#merlin rolls his eyes and complains everytime

[justaz]

will survives the attack on ealdor and arthur spares his life despite believing him to be a sorcerer which wins some points in will’s book and (like merlin) becomes this annoying leech that won’t leave arthur alone. he follows merlin to camelot and arthur tries many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many times to get rid of him but he just keeps popping up and ends up getting a job as a servant in camelot. and ends up serving either gwaine or lancelot bc he and gwaine are a lot alike or bc lancelot knows about merlins magic and guards that secret with his life. anyways he comes with merlin and the crew on all their little hunting trips and quests and teams up with everyone to be an absolute Menace to arthur. late at night, he’ll take out his lute and strum some chords to a song from ealdor and goads merlin into singing and it becomes a Thing that they perform folk songs from ealdor whenever they’re all out in the woods

[sereina-archive]

The power hardly ever goes out in Anistar, especially for something as mundane as a simple storm. But today it's especially bad apparently, since they're sitting in the dark bundled up in blankets while the rain pelts hard at the windows. It's not so hard to pass the time while they wait, it's nice to just be in eachother's presence just as always. It's comfortable and sweet, but Red decides to make it a bit more interesting.

"What if…everytime the thunder rolls in, I kiss you." He suggests only half innocently, "and maybe the louder the thunder is, the deeper the kiss will be."

It wasn’t very often that a storm rolled though that was bad enough to knock out power. This was one of those storms, deep grey clouds rolling in and turning the blue afternoon skies into something sinister and dark. Most of their teams had either filtered outside knowing a storm was approaching, while others stuck to the indoors to hunker down. Serena knew it was going to be quite the storm, receiving several alerts on her phone in warning. It wasn’t uncommon to see people taking walks through their neighborhood, but as the winds began to pick up, it was practically deserted.

They’d chosen to hunker down in the living room, Serena watching him play a game on the TV. It only began to grow darker, rain began to patter against in the window in large drops. Flashes of lightning cleaved through the dark, one bolt striking down within the city itself. The accompanying thunder sounded like the crack of a whip, happening hardly a second after the strike. The noise slowly dissolved into low rumbling, enough to shake the house slightly.

Serena had been opening her mouth to make a comment, when everything in house suddenly shut off. There was a resounding silence that fell over them, only the sound of the rain hitting the windows filled that void momentarily, before Serena laughed quietly.

“Well,” she starts, standing up from the couch, “at least I have plenty of candles!” She started placing candles around the house, making sure they were away from curtains and other flammable things, before enlisting the help of Merlin to light them all the same time.

When she returned, she saw Red had gotten up to fetch a multitude of blankets from the linen closet, already bundled up himself despite not really needing to. It was likely just for comfort, and for her, but she wasn’t complaining. Seeing him among the blankets was really cute.

Serena settled in the blanket pile next to him, wiggling her way beneath and to get closer to him. The candles lit up in the house cast the rooms in a soft glow, flashes of lightning outside also momentarily making things brighter. It’d been so long since she had to deal with a power outage that she wasn’t sure about what to do. It’d probably be best to stay off her phone in case of an emergency, not wanting to deplete the battery. 

She took his hand in hers, idly trailing her finger over his palm, when he spoke up, grabbing her attention immediately. There’s a flutter in her stomach as she smiles in response to his idea. “That sounds fun,” she pauses, hearing a quick clap of thunder outside, before her grin turned into more of a smirk, “better get to work, huh?”

The peck on her lips was quick, as short as the thunder that had been previously heard. She giggled, eyes moving to look towards the windows in anticipation for the next flash of lightning.

Either the storm was somehow getting worse, or some deity of lightning and thunder was looking out for them, because it grew a lot more intense right when they decided to play this little game. Most of the thunder rolling overhead was only a second or two, but there had been a couple that rolled and rumbled for close to ten seconds before it tapered off.

Those were her favorites so far, allowing their kisses to grow much deeper, and last longer. They always left her breathless, wanting more, and the storm delivered. It was still raining hard, the noise of drops hitting the window muffling out her heart racing in her ears.

Another resounding clap of thunder, and another kiss. She placed her hands on either side of him, leaning in further as she heard the vague noise of dishware rattling in the cupboards. Even with the thunder coming to an end, she chose not to part, and he wasn’t either, their kiss only deepening further and further. The storm was a far off concern in her mind, Serena totally forgetting that the power was even out in the first place. She felt fire through her veins, the weather only making her feel further electrified.

She needed him, like the earth needed rain.

[hxneymalfxy]

a first for everything. [two]

summary: when you get accepted into hogwarts for a transfer year, you are beyond ecstatic. however, you soon find out a change in enviornment won’t be your only problem. draco malfoy, the most dramatic boy in your year, has been chosen to keep an eye on you throughout your entire year. what on earth could go wrong?

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 3k

pairing: prefect!draco malfoy x ilvermorny!reader

part/s: intro // one // two // to be continued

tag-list: @drawlfoy (comment below if you’d like to be added!)

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You sat in solitude, all alone in the Gryffindor common room. It was barely sunrise before you had unwillingly gotten up out of your bed. Breakfast wasn’t served until seven-thirty, so you had about two more hours before anyone else decided to get up. Even after a month, the time difference still hadn’t set in. So here you were, wide awake with your headphones wrapped around your neck as they hummed the familiar sound of Hanson.

You sipped at the warm canister of coffee, enjoying the taste of the brewed beverage. Yes, coffee. Tea just never seemed to satisfy you enough. Pulling the wool blanket further up, you shift yourself to a more comfortable spot on the worn down couch.

Since there was no hope for you trying to fall back asleep, the only other option for you to do was your schoolwork. Which in itself was already very limited since you and Hermione had worked together last night in the library.

Grabbing your book bag, you shuffle through all of your books and decided on Potions. This was one of your only subjects that Malfoy couldn’t top you at. You recalled the first Potions class you and him attended. Surprisingly enough, you already knew most of the basics since Ilvermorny had taught them the year before.

This, for some reason, enraged the tall boy. It was as if he always wanted to be above you- everyone- for that matter. So it was quite a confidence boost when Professor Snape had given you a perfect mark on your first potion, while Draco was left standing next to you mumbling and muttering how pathetic the class was.

You had now completely abandoned the thought of reading the book in your hand, as you were so entranced by the memories of the past month. Then realization kicked in. You’d been in Hogwarts for an entire month now! All alone in a new school, and you had managed to survive without much help.

Except for the fact that Dumbledore still wasn’t giving up on the idea of Malfoy being your ‘guide’. He was quite the opposite actually. There was never a day where Malfoy hadn’t taken the time to comment about your abilities. Merlin’s Beard, there was even a day where he had made fun of the way you held your quill.

With that being said, you tried nearly every week to get Dumbledore to change his mind. Hell, you even brought him chocolates once! But it- sadly- always ended with him declining your offer. He didn’t give you a reason, just always calmly said “You’ll find out on your own why I’ve chosen the Malfoy boy as your guide.”

You certainly hoped that it would be soon, because it wasn’t just Malfoy messing with you. In fact his entire friend group had made it their top priority to constantly tease you. It was honestly tiring, always feeling like you were dealing with a bunch of petty middle schoolers.

But despite everything, you and Malfoy still kept the promise you made to each other at the start of the year. He’d ‘help’ you get your way around the corridors and classes, and you wouldn’t tell anyone about his association with you. Looking back at it, you should’ve at least added something a bit more beneficial to your side. But it was too late now, seeing as Draco quite enjoyed his end of the bargain.

You still couldn’t believe the fact that he was a Prefect. Sometimes you wanted to snatch the shiny green badge that he wore so proudly and throw it out into the vastness of the forbidden forest. That would definitely show him.

You scoffed, realizing a few moments later that the idea was irrational. Sighing, you focus your attention back to the Potions book you had dropped to the floor, deciding that it would be better reading it rather than litter your memory with thoughts of revenge against Draco Malfoy.

You were a good six pages in when you suddenly heard the entrance of the tower opening. Your head snapped to the direction of the painting creaking open, waiting for whatever it was to come into the common room. The Potions book was yet again disregarded as you now stood behind the couch, your wand held tightly in your hand.

The sound footsteps got closer, and your wand stayed raised in the air. When the figure finally revealed itself- or themselves rather- you let out a sigh of relief. The Weasley twins stood in front of you, boxes of what you assumed was jokes piled in their hands.

“And what are you doing up this early?” George whispered, as he quietly stepped around you to set the boxes down on the floor. Fred followed behind him, doing the same.

“I should be asking you that, Weasley.” You smiled. Fred and George exchanged looks and let out a quiet laugh, trying not to wake anyone up.

“Nothing important. Just.... business.” Fred said in a quite voice as his eye lit up with mischief and excitement. You rolled your eyes and stifled a small giggle, leaving them to tend to whatever jokes were inside their boxes. You sat back down on the couch, adjusting yourself to the same spot you were in moments ago.

You took another sip from your canister, and continued on where you left off. Potions had always seemed to intrigue you, even at Ilvermorny. You got almost perfect scores everytime you completed a potion, even the complicated ones. However, as you skimmed through the rest of the pages, you noticed one that you weren’t quite familiar with.

The bold letters on the page spelled out it’s name; Felix Felicis. Not only did it take 6 months to make, but it was way more complicated and harder to brew than any other potion you’ve tried to do. You’ve never even heard of some of the ingredients required to make it! You quickly grabbed a highlighter from your bag and highlighted the page title, wanting to remember it. It was nothing special really, you did this with all the potions you believed you could brew.

After a reading through more of the books pages, the sun had started to shine through the glass stained window that overlooked the entire common room. It wasn’t a very bright light, since the rather gloomy season had already started to take place. Taking this as a sign to get ready, you grabbed your belongings and headed back up to the dormitories.

It was the start of your second month, and you said a silent prayer to whoever was up there, hoping and praying they’d make it a smooth one.

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The Gryffindor table was loud as always, students chatting and eating away their sleepiness. You sat at your usual spot, surronded by the trio and your other friends. In front of you was an array of food; ranging from cereals to whole breakfast platters.

You noticed that the scenery had changed as well, with the ceilings being covered in an assortment of orange and red leaves and the windows being tinted to give off a homey feel. Hogwarts never ceases to amaze you.

You slurped at your bowl of cereal, enjoying the cocoa flavor. Ron sat infront of you as always, Harry by his side and Hermione on yours. He chomped away at the breakfast sausage, too preoccupied reading whatever he was holding to notice his loud chewing.

It didn’t bother you that much, seeing as everyone was doing the same thing. It did however annoy Hermione, since she had started reading another one of the books from the library. It surprised you that so much knowledge could fit into that brain of hers. She was something else.

“Hermione why don’t you eat something first? You’ve always got your head stuck in a book, I’m scared you’ll forget to even breathe at times.” You told the very determined girl next to you.

You could hear Ron let out a laugh, and you yourself couldn’t stop a smile from forming on your lips. Hermione finally looked up at you, eyes clearly tired from working so much.

“But there’s a quiz in DADA later today, and I most definitely do not want to fa-“

“Uh-uh, no. You won’t be able to focus if you don’t eat the most important meal of the day.” You said, sliding the book away from her reach.

She pouted, upset that you took her valued book away. You gave her another look, and she sighed finally giving in, piling a good amount of food on her plate.

“Wow, so you’ll listen to [Y/N]’s advice but not mine? I’m hurt.” Ron said playfully, grabbing his heart as if to mimic the pain of betrayal.

You laughed at this, enjoying the small bicker between him and Hermione. It wasn’t hard to see the signs of a faint attraction between them, even if they themselves couldn’t see it.

“It’s a shame you’re not in many of our classes [Y/N].” Ron said. “You should see Hermione fuss about every little thing-“

Ron never got to finish his sentence though, before Hermione had whacked him on the head with a parchment roll. At this you laughed harder than before, enjoying the face of regret Ron had on now.

“It is a shame isn’t it? [Y/N] won’t be able to see how much of a complete nonce you are.” Hermione remarked, crossing her arms. Despite her annoyed tone, her lips had still managed to form into a slight smile.

Ron scoffed and rolled his eyes, averting his attention back to the food in front of him. The four of you continued to converse, Harry complaining about the next Quidditch game, Hermione worrying about school, and Ron just living in the moment.

You smiled to yourself. You were definitely going to miss them once you left for good.

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Once breakfast had ended, you and trio had disbanded in the corridor. You were all alone now, walking by yourself among the sea of students surrounding you. You were more than familiar with the halls and corridors- courtesy of Malfoy, sadly- so it wasn’t that difficult heading to classes anymore.

You silently made your way to the Dungeons, your headphones on your head blasting all of your favorite tracks. Potions was- thankfully- your first class of the day. The other classes weren’t necessarily that bad, it was just Draco that ruined them.

Shaking your head, you cleared your thoughts of the rude boy. You were going to be stuck with him for the rest of the day, the least you could do was get some alone time before then.

When you finally made it to the Potions classroom you made your way to your usual spot. He hadn’t arrived yet, and you let out a sigh of relief. You hid your Walkman back in your bag, getting the necessary things needed for Snape’s class.

Professor Snape was scary, but so were others. In fact, your teacher at Ilvermorny could’ve easily scared Snape away with just a glance. You were honestly still shocked that other students in your year were still terrified of him, seeing as you were almost two years away from graduating.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw that Malfoy had arrived, throwing his bag onto the table. He didn’t acknowledge you, and you didn’t acknowledge him. He left his post, making his way back to his goons.

So there you were, all alone once again. You sat on the tall stool, arms supporting you on the table as you read through more of the different potions. You remembered the one you highlited earlier that day; Felix Felicis- also known as Liquid Luck.

You didn’t know why it fascinated you so much. Perhaps it was the effects of the Potion that made you even more determined to brew it one day. Draco quickly made his way back, indicating that Professor Snape had arrived.

You took another step to your left, not wanting to invade his personal space. Contrary to popular belief, Malfoy wasn’t exactly the bravest person everybody put him to be. The only reason why you noticed this in the first place is because he was clearly intimidated by Snape himself. It was quite funny actually, a teenage boy feeling the need to be superior to a Professor.

“Turn to page 297.” Snape announced in his usual voice, his eyes scanning the room for any misbehaving students. “Can anyone... tell me what the use and effects of an Amortentia potion are?”

You knew this one. Even had some personal experience with it. They were nasty Love Potions, used to make other people feel a great attraction towards you. Your bestfriend had tried to use it on one of the Lacrosse players at Ilvermorny- and it was safe to say that it had definitely backfired.

You raised your hand to answer, but you were beat by none other than your seatmate. Snape had moved aside from his place and revealed the small black couldron- presumably holding Amortentia. Draco had gladly gotten up out of his seat, not forgetting to throw a nasty glance at you before he did.

He stood behind the pot and began to explain. “Amortentia- or Love Potions- are used to create an illusion of being in ‘love’. Once used, the person affected by this potion is blinded by obsession and infatuation.”

“And the effects?” Snape snapped coldly, clearly annoyed at how Draco was turning this into something he could show off. You stifled a laugh when Draco’s smirk faltered, clearly not having been able to impress Snape.

“It’s aroma is different to each person who consumes it.” Draco paused, pulling another one of his show-off acts. He smirked and walked next to the couldron.

“For example, I smell” He took a small whif, inhaling the sweet smell of the Potion. “new linen, chocolate and-“ He paused once more, his smirk ultimately leaving his lips. “freshly brewed coffee.” His last words would’ve been impossible for you to hear if you weren’t seated so close to the front.

“10 points to Slytherin.” Snape announced, and motioned sharply for the blonde boy to go back to his place. A confused look still plastered Draco’s face, as if he had found out something he didn’t want to.

You ignored it, and paid attention to whatever experiment you had to conjure up today. It was another one of the simple potions, nothing too hard. Snape gave the entire class 40 minutes to brew it to perfection.

You flipped to the assigned page and started immediately. Draco hadn’t moved an inch, still lost in his thoughts. You snapped your fingers to get his attention.

“Are you just gonna sit there?” His eyes met yours, and he quickly shook out of his shocked demeanor. You eyed him weirdly, since he had started acting differently. There was no sudden comeback, no outburst.

You shrugged and let out a deep sigh, eyes averting back to the potion at hand. Jars of ingredients floated off of the shelf and onto your table, opening themselves. Draco was unusually quiet, just sitting there and following whatever the book told him to.

When it eventually came to adding both of your mixtures together, Draco had completely disregarded whatever came next. You almost let it slip until you realized that the potion would completely backfire if Draco didn’t follow the step before your current one.

“Draco are you even paying attention?” You asked impatiently, watching him as he just hummed and kept mixing his pot.

Taking matters into your own hands you add whatever else needed to be added, and end moving a full two steps closer to him. Not thinking anything of it, you grabbed his hand and started stirring with him. His eyes widened quickly and shook himself out of your grasp.

“Don’t touch me.” He said firmly, the familiarity of his rude voice coming back. You rolled your eyes and stepped back to your area.

“Just keep stirring.” You replied blankly. What had gotten into him?

When Snape had come to check on your potion, you and Draco had been given a near perfect-score, leaving you satisfied and less worried. Snape dismissed the class, and you hurriedly made your way out of the room.

You felt someone nudge your shoulder forcefully, and you snapped your head forward only to find out Malfoy had done it. He was back to his usual self, rude and arrogant.

Adjusting your bag, you made your way to your next class, following the crowd of students to the stairs.

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“Another cup? Are you sure you’ll even be able to sleep tonight [Y/N]?” Hermione asked worriedly, seeing as you’ve previously consumed about two other cups of your caffeinated beverage.

Classes had ended, and you were once again sat in the Gryffindor common room. It wasn’t empty this time, most of your housemates just lounging around and waiting until it was curfew.

“I’ll be fine Granger. I’m just maxed out for today, that’s all.” It was the truth, though. You were very tired, these classes getting the best of you at times. Add the pile of homework you’d have to do and you were completely wasted.

It had become a routine for you and Hermione to work together every night, so she was nice enough to help you with most of your work. Thank Merlin.

As for everything going smoothly? Total bull. You had really hoped your second month would go a lot easier, but you were of course wrong about that. Did you regret accepting the letter of exchange? Absolutely not.

It was just that damned boy keeping you from living up your best time here at Hogwarts. Besides that, you genuinely appreciated all of the new friendships you were able to form in the past month.

About thirty minutes before curfew, you informed Hermione that you were gonna head up to the dormitories and get ready to pass out, even if your had about 300mg of caffeine pulsing through your veins.

The softness of your bed engulfed you immediately, giving you the comfort you craved so dearly. The room was dim, some girls already sound asleep. Your uniform reeked of various Niffler foods, but you couldn’t care less.

You recalled your day, trying to remember if you had anymore things you needed to catch up on. Your schoolwork had all been turned in, and your homework was done and stacked neatly on your dresser.

Your moment of comfort was ruined when memories of your morning classes emerged. The whole Amortentia situation replayed over and over in your head, remembering the stuck up explanation of Draco. His answers- for some odd reason- lingered in your mind.

Trying to recall what in the hell kept making you think of him, and you suddenly remembered his answers after smelling the potion itself. New linen, chocolate and-

Your eyes shot open, completely washing away any sign of your sleepiness.

Freshly brewed coffee.

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author’s note: hi loves! hehe i hope you enjoyed this chapter, because i really enjoyed re-writing it. i did more research into the wizarding world in North America, and they mostly focused on potions and windless magic. so if you were wondering why [Y/N] is so into potions, that is exactly why! i don’t really have a posting schedule, but i try to be consistent with uploads. but anyways, thank you for supporting! i didn’t proof-read, so if there are any typos/mistakes- i apologize!

p.s. yes, i make my own gifs :))

[futurewriter2000]

Thieves - pt. 3

A/N: So I wrote this on my phone because my comouter is broken. Until then I have my undepending phone with me... Hehe... But dont worry. Tomorrow my sister is working so that means I can steal her comluter for a while. Yas. Note to self: Never drink coffee next to your computer.

XX

A book was placed in front of you. Below it caused a thud and above it spread dust. Firstly, you observed it. Despite the sound it emitted and the weight you logically concluded in your head, you hoped for a nice, thin book. You laid your head on the table just to see how that hope would disappear.

You could say you were mortified.

"500 PAGES!" you shouted at your roomate as you lifted the book in front of her. "YOU THINK I HAVE TIME FOR 500 PAGES!"

"It's 494 pages plus 3 pages of foreword."

You stared at your roomate and with a blink of an eye you repeated what you said. "500 BLOODY PAGES!" you lifted the book under her nose and she laughed.

"It's not that lot once you start it."

"Marilla..." you put your hand on her shoulder. "You know I love myself a good book but 500 pages of boring, useless details that can dig me a grave isn't my type of genre." you continued to look at her with empathic eyes but she only rolled hers and walked away, leaving you and the 500-page book standing alone.

"What is your genre, little Bee?" an arm wrapped itself around your shoulder, squeezing you tight. "War books? Spy books? Stolen books?" he winked. "Books about everything?Oooor..." he was now standing in front of you, close and steady. His hand went up to your loose strand of hair and tucked it behind your lovely ear. "A book about a handsome British man." he proudly puffed out his chest and grinned.

You wrinkled your nose and took a step back. "All is nice until a book about an obsessive stalker comes at me." you clashed with his shoulder and walked away.

When you entered the class, you believed it would be over but for him but it never was. He sat on the chair in front of you and sat opposite of how he should. His arms were laid on the back of the chair, his eyes wondering on yours. "I would hardly call myself a stalker, let alone obsessive stalker but if I am being frank with you- can I be?"

"Oh, please. Dont hold it inside just for me." you rolled your eyes.

"I would much rather be an obsessive stalker of that fine young woman who owned this book in the past. Merlin, the way she looked." he bit his fist and let out a pleasing groan.

"You talk about my sister?" your mood dropped and so did your tone.

"Yes. She was fun and gorgeous and sexy and talkative and trusting and- and just wow." he swooned and twirled on his chair meanwhile just that caused something ugly to form in your stomach.

Jealousy?- Of course it was jealousy. How can it not be that? - Even if she was long out of Hogwarts, three years to be exact, students and professors continued to swoon over her like the Gryffindor in front of you. You never liked Sirius, in any sort of way that would make you want to date him or even hold hands with him because to you, he was just someone with good genes and ignorant personality. Yet, when a handsome boy talks to you, the last thing you would want to hear is how your sister is much much better than you. In beauty and intellect.

But in a way.... That's how you always felt.

You looked down on the parchment that was laid in front of you and let your mind wander.

Sirius waited for your snarky comment or any kind of teasing remark but nothing came. His eyes glanced up at yours and he knew- he just knew you were sad. Plain sad. Has he offended you? Even if he planned to, he didn't mean to cause you that much hurt. Just some teasing as both of you were used to.

Your fingers tugged on the edge of the paper and you bit your lip subconsciously. "Yeah." you replied with a shallow voice. You took a deep breath and smiled. "Yeah she is." and with that you packed up your school supplies and sat at the other corner of the room, far away from the reminder.

He looked at you confused. He couldn't know what he could hit so close to the middle that made you walk away.

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The class was close to the end and the teacher decided to give the results of your exam taken last week. You weren't surprised to get a good grade but at the same time, you were sad.

What had happened to you? All your life you have been rebelling towards your sister, trying to get out of her shoes, trying to run away from all the pressure your parents put you through because of her. You've been doing nothing but complain about her. Of how she treats you, of how different she is with you then with others.

And this grade? This great mark you got from the help of your sister... It only made you feel like a hypocrite.

So as you were packed back in your dorm with nothing but a pack of books in front of you and another, only one book, your sister's book, beside them, you decided to make a decision.

You grabbed that one book and without any look in the mirror you went to the Gryffindor tower.

You knew the password. Your cousin is a Gryffindor, your whole family was. He was the same age as you and another acute reminder of how you stand out from the family.

You walked up to the boys dormitory and searched it whole until you found a certain name written on it. You raised your fist to knock and with all the bravery you could manage, you did.

A boy, a mixture of black and hazel, opened those doors and smiled at you. "Hey there, (y/n)."

"Hey, James." you smiled and felt yourself grow nervous. He always did have that affect on you.

"It's good to see you. What can I do for you?" he leaned on the door frame and curved his lips into a smile.

Merlin if you had a penny for each time he made you melt inside.

"Uh, well... I'm looking for Sirius."

"I thought you would sooner or later." he chuckled and opened the door wider. "Come in."

You nodded with a smile and entered the room. Four heads, eight eyes were now all on you.

"You know Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew." he pointed at each and you smiled at both of them. "And our lovely malodramtic Sirius Black."

"How can I forget the culprit?" you narrowed your eyes jokingly at him and shook your head. He only rolled his eyes in return.

"I thought that was water under the bridge."

"Not yet." you simpered and took a few steps forward. He stood up frkm the bed and started making his wat to you. The two of you met in the middle, only a few feet apart. You tugged your sleeves under the book your were holding and yet again, bit your lower lip subconsciously.

He looked down at the hidden book, furrowing his eyebrows. "What's this?" he then pointed.

"A book." you finally showed it bare and with no sleeves covering it.

"Thank you for that observation." he rolled his eyes and showed his birght teeth in a smile. "I mean why are you giving it to me? Are you giving it to me?"

"Yes." you said fast and pushed it at his chest. "Take it."

"It's not mine to take." he lifted his arm above his shoulders.

"It was a week ago." you continued to push it at his chest.

"Can we not do this here?" he said and nodded at the door, gently supporting the book with his hand.

You sighed. "I don't want it, Sirius and I bet you want it more as me." you spoke clearly with a sharp tone. The book was now at his hands and with a wave to the other boys, you left the room.

'I don't need her book. I don't. I can make it without her. I can make it better without her.' your thoughts ran through your mind over and over again. You don't want to feel so small everytime your perfect older sister is there or even slightly mentioned. It was so... so wrong for you.

"(y/n)!" someone shouted and you turned around to see the same boy running towards you.

"I told you, Sirius. I don't want the bloody book!"

"Can we stop about the book for a second?!" he stopped in front as he always did but this time his hands were firmly placed on your shoulders. "What's wrong?"

And at this point you wanted to collapse in those gentle arms and tell him you were far from okay. But he was a stranger and you don't trust strangers.

"Nothing."

"Nothing is always something, (y/n)." he simpered and you smiled as well.

"So he does know my name." you tried to avert the attention to another subject than your emotions.

"Took me a while." he smiled and offered you an arm. "Want to walk."

"Uhm-well-"

"Oh, you're walking with me alright." he took your hand in his and pulled you with him.

"This is abduction." you tried to get your hand out of his but he only took your arm and interlaced his fingers with you.

You blushed at the action. You hated your hands for some odd reason. They were never much for ring wearing or fancy handwriting but with his hands, they just fit so perfectly and the feeling was ever so warming.

"Is it?" he glanced at you with that infamous smirk of his.

"Yes." you tried to hide your blush yet the smile was illuminating just that.

"Then why are you walking with me?" he continued to smile so lovely at you. He noticed the two burnt cheeks just as the castle lights shone on them and that made him satisfied for pressuring you into a walk.

"Because...."

"Because?" he kept doing the same gesture. They way his eyes leaned on you and his smile caused a feeling abrupt in your heart. You stared up to those light eyes that transformed so dark at when the light was at its worse. So many thought ran through your head that all you ever wanted was to make sure they were somehow true... But then again... He said it himself he'd prefer your sister over you. Not in so many words but he said it.

You pulled your hand from his grasp and tugged it under your crossed arms. He looked confused for a moment, sobered up from the spell your touch caused him. Why would you do that? He loved holding your hand, it was... Nice- in his own words.

His hand now felt cold and alone, so he put it in his pocket. "I have to appologise to you about this morning." he swayed on his feet lightly. "Whatever insulting I said, I didn't mean to hurt you and I definetly didn't mean to make you want to give your sister's book to me."

You looked up at him, again with those doe eyes that made him feel.... Nice. A gentle laugh left your lips and you began to walk in front of him, walking backwards. "So you appologise for something you said but not for something you stole?" you quirked an eyebrow and he snorted at the irony.

"Stole? I have no clue what you mean."

You backed away to his side and walked his pace. "You didn't say anything insulting to me this morning. I just... Drifted at the mention of my sister.." you said intentionally.

"Your sister?" he asked, unsure if he heard you correctly.

"When it comes to her I just become so... On edge." you shrugged, avoiding his eye contact.

And for that moment of silence Sirius could feel himself see a different person in front of him. Not this overly-confident small Hufflepuff who kneed him in the crotch and stole his leather jacket but this- well, he couldn't find the right words to describe that person at the moment.

"I don't understand. I remember her coming to your classes just to check up on you and yell at this Slytherin for bullying you..."

"Yeah, I like that sister too but you know most of the time all I hear were her ugly remarks about me and how I am doing everything wrong over and over again. To see just how much my mom prefers her over me, how she spoils her, loves her, praises her... It's like this cage I can't get out of. She's different towards me than she is with anybody else, Sirius. " you now stopped in front of him and looked up." But you like her, the whole world likes her and she is this perfect beautiful witch, contrast to me. "you looked down on your sweatpants and hoodie. Just now you remembered your hair wasn't all tidy and bewitching as well.

"What are you talking about? You're just as cute as her."

"Cute, Sirius. Not beautiful." you let it leave your lungs carelessly.

"You were beautiful on that Hogsmeade trip." he took your hands and stepped closer. "The jeans, the yellow bold top, the oversized sexy leather jacket." he was now close as you smiled.

He was almost leaning on your chest, his warm breath touching your skin and his hands gently put on your waist. It was almost euphoric.

But it just couldn't get out if your head. "I'm not her, Sirius." you stepped away.

Sirius felt his breath fade away. He didn't know why he held it in at the first place. It was surely not because of the moment that happened between the two of you just now was "nice" but something else- something he didn't want tovend the way it did.

He watched you leave with your grey hoodie, your sweatpants and two-coloured socks standing out in the night of all of it. Few more seconds and those bright-sock feet disappeared around the corner.

[fruitquake]

Are you still taking prompts? I want Sirius noticing Remus looking longingly at clothes in the shop sale everytime he thinks no one is looking. But pretending he doesn't want or need new clothes whenever it is mentioned.

Thank you for the prompt! I don’t really know if this is what you wanted but here it is! xD

The first thing Sirius Black had noticed, when he met with his friend a week before the start of their 7th year, was that Remus had grown remarkably over the summer. Sirius wasn’t complaining, as this made the young werewolf quite handsome, but it also had the consequence that no clothes he owned seemed to fit anymore.  

Neither Sirius or Remus mentioned anything about the sudden growth spurt of the latter, as they were walking together down a street in muggle London, just the two of them. Sirius was happy that it was just him and Remus there. Of course he liked his other friends as well, but he had after all spend the whole summer with James, and it was nice to have some time with Remus as well.

“So, what has your summer been like so far?” Sirius asked cheerfully, looking down the street. He could just see Remus shrug out of the corner of his eye.

“Pretty uneventful.” He answered casually.

Sirius looked at Remus, but Remus was looking the other way. Sirius followed the direction of his eyes, to a shop window with muggle clothes. He knew that Remus’s family didn’t have a lot of money, but it hadn’t occurred to him before that they might not be able to afford new clothes for the fast-growing teenager.

“Hey, if you need new clothes-” Sirius started, but was interrupted by Remus.

“Sirius, i’m not gonna let you buy me clothes.” Remus said.

“Why not?”

“I have plenty of clothes.”

“But they’re too small.” Sirius said.

Remus looked at him. “Nah, i have plenty of clothes that fit.”

“But you chose to wear a shirt that’s two sizes too small?”

Remus rolled his eyes, a discrete smile playing on his lips. “Merlin, Padfoot, can we not even have a good time together without you criticizing my fashion taste?”

Sirius didn’t listen anymore. He’d spotted the perfect thing, his own favorite clothing store, just at the other side of the road. “C’mon, Re.” He said, grabbing the other and pulling him across the street.

“Where are we going?” Remus asked. Sirius didn’t answer but just walked towards the shop. Remus seemed to take one look inside a shop window, before he stopped, forcing Sirius to stop too. “Really, Sirius?”

Sirius turned towards him with a grin. “Come on, Moony. You obviously need new clothes.”

Remus took another glance into the shop. “No i don’t. At least not from in there.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Sirius said defensively. This was the shop he had gotten close to all of his muggle clothes from. His favorite leather jacket was the exact same one as the one displayed in the shop window. Remus seemed to have picked up on that too, and he knew better than to criticize Sirius’s taste in clothing.

“Fine, we can go in there, but you’re not buying me anything.”

“We’ll see.” Sirius said, swinging open the door and holding it open, letting Remus walk in first.

“Sirius, i’m not sure this is really the right type of shop for me.” Remus said in a slightly exasperated voice, after they’d walked around in there for a while. Sirius turned to him, arms full of clothes he’d picked for Remus.

“What do you mean? It’s gonna be great, Remus.” He said. “This is where i shop.”

“Exactly.” Remus said. “All this punk stuff and band tees might look good on you, but i’m not sure they’re exactly my thing.”

“Rubbish.” Sirius smiled and held the clothes he was carrying, out towards Remus. “Try this on. There’s a changing room that way.”

After a little more persuasion, Remus rolled his eyes, took the clothes from Sirius and walked into the changing room. Sirius stood outside waiting.

“Are you done yet?” He asked after a while. There was no answer. “Remus?”

Sirius thought he heard a sigh from inside the changing room. “Sirius, i look like an idiot.”

“I’m sure you don’t!” Sirius said. More silence from behind the curtain. “Can i come in?”

At first there was no answer, as if Remus was hesitating, or perhaps just dragging out time. Then another sigh, followed by a “Sure, i guess.”

Sirius drew the curtain away, and almost choked when he saw Remus. The tall boy looked at him, an unnecessarily self-conscious look on his face. “I knew this would be a bad idea.” He muttered, his eyes avoiding Sirius.

“Are you kidding me?” Sirius breathed, his eyes travelling up and down the boy. His usual sweater and loose pants were now replaced by a charming leather jacket worn on top of a black, fitted turtleneck sweater and a pair of black skinny jeans. Sirius simply couldn’t take his eyes off Remus.

“Uh… Sirius?” Remus said, making Sirius snap out of the trance-like state he’d been in, for longer than he probably should have. Remus looked down, a shy grin playing on his lips. “Is it really that bad?”

All Sirius could do was shake his head. No, it wasn’t bad at all. Remus looked perfect, there was no other word for what Sirius was seeing.

“Then… why are you staring at me?”

Sirius felt the color rise to his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring.

Remus shook his head slightly. “Look, can’t you just get out of here so i can change back? This was stupid, i even told you i didn’t want you to buy any clothes for m-”

Remus was silenced when Sirius’s lips collided with his. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Sirius pulled away, already out of breath. “You look fucking perfect, Re.” He breathed, his face less than an inch from Remus’s.

Even this close, Sirius could see the shocked expression on Remus’s face, and the redness that was quickly spreading in his cheeks.

“Y-you kissed me.” Remus muttered.

“Yeah, no shit.” A grin spread across Sirius’s face.

“Why?”

Sirius bit his lower lip, considering the seemingly simple question. He’d wanted to kiss Remus for a while now. When or why these feelings had started, Sirius wasn’t sure. He couldn’t remember ever feeling any different about Remus.

“Sirius.” Remus muttered, demanding an answer.

Sirius put his arms around Remus’s neck, pulling him in for another kiss, this one longer and deeper and better, because this time, Remus kissed him back.

Sirius pulled away slightly, his lips so close to Remus’s that he could still taste the other boy’s breath. “Because you’re perfect.”

Hope that wasn’t too shitty. Remember you can still send me prompts or requests!

[snapessecretdiary]

Master Plan

authors note: sooo I know it´s not Christmas, not even near, but that idea came popping to my mind and I couldn´t help myself. Dunno if the end (or everything) might be unrealistic, but I actually don´t know how to let this one end.. + why the fuck have I never seen this gif before? It´s pure gold

The plan they had in mind was quite plain to understand: Make the grumpy Potions teacher with his prominent scowl fall for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. And the other way too. Ever since Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, had offered the job of the new DADA teacher to [Y/N] [L/N], a young witch who graduated just some years ago, he and Minerva McGonagall used to sit together when all preperations for the soon starting term were done to talk about whom to set Severus Snape up with. And once young Ms. [L/N] agreed to work as a teacher, they had found the one person they were looking for. When she was invited to a interview with both of the Professors, they took it as the opportunity to test her, if she was the right choice for the job, but most importantly, if she would fulfill their expectations in relation to the Potions Professor. 

The relieving thing was: [Y/N] [L/N] seemed to be perfect for both. So considered the fact that terms would start in about a month, the two collegues got plenty of time to plan, everything. A plus to their plan was (at least so they thought), that [Y/N] had already moved into the big castle. What wasn´t too apealing was that her rooms were far from Severus´ but as she didn´t really wanted to move into the dungeons, what other options did they got? That was why at first, their hopefully soon-to-be couple only met randomly in the staff room and at meals in the Great Hall. They did what ever they considered as helpfull. Occupying all the seats during breakfast, lunch and dinner, so that only the one next to Professor Snape was free. At first, it seemed to work. [Y/N] sat down next to Severus, smiling at him politely, which he vaguely returned, and started eating. That was it. The conversation soon started, only that it wasn´t [Y/N] and Severus talking to each other, but her getting engaged into a conversation that would last the entire meal by whoever sat next to her, which mostly happened to be Hagrid, the gamekeeper. And he seemed to have taking an immense liking in the new teacher.

To say they didn´t talked to each other would be a complete understatement. Exept for a friendly ´Good morning´ or ´Good evening´ from her side and a barely noticeable nood from his, they didn´t spoke to each other at all. Much to Dumbledore´s and McGonagall´s disapointment. "What else options do we have?", asked the headmaster one day. His face lay tiredly in his hands, his ellbows resting on the desk. 

"I´m afraid there aren´t many Albus.", sighed Minerva. "Everytime [Y/N] tries to open up a conversation or ask him a simple question he keeps telling her to bother someone else. It seems those two are avoiding one another at all costs." Lazily, the elderly witch slumped down in the cozy chair that stood nearest to the headmasters desk. "We´ve done everything. Telling them the other one wanted to talk about something, randomly leaving them alone in a room, we´ve tried to put up innuendoes. Nothing worked." complained Dumbledore. For what seemed like the first time, even he didn´t know what to do. He didn´t even had something good to say. He was completelly and utterly exhausted by trying to force ideas to come to his mind - They wouldn´t.

Days flew by, ideas came and left, nothing worthy enough to actually give it a go. Right now, they were both about to enter the staff room, when they could hear two voices arguing loudly behind it. "Just because you didn´t get the job doesn´t mean that the way I handle class is a ´poor attempt´ and completely senseless. I do know what I teach them, has that ever crossed your mind?" "You don´t know a thing about Dark Arts. Am I mistaken in the statement that you have no real practice with such Charms?", growled Severus as an remark for [Y/N]´s former words. Either he got no answer or her voice was too quiet to be heard. "Do you think the same than I do?", whispered Professor Dumbledore. Nooding his collegue answered: "I most certainly do." The opened the door to the staff room, looking straigthly at the Potions Professor who shoot daggers at young Ms. [L/N], who too was glaring at him. Except from them, there wasn´t any other teacher in the room. "Severus, [Y/N], we need your assistance.", Professor McGonagall said in the sweetest tone she had to offer. Hardly ending their staring contest, both growled in agreement. Together with the headmaster, the elderly witch left the room, whispering a small charm that no one (except for the headmaster) could hear. Slowly turning her head away from Severus Snape, [Y/N] made her way towards the door. The only problem was, that once she reached it, she couldn´t move any further. "Move.", demanded the black haired professor, about to walk in her direction. Before [Y/N] could actually get the chance to tell him to stop walking towards her immediately, it was to late. Standing only centimetres apart, Severus got trapped to, another step impossible. Desperatly trying to get away from the young, new DADA teacher, Professor Snape searched the ground for only the tinniest of chance, only to be rudly interrupted by the very woman he wanted to get away from. "By Merlin-", she moaned. "What it wrong now?", Severus wanted to know. "I´m going to kill everyone who was involved in this.", she said, pointing her finger towards the door frame above them. Dangling happily from its place was a small, bright green mistletoe. "Dumbledore..", cursed Snape under his breath. "What are we going to do now?" Fixing her [E/C] eyes back on his face, [Y/N] looked at him with a suprised expression. "Wait, the Great Severus Snape doesn´t know what to do? Damn I thought you were growing up with a Muggle-father." 

The Potions Master only rolled his dark eyes. "Don´t you know this tradition?", she asked. Shaking his head barely visibly he waited for her to explain. 

"Well in the Muggle words it´s a tradition on Christmas holiday. Once you´ve crossed a mistletoe you have to.. kiss. And given the fact that we´re in the wizarding world I´m afraid there is no other chance to get out of this then by kissing." And within seconds, Severus gulped loudly and went completelly and utterly stiff. He wasn´t going to kiss her. 

Sure.. he had to admit that he kind of liked her. A little bit. Only a little. Or better said he disliked her less than the rest of people in Hogwarts. If he would be totally honest, he even liked to argrue with her, because then she would always talk about anything as if her life depended on it, and he liked the passion in her eyes when she did. But kissing her? No thanks.

For [Y/N] the thought wasn´t much easier to handle. He was interessting, she thought. His character seemed to be the most captivating in he whole area. She could listen to him speak about Merlin knows what for hours, she even liked to be near him. She was a little uncomfortable, when she said: "Just kiss me, alright? It doesn´t have to mean anything, I just want to do something else than to stand here for the rest of my life. Besides nobody´s around right now, or do you want the students to see?" Again not answering he nooded in silent agreement. Getting a bit closer (altrough they already were just seperated by less than 20 centimetres, he paused before her, feeling as nervous as ever. Trying to encourage him, [Y/N] smiled at him warmly, then got to the tips of her feet, put her hands on his shoulders for support and pressed her lips to his. Severus was slightly taken aback, he hadn´t thought for her to actually do it. The feeling, however, wasn´t half as unpleasant as the both of them had thought. The kiss took quite a while and even got a little more tender, but soon got interrupted by small whispering voices that obviously belong to the headmaster and Professor McGonagall. Seperating, [Y/N] smiled at him again, then got back down standing fully on her feet again. "See you at dinner.", she said. Taking her hands from his shoulders, she went to leave and soon got out of his sight. Oh how much he hoped to find a mistletoe again soon.

[hxneymalfxy]

hell of a ride. [INTRO]

summary: draco malfoy- Slytherin prince himself- has formed a grudge against you. famous harry potter’s twin, the star seeker of Gryffindor. after losing the first game of the season, he’s made it his mission to bother you at every chance he gets. but when you and the pretentious boy get stuck with each other for an entire month of detention, unexpected things start to happen between you two.

genre: fluff, enemie-to-lovers, idiots-to-lovers

pairing: draco malfoy x twin potter!reader

song rec: Bang! by AJR

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The Quidditch pitch was empty, much to your surprise. Today was the first game of the season, a day that almost everyone in the entire school anticipated. So you being the only one at the stands confused you. Although to be fair, it was five in the morning.

The sun had started to come up, it’s rays rising behind the mountains. You sat alone on one of the Gryffindor bleachers admiring the view of the field. Memories flooded in- moments that you wish you could just travel back to. You sighed deeply, watching the cloud of fog from your mouth disappear into the cold November air.

You remembered the first game you had ever watched at Hogwarts. You were so small, so adventurous. You missed the feeling of excitement as a part of the crowd. The happy feeling of butterflies in your stomach when Jordan announced that your house had one the game.

That was all gone now. Now you were part of the team, a whole new world you had learned to adapt to for the past year. The ‘Star Seeker’ of Gryffindor House, [Y/N] Potter. Some would even say you topped Charlie Weasley. You doubted that, obviously.

You smiled slightly, enjoying the forgotten memories buried in your mind. The warmth of the sun spread across your cheeks, and it was a nice feeling in contrast with the winter season. It was incredible really, the weather at Hogwarts could change in a heartbeat. One day it’ll be scorching hot, the next cold and frozen.

“Sneaking out again are we?” You heard the familiar voice of your brother suddenly say.

You turned and saw his floating head, the glasses on his face fogging up due to his warm breath. You smiled at him, happy at the fact that Harry was still the same goofy boy you shared your life with.

“You know it.” You replied.

He slipped the invisibility cloak off his shoulders and took a seat next to you, his arm resting on your shoulders. You melted into your brother’s embrace, feeling warm and safe.

“Why are you up so early? We don’t have to warm-up until another hour or so.” He asked as he looked at the vast array of mountains surrounding the school.

You didn’t know yourself, actually. You don’t even know why you chose to go the Quidditch pitch in the first place. All you knew was that you needed to get out of the castle for a bit, enjoy the solitude of being alone.

“Just,” You paused. “needed to clear my mind I guess.”

Harry shifted in his place, his gaze leaving the mountains and focusing on his twin. He watched as you chewed on your inner cheek, a habit you’ve had ever since you two were little. It was something you did whenever you were unsure of yourself, or whenever you were jittery.

“You’re doing the thing again, [Y/N].” He stated, and you lifted your head from his shoulder, shrugging off his warm hug. You looked at him now, the same blue eyes meeting yours.

“I’m fine Harry, I really am. I think I just need to take a breather, that’s all.” You reassured. You patted his shoulder and stood up, leaving him alone at the bleachers.

“Be careful, [Y/N]!” Harry shouted when you were finally a good distance away from him.

“Yes mother!” You yelled back, smile adorning your features. You heard his low laugh, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

You were once again in your own headspace, the solitude from earlier coming back. Walking down the damp, worn out wooden bridge, you enjoyed the smell of pine wood surrounding you. Hogwarts was awfully quiet, but you couldn’t complain. It was rare moments like these that you appreciated the most, quiet and still.

You loved your friends, you really did, but being babied all the damn time did a good amount on you. Especially now with the dark lord running around, you were always protected at all costs. You were in just as much danger that Harry was in, so everyone trying to hide you didn’t make sense at all.

You stopped in your place. Maybe that was why you were so pent up for no reason. Maybe that was the cause for all of your restless nights. You huffed and continued on your way down the pitches, finally exiting the tall structures.

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When you finally reached the Gryffindor common room, you were greeted by the same two people everytime you snuck out on your own. Ron and Hermione stood from their places on the couch and Hermione sprinted towards you. Her arms wrapped themselves tightly around you, her worried expression never leaving her face.

“Where were you? One minute you’re lying in bed, the next you’re off to who knows where!” Her embrace got tighter around you, and you mouthed a quick ���help me’ to Ron.

He quickly lept from his place to help you, finally letting you out of Hermione’s tight embrace.

“Jeez you two- I just wanted some fresh air. No biggie.” You remarked as you made your way past the duo.

Falling onto the old couch, you feel the soft wool pillow meet your head. The couch may be a few centuries old, but it never failed to make you feel comfortable. Hermione stood next to you now, her arms crossed and her mouth slightly pouted.

“But [Y/N], you know how dangerous it is for you to be out by yourself. Vol-“ She paused, not wanting to mention his name in fear of him finding you. “You-Know-Who’s back and-“

“-Could capture me anytime blah, blah, blah!” You cut off. Getting up from your place on the couch, you make your way towards the staircase. “Give me a break, Mione, please. I’m tired of everyone nagging me about that bald headed freak.”

The both of them stood still in their places, clearly not expecting you to respond with such an agrivated tone in your voice. You sighed for the thousandth time this morning, and you turn to face them.

"Look- I'm sorry for yelling, but please for the love of god, let me be for just a few hours. Especially today." You pleaded to the duo in front of you.

Hermione's lips were pressed into a thin line, obviously not happy with the idea of you out on your own. Your eyes averted to the ginger-haired boy, his eyes trying their best to avoid your pleading gaze.

"I want to mate, I really do. It's just that Dumble-" Ron never got to finish however, since Hermione had taken it upon herself to cover his mouth before he could say anything else.

Intriguied, you raised a curious brow the both of them.

"Dumbledore?" You ask, now determined not to leave the common room without an answer.

Ron’s eyes were wide, along with Hermione’s. She let out a quiet cough, quickly taking her hand off his face.

“Nothing!” She replied rather hastily, and made her way next to you. Grabbing you by the shoulders, she ushered you up the stairs and did her best to change the subject. “[Y/N] I think you should get ready now- don’t want to miss the big day and all!”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Hermione shoved you into your dormitory before you could even utter a single word. Now you were left with your mouth open, staring at the wooden door in front of you. Everything happened so fast, it almost felt as if someone had obliviated you.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you closed your eyes and let out a suppressed sigh. Great, just great. Hermione was now definitely going to keep a closer eye on you, and now all of a sudden Dumbledore was in on this as well. You let your forehead bang on the door, not caring if it would leave a mark.

“Come on [Y/N], pull yourself together. You’re a Potter for Merlin’s sake.”

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author’s note: hi loves! i am so so sorry about the wait, i lost motivation in writing for a little while. however- i am back and better than ever! i really hope you enjoy this series, because i am so excited to continue writing it. stay safe everyone!