#neville long bottom

[remusslove]

Hiya hon!, how are you doing?

I was wondering if you would be open to writing anything with Neville longbottom x little!reader, I completely understand if your not comfortable I hope you have a fabulous rest of your day/night<3

I’m doing great and same to you!<3💌

“What’s dis one!?” You asked pointing to the rare type of plant on the rack. “That’s a honeybee plant love, you like it?” He explained to you.

“What about dis one?! And dis one?!” You asked in excited way pointing at almost every single plant in the room. He sighed playfully picking you up and placing you on his hip.

You instinctively put your head on his shoulder and listened to the boys calming heartbeats. “How bout I tell you two facts about each one mkay?” He asked making you nod between your pacifier.

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Herbology Neville (Blurb) (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 29, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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“Hi Neville!” you beamed as you walked into the greenhouse late at night. You knew Neville would be here. “Hi Y/n,” Neville said, sounding shaky. 

“Whatcha doing there?” you questioned and walked toward him. “Stay back, Y/n! I don’t want you getting hurt!” Neville panicked and held his arm out so that you wouldn’t get any closer. 

“W-What is it?” you asked shakily, if it could hurt you then it could hurt Neville too. 

“Venomous Tentacula,” he informed you and jumped backward, scaring the living hell out of you. 

“Venomous Tentacula?! Get away from that thing!” you shouted and tried to grab his arm. “Stand back!” he shouted and pulled out his wand. The vile thing brought its vines out to strangle Neville, meaning that you had to do something. 

“Neville!” you shouted and pushed him aside. The vines grabbed you instead and you started freaking out. “Neville! Neville!” you yelped, fear of being poisoned taking over. 

“O-Oh my godric! Y/n! Hold on!” he panicked and picked up his wand (that you made him drop) off of the ground. “Diffindo!” he shouted, stunning the plant and cutting the vines. 

“Are you alright?!” Nevile asked once the vines fell off of your body. “Y-Yeah, I think so. I’m alive, right?” you weren’t even trusting the very clear signs that you were alive. 

“Y-Yeah, you’re alive. Let’s get out of here, I think that’s enough for you tonight. You need rest,” he said and grabbed your hand, which was still shaking. 

A few minutes later, after walking in complete silence, Neville assumed he could talk now since your breathing was back to normal. 

“I’m sorry about that. I knew I shouldn’t have messed around with that thing but it’s just so interesting! I mean, it’s vines! The fact that it can stun you with a single bite! It’s magnificent really,” he ranted, his smile bright. 

He was just praising the thing that tried to kill you. “Yeah, magnificent,” you said sarcastically. 

“Oh, right,” he said sheepishly, “it was not magnificent that it tried to kill you. But that’s what I’m here for, to protect you.”. You smiled up at him and rested your head on his shoulder, “My hero.”. 

Your words made Neville smile like a bloody idiot for the rest of the night.

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xoxo

[fantisyoflove]

Praise Him

"Neville? Neville, sweetheart, what are you afraid of?"

He leaned back into the chair, legs wide. His hands slid down his thighs and he tossed his head back as he groaned,"I want to be good for you"

You straddle his waist and roll your hips against him creating a delicious friction.

"You are good for me." You whisper as you card your fingers through his hair. You grab a fistful of the hair on the back of his head and use it to tilt his face back to you.

"You are such a good boy, Neville." You purr resting your forehead against his.

His eyes narrow in on you. His hips bucked against you at your words and you smirked.

Neville wrapped his arms around your waist and pulls you flush against him.

"Say it again" he sounded utterly gutted.

You lazily run your fingers through his hair again.

"You want to hear what a good boy you are?" You roll your hips against his. His tongue flicks out across his lips and he nods eagerly.

"You want me to tell you you're a good boy?"

Nevilles head is hanging off the back of the chair now, his eyes closed in pure bliss.

"Look at me." You demand and his head snaps up, eyes on you.

"You are such a good boy, Neville. " His hips bucked again and he... he whimpers.

His voice high, keening for you.

You smile wider and you try to stop your hands from shaking as you undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Such a good boy, Neville. Look at you." You get the last button undone and rest your hands on his bare chest for the first time. His skin is on fire.

His hands shoot up and grasp your wrists. Eyes wide and pupils blown wide. He looks completely debauched and scared.

"Let me take care of you my perfect boy." You coo, "my big. Strong. Man." You emphasize each word as you rest your hands under his shirt and slowly push the fabric away.

"I'm so lucky to have you all to myself." You murmur against his neck as you take your time tasting his skin.

He let out a soft whine and you want to give him everything.

You climb off his lap and he huffs in disappointment. You pull him up and begin undoing his belt.

"Look at you doing such a good job."

He steps out of his bottoms and you toss them aside.

You kiss him, letting his cock brush against the soft skin of your belly. Then you drop to your knees.

He makes a choking gasp.

His cock, thick and long, stands at attention for you. You suck in a breath which makes his cock throb.

His cheeks were flaming red. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Is this all for me?" You purr and gently wrap one hand around his shaft. You hold his eyes as you wrap your lips around the tip.

One swirl of your tongue had his knees buckling. You guide him back to the chair and release him so he can sit back down.

"There you go, baby, just like that." You take him again in your hand and mouth.

You slowly ease into a steady rhythm and he is a moaning mess beneath you.

"Uh. Mhhm. Mphemmm." The sounds pour from his mouth while you suck. Your tongue flicking and rolling over more sensitive spots. When his balls start drawing up sharply you slow down and pull off.

Using your hand you lazily stroke his cock.

"Awe. Is my good boy about to cum?" You bat your eyelashes at him as his head lolls back to face you. Beads of sweat have gathered on his forehead and his chest is rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath.

"That's it Neville. Let me see you fall apart on my tongue."

You take him as deep as you can as you keep sucking. His knuckles are white as he grips onto the sides of the chair. His eyes glued to yours as he gasps and bucks.

The sounds coming from him are sinful. You will hear these moans and whimpers forever. Letting this moment replay in your mind again and again and again. Watching him break down completely at your touch.

You pull off one last time making Neville cry out in frustration.

"Cum for me, Neville? Cum for me my good boy. I want to drink you down."

You don't let him respond as you take his cock again.

He is so vocal and his body sings for you. You know right before it happens and you greedily take his cock deep in your throat.

"Fuck y/n yes yes yesss" he whined one hand gripping the back of your head holding you down on his length.

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Can you recommend fics where harry thinks draco is up to something? thank you so much! I love this blog.

Sure thing, anon! A classic Drarry trope👌🏼I hope you enjoy these:

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The Usual by @aibidil (T, 9k)

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Operation Dragon's Shenanigans by @nv-md (E, 14k)

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Sleight of Hand by @the-starryknight (E, 15k)

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The Star Splitter by @oflights (E, 219k)

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Hair

Quidditch practice had been brutal. Katie Bell had struggled to hold onto the quaffle, and got more agitated each time he mentioned it. One of his beaters had accidentally hit his best chaser in the face, and Ron took a quaffle to the wrist, resulting in a bad sprain. Harry decided to call it, and they ended practice early. His head wasn’t really in the game anyways. All he could think about was seeing Draco pacing down the third corridor again.

After making a quick trip to Madam Pomfrey to fix Ron’s wrist, the boys debated the issue all the way back to the common room.

“C’mon, mate. Malfoy doesn’t have the stones to pull something off like that. Don’t you remember- WHAT did you do to your HAIR?!” Ron added severely as the boys entered the common room.

Harry’s mouth fell open. There was Hermione standing in front of them talking to Neville. Except for one major difference. Almost all of Hermione’s hair was gone. It was now at the level of her ears, and her natural curls seemed to form a halo around her head.

Hermione smiled nervously at them. “H-hi,” she started uncertainly. “How was practice?”

“Sod practice! Who did that to you?!” Ron demanded angrily.

Harry saw the hurt on Hermione’s face for a fraction of a second before her features twisted in anger.

“I did, Ron! What about it?!” She snapped back.

“Well, I like it. It looks nice on her,”Neville added in a pacifying tone.

Ron ignored him.

“You look ridiculous! Why would you do that?”

Harry felt his stomach drop. He knew Ron had taken it too far. Hermione’s bottom lip started to quiver at Ron’s words.

She didn’t say anything as she shoved past the boys and hurried out the portrait hole.

“Nice going, Ron,” Ginny called from the corner.

“Bullocks! Hermione, wait!” Ron called as he followed her.

Harry sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted, and headed to the boy’s dormitory. Ron would have to sort this one out on his own.

***

He looked both ways down the corridor just in time to see her shoes disappear around a corner.

Ron was grateful for his long legs as he ran to catch up with her and saw her disappearing behind a tapestry that he knew hid a secret route to the kitchens. He slid behind it and grabbed the door before Hermione could shut it.

She gasped as the door handle was pulled away from her and looked surprised to see Ron standing right beside her. Her eyes were red and puffy.

“Ron! How did you-

“Hermione, I’m sorry!” He said quickly, shutting the door behind him and pressing in closer to her in the narrow hallway. She had to take a step back just to see his face.

“It just surprised me, that’s all,” he continued, reaching for her hand. Hermione snatched it away.

“You said I look ridiculous!” She reminded him, fresh tears springing to her eyes.

“I- shite! Hermione I’m an arse. I don’t know why I said that. I’m just-

“Well, you’re right!” She shouted.

Her whole body was shaking as she sobbed openly now.

Ron’s heart plummeted. He pulled her into a tight hug, and this time, Hermione let him.

“No, the fuck I wasn’t!” He said fiercely. “Hermione, it wouldn’t matter if you were bald. You’d still be beautiful.”

She couldn’t see Ron’s face with her head pressed into his chest, but she guessed it was about as red as hers was at the moment.

“I just like your hair is all. I always have. But if you prefer it short - well that’s your decision, isn’t it? It shouldn’t matter what some dolt like me thinks. But it’s kind of growing on me.

“I don’t like it either,” came Hermione’s muffled voice. She was clinging to him tightly now.

“What?”

Ron pulled back to look at her. She sniffed loudly and wiped her eyes.

“I don’t like it either,” she repeated. “I had to cut it off. Malfoy threw a hex at me-

“When?!” Ron looked alarmed.

“While I was leaving the library. You and Harry were still at practice. I caught him pushing a first year against the wall. He was yelling at him about something, and I ran between them. I told him to back off, or I would report him to McGonagall. He got angry and threw a hex at me I’d never heard before.”

Hermione heard Ron take a sharp inhale and watched his jaw clench. His hair was still sweaty from practice, and she swore his blue eyes became darker at the mention of the word “hex” again.

“My hair turned into snakes,” she continued as her cheeks turned red. “Snakes. Can you imagine? Like a real life Medusa. Malfoy started laughing, and I acted quickly. I used my wand to cut them off my head, and then I made them chase him down the hallway.”

Ron grinned at her. “Yeah?” He asked, impressed.

Hermione couldn’t help but grin back. “Yes,” she confirmed.

“Wicked,” he laughed and Hermione found herself giggling too.

“Well, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry like when he cursed my teeth,” she said blushing furiously now.

Ron had a flashback to fourth year of Hermione’s two front teeth growing larger by the second and his fists clenched.

“But the truth is I hate it,” she said now in a small voice, looking down at the floor and ringing her hands together.

She looked so vulnerable, and he felt an ache in his chest. He was going to clobber Malfoy if it was the last thing he did.

“I’m sure I can grow it back, but I don’t know any spells for that yet. I asked several girls in Gryffindor tower, and no one knew of any. Ginny said she would write to your mother, and ask her. I really hope she sends an owl back soon.”

She looked up at him with hopeful, watery eyes, and Ron had to fight the urge to kiss her. She really was beautiful. He boldly cupped her face in his hand and he heard her breath hitch.

“Sure, yeah. Mum will know how to fix this. She had to cut Percy’s hair off one time because Fred and George threw a whole pot of EverStay on his head. She grew it back for him right away.”

Ron was looking at Hermione, but his hand had drifted to her shortened locks of its own accord.

“What’s EverStay?” She asked. Was her face getting closer to his? Her curls were so soft.

“It’s uh… it’s used to hold things together… like paper or wood…”

“Oh! Like glue!”

“What’s glue?” He asked still running his fingers through her hair.

Hermione giggled and Ron’s heart skipped a beat.

“The muggle version of EverLast.”

“Oh,” he said, not really caring about their conversation anymore.

Hermione’s eyes had darted to his lips for a fraction of a second before returning to his blue ones. But it was too late. He had seen it. And his resolve completely crumbled.

His lips came down quickly on hers and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body.

To his complete surprise, Hermione started eagerly kissing him back and wrapping her own arms around his neck. He was in heaven.

Hermione felt his warm soft lips slide against hers as his tongue sought entry. She deepened the kiss and was rewarded with Ron eagerly hoisting her off the ground and wrapping her legs around his waist. He walked her to the wall and pinned her there for support. Ron’s lips left hers and started trailing kisses down her neck. His hands threaded through her hair and gently pulled her head back. She could feel his teeth graze the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and an involuntary whimper escaped her mouth.

“Ron!” She gasped pushing him hard on his shoulders and untangling her legs from his waist.

Ron jumped back from her so quickly that she nearly stumbled to the floor.

“Shite!” He cursed as he quickly grabbed her before she fell to her knees. He set her upright, then took a giant step away from her. He was rubbing his neck and panting hard, his face three shades redder than she had ever seen.

“S-sorry, Hermione. I’m such a wanker-

“Ron, shut up! There’s somebody out there!”

She pointed towards the door and they both could hear voices coming from the other side.

They looked at each other and the same thought crossed their minds. Probably some students hiding behind the tapestry for a make out session. Not unlike them.

Ron jerked his head towards the corridor indicating they should follow it. Hermione reached for his hand, and he grabbed it leading the way.

She had only been in this hallway once in first year, but she had never followed it to the end. Luckily, Ron seemed to know where he was going. They came to a portrait of a chicken leg. Ron pretended to grab at it, and the portrait swung open revealing the kitchens. Hermione thought of the portrait of the pear and wondered if all entrances to kitchens were covered with paintings of food.

He proceeded to walk her through the kitchens to the exit that was indeed the pear portrait, but not before many offers of food from the house elves. In the end it was easier just to accept something than to keep politely refusing it. Ron and Hermione walked hand in hand back to the Gryffindor tower each eating their own treacle tart.

Hermione chanced a glance at Ron who was now licking the remains of treacle off his fingers. Her caught her looking and waggled his eyebrows at her. She grinned and blushed fiercely.

“Stop!” She said playfully.

Ron pulled her to him and walked the rest of the way with his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Hermione knew Ron to be insecure about a lot of things, but he seemed to have no doubts about his feelings for her. He had never been this bold around her before, but she found herself falling hard for it.

He released her when they made it to Gryffindor tower and as she entered through the portrait hole, Ron right behind her, Ginny jumped in front of her.

“Hermione, I’ve got it!” She said excitedly. “Hold still.”

Ginny waved her wand in Hermione’s direction and recited a spell she had never heard before. Instantly Hermione felt a heaviness on her head and reached up to feel her hair had grown to the middle of her back, slightly longer than it was before.

“Oh, Ginny, it’s perfect! Thank you!”

She launched herself at her best friend and gave her a tight hug.

“Thank mum! She sent an owl about fifteen minutes ago. She told me to tell you if you need anything else, don’t hesitate to write her.”

Hermione shook her head experimentally. “Does it look the same?” She asked Ginny.

“Wow!” She heard Ron’s voice instead. “Yeah, it looks great.”

She looked in his direction to see him staring at her.

“Ow! Damn it, Ginny! What was that for?!”

Ginny had kicked Ron in the shin. Hermione had forgiven Ron for his earlier words, but apparently Ginny had not.

“You know why! She’s your friend! You should be nicer to her!”

Ron looked back at Hermione with a lopsided grin. “Yeah okay. I’ll work on that,” he said as she watched his eyes travel over body.

Hermione could feel the heat in her cheeks.

“I um, I’m going to bed. Thanks again, Gin. You’re a lifesaver.”

Hermione gave Ron one more hidden smile before she ran up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory.

As Ron laid down in his own bed replaying the events of the evening in his head, he heard Harry roll over in his bed.

“Did you apologize to Hermione?”

“Yeah.”

“Is she still angry at you?”

“No, I think she forgave me.”

“Good. I’m scared she’s gonna kill you one day.”

Ron grinned to himself.

“Me too, mate. Me too.”

[petalsthefish]

Taylor Swift Boys And Their Corresponding Harry Potter Characters - A Summary

***For insurance purposes this is a joke

Joe Jonas: Gildroy Lockhart - arrogant. Fumbles his career. Toxic AF when he doesn’t get his way.

Tom Hiddleston: Remus Lupin. - Can play a cocky bastard but is actually a cinnamon roll. Will bring you home to meet his mother on the third date. Definitely a bottom.

Taylor Lautner: Harry Potter - sweet. Athletic. Hero complex. Marries a girl who had posters of him in her room growing up.

John Mayer: Voldemort. - Has googled how to stay young. Doesn’t believe in true love. Will send his lawyers after you if you use his name publicly shaming him.

Drew: Ludo Bagman. - very basic. Childhood crush. Pretty Forgettable. Probably became head of finance or something idk.

Jake Gyllenhaal: Fenrir Greyback - a little too hairy. Smells girls’ scarves. Self inflicted bad guy syndrome. Does not own a toothbrush.

Conner Kennedy: Neville Longbottom - pure blood trust fund baby. Can’t do long distance. Loves his grandmother. Not the most handsome, or the most smart, but he does have a heart.

Harry Styles: Sirius Black. - owns a motorbike. Tattoos everywhere. Every one loves him. Loyal AF.

Calvin Harris: Peter Pettigrew. - Can’t keep a secret. Can’t share credit on projects. Hangs with cool people but isn’t actually very cool.

Joe Alwyn: Severus Snape - social skills are zero. Hates having photos taken. His crush was too cool for him. Will die mad about it.

Matty Healy: Stan Shunpike - has a sailors mouth. Never shuts up. Needs a smoke break right now. Acne problem, probably.

Travis Kelce: James Potter. - football team colors are red and gold. Hosts a podcast with his brother where they joke around for hours. Crushed on the same woman for years before she finally started dating him.

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Miracles don't exist | 9: Something fishy

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): None this chapter A/n: Did I use dialogue of Catching fire. Maybe. But that scene is so damn cute and I love it how Peeta looks at Katniss. Ugh [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

The days grow slowly less cold but wetter when the second task approaches in February. It's been weirdly quiet. No letters from your aunt or uncle and no letters from your father. You're very relieved that he hasn't written to you in such a long time. That means he is too weak, he's too occupied with something evil and nefarious, or he's dead. You highly doubt the last option.

You walk with your cousin and his friends to the dock so you can take a boat to one of the three platforms. You see Harry walk not much further from you next to Neville and you speed up, catching up.

"Hey", you say, making both boys turn towards you, "Good luck with your task. Please be safe, yeah?"

Harry nods shakingly, obviously anxious about what's to come. You reach out for his hand and give it a squeeze. "You can do this. I believe in you." You give him a small smile, hoping it gives him some sort of comfort.

"Where are Hermione and Ron, by the way?" You look around but don't spot the redhead and the brunette that's usually not far away.

"I don't know", he mumbles. "They've been gone since yesterday. McGonagall asked to talk to them and since then they haven't returned."

You frown. It's not like them to just disappear. "I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe they are a part of the task?"

Harry looks solemn towards the water. "I rather hope not."

Arriving at the boats, a hand on your waist steadies you as you step into the wooden boat. You look up and see Theodore glaring at Harry, who looks too anxious and concerned with the second task that is minutes away from happening to even bother.

The other Slytherins fill the remaining seats in the boat and you wave goodbye to Harry.

Nobody says anything but you feel the glares from around you. "What?", you snap.

"Seriously, Potter?", sneers Draco, his bottom lip curled up. "You know what I have said about fraternizing with the enemy."

You sigh, massaging your temples. "For Merlin's sake, Draco! The boy is terrified! Who knows what he is going to encounter down there. If it were you, you would already be screaming and crying to your father to put an end to the tournament."

Draco's jaw ticks but it seems to shut him up effectively. 

The boats stop at the raised platforms and you immediately get out, not accepting the outstretched hand of Theodore. Seeing your opportunity to get away, you climb the first set of iron steps to get to the top deck. There you have a nice overview of the water and the surrounding landscape.

Your head rests on your hand as you lean against the railing, waiting for the contestants to get ready to dive in the water when Theodore slides into the empty space next to you. "I've been thinking─"

"Congrats on using your brain, Theo. You didn't strain it?"

Theodore stops and looks at you with raised eyebrows. Quite perplexed.

You bite your bottom lip. You've grown too comfortable too quick at the idea of Theodore being your friend and you've overstepped boundaries. "Sorry. I've never been really good at being friends."

He smiles, obviously enjoying your little quip. "For starters, it helps when you know the person. I hardly know anything about you except that you love muggle books and that you have the most amazing smile, even though you rarely show the real thing."

The comment about your smile makes your cheeks heat up but you decided to push it down. "That about sums me up."

"There is more than that, you just don't want to tell me."

"It's like I said─"

At that moment Professor Dumbledore starts his speech to explain what the second task contains and with the sound of a cannon firing, the contestants jump into the water. Harry follows after them a couple of beats later.

Theodore leans close to you and says, "Listen, Black, how the whole friend thing works is that you have to tell each other the deep stuff."

"The deep stuff?", you whisper back, your eyes focused on the murky water.

"Like...", he glances up at the sky, "what is your favourite colour?"

Turning towards him, a smile adorning your face. "Now you've stepped over the line."

The both of you laugh. You slap a hand over your mouth and hit Theodore in an attempt to quiet him down before it attacks the attention of the people around you. 

Still smiling, Theodore props his head on his fist and says, "seriously though, what is it?"

You think for a moment. What is your favourite colour? Most of the clothing that you own is black and dark green, but that's more to blend in with the rest of your family and the Slytherin students. Your room back home is also mostly black. The only colour you can think of is-

"Pink", you decide.

It makes Theo's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Pink?" He looks perplexed. He for sure expected you to say some variating of green or something.

"Pink", you confirm. "But not old pink. More like… a tulip pink."

Theodore hums, a large smile forming on his face. "Tulip pink?"

He bursts out laughing and you push his shoulder smiling. "It's a nice colour! What is yours anyways?"

He doesn't hesitate for a moment. "Green."

"And you're critiquing my colour of choice?"

Theodore bumps against you with his shoulder. "Shut up. The Whomping Willow leaves colour nicely in spring."

One corner of your mouth twitches up and you snicker. "Whomping Willow leaves?"

The comment earns you a look from the brown-haired boy.

The first to get up to the surface is Fleur ─ who didn't finish her task ─ next is Krum, followed by Cedic. At the last minute, Harry shoots up out of the lake and lands on the platform. The crowd goes wild and you jump up and down, happy that Harry is safe and well.

The task ends with Victor getting the most points and Fleur the least, but the winners are Harry and Cedic.

There is this restlessness in your body, going down all the way to your core. You've been tossing and turning for hours and flipped your pillow over too many times. With a huff, you sit up and decide that you are not going to do this any longer.

You swing your legs off your bed and scramble ─ as quietly as you can as not to disturb the peace of your sleeping roommates ─ for your sneakers and make your way out of the Slytherin common room.

It's quiet when you roam the halls. Of course, it is, it's after curfew after all.

Something in you tells you that something is coming. It festers deep within your soul, twirling and whizzing around. It makes you anxious.

Hearing steps coming from the hallway adjacent to yours, you swiftly hide in an alcove. You suck in your breath in the hope to appear as a shadow. You release it once you see it's Harry that's passing by.

"Harry!", you whisper, making the boy turn his head. His stance relaxes as soon as he sees it's you, and he slides his wand back into his pocket.

"What are you doing out of bed?", he whispers back in the same tone as you walk next to him.

You shrug. "I couldn't sleep. Again. You?"

Harry looks at the ground, searching for the right words. You grab his wrist as a sign he can tell you.

"Barty Crouch is killed. I found him in the forest while walking with Hagrid, Ron, and Hermione. Turns out, Crouch's son was a Death Eater and responsible for torturing Neville's parents."

You hold a hand over your mouth in shock. "Oh, poor Neville. Does he know?"

"No. At least - I don't think so."

You frown. It was never a question of why you felt remorse for the boy. It was your mother after all that tortured the Longbottoms to the point that they are now. And, in your opinion, it's far crueller to leave a boy behind with parents that don't remember him than to leave behind an orphan.

As the two of you pass a hallway filled with portraits, arguing voices cut through the silence of the night before a door flies open and reveals Professor Snape and Professor Karkaroff ─ who has his sleeve pulled up and revealed his dark mark, which slowly grows more intense.

"It's a sign, Severus. You know what it means as well as I."

Karkaroff snaps his head towards the two of you and angrily storms off, sneering.

Giving each other a wide-eyed look, the both of you decide it's for the best to just continue walking. But Snape has other ideas.

"Potter! Black! What is your hurry?"

You sigh and turn around, not daring to look at Snape's harsh glare.

But the Professor's attention is focused on the boy next to you. "Congratulations. Your performance in the Black Lake was inspiring. Gillyweed, am I correct?"

"Yes sir."

"Ingenious. Run along, Black, you mustn't be caught roaming the halls after curfew."

You nod, giving Harry a sorry look before you get house points deducted for whatever Snape is irritated with.

As you round the corner, you know what you have to do. There is no denying that something is going to happen, with the Dark Mark on Karkaroff's arm and the uneasy feeling in your bones. You have to go to Dumbledore. To at least report to him, as you promised.

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[siriusremusblack]

(Yes I'm sending another ask) I heard someone say that the Malfoys were the best parents, what are your thoughts on this? And could you make a rank from the best parents to the worst?

Hm, the Malfoy’s did genuinely love their son and shower him with affection, so they are definitely up at the top of the list I’d say! Now I won’t make this list very long only a couple will be ranked-

Best to worst Harry Potter Parents:

Up at number one we have Aragog and his wife. Alright, alright- hear me out- yes, I know they were spiders- Aragog kept his children in a cave. Safe and away from any threats. He would get them food, and if anyone or thing entered their cave by their own volition- he allowed his children to have a snack. Aragog the spider always seemed to put his children above all else, intruders? Well. Now they’re food, no longer can they be a possible threat to their nest-

At number two we got Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy! Both of them shower Draco with love and affection. They genuinely love and care for him, while they are DE’s they still put their child before Voldemort’s plan as seen with Narcissa lying to him for her son!

In third place we have Neville’s grandma. Neville’s grandma, while harsh and scary to Neville, she did genuinely cared for her grandson. She took care of him while his parents were.. unable to. She was harsh and strict because she cared, she was scared he’d end up like his parents. We don’t see much of her though so we can’t say for certain how good of parent she was, but I think she was pretty ok so she takes spot number three on this list.

Fourth place goes to the Weasley’s. They did genuinely love all their children- but at times it did seem they chose favorites. They didn’t have a lot of money while having a big family, but that was because of their beliefs in muggles and muggleborns. They were not pureblood supremacists but they were pureblooded. They taught their children to do the right thing and to stand up for what they believe in. That is some good parenting but the favoritism and seeming to care more about outsiders than your own children- that’s what brings them down in this list. I’m not saying they were necessarily bad- they stuck to their beliefs and brought up their children to do the same.. they were genuinely caring but sometimes it showed more through outsiders than through their own children.

Fifth place goes to the Dursley’s. Their parenting methods were pretty bad. For both Harry and Dudley. Dudley basically got helicopter parenting, making him full of himself and arrogant. He was rarely ever told no or reprimanded. That doesn’t help a child grow up maturity wise. Harry on the other hand, while not being their child was still in their care. They absolutely despised him- because of him being a wizard- yet they wouldn’t tell him the reasons he was so hated or why things would happen on their own. They left him in the dark, they often abused him emotionally and verbally- and let Dudley bully him. So they’re pretty low on the list.

At the absolute worst parents award on this list goes to the Prince’s. Snape’s parents. Tobias Snape was abusive and neglectful. He lost all their money causing the family to be poor and live in a run down neighborhood. Eileen, while better than Tobias, was still pretty neglectful. While she didn’t outright physically or mentally abuse Snape, Neglect is counted as a form of abuse. Childhood Emotional Neglect or CEN can be the cause of disorders- (but I won’t get into that right now). Because of how they treated their only child who had done nothing but existed by their doing- it puts them at the very bottom.

[moltengoldveins]

so it’s a random Friday evening, I’m hanging out with my sister, when she asks me something, and I feel the bottom drop out of my perception of reality:

“hey, did you ever notice that there were other rooms in that chain of challenge rooms before the Philosophers Stone? Like, other than the three that corresponded directly to the golden trio? And that said rooms corresponded pretty directly to Neville and Draco?”

I sat there in shock for a second. She’s right btw, there are two other big challenges and they DO correspond weirdly well with Draco and Neville: the magical plant right at the beginning and the potions that they have to identify. I have a moment where I wonder “huh. I wonder if Dumbledore maybe put those there just in case the Golden Trio picked up some extra friends-“ before she starts going on about how the story would have changed if Neville and Draco were friends. I will absolutely elaborate on this (Fantastic) AU fic premise in a bit but the important thing is what I realized while she was describing this story to me.

I have struggled with explaining to people why I dislike Harry Potter for a really long time. Problems with the author’s behavior aside, I found myself just…. Soured to the books. I grew up loving them and one day they just lost appeal, and as I thought more and more about them I liked them less and less. And I’ve used a ton of different reasons to explain why I don’t like them over the years, but until this conversation I couldn’t really articulate it, not fully. There was Something Wrong, and I couldn’t find the root of it. But I figured it out:

Harry changes nothing. That’s what it is. That’s what bothers me. And it’s deeper than that: the story changes nothing. The story is lukewarm at best in its defense of the good and the true and it rewards wrongdoing and punishes and mocks those who do what is right.

Now, I’m not saying that every story needs to give good things to characters who do good things: that’s not how real life works, it’s not how fiction needs to work. But there is a difference between watching a fictional character try and fail to do good and receive nothing but punishment for it, and then a story that deliberately portrays the efforts of a character to affect positive change as stupid or wrong.

Ostensibly, the ‘point’ of Harry Potter is that discrimination is wrong and people shouldn’t make assumptions based on someone’s upbringing. Hermione’s status as a muggleborn is defended as ‘just as worthy’ as everyone else’s, and discrimination against muggles and muggleborns is the main form Voldemort’s evil takes. The main evil of the story is this insistence on one specific social system in which the pure bloods are valued above all else and everyone else falls into pariah or servile statuses beneath them. THIS IS WRONG. We establish that this is wrong!

BUT. From literally day one, Harry is making assumptions about Draco based on his birth and upbringing, and the story is making assumptions about Hagrid (well, a lot of characters but Hagrid is the most obvious) because of HIS birth and upbringing. And none of these assumptions are ever proven false!

like, how does this actually go down? Draco is rude to Harry in a robe shop - unideal, but he is a stressed child in a wealthy environment, this behavior isn’t out of place. It’s Hagrid who tells Harry about the Malfoy’s, tells him they’re the ‘wrong sort.��� Draco introduces himself later on, apologizing for the interaction at the robe shop: it’s Ron who laughs at Draco’s name first. Draco claps back with the insult about Ron’s name after his name has already been insulted.

My sister pointed something really interesting out to me: Draco and Hermione don’t have beef for a While. It only starts in the second book, when he calls her a Mudblood. But Hermione starts that fight. Hermione insults his blood status, saying that he had to buy him way onto the team because it’s the only thing he has: his family’s wealth. Draco insults her back IN THE WAY HE WAS INSULTED. This is legitimately fascinating to me, I NEVER noticed this.

so that’s already interesting: Harry is all for bridging differences and forgiveness when it comes to people in a ‘lower’ social or moral class than he is, as a Griffindor pureblood. He’s nice to half-giants, house elves, and muggleborns, and those demographics are portrayed by the story as morally good. But anyone above Harry? Anyone in Slytherin? Anyone who is pureblood and rich? They’re not just biased and affected by their cultural upbringing: the STORY ITSELF portrays them as evil and untrustworthy, and Harry never makes an effort to change that. In fact, he actively encourages it with his relationship with Draco. The divide between pure blood Slytherins and the rest of wizard kind is never breached: Harry never changes anything. Voldemort dies, and everything else returns to exactly the same as it was before him. Harry does exactly nothing to the status who.

So what about Hagrid? Hagrid, and by extension giants, are implied by the story to be full people with cultures and feelings, and yet none of Harry’s interactions with Hagrid or Hagrids efforts are rewarded with positive change: the giants join Voldemort in the end, proving people like Umbridge correct about them. Hermione’s efforts with the house elves lead nowhere: Harry dismisses them as foolish from the get-go, and never takes the extra step to viewing Kreacher like a friend and fellow person.

Harry Potter is a deeply allegorical story: this kind of stuff MATTERS. What the story says about one person is what the story is saying about People Like This Person. So, what is it saying?

The story is saying that people like Hagrid, whether you read him as an allegory for kids with Down’s syndrome or autism or a learning disability or they’re mixed-race or whatever? Are exactly as useless and stupid and flawed and burdensome as you think they’d be. It doesn’t say “oh, they have their flaws but we accommodate and love them anyway and they can with accommodation be full contributing members of society with relationships that are just as deep and meaningful and worthy of respect as those of the people around them” no. It says “these people are easy to trick. They’re loud and inappropriate in social settings. They can’t keep secrets and they cause problems without ever fixing them. Their love is comedic, or futile, or both. They are a burden on the people who tolerate their company.”

None of Hagrid’s efforts ever come to fruition. None of his traits that are originally assumed to be bad turn out to be useful. His relationship with his giant brother never goes anywhere: the giants still follow Voldemort, even though his brother does support him in the end. His affection for madam Maxime is played as a joke. He never gets justice for being unfairly expelled or given a chance to take classes again, even though dumbledore KNEW that Hagrid was falsely accused and had EVIDENCE of it after the third book. He gets to teach, yeah, but the gap in his knowledge is never addressed; it’s just mocked and belittled as he fumbles and struggles to be an effective and safe teacher.

This is not an isolated case. This is EVERYWHERE in this story. You just have to look.

The story says that people like Sirius, people who lost everything when falsely accused and put in prison, don’t deserve second chances when they get out. They don’t deserve to reconnect with the kid they should have raised and build the parental relationship they should have had. They don’t get second chances like their oldest friend making them the godfather of his new baby: no, instead that honor goes to Harry, who gets little to no narrative meaning from that decision. They don’t get second chances, but people like Peter Pettigrew do. People like Sirius die soon after they’re released, having regained none of what they lost. The best people like Sirius can do is die for someone fit for decent society.

Molly says, in one of her nastiest moments, that Harry isn’t Sirius’s son: she’s right. But the hatred and disrespect towards Sirius in that comment is never addressed by the story, which really does make it feel like the story is implicitly supporting her.

The story says that people like Remus are sad unreliable and ultimately tragic lost causes. That people who were horribly wounded at a young age in a place they should have been safe (wow. I wonder what that could possibly be an allegory for.), or people who are disabled, or people with ptsd and survivor’s guilt, or people who have lost every person they’ve ever loved, don’t get absolution. They don’t get a second chance, or a place in society, or a future. They’re discriminated against, and nothing changes. They don’t rebuild their relationship with their surviving friends. They die, and their children aren’t even taken in by the person they asked to take them. Remus’s kid isn’t raised by Harry: he’s raised by Molly.

Nothing changes at the end of this story. Harry has not changed anything about the world these people lived and struggled in other than removing Voldemort from it. Werewolves still can’t get jobs. The few people related to the original Marauders are still scattered and unrelated. The giants and half giants are still on the margins of the wilderness. The house elves are still oppressed, and no solution has been offered to them. The purebloods haven’t been brought into the fold: they still think the same things they always have, because none of them have been taught differently. Slytherins are still the ‘evil’ house. No camaraderie has been built: no walls destroyed, no relationships developed, no prejudice dispelled.

Draco isn’t just a character, he is the representation of the Child of the Regime. The Child of Wealth, of Privilege. If he cannot be taught, then you are saying, implicitly, that kids who have been “corrupted” by their rich parents are beyond saving. You are saying that the world cannot change, that those in power cannot be taught compassion, that anyone born into wealth is inherently evil or cowardly or unfriendly or unreachable.

The world of Harry Potter reenforces Draco’s biases and prejudices all the way through. He’s never shown that he’s wrong, that the good guys are good, that love is the answer, that kindness is the right choice. Instead, the trio assume at every turn that he is worse than he already is, and that motivates him to be worse. Instead, they only character watching out from him is Snape, even as Dumbledore continues to manipulate him. Instead, nobody thinks to wonder how a child might be faring in the house of two known death eaters now that Voldemort has returned, they just assume he’d immediately and enthusiastically joined up because he’s a Malfoy. Instead, every Slytherin is asked to leave before the battle of Hogwarts, because they ‘can’t be trusted.’ Not because theyre children who might come face to face with their parents on the other side of the battlefield, no: they can’t be trusted. They’re inherently evil. And everyone else is inherently good.

and all of these statements are backed up by Harry himself. This is how Harry sees his world, and how the narrative treats its characters. This return to the status quo, this complete lack of growth and reconciliation is what the story treats as the ultimate win condition. This disgusting lack of regard for the allegory of your characters, especially when it comes to those who represent the disabled or neurodivergent or racially diverse is what the story treats as fine and normal. EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER who represents a minority has horrible things happen to them and either dies or ends the story worse than they started. Sirius, Remus, Dobby, Hagrid, Tonks, Mad-Eye, even people like Snape and Draco. This is not a narratively satisfying story of growth and positive change, it is the story of a young child being manipulated by the adults in his life to think in binary black and white about the people around him and long desperately for the ‘good old days’ he never experienced, and then being forced by circumstances outside his control to fight for the return of those good old days, completely ignorant of the fact that those ‘good old days’ weren’t that good for most of the people he knows and loves because they’re members of minorities those ‘good old days’ treated like shit.

How on earth were we surprised by JKR’s political and personal opinions? How were any of us blindsided by this? I’m so confused as to how we all looked at this story and went “yeah that looks like a good old fashioned coming of age ‘discrimination is bad’ story to me.” It’s not. It never was. It actively promotes that mentality at nearly every turn. You don’t get to make your villain cartoonishly hate muggles and your heroes heroic muggleborns and then say your story is about being anti-racist when there are eight or so other demographics your main character discriminates against, mistreats, misunderstands, or ignores entirely without narrative consequences. That’s just a story about discrimination being good with a shoddy Halloween costume on to trick the easily distracted.

The story my sister told me, the one where Draco and Neville were friends? It was a story about change and growth. It was a story about how someone’s dogged insistence on kindness could reveal that even the apparent nastiest of people were actually just as human as everyone else; that they too had fears and flaws and loves and strengths, that they too wanted love and respect and affection. It was a story where the good guys were kind, and it made a difference; it taught the misguided about the truth, brought the fallen into the fold. It made whole what was broken and gave second chances to those who felt discarded by the world.

It was, and I cannot stress this enough, absolutely nothing like the books JKR actually wrote.

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Edit: a commenter mentioned two things I wanna address, the first of which being Harry’s status as a half blood. This is true! I forgot about it :/ I don’t think it changes the point I was making about the story, but it’s good to bring up as I did forget. And second, Remus’s being a werewolf is an allegory for AIDS: I did not know this at all! Thank you for telling me, that’s actually really cool and makes a lot of sense, I don’t know why I didn’t pick up on it. I think that might make things worse though. Like…. That takes the fandom’s confusion over how Remus’s character was treated from ‘frustrated that this allegory doesn’t seem to make sense’ to ‘holy crap you did that on purpose what the heck-‘ so….. yeah. Thank you for telling me op! If anyone knows of any references or information about the different things the characters represent in this story please let me know?

[johnnycadesluvrr]

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[ibbythebee]

hi!! can you write a seamus x reader one shot where he sees reader getting closer to ginny and gets all pouty cause he never thought he'd be jealous of someone younger than him but eventually he gets his head out of his ass (maybe ginny herself does it for him cause she's tired of them pining or whatever) and confesses to reader

totally okay if you dont feel like it btw cause i know you dont usually write for seamus

a/n: Yabsolutely! Thank you so much for your request, anon. I'm up to write for any of the Harry Potter bois. They all deserve some love. Can I also just say, that I love Seamus' rings.

Green-Eyed

gif credit: @X_phantomhorseman_X on wattpad

pairing: Seamus Finnigan x Reader | best friends to lovers

summary: Seamus shouldn't be jealous of Ginny spending more time with you. You're just a friend to him, nothing more... right?

genre: a good dose of fluffy angst

warnings: jealous Seamus, slightly possessive, pining, 'spud' nickname, Ginny and Seamus banter, little bit o' good old kisses

words: 3.8k

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There you are again, doubled over at something Ginny’s told you. You’d just gotten back from a Quidditch game, and to Gryffindor’s delight, they’d won the game.

It was intense, exhilarating, thrilling. Gryffindor won for Godric's sake, so why—

“—do you look so down?” Neville inquires, settling himself on the couch next to the said teen.

The Irish boy doesn’t do much but sigh and shrug, leaning a cheek on his fist and staring into the fire pit.

"It's the O.W.Ls coming up, isn't it? Yeah." The dark-brown haired boy nods as if he's just said something genius. "I can't say I'm any good at Transfiguration, but I'll definitely help you with Herbology."

Seamus still doesn't react, intently listening in to what might be so funny for Ginny to say to make you laugh so much. Just the sound of you giggling across the common room is causing his heart to skip. He should be the one making the jokes. He should be the one to see how beautifully you grin, how the bottoms of your eyes water once your laughter turns into wheezes of breath.

Dean appears into the Irish boy's vision, and he has to force himself to look up at his tall friend.

"Damn. Why the long face Seamus?" Dean asks with a soft frown.

The said boy only huffs in response, and shakes his head to return his focus to the dancing flames.

"Oh I know what it is..." Dean nods as if he's just said something genius and situates himself between his friends. "It's the O.W.Ls isn't it?"

"That's what I said!" Neville chirps. "Come on Seamus I'm sure you'll be fine. For now, let's just celebrate our Quidditch win."

"Yeah mate, you don't have to look so—" Dean goes to tap his friends shoulder and is instead rewarded with a glare.

"I'm fine, alright?! Nothin's going on. Not the stupid O.W.Ls or class or anythin'. It's nothin'."

The voice he hears next has his stomach in a twist and the tips of his ears turning red.

"What's nothing?" You come out of nowhere, face just inches away from his. You giggle when you see Seamus flinch at your sudden appearance.

He wants so badly to steal you away. Like you used to do when you were in your early teen years. You both loved to just run together, to be outside and be loud. He so badly wants to just take your hand and run off somewhere, away from everyone, away from Ginny.

He'd initially been able to tolerate the youngest Weasley hanging out with you when you had began to talk to each other more often in your third year. He was ecstatic to see that you were getting along with more girls in Gryffindor, but then it got to the point where he began to feel neglected. Where he felt he was second best. Where, when he'd invite you to hang out, you'd tell him that Ginny had already asked you.

"Nothin's nothin'," he answers, standing up with another huff. He runs a hand through his hair and when his eyes dart to yours, your smile is gone and your eyes have softened.

"Is... everything alright?" you ask. Gosh, why is it that anything you say or do now gets his stomach feeling funny?

"I... I said I'm fine," he glances around at his friends, all of them look concerned. Even Ginny who's standing beside you has her brows pulled together.

He looks to you last, eyes lingering on yours for longer than a few seconds. And you look so worried, and he hates it when you're sad. But then he sees Ginny's arm thread through yours and so he combs his hair with his fingers again, voice dropping in volume. "I think I'm just gonna call it a day. Night guys."

Dean, Neville and Ginny chorus in 'goodnights'. You, on the other hand, freeze in place until he begins to walk in the direction of the stairs to the dorms.

You catch the sleeve of his robe and thankfully he doesn't pull away immediately, despite how agitated he looked just seconds before.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow okay? Just us two." You utter. And when he doesn't say anything, you continue gently. "Sleep well, stinky."

With pursed lips, he smiles. "You too, spud."

You watch him walk away, his robe slipping out of your fingers. You stay there staring, until the last bit of his clothes disappears behind the wall of the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Dean asks beside you. "I don't think he's ever been this stressed for a test."

"I don't think that's the reason," Ginny squeezes your arm. She gives you a knowing sort of look, only you have no idea what she's trying to insinuate through her eyes. "Come on, you said you'll chat to him tomorrow, I think it's best we all get to bed. I'm sure he's fine."

"You don't think I said something to him? Have I said anything to him to make him so mad?" You murmur to her. "Oh no, what have I done Ginny?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Shut your mouth right now," her brows pull together when you pout. "You know he's not gonna stay mad at you for long. He never does. You know that."

"But, what if I actually did do something wrong and he... and I haven't even said sorry and he..." An ocean of worst case scenarios flood your brain and you're not sure if you want to talk to him tomorrow, fearing that what he might say will break your heart. Fearing that you'll lose him forever.

Ginny rolls her eyes gently, and pulls on your arm to lead you to the dorms, away from the ears of your nosey classmates and peers. "He doesn't hate you. And he won't hate you. Ever. I just know it, so please stop worrying. Please stop thinking so much... hey, I can see you thinking. Stop."

She taps your head, the place between your eyebrows and it's as if she's just pressed a restart button.

You spring back into action, back straight, eyes less droopy, no more pout.

"There." Ginny says, letting go of your arm as she turns to her dorm room.

You send her a weak smile, and she returns with her own, a more motherly sort of grin.

"It'll be okay, you and him are gonna be just fine tomorrow. Plus, he still called you 'spud'."

"You're... you're right!"

"I'm always right," she makes a show of blowing you a kiss and then opens the door, closing it in front of her until you can only see her face between the wall and the edge of the door. "Goodnight!"

You catch her 'kiss' and hold it to your heart with a theatrical sigh. "Goodnight, genius. Enjoy dreaming about Harry."

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That night Seamus had only one thing on his mind. Dean pressed on to try and get an answer out of the Irish boy as to why he's been acting so strange lately. When there was no notable answer, the taller boy gave up and rolled over to sleep. Seamus, would eventually surrender to his pillow, however then wake up an hour or so later. Such a pattern presented itself that night as he thought meticulously about what sort of answer he'd give you tomorrow, he thought about whether he should lie or tell the truth.

He could tell you the truth, the whole truth; then there's the risk that you won't accept him. That you'll grow even further away from him. That all these years of being inseparable, all these years of being comfortable with one another could fall down the drain in a few words.

And then he could lie. But you don't deserve to be lied to. He hates lying, especially to you.

Seamus is simply in too deep. He thought that this pathetic jealousy over Ginny, a girl a year younger than him, would simmer down over time. It's only grown since. And he hates the way he hates how well you and her get along. He hates how much he envies the smiles you give her, the laughs, the time with her even.

He hates it all because Ginny doesn't deserve any of it. He hates it all because he sees how genuinely happy and excited you are to see her everyday, and you don't deserve to lose a beautiful friend like her, just because he's absolutely fallen head over heels for you.

He has to tell you the truth. Even if you'll never talk to him again, even if his heart breaks into a million pieces, he's going to tell you everything.

Someone's shakes him awake and he groans, rubbing at his eyes and yawning hard. When Seamus' vision finally adjusts to the new morning light, he finds Neville in front of him already in his uniform, smiling down at him.

"Morning, Seamus."

"Hey Neville."

It's a routine. Neville being the morning-person of the friend group, it was decided since their second year that he would be the other boys' alarm clock, so that they could go to breakfast together. If only he'd be able to wake you too, so you could tag along.

As Neville wakes the rest of the group, Seamus is quick to get himself ready for the day. Despite his restless night, his eyes don't look very sullen, he actually looks alright. So he smiles at the mirror, and slips on his rings, those ones that you love. Ever since you complimented them in his second year, a day didn't go by where he didn't wear them.

Dean, Neville and Seamus all make it to the Great Hall and situate themselves by Harry, Ron and Hermione. Even Ginny's already there.

Seamus cranes his neck, but he doesn't see you anywhere. Like a magnet his gaze is pulled toward the Weasley girl and she waves her hand, motioning for him to come to her side.

As the rest of his mates tuck in, he carefully makes it to Ginny and sits on the opposite side of the table.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi."

"Is there... somethin' wrong?"

"Yeah." She simply says and lowers her voice as she leans in closer to his direction. "I know what you're so upset about. And there's no shame in admitting it."

"What are you talkin' about?"

To mask the intentions of their conversation, Ginny picks up a hash-brown and starts to chomp on it. "You know what I'm talking about. There's a reason why I didn't wake up Y/N this morning. I wanted to talk with you alone before she gets to."

"Stop bein' so vague, Ginny. Just tell me what's goin' on." He tries hard to keep his voice calm but firm, remembering that she is also your most beloved friend and he shouldn't be so envious over her. "I'll stop walkin' on eggshells if you promise to too."

"Agreed." She swallows the last bit of her hash-brown and turns to him. "You need to tell Y/N that you like her more than a friend."

Taken aback by her bluntness he coughs into a closed fist and fills his goblet with some juice. "Right. Well. Straight to the point. I was gonna tell her anyway."

"You were?"

"After I sort of yelled at everyone last night, I did a lot of thinkin'."

"That never ends well."

He sends her daggers and she grins back. "I was thinkin' that she deserves to know the truth of what's happenin'. I'm tired of... holding it in."

He wasn't going to admit to her that he's completely tired of being envious over her. Besides, she probably already knows that. With that grin on her face, she definitely knows.

"Good then. I'm glad," she says with a nod. "And for the record sorry not sorry for stealing her away from you."

He wants to glare at her again, but instead he chuckles with a shake of his head. "I can understand wantin' to steal her away. She's... she's brilliant."

"Don't tell me that. Tell her that." With a flick of her chin, Seamus' attention is turned to the entrance of the Hall and he sees your form sauntering in.

Maybe it's because he's going to tell you the truth today, maybe it's because the sun rays pooling through the windows are illuminating your figure like an angel who's just come down from heaven, but you look more beautiful than ever. And when you find his eyes and smile, that toothy giddy sort of smile, Seamus almost stumbles out of his seat to stand.

"Mornin' spud," he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Hi stinky. Did you sleep okay? Are you... feeling a little better?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just uh... are you good to talk now or do you want to eat first?"

"Oh, well we can..." You find Ginny waving at you from behind the Irish Boy and then she sends you a thumbs up and a nod. "We can talk now."

"Great, um..." He looks around the room, especially at the Gryffindor table and a few people turn away their gazes when he sees them watching you speak.

Witnessing you both converse so seriously wasn't a regular sight to your peers. You'd instead always be joking around, filling the Hall with noise and trying to stop Seamus from practicing his charms at the table. So, it's no surprise that they're all staring now, eager to dig up new gossip.

"You wanna go somewhere more private?" You murmur, as you step closer to him.

Feeling heat begin to burn on the back of his neck, he tells you 'yes', and without warning takes your hand and sprints out of the room. The last thing he wanted was people seeing him blush.

You yelp at the sudden action, none the less following him, not before glancing at the youngest Weasley, who's looking at you with a smirk.

Seamus takes you through the halls, and soon you realise that you've been here before. You've held his hand and ran in this way together before.

A few students gasp, stepping out when you almost collide. Each time it happens you share a laugh with him, and before you even get to your destination you're completely out of breath, small beads of sweat sticking loose strands of your hair to your forehead.

You're at the flying lesson grounds. Your favourite place when you were younger students, the best place to play tag, complain about the pettiest problems and the best place to just run around until you both can't feel your lungs.

Your feet slow once they touch grass and then to your disappointment Seamus removes his hand from your wrist and falls to the ground in a sigh. His chest moves up and down with each catch of breath.

In no time you've joined him, letting your knees buckle and landing right beside him. Fixing your messy hair, you speak with a breathless voice. "We have to do that more often. I don't know why we stopped."

"Because of Ginny."

Seamus is met with silence. And your eyes. And your pupils are asking him, 'what?' 'Why?' 'How?' 'Why?' 'Why?' 'Why?'

A small bump appears by the edge of his jaw, and then he's sitting up, so you quickly do the same. He looks ashamed; head ducked, corners of his lips turned downward, fingers fiddling with his rings.

Goodness, now that you are looking at him, now that you are actually here and ready to listen to his every word causes his heart to race. Is he really going to go through with this? The possibility that in a few minutes you're never going to want to see him again looms in his mind and when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.

"Seamus." Firmly, you say. "Is this what you wanted to talk about? Ginny?"

"No." He finally turns to you, and the moment your eyebrow raises the tiniest bit he folds. "And yes. There's... a whole bunch of things I want to say. Ginny is one of 'em."

He expects you to respond, only silence ensues. Your gaze is stern, yet there's a hint of concern as your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth, gently nibbling.

This is it. He sighs a big sigh, and shifts in his seating position till his knee taps against yours. To his relief you don't move away, you're simply completely ready to listen.

"Okay. Firstly... this is the most stupidest thing ever. To admit out loud, you're gonna think I'm an absolute sod, but you deserve to hear it. Basically... gosh. Ever since you and Ginny have been getting closer and closer, I've been spendin' less time with you and..." He clutches onto one ring and squeezes, as if it would squeeze out all his nerves. "And to sum it up, I'm... well I'm jealous. Of her. Takin' you away from me."

Your face is unchanged, still concerned, but still solid and stern. Your eyes move from watching as his hands fiddle in his lap to his face.

"And it kinda, like, pisses me off a little how much she makes you laugh." He turns till you can only see the back of his head, and the gentle dust of pink over the apple of his cheek. "I used to be fine with it. I really did, I was happy that you made such a good friend, especially a girl after hangin' out with just us boys. But then, I just couldn't stay happy. Every time I'd see her... like take your arm or whisper something in your ear or told you a joke that only you could understand I felt... I felt like, y'know, like 'I should be the one doin' that', 'only I can make her laugh that much'. And all that stuff."

He huffs, and manages to move his attention back to his hands, so you can see how much he chews the inside of his cheek, you can see how much he's thinking but how hard it is to let it all out. So, you nudge his knee with yours to continue. To let him know that you're still listening and that he's okay.

"Last night everything came together and I've figured out why I'm so mad with Ginny. You... you can probably guess what it is. But—." With a hand combing through his hair, he takes all the Gryffindor bravery in him to meet your gaze. "I... I really like you, spud."

And all you can feel in the thump thump thump of your heart hammering through your veins.

"Now, I-I-I know that it's out of the blue, it might be weird to hear — I don't know — I don't expect an answer from you. You can hate me. You can never speak to me again, if you want, but I can't keep these feelings from you anymore."

You've never heard him speak so seriously before. So earnestly. So vulnerably. The way his eyes fall on you, you feel like screaming, like kicking your feet. You're relieved to be sitting down, because your legs feel like jelly under his gaze, under his words. Under his spell.

"I like you so much, Y/N. More than a friend."

There's so much you're experiencing internally. And like a cup that's been overfilled, you feel the trace of a line drawing from your eyes own to your chin. The way Seamus' expression softens at your reaction causes you to go overboard and suddenly you tackle him in a hug, burying your face right into his neck, just beneath his jawline. And you sob in between silly giggles as you feel his arms settle around you.

"S-Spud?"

Another round of sob-giggles ensue, as your grip only tightens. "I-I love you, you sod."

It's hard to decipher who's heart is pounding with your chests pressed to tightly together. It's practically all you both can hear other than his and your chuckles of relief.

You finally pull away from him, hands pressing into the grass on each side of his head, your knees straddling his hips.

There's no more words verbally exchanged, as his hands slowly come up to cup your jaw, a calloused thumb tenderly moving across the skin of your cheek bone to wipe a tear. When he sees you grin, he immediately reciprocates.

Those ocean eyes of his look to you with complete adoration. They're apologising to you for taking so long to confess, and they're telling you how much he loves you, with the way his eyelids slightly droop and the corners of his eyes crinkle with his smile. It's now do you realise how long and pretty his lashes are. With the help of his hands by your jaw and neck, you lean down to get a better look. You lean in till your noses touch, and then you twist your head and you're so close to him that your lips collide.

His fingers squeeze into your skin, desperate to feel more of you here. At first you're both hesitant, slow with just light touches, getting comfortable with each other's movements. Then to test boundaries, your mouths open a little wider, and he presses against you harder. So much so, you both forget how to breath.

"You taste like orange juice," you whisper.

The rumble of his chuckle reverberates against your body. "And you're just beautiful. I-I can't believe it."

"I know. How is this happening right now?"

"I suppose Ginny is the one to thank. Though I hate to admit."

You laugh, as you help each other to sit up before anyone happens to see you in your compromising position. You take his hand and begin to stand up, pulling him to your side. "Then guess what we're gonna do now?"

"Um... what?" He doesn't like the look of your smirk.

"We're gonna go back to the Hall and you're gonna tell Ginny thank you. And sorry."

"Oh, no, no, no."

You're already dragging him.

"No, no. I've used up all my bravery today, I can't face her now— she's just gonna rub it in!"

"Do you want to kiss me again?"

"Absolutely."

"Then you have to do what I say."

Good Godric, you're the only one he'll listen to, the only one he'll let to boss him around. The only one that can make him melt. Allowing you to pull him back through the grounds of the school, he feels a new sense of heat rise to his chest and neck. You're no longer friends. But you are his. And he is yours.

It's all thanks to a girl with red-hair, and for him being green-eyed.

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Please could u do a longer version of your cg!neville with the plants I go back and reread it all the time

“ This is a type of flower, it’s popular in the muggle world and is called a daisy” Neville explained before picking one off the stem and placing it in your overalls pocket.

“One for my pretty little flower”

[jackie4dinner]

Guys there’s too many characters and too little available options 😔😔 blame jkr she’s the one who decided to write more characters than she could keep track of

After doing the marauder era one I had to do a golden trio era one, which btw guys!! The answer for the last one was Sirius (who’s fanart here (middle) was done by konariio on instagram🫶🏻)

[storyshark2005]

Fic Rec - New Carraville!!!

absolute fucking instant classic Carraville. Amazing writing!!! Anon if you can hear this-- well done!!! I am IN LOVE WITH THIS STORY! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Gary glances up at him and there’s a flash of recognition in his eyes, like Jamie’s words have some double meaning that he’s just now understanding. (They don’t). Staring back into the bottom of his glass, he says: “No. I couldn’t. I just… belong to David. Always will.”  It’s strange to hear Gary refer to him as David — Jamie thinks he’s only ever heard Victoria call him by that name, in oversaturated, sickly-sweet television interviews.  “But,” Jamie says, like he’s grasping at straws, “Even if—” Gary cuts across him quietly. “Even if he doesn’t want me anymore.” His shrug is well-practised; it implies he’s resigned himself to this fact a long time ago. “That’s just how it is with him and me.” The pub is still chattering all around them, an old Stone Roses song playing so loud everyone has to half-shout to be heard, and Jamie is unbearably lonely. He knows quite acutely that he’s never been in love before, not like that. He has no fucking clue what to do with that information, that he’s only ever glimpsed the real thing once, in a moldy, low-lit stairwell at twenty-one years old. He feels as though something’s passed him by, something he never knew he wanted in the first place. So far behind him it’s already out of reach. All his life, Gary Neville has flaunted the fact that he only ever wanted one thing, that playing for United was the only dream. It was one of many things about him that rubbed Jamie the wrong way. And now, to learn he’s only ever wanted one person too… Jamie lets jealousy crash over him like a wave, even though he knows it’s misplaced. To have one dream instead of a drawerful, to be so pure and uncompromised— what must that be like? As though he can read Jamie’s mind, Gary says: “It’s not supposed to be like this. I love him, but it’s not supposed to be like this.” When he glances up, though, Gary’s not looking at him, and Jamie can see Gary didn’t say it for his sake.

[b00inazkaban]

Sub Neville with mommy kink smut? Only if you’re comfortable Ofc!!

Thanks for this request!!! I’ve have thoughts about him having a mommy kink too so…thanks for giving me a reason to write about it :))))

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☆ you pounding him from the back, spanking him every once in a while, and his face pressed into the pillow and in between moans he begging his mommy to have mercy on his poor ass, and by the time you’re done with him he’s almost passed out he’s so tried on the bed while you grab a warm rag and clean him up and you kiss his red sore ass while you praise him for being your best boy🤭🤭🤭😩😍

☆ You coming home to him jerking himself off with a pair of your pretty silky panties and by the time he sees you he's already cum and you tell him 'don't stop the show on account of me' and 'keep going for mommy sweetheart' while you tuck your hand into your waistband and play with th yourself while he begs for his mommy to come help him jerk his pretty dumb little cock off 😩😘😘🤭🤭

☆ Him in the green house working on plants when you come in after a long day and ask him 'baby will you get an your knees and eat your pretty mommy out baby?' and of course little the good baby his is he gets on his knees and eats you out there and then without hesitation ;))) 😋

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That’s all for now! But I have fucking hearts eye for this boy and him being an obedient baby and not asking just being a service bottom!!!

[redandbrown]

Seducing Hermione Granger

Chapter 3 (Final Chapter)

Author’s Note: Okay I tried to have this finished by last week, but that’s not what happened. The more I wrote this, the more I realized I could have easily stretched this out for several more chapters, so it got kind of hard to condense it. Maybe one day I’ll do a longer one…

Rating: Definitely mature.

“All I am saying is, it’s her job, isn’t it? To maintain order in the library?”

“Job? What job?? ‘Mione the students have all gone home. The school’s in shambles. It’s just teachers and adult witches and wizards here. Give me those,” he added.

Ron grabbed the heavy pile of books off the table as Hermione reached for them, and tucked them under his arm.

“What’s she gonna do? Send us to detention?” He asked walking beside her.

“Well, no, I suppose not. We should check out those books, though,” Hermione said veering right.

“She’s not here anymore. I think we chased her away. Serves her right for being a codgy old cock block.”

“Ron!”

“Well she is! We hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet…”

Hermione hid a grin as she reach over the librarian’s desk to grab a quill and a piece of parchment.

“What are you doing?”

“Writing a list of the books I’m borrowing. She used to let me do this all the time when I came in after hours.”

“After hours? All the time?! Honestly, Hermione, Harry and I failed you. C’mon.”

He held the door open for her and Hermione blushed.

“What?” He asked seeing her red cheeks.

“Nothing,” she said walking through the door. “I’ve always liked that you do that for me is all. Hold the door open I mean.”

Ron smirked at her.

“Well uh, I have a confession. I don’t really do it for you,” Ron stopped, dropped the books on the floor with a loud thud, and pulled out his wand.

“What?” Hermione asked confused.

“I mean how could any one witch need this many books,” he muttered under his breath as he conjured a book bag and magically packed all of her reference books. Then he picked it up and flung it over his shoulder.

“There that’s better,” he said grabbing her hand with his free one. “Yeah, it’s uh- it’s more for me than it is you.”

“I don’t understand.”

Ron looked at her as they walked down the hallway. She suspected he was trying to figure out how much he wanted to tell her.

“Well, I like the view, you see,” he grinned at her.

“The view? What view?” She asked still lost.

Ron let go of her hand and gave her bum a squeeze. Hermione yelped in surprise.

“Yeah, the view,” he said waggling his eyebrows at her.

Hermione giggled and slapped his arm. “Ron!”

“What? It’s a nice view.”

“What about our robes? It’s not like you could see anything in those.”

Ron gave a heavy sigh. “Yeah. Stupid robes. But on the weekends when you wore your jeans- well, those were the best.”

Hermione laughed. “Ron Weasley, you’re terrible!”

Ron just grinned as he held her hand again and kissed it.

“Frog’s breath,” he added to the giant portrait of the fat lady.

“You have frog’s breath,” she shot back before admitting them entry.

They stepped into their deserted common room, and Ron deposited her books at her favorite table.

“Well, I have to go check on Neville and Luna. They’re probably done with the Hufflepuff dungeon by now. If so I’ll head to the north wall. Are you coming?”

“No. I need to stay here and figure out this memory spell, but when I’m done, I’ll join you.”

“I’ll see you in the Great Hall around five?”

Hermione smiled at him. “Okay.”

Ron kissed her hand again and just held it between them as he stood there for a moment to stare at her.

Finally he told her, “Figure it out soon, so we can pick up where we left off. I wasn’t done with you this morning, you know.”

Hermione felt her whole face burning. “I- well, yes. I mean- yes on figuring it out. It- it shouldn’t take long. I- I wouldn’t imagine.”

Ron tried not to smile and instead pulled her to him. He gave her a searing kiss and squeezed her bottom one more time.

“Only I get to hold the door open for you,” he told her.

Hermione, still blushing madly, bit back a grin.

“See you at dinner.” And with that he climbed through the portrait hole.

***

Dinner was a slow affair. At least in Hermione’s opinion. She had so much to tell Ron, but she didn’t want to do it in front of the others. After all if she explained to Harry and Ginny about her memory loss, the inevitable question would be what memories were lost. And Hermione was definitely not willing to share those.

“Hey! Ron and I need to take care of something,” she told Harry and Ginny as they were all getting up to leave.

If she expected them to take the mickey, she was mistaken. In fact Ginny seemed to perk up at the idea of having some alone time with Harry.

“Sure! Take your time!” Ginny said grabbing Harry’s hand.

“Yeah, we’ll see you then,” Harry said smiling.

Ron narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“But we might be back early. At any moment!” He said a little louder than was necessary.

Ginny rolled her eyes and Harry did have the decency to look a little nervous.

“Ron, this way,” Hermione said grabbing his arm.

Ron forgot all about Harry and Ginny as Hermione led him out of the Great Hall.

“Where are we going?”

“I just want some privacy.”

Hermione led them to an empty classroom. She locked and silenced it for good measure. Ron leaned against the teacher’s desk, waiting patiently.

“I figured out the memory spell. What it is I mean,” she told him.

“Go on,” he encouraged her.

“Memory spells are quite interesting really. There are five memory altering spells altogether you see. And the spells are divided into two groups. Two of them are considered very strong, and the other three are much weaker and easily broken. But most of them work by erasing or hiding past memories, whereas only one of them will erase future memories for a set amount of time. That’s the one I was exposed to. It’s called innovatus memoria.”

Ron crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned forward, looking concerned.

“So someone threw this innovatus memoria at you right after the battle was over? And then you forgot the next eight hours?”

“Well, probably not. Innovatus Memoria is the only memory spell that can be attached to objects. Most likely I touched an ordinary teacup or something that had been enchanted with it. Though, I think Madam Pomfrey was right. I don’t think it was meant for me, specifically. I think I was just the unlucky one to find it. And given that she told me several students had reported memory loss to her this morning, I’m guessing there are multiple enchanted objects around the castle.”

Ron looked lost in thought. “But who would do such a thing, and why?”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “I honestly don’t know. It could have been a cruel prank inflicted by someone, or a misguided attempt at attacking enemies. We were in a battle after all. It could’ve been a death eater or a student or someone else entirely. I don’t know if we’ll ever know the answer. But…”

“But what?” He asked reaching for her hand.

“The incantation to break it is extremely complicated. It will easily take me a week of practice to get the hang of it. And even then, it’s hard to do it on myself. It would be better if someone else performed it on me. I guess I’m just going to have to wait a few days to let Madam Pomfrey do it.”

Ron pulled her to him for a hug, and kissed the top of her head.

“C’mon,” he told her leading her to the door. “I have an idea.”

***

“The Room of Requirement?” Hermione asked breathlessly as they stopped in front of the empty wall where they knew the room to appear.

After performing the pacing ritual, they entered into a room that was the exact replica of the boy’s seventh year dormitory.

“What’s this?” She asked him.

“Thought we’d have a bit more privacy here, than the real dorm.”

“Honestly I’m surprised it worked after that fire Crabbe set in here.”

“Yeah part of me wasn’t so sure about that either,” he said. “I um… I thought we could try something. To get your memories back I mean.”

Hermione moved to sit on the four poster that looked exactly like Ron’s. It even had his name on the trunk at the end of the bed.

“What’s that?”

“I owled my dad today, after I left you in the common room. Explained what happened to you. Well… I didn’t tell him everything,” he winked at her and she blushed. “Dad’s got a mate in the Department of Curse Breaking. Name’s Dave. Nice guy, really smart. His department also handles memory charms because they’re so weaponized. Dad told me that there’s a non magical way to break some of the spells. I’m assuming he meant the weaker ones that you were talking about.”

“Like what? I didn’t see anything in my reading,” Hermione asked curiously.

“Well, you wouldn’t. Not yet anyways. It’s something they’ve been experimenting with for only a couple of years. Dad says it’s not always successful, but many times it is. He said Dave told him you don’t actually lose your memories under the charm. They’re just locked away you see.”

“Really? Well what does that mean?”

“It means they can be unlocked. If you know what you’re doing.”

“Great! So what do we do?”

Ron hesitated for a moment, biting his lower lip, and studying her. “It only works if you have a witness or some sort of record of your lost memories.”

“Why?”

“Well, you have to try to recreate some of the lost memories.”

Hermione blushed fiercely.

“You’re telling me that you want to recreate what we did last night?”

Ron looked her up and down and his whole expression changed.

“Well… yes, but more than that. I- um. I need to walk you through it. To tell you what I did to you, and how I did it. I need you to recreate the scene with me.”

Hermione was certain she resembled a tomato at this point.

“What do you say?”

Hermione could only nod.

Ron bit his lower lip as he considered her for a moment and took a step back before removing his shirt. Hermione stared at his pale, broad shoulders. She didn’t know he had that many freckles on them. His wand came out next, and he transfigured his jeans into sweatpants. Hermione was watching him silently when looked up at her and offered his hand. He pulled her off the bed and Ron started walking backwards pulling her along with him.

“So you’re going to describe our night together?” She asked staring into his eyes.

His hand went to her waist and he spun her around so that he was now walking her backwards. When the stone wall stopped her in her tracks, she felt her head hit something soft. Ron had moved his hand behind her to cushion the blow.

“Yes,” he told her.

“Right, then,” he continued sounding business like now. “Well it started after we both took our showers. You walked into my room, while I was getting dressed. I only had sweatpants on.”

Hermione gulped “Ok.”

“I pinned you against this wall, like this,”he said leaning his body weight on her. “And you held my face in your hands.”

Hermione gently grabbed his face and she saw his eyes darken as they traveled down her body.

“And I kissed you, like this.” Ron leaned in and kissed her, gently, slowly, but it quickly became more heated. He grabbed her face and deepened the kiss, and Hermione let out a small moan.

He pulled back to talk to her.

“I took care of this problem,” he said as his hand snaked under her top and Hermione felt her bra loosen. “And what did you say to me? Do you remember?”

“N-no,” Hermione felt him kneading her breasts in the most delicious way and her head fell back onto his hand again.

“You told me you wanted more.” She felt his mouth come to rest next to her ear. “Tell me, Hermione. Tell me what you want.”

“I- I want more. Ron, please!”

Ron’s hand left her breast and traveled to the button on her jeans. He snatched it open and slid his hand in, and she whimpered at his touch.

“Mmm fuck! This is better than last night,” he groaned in her ear. “Because I know what happens next.”Ron ran his callused finger slowly, softly, back and forth and she called out in surprise.

“You okay?” He whispered, and she nodded quickly. His teeth grazed her ear, and she felt a shudder run down her spine.

As his mouth left to trail across her neck, he asked her, “Do you remember what you said then?”

He pulled back to watch her answer his question, his finger keeping a slow steady pace inside her pants.

“I said I wanted you?” she guessed. She was panting hard now.

“That’s right. Good girl,” Ron nodded his approval and his lips returned to her neck, his hot tongue tasting the sweat on her skin. This was too much. How long could she put up with this sweet torture?

“C’mon, Hermione. Keep going. What happened next,” he urged her.

Hermione whimpered. “Ron, I don’t know-

“Yes, you do,” he cut her off. “Try.”

“You- you slid your hands under my shirt,” she said with more certainty than she felt.

And Ron’s hands left her pants to slide her shirt up until he pulled it over her head. His eyes were roaming all over her.

“There you go. Tell me, Hermione. Then what?”

Hermione grabbed the waistband of her jeans, and started to slide them off her body, but Ron grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.

“Wrong,” he told her, his blue eyes dark and lustful.

“But I-I don’t know!”

“Yes you do,” he told her, keeping her pinned in place. “You’re the same Hermione you were yesterday. Your wants, dreams…fantasies... None of that has changed since then . So tell me. What do you want right now? What do you want me to do to you?”

Hermione took a big gulp and in a shaky, nervous voice, “Undress me,” she told him.

Ron gave her a sexy grin and released her hands.

“That’s right,” he said before he dropped to his knees in front of her and slid her pants and knickers off her body.

He was staring unabashedly at her, his hands sliding reverently up her thighs.

Hermione looked down at Ron sitting on his knees, shirtless, staring at her body, and waiting for her next command. And her lust for him took over. She knew exactly what she wanted.

“Ron stand up.”

And he did, towering over her again. She ran her hands over the hardened muscles of his chest and followed it with her lips. How could he feel so soft and warm and solid all at the same time?

Ron’s hands went to her hair, rubbing her scalp as she tasted every inch of his skin. She could tell he was losing control too when his breathing became more ragged and his other hand was rubbing her back firmly.

“Ron, take me to bed,” she told him and he lifted her off the ground, kissing her soundly as he walked.

When her head hit the pillow, he started kissing down to her chest.

“No, Ron, I want you.”

Ron froze. His eyes were reading her expression.

“But that’s not what happened next.”

“I don’t care about that right now. Take your pants off. I’ve wanted you for so long. Please, Ron.”

He shook his head in disbelief but did as she asked.

He hovered over her careful not to crush her with his full body weight.

“Tell, me what I want to hear,” he demanded.

“Ron, I don’t know what you want me to say-

“Yes, you do,” he insisted.

“Ron, please! I want you,” she begged, but Ron shook his head no.

“Not until you say it.”

She could feel him between her legs, his hardness pressing on her but refusing to enter. He was watching her intently, willing her to understand.

“Ron, I love you,” she said with conviction, and he thrust into her making her cry out in surprise.

Hermione grabbed his face and brought it down for a kiss as he set a rhythm.

Without warning she pushed him hard on his shoulders and he rolled onto his back.

“Oh fuck, Hermione!”

Hermione quickly picked up the pace Ron had set until he was unable to form a coherent sentence and a steady stream of curse words left his mouth. She felt herself falling over the edge.

Then suddenly a flood of familiar images rushed into her head and the dam broke. Waves of pleasure washed over her and she convulsed hard around Ron. He followed her letting out a loud groan, his whole body tensing. She collapsed spent on top of him listening to his heart beat wildly in his chest.

“Wow,” she managed when her breathing slowed down.

“Yeah.”

Ron was lazily drawing circles on her back. “That was more intense than last night.”

“I know. I remember now,” she mumbled sleepily.

“It worked?”

Hermione sat up to nod at him. “And we didn’t even have to do it exactly the same.”

“Yeah you went rogue on me there at the end,” he grinned at her.

“What can I say? I’ve been waiting a long time for that.”

Ron quickly flipped her over. “Wanna make some more memories?”

Hermione laughed. “Sure do.”