to herself, she had a student do the same to her years ago.

*****

You woke up in the infirmary the next morning, you couldn’t remember hardly anything from the previous day. You looked up at the clock and ‘oh no, I’ll be late for potions!’

You ran down the corridors and finally made it to the potions class room. You walked on and the whole class started whispering and giggling. You looked around confused, but took your seat by Sam.

“What is going on?” You asked Sam.

“You don’t remember?” You looked at you with concern.

You shook your head. Right as you were getting ready to ask Sam another question Professor Snape came in the classroom. All of the events from yesterday came back at once. Your face turned red and you put your head down.

“Is that…is that a hicky on the professor’s neck?!” A kid in the room asked.

You looked up at Snape and sure enough, “Oh for the love of Merlin’s beard, this day can’t get worse.” You said and you could hear Sam’s laughter.

“Silence.” Snape’s voice was stern and low as usual. “I do not want to hear anything about yesterday’s events, we will proceed with our lessons as normal.

Class went on and you tried desperately to not make eye contact with Snape, or anyone else for that matter. Sam apologised countless times, saying it wasn’t meant for you but for the girl next to you at the Great Hall.

After class you stayed. “Professor, I am so, so, sorry.” You said as you walked up to where Snape was sitting at his desk.

Snape grunted as a response.

“I can’t believe I did….well..I did that stuff. I hope you can forgive me.” You said hoping for some sort of response, “so how many detentions will I have?” You asked know that he’d punish you in some way.

Snape finally put his quill down and looked at you, his eyes narrowed.

“We will never speak of the events of yesterday again Ms. Y/L/N. Understood?” Snape asked.

You quickly nodded your head. “I’m so..”

“Never speak of it again.” Snape said cutting you off.

“Right. Sorry.” You said turning to walk out of the classroom.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Snape said as you reached the door way, but you didn’t turn around you just stopped “if any of the….thoughts you expressed yesterday were true, please keep them to yourself, you are my student for now.” He said in what seemed like a taunting voice.

You smiled to yourself and turned around, “For now. But age is but a number professor.” You winked at him and walked off smugly.

#severus snape #snape x reader #snape #professor snape #severus x reader #severus imagine #snape imagine #severus snape imagine #professor snape x reader #hp #hp fandom #hp imagine #hp fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #requested #request #i love this

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fandom-puff · 3 years

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Rulebreakers

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader x Lucius Malfoy

Requested by: @i-dont-fucking-know-anymore (no blog coming up so maybe username changed?) ‘SUB!LUCIUS X SUB!SEVERUS X DOM!READER SMUT WHERE READER PUNISHES BOTH OF THEM AND ENDING WITH LUCIUS AND SEVERUS FALLING ASLEEP WHILE LAYING ON READERS CHEST AND READER PROMISSING TO PROTECT THEM FOREVER PLEAAAASSSEEEE’

Notes: I think I’m getting better at writing Dom!Reader 🤪🤪

Warnings: established polyamorous relationship, threesome, Dom/sub dynamic, dominant!reader, humping, edging, degradation, use of toys, swearing, begging

“Oh, don’t stop on my behalf,”

Severus and Lucius looked to one another, eyebrows knitted together, then back to you. Then back to one another, and then back to you. Their legs were still intertwined, their naked chests heaving, clothed erections still pressed into each other.

Smirking, you folded your arms, leaning against the shut door. “Well?” You said, raising your eyebrows at the two men. The rule had been simple. Neither of your boys was to even try to come until at least Saturday, a pre-negotiated challenge to ensure they were writhing with desperation by the time you had enough time to truly pamper them. Lucius in particular was already in hot water with you for giving you attitude (he could be a right little brat when he wanted to) and your plan for him was to pleasure Severus until he was sobbing, all while making Lucius watch until he was practically coming untouched. “Ah,” you said. “So you do know to follow rules. You do know that you’re both being very naughty right now, don’t you,” slowly, you walked over to them both, heels clicking on the floor boards. “Get up. Kneel. Now.” You hissed, smirking slightly as Severus scrambled up from their side-ways position, Lucius soon following. The knelt in front of the bed, heads bowed as you sat on the raised mattress in front of them.

“I gave you a very simple rule to follow this week, didn’t I?” You said, looking between them as they nodded. “What was it, Lucius?” You asked

“To... not touch or come until the weekend,” he said, and you raised your eyebrows. “Miss,” he added, and you nodded with approval.

“And what did I just walk in on, Severus?” You asked.

“Lucius and I... grinding... on each other, Miss” he whispered. Out of the two boys, Severus was a little more submissive.

“Exactly. That was very, very naughty behaviour,” you stated. “And I expected better. Especially from you, Severus. You’re usually so very obedient...”

“It was Lucius, Miss! He-he convinced me!” He protested, instantly hushing when you stared down at him, standing up.

“And you’re a very clever boy, Severus. You should have thought ‘but Miss said not to touch each other or even try to come’,” you scolded lightly. “And I was even going to treat you this weekend severus. Shame,” you tutted.

“I-I’m sorry, Miss!” Severus cried, making Lucius roll his eyes. He most certainly would not beg.

“Both of you... sit on the bed, on opposite sides. I don’t think I can trust you not to rut against one another like the needy little sluts you’ve shown yourself to be,” you said casually, waiting until they were both seated before you strolled over to your wardrobe, murmuring the password to you toy chest. Lucius and Severus craned their necks, trying to see what you were getting out, but were none the wiser until you turned around, holding up identical black toys. Their bases were simple cock rings, but they had a thin wire that led to a small vibrator, which would stay firmly against the head of their cocks with the aid of a clever little built-in charm. Thank Merlin for the Riding Witch erotic shop in Knockturn Alley.

“Now... I’m going to trust you both enough to behave and keep your hands off your cocks,” you warned, tapping the toys with your wand so they tightened around their straining members, smirking as you heard their gasps. “There... don’t you look pretty,” you cooed, before turning on your heel and settling yourself in the armchair in the corner. “Oh,” you said, picking up your book. “Before I forget...” you flicked your wand, setting the toys to a low buzzing mode as you began reading your book, feigning complete obliviousness as the men began to squirm on the bed.

You skimmed through a chapter or so pf your book before turning up the setting by a few levels until the vibes were pulsing, and soon you heard the unmistakable moans of their teetering on the brink of orgasm before you shut the toys off completely, ignoring the whines and complaints that they were ever so close and please could you turn the toys on again.

You repeated the cycle twice more before you saw something out of the corner of your eye; Lucius moving to wrap his fist around his cock. Clearing your throat, you murmured an incantation, vanishing lucius’s toy back to the box and binding his wrists behind his back with dark green silk. You tuttered, slowly approaching. “Lucius,” you murmured, “you really are behaving like a little brat today, aren’t you?” It took him a moment to nod, and you knew he was weighing up the pros and cons of winding you up just a little bit more. “Look at severus, sitting there and taking his punishment like a good little boy,” you came up behind severus, smiling softly as his head lolled back against your shoulder. “Look how red and hard his little cock is,” you cooed (although ‘little’ certainly wasn’t the word for either of them). “Do you want to come, Severus?” You murmured, kissing the side of his head.

“Y-yes!” He moaned, face and chest flushed, arms quivering with the effort of not touching himself. “Please, Miss, please, I’ll do anything, please, please, I just wanna come!” He begged and you ‘aww’ed softly.

“Good boy, asking Miss so nicely,” you murmured. You vanished Severus’s toy too, shushing his dejected whine as you wrapped your hand around his pulsing shaft. “I want you to fuck my hand, okay, my little Prince? Show me and Lucius what a good boy you are,” you looked at the blonde man briefly. “Come on, baby, stand up, I’ve got you. Stand up so you’re facing Lucius, okay? Here’s what we’re gonna do. If you’re a good boy and come for me when I tell you too, we’re gonna let Lucius show us he can be good too. And Lucius is gonna do that by swallowing up all of your come, okay?”

“Okay,” both men said at once, Severus leaning back on you slightly as Lucius lowered his head a little, his tongue lolling out.

“Good boy, Lucius,” you praised. “See, you can follow instructions,” Lucius nodded briefly, before refocusing his attention on Severus’ straining cock. You smiled gently, spitting in your hand before wrapping your hand around it and beginning to jerk him rapidly, smirking at his desperate cries that he was close, to please keep going, that he was coming.

And sure enough, the spurts of Severus’s much needed orgasm landed on lucius’s tongue and lips- some even hit the back of his throat, making him gag, but still, he kept his mouth dutifully wide open. With his eyes fixed on yours, he licked his lips and swallowed, and you suppressed a moan at the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Good boys,” you praised, helping Severus sit down. “I think Lucius deserves to come,”

“I think so too!” Lucius piped up. “I’m sorry for being bad, miss,” he added quickly and you smiled softly.

“Wanna help,” Severus mumbled and you grinned.

“Good idea, sweetheart. You gonna come help me?” Severus nodded eagerly, coming to kneel on the other side of Lucius. “Good boy,” you guided his hand down to lucius’s engorged shaft, using his pre-cum as lubricant.

As the blonde moaned and writhed, you untied his wrists, and as soon as he was free he was clutching onto your waist with one hand, Severus’s arm with the other. “Shit!” He groaned. “Oh, fuck! Gonna come, can’t- can’t hold it, please!” He begged.

“Good boy, asking so nicely. Come in Severus’s hand sweetheart,” you cooed, and with a guttural moan, Lucius was twitching as he spurted into Severus’s fist.

As Lucius shuddered, leaning against severus as he recovered, you made to get up, but stopped when you heard grumbles of complaint. “Stay here,” Severus mumbled. “Use the spell,”

Smiling gently, you flicked your wand to clean your boys up. “Come here,” you cooed, laying in the middle of the bed, smiling softly as your boys came up either side of you, legs tangling with yours. As Severus used your breasts as a pillow, Lucius nuzzled into your neck. “Such good, clever boys,” you praised, turning your head tk kiss them both, one after the other. “Go to sleep, you need to rest. Did so, so well for me,” you whispered, smiling as you heard their breathing evening out. “I love you both so very much,”

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Temporary Arrangement

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Will you write a one shot for me where after a death eater attack your house is burned down and you have to live with sirius and severus gets really jealous bc he sees how close you have gotten with sirius?? Mayyybe with some romantic reassuring smut at the end?’

Warnings: loss of home, mentions of duelling, death, swearing, jealousy, smut

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The Order Meeting had ran long into the night, burning through many candles and many cups of coffee as they discussed feverishly. Everybody jumped as the front door to Grimmauld Place swung open, banging against the door and setting off the ghastly portrait of Mrs Black.

Sirius, Remus, Kingsley and Severus ran to the hallway, wands drawn, Kingsley yelling a quick ‘protrificus totalus’ to apprehend the intruder.

“Protego! You cried, causing the spell to ricochet around the hallway. “Fucking Hell, Kingsley!”

“Sorry. Precaution,” he said in his deep, calming voice as the rest lowered their wands. Severus pushed past them to get to you upon seeing that it was in fact his girlfriend.

“YN, my love, what happened? We’ve talked about being alone at night, it’s too dangerous with the Dark Lord on the rise,”

You let out a shrill laugh, clearly shaken. “I was in my own house,” you said. “The Death Eaters breached my wards,” A chilly silence fell across the room as you shook in Severus’s arms. “I-I think I killed someone, Sev,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t use an unforgivable... I used sectumsempra, it was the first thing that came into my head. I’ve... lost everything. They burned my house to the ground,” you broke, collapsing into severus and sobbing as he shushed you. Remus and Kingsley wrestled with the curtains to shut Mrs Black up.

“What’s going on?” Mrs weasley, Mr Weasley, Tonks and Mad-Eye were now crowding around the doorway. “Oh, YN, dear...” mrs Weasley said gently. Together, she and severus guided you down into the kitchen. The meeting was quickly adjourned while Mrs weasley fixed you some hot chocolate (with a nip of whiskey in it to settle your nerves). “There we go,”

You leaned into severus as you drank your hot chocolate, telling them everything you could remember about the three death eaters who’d attacked your house. “You poor dear,” Molly said softly, reaching to pat your arm. “Sirius, is there another habitable room upstairs?”

“No, it’s okay, don’t worry, I’ll stay in Severus’s room,” you said gently.

“He doesn’t have a room,” Sirius said lowly. You pursed your lips, really not having the time or energy for their squabbling.

“Well whatever room Sev has been staying in, I’ll take that one for the time being. Sorted,”

As you and Severus went to stand up Sirius spoke up. “What, Snivellous, not gonna take her to your mouldy house on Spinner’s End?”

Severus rounded on Sirius, eyes flashing with anger. “Bit rich of you to call someone’s house mouldy, isn’t it, Black?” He deadpanned. “And I wouldn’t dream of taking YN there. There are death eaters traipsing in and out to use it as an apparation point,”

You grasped onto Sev’s hand, pulling him away, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his arms and sleep away the horrible night you had had.

***

A fortnight later you had settled into somewhat of a routine: go to work, come home, eat some wonderful food from Mrs Weasley, and set about cleaning out Grimmauld Place with the others. You were yet to be allowed back to your own home as Kingsley ensured that there were aurors patrolling the area, and Mad-Eye was sure there were some complex curses in place for anyone who got too close.

As you helped the others, you grew closer to all of them, filling Mr Weasley in on various muggle artefacts, discussing politics with Remus and even engaging in Sirius’s mischievous banter.

“Sirius, I swear to all that is sacred, you had better keep hold of the bottom of that ladder. God knows what’s in these jars and I really don’t fancy it ending up in my hair!”

Sirius grinned, wobbling the bottom of the ladder teasingly, causing you to squeal, almost dropping a jar of what looked like half-rotted eyeballs. Sirius laughed, reaching out to place a steady hand in your back as you climbed back down the ladder, jars in hand. You almost jumped out of your skin when you saw severus stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed.

“Hiya, love,” you said softly, setting the jars down and going to him, reaching to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Missed you,”

“Clearly,” he said tersely, making you frown as he turned to Sirius. “Black. I ask that you keep your hands to yourself,” Sirius was about to protest, but severus had turned on his heel. You hurried after him.

“Sev?” You asked gently. “Are you alright?”

“If I ever see him touch you again I will hex his filthy hands off,” you sighed, grabbing his forearms.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you? I love you, Severus, only you,” you said, staring him dead in the eye. “I’m yours,”

He stared at you for a moment before licking his lips. “Prove it,”

***

With the door slammed firmly shut and plenty of silencing charms up, you turned to your boyfriend. “Sit on the bed,” you said gently, not used to giving orders. Severus raised a brow and removed his billowing outer robe, before sitting on the edge of the bed. You smiled softly at him before yanking off your shirt and shimmying out of your jeans, licking your shoes off in the process and leaving you in your plain underwear. “What do you see?”

“A goddess,” he said plainly, his fingers already trailing up your sides. You rolled your eyes slightly, looking down shyly.

“Your goddess,” you murmured, sighing breathily as he unhooked your bra, tossing it aside. Severus smiled to himself, nuzzling his face into your chest, murmuring sweet nothings against your heart as he undid his frock coat. You smiled happily as your stroked his hair, and a few moments later, he too was down to his underwear.

“Lay back,” you murmured, pulling away. He groaned, wanting to stay where he was, but he shuffled to lay among the pillows, watching as you slid your underwear down your legs. As you crawled towards him, breasts swaying temptingly, he smirked, moving to sit upright instead. When you were close enough to him he grabbed you by your thighs to pull you to straddle him. You squealed, pouting slightly, but your frown still dissolved when you felt a familiar hardness beneath you. “I love you, severus,” you said softly, starting to rut your hips gently. “Can you feel how wet I am for you? All for you,” you moaned, feeling the ridge of his clothes cock rub against your clit.

Severus grunted, his hands on your hips, brow furrowed in pleasure. “YN, darling, I need you,” he groaned, “please,”

You nodded, reaching between you to pull his cock out of his underwear, lowly lowering yourself on him. “There you go, YN, just like that, ride my cock...” you nodded, adjusting to the tight stretch, slowly rocking your hips as severus groaned beneath you.

Severus grunted, rocking his hips up to meet your movements, threading his fingers through your hair to pull you down for a deep kiss, tongue tracing over the seal of your lips. You allowed him entrance, moaning sweetly into his mouth as you began to bounce your hips slightly.

Severus grunted, his other hand grasping your hip hard as you rocked and ground your hips, your moans dissolving into his lips. He pulled away, his blown eyes locking with yours, low groans tumbling from his lips, your name whispered like a prayer.

“I’m close, YN,” he moaned, his hips bucking up a little rougher. You nodded desperately, tipping your head back, but he groaned, grabbing your hair and tilting your head back down to look at him. “No. Look at me,” he groaned. “I want to see you fall apart on my cock, love,” his voice was strained and you knew he was close, reaching down to rub your clit hard, clenching tightly around his as he shouted your name, pumping his cock up into you, filling you with his come as you began to tumble over the edge, moaning loudly, trying your best to keep your eyes open and locked with his.

As your orgasm subsided, you collapsed into his chest panting, pressing gentle kisses just over his heart. “I love you,” you mumbled, reaching to clasp his hand. Severus smiled softly, his hand rubbing your back gently. You let out a soft whimper as you dismounted him, snuggling into his side. Severus reached for his wand to do the usual charms, but yiu grabbed his arm. “Just do the contraceptive one. I wanna feel you inside me still,” you said bashfully.

Severus arched his brows, doing as you asked, gathering you up in his arms. “You want to feel my come seep down your thighs still?” When you nodded, he smiled widely, kissing your forehead and pulling the covers up around you, cocooning you both in warmth as you settled into a hazy, peaceful sleep.

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