#neville longbottom x hannah abbot

[tedwardremus]

Burnt Cookies

Written for @greenhouse-seven's No Tricks Only Treats fest.

Prompt: Baking

The Leaky Cauldron’s Midnight Hallow’s Eve feast was the biggest Halloween celebration outside of Hogwarts, and Hannah had spent weeks transforming the pub into a Halloween wonderland. Streamers of enchanted bats swooped above the tables, jack-o-lanterns lined every shelf, and long tables were laden with pumpkin-flavored treats, dark chocolate cauldrons, and fizzing orange-and-black drinks.

But in the kitchen, Hannah was at war with the oven.

"Not again," she muttered, staring at yet another tray of burnt pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. They were a Leaky Cauldron tradition, passed down through her family, and this year, she was determined to get them right. She yanked open the oven and pulled out the tray, frustration radiating off her as she slammed it onto the counter.

Just then, Neville wandered in, brushing dirt from his hands. "Alright, Han, I’ve set up all the pumpkins and black orchids in the dining room. But are lilies Halloween-themed? Or… is that just for funerals?”

Hannah barely registered his question, focused instead on the traitorous cookies. She slumped onto a stool and let her head fall onto the counter. “Ugh! I can’t do anything right tonight!”

[rosie-love98]

Hogwarts New Generation Idea:

This may be a one-girl-opinion, but the thought of Albus Severus Potter getting together with Neville and Hannah Longbottom’s daughter in the future sounds adorable. 

[hprecfest]

Links: A Christmas Fairytale With Sex and Goats, Four Christmases Pomona Sprout Loved and One She Hated, (couldn't find Filus Flitwick's Christmas), The Rose That Lived

HP Rec Fest - Day 24

Prompt: A holiday fic @hprecfest

A Christmas Fairytale with Sex and Goats

Pairing: Aberforth Dumbledore/Minerva McGonagall

Creator: dueltastic

Rating: M/R

Word Count: 13,500

Summary: In years to come, 1984 would be remembered as the Christmas with all that snow.

Why You Should Check It Out:

Dueltastic has both these prickly characters down to a T. This is a fabulous take on the "snowed-in" trope, which manages, somehow, to be completely in-character and sweetly romantic without being at all sappy. McGonagall is all practicality and no sentimentality, and Aberforth is amused and, despite his brusque demeanor, entirely enthralled.

Four Christmases Pomona Sprout Loved and One She Hated

Characters: Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Pomona Sprout

Pairing: Aberforth Dumbledore/Pomona Sprout

Creator: kellychambliss

Rating: K+/PG

Word Count: 6,800

Summary: For Pomona Sprout, Christmas is always a wonderful time. Well, almost always.

Why You Should Check It Out:

This story is just right for the holidays, with its warm coziness, spiced up by a a little tang in the form of gruff Aberforth and tart Minerva adding to its pleasures.

I have a soft spot for Pomona, and this fic is a perfect example of why. Smart, competent, and caring is such a winning combination, and the odd couple of Aberforth and Pomona is just so right in the author's hands.

Filus Flitwick's Christmas

Characters: Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore, Argus Filch, Cornelius Fudge, Filius Flitwick, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minerva McGonagall, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape

Creator: therealsnape

Rating: K+/PG

Word Count: 12,999

Summary: “Right,” said Kingsley Shacklebolt, as Minerva and he sat in her study, now fully cleared of the dinner things. “There’s the five of you, there’s the House Elves, there’s Argus Filch. And there’s one hell of a mess, with a spoiled painting. This wants clearing up."

Why You Should Check It Out:

A wonderful Hogwarts locked-room mystery with insightful characterizations and a bit of well-earned revenge. I especially love how the author has drawn a much-matured Ron, who is becoming quite a clever fellow!

The Rose That Lived

Characters: Aberforth Dumbledore, Augusta Longbottom, Filius Flitwick, Hannah Abbott, Irma Pince, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Luna Lovegood, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom, Original Character, Pomona Sprout, Poppy Pomfrey, Severus Snape

Pairings: Aberforth/Kingsley, Filius/Pomona, Hannah/Neville, Minerva/Severus

Creator: Milotzi

Rating: K+/PG

Word Count: 5,055

Summary: Augusta Longbottom wants to see her grandson properly appreciated. All else follows.

Why You Should Check It Out:

Fic as song cycle. This set of vignettes combines humor and wonderful obeservations of some of my favorite characters.

[fedonciadale]

The Perks of Casting a Patronus - chapter 15 - Hit by two bludgers at once

Finally, it is time for Neville to be confronted with the truth. Poor Neville (and poor Hannah, but I have a HEA in mind for her as well)

“It’s about Luna.” How could Hannah not see that. “I don’t want her to get into trouble.”

Hannah’s frown smoothed – a tiny bit.

“And Parkinson.”

“Parkinson?” The frown was back in place.

“Yes, Parkinson. If Luna’s little outings ever come out, it will be her, who’ll be in trouble. She’s the one who is in contact with Malfoy.”

“Parkinson.” Hannah said. Her voice sounded bitter.

“Yes, Parkinson. Why do you think I should not care?” Neville could feel the anger rising in his guts again. That he had drunk more than usual probably didn’t help.

Hanna inhaled very slowly. She didn’t answer his question. They stood still, staring at each other for a long moment. Neville felt a strange yearning in his heart. Why could Hannah not understand him?

“Nev,” she finally said. She laid a hand on his arm. “You’ve never realized, have you?”

“Realized what?” His patience was wearing thin. What was wrong with him today? He never snapped at people.

Suddenly, there was sorrow in her eyes.

“Neville, how does Parkinson drink her tea?”

Neville frowned. “Black with just a pinch of sugar, not more than half a spoon.”

Hannah closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes were glistening, as if she had pressed back tears.

“How do I drink my tea, Neville?” Her voice was so low he barely heard her.

Neville opened his mouth. “You…” He hesitated.

“With just a dash of milk?” When the words had left his mouth, he knew that Hannah had heard the question mark. He flinched in embarrassment.

Read it all on AO3.

[marianamonteverde]

A little more Paneville for my WIP Series: Ask Time, It Knows Everything About Us...

And here is: The Dangers of Love Potions!

I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: On February 2000, Pansy is given a huge opportunity at work but she fears the repercussions it can have in her relationship...

Wordcount: 2239 words <3

[jisungjuice]

@hptriadsnet and @quidditchleaguenet holiday challenge

hannah x neville x pansy

[ofdarkestdesires]

The Canon Muse List of Of Darkest Desires and Darkest Desires Erotica

So many people have been asking about this...for years now. I specifically don't list the canon characters that I write for because that list is lengthy, and changes with the wind and my personal muse. However, since it is a new year, I suppose it's time we did a full canon character list for this blog. And, as an added note, I will also add at the end of each section notable OC muses that belong to these specific worlds.

Quick key before we get to the list, though: if a character is one of my favorites, they will be bolded and colored. If a character can be written genderswapped, they will be italicized. If a character is written non-canonically, they will be struck-through.

Avatar: Aang, Katara, Sokka, Prince Zuko, Toph Beifong, Suki, Jet, Azula, Mai, Ty-Lee, Princess Yue, Kyoshi, Korra, Mako, Bolin, Asami Sato, Kuvira

Bleach: Ichigo Kurosaki, Rukia Kuchiki, Orihime Inoue, Yasutora "Chad" Sado, Uryu Ishida, Tatsuki Arisawa, Yoruichi Shihoin, Kisuke Urahara, Kukaku Shiba, Sosuke Aizen, Rangiku Matsumoto, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Sui-Feng, Shunsui Kyoraku, Nanao Ise, Isane Kotetsu, Yachiru Retsu Unohana, Isshin Shiba-Kurosaki, Neliel tu Odelschwanck, Grimmjow Jaegerjacques, Tia Harribel, Francheska Mila Rose, Ulquiorra Cifer, Coyote Starrk, Lisa Yadomaru, Mashiro Kuna, Kensei Muguruma, Kirio Hikifune, Bambietta Basterbine, Meninas McAllon, Candice Catnipp // Ryuko Yorukitai

Critical Role: Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Grog Strongjaw, Percy De Rolo, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Allura Vysoren, Kima, Cassandra De Rolo, Delilah Briarwood, Sylas Briarwood, Caleb Widogast, Nott the (Thicc) Brave, Veth Brenatto, Jester Lavorre, Fjord Stone, Beauregard Lionette, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Kingsley Tealeaf, Yasha Nydoorin, Essek Theylyss, Reini, Queen Leylas Kryn, Imogen Temult, Laudna, Ashton Greymoore, Orym, Dorian Storm, Fearne Calloway // Scourge Maelstrom, Twilight Obsidia, Verdexis Sylvain

DC Comics: Bruce Wayne (Batman), Dick Greyson (Nightwing), Jason Todd (Red Hood), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Clark Kent (Superman), Lois Lane, Supergirl, Powergirl, Starfire, Blackfire, Rachel Roth (Raven), Princess Diana (Wonderwoman), Darkseid, Aquaman

Disney: Princess Jasmine, Genie, Jafar, Aladdin, Mulan, Esmeralda, Nani Pelekai, Moana, Maui, Queen Elsa, Pocahontas, Princess Ariel, Ursula, Merida, Princess Kida, Megara, Jessica Rabbit, Kim Possible, Shego, Pacifica Northwest, Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy, Eda Clawthorn, Lilith Clawthorn, Amity Blight, Luz Noceda, Willow, Hunter, Helen Parr, Violet Parr

Fairy Tail: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster, Erza Scarlet, Wendy Marvell, Mirajane Strauss, Lisanna Straus, Cana Alberona, Juvia Lockster, Gajeel Redfox, Laxus Dreyar, Ultear Milkovich, Jellal Fernades, Minerva Orland, Sting Eucliff, Rogue Cheney, Yukino Agria, Sorano "Angel" Agria, Erik "Cobra", Irene Belserion, Brandish // Nyx Sylvain

Final Fantasy: Tifa Lockhart, Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough, Barret Wallace, Jessie Raspberry, Yuffie, Scarlet, Sephiroth

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Cho Chang, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Bellatrix Lestrange, Nymphadora Tonks, Fleur Delacour, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Voldemort // Romulus Antares Lestrange-Black

Marvel Comics: Spider-Man (Peter Parker), Spider-Gwen, Miles Morales, Black Cat (Felicia Hardy), Mary-Jane Watson, Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff), Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff), Iron Man (Tony Stark), Captain America (Steve Rogers), She-Hulk (Jennifer Walters), Wolverine (Logan), Wolverine (X-22), Kitty Pride, Thor, Loki, Jean Grey, Storm, Rogue, Wasp (Janet Van Dyne), Nebula, Black Panther (T’challa), Black Panther (Shuri), Captain Marvel

My Hero Academia: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Todoroki Shoto, Mina Ashido, Kirishima Ejirou, Tsuyu Asui, Toru Hagakure, Yu Takeyama (Mt Lady), Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko), Mei Hatsume, Itsuka Kendo, Camie Utsushimi, Keigo Takama (Hawks), Nejire Hado, Himiko Toga, Dabi, Nomu // Tetsuga Bushido (Iron Midknight)

Naruto: Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Choji Akimichi, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Shino Aburame, Kurenai Yuhi, Tenten Higurashi, Anko Mitarashi, Tsunade Senju, Gaara no Sabaku, Temari no Sabaku, Kankuro no Sabaku, Tayuya, Orochimaru, Mei Temuri, Raikage Ei, Samui, Mabui, Yugito Nii, Konan, Kushina Uzumaki

Nintendo: Princess Zelda (SS/TP/BotW), Link (BotW), Ganondorf (TP/BotW Rehydrated), Impa (SS/Warriors), Midna, Urbosa, Riju, Mipha, Sidon, Paya, Purah, Robbie, Princess Peach, Bowser, Bowsette, Princess Daisy, Pauline, Donkey Kong, Luigi, Samus Aran

One Piece: Nami, Nico Robin, Yamato, Boa Hancock, Luffy D. Monkey, Portgas D. Ace, Trafalgar Law, Roronoa Zoro

Pokemon: Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Misty, Lt. Surge, Sabrina, Lorelei, Bruno, Lance, Giovanni, Gold, Silver, Krystal, Whitney, Jasmine, Clair, Karen, Brenden, May, Roxanne, Brawley, Flannery, Winona, Tate, Liza, Maxie, Archie, Admin Shelly, Admin Courtney, Phoebe, Drake, Steven, Wallace, Lucy, Anabel, Lucas, Dawn, Cheryl, Gardinia, Fantina, Volkner, Commander Mars, Commander Jupiter, Lucian, Cynthia, Hilbert, Hilda, Rosa, Ashley (B/W Mom), Lenora, Cheren, Bianca, Roxie, Elesa (B2W2), Skyla, Brayden, N, Caitlyn, Grimsley, Shauntal, Marshall, Iris, Professor Kukui, Professor Burnet, Olivia, Guzma, Lusamine, Sonia, Leon, Bede, Marnie, Nessa, Kabu, Bea, Gordie, Melony, Raihan, Oleanna, Klara, Honey, Burgundy (Scar/Vi Mom), Cylene, Adaman, Irida, Arezu, Mai, Ingo, Palina, Gaeric, Lady Cogita, Nemona, Penny, Arvin, Dendra, Saguaro, Raifort, Brassius, Katy, Iono, Tulip, Grusha, Professor Sada, Professor Turo, Mela, Giacomo, Atticus, Eri

RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao-Long, Jaune Arc, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, Lie Ren, Glynda Goodwitch, Professor Ozpin, Cardin Winchester, Coco Adel, Fox Alistair, Velvet Scarletina, Yatsuhashi Daichi, Roman Torchwick, Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, Mercury Black, Neopolitan, Hei Xiong, Miltia Malachite, Melanie Malachite, May Zedong, Arslan Atlan, Sun Wukong, Adam Taurus, Qrow Branwen, Raven Branwen, Taiyang Xiao-Long, Summer Rose, James Ironwood, Salem, Oscar Pine, Kali Belladonna, Ghira Belladonna, Sienna Khan, Ilia Amiitola, Saphron Cotta-Arc, Terra Cotta-Arc, Winter Schnee, Willow Schnee, Harriett Bree, Elm Ederne // Stark Ryker/Fall, Fenris Silbern, Russet "Rusty" Vulcan, Hozukimaru Wukong, Cherrybomb Alistair, Baelfieyr Zirconia, Zephyr Zirconia-Nikos, Scarlet Zirconia-Nikos, Lupin Zirconia-Nikos, Bast Zirconia-Belladonna, Shrike Zirconia-Branwen, Kyrstal Zirconia-Schnee, Sirius Silbern, Orion Braith, Clay Taurus

Skyrim: Yngvelja Ashkeeper (Dragonborn), Serana Volkihar, Lydia, Aela the Huntress, Mjoll the Lioness, Maven Black-Briar, Astrid, Queen Elisif, Thalmor Ambassador Elenwen

Xenoblade: Shulk, Reyn, Fiora, Dunban, Sharla, Melia, Rex, Pyra, Mythra, Malos, Jin, Nia, Mòrag Ladair, Brighid, Vandham, Eunie, Mio // Gairic Dáraig

Other: Chel Dorado, Ember McClain, Desiree, Danny Phantom, Gwen Tennyson, Charmcaster, Ben Tennyson, Kevin Levin, Gwen (TDI), Courtney (TDI), Bridgette (TDI), Heather (TDI), Bulma Briefs, Android 18, Android 21, Bayonetta, Lara Croft, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Melissandra, Sandor Clegane

[littlemissnoname13]

Fortunate Misfortune (D.M. x Reader): Chapter 11: Tea

Summary: Its his last year at Hogwarts and former Hogwarts bully, Draco Malfoy just wants to clean up his act and get through the year. Maybe even apply for a potions fellowship and date Astoria Greengrass. His plan seems perfect on paper except for a minor hiccup in the form of a feisty Hufflepuff girl…

A/n: This is my fourth Draft. I hated the first three. Sorry it took so long, my job has burnt me out this week.

Reblogs and Feedbacks are always welcomed :)

Warnings: mentions of food, coarse language, allusions to smut but no smut, reader discretion is advised however. Protective!Draco Please also note at the characters are always aged up in my stories.

Word count: almost 2000

Chapter 10 | Masterlist| Chapter 12

Heartbeat ringing all the way up to his eardrums, Draco ducked out of his dorm room and sprinted towards the Hufflepuff side of the castle.

“She must have gone back to her room. Relax, Malfoy.” He heard Blaise call out in his best, most reassuring and maternal voice. He was known to do that whenever the boys were going through times of chaos, pandemonium and minor inconveniences.

Lost the golden snitch to St.Potter? Relax, Malfoy.

Asked Pansy Parkinson to the yule ball? Relax, Malfoy.

Transfigured into a Ferret? Relax, Malferret.

How on earth was he supposed to relax when you had seemingly vanished into thin air after showing him the greatest night of his life?

Maybe you regretted everything. Maybe he’d done something wrong. Maybe he’d said something wrong.

Fuck.

He knew he should have kept the whole bit where he had fantasized about you to himself. Those lewd thoughts he had about you and your exposed clavicles in that party dress could have been his dirty little secret.

Now you probably thought he was an undercover pervert.

Fuck.

As soon as the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room came into view, Draco asked the first person he bumped into about your whereabouts.

Of all the people in the universe, it had to be Neville Longbottom who was leaning against the wall with his arms lazily wrapped around his girlfriend.

“Oi, Longbottom.” Draco called out, short of breath. “Have you seen Y/L/N by any chance?”

Neville looked perplexed and sceptical by the fact that Draco was actually asking him a genuine question and not insulting him for once.

“I don’t think I’ve seen her.” Neville mumbled with his expression blank and quickly turned to his side to look at Hannah Abbot. “Have you?”

“Oh yes—I did run into her, actually.” Hannah shuddered. “Quite a mess that one. Apparently she’s lost something and is going berserk looking for it.”

“She lost something?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be too worried If I were you. She loses her belongings all the time.” Hannah wrinkled her nose. “I remember this one time she lost her Hogsmeade Permission Slip in the third ye—”

What did you lose y/n? I’ll tear the school apart looking for it.

“Where is she now?”

“She was saying something about a picnic at the lake, if that helps.”

Could it be what he thought it was?

“Thank you Longbottom and…Paramour of Longbottom.” Draco interrupted, almost gagging at the sensation of the words coming out of his mouth.

It felt all sorts of strange thanking the same boy he’d stolen a remembrall from when he was eleven.

The pair just stood there with their eyes open wide in confusion as he sprinted away and towards the lake, now more frantic than ever.

~~~

He arrived at the black lake with the intention of diving headfirst into the water if he hadn’t found you sitting on the shore, with your hair covered in lake moss and duckweed, soaked with lake water.

You could have drowned. You could have fucking drowned.

“Draco.”

His spiraling thoughts came to a screeching stop when he heard you acknowledge his presence without even turning to look at him in that voice that always made him want to jump you—grasp you tight in his arms and kiss you.

“You can’t swim.” Draco reprimanded.

“I know.”

“Do you understand how reckless that is?”

“Que sera, sera.” You shrugged your shoulders at him. Even with duckweed and tiny aquatic plants sticking to your hair, you were a sight for his sore eyes.

He shook his head in disapproval.

“It doesn’t work that way, y/n.”

“Why not?”

“Y/n.” He reprimanded yet again, folding his arms.

“Draco.”

There it was. His name again. He needed to remind himself to think with his head and not with whatever he felt in his trousers whenever he heard his given name tumble from your lips.

Relax, Malfoy.

Draco thought about Blaise’s weirdly nurturing voice and that seemed to do the trick to the problem in his trousers. Now all he had to do was sort out the mess he’d made in his head.

“What did you lose anyway?”

~~

Your sweater?

My mind?

My rationality?

My heart?

My ability to function without thinking about that thing you did with your tongue last night? Where did you learn that by the way?

“Something important to me.” You sighed, and started to pick at the duckweed in your hair strands as a means to tear your eyes away from him because you were afraid the carnal feelings from the night before would resurface with just a single look

He hummed in response before crouching down next to you, so his face was leveled with yours.

He extended his left hands and placed it on your cheek and it was hard not to dissolve into his touch. Especially since his hands brought warmth to your cold and numb face.

His eyebrows knitted for a bit when he noticed just how cold you were.

You noticed that he opened his mouth as if to tell you off for jumping into the lake but he quickly shut it, like he had decided against it.

He let go of your face and pulled his jumper off himself giving you a mini sneak peak of his v-line. Marcus Flint’s rigorous training hours for the Slytherin quidditch team had certainly done a number on Draco.

“Here.” Draco said. “Wear this. You are freezing.”

You stared at him and he patiently waited till you slipped the jumper on. This one didn’t have his name on it but it still smelled like him all the same.

“Thank you.”

“It was just a sweater, y/n.” He said quietly as he started to pick at the plants stuck in your hair. “You could could have just told me—you could have taken my entire fucking wardrobe instead. What if you’d drowned, hm?”

Your heart ached when he said that because he really looked like he was offering you every single article of clothing he owned.

“How did you know?”

“I've wanted to take that sweater off you since the minute I saw you in it.” His voice wavered into a hoarse whisper that was reminiscent from the night before. “Imagine my disappointment when I realised you had left it at the picnic spot after you took it off to let Pansy dump pumpkin juice on you—I still have a lot of questions about the whole Pansy situation by the way.”

“Well that’s a long story.” You sighed, and started to rub your palms together to create heat.

“Good thing I’m not going to class today.” He sank on the ground next to you and enclosed both your hands in between his. He brought his lips close and placed a soft kiss on your hands and began murmuring warming charms under his breath.

“We could uh—go to my room and make us some tea in that blasted kettle that you are in love with.” You whispered, looking him in the eye.

You didn’t want tea. Screw tea.

He held your gaze; His jaw firm as he gulped.

Maybe he didn’t want tea either. Maybe he wanted the same thing as you did.

~~

Draco loved a good cup of tea. As opposed to the way he took his coffee, he preferred his tea on the sweeter side.

But it wasn’t the sweetness that tea he was craving at the moment. Screw tea.

He was craving you, the sweetness of your lips, the sweetness between your legs.

“How about the four broomsticks, and the usual?” He suggested, reluctantly baking away. He didn’t want to scare you by how desperate he was for you. You had already run away this morning. He could not afford having you run away again.

You were silent for a moment and he impatiently waited for you to say something. Anything.

“Okay. I know how much you love the usual.” You finally said as you broke into a mischievous smirk.

“Oh please.”

~~~

You raced back to your dorm to take a quick shower while he made himself comfortable at the hufflepuff common room of all places.

You couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t just wait inside your room while you showered but you decided not to ponder. Your brain was scrambled and deep fried anyway.

This thing you had going on with Draco. It felt like a strange limbo between being dead and being alive. It was a stubborn color in between white and red. Not quite pink yet.

Maybe you could bring last night up and ask him if it meant something to him. Maybe being mature and straightforward was the way to go.

Would you be able to handle his answer though?

Your mind kept spinning continuously like it was a carousel as you lathered on shampoo into your hair.

The only thing keeping you calm was the warmth from the water and the steam all around you.

Before Draco, showering was simply the process of scrubbing yourself clean. But now, showers reminded you of all the filthy things you did to one another under the pretense of washing yourselves clean.

Just as you wrapped your towel around yourself, you heard your bedroom door click open.

You heard the sound of your kettle and your lips twitched into a smile. Tea it is then.

“I thought you wanted to go get our usual.” You called out, stepping out of the bathroom in nothing but Draco’s jumper.

“I don’t know what that means, but it sure does sound nice.” The voice that replied made your stomach twist into an uncomfortably tight knot.

“What are you doing here, Flint?” Your eyes darted around the room for your wand.

He dramatically sipped the tea he’d made himself before setting the cup aside to take a step towards you.

“First Blaise, now Draco.” Flint laughed. “Sleeping your way through the Slytherin house, I see.”

“Get out.” You spat, taking a step back. “Get the fuck out.”

“Come on, I know the whole hufflepuff and slytherin thing is not just a stereotype, especially for you.”

“I said, get the fuck out.” You raised your hand and struck him across the face, expecting him to leave you alone. Instead, he broke into a malicious grin.

“I do like em feisty.”

“Fuck off.”

“Please, I know you love the attention.” He continued. “I don’t know if that’s Zabini’s sweater or Malfoy’s sweater but I am happy to give you mine in return too. If that’s what it takes.”

“The sweater is mine, y/n is mine and the future fist print on your face will be mine if you stay here for another second.”

Draco’s voice came in loud, booming and crystal clear from your door where he now stood with his fists curled and nostrils flared.

“Come on mate, everyone knows she’s just one of the many sluts you fuck around with.” Flint had the audacity to shrug. “How long is this going to last?—one week? A month?”

Draco didn’t answer this time. He simply tackled Flint to the ground and gripped onto his collar.

“Two months.”

Draco’s fist collided with Flint’s jaw with so much impact that the sound of the crash could be heard in all four corners of the room.

“I told you there was going to be a fist print on your face.” Draco snarled continuing to throw punches at him.

You’d heard stories about him in the sixth year. About the fights he’d gotten into ever so often.

You’d seen him come to class with bruised knuckles but you’d never seen him this furious.

“Are you alright?” He asked, and you felt your lips quiver at his question. “Y/n.” He said your name as he gently grasped you by your arms when your knees gave up on you.

You fell limp into his arms as one tear drop became two until a full blown sob broke out of you.

“No one will dare to speak to you that way ever again.” Draco rubbed your back. “I will make sure of it—use the unforgivables if I have to.”

You heard Flint let out a groan as he attempted to pull himself off the ground. His shaking hand was reaching into his pocket for his wand.

You had to act quick.

Eyes still blurry with tears, You reached for Draco’s wand and pointed it right towards Flint.

Pertrificus totalus.

~~~

Series tag list: @sycathorn-slush @badass-yn @louweasleymalfoy @writeandtranslate @silentkiller2374 @lilmissquackson @mzmalice3 @mvdbldd @emptycanvasthings @likediamondsandgold @hey-asstown @dr4cking @flacalatke @besutiful-y/n @i-have-my-issues @daniellarogers @kamalymaly @hallothankmas

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End of chapter notes:

Okay, so in the first draft that I wrote a year ago, Y/n was supposed to almost drown and there was supposed to be a huge commotion and Draco was supposed to have a public meltdown.

Idk why I hated the idea when I read the draft a few days ago. So I had to change it.

Also, sorry Flint is always the bad guy in my fics. It was either him or Zacharias Smith for this one.

May or may not have based Flint’s character off a douchebag Ik irl who had the audacity to say “you love the attention.” 🔪

[snowhitesarchive]

@lightningeranet creation event: Lightning Era Ships

Neville Longbottom x Hannah Abbot

“Cause all I know is we said hello And your eyes look like coming home All I know is a simple name, everything has changed...”

[wizcrdingheadcanons]

44. After the war, Hannah Abbott and a number of her fellow Hufflepuffs decided that the Houses were too isolated, too easy to pit against each other, and that it was part of what had sparked the war. So they started a determined effort to build inter-House relationships and community. 

Seeing that her old friend (and secret crush) Neville Longbottom was still a bit shell-shocked and grieving after the war, she decided to recruit him to help, thinking that something more healing and life-affirming to do would be good for him. 

It was. 

Especially since it resulted in the pair of them having long conversations about anything and everything in the Hufflepuff Common Room, and eventually getting over their mutual shyness and ending up in each other’s arms. 

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[fred-george-fic]

In the Middle Pt. 5

Cedric x Reader & George x Reader (Eventually)

A/N: Thank you so so much for all of the support! I love making this series and am glad to share it with all of you. (George’s face in the Weasley twins gif is for sure how he looks when he sees you).

Summary: It’s time for the Yule Ball & Christmas!

Pairing(s): Cedric x Reader & George x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 2.5k

Masterlist: ~Part 1~Part 2~Part 3~Part 4~

Warnings: none! (italics= letter or note) Y/F/I= your first initial

The Yule Ball

A few weeks later, Professor McGonagall has gathered everyone from Gryffindor and separated everyone with boys on one side and girls on the other. 

“The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas night we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity. I expect you all to be on your best behavior, because the Yule Ball is first and foremost a dance.” McGonagall began scanning the room as the girls begin to chat excitedly while the boys instantly groan.

Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell instantly start chatting happily to you about the dance. “And you’re going to get to go with Cedric Diggory!” Angelina said excitedly.

“You’re assuming he’s going to ask me.” You laugh.

“Of course he is! He’s your boyfriend after all.” Katie says. “I just hope someone will ask me.”

“Of course someone will.” You reassure her.

 “Silence!” McGonagall says, instantly quieting the room. “The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling bumbling band of baboons.”

You see George whisper something to Fred for both of them to start saying “Babbling Bumbling Band of Baboons” at each other, and begin to quietly laugh.

“-Mr. Weasley. Will you join me please?” McGonagall continues. You notice Ron getting up from his seat, looking absolutely mortified. You make eye contact with George, who mid-laugh stops and takes in a deep breath of air. You stare at each other for a moment before Fred grabs his attention. They begin mock dancing and whisper something to Harry.

“Everyone come together! Boys on your feet!” McGonagall shouts, all the girls get up, but the boys just sit there and look embarrassed. Neville Longbottom gets up and asks Ginny to dance with him. The two of them begin dancing next to McGonagall and Ron. “I will start taking away house points!” McGonagall threatens, prompting the rest of the boys to start asking partners.

Both Fred and George approach you quickly. You think for a moment, and whisper in Fred’s ear. “Go ask Angelina.” He nods his head, understanding what you’re doing and begins dancing with her. 

“Care to dance, Y/N? Or are you going to send me off into the arms of another woman as well?” He asks putting out his arms.

You quickly take them and begin dancing together. “Not quite. Although, if you need someone to ask to the ball, Katie Bell is worried no one will ask her. Fred had expressed to me his interest in Angelina in quidditch, so I thought I’d give him a nudge.” You smile, looking over at Fred and Angelina laughing together. “You however, have never told me of any interest in specific girls.”

“Well, I guess I really haven’t had any.” He looks at you, for a moment too long. Then he quickly looks over at Katie who is dancing with Lee. “Maybe I’ll ask Katie though. She’s always been nice in quidditch. Plus, she’s friends with Angelina, which would make it easier.”

“I think she’s a nice choice.” You smile and continue dancing. George wasn’t the most experienced dancer, but you both had a lot of fun laughing while you did it together.

“You all are dismissed for today!” McGonagall shouted, allowing all the students to leave.

Fred and George met back up and began chatting about asking girls to the ball. George looked back at you, “Are you coming, Y/N?”

“Sorry, I am supposed to meet up with Cedric. But, I’ll meet you for dinner?” You wave at them as they walk away, letting out a small sigh.

Once you were out of earshot, Fred and George began a conversation, unknown to you. “I’m going to ask Angelina to the dance.” Fred says. “Are you going to ask someone, George?”

George looks back in the direction you went and sighs. “Yeah, Katie Bell.”

“But, you want to ask Y/N? But, she’s with Cedric and that would be completely out of line?” Fred looks at his twin with a frown. George just nodded his head not wanting to continue this conversation.

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You found Cedric coming out of the same type of meeting, down the corridor a bit. Once he saw you, he said goodbye to his friends and began walking towards you. “Hello, love.” He says wrapping you into a tight hug.

You wrap your arms around him and look up. “Did you have to dance too?” You asked, looking at him.

“Yeah, with Hannah Abbot. Professor Sprout wasn’t much for showing us how, so we sort of just figured it out ourselves.” He laughed, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I wanted to talk to you about the ball actually?”

“Come to tell me you want to ask someone else?”

“Well-“ He thinks for a moment, looking away from you. You start to back up from him, but he catches you. “I’m kidding!” He begins laughing, pulling you towards him.

“Ced!” You attempt to wiggle out of his arms, but he’s holding you firmly.

“Y/N, would you do me the honor of attending the Yule Ball with a Triwizard champion?” He asks with a huge smile on his face. 

“Oh, is Harry looking for a date?” You tease, joining in on his laughter. “Cedric, I would love to go to the ball with you.” He grabs onto you tightly, pulling you close and kissing you deeply. Once he pulls away, you both smile.

“Ready for Herbology?” You ask holding your hand out for him. He grabs it kissing you quickly, and heading off in the direction of the Greenhouse.

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During the next week, you were sitting in study hall next to Fred and George. You watch as Fred scribbles out a note a passes it to Ron:

             Get a move on or all the good ones will have gone

 Ron looks at Fred and mouths, “Who’re you going with, then?”

Fred holds up one finger, crumples up a piece of paper and throws it at Angelina, who turns her head slowly and glares. Fred points at her, then himself and makes a dancing motion. Angelina smiles and nods her head causing him to wink at Ron. He turns to Hermione and says “So, Hermione, you’re a girl?”

“Well spotted.” She says continuing writing her notes.

“It’s one thing for a bloke to show up alone. For a girl, it’s just sad.” You see Harry’s eyes get wide as the words come out of Ron’s mouth.

Hermione instantly looks up, glaring at him. “I won’t be going alone because, believe it or not, someone’s asked me!” She whispers loudly, grabbing her notebook, handing it to Professor Snape and running out.

“You’ve really done it this time, Ron.” You said, handing your book to Snape and following her out. You head towards the Gryffindor common room and notice Hermione sitting inside on the couch. “Don’t listen to him, Hermione.” You say wrapping your arm around her.

“He’s just so infuriating!” She slams her book down on the table. “If he was really so concerned, he should’ve just asked me himself!”

“If only boys were smart enough to think like that.” You said with a small laugh. “Who’s your date?” 

“Promise not to tell?” She looks at you.

“Promise.” You put a cross over your heart.

“Victor Krum.” She blushes heavily.

“Victor Krum! I knew he’s been eyeing you ever since he got here!” You excitedly hug her. Suddenly, George and Fred walk in with Ron and Harry in tow. As soon as Hermione sees Ron she excuses herself and heads up to her dormitory.

“George asked Katie to the ball!” Fred shouts as he plops down on the couch next to you.

“He did?” You look over at George who is visibly embarrassed about the entire situation.

“And she said yes.” Harry adds in, taking a seat nearby.

“Congratulations, George!” You cheer, but once you make eye contact with him you notice that he isn’t smiling. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great.” He says but there’s no recognizable emotion in his face. Before you can protest, he begins to walk upstairs. You look over at Fred and he just shrugs and follows up after him.

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The morning of December 25th was usually your favorite. Typically, you would spend it at the Burrow with the Weasley family. But, since the Yule Ball was this year, everyone was spending the holidays at Hogwarts. However, when mail came in the morning, there was a specific gift for each Weasley kid, Harry, and you. You opened the package carefully, reading the note Molly left inside.

 Y/N,

       Happy Christmas! I talked with your mother yesterday, you will be    accompanying the boys and Ginny here again for the Summer if you would like.

 With Love,

           Molly Weasley

 You open your gift, revealing a blue jumper with a large yellow Y/F/I on the front, which matched Fred and George’s. Your face broke into a wide smile as you slipped it over your head, putting it on. You see the boys and Ginny following suit.

“I’ve never seen someone so happy to be putting on a Weasley jumper.” Ron says looking down at his with a grimace.

“Did mom send you a letter?” George asks picking up the piece of paper on the table.

“Your parents aren’t coming back again?” Fred asks reading the paper over George’s shoulder.

“Did you two really think my mother would stop traveling with her husband long enough to acknowledge that she has a child?” You look at both of them and shrug. “He hates magic anyways and we’ll be seventeen by that time, meaning we can use magic outside of school.”

George nods his head in understanding. “You can use magic around our house all you want.” You smile at him and begin to start eating breakfast. 

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After breakfast, you spend some time in the common room with Hermione studying together before getting ready for the ball. You both begin to get ready together, helping each other along the way. You change into a light blue sheer dress that has flowers embroidered on it. As the light hits it, there’s a faint shimmer. You also put your hair in a half-up half-down style. You look over at Hermione, who’s wearing a beautiful ombre pink ruffled dress.

“Wow, Hermione! You look amazing!” You say admiring her dress.

“Me? Look at you!” She motions to your dress. “Cedric is going to be speechless.” You smile at her and the two of you begin walking towards the Great Hall together.

As you begin walking down the steps with Hermione, you notice everyone left in the hall way is looking at you both. You make eye contact with George, who stares at you for a long moment before offering you a small wave. You give it back to him and scan the hall until your eyes land on Cedric. He was in the middle of a conversation, but immediately stopped the moment he saw you. Victor approaches first, offering his arm to Hermione, who smiles and takes it. Cedric is close behind, offering you his arm, which you kindly take.

“You look absolutely stunning.” He says walking towards the doors to the Great Hall.

You blush slightly, looking over at Cedric. “You are incredibly handsome tonight yourself.” You kiss him on the cheek as Professor McGonagall starts putting you in the correct order. You and Cedric are third in line, behind Hermione and Victor but in front of Harry and Cho.

As you walk into the hall, everyone begins clapping loudly. Cedric leans towards you, “I seriously cannot get over how gorgeous you are.” He smiles at you as you take the dance floor together.

The song begins causing you to forget about all the people staring at you. In this moment, it’s just you and Cedric enjoying a dance together, everything else just seems to fade away. Cedric’s smile continues as you two dance together. For the first time since Cedric put his name in the Goblet of Fire, you’re not worried about the tournament. At this moment, you were enjoying a dance with a boy like any normal witch could do. As the song ended, you noticed that others had joined the champions on the dance floor. You curtsy to Cedric and he offers you a bow. Instantly, the Weird Sisters start playing “Do the Hippogriff”, igniting cheers from the crowd followed by more dancing.

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As the night continued on, you and Cedric continued to dance together. Eventually, he went off to get a drink and you found the Weasley twins sitting on two chairs having a conversation. “Excuse me boys? It seems you’re missing your third part member?” You try to make your voice sound different to try and confuse them.

“Yeah, well she-“ George began before looking up at you. “Y/N?”

“Well, don’t you two look sophisticated.” You say with a wide grin, taking a seat next to George.

“We clean up good, don’t we?” Fred slightly fixed his dress robes and smirked at you.

“Where are Katie and Angelina?” You ask, noticing the two boys didn’t have their dates.

“They’re getting snacks.” George said pointing towards the Great Hall doors. He looks back at you, staring at you for a moment. “You look great, Y/N.” George says, trying to seem nonchalant. 

Fred nods in agreement. “Yeah, it looks like all three of us know how to clean up!”

You laugh and as you look back at the doors you notice Cedric walking back in. “Well, goodnight boys. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You wave at them and head back towards Cedric.

Once your back is turned, George throws his head in his hands. “She looks bloody gorgeous, Fred!”

“Well, you better pull it together, mate. Katie and Angelina are coming back.” Fred says watching their dates return. “Welcome back, ladies.”

You reach Cedric and he wraps you into a warm embrace. “I wish this night could last forever.”

“Me too. How about one more dance? A slow one?” You ask.

“I would be delighted.” He grabs your hand leading you to the dance floor for the final dance of the evening. You sway to the music together, kissing him softly as the song ends. His face immediately forming into a wide smile.

Cedric walks you back to your common room, kissing you again before saying goodbye and walking back to his own common room. You slide inside the door, noticing a few stragglers who either didn’t attend the ball or had recently come back. You look around to see if George and Fred are around, but when you see they aren’t you head up to your dorm. You change your clothes, putting your Christmas jumper back on and crawl into bed.

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Headcanon

Neville and Hannah became closer whilst being the designated sober people at every Hogwarts reunion. In fact, Hannah asked Neville out on a date shortly after the two of them finished helping a vomiting Draco Malfoy into his bathroom.

[borqinandburkes]

Neville Longbottom X Hannah Abbot

B L E S S E D   ARE  THE  HEARTS  THAT  CAN  B E N D  FOR  THEY  WILL  NEVER  BE  B R O K E N

[whizardwheezes-blog]

One A.M. in the kitchen: Ron Weasley x (Hufflepuff!)Reader :)))

Just a little imagine I did :)) Enjoy! - No one knew that Ron had been crushing on you. Not Harry, not Hermione, and ESPECIALLY not Fred and George. … That is, not until the twins caught Ron staring at you. It was dinner in the great hall. The golden trio sat at the Gryffindor table, Ron conveniently sitting where he could see you just between Hannah Abbot and Justin Finch-Fletchly’s heads. Ron was watching you laugh. You were so beautiful, but he’d never have the courage to talk to you… “RON!” Hermione’s voice snapped the Weasley boy out of his trance. Hermione tapped her fingers. “Were you listening to ANYTHING I said?” Ron stuttered. “Uh–yeah–uh–charms class … homework …” It was a good guess–Hermione was ALWAYS talking about homework–but Ron was wrong. Hermione just sighed and started chatting with Harry, so Ron went back to sneaking looks at you. His sneaky glances and distraction didn’t go unnoticed by Fred and George. The red-haired twins smirked at their baby brother and then at each other. You were such a pretty Hufflepuff, but you were fearless. You and Ron would be a perfect couple. Now, to get you together… Dinner ended, and you headed toward your respective common rooms. On the way out of the dining hall you suddenly bumped into someone and fell over. Or rather, TWO someones. The Weasley twins looked down at you in sly surprise. “Oh! Sorry, love, we didn’t see you there,” George said cheerfully. “Let us help you up,” Fred offered. He grabbed your hand, pulling you up, and then shoved you gently backwards, where you fell into someone else. You both toppled onto the stone floor. You had landed on top of the one and only Ron Weasley. His face turned as bright red as his hair as you scrambled off of him. “Urgh–um–sorry,” you muttered. He stood, not even noticing brothers, who were smirking again. “My fault,” Ron stuttered. You offered a smile. “Y/n! Come on!” Hannah called, and you gave Ron a wave and headed off to the Hufflepuff common room with your friends. Ron’s eyes followed you. Fred and George snickered. “Aw, does our Ickle Ronnikins have a crush?” Ron blushed to the roots of his hair. “Shut up.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You made it to your common room and found Nearly Headless Nick waiting outside the door. He looked at you with an important–but slightly strangled–expression on his face, eyes popping out and face moving up and down. You wondered if he was alright. You told your friends to go ahead and stopped to speak with the Gryffindor ghost. “Nick, are you alright?” you asked. His eyes were doing that popping-out thing again, and it concerned you. Nick gave you a brief, dignified look. “Of course.” His face went back to twitching. “It’s just that …” He trailed off into a whisper, leaning closer so you could hear him. “I’ve been sent to deliver a message.” He leaned back and looked at you importantly. You were surprised. “Oh. Well, fire away. Who’s it from?” Nick’s face twitched. “Ah, see, that’s the mystery of it. They don’t wish to be known. A certain Gryffindor wishes to meet you just here–just outside your common room–tonight at one a.m.” Your breath caught. No one had ever asked to meet you after midnight before. “But–but can’t you tell me who it is? Please?” Nick withdrew. “That would be against my honor. I’m sorry, Y/N, but you’ll have to wait until tonight.” He gave you an important look and then vanished through one of the kitchen walls. You sighed, debating if you would go or not. What if it’s a boring Gryffindor, like Neville Longbottom or Seamus Finnigan? Then you’d have to sit with them, because you just couldn’t be rude to someone who wanted to meet you at one a.m. But what if it’s Ron Weasley? a little voice inside you nagged. You shushed it. You’d been crushing on that red-haired boy for ages, but he hadn’t shown any interest in you. (You knew Ron was shy, but you didn’t know just how shy he was–too shy to try and talk to you and ruin his chances with you.) You were now just trying your best to get over your little crush. But the possibility poked at you. What if it WAS Ron, and you left him hanging? At last you decided that you would go. - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was one a.m. You were nervously waiting in the kitchens, having successfully snuck out of your dorm and common room. You heard footsteps, and a voice speaking in the dark. “Fred? George?” Your breath sped up. You knew that voice. You walked through the darkness toward the voice until you bumped into someone. “Lumos,” you whispered, and your wand lit the face of the one and only Ron Weasley. He seemed shocked and nervous to see you. “Oh, uh, hi Y/n,” he whispered. You blinked, hardly believing your luck. Ron Weasley had sent you the message. Or was he? He’d been looking for Fred and George, and he seemed surprised to see you. You decided to take what you get and ask questions later. You sat on the counter, gesturing for Ron to sit next to you. Once he did, you whisper-asked, “Why are you looking for Fred and George?” He flushed, and you could see it even in the dim light of your wand. “Well, I’m supposed to be helping them with their pranking tonight, but I don’t see them. They set off before me.” Your heart sank. “So you didn’t send the message?” He looked surprised. “What message?” You laughed it off. “Nothing.” You felt your insides twist and sink, but you kept up the conversation. “Why are you helping Fred and George prank? That doesn’t really seem your style.” “It’s not…” You raised your eyebrows, and Ron flushed again. “They said they’d blackmail me if I didn’t help…” You smiled. He was so cute. “What was the blackmail?” He looked at you, eyes wide, and you rushed to apologize. “Sorry, that was rude–” Ron cut you off. “No, it’s okay.” He took a deep breath and looked at his shoes, dangling above the floor. “They said if I didn’t help that … That they’d tell you that I like you,” he mumbled. Your breath caught. “Do you?” you whispered. Ron forced himself to look at you. He was blushing bright red. “Yes.” You couldn’t believe it. You laughed out loud and then shushed yourself, and then, because Ron was looking at you funny, you threw your arms around him. “Ron, I never knew! I’ve been hoping for AGES that you’d say it.” Ron gingerly (haha no pun intended) returned the hug, brightening up a little. “Y-you have? So does that mean … that you like me too?” You hugged him gently. “Of course.” He held you a little closer and kissed your cheek. He smelled good, salty but sweet. You just hugged him. You both sat there in the kitchens for a few hours, just whisper-talking and laughing at anything and everything. By the time Ron got back to the Gryffindor common room, it was nearly 4 a.m. Fred and George had never showed up in the kitchens. … But that’s because they were waiting in their common room, waiting to see if their plan of blackmail and message-by-Nick had worked. When Ron came back, exhausted but smiling enough to light up all of Hogwarts, the twins hi-fived each other. Looks like it worked out after all ;)