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hermiones-amortentia · 2 years ago

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Here the times Ron debated with Hermione. Now lets break down your Hermione ass licking rubbish one by one

He is lazy in school and never did a thing for himself

He got good marks continuously without putting any effort. Harry had almost forgotten that the exam results were still to come, but come they did. To their great surprise, both he and Ron passed with good marks; Hermione, of course, had the best grades of the first years. (PS)

Let me remind you he was using a 2nd hand wand of his brother. The wand had unicorn hair core. Unicorn hair core are known for being loyal to their users. Yet Ron got good marks that too being lazy. And contrary to what you think Hermione didn't write his exam papers. He did.

Packing his clothes

Who asked her to pack his clothes? Did Ron ask her to pack them for him? No. She did it bc whe wanted to.

Dude expected her to pack his jeams and

Show me from book where Ron asked Hermione to pack his jeans.

And also cook bc she is a woman.

Another false claim. He said it in the same page 'its bc you are supposed to be the best at magic' not bc she is a woman.

He complains that she is a bad cooker

So what should he tell her when her cooking was shit? 'Oh no Hermione. You are better than Gordon Ramsey??'

He wanted basically a male fantasy of a house wife

I am sure in your fanfiction he did. However its canon he left his own job to support George. Later Hermione became the minister of magic in while being married to him. The highest position in the wizardingworld. Your fanfics=/=canon

He was always fighting with the person that made him everything

Umm what? Who made him everything? Bitch Ron made his own damn name. No one made him everything.

Ron even publicly blame her and mock her

U mean after she laughed at his fake moustache 'unkindly'? So she can publicly laugh at him bc 'girlsssss power' but he can't mock her? As clear as mud.

Humiliated her for not believing he could win a Quidditch match

What humilate? Do you understand the meaning of humiliation? He just mocked her bc she had no belief in him and thought he cheated.

Hermione do the things for him

What does she do for him? Check his homework? Oh no. What a mindboggling she did. Please give her a Nobel already.

Slug club

Ron has his own chocolate frog card the greatest achievement of any wizard. He played one of the most crucial parts in Voldemort's defeat and destroyed a part of voldemort's soul. Does Slughorn have that achievement? Does Ginny have that? Oh shit no. Then shut the fuck up.

Idiot towards Ginny

Didn't Ginny trip him and humiliated him infront of Fleur knowing full well she was a part veela and look shamed fleur was a total xenophobic asshole towards Fleur? That's right. She was. But I guess she gets a pass. Bc 'gurlzzzz power'

Misogynistic asshole

We are finally here the M word. LMAO. So by your logic Hermione is a Misogynistic asshole bc she treated Fleur, Parvati, Lavender, Luna, Trelawney terribly for being different from her. Ginny is a mysogynistic asshole bc she treated Fleur terribly. Molly is a Misogynistic asshole bc she treared fleur and Hermione terribly. And lastly Harry is a Misogynistic asshole whose chest monster agreed with Ron when he nearly slut shamed Ginny. Everyone is a M.A. according to you.

Stopped talking to Harry knowing the competition was a highly dangerous thing

Wrong. Dumbledore told them that they made sure the competition wasnt anything life threatening and they took full initiative to make it less dangerous than it was previously. He didn't even grasp how dangerous it was until he saw the 1st task.

Used lavender to make Hermione jealous

Source: trust me bro. Bc nowhere in the books it was specified why he dated lavender. May be liked the attention she gave him. May be liked snogging. Who told you why he dated her? JKR called you and told you personally?

He said voldemorts name to show how ridiculous it was that Hermione was carrying books

Wtf is this shit!! What work did those books do at the horcrux hunt? Did she tear off the pages and ate them when she was hungry?

He abandoned his best friend and love interest

Wrong. Harry asked him to leave. TWICE. mocked him for being worried about his family. Then Ron asked Hermione to go with him. She didn't. He also said the moment he left and wanted to go back. How leaving a house in the heat of the moment to cool off then coming back is abandonment? Had he been not captured he would have come back minutes later.

Being a shitty friend, person in general

Yeah to you I am def he was a shitty friend person what not. So keep that to yourself.

An arc out of thin air.

Actually he has an arc throughout books. He was shitty to Hermione in 4th year. He asked her to dance with him at bill and Fleur's wedding. He was scared to werewolves. He defended remus at the grimmauld place. He was scared of half giants. But it was him who defended him against luna. He was against SPEW. during the battle of Hogwarts it was him who wanted to save the house elves when Hermione had forgotten about them. He was rude to Luna. But he appreciated her Quidditch commentary and said she was brave. He was only in looks initially. But it was him who gave Harry advice to date a more cheerful person. He was scared of uttering voldemorts name. But it was him who yelled at voldy 'he beat you'. He was an ass to Hermione in 3rd year. Later he took Crookshanks' validation whether pig was good or not. He bought Hermione a perfume to make up for his atrocious behaviour.

See. Reading books does wonders. Which you haven't.

Ron actively chose to be worst

LMAO

He is at best a toxic person

LMAO

Makes zero sense that people love him

Oh no!!! People have a better reading comprehension skill than my walnut size brain and zero IQ... they dare to read books without living inside Hermione's ass like me. the friggin audacity😩😩

Ron Weasley: Constantly debates with Hermione throughout all 7 books about S.P.E.W, Hallows' existence, The Grim, how to deceive the ministry workers and several other things, highly knowledgeable about wizarding world, isn't afraid to voice his opinion when he thinks she is wrong and always presents a different point of view from hers.

Some people: Ron can't hold a conversation with Hermione. He is too dumb.

Draco Malfoy: his best retorts are Potty you suck, mudblood you so ugly, Weasley you so poor, Longbottom you so dumb and my father will hear about this.

The same Fans: ThIs iS tHe gUy wHo cAN sTiMulATe heRmiONe iNteLlEcTuaLly aNd cAn aRgUe wItH hEr. 🤡🤡

#long post #please live inside Hermione's ass and never come out

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loislame84 · 3 years ago

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I know I said I was working on The English Rose and I am but I did write a little bit of Just an Itch and wanted to share it. Mostly for one person since they voted for this story in my Instagram poll but the rest of you can read it too. NSFW lol

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A twenty minute car ride never seemed to take a long time according to Hermione until she was sitting passenger to a very sexy older woman who decided to take the entire ride to tell her exactly every way she was planning to make her come undone when they got back to her house. Bella made sure that no details were spared and she was very specific in her descriptions. Hermione was certain she was going to cum from the sound of her professor’s voice alone. She had never had someone speak to her so explicitly before and she was dripping. “Please? I’m absolutely throbbing. Can I touch myself?” Hermione looked at her date with pleading eyes and asked when they were about half way home. Bella laughed, a deep throaty laugh that almost seemed to be mocking her. Her only response, “absolutely not. Nobody gets to make you cum besides me, pet. That little masterbating stunt you pulled the other night, you should be punished for it but I’ve decided to let it slide. Now be a good girl and listen to your professor.” From that moment on Hermione sat quietly, getting wetter by the minute only responding, “yes professor and no professor,” until they finally made it back to Bella’s cottage.

“Come on,” Bella smirked when they pulled up out back, “don’t get all shy on me now, pet.” She rounded the car and opened the door for her date. Once Hermione exited the car, Bella spun her around and pressed her back against the side of the Jeep. The older woman immediately attacked her throat with a line of soft bites sweeping from below her ear across her left collarbone while pressing her thigh in between Hermione’s legs. A sigh of relief escaped the brunette’s mouth as she rocked her hips against her professor’s firm thigh. Another throaty chuckle came from Bella as her hands grabbed Hermione’s hips, slowing them to a stop. “Now, now, pet,” she pulled back and nipped at her lower lip, “you can’t possibly think I’d let you cum so soon, out here in the yard, against the Jeep where anyone could be watching. You are a desperate little thing aren’t you,” she kissed her soft and slow, the brunette whimpering from the sickeningly sweet kiss. “Come on,” she squeezed Hermione’s ass and grabbed her hand, pulling her along behind her as they made their way inside. When the brunette stopped to look around the living room, Bella picked the girl up over her shoulder and carried her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the middle of the bed, “fuck first, tour later,” she set her with a look that told her to stay put. Hermione was left in the middle of the bed when Bella disappeared into an adjoining room that Hermione surmised to either be a bathroom or a walk-in closet. She was nervous and excited but mostly horny as hell and if Bella didn’t return soon, fuck her rules, she was going to start pleasuring herself. “I hope you are being good out there,” she heard from the other room.

Hermione groaned, she wasn’t going to last long at this rate. “Are you coming to fuck…” her sentence was cut off when Bella emerged from the closet. Hermione’s mouth went dry, all her spare liquid rushing between her thighs. The older woman came out wearing a black lacy corset that barely contained her breasts, a lacy black thong that was merely a formality than a piece of cloth, black sheer stockings that were connected to garter belts and black heels. “Uh,” was the most eloquent thing her brain could comprehend at that moment. She short circuited.

Bella smirked and slowly sauntered over to the bed, never breaking eye contact. “See something you like?” Hermione visibly swallowed and nodded, “no, use your words.”

“Yes, Professor,” she all but moaned. She was scooting back to sit with her back against the headboard when her Professor crawled onto the bed, kneeling beside her.

“That’s a good girl,” she said as she grabbed hold of her chin and turned her head, licking up her throat to her ear before whispering, “have you ruined your jumpsuit yet?” She let go of her jaw and trailed her hand down Hermione’s body, cupping her sex firmly. Bella groaned but kept her composure. “Absolutely. Fucking. Drenched.” She accentuated each word. When Hermione started rolling her hips to press herself harder into Bella’s hand she pulled it away, “desperate and needy. Just the way I want you,” she bit her ear lobe, “not desperate enough though are you?” She reached around to Hermione’s other side and pulled down the zipper on her jumpsuit. “Are you?” She asked as she pinched an exposed nipple.

“No, no yet Professor,” she whimpered.

“I didn’t think so,” she growled as she mounted Hermione, straddling the younger woman, a firm leg on each side of Hermione’s hips. Hermione could feel Bella’s desire where their bodies met. She ground her hips down onto the body below her, “you do feel what you do to me, little girl?” Hermione threw her head back but Bella reached and thread a hand through her hair, squeezing and creating tension, pulling just enough to send the sensation coursing through the brunette’s body, “you denied me for weeks. This,” she reached down with her other hand and moved her underwear to the side and entered herself with two fingers, biting her lip as she rode her fingers for a few moments, “fuck.” She pulled out and brought her fingers up between them, “this is what I’ve had to do to myself every night, waiting for you.” She looked absolutely evil, “now suck,” she thrust her two fingers into Hermione's mouth. The young woman moaned at the taste. She swirled her tongue around the fingers then sucked on them until she was sure every last drop was consumed. “You loved that didn’t you?”

“Can I have more, Professor?” Hermione’s pupils were blown wide with lust.

“Soon enough,” she pulled her into a heated kiss, massaging her tongue across Hermione’s lower lip, demanding immediate entrance.

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bistevethor · 3 years ago

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Steve Rogers Fanfiction Recommendations

Happy birthday, Steve!

I know that there are some (a lot?) of steve fans who sometimes struggle to find fics focused on him, so I am here now putting a list of Steve fics. I was going to fics that I haven't seen recommended a lot and most of the ones on this post have less than 200 kudos only, but I end up putting everything (it's probably easier to put my bookmarks as public but well...). It's a massive list (over 100 fics?), so it's will be separated into several posts/reblogs.

Not all of them are from Steve's POV or even have him as the main 'main' character, but rest assured he played an important role and is featured heavily. Lots of these are friendship-focused but I categorized them. The shippy ones are mostly samsteve, thundershield, and some rare pairings because I don't venture to other ships a lot and when I did it's to the rare ones instead lol. Hopefully, any of you can find some gems from this list and these are as enjoyable or as good as I remembered. I'll continue to update it, hopefully, every time I find new ones.

Fics are under read more.

General

The Rocket's Red Glare

Steve was born on the Fourth of July (no joke), so a party is in order! Unfortunately, PTSD decides to rear its ugly head. Fortunately, Steve's got an entire team at his back to help him through it. And screaming goats.

an entry in the scrapbook of absurdity

In which Steve turns into a baby and bites people.

Baby Steve Adventures

Captain America gets hit by a spell during a battle. The rest of the Avengers look after him.

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't)

"Dragr," Thor called them. "Demons" Clint had said. "Thieves" is what Steve labels them as. AKA, the one where Steve is captured by creatures that feed off of happy memories, and the team is left to pick up the pieces. Post-Avengers.

In Search of (Bucky, Family, Home)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

A week following the events of CATWS, Steve recruits Natasha and Sam to help find Bucky.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Do we need to recap again? You were shot three times, beaten near to death by an enhanced super soldier with a metal arm and then almost drowned. Yeah, your ass is going to need a few more days of healing time.”

The Truth When Captains Meet

Steve Rogers wakes up on an alien’s space ship being carried bridal style by Carol Danvers. As far as first meetings go, it’s memorable.

Irish Coffee

Pairings: Jessica Jones & Steve Rogers

Jessica runs into an incognito Cap at a cafe. They form an unlikely friendship of sorts.

The Lifetimes of Steve Rogers (Series)

What happens when Steve Rogers steps onto the quantum platform to return the Stones? Where does he go? What challenges does he find? Who does he meet? How many lifetimes can one man have?

Fifty-Two Pickup

Less than a week after the fall of the Triskelion, Steve Rogers is released from the hospital. Although his physical wounds are almost fully healed, other injuries need a bit more time, and some help from friends.

little kids get big so fast

Steve ends up having to take care of the deaged Defenders.

Grampa Steve's Bedtime Stories

If Mommy was away for work, then Morgan’s Grampa Steve came over to stay with her. He’d tuck her in, let her give Mommy a kiss on video chat, then hand her the picture of Daddy for his kiss. Once Daddy’s picture was back on the bookshelf, Grampa Steve would turn off the bedside lamp so that Miss Friday could cover the ceiling with stars, and ask Morgan what story she wanted to hear.

“Captain Steve, Grampa! Tell me Captain Steve!”

Grampa Steve sometimes read to her from books and other times watched a movie with her, but her favorite by far was when he told her Captain Steve’s Adventures Through the Multiverse.

On Camping Trips

Sam is more Hermione than Natasha is, and Steve doesn't want to be Harry.

Powerful

Steve loses the advantages of the super-soldier serum. This is not a tragedy.

His Dream

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As if on cue, Steve cut him off with a loud sneeze.

"Yeah. Like that." Sam nodded. "And please sneeze into your elbow next time, dude. You could've just started an epidemic."

"Sorry. Allergies." Steve excused, and Sam raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know it's allergies?" Sam asked, and Steve sighed, putting the ingredients together and solving the mystery of what the gas had actually done.

The answer wasn't ideal. "It feels like the seasonal allergies I had before. Before the serum- and I haven't had them since the serum."

Realization clicked in Sam's head.

"The gas de-serumed you."

Steve swallowed and nodded reluctantly.

OR: Steve gets temporarily de-serumed, with his height and stature staying the same but his immune system being as bad as it was before, and has to stay in the hospital to prevent a severe allergic reaction or illness. Sam stays with him the whole time, making sure he's not alone.

A Strange Encounter

Things have gone awry and Strange is injured. With no other options, he's called for assistance from Captain America and his team.

even if we're apart, i'll always be with you

Steve finds a dirty toy bear at an abandoned gas station, on the way back from a school trip. He brings him home.

As Long as You’re Not Tired Yet of Talking

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

When Steve Rogers tells her, “Don’t be a stranger,” as they’re all going their own ways after New York, it makes her want to laugh.

Draw/Breath

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Natasha like knowing what makes people tick. She likes knowing things, about her teammates and her coworkers and herself. Oddly enough, sometimes other people like knowing her too.

AKA: Natasha wants to know why Steve isn’t drawing anymore, and takes the long way round to get her answer. Because why not.

With Magic We Do Fly

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

In Civil War we see Wanda fling Steve into the air with her magic. They must have practiced that, right?

Que Wanda throwing Steve against a wall. Many times.

Just Like We Practiced

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

Steve had said, in the movie when he asked Wanda to lift him into the building, "Just like we practiced." But just how did they come up with the idea of her lifting people with her powers, and putting them up somewhere like an escalator? Perhaps it was because Wanda accidentally sent a certain tall, blond Avenger face-first into the floor once and he decided he would help her learn to utilize this as a confidence building exercise. Natasha keeps an eye, Thor and Sam help build the training grounds, and Wanda has found her new home. Takes place between AGE OF ULTRON and CIVIL WAR.

Black and White but Red and Blue

They're watching black and white film reels, but Steve sees them in colour.

"My shield may be black and white but it was red and blue. Just like the blue sky under which red blood was spilled. Like Bucky's blue eyes and Peggy's red lips..."

The Road Warriors

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

It wasn't pretty, but somehow the four of them managed to make it through two years on the run.

We'll Fix It

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Steve has a hard time after his battle with The Winter Soldier and isn't sure what to do with himself. After not seeing him for a week, Natasha finally shows up to his apartment unannounced to figure out how they can get back to work. There is some crying involved.

From Here On Out

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

The Accords, the search for Bucky, the fight at the airport ... In a world where nothing will ever be the same, sometimes the road to rebuilding trust and friendship is a little rockier than it should be.

AKA, the story of Steve & Natasha and how they got to where they are.

Set post-Civil War but pre-Infinity War.

I have this breath and I hold it tight

Parings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Vision

Steve finally goes to Wanda’s tiny room and taps on the doorframe, although it’s hardly necessary, with the slightly warped floorboards creaking under his feet. “Hey,” he says. “Got a minute?”

Wanda's been a little withdrawn since Steve broke everyone out of the Raft. She's had a lot to think about.

to you.

Pairings: Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff & Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff & Tony Stark

It's Wanda's birthday today. She's not sure how to feel.

New Love

Pairings: Diana (Wonder Woman) & Steve Rogers

Near the end of World War II, Diana Prince finds herself attempting to reconnect to her long-gone, beloved Steve Trevor. However, she comes across Steve Rogers instead.

Sharing Life (And Canned Green Beans)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

It’s Thanksgiving, and Steve is hiding in the second living room on the 8th floor of the penthouse apartments with a can of green beans.

I'm Fine

Steve slowly began to realize that the problem with being a national icon, a hero, and a role model, is that somehow, he became more than human. He become a symbol, not a person. So when he becomes increasingly unhappy, deeply depressed, and utterly adrift in a world where he doesn't belong, the loneliness and isolation are unbearable. How could anyone believe that an iconic hero like himself was really just an ordinary kid from Brooklyn, dying inside because everything he'd gained still wasn't enough to replace everything he'd lost? How could he possibly bring himself to bleed on the ones he loves? So he tells himself the same lie over and over, hoping one day, he'll believe it.

dogpile

"My dog ate my mission report" An injured Steve remembers something he has to do. Unabashed Steve and dogs fluff. "Didn't peg you for a pet guy." "Allergies."

Alone In This World (Together)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

“We’re fugitives,” Steve said finally. “It might never get better.”

“The world’s always going to need saving," Sam replied. "We’re still Avengers. No one can take that away from us.” Then, like they hadn't been having an entire conversation before, “So when do we leave?”

“Once night falls.”

Do we have any idea where she is?”

“No.” Steve took a sip of his coffee. “But I know where she’ll be.”

it gets the worst at night

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Here's how it goes: Natasha sometimes shares a bed with Steve. It's not what it sounds like.

(In which there are Colombian drug lords, awkward boners, cuddly super-soldiers and the Avengers are all giant dorks.)

Shelter

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Sam and Steve, right after the fall of SHIELD.

Princely Bickering

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Jane Foster, Steve Rogers & Thor

Steve allows Sam to lean up and inspect his head for bruises and blood. He then checks out Steve’s eyes. ‘Do you know where you are?’ Steve rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t be an ass, Cap, apparently you can break.’ ‘London, England, chasing apparently useless Hydra intel despite having about five hundred international arrest warrants out for us because we’re just that stupid,’ says Steve. Sam pats him - gently - on the shoulder. Life on the run isn't easy, especially not after an injury. Fortunately Steve still has a few allies left.

And The Seconds Tick Down

AU of Civil War. How the world ended in twenty steps when Steve died.

"Grant" and "Francis" Go Shopping

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve and Clint both have holiday shopping to do for their family of choice, so they make a day trip to an outlet mall, have a few heart to hearts, use some coupons, buy a bunch of presents, and eventually get through their shopping lists.

A Tune Without Words

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As he and Sam prepare to begin searching for Bucky, Steve gets various offers of help—some more unexpected than others.

Purpose

Tony Stark wins the fight in Siberia completely by accident.

Steve Rogers does not resist his arrest as he is taken to the Raft.

Sam Wilson, T'Challa, and Pepper Potts pick up the pieces.

Full of Wounds and Still Standing on my Feet

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

The five times Steve looked out for Wanda, and one time Wanda decided someone needed to look out for Steve.

Three Awakenings

The first three times that Steve Rogers woke up during his first twenty-four hours in the twenty-first century.

Making Your Own Future

Characters: Steve Rogers, Diana Prince, Steve Trevor Five times -- plus one -- that Diana Prince and Steve Rogers encountered one another.

Better Living Through Pizza

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve takes some time off from soldiering and Avengering to get his head on straight, and Clint is assigned to keep an eye on him, because apparently SHIELD believes in the blind leading the blind. Steve really needs a hobby, since modern television shows baffle him, but Clint keeps bringing him DVDs and pizza.

Five Times Clint Barton Spoke with Steve Rogers about Growing Old and the One Time He Didn't.

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

When Steve Rogers reappeared from the past as an old man, there was a lot of catching up to do. Clint Barton made sure nobody got left behind.

Hammer's Totally Heavy-Handed and Incompetent Revenge

"So, at the end of IM2, Justin Hammer swears revenge on Pepper. He waits until Tony and Rhodey are halfway across the world to launch his attack.

Unfortunately for him, thanks to SHIELD, Iron Man and War Machine aren't the only superheroes in Pepper's rolladex. Steve thinks Pepper's just swell and doesn't take too kindly to somebody trying to hurt her."

Cue badass!Steve and competent!Pepper

Fan Mail

Steve starts getting his fan mail and receives an invitation to the prom. Written for a prompt at the Avengers kink meme. It was a great prompt, and so much fun to write and get feedback for!

Prom. Steve 'Grandpa Iceberg' Rogers at a 21st-century high school prom. "This isn't happening. This whole conversation is just an elaborate practical joke. Bruce really just has orders for widgets or something."

Bruce waved the printouts at him. "Fraid not. I don't really do practical jokes. Messing with other people's moods just seems. I don't know. Karmically unwise."

Mascot

Steve runs. People see Steve run. Steve gets adopted by the neighbourhood he runs through every week day morning. He finds this confusing. Tony finds it amusing.

Locks Not Replaced

Tony angsts back at Avengers' HQ, Ross is a bully and Steve makes sure he doesn't get away with it. In other words, there is much regret, a bit on the philosophy of locks, adventure and far too many Robin Hood metaphors.

woof

For a prompt on the avengers kinkmeme: "...something different happens when Steve gets Dr Erskine's serum plus the Vita ray treatment... Steve does get taller and stronger, but when the first full moon hits, he turns into a big friendly looking dog. Yes, he's a weredog, not a werewolf."

Mission: Baby

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

The Asset finds himself in charge of the care of a small baby, but somehow he knows—he has to protect the baby from all harm, whatever the cost.

14 Tracks

Pairings: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Avengers Team 14 tracks from Steve's iPod and how they got on there.

Life Will Rattle Your Bones

Pairings: Erik Lehnsherr & Steve Rogers

Captain America and the Howling Commandos find Schmidt sooner than they thought... wait, what do you mean this is a *different* Schmidt?

In war-torn Germany, the paths of Steve Rogers and Erik Lehnsherr cross, part, and cross again.

come build me up

Pairings: Sharon Carter & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“Do you ever feel like -- like you joined up because you wanted to do good. You wanted to do the right thing but somewhere along the way, you just lost the whole fucking plot.”

“All of the time.”

Or: the one where Captain America and Agent 13 give long distance friendship a whirl.

Down in the Worn Out Place Again

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

“You don't look a day over 85, Captain,” Wanda says.

Natasha smiles, just barely, and nudges Steve with her elbow. “She makes jokes now.”

(Post AoU, stories about friendship.)

Satellites

Characters: Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Nick Fury Pairings: Natasha Romanov & Steve Rogers, Minor Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Minor Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

In the immediate aftermath of SHIELD's collapse and Steve's plunge into the Potomac, Natasha considers her place in the world. Also the fact that Steve is depressing.

Timeless Classics

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Avengers Team Five An undetermined number of times (six, apparently) Steve unexpectedly got the reference (sort of), and one time everyone discovered something new together.

you just wait and see

Pairings: Rocket Raccoon & Steve Rogers

“Thor said you’re the captain.” Rogers says, his voice distant, sad smile growing into a sadder grin. “Tough job.”

The Small Hours

Pairings: Steve Rogers & T'Challa, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

"I'm not getting him back, am I." The words were flatly delivered – not a question so much as fatigued resignation. "We will do everything we can to help him," T'Challa quietly replied, but he wouldn't lie, not about this. Not to a fellow warrior he respected on and off the field of battle. "The possibility does exist, however, that the triggers are permanent."

The Man We All Remember From the Newsreels

Still getting used to the twenty-first century, Steve comforts himself with memories of long-gone friends. But Howard Stark, the man Steve remembers, is nothing like the man he sees in the newsreels.

we're all choir boys at best

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

You are totally getting laid tonight. "Please stop talking." You hijacked my brain first, this is totally not my fault.

Epistaxis

Steve doesn't worry the first time he gets a bloody nose that won't quit. But when it happens a second, third, fourth... He, and his teammates, start to get concerned.

You Close Your Eyes and the Glory Fades

His body isn’t his own, he knows that, knew before the procedure that everything would change. That was the easiest thing to wrap his head around, actually, the physical changes. He’s used to his body betraying him, so this is just another thing to learn his way around. But the colors of everything, even the sliver of blue sky he could see, craning his head at the tiny window, look different.

Looking For Answers (From The Great Beyond)

After the Battle of New York is over, and Loki and the tesseract are returned to Asgard, Steve takes a road trip across the country, and tries to figure out what he wants to do next.

Mourning the Future

Steve's ties to the past and the future are pretty tenuous, and the serum ensures he lives in an eternal present state of ever-youthful vigour. When an old war buddy gets handed his last marching orders, Steve has to wonder if everyone will eventually leave.

Riviera Life

Sam and Steve have been traversing Europe looking for Bucky. Not everyone is convinced it isn’t an open invitation road trip.

Voluntary Bros.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

"Dude, you could be twins, they tested you before they defrosted you to see if you were a clone or something, or if he was a clone," Clint said.

"I want to talk to him, I think. I mean, a girl threw her latte at me last week for not calling her back and this dude felt me up at an art gallery yesterday," Steve said.

Two Brooklynites and One Big Apple

Pairings: Miles Morales & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

“You did good out there today,” Captain America said, brushing a layer of detritus from his unfathomably broad shoulder. “I’ll see you around.”

“Not if I see you first,” replied Miles, fingergunning with one hand as he sent a web rope fwipping off into the distance with the other, catapulting himself away at tremendous speed.

... in which two superheroes battle with bad guys, embark on community art lessons, and a friendship forms along the way.

Battle Fatigue

Steve thought he was doing okay. Things weren't going great, but they were fine, manageable even, and then suddenly they weren't.

We Become New Yorkers (or: Five Times Steve Rogers Looked For Home, and One Time Home Found Him)

New York is a million cities at the same time. This is how Steve found his.

A beautiful day in the neighborhood

In which Steve and Peter learn that the best way to get through a bad situation is together. And to avoid collapsing buildings. And that concussions are terrible, terrible things.

Leviticus 25

"You want to save Bucky Barnes? You are going to have to put your own house in order first because he is going to need a rock to cling to. You are not ready to be that rock for him. You owe it to him -- and more importantly, you owe it to yourself -- to figure things out, figure out how you can be happy in this time and place, whether or not Barnes is with you."

Strike

Sometimes the road to recovery involves bowling. Conveniently, so does the one to the Grand Canyon.

Conversation in Wakanda

“I have been told that you had the privilege to share a training session with some of our Dora Milaje,” T’Challa says. “May I ask how it went?”

“Well,” the Captain huffs. “There’s no polite way to say it: I had my ass handed to me. Repeatedly.”

He sounds and looks utterly delighted.

Contact Light

Everyone thought computers would be the thing that really blew Steve's mind about the 21st century. They were wrong. When he finds out that he missed the moon landing, it's the start of an ongoing obsession with space that maybe involves Neil deGrasse Tyson, Twitter, and Star Trek marathons.

Twenty-Two

“This is Lucky,” Clint said when a dog got between him and Natasha. Lucky’s vest was bright, like desert mornings and night explosions.

“Does he help?” Natasha asked.

Clint pressed his hands flat on the counter behind him. “He saved my life.”

Natasha looked at Steve, her expression fierce. Steve resisted the urge to yank down his sleeves. Instead, he dug his nails into the puckered skin on his forearms.

AKA An AU in which Steve is a veteran just trying to survive (or not).

Gray

Peter doesn't expect Steve to show up at his house one night when he gets home from school. He also doesn't expect to have a long conversation with him, and choose to be on his side instead.

We're Happy, Free, Confused, and Lonely at the Same Time.

"Tony isn't sure, but he *thinks* Steve Rogers is going to try and argue with him about not being a kid, while wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and plaid pyjama pants watching a Disney movie. Tony really hopes that is the case. The Captain America voice looses all affect when wrapped up in that blanket and Tony can't wait to inform him as such." - The one where Tony realises that Captain America and Steve Rogers are not the same person, and Steve is so much younger then he thought.

This Isn't A Love Song, This Isn't A Fable

Steve's not OK with people's perception of Captain America, no matter what he says or how much he pretends otherwise. It's like no one in this time period realizes that there's more to him than a spangly outfit. And yes, he's including the Avengers in that. ... or, the one where everything's all right, until it's not.

it's safe here in our new world

Post TWS. In which Natasha and Steve go shopping, have Thursday night movie nights, and learn that Natasha loves to platonically kiss Steve. Which is good, because Steve loves being platonically kissed by Natasha.

Shadowboxing

Pairings: Matt Murdock & Steve Rogers

It doesn’t matter how many times you fall – what matters most is how many times you get back up. Steve Rogers knew this lesson far too well and it was one Matt Murdock had endured all his life. With both men at their lowest, could a chance friendship bring each of them to their feet again?

Everybody Eats When They Come to My House

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“You’ll ruin your dinner,” Sam says, gesturing with Steve with his spatula.

i fear for the calendar; its days are numbered

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Before she goes off the grid, Natasha gives Steve her phone number. He’s honored that he’s the only one to be trusted with it, but quickly learns that she spends most of her free time texting him Dad jokes.

Status Quo Ante

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

A tale in which Sam suspects he should be used to this by now, for values of 'this' that involve certain folks he hangs out with and situations he finds himself in, Team Cap becomes Team Ex-Cap becomes TBD, and nobody but Clint really wants to know what happened to Scott Lang's GI Joes. (Sam Wilson from the final scene to the mid-credits scene.)

The Glass Parade

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Steve thinks that he’s seen Natasha be at least three different people in the short time he’s known her, and he isn’t sure which one is real.

In which the most confusing part of the future is how much Steve has in common with Natasha, and the fact that she seems dead-set on being his friend.

Still Life

Steve Rogers and a very modern form of art therapy. (The one where Steve draws himself out of despair and into some notoriety when his cartoons hit the internet, but he's still not allowed to look at Tumblr without an okay from Pepper.)

Selective Service

The serum's given Steve a lot, but it hasn't taken anything away from him. Not even the things he never wanted in the first place.

I'm a Hustler, Baby

Steve Rogers has a talent for pool--and for making others believe he's terrible at it.

The Healing Properties of Felt-Tip Pens

Rapid healing has worked wonders on Steve Rogers' body, but occasionally it really screws with his head. In the aftermath of torture, Bruce Banner helps Steve to reconcile mind and body.

If I Die Before I Wake

It's his job, as their leader, to endure the sadistic focus of their captor, and that is the one thought that carries Steve through.

Even Gods Do

Captain America doesn't have a good relationship with sleep anymore. Also, he's not a toy.

Under My Skin

Written for a prompt on avengerkink: I want to see something where, for whatever reason, Steve's accelerated healing turns out to be a bad thing. Something where the faster healing is making things worse. I would prefer something other than the standard, super-healing allows for more torture without death. “He's lucky – to have the serum, to have you all.” Tony wasn't sure about that first part. When one faced death and destruction every day on the job, there were many advantages to having a healing factor...and a great many disadvantages as well.

A Glossary of the 21st Century

Pairings: pre-Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Steve's sick of not understanding what's going on, and the team are not all that helpful, so he starts keeping an illustrated notebook for further research. With the help of wiki, google and Logan he starts to settle in and find his place in the twenty-first century.

Blanket Gift Policy

“You didn’t,” Bucky said, with no real hope of being contradicted. Clint shrugged helplessly and passed him the large, soft bundle wrapped in shiny purple foil.

“Sorry.” Tony covered his eyes with one hand.

“I’m getting a migraine.”

“So,” Bruce said wearily, “counting Clint, me, Bucky, Tony, and Sam, that brings it up to five.”

“Excuse you, mine’s not a blanket,” Sam said. “Mine’s a slanket. Big difference.”

Bucky resisted the urge to throw the whole heap of parcels at Sam’s head. “Because it has sleeves? It’s still a blanket, Wilson. They’re all blankets. Even Thor’s direct-from-Asgard raven gift delivery was a cloak, which just means it’s a blanket with a strap. We all got Steve a goddamn blanket.”

One Tin Soldier

Written for a prompt at avengerkink: Because really, under any other circumstances, why would they follow him when he's some guy who's younger than the rest of them (time as a Capsicle aside), who goes around wearing that spangly outfit, who's not even used to the modern world? Why Steve Rogers, rather than a Norse god or the CEO of Stark Industries or anyone else?

“Love is for children,” she'd said, but respect knew no such bounds. The five times the Avengers accepted Steve as their leader, and the one time they followed without question.

and if there's life we'll see it

Steve is instantly taken with this idea of having the picture of the person calling you flash on your screen when they ring your cell.

Secure Your Own Oxygen Mask (Before Assisting Others)

Steve keeps going, because they need him. Being Captain America - having the serum - is a responsibility and a privilege he takes seriously, and he won't waste it by sitting around resting in the middle of a crisis. But then the work is over, and the original victims of the crisis aren't the only ones needing looking after.

Way of the Eagle

Clint introduces Steve to kung-fu movies. Things escalate quickly.

Walking Wounded

In the aftermath of the battle against the Chitauri, Steve's doing just fine. Until he's not. Fortunately, Thor is a perfect mother-hen, Tony makes decent back-up, JARVIS is a genius, and Soap Operas are life-changing. (Or, Post-Shawarma Feels.)

#steve rogers #fic rec #pro steve rogers #i guess i'll tag the ships #samsteve #thundershield

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afeb · 4 years ago

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Draco Malfoy - Ravishing

I walked out the Yule Ball early, a sickening feeling growing in my stomach as couples began to slow dance. It simply reminded I’d come here solo off the back of Hermiones advice: fat lot of good that was.

I wandered the empty halls of the castle, taking my heels off and walking bare foot. I watched as Draco, also alone, turned the corner ahead of me. I decided to follow him, having nothing better to do. I turned the same corner and frowned as he seemed to have disappeared.

“Follow me, Y/L/N?” I jumped as I peered behind a large black curtain, seeing Draco sat on a stone bench by himself.

I moved to sit across from him. “Better than being at that ball.” I sighed. “Where’s Pan?”

He shrugged. “Went off with some Slytherin.” He bitterly said. “Where was your date?”

“Didn’t have one.”

He scoffed and smirked. “Really?”

I frowned and folded my arms. “What’s so funny about that?”

He raised his hands. “Not funny, I’m just surprised.” He defended.

“Oh...” I sighed. “Well, thanks I guess.”

He leant back a little as his eyes trailed over me. “So what’s your ancestry?” He asked.

I frowned. “Why does that matter?”

He shrugged. “Just wondering.” He drawled out, when I didn’t reply he asked again.

“Just...witches and wizards, like everyone else.” I vaguely replied.

“So no muggles?” I shook my head. “So you’re a pure-blood?”

I scrunched my nose. “Don’t use that word.”

“What, muggles?” He smirked.

“No.” I snapped. “The P-Word.”

“Pure-blood.” He said loudly. I simply glared at him. “You know, you and I should really stick together.”

“And why’s that?” I asked.

“There aren’t many pure-blood families around anymore, everyone these days has some muggle in them.” He bitterly said. “How come I never knew? My family knows all pure-bloods.”

I stood and went to leave, finished with this conversation but Draco followed me. “My family aren’t like yours, we aren’t proud of our heritage.” I shortly said, heading towards the Ravenclaw home room.

Draco shoved his hands in his pockets. “They should be.” He said. “So you keep it a secret then?”

“As best I can.” I said as we stood outside the Ravenclaw painting.

He gazed at the portrait. “You’re not in Slytherin?” He asked.

I scoffed. “God no.”

He looked mildly offended before a smirked graced his face. “Well, I’ll leave you alone then.” He leant a little closer. “You look ravishing tonight by the way.”

Before I could respond Draco turned and cockily strolled away.

***

“I’m home!” I called into the house as I dumped my suitcase on the floor. “Hello?”

I walked into the kitchen where my mother and father were deep in conversation. “Ah, just the girl I wanted to see.” My father smiled as he enveloped me in a hug.

I chuckled and squeezed him tight. “What were you guys talking about?” I asked as I hugged my mother.

“This.” She handed me a letter.

Dear the Y/L/N Family,

You are cordially invited to the Malfoy Mannor for lunch on the 20th of December.

Please RSVP before attending.

Yours sincerely,

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy

I frowned down at it. “Well obviously we aren’t going.” My mother and father shared a look. “You aren’t seriously thinking about going.”

My mother stood by my side. “Your father seems to think he can convert them to our way.” She sighed. “I don’t.”

My father looked at both of us. “Look, we made a decision to incorporate the muggles way into our life, we said Y/N could see muggles if she wished. If our family can do it, maybe they can too.”

“Do you know anything about the Malfoys?” I asked. “They’re vile people.”

My father looked sternly at us both. “We’re going, end of.”

Both mine and my mothers mouths dropped. “I’m not being nice.” I said.

My father smiled and kissed my forehead. “I don’t want you to be.” He smirked before leaving the room.

***

Our carriage pulled up to the Malfoy Mannor, the family patiently stood on their doorstep. I rolled my eyes and looked over at my mother, who was doing exactly the same thing.

“If for nothing else, enjoy the food.” My father winced before opening the door and helping us out.

“Mr. Y/L/N,” Lucius opened his arms. “A pleasure to meet you!”

“And you.” My father curtly said.

They shook hands before the attention turned to my mother and I. “Are these beautiful ladies with you?” I wanted to gag.

“Yes, this is my wife, Y/M/N, and this is my daughter, Y/N.” I didn’t take the hand that was offered to me.

“Pleasure.” I shorty said, my eyes flicking to Draco as he held back a smirk.

“Please, come in.”

You wouldn’t believe Christmas was in five days. The house was dark and cold, no decorations what so ever apart from a feeble Christmas tree in their large living room. It was far too big and grandiose, it was cocky.

We were all soon seated around the table, an excessive amount of food laid out on the table. The servants placed napkins on our laps.

“Thank you.” I smiled brightly at the older lady.

“We don’t thank the help.” Lucius politely said.

“I do.” I innocently smiled back.

I saw Lucius fists ball for a second before he tightly smiled. I didn’t have too much food, more so pushed it around my plate to appear as though I was eating. My father and Lucius spoke about everything from politics to Hogwarts. Nacissa attempted to speak to my mother, but much like me my mother either ignored her or didn’t make an effort in the conversation.

Thankfully Draco didn’t speak to me, simply stared into space. “Draco,” his father said. “Why don’t you show the lovely Y/N around our house whilst we discuss other matters.”

“Yes father.” Draco said before standing, beckoning me after him.

I looked towards my mother who smiled encouraging, her eyes telling me to convince Draco of our ways. My father smiled brightly as I left the room, Draco leaning against the wall in the hallway. He perked up when he saw me.

“The lovely Y/N.” He mocked, offering me his elbow to hold.

I slapped him away. “Get on with it then.” I grumbled.

We didn’t speak as we wandered the house, ending up in the library upstairs. I gazed around the books as Draco watched me closely.

“You like reading?” He asked.

“Oh yes,” I sighed. “I love books. Any type, it doesn’t matter to me.” I turned to smile at him.

He stood and approached me, I grew a little uncomfortable as he reached over from behind me, his chest brushing my back. “This is my favourite.”

He pulled a small book from the shelf. “Tales of Beedle and the Bard.” I smiled. “My mother always read this to me.”

Draco smiled down at me. “I had a Nanny growing up and she always read me stories.”

We gazed at each other for a moment. “No muggle books, I see.” I noted, stepping away and looking out the window.

Draco scoffed. “Why an earth would we have those?”

I shrugged. “Some of them are good.” I defended, opening the small book in my hand and reading over it. “There’s an author called Terry Pratchet and he comes up with the most amazing stor-“

“I don’t care.” Draco snapped. “Whatever it is, it’s terrible. Everything they do is terrible.”

“And everything you do is so great?” I snapped, slamming the book down.

“All those muggles do is start wars and mate, they’re hardly intelligent creatures.” He sneered as he stepped towards me.

I scoffed. “What about the war You-Know-Who is starting, and how do you think you were born?”

He peered down at me. “At least our mating is clean and right, they’re just like animals.”

Our faces were close together. “I’d happily mate with them.”

Suddenly Draco grabbed my jaw and pressed me against the tall window. “Don’t say that.” He snapped. “Someone as pure as you shouldn’t even consider mating with such filth.”

My small hand tried to pry him away, but he was too strong. “Why does that bother you? Hm?” I glared.

His eyes flicked down to my lips. “Because I want to fuck you.”

Before I could utter a word his lips were harshly pressed to mine, body rubbing against me. I attempted to push him away but Draco stayed put. He was good, too good. I slowly ran my hands through his hair, his evil smirk forming against my lips.

“Knew you wanted me.” He jeered, lips pressing down my neck. “You’ve always wanted me.”

I gasped as he bit my neck, sucking the sensitive flesh. “Draco.” I breathed out, rolling my hips up against his.

“Want it, little girl?” He taunted. He quickly spun me around, hand immediately palming my behind. “You can have it.”

His hands went to the hem of my skirt, pulling it up and over my ass and groaning as he saw my green underwear. “Like you knew I was going to fuck you.” He sighed before moving my underwear to the side and sinking his fingers into me. “So wet.”

I moaned deeply and pawed behind me, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. His fingers came to my mouth as I tasted myself from him. “Taste that? So sweet I could drizzle you on my breakfast.” Draco breathed.

He quickly pulled himself out, easing his tip into me before harshly grabbing my hips and thrusting into me. “You always wanted this, didn’t you?” He moaned into my ear. “Wanted my cum inside you, no one else’s.”

“Yes.” I agreed, throwing my head back against his shoulder as he kissed over my neck.

“No muggle could make you feel this good.” He promised. “No muggle could make you cum on his cock the way I do.”

“No, only you.” I agreed, my hand gripping his hair tightly as he moaned again.

“Fuck, I wanna see you filled with my cum.” He confessed. “I wanna see you carrying my child, knowing that it was my clean cum that got you pregnant.”

“Ah, fuck!” I wailed out, jumping as his hand came to cover my mouth.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Your daddy has high hopes of you fucking some muggle, how disappointed he’d be knowing his little girl is getting pregnant from me.” He sneered.

I moaned into his hand. His arm circled around and began to rub small but harsh circles into my clit, groaning as I clenched around him. “You gonna come, Sweet Thing?”

I nodded frantically. “Good, cum for me.” My moans were muffled by his hand as I clamped around him, my pussy spasming as he forced an orgasm from me.

His hand dropped from my mouth as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body flush against his. “Cum inside me.” I whined out. “Please.”

“Fucking hell, gonna paint your womb with my cum.” He promised as his hips stilled and hot ropes of cum came inside me. “Fuck.” He leant against me, kissing over my cheek and neck.

He pulled out, watching as the cum leaked from me. He sighed and pulled my skirt down, turning me around. His hand softly cupped my face as he leant in and sweetly kissed me.

“Don’t clean yourself up,” he smirked. “I want to know you’re walking around with my cum inside you.”

I bit my lip and nodded. “We should get back.”

His hand gripped mine as he led the way back to the dining room, letting go of me once he heard our fathers yelling at each other. We entered the room and my mother quickly pulled me away from Draco.

“Y/N, thank god, we’re leaving.” She spat at Narcissa.

“And another thing, language like mudblood and pure-blood are so outed it’s laughable!” My father yelled.

“At least I don’t want my off-spring mating with dirty genes.” Lucius snapped.

“The only dirty genes are yours.” My father retorted. “Thank you for dinner, the chicken was overcooked.”

My father grabbed mine and my mother’s hand, pulling us past Draco who simply smirked and winked at me.

Once in the carriage my father ranted and raved about the idiocy he’d just been in the presence of, my mother quickly making her distain for them known.

“What about the boy?” My father asked. “Was he any better?”

I shook my head. “Baffoon.” I said.

That wasn’t totally true.

#draco #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy smut #malfoy #tom felton fluff #tom felton angst #tom felton smut #tom felton #harry potter #harry potter fanfic

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jamesbuchananxsteviegrant · 3 years ago

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She Who Shan’t Be Named - Part 3 | My Love (Loki x Reader)

Category: Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Explicit language, oral sex (female receiving), suggestive language, casual sexual actions, flirting with a lot of people Ship: Loki x Reader, (lowkey) Clint x Reader Summary: Tony lets his life-long friend crash at the Avengers HQ while she has nowhere else to go. What could go wrong with so many attractive individuals living in the same home? Word Count: 1.1k Masterlist: LINK

(hmu if you want adding to the tag-list for this series)

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She’s always found peace when showering. It’s the only time when one is ever really truly alone. It’s peaceful. Relaxing. Well, unless you walk out your ensuite to see the God of Mischief laying on your bed uninvited.

A squeal escapes her lips at the unexpected presence in her room.

“What the fuck, Loki?!”

The man doesn’t say anything for a moment, merely smirks before holding up the skimpy red thong in his hand.

“You parade around in these?”

“Why? Would you prefer them in black? Or maybe green?” (Y/N) retorts, smirking at his quirked brow.

“You’ve got sass.” He observes, watching her dismiss his presence entirely as she removes the towel covering her body and drops it into her laundry basket. “And one hell of a body.”

“You should know that it’s rude to, not only trespass into a woman’s room, but also stare at her while she’s nude, Mister Laufeyson.”

Within seconds she jumps at the feeling of hands on her hips and the presence of a body behind her, crotch pressed up against her ass.

“You should know not to tease me, little girl.”

“Should I?” She pushes his buttons, interested in seeing where this will go.

Within a second, she’s suddenly being shoved down on her own bed, ass being pulled up into the air.

“Christ! Talk about no manners.” The woman complains, cutting off into a gasp as Loki’s mouth latches onto her core from behind. “Jesus Christ!”

“You talk too much.” The God grumbles against her pussy, grinning at how quickly she gets wet for him. “Especially for someone who gets this wet so easily.”

Any snarky response she was going to come out with is overridden by her moan as the man’s tongue invades her core once more.

“You taste heavenly, my love.” He murmurs, grinning at her whimpered response. “You seemed pretty cocky; where’s that facade gone now?” The man adds, again not waiting for an answer as he adds two fingers to the mix of his tongue.

The woman can barely respond. She’s normally the dominant one, yet here she is, face smothered into her own bedsheets as the God of Mischief forces his tongue and fingers inside her. She can’t say she’s complaining though.

“Bet you didn’t get this wet when you fucked Stark.” He grins, speeding up his actions as he feels the woman clench around him more and more with every movement.

“I never fucked Stark!” (Y/N) groans into the pillow.

“You’re a filthy liar as well as a filthy whore. Good to know.”

Another moan as she feels her core tightening more and more with every touch of the man behind her.

“I prefer the sound of you moaning over your sarcastic comments.” He chuckles. “Are you close, (Y/N)? Are you going to cum for me like a good little whore?”

“FUCK!” Is all the man gets in response, watching the way her hips move against his fingers in hopes to get her orgasm sooner.

“Scream my name, love. Tell me. Tell everyone in this compound who’s making you feel this good. Do it.” Loki demands, enjoying the blissed-out look on her face despite him barely even touching her. “Do it!”

“FUCK, LOKI!” She manages, hands clenching at the bedsheets. “FUCK, I’m gonna-”

“Louder.” The God demands.

“PLEASE! LOKI, PLEASE!”

“Please what?”

“LET ME CUM! PLEASE, GOD, LET ME CUM!”

“Good fucking girl. Cum for me, love. Cum all over my fingers.”

And she snaps. The euphoria being far too good. She could’ve sworn her eyes truly blacked out for a good few minutes as she rides out her high, Loki’s fingers not slowing down for a second.

Of course the God of Mischief knows how to work his fingers.

“Fuck.” Is all she can manage as her body collapses onto her bed, the man grinning and sitting up beside her, stroking the strands of wet hair out of her face.

“You alright, my love?” He grins, watching her blissed-out eyes look up at him and a dopey smile covers her lips.

She nods.

“That’s my girl.”

Her smile turns into a grin and her body shakes as she silently laughs.

“Your girl, hey?”

“I don’t doubt that you’re gonna be everyone’s girl by the time you’re done here.”

“You know me that well already, huh?” (Y/N) manages, watching her expression replicate onto Loki.

“Come on; let’s get you dressed.”

The man stands up and reaches his hand out to help the woman up, smirking as she stumbles on her feet a little.

“You’re not gonna just fuck off now?” She asks, quirking a brow as he helps her over to her dresser.

“I am a gentleman, you know, (Y/N). I’m not just gonna mess you up and leave you to clean up the mess. What do you take me for?” He teases, watching her grab a crop top and leggings from her drawers.

The woman merely shrugs but smiles.

“It’s nice. Thank you.”

The God helps the woman get dressed.

“So, how long do we have the pleasure of your company for, love?” The man asks, his voice not hinting at anything.

(Y/N) shrugs as she slides the leggings up her body, Loki retrieving her bra from the dresser.

“I dunno.”

“How come you’re staying with us, if you don’t mind me asking?” He adds, wanting to learn more about the little treasure that Stark has kept hidden for so long.

“I do mind, actually.”

They fall into silence, Loki almost surprised at her minor aggression.

“Have you known Stark long?”

“Since we were teenagers.”

He nods, almost scared to cross any lines. The truth is, he could read into her and learn all the answers, but he feels an overwhelming desire to not break the trust of this woman. He wants to protect her for some unbeknownst reason. He’s certain the others will feel the same way too.

“Well, we’re all lucky to have the luxury of meeting you.”

She smiles, awkwardly, but her sarcastic voice betrays her.

“Obviously..”

He laughs at that.

Once she’s dressed, the pair head out of her room and decide to go and grab some lunch. It’s merely unfortunate that Clint happens to be passing as they exit her room.

“Well, well, well. You don’t mess around, do you, Marian?” The archer teases, watching her grin and roll her eyes.

“You should be proud of me for lasting this long.” (Y/N) retorts, flashing a wink, Loki laughing at her answer.

“I don’t know if I’d say that, you didn’t last very long just then-” A punch to the God’s arm shuts him up, Clint bursting into laughter at the comment.

“I’m out. Enjoy lunch alone, Loki Laufeyson!” She calls, walking away from the two men who are still laughing.

“I shall, my love, don’t you worry!”

The pair watch her walk away, her middle finger up in the air at them both.

“She’s a treat.” Loki comments.

“She most certainly is.” Clint agrees.

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fanfics4all · 4 years ago

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Good Girl And The Serpent

Request: Yes / No Can you do a Alice Cooper and Hermione Losge threesome with male reader pls? @zealousfiredragon

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Hermione Lodge x Alice Cooper x Male!Reader

Word count: 883

Warnings: Smut!

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Hermione had been insatiably horny, the kind of horny that guys like me always wished our girlfriends would be. I was excited about this, although I was unsure of what was causing it. I hadn’t done anything different in the bedroom, and things had been the same for a while in our relationship. Maybe that’s why I went through her phone that night. I wanted to see if there was someone or something that was causing this extra burst of horniness. Sure enough, I saw that she had been talking to Alice and the conversation looked very sexually heated. I confronted her as soon as she came back home.

“You’ve been talking to Alice?” I asked her.

“Yes.” Hermione said and she flushed with embarrassment.

“Would you like to tell me why?” I asked.

“You told me to find us another girl. Don’t you remember?” She asked me sweetly. She was right, I had.

“Did she send you any pictures?” I asked her.

“Of course.” She said. She flipped through her pictures to show me some sexy pictures of Alice. I’d never had a threesome with two girls and I wanted to make this happen.

“Invite her over.” I told Hermione, handing her the phone. I watched as she texted Hermione and within the hour she was at the house, ready for sex. I let the girls go first. I wanted to watch them fuck, take some videos with my phone to jack off to for the remainder of my life. Then I was going to fuck both of their slutty pussies. Hermione looked at me tentatively as Alice pulled off her shirt, but by the time Hermione was in between her legs eating her out, Hermione had forgotten all about me. The girls were in their own world as I filmed them. I watch as my innocent girlfriend turned into a slutty vixen right before my eyes. It was like she was a different person than the one I knew. She was crazed with lust, and getting her pussy licked by Alice was obviously doing more for her than anything I had ever done for her. I felt a pang of jealousy, but I silenced it. I wanted to fuck both of their pussies and getting jealous wasn’t going to make that happen. Hermione was coming hard, her screams loud and shaking with her orgasm. When she was finished, Alice pushed her down to lick her pussy for her. Hermione looked up at me for a moment and gave me a naughtly look that told me she was enjoying herself. I pulled my cock from my pants and stroked it while I held the phone in my other hand, trying like hell to capture every second of Hermione eating pussy for the first time. She ate Alice’s cunt hungrily, like she had been starving her whole life for pussy. My cock was rock hard as I watched Hermione work to make Alice cum. Alice was straddling her face and grinding her pussy with an expertise that I had to respect. This Sperent girl was taking control of Hermione and I loved her for it. I needed to jump in on the action. My cock was really starting to ache and I needed a warm hole. Luckily I had six holes right in front of me. I did my best to prop my phone up so it would continue to record and I pulled off what remained of my clothes. I joined them on the bed with a smile.

“I think it’s time for me to join in.” I told them.

“Come on.” Hermione said and they invited me to fuck whichever hole I wanted. I went for Hermione’s asshole since she was a little bit on the stingy side with it. I wanted to feel my cock into Hermione’s ass and I couldn’t believe how easily it slid in. Alice wedged her way beneath us and we made room for her so she could get her mouth on Hermione’s pussy. The sounds that Hermione made while I fucked her ass and Alice ate her pussy will be seared into my memory for as long as I live. They were desperate, horny, and overwhelmed! Hermione was filled with sensations of being fucked and licked and she was screaming so loudly and with such passion that it made my cock so hard I knew that I was going to cum. I gave in to my desires and I unleashed a hot load of cum deep inside of my girlfriend’s ass. I hopped off her and smiled.

“You ladies drained my cock so fucking fast.” I marveled. Alice was still eating Hermione’s pussy, but them I noticed something really fucking hot. Hermione was pushing my cum back out of her ass and it was dripping down into her pussy. Alice was hungrily lapping up my cum from my slutty girlfriend’s ass. I could feel my cock growing hard again and this time I planned on shoving it into one of Alice’s holes. I didn’t know which hole to choose, but I trusted that at the moment I would make the right decision. It was the hottest night of my life and I was going to fuck as many of their holes as I possibly could.

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years ago

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Love Always Wins

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader

Summary: After the second Wizarding War, you and Draco start your life together...

Note: I’m so so happy everyone enjoyed my first installment Where Loyalties Lie! I’m so excited to share this with you all! Let me know what you guys think!

Also this is completely made up and will follow some cannon and noncannon!

Part 2

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Draco and I moved into an apartment just outside of Godric’s Hollow, close to where my parents lived. I took all magical and muggle precautions to keep our home protected, Draco insisting I was being irrational, but I couldn’t shake the bad feeling I still felt. Draco and I were in the training program at the Ministry to become Aurors. It had been a few years since the battle of Hogwarts, yet I still could not get rid of the nightmares. I felt terrible for waking Draco up almost every night for the first year they happened...

They started to go away a little into the second year, but this is the third year since the war and they started coming back. I had yet to tell Draco this however, it felt childish to bother him with such things.

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I was filing more paperwork today, a headache forming from the millions of letters floating across the paper. I rubbed my temples slowly, irritation taking over my mood. I was startled when I felt arms around me, turning to see Draco. I felt better almost instantly, his lips finding their way to mine.

“Hello darling, I was hoping I could steal you away for lunch.” he smiled, kissing my nose.

“I would love to, but I have too much to do.” I sighed, laying my pen down.

“Come on my love, take a break.” he whispered in my ear hotly, trailing kisses down my neck.

“Dray I can’t,” I said breathily, but still leaned back into his touch.

His hands moved to my button down shirt, unbuttoning it just enough to get his hands down. Draco shoved his hands in my bra, twisting and tweaking my nipples. I was so glad I had my own office as I moaned loudly, my head falling back to his chest. He hummed deep in his chest, biting down on my neck to leave his mark.

“Let me make you feel good baby.” he said, my head nodding immediately.

His hands were removed from my shirt as he spun my chair around. He lifted me on to my desk, his lips meeting mine in a searing kiss. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. I felt his hardness straining in his pants, my hand immediately reaching for it. He groaned in my mouth when I gripped it, palming him. I grinned into his mouth, his teeth nipping at my lips playfully.

“So hard for me already hmm,” I teased, a growl deep in his chest sounded as he grabbed my hips.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, shoving my hand away so he could remove his pants.

I made quick work to get rid of mine, shoving my shirt down my arms. Draco removed his shirt as well, his fingers going straight for my heat. I arched into him, moaning his name when he rubbed my clit. His fingers moved lower to enter them inside of me, using his thumb to rub me.

“Please Dray, I need you.” I panted, wiggling my hips the best I could on my desk.

“You want me inside of you darling?” he asked, smirking at my state.

“Yes,” I whimpered, pouting my lips at him.

He moved me so my ass was somewhat hanging off the desk so that he could tilt my hips at an angle, sliding his member through the slickness pooling. The both of us sighed when Draco pushed into me, my head fell back in ecstasy. His hips snapped up into mine, a squeak falling from my lips. One hand went to his hair while the other went around his shoulders. His hand stayed on my hip while the other went to grab a fist full of my hair.

“Ready?” he asked, his eyes dilating when my tongue darted out to wet my lips.

“Mhm, I want you Dray. You always make me feel good.” I moaned, clenching down on him.

Draco smiled down at me, kissing my lips sweetly. The mood changed as he started to pound into me, my chest heaving as I tried to reciprocate his kiss. I couldn’t keep it up however when he started to hit that special spot inside of me, my eyes closing as my head went to the crook of his neck.

“You like that darling?” he growled, hitting a particularly hard thrust. I screeched loudly, my nails digging into his shoulder.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whined, his teeth shining as he reached down to rub my clit again.

“Fuck,” I gritted out, throwing my head back.

“Cum for me, love you so much.” he heaved, his eyes closing as I could tell he was just as close as I was.

“Love you more, always.” I whimpered, my legs starting to shake.

I let go with a scream of his name, completely convulsing around him. He grunted as he shot his load inside of me, his face falling to nuzzle my breasts. I held his head to me as I came down, feeling the mix of us dripping down on my desk and to the floor.

“You better help me clean that up mister, this was your idea.” I giggled, kissing the top of his head.

“Don’t remember you complaining about it darling, in fact you were begging for it.” he quipped, biting down on the skin of my chest.

“Excuse me, you are the one who barged in here sticking your hands down my shirt.” I gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder.

I could feel the heat of Draco’s stare as we cleaned up, I peeked up at him as he was buttoning his shirt back up. I couldn’t detect the emotion he held in his eyes, it was sadness, but also regret?

“What is it?” I asked, making my way over to him.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” he mumbled.

“Dray, come on. You know you can tell me anything, I won’t judge you.” I spoke softly, throwing my arms around his middle. He stared into my eyes, they held such love for me it almost took my breath away. One hand stayed on my lower back as the other traveled to weave into my hair.

“It just still shocks me sometimes that you chose to be with me, after....after everything I’ve done. There are days when those thoughts consume me, and I wish I could go back and be there for you. Love you like I should have then like I do now.” Draco confessed, his hand in my hair gripping tighter.

“I wouldn’t change a thing...I truly believe everything happens for a reason Dray. I think that we had hardships to make us stronger, to prove that love always wins. We always found our way back to each other.” I smiled, Draco moving his hand from my hair to cup my cheek.

“I don’t deserve you, but I will spend the rest of my life loving you. That I know for sure.” he affirmed that by smashing his lips down to mine.

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Harry and Draco were slowly mending into a new found friendship. Of course he wanted what was best for me, and after learning that Draco did what he had to in order to save me, he gained a new found respect for Draco. It was a slow process, but it meant a lot to me that the both of them were at least trying to get along.

We all stayed close after graduating, even living close by. Hermione, Ginny, and I would have sleepovers and reminisce on the good days at Hogwarts, I even shared my stories with Draco. Hermione revealed to me that she knew the whole time there was something between us, of course I wasn’t surprised.

There was lots of talk of marriage and babies too, the both of them were already engaged to their men however. Draco had always said he wanted to spend forever with me, which led me to the question of where my damn ring was. I was more than ready to settle down and start a family of my own. Something I had always dreamed of.

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My irritation with the fact that Draco had yet to propose grew when Hermione and Ron were wedded a mere eight months later. I had yet to bring up the issue however, but I couldn’t deny the longing to say those words that would forever make me his. I decided as we were twirling around on the dance floor to just blurt it out to see his reaction.

“So when am I going to get a ring?” I inquired, Draco’s smile almost immediate.

“So eager to tie me down are you darling?” he teased, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I’m ready to start our life together, you know like in the muggle world. A big house, plenty of room for our babies to run around.” I babbled, listing off the things I had never thought possible while the war was happening.

“How many do you want?” he asked, grinning wide.

“Two, maybe three.” I shrugged, already starting to think of names.

“I’ll give you as many as you want my love.” he sighed, bring me tighter into his embrace.

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Mine and Harry’s birthday was coming up in a few days, Draco throwing hints of what a huge surprise he had in store. I didn’t even think that it would be what I truly wanted, assuming maybe it was a necklace or something small. I wasn’t one to ask for such extravagant gifts, I had no need for them.

We had a gathering with all our friends at Hermione and Ron’s house, Ginny had planned on making individual cakes for Harry and I. Draco and I arrived later that afternoon, sharing greetings as I made my way to help in the kitchen.

Draco had been fidgety the whole day, and I was starting to get anxious. I became even more suspicious when Hermione and Ginny kept me inside for an hour after I had arrived, giving me odd jobs while they ran around.

“What are you all up to?” I questioned, arching a brow at my friends.

“Don’t be ridiculous y/n,” Hermione huffed, checking out her window for the seventh time in five minutes.

“Darling, can you come out here for a moment?” Draco called, Hermione and Ginny freezing up.

“Sure,” I said, smiling as I made my way over to him.

My brother and Ron were giving me a weird look, Hermione and Ginny coming to join. I looked from them and back to Draco, confusion clear as I stared at him.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” I huffed, placing my hands on my hips.

I jumped when something flew down, a banner that appeared as I read the words. My heart lodged in my throat, my breathing coming to a halt.

Will you marry me?

The words repeated as I read them over and over. I couldn’t even look at Draco, shock completely taking over me. The water works came shortly after, my hands coming over my face as I sobbed. I heard Draco’s chuckle as he came closer to me, and I didn’t need to be looking at him to know how big his smile was.

He took me in his arms, rubbing up and down my back as I cried into his shoulder. My hands went around his middle, clutching on to his shirt for dear life.

It was like the past 11 years came crashing down. I remember a point in time I didn’t think I’d live to see this day, especially not with Draco. Even after our first kiss, I didn’t think we would last forever. How wrong I was...The love I had for Draco was unmeasurable. My heart belonged to him just as his belonged to me.

“You asked for a ring my love, why are you crying?” Draco smiled, trying to get me to look at him, but I kept my face hidden as I couldn’t stop the flow of tears.

“I love you, I love you so so much Draco. I love you.” I repeated as I sobbed into his neck.

“Let me put it on for you.” he spoke softly, taking my shaking hand in his as I watched him slip the ring on my left ring finger.

I let out a watery laugh, staring at the most gorgeous piece of jewelry I had ever seen. Draco pulled my face back to look at him, taking his thumbs to wipe my tears. His smile was so bright I couldn’t help but reciprocate the expression as he brought my hand up to kiss my hand that wore his ring.

“I take that as a yes then?” he smirked, moving some hair from my face.

I nodded my head, laughing as I hugged him again. Draco lifted me from the ground, twirling us as he did all those years ago when he came back to me after the battle of Hogwarts. He kept me in his arms when he stopped, staring at my lips for a moment before snapping them to my eyes. I took that as an incentive to lean down to tenderly kiss his lips, my hands weaving into his blonde locks. The rest of our family cheering behind us, but all I could focus on was Draco’s lips, and that I would soon be Mrs. Draco Malfoy...

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years ago

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41. Quidditch field Victories

Prompt used- Sitting close and Knees touching| Harry and Draco are forcefully made to sit together for the rest of the term | unestablished relationship | not very proud of this one.

" just stop being a fucking dork and one of these days actually ask him out, will you?" Ron harshly Whispered

" it's not like it's easy- you of all people should understand" Harry whispered back

" I know I hate that git but I'd rather have you do crappy thing's with him than sit there and listen to you talk about how his hair looks different " Ron Whispered

" well- I can't just-"

" Mr. Potter, enough. I'd very much appreciate if you'd not be a disturbance to my classes and actually do some studying. Sit down with Mr. Malfoy right this Instant" Professor McGonagall interrupted his one on one conversation with Ron.

" but Pro-"

" I said right now Mr. Potter " and who wasn't scared of the almost death glare from Professor McGonagall.

Collecting his scattered things on the table, he went and sat down next to Draco, his still so called rival, Only his now his insults sounded more like " nice hair pottah" or " you actually cleaned your shoes, pottah " and even after that Harry never understand why couldn't he just call him potter without the special emphasis.

For the rest of the class, Draco didn't make any insults and simply focused on the lesson, making Harry do exactly the same. And again after the class Ron wanted to bang his head against the wall listening to harry.

" Mr. Potter, I'd like to have a word with you " professor McGonagall immediately called him out.

Frowning Harry followed her inside the room and sat down in the front chair.

" can I ask you what was so entertaining or so important that you had to discuss it in my class ?"

" it- it was something related to the class " Harry lied, he should've known he sucked at it.

" alright, If you were actually paying attention to the class, let me ask is glamouring charm a part of transfiguration?"

Harry wanted to reply but he highly respected professor McGonagall and couldn't let her down by giving an absurd answer so he went for the truth " I don't know professor "

" that's what I thought. However, I wanted to discuss your grades. You are seriously lacking behind in my class and I don't want to point out but being with Weasley is sure doing that. So either you work on it or get yourself someone to help you with it "

" understood"

" then you may leave"

But like empty promises, Harry by default was still flunking his class, he liked to call transfiguration of 8th year a tad bit more difficult.

" I will not have this attitude Mr. Potter. You are to be seated with Mr. Malfoy for the rest of the term -"

" but-"

" I said what I said Mr. Potter " and there was her glare, so again he picked all his things and sat down next to Draco.

" I might actually have to think, you like sitting with me " Draco smirked

" like my world revolves around you malfoy " Harry rolled his eyes and started taking down notes from the board like Draco himself.

As much as Harry wouldn't like to admit it, he did pay attention to the class and was infact pretty pleased that by sitting with Draco, he Actually could work. The only problem was he still hated his guts.

" hey potter "

Harry turned around to see Draco leaning over one of his friend, laughing about something.

" what ?" Harry rolled his eyes

" better not to be flunking more classes or I'd actually have to consider that you like sitting with me "

" as if malfoy " harry spat and walked away.

" can't believe you saved his life. Told you, was never worth saving " Ron rolled his eyes as he walked along with harry to the next lesson.

The coming weekend, him, Ron and Hermione were finally able to hit Hogsmeade again, for the first time this season.

" why can't you just get one of your girl friends to come do some shopping with you " Ron whined as they walked with Hermione to do her girl shopping

" because Ron, one of these days, this might actually be useful for you when you get a girlfriend " Hermione rolled her eyes as she picked her last item and walked to the counter to get it billed

" I hardly doubt " Ron raised his eyebrows as he helped her with her stuff " Harry- do you think- oh god not again "

" what ?" Hermione asked

" he's staring again "

" Harry, if you really like him so much, just ask him out " Hermione suggested

" I don't- well not technically like him. And I don't even know if he's interested- hi Zacharias "

" hi harry. Good day " and with a smile Zacharias completely walked by him.

" let's just get out of here " Harry sighed and almost pulled both of them out of the shop.

The rest of the day, Harry let them be and walked behind them, practically third Wheeling but enjoying himself by observing people until his eyes fell upon someone flying on a broomstick in the quidditch Field, well not flying but being still, staring far ahead.

When they finally walked back to Hogwarts, Harry had finally discovered who was in the quidditch Field but decided not to ruin the only thing left off him.

For the next few weeks, Harry had to sit with Draco, someday's willingly and someday unwillingly. The willingly days were when sometimes Draco helped him out with something and the unwillingly days when Draco's friends would sit ahead of them and he would crack up some insult every once in a while.. all in all, Draco wasn't such a bad company after all when he wasn't insulting or trying to.

As the winter came along and things got more colder and Hogsmeade went of bounds yet to Draco, quidditch Field wasn't out of bounds and even in the days of the worst cold, he remained in the air watching far ahead. Simply amused, one of the cold Sundays Harry took his broom and joined along with Draco.

" hey, what you doing here ?" Harry asked as he zoomed a bit more towards Draco without startling him.

" staring. You know I was only joking that you actually like sitting with me but now I think you've taken this a bit more seriously " Draco smirked

" please all you want. I just wanted to- well I couldn't go to Hogsmeade"

" yeah, I heard it's shut down "

Harry nodded, staring at Draco only for a minute when he turned his head and resumed staring at the far distance.

" I see you come here often " Harry said all of a sudden, following Draco's line of sight.

" well I'm not invisible, am I ?"

" do you always have to sarcastic ?"

" do you always have to be a pain in the ass ?"

" I regret coming here " Harry rolled his eyes

" I'm only joking " Draco chuckled. If Harry hadn't stalked Draco for longer than he was supposed to , he wouldn't had noticed how Draco sounded when he chuckled but he did stalk him and this was foreign and it felt nice.

" like you go to Hogsmeade for a break, I come here. It's nice when you can actually see the water's without the snow but it's still as Beautiful " Draco said

" I remember the most Beautiful forest I'd seen on the run, the forest of Deen but I'm just afraid if going back there. It's nice but it's kind of tainted with the -"

" escape from the war. A hiding "

" yeah " Harry frowned how quickly Draco Found the exact words Harry was going to say.

" I understand. During the war, the dark forest was like that to me but now I can't go back. Back then I had a purpose, now I don't" Draco shrugged.

Harry was slightly amazed to look at a new side of Draco, a side which wasn't equipped with insults and torments " if only you were this nice in school "

" well- if you must know, I don't want to ruin my time here, no matter the circumstances. Even if those includes you "

" ha, there's the quip "

Draco grinned shaking his head. Harry bit his lip, wondering how had he never noticed Draco this way before, when he wasn't trying so hard to be someone he wasn't.

" I don't know why, but right now you're easy to talk to "

" Don't make me regret this potter. I'm not always that bad "

" oh yeah, wanna do a flashback check " Harry chuckled.

" no, I'm good " Draco shook his head smiling.

And for the rest of the time, Harry ever once in a while glanced at Draco and smiled to himself and enjoyed the view of the frozen lake and the forest covered in snow. When he slept that night, but only in his drowsiness he admitted that he'd like to have that day, everyday.

In the next couple days to follow, Harry and Draco remained from throwing unnecessary insults at each other and actually offered a smile every time they sat down next to each other. And even if they both hated to admit it, they liked it.

It was Only until, Harry realised he was, maybe, enjoying it a little more than usual. The evenings on the broom, awkwardly meeting each other at the library, sitting together in class, it was making them have much more interaction than their whole lives. That very day, when he sat down next to Draco, he was very much aware of the fact that he was sitting too close to Draco, with his knees almost touching those of Draco's, and his hands resting a little more towards Draco than they were supposed to and so with a blush, he created more distance and didn't talk to him after class as usual, because instead he ran into Zacharias.

" hey, how have you been Harry ?" He asked

" hey- I didn't see you there. I've been good. Really. more maybe, how have you been ?" Harry replied

" I've been good too. By the way,I was wondering if this Sunday you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me, it's going to open for while ?" Harry only caught a clever grin of Ron from behind Zacharias before he was snapped back into conversation with Zacharias.

" sounds perfect " Harry smiled and with that Zacharias walked away leaving Harry a bit more giddy than usual. Until Draco walked by past him, almost disappointed.

Spending the Sunday with Zacharias was just how Harry should've expected it to be but all he could think was of Draco, not In the quidditch Field that day, despite having caught him at breakfast. He enjoyed being with Zacharias, Only until he realised that all he did was wanting to talk about where Harry was during the war or who all did he meet or how he figured the hocruxes. Being the nice one, Harry couldn't deny answering the questions but it leave him with short Answers. When they finally walked back to the castles, Harry was desperate to walk into the dormitories and catch a sight of Draco through the window if he could, which he didn't of course.

It was within a few days Harry figured the reason why Draco didn't go out on Sunday and immediately ratted out Zacharias.

" that was bullying "

" what are you even defending him for, he bullied you for like half your school life" Zacharias snapped

" it doesn't matter what happens between us..but I never beat him. You beat Him out of no purpose, no Reason, just out of the blue and left him limp. And not to forget, right before you took me to Hogsmeade " Harry snapped

" he is a goddamn death eater-"

" don't do you dare say he deserves it, you moron. When you don't know shit about someone, don't go assuming " Harry snapped back again. It was no doubt they had gathered some attention and harry quite liked the attention Because it Only degraded Zacharias right now

" whatever Harry, what happened, happened-"

" and it better not happen again.. you're not his rival, I am and that's the bottom line. You don't get to fight him or insult him. That's my job, so stay away" and harry stormed away after yelling.

And he knew exactly where to go on a fine Sunday evening.

" you didn't had to do that " he said

" of course, I did. He fucked up my rival " Harry rolled his eyes as he stilled in the air next to Draco.

" that was pretty possessive of you " Draco chuckled

" I don't care about that. I can't go around knowing you have Someone else who hates you, it's just me and you know it's the same for me. You cannot bear someone hating on me other than you"

" hate to admit it but it is kind of true " Draco gave Harry a smile before he zoomed down to one of the benches, Harry following him.

" he didn't hit you hard though, did he ?" Harry asked once they had hit the bleachers and kept their brooms aside.

" it was fine. I'm little used to people throwing hate on me now " Draco shrugged as he casted a heating spell on both of them

" but that's wrong"

" but that's the thing, they don't see it. I was once wrong and that's what I'll always be" Draco sighed rubbing his hands together.

" not to me. I know who I saved and who bullied me and they're two different people. You didn't save my life that day in the malfoy manor just for fun, or something. You did because- well I don't know why- but you did and that's the true you, not the stupid kid who believed too much in rivalry "

Draco remained stunned by Harry's words. It was usual for him for someone to hate on him now, but someone actually being nice, he didn't think he deserved it anymore.

" you deserve to be treated fairly malfoy, no matter what. You may have been on the bad side, but you're not actually bad "

" i- uh- I really don't know what to say "

" you don't have to " harry smiled softly, Scooting a little closer to Draco.

" I understand what it's like to pretend each day. To wake up every morning and pretend everything is normal when it's not. Father is probably never getting out of azkaban, mom is still on House arrest and I still have to go every Saturday and prove myself innocent. That's why i fly every Sunday. To break free. I'm just so -"

" tired of pretending ? I know what it's like. It's weird how I know you understand me the most but the truth is truth. You do. Everyone just wants to know about the war, nobody wants to know me and it sometimes hurts but can I help it? No, so I pretend to enjoy telling the stories I hate"

Draco sympathetically looked at harry. It was true, how in the whole wide world, they possibly were the only two people who could understand each other and that was pretty revolutionary on its own.

" I thought you liked Zacharias ?" Draco asked after minutes of silence.

" I think my preferences have changed to people who actually want to know me than people who would beat someone up for no reason " he gave Draco the simplest smile of them all, yet he told Draco exactly what he needed to tell and Draco didn't mind it, even a little bit..

After all, he wanted the same too.

And who knew, professor McGonagall was watching from her own window and was pretty proud of her own little Victory.

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theoreticslut · 4 years ago

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The Truth that you Deny // Part 5

pairing: fred weasley x reader x george weasley

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none

A/N: i’m honestly so sad that this is the last part to this series guys :( I had so much fun writing it and have had such amazing feedback on it, i’m not sure i want to give it up. I have thought about doing a small drabble or two of the story further into the relationship, but i don’t want to drag it out too long. If you guys like it enough and would like a sort of epilogue, let me know and I’ll definitely think about doing one. thank you to everyone that’s been reading this as I post it and giving feedback and/or reblogging. I am eternally grateful for you guys <3 out of the previous 4 parts this story has a total of about 400 notes which is actually crazy. so just, thank you! i love you guys Xx

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You woke up christmas morning excited to spend the day with the people you considered family. You felt that you had gotten them all some great gifts and couldn’t wait to give them to each of them.

Even thought it was only 7:30 in the morning you couldn’t help but be awake. You knew most everyone else was still sleeping save for Mr and Mrs Weasley.

You decided that you’d like to have a shower before everything got started today so you quietly got yourself out of bed and found yourself some clothes to wear.

Stepping into the hall was oddly uncomfortable since there was no distant chatter from downstairs or someone’s room, but nonetheless you made your way to the bathroom which was just down the hall from Fred and George’s room.

Neither of them would be up for at least another half hour which was plenty enough time to shower.

You started the water and waited for it to warm up as you stripped down naked.

Stepping into the shower you shivered at the sheer temperature difference, but you happily welcomed the warm water on your skin.

You washed your face and shampooed your hair, finishing it before adding some conditioner. You started shaving and as you did so you started humming, getting lost into one of your favourite songs.

Eventually you finished shaving and washing your body, able to rinse the suds from your skin. You sighed as you shut the water off and stepped out into the bath mat.

After drying off and getting dressed in a pair of jeans and an older sweater, you picked up your mess and put everything back the way it was, throwing your towel into the basket Mrs Weasley had left in there for them.

Opening the door you were surprised to find George sitting on the floor against the wall.

“George?”

“Hmm? Oh, are you done?” He asked, lazily looking up at you from the floor.

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “Uh, what were you doing out here?”

“I had to use the bathroom but you were in there so I figured I’d wait right here. But I’m still a bit tired and you sing really nice.” He smiled, taking your extended hand to get up.

“Oh, uh, thank you. I’m sorry I kept you waiting, but it’s all yours now.” You smile as he nods, smiling back at you.

As you walk away he can’t help but notice how great you smell, which is only more intense in the small bathroom.

~.~

As you appear downstairs, you’re greeted by Mrs Weasley as she makes a pot of coffee.

“Good morning.” You smile.

“Good morning, dear. Would you like a cup?” She asks as you stand next to the table.

“Yes, please.”

“Is anyone else up yet?” She asks.

“I ran into George on the way out of the bathroom, but I haven’t heard or seen anyone else. George doesn’t even look like he’s ready to be up yet.” You chuckle, taking the mug she hands out to you.

“Typical.” She smiles, sitting down at the table and motioning for you to do the same.

“Have you talked to Fred and George yet about everything?” She asks, taking a sip from her mug.

“Not yet. I didn’t want to make anything awkward right before the holidays, but I’ll tell them soon”

She nods and takes another drink from her mug.

~.~

After sharing a cup of coffee and a good half hour conversation about school and what you’re thinking about for next year, Mrs Weasley asked if you would wake everyone up.

First you went and woke Ginny as she was closest. She didn’t quite want to be up yet so you left her and made your way to the twins room.

You knocked on the door, not hearing anything from inside.

“Fred? George? Time to get up.” You knocked again, but still didn’t hear anything.

Carefully, you opened the door and peered around to see the two of them still fast asleep. You sigh, but smile nonetheless.

You make you’re way into their room to shake them awake. You start with Fred to which he just groans, turning around.

“Come on you two. It’s time to get up.” You huff, trying to pull the blanket off George as he fights you.

“You two are impossible.” You sigh, shrieking when Fred grabs you from behind and pulls you down onto the bed with him.

Both of them laugh as you huff, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp.

“Your hair is cold.” He points out as his face rests on it.

“I showered this morning and it’s still damp.”

“I can’t imagine my hair taking that long to dry.” He says and you roll your eyes.

“Can you let me go, please? You know that your mum would kill us if she found us like this, right?”

He hummed, not really giving you an answer but acknowledging your statement.

“I really don’t feel like dying on Christmas.”

You can hear the both of them chuckle, but you still don’t get a response.

“Are you guys falling back asleep?! For Merlin’s sake” you groan slapping Fred’s arms and when that didn’t work you steal one of his pillows from under his head and hit him with it.

“Just ten more minutes, that’s all we’re asking.” George mumbles, already half asleep again.

“No! Get your ass up.” You huff, throwing Fred’s pillow at him.

After another few minutes of struggling you finally get them both out of bed and you sigh in exasperation.

With them finally awake you work on waking Ron and Harry, and then waking up Ginny for real.

~.~

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Hermione greets as she makes her way in the house that afternoon.

“Merry Christmas, ‘mione.” You smile, taking her bag for her so she could take her jacket off.

“Have you guys done gifts yet?” She asks, hanging her coat on one of the hooks by the door.

“Not yet. We’ve been waiting for you. We can all sit in the living room and get started if you’re ready.” Mrs Weasley said, carrying a tray filled with mugs of cocoa for everyone.

Hermione nodded and followed you into the living room, taking a seat next to Harry, Ron, and Ginny. You take your place between Fred and George, both of whom smile as they pass you a mug from the tray.

About an hour of opening gifts, you were nearing the last couple gifts. So far you had received the traditional Weasley sweater with your initial on the front, a pair of sparkly yet simple teardrop earrings from Ginny, a book about one of your favourite classes from hermione, a notebook from Fred, followed by some nice quills from George, a mixtape both of them had put together for you of some of all your guys favourite songs. You had also gotten a new maroon scarf from Ron and some candies from Harry.

You had given Fred and George their gifts from you; a notebook for each of them to keep track of all their crazy inventions, a few joke toys you were certain they’d never seen which made each of them laugh, and a promise to buy them each a butterbeer on your next trip to hogsmeade.

Everyone else seemed to enjoy their gifts from you as well which was nice to know. You loved getting people gifts and it was always so much nicer when they liked them.

“Okay, I think this is the last of them and it’s for y/n from Fred and George.” Mr Weasley read.

You looked at them, gingerly taking the small gift as it was handed to you. You looked between the two twins wondering what else they could have gotten you as you had already gotten enough from them.

“Stop looking at us and open it.” Fred chuckles.

“Why did you get me something else? You both already gave me enough.”

“Just open it, please.” He smiles, rubbing his neck.

“I’m a little scared, nothing is going to pop out at me is it?”

“Nothing will pop out at you. We promise.” George says, looking over to his brother as you finally get the wrapping paper off the small box.

You open it up and gasp. Inside lay a beautiful silver locket with intricate detailing on the face of it.

“It’s beautiful” you whisper, looking between them.

“Open it up.” George urges.

You do as he says and your mouth falls open, your hand coming up to cover it.

“Fred, George...” you whisper, tears forming in your eyes.

On the inside, there was a picture of the three of you from earlier this year on the side that would lay against your chest. In the opposite side there was an engraving of a heart and the words ‘we love you, f & g’

“Do you like it?” Fred asks, trying to catch your eye as you’re still looking down at it.

You nod, trying to keep from crying.

“I love it.” You say, clearing your throat as it had gotten groggy holding back tears.

“Good,” Fred smiles. “We really like you, like a lot, y/n.”

“We have for awhile.” George adds.

“We weren’t sure how to tell you, but then we saw this locket and knew.” He smiles as you watch him.

“Yeah, we knew you would like wearing it, even more so when we got the engraving and picture put in.” Fred says.

“Like we said, we really like you, y/n.” George starts.

“It’s actually more than just liking you. We’ve both loved you pretty much since we all became friends.” Fred adds, the two of them seeming to ramble at this point.

“We know you were worried about hurting one of us, but you don’t have to. We don’t care what anyone else might say, we love you and we’re going to be with you for merlin’s sake.” George smiles, watching your face for a reaction.

You chuckle as tears are starting to spill over your cheeks. You pull both of them into a hug, sighing as you feel their arms wrap around you.

“It’s about time!” Ginny cheers, causing all of you to chuckle. Well except for Mrs Weasley who shushes her.

“It seriously is though. I’m glad you all finally admitted it.” Hermione says, smiling.

“Yeah, congrats guys.” Harry says.

“I love you, guys.” You whisper, smiling as they both kiss your cheek.

“This does mean you’ll be our girlfriend, right? And maybe even someday, our wife?” George asks.

You pull away and chuckle as you try to wipe your eyes.

“Yes. Merlin are you two dumb.”

Fred and George both smile at you, admiring how gorgeous you look sitting there as theirs, even when you have tear stains across your cheeks. It took a while to get here, but now that they were, they wanted to keep it for as long as they possibly could.

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dracoyoflam · 3 years ago

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WML Chapter 2: The Other Woman

She took a deep breath as she opened the door and walked inside the room. As soon as she walked in, the couple noticed her, and Ron hurriedly jumped up off the woman. The woman sat up and covered herself up. She had long blonde curly hair and Hermione recognized her and her annoying voice right away. It was Lavender Brown.

“Oh my…” Lavender said as she looked between Ron and Hermione.

Ron quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and stood up.

“Hermione…” He paused as if searching for the right words to say.

Hermione was shocked and for a moment, all she could do is stare at the two people in her bedroom. Then she looked down at her bed… her bed.

There was a naked woman in her bed with her husband. She suddenly felt incredibly angry and seriously considered strangling the two of them, but she didn’t really want to go to Azkaban for becoming a murder.

“Get out of my bed and out of my house!” She screamed at the Lavender.

Then she looked at Ron. “How could you Ron, this is our bed.”

She shook her head at him as tears started freefalling down her face.

Lavender started to get up slowly and glanced at Ron with pleading eyes, obviously wanting some help from him in this uncomfortable situation.

This only made Hermione even more angry.

“Get the hell out of my house now! Get out!!” She screamed loudly and pointed out the bedroom door.

The woman decided it was probably best to listen and rushed out of the bed and out of the room. She was fully naked as she rushed away from Hermione and her anger.

Ron shoved past Hermione and followed Lavender to the door with one of his shirts. He rushed over to her and pulled in on over her head before they both stepped out the front door.

Hermione watched them through the window as they kissed and she apparated away. Ron shook his head and took a deep breath before stepping back into the house.

He walked up to her and tried to take her hands into his, but she pulled them away, feeling disgusted by his touch.

“Don’t touch me.” She sneered at him.

“Hermione I am so sorry. I never meant for you to…”

“To what? Catch you and some slag fucking in our bed?” She cut him off.

“That’s not what I meant. Look, Hermione…”

She cut him off again.

“I don’t want to hear it, Ronald.”

She stormed through the house and to their bedroom. She paused to look at the bed for a moment before rummaging through drawers and grabbing clean clothes.

She then grabbed a few amenities off her dresser and stormed back into the living room to gather her things off the table.

“Hermione, where are you going?” He asked as she stepped up to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder.

“Well, I’m obviously not staying here with you, am I?” She asked sarcastically.

She took a deep breath and continued.

“I’m going to sleep at the office, and I will talk to you tomorrow once I’ve had time to think about all this.”

As she was about to throw down the powder, she was interrupted by him speaking angrily at her.

“Oh, back to the office then. Why am I not surprised?” He asked sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

She felt a new wave of anger hit her and she wanted so badly to punch him in the face. How dare he judge her or question her after what she just walked in on.

“Excuse me? Just what is that supposed to mean?” She asked with a questioning glare in his direction.

He shook his head.

“Nothing. Just go.” He said dismissively.

She gritted her teeth. ‘What an ass.’ She thought to herself.

“Ministry of Magic.” She said and threw the powder down.

Green flames engulfed her and within seconds she was back at work and stepping out of one of the many floo fireplaces. She took a step out and looked around. The place was completely empty at this point except for a few random janitors throughout the building.

She figured that it was empty enough that hopefully, no one would notice if she slept there just this one night.

She finally made it to her office, and she threw all her belongings down on one of the empty chairs. Then, she plopped herself down in her seat.

She threw her hands to her face and started sobbing. She couldn’t believe that Ron would do such a horrible thing. She knew their marriage wasn’t perfect and they definitely had their issues but to cheat on her…

She couldn’t even finish her line of thought. She was too upset and pissed off to deal with any of the things running through her head.

She cleared off her desk and transfigured it into a cot. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but it was better than nothing.

One positive thing that she thought of was the fact that she would be really early for work the next morning and might even be able to get caught up on some of the backlog of records that needed updating.

She smiled to herself through the tears.

‘That’s it, Hermione. Think of the positives.’ She almost laughed at herself for being so ridiculous.

She was beyond exhausted and fell asleep rather quickly as she cried herself to sleep. She tossed and turned all night as horrible dreams filled her subconscious.

The next morning….

Draco walked into his office and sat down in his chair. He actually managed to get in about six hours of sleep which was probably a record for the month considering all the extra time at work lately. He felt good and rested for the first time in a while.

He sighed as he started sorting through the files on his desk. He sorted them into categories but quickly realized he was missing a stack that was supposed to have been sent in last night after he left.

Then he thought that maybe they accidentally put the files in Hermione’s office. They work so closely that they could have gotten confused as to which office needed the files.

He shrugged and stood up. He knew there wouldn’t be anyone to bring him the files. He was really early and most of the people in their department wouldn’t be there for a couple of hours still.

He slowly made his way down to Hermione’s office and walked in. He was shocked to see her sleeping in there and he wasn’t sure what to do. He really needed those files but he didn’t want to wake her.

He glanced around the office and saw her things piled in a chair. He looked at her lying on the cot and couldn’t help but feel bad for her.

She had tear stains on her cheeks and had obviously cried herself to sleep.

‘They must have had a fight.’ He thought.

He shook his head.

‘Ron, you are an idiot.’ He thought as he turned around and walked back out of her office.

He could get the files later. He didn’t want to risk waking her. It would set him behind a bit for the day but nothing he couldn’t recover from.

Later…

The day had moved along rather quickly and by that afternoon Draco had managed to get caught up on pretty much all the extra work that needed to be finished that day. He felt accomplished overall which put him in a good mood.

He pulled out his purple memo pad and wrote a quick note to Hermione to please bring up the files that must have accidentally made their way to her office and he sent it flying out of the room.

Much to his surprise, she didn’t come straight down. Most of their coworkers would rush in as soon as he requested them. He figured that they were probably still a bit scared of him and he honestly didn’t mind all that much. It was a little annoying when they acted nervous around him but at least it kept them punctual.

Usually, Hermione responded pretty quickly but this time she had him wait an hour before she finally arrived at his office door.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come right away but I wanted to finish the stack of papers that I was working on so that I could bring it all at once.” She said breathlessly as she rushed into the room.

She set the large stack on the end of his desk and took a step back.

“It’s fine, Granger. No rush. Take a seat.” He motioned to the chair in front of his desk.

She took a deep breath and nodded to herself as she sat down in the chair and looked up to see him watching her. She gave a questioning look and cleared her throat. Something about his eyes and the way he looked at her sometimes made her feel nervous and self-conscious.

“What can I help you with?” She asked softly.

“Oh, I did find the files you mentioned. They were mixed into the stack that got brought into my office last night.” She waved a hand at the files that she had placed on his desk.

“They are on top of the records that were due to be brought up today.” She finished.

He nodded his head and smiled.

“Thank you for that. I wanted to see how the workload was for the day? Any chance you will be done at a reasonable hour tonight?” He asked.

She nodded her head.

“Actually yes. I got in early today and I was able to work ahead a bit so I should be able to get out of here early tonight.”

He smiled bigger.

“That’s great. It should be an early night for both of us then. I wanted to ask you if you and the guys would want to go out tonight. It’s been too long since our last night out and I could definitely use one after all this…”

He motioned around the room to all the stacks of files and records piled up in different sections in his office.

She hesitated a moment then responded with a forced grin.

“Sure. I will talk to them and arrange it. A night out could be nice.”

Back in her office…

“Why did I say yes? What am I going to do?” She talked out loud to herself.

She pulled out her purple memo pad and jotted out two separate notes. One to Harry to invite him and Ginny out for the night and the other to Ron to tell him that he had to go and that they would talk beforehand. She needed a night out damn it and she was going to make it work, one way or another.

#dramione #fanfiction #wml #wheresmylove #wml2 #romance #affair #draco malfoy #hermione granger

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cutiepatoodie · 4 years ago

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Floo Powder and Charades P.1

Y/N floo’s to the Burrow after a massive fight with their mother, they find themselves in the middle of the weekly Weasley family game night

Pairing: Fred Weasley x GN Reader

Warnings: abusive mother, angst, also tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2k

Cross posted on ao3

You slam your door and crumple into a ball, silent sobs wracking your small body as you fight to keep them back. The urge to scream rises in your throat and you fight it back, tamping down on your fear to better hide from her. But it doesn’t seem to matter, you can hear footsteps pounding up the stairs, heavily beating in time with your rabbit-like pulse, closing in on your bedroom. And you can feel it automatically kick in, mind working to calculate how long you have before she reaches you, whether you can escape, where you can escape but-

“Y/N L/N get your ungrateful ass down here you little shit.” And you can hear her heavy breaths, dragged in through bared teeth, lips curled in a snarl. “Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.”

And you almost want to laugh because this seems like anything but talking.

“After everything, I've done for you and you have the gall to disrespect me? Get out here filthy bitch!” The door rattles as her heavy-handed fist fights to twist the doorknob, violently slamming it back and forth as the locking mechanism holds true. “Open the goddamn door or else I'm knocking it down myself!”

Stumbling away from your door you know that there is no escape. Your mom is going to force her way in no matter what you do to stop her. Fresh waves of tears were making rivers down your cheeks but the idea of wiping them seemed too exhausting, mind already resigned to your inevitable fate. Blearily looking around you remembered the small box you kept on the mantle on the other side of your room that Ron had given you for your birthday. Instinct takes over and struggling to overcome your leaden feet you rise, stumbling to the boarded-up fireplace. Your hands grip the wood and try to pry the boards away, mind desperately catching onto the sliver of hope. This was your only chance to get out of this house. Having to go to Azkaban for improper use of magic at this point seemed better than staying locked up in her house.

The banging on your door was getting louder and more repetitive and as your nails scrabble to find purchase on the aging wood, digging in with the strength of survival fueled desperation. Finally, after what felt like forever you hear a crack and one of the boards break giving you more leverage to take down the rest and you clear just enough for you to climb through.

“What’s all that noise in there? Y/N open the fucking door.” And finally, the lock gives way with a groan as your mother bursts inside, hair tangled and chest heaving, flexing with rage and fury. This is it, she’s finally going to kill me this time. The small box heavy in your hands is the only thing grounding you. The thought of your mother crossing into the only place in the house you felt remotely safe from her taunts and screaming makes your chest tighten, breath leaving your lungs in a panicked whoosh. You can barely feel your fingers as they fumble with the box’s delicate clasp revealing the small amount of glittering powder inside. Throwing the powder into the hearth you choke out a small “the burrow” before being zapped into the floo network.

And even before the flames have properly cleared you can smell farmland, the rich, earthy scent of hay, grass, and freshly turned soil laden underneath the softer scent of warm vanilla, cinnamon and something uniquely home. There were so many voices. Blending together, some words appearing clearer than others.

“Not knowing how to dance!”

“Good one Georgie but I’d say He’s outrunning a Moose!”

“Maybe he’s trying to swat a fly?”

“What if Dad’s trying to play quidditch?”

“It’s probably some muggle thing anyway. Do you know what he’s on about Harry?”

“Uhhh, it could be… Y/N?” Harry yells, astonished, while looking straight at the fireplace where his friend had just appeared.

“What do you mean Harry? Y/N is staying with their mother over the break.” Hermione is quick to reply as silence falls over the living room. Everyone turns towards the fireplace to see you caught like a deer in headlights, disheveled and unexpected in the Weasley’s living room.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know where else to go. I can floo back home. You know what nevermind, I can just leave. Where do you keep the Floo Powder?” You were rambling now going off apologizing for coming in unannounced. You know your voice is cracking and fighting against the fresh sting of tears that prickle at your eyes.

“Oh, don’t worry darling you can be on the twin’s team. Arthur was just about to tell us if we had won or not.” Molly’s voice is so soft and comforting. She gestures to the open spot between her and Fred in front of the couch. Without much thought, your legs bring you there sitting down, back pressed to Hermione’s legs as she reaches down to put a kind hand on your shoulder. Molly pats your knee with reassurance and the game continues.

“All of you were wrong, I was swimming!” Arthur announces, pleased to have won the round.

“If that’s how you swim it’s no wonder we never go to the beach.” Fred chortles, clutching his stomach and leaning into George for support. The familiar tug of a smile pulls at your lips and soon enough you are laughing the tension out of your muscles. As the beams from the setting sun started to cast a peachy pink glow around the room Molly stands up and excuses herself and Arthur to start putting dinner together. A familiar tension grew thick in the room. No one wants to be the one to bring it up but everyone is thinking it so Ron finally speaks up.

“Who’s up for a quick scrimmage in the backyard before dinner? We’ve probably got another two hours before the sun sets.” The seven of you make your way to the shed in the back yard to grab the brooms. Upon reaching the doors Harry pulls you aside.

“Hey, I know I’m not the best with feelings but… if you need anything, from any of us, we’re here.” Harry awkwardly pats you on the back, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Thanks, Harry, but really I’m okay. I’m just stressed about that potions project Snape assigned for us to have done when we come back in April and I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t the only one going crazy over it.” You let out a breathy laugh and Harry can see that the smile plastered on your face in no way reaches your eyes. He looks at you, seeming to weigh the worth of calling you on your shit before relenting with a huff. “Yeah Snape never misses a chance to be a damn prick.” You know that he doesn’t believe you, but it does not matter since he’s not pushing it.

The teams were decided, Ginny, Ron, and Harry, against you and the twins. Hermione was reffing and made sure to agree to settle any fight that came up over scorekeeping. The three on three went on for about an hour before Fred caused a distraction so that you could catch the snitch. Returning down to earth your knees buckled and you decided to lay on your back for a bit before standing up again. Everyone followed suit, laying in the fresh grass covered in drying sweat and a few scrapes and bruises.

“I can’t believe we beat the famous Potter in a game Y/N. You have to tell Cedric that when you go back to practice.” Fred said, lazily punching your shoulder. You didn’t mean to flinch. It was an accident but by how tense Fred was on the grass beside you, it was obvious he had noticed.

“If you’re going to ask if I’m okay, just don’t. You did nothing wrong, okay Freddie?” Your voice felt distant as you tried to reassure the lanky beanpole to your left. You sat up feeling a bit more clear headed and yelled. “I call the first shower!” before running back into the comfort of the Burrow.

The water rolled off your body as your muscles finally were able to relax. The familiar sounds and smells of the Burrow were doing wonders for your anxiety. You poured some soap into the palm of your hand and absentmindedly scrubbed dirt from your skin. While washing your mind began to wander through the events of the day. Thoughts of your mother tried to creep back in but suddenly there was a banging on the door as it swung open.

“Close the curtain Y/n I need to take a leak and Georgie is taking forever downstairs.” Fred called before the sound of a zipper rang through the bathroom. Your heart was pounding as you tried to bring yourself back to the world around you. The toilet flushed and the sound of the sink was barely audible through the beating of your heart. The doorknob started to turn and before your brain could catch up the words were out of your mouth.

“Can you stay?” It came out so softly Fred could have sworn he made it up. His cheeks dusted pink and thank goodness for the obnoxious shower curtain Molly insisted on putting in their bathroom which covered him from your gaze. He cautiously sat on the toilet seat afraid that if he made too much noise you’d try to push him away again.

“Do you want me to ask around for some clothes you can change into? I mean if it were me I wouldn’t want to put my quidditch clothes back on.” Fred scratched the back of his neck staring down at the floor.

“Oh yeah I didn’t even think that far ahead to be honest. I mean if it's okay just like a hoodie and a pair of shorts would be awesome. I’m almost done in here anyway.” Your voice sounded more like you than it had all day. Fred released a breath he did not realize he was holding. He just wanted you to feel safe.

“Yeah of course! I’ll uhh go and grab some clothes and a towel and uhh yeah meet you back downstairs when you're dressed is that okay? I know that you wanted me to stay but I kind of have to leave if you want me to get ya some clothes. Or I mean I can always text Gin and see if she can bring some….” Fred devolved into muttering about what the most effective way to grab you some clothes and not leave you alone longer than is comfortable.

“Freddie it’s okay, I’m not going to break. Your room is right across the hall and I already have a towel in here with me.” Hearing the teasing smile in your voice calmed down his nerves. Why did he feel so nervous anyways. You had been around the burrow for a while and it shouldn’t be making him this nervous. With a quick be right back he slipped out of the door. Grabbing a pair of shorts and his newest Christmas sweater his mother knitted for him last year he padded back to the bathroom. The water wasn’t running anymore so he figured he probably should just set the clothes outside.

“Hey Y/n I’m just gonna put these outside the door. So uhh whenever you're ready I'll see you downstairs.” He placed the clothes in a neat pile and scuttled to the head of the stairs.

Pulling Fred’s sweater over your head made you feel way calmer than you first had expected to. It was warm and cozy and smelled of firewood and smores. It was quite big on you but that did not matter. Drying your hair one last time with the towel you left the bathroom hearing the voices of your friends from all the way down on the main floor. A smile spread to your lips knowing that no matter what happened next did not matter because right now you felt safe.

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #harry potter #harry potter fic #fred weasly fic #fluff #angst #Mays Masterlist

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jaylixjun · 4 years ago

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last kiss pt.2

this is part two of the song fic “last kiss” ! it’s down below if you want to read it !!

https://winchester-fredweasleysgf.tumblr.com/post/650322643337232384/last-kiss

fred weasley x reader

angst

fred stood outside of his flat after he closed the door. he looked in front of him shocked.

did he just do that ?

he was able to hear her sobs from the open window, her trying to catch her breath and mumbling things to herself .

yes, he did that.

he finally felt the tears fall and stream down his face, he contemplated in going back but couldn’t.

he gripped his little messenger bag filled with two outfit changes and toiletries with one hand.with his free one, he wiped his tears with his sleeve, he couldn’t look back and her sobs sounded louder and louder to him.

he picked up his feet,feeling heavy like if he was wearing concrete shoes as he walked to george’s flat a few blocks away, tears falling down.

a few moments earlier….

fred had gotten home a few hours later than he intended.

12:30am read the clock

he had been working since early morning and felt exhausted, this wasn’t the first time this happened, the shop kept getting busier and busier by the minute.

fred got in his flat quietly trying not to wake y/n.

“freddie ? is that you ?” he heard from upstairs

“huh yeah it’s me” he mumbled as he saw her come down the stairs in her cute hedgehog pajamas and fox slippers

“hello love, how was work today ? i’m assuming fun ?” she said sarcastically smiling as she pointed at his tired face and tried to go in for a kiss

“it was fine , im gonna go take a shower” he said dodging it and walking up the stairs .

she would be lying if she said that didn’t sting, but she brushed it off , he probably did have a hard day.

“uh o-okay , i’ll make you some tea”

she wasn’t sure if he even heard.

20 minutes later, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs, she was confused when he wasn’t in his pajamas .

“you sure you’ll sleep comfortable in that ?” she giggled grabbing his favorite mug and pouring the hot water into the mug along with a tea bag .

“where are you thinking of going at this hour freddie?” she asked turning around to get fred some biscuits

“george’s”

“how come?” she asked confused “are you two going to work on something new?” she asked again, putting the biscuits beside him and sitting down.

“no” he said

“then ?”

“we should break up” he said suddenly pushing away the tea and cookies .

“wait what ?”

“please don’t make me repeat it”

“but why ?!” y/n asked feeling her throat closing and tears breaming her eyes

“is this one of your pranks?” she said trying to blink the tears away smiling

“no, it’s not, i’m sorry” he said standing up

“wait wait hold up, i’m so confused what happened ? aren’t we going to talk about it? freddie? what’s wrong?” she said standing up too , all he did was walk towards the closet and got his messenger bag .

y/n went after him and held his hand.

“freddie, are you serious ? what happened? why are we breaking up, what did i do? did i do something? why are you leaving??” she said, couldn’t keep away the tears, she felt everything coming apart, she cried a little bit more when he pulled away his hand and adjusted his bag.

“im sorry y/n”

“this is how you’re gonna leave me? you’re not even gonna tell me why? you’re better than this!! please fred, don’t leave, tell me what happened !”

“i’ll be looking for a new flat soon,i’m going to stay with george for a bit,i will be coming for my stuff tomorrow”

“please freddie, i love you, can’t we talk for like at least five minutes??!”she said frantically

“goodbye y/n” fred said walking towards the door

“please please don’t! don’t l-leave me like this, i can’t just please don’t” she said sobbing and choking on her words.

he just opened the door and left.

she couldn’t believe it.

they were fine that morning before he left to work

that morning…

fred and y/n we’re sleeping peacefully, his arms around her , his face nuzzled in her neck, he held her like if she was his teddy bear.

beep beep beep beep !!

he heard the first time the alarm went off, he really had to be early that day, he had been waking up at night due to him being on the look out making sure he didn’t over sleep.

he reached over and turned it off groaning, y/n shifted feeling fred move and eventually waking up right away.

“fred ?” she said groggy from sleep and barely waking up

“shh it’s okay darling, i’m just going to go get ready for work, you can go back to sleep”

“hmm noo i’ll get up too”

“love it’s okay” he said giggling at her bed head, still thinking she was beautiful”go back to sleep” he kissed her forehead.

when fred went to go change, y/n got up stretching her limbs and getting her slippers.

“what are you doing up?” he asked smiling up at her

“well, since you’re rushing to go to work and probably won’t have time to get breakfast right now, i know you’re not going to eat until later sooo i though why not make you something !” she said blowing at kiss his way and running down to the kitchen before he got to protest,making him shake his head and laughing quietly to himself while he buttoned the last of his buttons in his shirt.

he went down after he had done everything to get ready for work, hearing y/n wash the dishes downstairs.

“hey darling”

“hey freddie”

“why are you washing by hand, we have magic you know?”

“yeah but its okay to do it like this once in a-hey !”she said as fred casted a spell for them to clean themselves

“you’re welcome” he said with a smirk

“whatever” she rolled her eyes

“anywayss , i made you a quick omelette, i know you have to go and i didn’t have enough time to make you something else but you need to eat something”

“it’s perfect y/n/n , thank you, i’ll eat it fast over there”

“here i made george one too, he’s probably rushing just as much as you are”y/n said handing him a container with his breakfast

“thank you, i’m sure he’ll appreciate it”he said kissing her nose making her blush

“oops i have to go love” he said going over for his jacket

“alright, be safe okay ?” she said walking towards him

“i always am” he said smirking

“hmm yeah okay” she said while he placed his hands on her face and held her delicately, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone looking into her eyes.

“i love you” they said at the same time, making fred smile and y/n blush, they leaned in, giving each other a sweet kiss, making them melt inside.

“alright lover boy, you’re gonna be late for work” y/n said , her cheeks tinted pink after their kiss

“only because you say so” he said kissing her hairline before going over to the counter and grabbing his and george’s breakfast.

“i love youuu !!!” he said running out the door turning around to look at her

“i love you most” she said waving at him before he left.

…never thought that would be their last kiss.

what went wrong ? y/n didn’t know nor have any sort of clue what.

an hour later of her crying in the living room, she got up and grabbed her suitcases.

she went up to their room and packed all of her belongings.

she grabbed her wand by the nightstand trying to get out of the house as fast as she could.

she got a hold of her suitcases,knowing she forgot a thing or two but didn’t really care, and aparated to hermione’s and ron’s front step, she almost went to ginny but she knew she would tear fred a new one no matter what time it was.

ron and hermione were pissed at fred when they found out, they let her stay the night there before she went to look for an apartment in the morning.

when fred told george about what happened, george was screaming and cussing him out, calling him an idiot almost telling him to get out, but he couldn’t and although fred didn’t cry and acted tough, george could see he was hurting.

the next morning when fred went to go pick up his things,he knew something felt off. when he entered the house it felt empty, not that he expected it to be filled with love though, it was too quiet, he slowly went upstairs to their bedroom and saw the closet door open but no y/n, he saw all of her things were gone and knew she moved out instead. he sat in the bed and let his tears fall.

within two days of them breaking up, all the weasley’s had already found out, all of them upset with fred for leaving her with no explanation, he felt embarrassed to tell them why.

george visited y/n in her new flat for the whole week of her living there. when he went back one day and saw the “for rent” sign back up, he went up and knocked on the door frantically until one of the person living there told him that a young lady had moved out that morning.

he quickly went over to fred’s house and screamed at him. he cried that his best friend was gone and didn’t know where she went. he didn’t talk to fred for about a week.

-that was months ago .

fred knew george had been hanging out with y/n and that so had ginny,ron,hermione and harry. he never said anything or ask about her because he knew he had no place in doing that.

he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss her. some days, he would be grumpy and other days he would lock himself in his room crying softly over her. he thought no one noticed, but of course his twin always knew.

over the months, he had less and less of an idea on why he broke up with her,he kept saying he did the right thing but then he would always doubt himself. he had pushed his feelings about this for a while saying he didn’t deserve to be sad about this situation, so now it was hitting him a bit harder. he wondered how she was and if she met someone new or anything, but didn’t have the guts to ask george or anyone. he always acted like if he was unbothered. he really wanted to see her again and hold her, tell her how sorry she was and that he was an ass for leaving her with no explanation.

george was able to see how sorry he felt for himself and seen his spark slowly fade. george himself also missed having y/n a walking distance, although he could always aparate to her house, it was different, they used to see each other almost everyday .

fred wished she could just come back, until one day she did .

fred woke up with a headache, and like the last few months, there was no y/n next to him sleeping.

he groaned getting up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. he looked over to where y/n used to sleep. he wasn’t able to move out from that house. he had left everything how y/n had left it. he stared over the same spot for a few more seconds before he caught on. he cleared his throat and got up to get ready for his day.

he adjusted his tie while looking at himself and his messy hair that he had let grow like he had in his sixth year. still managing to pull it off .

he went downstairs and ate his breakfast before he aparated to work.

“hey mate, it’s your day off ! what are you doing here?” george asked when he saw fred aparate infront of him, not admitting it lowkey scared him a bit.

“yeah i know, i just didn’t have anything to do”

“um welllll” george thought while scratching his eyebrow “you can restock those things over there and put away those boxes” he said pointing to the objects.

“ok” fred said bluntly.

george knew it was one of those days so he let him be.

“alright man, later you want to go pick up some lunch or something”

“uh yeah sure”

“brilliant !”

more stocking up later and running around the store, 12 o’clock hit.

“alrightttt dear old brother of mine!!what shall we go eat for lunch today!!” fred heard george loudly say as he entered the room he was in

“huh?”

“where do you want to go eat?”

“dunno, anywhere really, doesn’t matter”

“oh cmon not a place in mind? huh? leaky cauldron maybe?”

fred got up and adjusted his work jacket/blazer

“not really”

“alright then, move your bloody arse and let’s see where we shall go!!” he said pushing fred out the door.

the twins had been walking around diagon ally for a while now deciding where to go.

“cmon freddie, just pick a place”

“we should just go back to work, i’m not that hungry anyways”fred said turning around and tried to make his way over to the joke shop leaving george behind.

george had tried to go after fred, he was able to see him a few feet away and was about to run to catch up with him when he accidentally bumped into someone.

“…and can we go try those cauldron cake you like so mu-woooa !!!”

“i am so sorry ma’am i apologize !”

“marianne are you okay?!”

“georgie ???” y/n exclaimed

“y/nn ??!!”george said while pulling her into big hug .

“you two know each other?” marianne asked

“yes ! he’s my best friend”

“i’m george weasley, i’m so sorry again”

“i’m marianne y/l/n, y/n’s cousin and it’s all good don’t worry” she said as they shook hands and both let out some “nice to meet you’s”

“what are you doing back here ?!!decide to come and visit me ??” george smirked.

“no you big bloke” y/n jokingly said, “our cousin is having a baby and we came over for her baby shower, and you? where you rushing off to?”

“well uhh” george tried to come up with an excuse but his eyes widened when he saw him already staring at them with his mouth open,shocked.

a few moments earlier with fred ..

he had tried to make his way to their shop, he felt bad for just leaving george there, he didn’t feel hungry and just wanted to go back to work to distract himself before he went back home and go back to feeling sorry for himself.

he knew george was trying to catch up to him, he wasn’t far behind and he hadn’t walked far enough due to the tons of people around, he knew he had crashed into someone because he heard him apologize.

“marianne are you okay?!” he heard someone exclaim

that voice he instantly recognized.

that same voice made him stop dead in his tracks.

he couldn’t believe his ears and just thought he was imagining it.

until he heard it again.

“georgie ???”

“y/n ??!!” he heard george say, confirming his suspicions of y/n being a few yards away from him

he slowly turned around and saw her, her back was facing him but he still managed to gasp as he let himself acknowledge he wasn’t dreaming.

he felt his feet moving quite slowly but surely making his way over to them, his eyes welling up, he hadn’t seen her in months, which had felt like an eternity to him. he had blocked out everyone and every noice, it’s like his feet kept moving on his own til he finally stopped , less than ten feet away.

he saw george look up and his eyes widened when he saw fred, which made him snap out of it a bit.

y/n and marianne saw george looking behind him with a distressed face which made them turn around.

y/n saw what george was looking at

both fred’s and y/n’s eyes connected, making her let out a loud gasp

she saw his face in person after a while, she couldn’t believe it. he had let his hair grow out, it was messy but it still looked good on him.

he saw that she had changed her hair too, she had gotten a haircut, but her eyes looked sad, she had under eye circles that were still visible even when covering up with concealer and saw her face go a bit pale when she saw him.

marianne right away knew what was going on, she knew that was fred, y/n’s ex, and knew the person that bumped into her was the same george y/n has been hanging out with.

she saw y/n’s eyes start to well up, she turned to look at george and he just gave her a “shit” look, she right away gave fred a dirty look.

“y/n…” fred whispered as he took a few steps forward

y/n had never turned around that fast in her life, she felt dizzy, she didn’t know if it was because of what was happening or because she turned so fast, maybe both.

“we have to go, i’ll see you later okay george ??” she said desperately

“y/n” fred said a bit louder while he tried to walk closer to her but marianne stopped him.

“y/n” he said firmly, almost begging, he knew she had heard him but just ignored it, which hurt him but understood.

“i’m so so-“fred desperately tried to apologize but didn’t get to say it

“bye georgie” y/n said while quickly taking out her wand and apparating away .

he didn’t miss to see the tears already escaping her eyes before she left.

“no! is-is she-“ fred tried to ask

“no! you do not get to ask anything about her !” marianne loudly said, making a few heads turn around to where they were standing.

“but-“

“but nothing!”she told fred, with a nasty look on her face.

“i’ll go check up on her” she told george, not before she gave fred one last mean look and went after y/n, knowing she went back to her house.

fred dropped his head ,let it hung low and put his hands over his face,feeling a few tears come out.

“cmon fred, let’s go back to the shop” george said patting his back and walking to their destination.

Once y/n apparated back to her house,she dropped her purse on her bedroom floor and cuddled herself on her bed crying,just letting her tears drown her while sobbing.

a few minutes later, she heard her cousin get home.

“y/n/n ?, are you in here?”

she didn’t get any respond but her sobs let her know she was in there.

“oh honey come here” marianne said approaching her, sitting next to her while y/n was crying her eyes out.

“shh shh it’s okay let it out”marianne consoled her,stroking her hair.

“i can’t see him again marianne,i tried to move on i really did and now he appears i can’t ! what-what if he finds out where i am and-and i can’t go through that i can’t !!!”y/n rambled sobbing.

“honey it will be okay”

y/n cried, trying to get some words out,not knowing what to say.

“it’s okay,i’m here for you”

y/n just nodded and stayed there for a few minutes.

“i’m so sorry mari”

“hey,it’s okay y/n/n, you don’t have to apologize”

she just sniffled.

“you want to go take a bath? get refreshed and maybe we can watch a movie and i can go get some snacks, maybe your favorite ice cream?”

“o-okay” she replied while wiping her tears, standing up from her bed.

“here i’ll go get you a glass of water, be right back”

while marianne went for her water, y/n took out her pajamas,undergarments,towels and her fox slippers.

“here you go”marianne came in handing her the cup.

“i’ll be downstairs, howl if you need anything” she chuckled

“thank you”

once marianne left the room, y/n undressed herself, wrapping the towel around her and took her things to her bathroom.

she turned on the water and let it fill up a bit. while it was filling up, y/n stared at herself in the mirror, her puffy red eyes burning up as she started to create some more tears.

she finally let go of her towel and stepped into the warm water.

meanwhile at the joke shop. . .

fred and george entered their store, george flipping their “open” sign over to “closed”

fred was making his way upstairs when george stopped him.

“where do you think you’re going?”

“upstairs” fred said quietly

“no you’re not,you’re going to come talk to me”

“georg-“

“no fred, you need to let me know what happened when you two broke up, why did you do it fred? you won’t even tell me!”

“george,i don’t know”

“what do you mean you don’t know! you just can’t do that! i mean cmon ! you left her with no explanation and when she’s doing better you just come barging in !”

“i’m sorry” fred said while he just let his tears escape

“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to, you’re my brother and i love you, but you can be an idiot sometimes, i understand you’re hurting and your feelings are valid, but what you did was not okay, i still can’t understand why you did what you did, it hurt her a lot freddie, whenever i would go see her, she would always ask about you and how you’re doing, she still loves you,and very much.”

“i miss her george, i miss her a lot” he choked out

“i know you do mate”

“i need to see her, georgie please tell me where she is, i need to make things right again”

“fred..i-“

“please george i’m begging you”fred exclaimed, crying a bit harder

“look fred, i’m not sure if she would be comfortable with that”

“please george,please ! i’ll leave her alone if that’s what she wants me to do! i need to at least try !”

george looked at how desperate he looked, he looked completely in shambles, both of his best friends were hurting right now, he too wished it went back to how it was, he knew it was definitely not going to be that easy.

george took one more look at fred and sighed.

“okay,fine alright”

fred felt like he could collapse right there, he was finally going to go talk to her and try to make things right after 5 long months.

“can we go right now?”

“right now? fred are you sure you’re ready? and don’t you think she needs some space right now?”

“i have to george!”

“okay okay, just hold on, let me go lock up” george said getting up”i won’t take long”

fred sighed and sat down with his hands over his face.

after what felt like an eternity later, george came back up.

george saw how fred was bouncing his leg up and down and how fast he stood up when he saw him come in.

“what took you so long!”

“woah, it’s not that easy mate, you’ve been working here as long as i have”

“sorry, can we please go now?”

“are you sure fred? i mea-“

“yes! just please take me to her”

“alright”

i actually hit the limit😭the link to the continuation of this is up now !!

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dumblydork · 4 years ago

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Wasn't expecting to be back as a writer so soon but I just absolutely CANNOT get enough of writing headcanons and AUs and JUST BEAR WITH ME OKAY

Also I feel like this is super long but it might not be idk

Some more Hinny, with a bit of Romione! So this one is set in the modern magical world. Hope you enjoy! And don't forget, if you have absolutely ANY Hinny headcanons you'd want to see written, please drop me a message or an ask anytime and I'll do my best to write one 3>

"This class just CANNOT get any worse." Ron muttered, drawing lazy lines with his pen on the History of Magic textbook they were reading.

"We literally live in 2020, do we really HAVE to study all this old age crap?" He continued, now shifting to drawing circles as the teacher droned on.

Harry for one, wasn't listening to the professor (though he did vaguely hear him mention 'Goblin War' but that was about it) and neither to Ron. Harry was busy staring out of the window onto the busy streets of London below their high classroom, thinking about a certain redhead.

A certain redhead who also happened his best friend's sister.

"Hi!" Hermione's voice came in an excited whisper as she started taking out her textbook, the dull grey of it made slightly happy with all the colourful muggle stickers (once affronted, she had told Harry that they were called 'Post Its' but Harry just could never bother with the name), full of notes and extra bits. Hermione was careful not to let the professor know that she was suddenly here, a thought which hit Harry when Ron exclaimed almost loudly before Hermione kicked his foot under the table to shut him up.

"I swear to Godric you weren't here literally a minute ago how- Harry?" Ron wondered, calling his best friend.

"Yes it's very odd Ron." Harry almost sighed, back to his brooding. Hermione was doing weird things always- it was nothing new.

"Please be like Harry and stop looking so surprised. Let me focus." Hermione sneered at Ron and whipped out her pencil, furiously noting down from the board whatever the professor had been droning on about for the past 45 minutes.

"And that, is all on the Goblin War of 1785 today. Make sure you finish your homework- remember, 4 pages on the magical strategies used by the two goblin sides to win the war. I need it handed in on Monday. Class dismissed." The professor walked out with his nose in the air, as if he had imparted the knowledge of a lifetime in one single lesson. He waved a lazy hand at the board which wiped off all the notes, releasing a few cries from the back where some kids were still making notes.

"Thank Godric that's over!" Ron could almost cry. Harry was back to paying attention, especially after Hermione slapped his hand. "Earth calling whatever planet Harry Potter is on!" She laughed. The three of them got up and walked out into the corridor.

"What lesson do we have next?" Harry asked absentmindedly.

"What's up with you today? You've been like this since we returned from the Burrow well over a week ago." Ron said thoughtfully, an arm slung carelessly around Hermione's shoulder, who was surprisingly okay with it.

Harry snapped back to reality. If Ron found out, it would be Harry's head and nothing else.

"And what about the two of you? Care to explain," Harry looked at the Ron's arm, "whatever this is? You two have been just finding ways for touching each other, don't think I haven't noticed." Harry finished with a whistle, knowing this was the nerve he had hit. He almost grinned to himself.

"That," Hermione shrug off the arm around her, blushing furiously, "is just two friends being friendly." She finished, but there was a considerable change in the pitch of her voice.

"Yes yes whatever." Harry flicked a lazy hand at the two, knowing fully well they had gotten up to something in the Burrow which was only between the two of them.

The trio had reached the cafeteria where they sat down on one of the empty benches, having half hour free before moving on to Harry's most despised class- Chemistry, or Potions as it was called in the older ages.

Harry let his thoughts move back to the Burrow (courtesy this couple who were now sitting with their sides practically touching). The Burrow was Ron's house, and the trio's favourite hangout. They were there for the summer break, which had ended a week ago, but the memories were still as old as yesterday.

"Oh please, I will kick your ass at Quidditch." Ginny, Ron's younger sister and the youngest Weasley piped, her fiery red hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Quidditch was the one thing Harry really enjoyed- it was rare to have Quidditch matches in school now with so much course load, so these summers were what he lived for.

Particularly this one summer where Ginny had turned up looking just gorgeous, something Harry had failed to notice in the 6 years he had known her. It wasn't as if she wasn't gorgeous before- it just struck him differently this time. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the fact that she could make Harry laugh almost always. She was not only gorgeous- Ginny had developed a sense of humour and sarcasm quite unlike her brothers- they were fond of practical jokes, whereas Ginny was more of the sharp tongued type who could make an entire room laugh without as much as waving a hand. And it was absolutely fabulous. Harry had found himself staring at her practically everyday of summer since he came to the Burrow three months ago.

The way she tied her hair up, or how she bit her lip when exasperated with her Math homework and the way her lips opened slowly first when she laughed. The slight, barely perceptible crook in her teeth and the generous sprinkling of freckles all across her face. It was all suddenly very endearing to Harry.

And hence, midway through his last week at the Burrow, Harry had come to the conclusion that he had started fancying Ginevra Weasley, his best friend Ronald Weasley's younger sister. Not to mention practically Hermione's best friend, despite being an year younger.

So that was why Harry was barely able to keep his impulses in check when he saw Ginny in her Quidditch outfit, wearing a red and gold jersey with cream coloured bottoms. But when he thought of how he could have his ears boxed in by Ron, he could very much focus back on the match and not on a heart-achingly stunning redhead.

"Language, Ginny. This girl," Ron's mom, Molly, muttered under her breath, currently putting up laundry by swishing her wand back and forth. All of the Weasley siblings were back home at the Burrow, except for Percy and Bill, who were both busy working.

"Sorry mom! As I was saying Harry, I will definitely kick your bottom in this match." Ginny corrected herself.

"Please, we shall see." Lately it was getting increasingly difficult for him to produce coherent responses in front of the woman he had come to consider as practically a sarcastic goddess. But he was proud of this response- he should continue thinking about Ron's punches.

"Okay, positions, and go!" Harry heard Arthur, Ron's father say and the match began in earnest. Hermione was sitting this one down with a novel, but at the moment was preparing a jug of lemonade the Muggle way.

Ron and Harry were one team, whereas Ginny, George and Fred were another. The game lasted for a good 40 minutes before Harry and Ron won the game by obtaining the 'snitch' (which was actually just an enchanted flying ball, kindly given to them by Arthur who had an obsession for all things Muggle).

"What happened to all that talk of kicking ass, huh?" Harry laughed, almost falling into one of the reclining chairs. Molly was handing out cool glasses of lemonade. "I think mine needs more ice." Harry said, sipping from his glass.

"Oh I totally forgot the ice! My wand is in the kitchen though." She said sheepishly, not wanting to give up her spot on the recliner. Or rather not wanting to get up from her spot next to Ron, who had decided to perch himself on Hermione's recliner despite there being an extra empty one.

"That's okay, I'll get some myself." He grinned. "I'll come too- I need to change out of this." Ginny added. They walked back inside the Burrow which was empty, with the entire family outside in the garden.

Harry waved his wand which was lying on the kitchen counter into a bowl and ice appeared, shining in the sunlight but not melting. Magic.

He added a few to his glass and leaned on the counter, sipping lazily on the drink. It was good to be away from the noise for a minute. Ginny reappeared downstairs, having changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and unholy thoughts came rushing back into Harry's brain.

"I'll get some ice too, now that I'm here." Ginny took out an empty glass and filled it with ice, presumably wanting to fill it with lemonade later. But the way she took the ice gave Harry goosebumps- she leant across him instead of asking him to move and picked a few pieces of ice from behind him. Harry was frozen in his place- Ginny made no move whatsoever to stand behind. She stood inches away from Harry, just a few centimetres shorter than him.

"Oh for goodness sakes Harry, kiss me already." She rolled her eyes but the tip of her ears went red.

"What?" Harry spluttered- it was something he had been wanting to do since the start of summer but putting it into words stunned him of sorts. Was he THAT readable?

"Don't think I haven't seen the way you've looked at me all summer, Harry. It's not that difficult to know that you fancy me. A lot. And just so you know, I do too. A lot. Have done so since Ron introduced us.* She whispered, but stepped back after her confession.

Harry was still stunned, but could anyway notice the distance she had put, now slightly unsure after her brazenness. She still stared at him, her lips shaped into an imperceptible 'O', begging to be kissed. So that's what Harry did- he pulled Ginny back towards him by her waist and placed his lips on hers, almost tasting sunlight but with cherry swirled in it. His hands remained at her waist but Ginny moved hers to lock around Harry's neck, slowly playing with the curls at his nape. She smiled into the kiss, parting her lips were slightly, just so Harry could taste her; it was sinful but decadent. Very much like a good bar of chocolate. More than good. An absolutely unbelievable bar of chocolate.

When they finally pulled back after what could have been a lifetime, or an eternity, or a few seconds, Ginny grinned at Harry. "Do you not have anything to say?" She stood there's suddenly a bit shy, with her arms still around Harry's neck.

"You said all of it for me. I do fancy you- maybe way too much." He said, feeling as if Ginny's brazen confidence was transferred into his veins.

"That's a relief, because I might or might not have been looking to get you to kiss me." She said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"You what?" Harry stared at her incredulously, before breaking out into a wide smile.

"Don't worry, the bit about me fancying you is real. Have done so since I was 10." She added seriously.

"So are we a thing now?" Harry raised an eyebrow, quite enjoying the small circles he was making on Ginny's side.

"Keep dreaming on, Potter." She removed her hands from around his neck and disappeared like she had reappeared after changing, what felt like ages ago. Harry smiled to himself before walking outside again, his lemonade glass forgotten.

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"Really Harry, one would think you're in love the way you're zoned out." Ron stared at him, as Harry snapped back into the real world.

"Huh? Oh yeah." He agreed absent mindedly, still reeling a bit from that summer afternoon.

"You're in love?" Hermione asked, an eyebrow raised as she looked up from what looked like homework.

"Forget me, but you do seem to be." Harry glanced at her notebook, which had R+H scribbled messily on the margins. He grinned as Hermione and Ron blushed furiously.

"Okay fine, me and Ron might have kissed at the Burrow." Hermione said, snapping her book shut as Ron stared at her longingly.

"How interesting, because me and Harry did something similar." Ginny suddenly appeared from behind and sat beside Harry, pressing her lips to his cheek.

The two boys stared back and forth. Ron's eyes widened but returned to their normal size, as Ron slung an arm around Hermione again, except this time she actually leaned into him.

"What? Is happening?" Harry looked around, first at the couple in front of him and then at Ginny. This was all extremely confusing.

"Did you think you were the only observant human to ever exist? Hermione Granger is my girlfriend, Harry. Nothing escapes her. Not when one of her best friends kisses another one of her best friends." Ron laughed.

"Wait so you're not mad?" Harry was still shaken. Was his worrying all a waste? If he'd known, he could have spent more time with Ginny, locked behind doors, his lips on hers-

"Why would I be? I'd rather Ginny end up with you rather than some other git from school." Ron's voice cut into his thoughts breezily.

"Oh. Okay." Harry settled before smiling at Ginny and weaving his hand through hers.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Harry's eyes widened.

"Wait. Hermione Granger is your girlfriend?!" The typical Potter late realisation. The three people around him laughed heartily before Harry joined in, shooting Ginny an endearing look, making the tips of her ears turn red.

#hinny au #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry potter headcanon #harry x ginny #hinny headcanon #hinny #headcanon #school #romione #ron x hermione

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awienersoldier · 3 years ago

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Consequences Of a Macho Battle

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy; Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Warnings: infidelity, minor Ron bashing, mentions of sex

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Hermione pushed the last bobby pin into her hair in yet another desperate attempt to keep her curls in place and somewhat put together looking. She narrowed her eyes at the reflection in the mirror in front of her, seriously doubting her success.

“Ready, Mione?” Ron leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, blindly trying to fix his tie. She sighed and nodded, turning to him. Hermione swatted his hands from the tie and proceeded to untie it and do it up again. No matter how many times she showed him, he would never get it right. It was a small thing, but it piled up with dozens of other small things and she felt more like his mother than a fiancée.

A fiancée.

“Thank you. I would be lost without you.”

She pressed him a smile, squeezing herself past him at the door. She swallowed everything she wanted to say when he squeezed her arse as she walked by.

Hermione had no idea when and how this happened. They just drifted apart, and it seemed like she was the only one to notice it. Ron continued living in his delusion and blissful ignorance. And she was enabling him. She was staying with him out of habit, it was comfortable, and it was safe. But there was no fire, passion… She would need to dig deep into her memory to pull out the last time she felt butterflies with Ron.

The relationship became a chore and not even an enjoyable chore such as gardening. It was slowly killing her.

Hermione let out an exasperated sigh, slipping off her dressing gown. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She treated herself to a new lingerie set, while out a few days ago. The color was maybe a bit too on the nose, but it looked great against her skin tone. She was not sure what will make him happier – the color or the fabric, well, lack thereof. She forced herself to put her dress on. The clock was ticking, and she could spend hours upon hours thinking about all the ways her undergarments can come off.

“Allow me.”

Ron’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She met his stare in the mirror as he approached her, reaching for the zipper on her back. He slowly pulled the zipper up, his knuckles grazing her bareback. Hermione kept looking at him in the mirror. She questioned how can she be so cruel to lie to him every day and not bat an eye. And lie so effortlessly too, it came as second nature to her. She hated that revelation about herself. She was the Golden Girl; this wasn’t supposed to be her.

The man… No. The boy in the mirror would do every last thing for her and yet it wasn’t enough in her eyes. She came to the realization that she needed a man. She wanted a partner, not an overgrown child to look after. Acts of service were the larger part of her love language as she came to realize, but at no point did she fantasized about becoming second Molly Weasley.

Ron wrapped his arms around her waist, connecting his lips to her neck. Hermione let her head fall to the side. She was supposed to feel something at this very moment, but all she felt was a bottomless pit in her stomach, knowing she wanted that to be someone else.

“We will be late, Ron,” she forced out. Ron murmured something against her, leaving a wet trail of kisses up her neck, his hands wandering up her front, pulling the skirt of her dress up her thighs. “Ronald, I am serious. We don’t have time for this,” she slipped out of his arms, straightening out her dress.

Ron frowned at her. “We can be a little late. No party really starts till the Golden Trio is complete. C’mon Mione, loosen up,” he murmured, reaching for her to pull her closer.

Mione, loosen up became the red flag for the bull inside of her. “You are an ass, Weasley,” she shook her head, pushing his hands off of her waist. And you are not him. “Can you for once take no for an answer? I will not loosen up if you are constantly pushing my boundaries! I am so unbelievably tired of it!” Hermione’s chest was heaving, she took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. “I’ll be downstairs by the Floo and will be leaving in 5 minutes if you want to come with me. Otherwise, see you at the Gala.”

“Hermione! You are here, thank god!” Harry rushed towards her as soon as she set foot inside. He was on the run from all the social vultures. Landing a kiss on her cheek, stopping in his tracks when he went to greet Ron and noticed the empty space. “Where’s Ron?”

“Home. Having another of his hissy fits when things don’t go his way,” she breathed out, frustrated. “I am sure he will show up later,” Hermione muttered while she scanned the room. Seeing everyone but not the one and the only person she wanted to find right now.

“Is everything okay?” Harry asked furrowing his brows. “I am thick, Mione, but even I can see that something’s not right…”

She shook her head, stubbornly. “Everything is fine, of course.”

He raised a brow at her, Harry saw right through her. “You are my best friend along with Ron. I can see you are not… right. Both of you. Talk to me.”

“Harry, I am fine. If I ever need to talk, I know where to find you,” she conjured up the most relaxed smile she could.

“Cut the crap, please-”

“Champagne?”

Hermione eagerly grabbed two flutes. “For my fiancée,” she explained shortly to the waiter. “I don’t want to talk about it. Frankly, I don’t want to talk about Ron at all. Happy fifth anniversary of returning from the dead,” she offered and took a sip. Harry sighed, not letting her out of his sight.

“I don’t recognize you,” Harry shook his head.

Shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts, she would often wonder where she will be in a year, in three, in five or in ten years. Needless to say, that the reality and her imagination barely met. It was quite disappointing.

She was engaged to a guy she did not love. She said yes knowing she did not love him. She was sneaking behind everyone’s backs, rolling around in bed with another man. And despite their agreement that it will be just sex, no feelings involved, and no strings attached. She was finding herself falling head over heels for him. Hating herself in the process.

“That makes two of us… I am in a relationship with a boy instead of a man, I am engaged to someone whom I don’t love, and I don’t know how to get out without breaking more than one heart. Is this what you wanted to hear?” she chuckled darkly, throwing the rest of the champagne down her throat. The words came out easier than she anticipated. The anger from earlier still flowing through her veins.

Harry gaped at her, taken aback by how direct she was and partially how unaffected she sounded. He opened his mouth a couple of times to speak but closed it again. “Wow,” he finally said.

“Yeah, right… Wow,” she sighed.

“You have to tell him, Mione. It is unfair to both of you.” Harry seemed to take it better than she ever imagined.

“I know…”

Of course, she did know that. But she was Hermione Granger. She never failed at anything, and she still couldn’t admit even to herself that her relationship failed, let alone the rest of the world.

“Talk to him. I am sure he will understand… eventually,” Harry said. He was trying to convince himself of it too. He would be in the worst position. Best friend of both, caught in the crossfire of a relationship going extremely wrong.

Hermione shook her head. Ignorance was bliss, it really was. Maybe he would understand her falling out of love with him, perhaps not even really loving him. But he would not understand her cheating on him. And especially not with the dangerously dashing, tall, blond wizard who just met her eyes across the room.

A smug smirk immediately spreading across his face. He raised a glass in her direction and took a sip.

She, Hermione Granger; the Golden Girl, one-third of the Golden Trio, war heroine, fell in love with Draco Malfoy, rehabilitated Death Eater.

She was doomed.

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“Potter! Enjoying yourself?” Draco suddenly appeared next to them. Briefly shaking Harry’s hand. “Granger,” he nodded in her direction. She felt like a stupid little schoolgirl, getting all giddy around a boy who didn’t love her back.

“Good to see you, D- Malfoy.”

Harry glanced at her, before looking at Draco. “Likewise. Do you have any news on the planned Ministry Quidditch tournament?” he asked, without skipping a beat or dwelling on her burning cheeks.

“I am afraid I don’t know much more than you do. Seems like the other departments are scared of our strong team or perhaps struggle to find their brooms,” he sneered. Harry chuckled contemplating the offered reasons.

It was odd seeing them talk casually. She knew from Ron that those two actually got along rather well and that annoyed him because Ron still couldn’t stand Draco. They never passed an opportunity to challenge each other to see who is the man. She often wondered why was Ron still allowing Draco to wind him up because the score was unquestionably to his detriment.

“I can see that,” Harry nodded. “Speaking of Quidditch, Ron mentioned you are quite the brutal beater…” Hermione snorted, she heard the story too and it went slightly differently. The two boys glanced at her.

Draco laughed shortly, still looking at her. “I have a hard time believing Weasley said just that. He would never admit I am better than him,” he mused, smirking at Hermione. She gulped. The cheeky bastard. In that department, he was so ahead of Ron, that Ron barely had a visual of him. That’s how ahead he was.

Just the thought made her restless, she stood with crossed legs, rubbing her thighs together. Him being this close and not being able to touch him or having his hands on her was borderline cruel.

“He more likely complained that I knocked his ass down of his pathetic dust sweeper, which he has the nerve to call a broom” he deduced, quirking a brow back at Harry, who chuckled in response, stopping himself as he probably shouldn’t be laughing at his own best friend.

“Oh perfect! Can I get a photo of you all together?” a photographer rushed up to them, on the verge of pissing his pants with excitement. “Where is Mr. Weasley? Oh, nevermind! Miss Granger, can I have you standing between the two gentlemen?”

Hermione could already hear Ron complain about this. She swallowed all her objections, making eye contact with Draco. Harry seemingly stopped existing to him the moment their eyes met. She stood between them, clutching her flute of champagne. Draco slipped his arm around her waist without hesitation, standing closer to her. His hand sprawled over the curve of her waist and a hip.

Future Ron’s complaints just got louder inside of her mind.

She tenses against his side. He leaned to her ear and whispered, “Relax.”

His hot breath on her skin made her shiver. She scolded herself for being so pathetic. But pretending that this man didn’t drive her absolutely crazy was a lost battle. The kick of him being this close in public, right in front of Harry brought another level of thrill, she probably never felt before and yet so desperately craved.

Harry awkwardly grabbed her around the shoulders, shortly side-eyeing her and Draco. As the cameraman went to take the photo, Draco’s hand moved towards the small of Hermione’s back, sliding over the roundness of her ass. That man was walking on thin ice, she forced herself to smile.

“Brilliant! Thank you!” he nodded briefly to them before he rushed off to hunt down someone else. Harry immediately took a step away from Hermione, reinstating some idea of personal space. Draco’s arm lingered for longer, running his fingers lightly up her spine before finally taking a step back too.

“Damn hyenas, am I right?” Harry laughed awkwardly. He looked at them suspiciously, especially narrowing his eyes on Hermione, who decided it was time to finish the second glass of champagne right now.

“Indeed… Actually, I came over to see if I could steal a dance from Miss Granger over here,” Draco asked nonchalantly, extending a hand towards her.

“Would be a pleasure, Mr. Malfoy,” she quipped back, keeping up the overly proper tone and gladly accepted his offered hand. Harry’s eyes were jumping between them as if he was following a Bludger. They left the bewildered Harry behind them, weaving through the crowd towards the dancefloor.

Finding their spot, he spun her before pulling her into his arms. “Are you okay?” Draco whispered as they effortlessly floated around the floor. “You look magnificent, by the way.”

“Thank you,” she said, feeling the heat return to her cheeks. “I- I don’t know how much longer I will be able to keep up with the lies.”

Draco stiffened. “Well… we knew our run will be short-lived,” he said, dryly.

“That’s not what I meant, Draco. I don’t want to end our thing… I want us to continue. I want to break up with Ron,” she explained. This was the worst time and place to discuss any of this, but she wanted to do it till she had the courage.

Draco cleared his throat, searching for words. “You are engaged, Granger.”

“Thank you for reminding me. I would have forgotten without you…” she hissed. “I know I am. But I don’t want to live in a lie,” she said in a hushed voice, slightly irritated by how unbothered Draco sounded.

“Wouldn’t it be smarter to end us?” he asked.

Hermione leaned back to look at his face. Draco’s jaw was clenched, and he was looking off into the distance. “There’s nothing wrong with us…”

“Neither is with Ronald.”

“How would you know? Do you live with us?”

“I know you, Hermione. And there are several things wrong with us in case you didn’t notice. I am an ex-Death Eater; you are the Golden Girl. We shouldn’t be together in any capacity. I will just drag you down…”

She laughed shortly. “Then you don’t know me. My relationship with Ron is dead. I don’t love him. For quite some time. I just don’t know how to get out…”

“Hermione, you got engaged a month ago…” he said, deadpanned.

“Told you, I don’t know how to get out…”

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“Come with me,” Draco said as soon as the song ended, grabbing her hand, and pulling her with him. She turned around, looking for Harry but he wasn’t in the room anymore. Which was good. She noticed his suspicious looks, he felt something was off.

Hermione tried to keep up with long strides and ended up essentially running after him. They were in some private bathroom. Fancy private bathroom. There was no key in the lock, but Draco was holding the door shut with one hand, and with the other on her shoulder, he was pinning her against a wall.

“Granger…” he sighed, looking at her.

Hermione glanced up at him. “Malfoy.”

“Pull your head out of your ass. You don’t leave a man you love.”

“I don’t love him.”

“You see, exactly- Wait, what?” he furrowed his brows as he realized she did not agree with his previous statement. “Hermione, for the love of god…” He sounded so disappointed with her.

“Please, don’t pretend you care that much about my relationship. If you did, you wouldn’t have been fucking me for the past 6 months. You don’t give a fuck and that’s perfectly fine,” Hermione tried her best to keep her voice down, stabbing his chest with her pointed finger.

Draco stared at her for a moment. “That’s a lie…” he whispered, cupping her cheek. “I do care. I do care about you. So I am asking you to really think about it.”

Hermione leaned into his hand. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She was still staying with Ron because of the fear that Draco is with her just to get back on Ron. She feared Draco would leave her if she wasn’t with Ron anymore.

“I am still with Ron because… Because I am terrified you will stop seeing me,” she exhaled.

Draco’s eyes widened at her confession. Leaning against the door with his shoulder, he spoke softly as if scared of the answer he might get. “You think I- Do you think this is some convoluted plan of showing Weasley up? Do you think that lowly of me?”

Hermione gulped. “No, of course not. It’s fear. Fears are irrational… I- I just don’t want to lose you.”

“I won’t leave you, Granger.”

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“There you are…” Harry grabbed her hand when he found her about an hour later. He pulled her with him to the balcony. After checking it was empty, he turned to her. “Are you seriously sleeping with Malfoy?”

Hermione shushed him. “Keep your voice down, would you? I don’t need everyone to know.”

“You should have thought about that beforehand then!” Harry snapped at her with a low voice. They clearly were everything but lowkey if he figured it out from one interaction. Harry finding out was actually her biggest fear. She couldn’t predict his reaction. He could swing both ways. He was Ron’s best friend, and she would understand Harry siding with him, but he was also her best friend… “How long?”

Hermione chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I didn’t exactly plan this. It just happened and then it kept going. It just snowballed and… Around 6 months.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “Ron does not deserve this…”

“And I do? Please, don’t pretend that you had no idea what he is doing. I am not stupid, Harry,” Hermione scoffed lightly. “I lost count of his affairs. I taped and glued my broken heart over and over, only for him to break it again. One day I had enough…”

Harry clenched his jaw but eventually nodded. Clearly, his loyalty towards Ron was stronger than to her, but she knew she could trust him not to say anything.

“Do you love him? Malfoy…” Harry asked. Hermione nodded, mouthing silent I do. “Does he love you?”

“I don’t know… I never told him either. But at this point I am willing to take the gamble,” Hermione admitted.

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Hermione flooed back to their apartment shortly after midnight. She stood in the living room briefly, listening to the sounds of the apartment. It was quiet. Ron was either out somewhere or asleep.

She tossed her clutch on the kitchen table, taking a deep breath as she looked around. This was home for the past 4 years. They moved here after she threw a tantrum over staying in the Burrow and Molly constantly being on her ass. She gave him an ultimatum – her or his mother. For whatever reason he chose her. Molly had a hard time adjusting but eventually came around to the idea of them having their own space. Not that it put her off of Hermione’s scent, but at least it wasn’t 24 /7.

She did not doubt that Ron loved her, in his own twisted little way. But she wasn’t everything he needed nor wanted.

Ron needed to be admired, worshipped. Hermione couldn’t do that. Not only she wasn’t that type of a person, but she knew him for way too long and way too well for that.

Ron was looking for Molly to his Arthur – he wanted a warm, homely partner, who would patiently wait for him to get home with a warm dinner and a kind word. Hermione wanted a career and was more than happy with a half-assed lukewarm dinner if it meant her life was moving in the right direction.

Draco was more of a partner than Ron ever was.

He was observant and picked up on things Ron wouldn’t even register. For her birthday he took her to Australia to see her parents – her Obliviation spell before the war was too strong and couldn’t be lifted, but at least she was able to talk to her parents as friends. He took her several times since too. Ron probably did not even know what happened to them, he never cared to ask.

Hermione and Draco were very much alike in many aspects – driven, determined, stubborn. They cheered each other on. He never questioned why she wanted to achieve something, but rather tried to help her figure out how to do it.

They fit in together effortlessly as two puzzle pieces. It felt right. They were on the same wave and Hermione loved how easy it actually was to maintain a relationship. With Ron, it was a constant uphill battle. With Draco? They were cruising.

And then there was something else Hermione discovered with Draco. She loved sex.

And this was something Ron couldn’t give to her, being stuck in his little ideas of what relationship is inside or outside their bedroom. Their sex life was more boring than of most married couples with 30 years together behind their belts. She usually just waited for him to be done and roll off of her.

Ron was her first for almost everything so for a moment Hermione thought that it is just the way things are. But Draco made sex exciting and enjoyable; just thought of his hands or lips on her body made her weak at the knees. Contrary to any preconceived ideas – he wasn’t a selfish lover.

“Back already?” Ron’s voice sounded from behind just when she was in the middle of making herself a toast to take the edge off of all the champagne.

“Yes. Think I had enough of alcohol at the Ministry’s expense,” she shrugged, briefly looking over her shoulder at him. “What are you doing up? I assumed you were asleep.”

“Wanted to make sure my fiancée got home safe,” Ron muttered.

Hermione turned around as she took a bite of her toast with a generous spread of strawberry jam over it. “That comes in clutch as I really want to talk to you about something…”

It wasn’t the best time, but she had to pull off the bandage now as long as she had the courage to do so. And before she had the opportunity to overthink Ron’s reaction.

Ron nodded, taking a deep breath. “If it’s about earlier. I am sorry, I was really out of line…”

“It is not… At least not exclusively. I was thinking about it for the longest time,” she started, fiddling with a loose thread on her dress with her free hand. “I want-”

“A baby?”

“-to break up.”

“What?”

“Absolutely not.”

They looked at each in complete silence for what seemed the whole eternity. The latest exchange was just the purest demonstration of how disconnected their relationship was. They arrived at polar opposites of conclusions, working with nearly identical information.

“Why?” Ron finally spoke and to his credit, he looked quite taken aback.

Hermione sighed; it was time to come clean. “I can’t keep doing this. I am tired, Ron. I really am. I am tired of getting home wondering if I will find you our bed with someone else or not.”

“I can change. I will stop-”

She shook her head. “No, Ron, you won’t. I cannot give you what you want, and I realized that at some point. And that’s okay…”

“I love you, Mione. You are everything I ever wanted…”

“I am not. Ron, let’s face the truth. You are looking for a version of your mom. Someone to be home, take care of you, and a ludicrous amount of children. I am not it; I don’t want to be…”

“Tell me what you want,” Ron refused to give up, inching towards her. Hermione stepped out of the reach of his grasp.

“I want you to respect my boundaries for starters,” Hermione said. Ron took a stunned step back. “I cannot and do not want to stay with someone just because it’s convenient. I can’t stay with you because every time you touch me-” her voice trailed off; she couldn’t believe she was about to admit to everything. “Because every time you touch me, I feel physically sick. Knowing that I am laying where Lavender laid, where Pansy slept… I cannot stay with you because every time you touch me, I wish it was Draco. I don’t love you. I am sorry.”

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as the weight of all the months of secrecy fell off of her shoulders. Ron stared at her in stunned silence. It was deafening. She could hear her own heartbeat, her breathing suddenly seemed too loud.

“What?” Ron finally forced out; his stare still fixated on her. He seemed more shocked by hearing Draco’s name than by the fact she was also cheating on him. “Out of everyone it just had to be Malfoy, huh?”

“Ron, trust me, it is not something that either of us planned… It just happened.”

The ginger wizard scoffed as he paced around their kitchen table, running fingers through his hair. “Don’t expect me to believe that.”

Hermione sighed. “Not everyone is doing things just to spite you, Ron. I am sorry, I really am. But… maybe this is for the best.”

Ron stopped and turned to her, wide-eyed. “For the best?”

“Yes, clearly we don’t work as a couple. We barely talk, we look for sex elsewhere… We are not meant to be,” she breathed out. Hermione did not expect Ron to object so much to the idea of breaking up. He surely must have been frustrated as much as she was. He was supposed to welcome it.

Ron defeatedly sat in the dining chair, squeezing the bridge of his nose, before he found the strength to look at her again. “So Malfoy… Is it just about sex?”

“Ron…”

“I think the least I deserve is some answers.”

Hermione bit her lower lip. “I think I’ve hurt you enough…”

“I want to know, Hermione,” he slammed a hand onto the table, startling her. The anger was slowly bubbling up towards the surface. “I really struggle to imagine that someone so frigid and uptight as you is leaving because of sex.”

Her chin dropped a little at his words, they were laced with venom. “Oh that’s rich coming from you,” she laughed as she snapped out of the shock. “But yes, it started off as purely about sex. Turns out I just need the right partner to enjoy sex. And the best thing? He lasts more than 5 minutes.”

“Get out,” he shot up from the chair, the color of his skin nearly matching his hair. “Get out now. You can come to collect your things when I am not here.”

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Hermione apparated into Kensington, not far from Draco’s apartment with nothing but just her clutch from earlier that evening. She hoped that Draco would be home already. She shivered, it was May in London, and she was wearing nothing but a strappy silk dress and rather ridiculous heels. She walked up to the main door of his building and knocked on the receptionist’s window, pressing him a smile. The old man knew her. She was here quite often.

“Ah Miss Granger, bit late for a visit, isn’t it?” he asked as he buzzed her in. Yes, Draco Malfoy was living in a muggle building in a muggle neighborhood.

“Bit of an emergency. Is Draco- Mr. Malfoy back?” He nodded as he stepped out of her way, letting her further into the building. “Thank you! Have a lovely rest of the night!” Hermione smiled at him again, waiting for the elevator.

She had no idea what she was doing here, and but she did not know where else to go. It was quite presumptuous of her to show up at his place, and just expect he will let her stay. They never talked about any form of spending prolonged time periods together, let alone moving in together.

Hermione hovered by his door for a few minutes before she found the courage to knock, listening to the sounds coming from inside of the apartment.

“Hermione?” Draco questioned as if he couldn’t believe she was standing right in front of him. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Can I stay?”

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #fanfiction #drabble

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Miss Lestrange Part 3 X Reader X George Weasley

Sorry it’s been a spell ;) I’ve been super busy with my new job and metal health kicking my ass. Also don’t get hung up over the spelling mistakes, my nails are so long and I always miss something out.

Summary: It’s going to be lonely tis Christmas or so you thought.

?!? Warning: Slight mention of self harm, Parental abuse.

Tag : @hopeladybug @supernaturalidjitjess @til-the-end-of-the-line

This year had gotten even crazier and it wasn’t even Christmas yet. Umbridge was terrified of you; Not long after your screaming match in her first lesson she called you to her office. She told you you were there to write lines but of course there would be a catch. As you started to write the words formed as scratches on the back of your hand. You looked up at her with her sadistic grin. You glanced back to your hand “Does the ministry approve?”

“Excuse me?” She cleared her throat.

You smiled “That’s what I thought.” You stared straight at her with a smile on your face.

“What are you?” Her grin was gone.

You put the torture quill to the parchment and started to scratch, scribbling a giant bunch of mess, never breaking eye contact.

“Stop it!” She screamed. “Get out!”

You collected your things still smiling. When you finally got to the hallway you stopped. “Owww.. merlin that hurt.” You held on to it with your other hand.

After all that she hadn’t even acknowledge you were even there. Every lesson, if she saw you in the hallways, you were invisible. It suited you fine.

I was approaching Christmas now and you just weren’t feeling it. Everyone would head back to their parents, their family’s have a really nice time and you would roam the empty halls all alone. Some kids would stay but it was no one you knew.

You went to leave the dungeons when Draco stopped you. “How you doing?”

“What do you want Draco?”

“I hear your joining the quidditch team.”

“And what if I am?”

He walked over to the table where there were two large boxes “Mother sent you these.”

“What the hell is that? I don’t need your charity.”

“It’s not charity. She was proud of you making the team, you got brand new kit and the best broom.”

“Oh…” Narcissa was the only person who had looked after you ever “Tell her thank you and that I’m sorry I can’t come home.”

“She understands.” He walked off and you took your stuff to your room.

“What’s that?” Pansy was in your dorm.

“Er Quidditch stuff.”

She pulled a face at you “How did you afford that? Aren’t you like an orphan?”

“Just because my aunt buys me things and can’t stand you doesn’t mean you have to be bitter.” You flashed her a sarcastic smile. “And besides.. my parents are very much alive.” Winking at her made her exit the room, fast.

When you left the dungeon Fred popped up out of no where. “It’s Christmas!” He shouted in your face.

“Fuck Fred! I know.. I’d like to make it to Christmas without having a heart attack.”

He laughed “Sorry, George wants to see you in the astronomy tower.”

“Okay, you know why?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Right..” You looked at him funny “A good one?”

He frowned at you “Is there bad surprises?”

“Well that heart attack you just gave me wasn’t pleasant.”

“Just go!” He pushed you forward.

He stood at the rail looking over the grounds. “Hey.” Your soft voice from behind him melted his heart. He turned to look at you “Hey beautiful.”

“Fred said you wanted to see me?”

He leaned in and just millimetres away from your lips he whispered “Always.” Causing your knees to almost buckle. He pulled away making you sad at the lack of contact. “I know you’re not looking forward to Christmas and I thought you could spend Christmas with us.”

You sighed “You know that’s the only thing I want to do but it’s not safe. I’m not putting your family in danger.”

“Shut up for a second.” His abruptness shocked you. “I have something for you.” He handed you a small box.

Inside was a necklace made of a chain and a beautiful crystal. “Oh George, this is stunning. What stone is this?”

“Well that’s the cool thing you see. This stone is enchanted and when wearing it anyone who uses dark magic can’t find you. It’s a protection stone.”

Your mouth dropped open. “So… so I can be with you?”

“And it gets better, I have spoken to my mum. We are staying at the Burrows to collect some things just for the first night and then we’re going to a safer location where the order meets. So you’re even safer.”

“George I don’t think you know what this means to me..” You threw your arms around his neck. “Thank you so much.”

You leaned back and looked at each other “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you George.”

Travelling to the burrows made you nervous at first. Every noise you heard your heart jumped. But George was there to squeeze your hand or wrap his arm around you. When you finally arrived looking up at the house your whole body relaxed. It felt like home.

“It’s no Malfoy Manor but it’s home.” Ron smiled at you though the mouth full of food he had some how found.

You smiled at them all “It’s beautiful.”

A small yelp made you jump “You’re home!” You turned to see the happiest woman covered in multi-coloured wool. She ran to the boys and hugged them. “How was the trip?” She turned to Ginny. “You all in one piece?”

“If it wasn’t for Fred’s driving.” Ginny snapped at him. He just shrugged in response.

She looked at you “Oh sweetheart!” She opened up her arms and squeezed you tight “You must be Y/N. How are you feeling deary?”

“Much better now I’m here. Your house is amazing Mrs Weasley.”

“Oh pff please call me Molly. George has told me so much about you.”

“Oh that’s not terrifying.” You could see the look in her eye. All the things she wanted to say to you but didn’t know how. You smiled and gave her a reassuring nod.

She squeezed both your hands “You must be starving.”

The food was incredible. Everyone sat there shovelling it in while all the siblings bickered. You heard Ginny from across the table “Ron I swear if you don’t put your elbows down I’ll tell Hermione you still have a blanky.”

His face turned bright red “No I don’t! And why would I care what she thinks anyway?”

You and George shared a look. Ron pointed a chicken leg at him “I saw that!”

After you had all finished you sat by the fire for a while. They all told stories from when they were children. Like George turning Ron’s chocolate into spiders or when Fred tried to hide the firework he made and blew up the toilet.

Your eyes started to get heavy. “Shall we head up?” George whispered in your ear. You nodded.

As you both walked up the stairs Fred whistled after you receiving the middle finger from you both.

You stood by his bed in just your t-shirt and shorts. He raised his eyebrows at you.

“What?” you said as you tied up your crazy hair into a loose bun.

“I’ve just never seen you like this.” His head propped up by his arm.

“What? Scruffy?”

“No!” He laughed “You know, we’ve just never been allowed in the same room alone like this.” He swung his legs off the bed and sat on the side.

You sat on his knee facing him, your knee’s either side of his legs. “You nervous Georgie?”

He placed his hand on your lower back to keep you steady. He smiled into a kiss “Far from it.”

After a few minutes of kissing you leaned back. He groaned from the lack of contact. “Sorry I gotta pee.”

“Down the stairs next to mum and dads room.”

You did an army salute as you left. The idea of him lying there in just his boxers, waiting for you. You practically leapt down the entire flight of stairs.

Leaving the toilet you could hear raised voices coming from Molly and Arthurs room. You weren’t rude enough to listen to a couples argument but then you heard your name.

“You are not listening to me Molly.”

“I am but you’re talking nonsense.”

“No I’m not.. Did you see her at the table? She can already do things without her wand!”

Hearing them talk about you in a bad way hurt you deep.

“We knew she was going to be powerful. There was no question in that. Arthur she is only a child.”

“How can you trust her? Not only is she powerful she is literally the spit of Belatrix. How can you just let her into our home?”

“You are just paranoid. George trusts her!”

“He is blinded by love! Or by a spell she put on him. I think she should leave.”

Tears started to roll down your cheeks. Maybe he was right. Maybe you should leave, you were selfish to think that you could live a normal life with someone you loved. What you thought you would get married and have children? Live a normal life? You were just kidding yourself. Prolonging the time till your mother got a hold of you again.

As you ran down the stairs you tripped over something making a right noise. You looked up the stairs as Molly Arthur and George ran to the stairs.

Tears blurred your vision as you ripped through the front door. You looked out into the vast fields around you. Without your broom there was no where to really go. Felling started to become overwhelming. You dropped to your knees and screamed. A circle of fire burst around you.

George stood in front of you the flames roaring between you. He looked down at you and noticed your hand wrapped around your necklace. “Y/N stop.. please listen to me.”

You couldn’t hear him over all the voices in your head, all the people telling you you were worthless, a bad guy, the devils daughter, nothing but a traitor, only good for wiping their feet on. You were completely unaware you were pulling on the necklace.

George knew you couldn’t take it off otherwise they would come for you. “Y/N please! Listen to my voice. Just mine.”

Slowly his voice pushed through the noise. Your breathing started to slow.

He got his arm and went to reach forward. “George!” Molly shouted “What are you doing?”

“She won’t hurt me.” He stuck his hand straight through the fire. To him it was almost cold. He stepped through and knelt down in front of you.

Him placing his hand over yours cause your eyes to burst open. “George?”

“Its me. You’re okay.”

As you fell passing out in his arms the fire disappeared. He held onto you tight. Scooping you up into his arms he walked back into the house. He placed you down on the sofa and lit the fire to keep you warm. The rest of the family stood looking at you both.

“Do you have an idea what she has been through?” He voice was sharp but not loud enough to wake you.

“All I said was that I’m not sure after everything that has happened we should trust her.” Arthur stood his ground.

“She doesn’t just burst into a circle of fire because someone doesn’t trust her. I am all she has.. Her own family want her dead and everyone else is too scared of her to even look at her. Do you know how she must feel? Her own mother almost tortured her to death.”

Arthur swallowed hard. “Maybe I was a bit harsh.”

“Maybe?” Ginny looked at him in disbelief.

Molly approached your sleeping body, she moved your hair out your face and stroked it gently. “Maybe she needs the love of a real family.”

George sat on the sofa and pulled you into his body. “That’s all she’s ever wanted.”

Molly smiled at him sweetly “And that’s what you’re going to give her?”

“That and the entire world if she wishes.”

She nodded “Then that’s what we’ll give her. This family.”

#george weasley #george weasley fic #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley fluff #fred weasley #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fic #harry potter imagine

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