#plus size hermione

[littlebit-of-art]

Some dramione smooches to help break the art block

[so-scarlett-maroon]

Entering the New Year: A Smutty Harmony One-Shot

Entering the New Year - So_scarlett_maroon - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

I wrote this for the Devious & Diverse New Year 2024 Fest hosted by @kinksofknockturnalley. The prompt was on the patio just outside the party. And needed to include at least one kink and some body positivity.

Those prompts led me to roommates, plus size Hermione exhibition kink fic.

[flowersinvegas]

can someone please rec some good dramione with plus size hermione????

I am in dire need

[lionizingheathen]

Masterlist By Character - Updated 8.21.24

I DO TAKE REQUESTS

Draco Malfoy

Miscommunication

Edging Sub!Draco after you catch him flirting with someone else in public

Precious

Draco finding release after a day in the office

Request

"Domdraco smut please??? I mean maybe with handcuffs and some kinks?"

Ginny Weasley

Take It Out On Me

Helping Ginny unwind from a stressful quidditch practice

Ron Weasley

Take it

"Are you sure you can handle it, baby?" Ron visiting his long distance girlfriend

Request

Hey, can you do an scenario with you and Ron Weasley under a blanket around your friends watching a movie and Ron decides to finger you quietly without anyone knowing?

Sirius Black

Quickly Now

Sirius hooking up with his best friend

Prove It

Sirius eating out his FWB

Just for You

Giving Sirius a handjob in front of friend

Request

"I really need jealous fwb Sirius after that last fic, I NEED it"

Request

"hey im new to your blog but I LOVE the way you write sirius, could we have more sirius content pLEAES (soft, dark, fluff, smut, ANYTHING you can give us pleaseee🥺🥺🥺)"

Request

"Anything with FWB!Sirius Black PLEASE!"

Request

"This is my first time making a request but can you do more of fwb Sirius x reader pleaseee I love your writing btw!! Thank youu"

Hermione Granger

Quietly

Fucking Hermione in the stacks of the library

Lily Evans

Roses

Eating Lily Evans out

Relax

Strapwarming Lily Evans

James Potter

Everything

Making boyfriend James Potter be rough with you for the first time

Think About It

Giving James a blowjob

Request

"james potter smut!! i love ur writing sm"

Request

"Please I need to see you writing something with dbf!James Potter (I would be so happy if you add some size kink too)"

Request

jealous fwb sirius but what about jealous fwb james???

Request

"love ur writing!! can I request riding james potter plssss"

Remus Lupin

We Always Have Time

Remus taking you against a wall

Agreement

Giving your flatmate, Remus Lupin a blowjob to help him relax

Request

"can you do a part 2 from Flatmate!Remus Lupin? Thank you <3"

Request

"Angsty request. Post! James and Lily’s death, reader/oc was Sirius’s girlfriend/fiancé but feels lost after his arrest. All she has left is Remus and they… uh… work off post-war stress with each other."

Regulus Black

Request

"you are the best smut writer i’ve ever come across im literally speechless. can you write more about sirius fwb or maybe even regulus i will take anything you write omg."

Pansy Parkinson

You've Earned it

Sub!Pansy Parkinson x DomFem!Reader

Harry James Potter

Request

"if you write for harry potter can you do harry potter smut? i love your fics :)"

Request

"umm face riding with harry?? pleaseee"

Luna Lovegood

Love me

First time sleeping with Luna Lovegood

Group

Request

"OK NOW I CANT STOP THINKING OF REMUS ACTUALLY LETTING SIRIUS (plus james maybe) HAVE A GO WHILE WATCHING HHHNGGGF??!??"

[pogueswrld]

*•.¸♡ make up sex ♡¸.•*

pairing: fred weasley x fem!plus-sized!reader

summary: Freddie talks too much, and his girlfriend is exhausting all the ways she knows to shut him up. Softly, of course.

warnings: smut🦢!1!1!1!1! there's plot and fluff, and everyone's of age ofc, although it is hinted that reader is still in Hogwarts, kinda sub!Fred top!reader, like he's whining and panting and begging and shit (bites lip) ANYWAY, dick riding hehe, no usage of y/n.

note: it is 2:59 pm on a Friday, let's see how fast I write this shit. note 0.2: Okay so it's 5:54 pm on the same day, I think I'm done. This isn't edited, but it took me 3 hours to write 😁

He was still talking. Why, in the name of Merlin, was he still talking?

Dating Fed Weasley is fun, there's no denying that, but Good Heavens isn't that a boy a handful. Both literary and figurative. He's got a wide imagination, a never-squelching desire for knowledge, and a big heart. That is a dangerous combination for a somewhat intelligent and never-quiet man.

She's a saint, his girlfriend, and Ginny made a point to always express that to her. "How do you put up with that all the time?" Gesturing to Fred, who was using his hands in elaborate motions as he went on his fourth rant of the morning on the same subject to George. She'd only shrug, lips engulfing another spoonful of whatever ice cream the girls were sharing. "In one ear and out the other darling."

Not to say that she hates it, or that it bothers her- quite the opposite actually. Fred's excited and hyper personality is what made him so interesting to her, it was what drew her to him in the first place. She enjoys listening to him rant, even about the most random things -he stopped her the other day and explained in great detail how penguins mate and how once the female accepts the male's proposing gestures, they're together for life- and she adores it.

Yes, it sure can be a bit much at times, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Imagine loving a man who was as boring and dry as his older brother, Percy? She would have to jump out of Ginny's bedroom window!

Today was her first day back in the Burrow from Hogwarts for summer break, and she was exhausted, to say the least. She was up from dawn, finishing up the last bits of her packing before leaving for the train station with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. And because she's a good friend, she made sure each of her friends made it to their transportation safely before she and Ron were picked up by Fred and George.

In the car, Ron opened the untameable can of worms by mentioning Bill who was staying over at the Burrow for the summer as well, taking a couple of months' worth of vacation away from the dragons and such. That was the spark Fred needed to blast off into a hundred rants one after the other.

He spoke about seeing Bill again, which is understandable, he hasn't been home in years. He spoke about the dragons, which led to his excited mention of his favorites and how he's going to ask Bill how it was training them. Then he turned to Quidditch training, and even though both him and George had left Hogwarts a year or so ago, the both of them still found time to play the game as a side hobby. After that was all done, George gave her and Ron and update on the shop, and Fred went on and on about all kinds of new candies and flavors and combinations they were working on to add to the store by the beginning of next year.

She was understandably tired by the time the Burrow came into view. And as much as she adores her boyfriend, she needed him to shut the fuck up for twenty minutes. But he's so sweet, and his eyes light up when talking, and he gets this beautiful energy surrounding him when he does it that she doesn't have the nerve to ask him to be silent for a bit. So she excuses herself and tries to bury her body under the covers of his bed.

But he finds her there, and he reports to her that dinner is ready, and that Bill is here, and that she looks so gorgeous on his bed, and that there's a strange animal in the backyard, and that Ginny tried to curse the bathroom when he went in to use it, and that he doesn't understand why she'd do that, and that George is out in the garage, and that-

She jolts up on his bed, her eyes twitching as she stares at him. He looks so beautiful, but he's talking too damn much. She cups his face, and he goes silent and stares at her with wide eyes.

"Wha'?" He mumbled, his lips squished together as she squeezed his cheeks.

"You talk too much, ya' know that?" She said, her thumb slightly caressing the apples of his cheeks.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Do' it bothe' yo'?"

She giggles breathlessly and lets go of his face before pressing her lips tightly against his. "Not all the time, but times like today..." She rests her forehead against his and sighs, "It can be a lot, and I need you to read the room and tone it down a little bit, d'ya think you can do that for me?"

He stares, something in his gaze changes, and he nods. "Of course, baby. Whateva' you want."

Great. Now she feels bad. She sighs and pushes past the blankets swallowing her to sit up on her knees. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, truly love you, and I don't mean to be mean to you, and you know I love it when you ramble, but I'm really overwhelmed today, darling. I'm sorry."

Fred wraps his arms around her waist in return, hugging her tightly. It's true that he can't always read the room, and now that he's no longer attending school he's got much more free time on his hands than he knows what to do with. It takes him a couple days to be able to read his girlfriend's body language like he used to once she's home from school, and he feels terrible that he was one of the reasons for making her feel so incredibly overwhelmed. He also feels slightly ashamed of his non-stop rambling all day.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling something into her skin that made her shiver and giggle away from him. "Stop," she breathes in a giggle, "It tickles."

He chuckles, his hands squeezing at the skin of her waist as he stares at her dreamily. "I said, I'm sorry I made you feel overwhelmed, I promise to try and do better."

She grins at him, so brilliantly, that he can't help but lean down and capture her lips in a soaring kiss. "I love you." He mumbles against her lips, and she smiles while trying to kiss him back. "C'mon now, love, let's go have dinner."

Her eyes darken; her pupils widen, and she smiles that mischievous grin that he adores so much, and he groans while throwing his head back. He knows exactly what is on her mind.

"I have a better idea." She whispers, giggling as she throws herself into his lap and kisses him with such force that she's pushing him down on his bed. He yelps, his hands traveling to the bed and her waist, holding on to her for stability. Bubbling heat travels across his body through her kiss, and he sighs when her cold fingertips trace down his arms, sending goosebumps across his body.

Her kisses transfer from his lips to the sides of his mouth, his cheeks, down his jawline, until she's pampering open-mouthed kisses across his neck like stardust.

He sighs, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillow. "Please," He breathed, a low whine undertoning his voice. She shivers above him, her teeth grazing his skin in a teasing bite.

She's always hated the effect his voice has on her.

"Please what, darling?"

He whines. It's low, for her ears only, it's a barely-there breath, but his mouth is right next to her ear and she hears him loud and clear. Her panties dampen almost immediately.

"Please touch me," He whispers. His hands gripped tightly to her thighs. He knows better than to roam her body without permission. She pulls back slightly, blinking up at him with a soft smile and long lashes. "But I am touching you, Freddie."

He knows this game. This cruel, cruel game she adores to play. He whines in pretentious of hating his role, but his hips buck, and his cock twitches underneath the fabrics of his boxers and trousers.

He slowly traces one of his hands from her thighs to her palm before letting her fingers rest on his aching cock. He guides her hands to gently rub him through his clothes and he lets out a breath when her fingers squeeze around him. "Touch me there." He gasps.

She entertains him, allowing him to set the pace and buck into her hold. He releases deep breaths and low whines, stuttering moans every time she tightens her grip around him. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, how his eyes are shut desperately, his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and her name is gasped out of his throat with every other movement. It makes her feel powerful, it makes her entire being vibrate.

"That's enough." She mumbles, pulling her hand out of his grasp and bathing in his complaining whines as she pulls off her shirt. He blinks up at her, watching her boobs bounce in the push-up bra she's wearing before she unhooks it and slides it off her shoulders. He blinks again and swallows whatever drool and saliva has gathered in his mouth, causing his Adam's apple to pop along with the action. She smiles at the sight and quickly bends down to leave a swift kiss on it.

"Take off your shirt." She commands him, and he does so without hesitation, throwing the garment somewhere on the floor of the room he shares with his twin brother. He watches her hands intensely as she teases him by running her thumb on the inside of her trouser's elastic, before slowly pulling the item down and off. He groans at the sight of his favorite panties on her; a partially lacey red thong that settles up between her butt cheeks. She always told him how uncomfortable it made her, but the look on his face when he saw it on her made every second she spent wearing it worth it.

"You're trying to kill me, love?" He groans, daring himself to take a dangerous leap and push his thumb against the damp cloth, pushing down on where he knows her clit hides. He glances up at her, watching the way her lips part and her mouth hangs open at his action.

"And what am I to tell George when he asks? Death by a red thong?"

He grins up at her, picking up the speed at which he's rubbing on her bud of nerves. "Only if you're the one wearing it."

She shudders, forcefully holding herself back from grinding against his thumb. Instead, she grips his wrist and pushes it away from her. She hooks two fingers on each side of his trousers and boxers before meeting his eyes, watching as he licks his lips and nods before pulling the clothing items down his hips and legs.

His cock bounces out from underneath the fabric happily, it smacks against his lower abdomen and she giggles at the sight of precum beads rolling down his slit. He whines, throwing his arm on his face to cover the embarrassing blush that matched his hair color. "Don't laugh at me, why're you so mean to me today?"

Her giggle grows louder, and she leans down to push his arm off his face. "I never intend on being mean to you, my darling, you just bring it out of me. I'm sorry." She mumbles as she meets his gaze, her hand cupping one side of his face and he leans towards her touch. "Don't hide from me, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good boy."

He whines, his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw drops when her fingers wrap around him again, but her thumb is collecting his precum before spreading it down his length before she works a steady rhythm going up and down. His whines slowly turn into moans. His noises were so heavenly that she could swear her wetness was flowing through the fabric of her thong and onto the skin of her thighs.

She sees his muscles contracting and she stops, removing her hand from him altogether. He opens his eyes, blinking up at her in confusion as a noise of complaint slips out of his throat. But he swallows it back up when he sees her push her thong to the side and spread her folds before sitting on his length, and she grinds back and forth on him without actually allowing him access to her.

He groans, throwing his head back. She's coating him in her juices and there's a delicious squelching noise coming from between them and it's driving him insane. He sucks air into his lungs through clenched teeth and shudders when she allows a single moan to slip through her parted lips.

Suddenly, he's engulfed in her warmth and he hisses. His hands grip tightly to her thighs, hips, and any plump skin he can find. He squeezes her, hissing, and pants until he's sheathed completely inside of her. "Slow down," He gasps, "Slow- slow down, slow down, slow down." His voice turns from low breaths to almost high-pitched whines, and she leans down and captures his lips in a silencing kiss.

"Need you to lay here and keep your pretty mouth shut, darling, can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me so your family doesn't hear us fucking?" He whines, hips bucking into her warm cunt causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he nods mindlessly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll be quiet. Fuck- please, baby, please fuck me."

She giggles at his desperate whines, and slowly rocks her hips back and forth, just enough movement to send pleasure jolts but not enough to get them going. She was testing the waters, trying to see how loud he could get without giving him much of anything.

Fred was losing his mind, he could feel her walls clamp down on him every time she moved back, and he could feel himself nudging against her feel-good spot every time she moved forward. Her wetness made a mess out of both of them, making it easy to slide into her and pick up the pace.

He arched his back slightly, just enough to hint at her to go faster. Because she was starting to feel frustrated, she obliged. She switched from grinding down on him to bouncing, her knees and hips working overtime to not make a noise every time her ass cheeks met his thighs.

She's now moaning, leaning down to muffle her noises by his neck or breathe them directly into his ear. Fred's eyes roll to the back of his head every time, and his hands grab onto the fat of her hips to help her.

"I-" She gasps, pushing herself upwards, clamping down on him tightly before forcing deep thrusts with her movement. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpers, and her legs begin to shake and fail her. Fred let out a loud breath that turned into a whimper before pushing himself up and, with a tight hold of her hips, forced her up and down his cock.

"Wa- wanna feel you. Wanna feel you gush around me. Give it to me, please." He whines, his words muffled into her temple, his eyes closed as her walls flutter around him, her body shivering against him and her lips part in long whines. One of his hands sneaked in between them, and his thumb drew quick circles around her clit, just enough to electrify her over the edge.

She freezes up, squeezes down on him and Fred is gone. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly down on him, the repeated squeeze of her walls stimulated him over the edge and they were shaking through their highs together. Her hands were buried in his hair, his hands holding onto her hips, while their lips interlocked in an overflowing kiss.

A few seconds later, their mouths parted as they gasped for air, holding onto one another as their highs dwindled. He traced random shapes on her bare back while she scratched at his scalp in a way she knew he loved.

He was the first to pull back, looking up at her with nothing but love and adoration. He tilts his head and grins, "Do you still want to go down for dinner?"

She laughs, heartily and loudly out of his arms and back onto the bed. "If you'll be going downstairs for a plate, get me one with you. There's no way I can look your mum in the eye after this."

[chubbyreaderwriter]

I’m not sure you do requests, but if so could you please do - Where Sirius and Remus are your parents and hear someone making fun of you at grimmauld place - obviously you don’t have too, love your imagines btw

This is adorable!

In Trouble

Parent! Remus x Chubby/Plus Size Reader x Parent! Sirius

Imagine: Your parents overhear Ron being a little too honest with you and decide to take the situation into their own hands.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: bullying?

Masterlist

You weren’t sure exactly when this little feud started with Ron, but it had slowly progressed over time. It wasn’t quite strong enough for you to say you despised each other, the two of you could feign civilness in front of your shared friends and the adults of The Order. The first couple days at Grimmauld Place were miserable for you, without Harry to keep him occupied Ron had took it upon himself to wreak havoc on your belongings. It was your luck that the red haired boy had never had the best knack for charms and all your cursed, flying books were quickly ceased from their attempts to collide against your head. Hermione had tried reasoning with him but there was little effort in her recent attempts, given how you stopped down to his level and retaliated by turning his skin blue. Of course, you had successfully convinced Hermione that it was the twins who had put you up to such a prank, further planting the seed into her head that you were just an innocent bystander in the whole thing.

You hadn’t told your parents of what was happening between you and Ron, not knowing how they would react. Even in the wizarding world, they would not be considered normal parents. You knew all about their notorious past at Hogwarts and the Marauder’s Map. While you didn’t like a single thing about Ron, you didn’t particularly feel like watching him be crucified in front of your eyes should your fathers be revealed the truth of your sudden mood swings. Thankfully, Harry’s presence along with the return of the missing Aurors of the Order had distracted you both to put your squabbling at ease for the time being, focusing on your mutual friend. All had gone smoothly for the first night, but on the second evening, you had told Hermione to head to dinner without you, promising you would be following her shortly. You had finished brushing your hair and headed down one of the many long, narrow corridors to get to the dining room where everyone was waiting.

A small creak of the floorboards behind you prompted you to turn around and your eyes instinctively rolled at the familiar sight of red hair and blue eyes. You folded your arms over your chest and scowled at him, “Following girls around now? Should’ve known you were a creep.” Ron’s fists clenched at his sides and his face already turning a bright shade of red, causing a smirk to appear on your own. The taller boy stepped closer, glaring down at you, “As if I’d be following a pig like you anywhere, maybe you should go back to your room so there’ll be food left for the rest of us.” Ron had made little comments about your weight before, it was all his intelligence could come up with to insult you about. You weren’t bothered by his opinion of you, especially when you knew he was wrong. You scoffed and held your arms by your sides, not backing down from him, “You’re one to talk, shovelling shit down your throat for everyone to see. Go learn what basic manners are, if that’s not too difficult for you to understand.”

Your eyes glanced up at a very prominent vein poking out of Ron’s forehead and it took a small amount of effort not to laugh at how obviously worked up he was. He opened his mouth but before another word could come out of it, a hand clasped you both on the shoulder and your attentions were turned to your fathers standing to the left of you both. Remus put his arm around your shoulder, “Come come pup, we’re all waiting for you two, people will get the wrong idea.” Your face heated up in rage and disgust at the mere thought of anyone thinking you would even consider the possibility of doing anything with that horrid boy. Remus chuckled at your expression, “I’m only joking, we’re all well aware of how much you hate each other, but unfortunately, you can’t go about hexing people just because you don’t like them in the real world.” You frowned, “Why ever not?” Your father shook his head as he sat you down at the table next to him.

Sirius’ hand firmly gripped Ron’s shoulder to the point of being painful, causing the boy to wince from the pressure on his shoulder. Unbeknownst to the both of you, they had heard everything between the two of you and it had taken most of Remus’ strength to hold back Sirius when he heard Ron talking about your weight. Sirius smiled at Ron but it disappeared once you were out of sight, pushing the boy against the wall, taking his wand out and pointing it towards the cowering child in front of him, “If you even dare to think about talking to my dear little pup like that again, I’ll make you wish you were never born. Do you understand?” Ron whimpered as Sirius gently patted his cheek and ruffled his hair, putting his wand away in his cloak, “Atta boy, now hurry before your mother worries. I’d hate to have to tell her how you’ve been treating girls.” The fear of both Sirius and his mother was enough to make Ron dash into the safety of the dining room, his tail between his legs, and quickly sit next to Hermione and Ginny. He didn’t dare to look in your direction for the entirety of the week and you were more than grateful but you knew that something had happened outside of your knowledge.

Cut to a few hours later and it was nearing midnight, you had yet to hear another peep from the ginger boy despite there being a few instances he could have jabbed a quick insult in here and there. But no, he just kept his head down and didn’t seem to be able to look you in the eye, not even speaking to you at all. Don’t get me wrong, you were delighted with the change but you were curious to find out what brought it on. Your eyes looked over at your parents and the way Sirius was glaring at Ron told you everything you needed to know. You smiled to yourself and walked over to them, they were stood in the kitchen helping Molly clean up after dinner.

You wrapped your arms around Remus in a hug, “Night dad, night pops.” Remus didn’t hesitate returning your hug and let you go after a few moments to let you hug your other adoptive father. You hugged Sirius close and mumbled in his ear, “You didn’t have to tell him off you know, I had it handled.” Sirius chuckled and stroked the top of your head with his hand, looking down at you with a fond smile, “Oh I know you did dear, but I couldn’t help it, i have to keep my pup safe and happy at all times.” You smiled to yourself and gave Sirius another quick hug before heading upstairs to bed for the night. Once under the sheets you snuggled up to a black wolf teddy that your parents had gotten for you when you were little. You held it close to your chest as you drifted off to sleep, comforted by the fact you had the best parents you could ever wish for.

[vukovich]

24K9

A daily(?) kinktober Tumblr fic. Will post to AO3 on American Thanksgiving, 2023.

Harry is a K9 unit Auror. Draco is the Ministry Kennelmaster. How could that possibly lead to anything?

Tags: collaring, top Draco, sensual pet play, touch starved Harry, bathing, shaving, rescue dog feels, other tags TBA, maybe dark draco ending?, maybe werewolves?, definitely coming untouched though, just blasting rope man

--

Chapter One

“I assure you, Auror Potter,” drawled the Patronus, speaking even before it found its full form, “there is nothing wrong with your partner.”

Malfoy’s tone was patronising, as though he were telling Harry that the monsters under his bed weren’t real, and to go back to sleep.

Next to Harry’s desk, his ‘partner�� had managed to catch his tail and was currently gnawing on it with nothing short of ardour.  K9 Auror Wurst, aka RottWurst, clamped down on his fluffy tail so hard, Harry swore he heard a crunch.

The bright fog condensed into a direwolf the size of a modest pony.  It was the perfect symbol for Draco Malfoy.  A pale, leggy, sharp-toothed relic of another time.

“And I assure you,” Harry spat, “Kennelmaster Malfoy, that this mutt’s fucking touched in the head.”

The mutt in question was eighty-plus pounds of Rottweiler-poodle abomination.  He looked like a St Bernard had dug into an avalanche, missed the humans, and hit a thousand-volt power line instead.  The curly white fur on his belly was caked with mud, and his brown muzzle still had bits of grass clippings on it.  The rest of him was black, save his brown eyebrows and speckled ears.

“He keeps alerting to sex magic, not dark magic.  It’s fucking embarrassing.  Dragged me across Hyde Park.  I had to use a Confundus on him to get him back to the office.”

The direwolf was so still that Harry blinked twice to make sure the shape wasn’t burned into his retinas.  It was a bloody showboat of a Patronus.

It was so bright that it brought out the dinginess of Harry’s office.  The yellow carpet had a pale brown trail between the door and Harry’s desk chair.  The corners of the ceiling had cobwebs, and the baseboards held an unhealthy amount of dust.

The fresh dog piss on the floor didn’t help things.

“I mean, he’s not worthless,” Harry added.  “But Robards said he can’t reassign him to Vice.  That he doesn’t have that authority.  So it must be you who has to do it.”

It was a little risky to bypass Robards the way he had, contacting Malfoy directly.  He probably should have made an appointment with his assistant or something.

But he’d been angry, so he’d pulled an interdepartmental priority Howler out of his desk and sent it.

There was probably a DMLE protocol for contacting a member of the Wizengamot.  There was a DMLE protocol for everything but wiping his arse.  Actually, they probably had one for that, too.

Harry blinked again.  His eyes were dry.  He was on hour seven of a twelve-hour shift.  After this, he’d get another coffee.

The direwolf shifted its weight, then leaned back, hindquarters high, in a deep stretch.  Its paws spread out in front of it.

Harry wondered if Malfoy was actually stretching.  And what that might look like.

It’d been years since he’d seen Malfoy in person.  Just in the papers, and only in the background of Wizengamot photos.  He’d been called to his Wizengamot seat the day after his thirtieth birthday, having met the minimum age.  They hadn’t called Hermione to hers until she was thirty-two.  She’d die mad about that.

The direwolf laid down, then yawned.

Harry yawned.

Wurst yawned.  Then farted.

Harry thought to check the time.  2:30 AM, according to his wristwatch.  He’d been on the clock for fourteen hours.  Not seven.

“Shit,” Harry said.

He’d woken a member of the Wizengamot at 2:30 AM.  And an important one.  

The direwolf sighed and tucked its muzzle under its paw.  Harry held his breath.  Maybe Malfoy would fall asleep.

Maybe he’d doze off, and he’d think he dreamt he got a Howler in the middle of the night from a burnout beat cop at least six rungs below him.  Maybe.

The direwolf sighed again, then drifted away like will-o'-the-wisps on the wind.

Maybe Malfoy wouldn’t report this.

Maybe.

Maybe Robards wouldn’t kill him.

He drummed his fingers on his desk.  If he did get written up, it’d be his sixth this year.  Two of them were for failing to meet dress code, but the shaving regulations were stupid, and the hygiene one was just weird.

Still.  

Wurst looked at him.  He looked at Wurst.

Nothing would happen.  His talk with Malfoy had only lasted a few seconds.  He’d think it was a dream.

It would be fine.

“It’ll be fine,” Harry told Wurst, ignoring the sweat on his palms.

Wurst’s nostrils flared, and then an ivory envelope slid under the door.  It sat on the grimy carpet for a moment, then folded itself into a swan.  With a few wingbeats, it landed on Harry’s desk and unfolded itself.

Inside was a business card.

Draco L Malfoy Wizengamot Member, Kennelmaster Warminster BA13 4SH UK

“Shit,” Harry said.

He flipped the card over.  On the back was an appointment date and time.  Tomorrow.

“Fuck.”

Robards was going to kill him.

--

[reigningqueenofwords]

Let Me Prove You Wrong

Pairing: Sam x plus size!reader Word count: 1,498

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex Request: Anonymous. Hello! I’m in a Sam mood. Dean gets laid alot and I would like something where the reader is kinda chubby but adorable and dean leaves with some girl from the bar and she notices Sam is annoyed by it. She thinks she’s unloveable even though she hasn’t told anyone and tries to cheer Sam up by going home and playing some board games. It ends up taking an sexy turn as Sam is interested in her but she doesn’t see it because she thinks she’s unloveable. She admits it to Sam and he proves her wrong.

Read on AO3

Sam rolled his eyes as he watched his brother leave with some bottle blonde. “Whatever.” He mumbled. Shaking his head, he downed the rest of his beer.

You were on the way back from the bathroom when you saw his face. Sam was the brother you had a thing for, not that you’d ever say anything. He had the body of perfection. You? Not so much. Once you reached the table, you smiled at him. “Come on.”

“What?” He glanced up at you.

“I say we go home and break out the board games.” You had some under your bed that never got used. Between hunting, and Dean…they collected dust.

That dimpled grin made it’s appearance before he got up. Sam loved spending time with you, it didn’t matter what the pair of you were doing. You’d been hunting with the boys a couple years now, and sometime along the way, he’d fallen for you.

And kept his mouth shut.

He figured it was safer that way, and he didn’t think you were interested in him. So, he suffered in silence, taking your friendship and being happy with just that.

“Go get snacks, Sammy. I’ll get the games.” You smiled up at him before turning towards the hall.

He watched you with longing for a moment before letting out a soft sigh and heading towards the kitchen. He knew all your favorite snacks, and figured he’d grab those first.snacks, and figured he’d grab those first.

“Dude!” You groaned. “Again?!” You didn’t understand how every time you played Monopoly, Sam got the best properties. You didn’t land on them once until he’d bought them.

He laughed, causing you to push him lightly. “You might as well just give me all your money now, Y/N/N.” He held out his hand.

Glaring at him playfully, you stuck your tongue out at him. “Nope. Not happening. One of these days I will be victorious!”

That made him laugh even harder. “We’ve played this how many times in two years and you have yet to beat me?”

“Shut up, Sammy.”

After he slaughtered you in Monopoly, you grabbed Clue. “Harry Potter edition!” You grinned.

“You want to play Clue with a hunter?” He smirked.

“I’m a hunter, too!” You pointed out as you set it out on the table. “And…it’s Harry Potter. Shush.” You were looking down as you pulled everything out, so you didn’t see the look he gave you. He loved how excited you got over things like this, and how your face lit up. “Who do you want to be?” You asked, looking up with a smile.

He shrugged. “I’ll be Ron.”

“I’ll be Luna.”

“I think you’re more of a Hermione.”

You blushed, handing out the house point tokens. “This is supposed to be played with more than two people, so we can always fudge the rules a bit.”

By the time you made it through Clue, and Sorry!, you were both somewhat sore from sitting. “Hey, I didn’t know you had Twister.” He grinned, grabbing it out of your box of games.

You shook your head and blushed. “That’s, uh, because I don’t play it.”

“I can tell. It’s still in it’s plastic.” He pointed out. “Why don’t we give it a shot?”

“No, it’s getting late, Sammy.” You lied.

He moved a bit closer. “I’d like to get tangled up with you, though.”

You stared at him, not sure what was going on with him. People didn’t look at you like…that. “Uh, what?” You asked.

“I’d like to play Twister with you, get tangled up with you, and see if maybe we can move on to other types of…‘Twister’ after.”

By now, your face felt like it was on fire. Literally. It was burning up. You shook your head. “No, Sammy. I-” Tears welled in your eyes. “I’m not the type of girl that guys fawn over, lust after, or fall in love with.” Grabbing your games, you started to pack up, Sam staring at you in shock. “It’s okay, Sam. I know that you’re just annoyed that Dean left with that bar skank.”

That did it for Sam. He took the box from your hands and made you face him. His hands cupped your face as he kissed you deeply. Your hands gripped his hips. “I love you, Y/N.” His breath hit your face. “I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“Sam, I’m not someone who’s lovable.” You told him quietly.

“Let me prove you wrong.” His hazel eyes locked with yours. “In any way I can. In every way I can.” You blinked, causing a tear to fall. Without hesitating, he gently licked up the tear. “Let me make love to you, let me make you breakfast in bed, make your coffee just the way you like it, make you mad when I leave a wet towel somewhere. Let me prove it.”

Something in you made you nod. Made you want to let him try. If anyone made you feel safe, it was Sam. “Okay.” You told him with a small smile.

Grinning, his hands slowly moved down your body to your thighs, surprising you when he was able to lift you, causing you to squeal slightly. “My room, or yours?” He chuckled.

Your arms were around his neck as he held you up. “Yours.”

Sam had placed you gently on his bed, his lips brushing down your neck. His hands pushed up your shirt, your bodies moving apart just long enough for him to pull it off of you. He rolled his hips as he laid between your legs. You felt the obvious bulge in his jeans. “That’s all for you, baby girl.” He groaned in your ear.

Your hands pulled his shirt up, feeling the tiniest bit brave at the moment. He grinned when his bare skin touched yours. Reaching behind you, he unhooked your bra, and you knew that was from practice. It joined your shirt elsewhere in his room, forgotten.

He moved down your body, worshiping your breasts. His tongue flicked against your nipples, making you whimper. Watching your face, he smirked when he sucked on one side, and then the other. “I can’t wait to hear you.”

Biting your lip, you watched as he kissed down your stomach, not the least bit bothered. You were chubby, you knew that. It was why you didn’t view yourself as lovable. You were nervous, but trying to push that down. His hands undid your jeans and pulled them down, taking your underwear with them.

“Sammy…” You breathed as he moved to lay between your legs.

He grinned at you. “I got you, baby girl.”

Before he let you reply, his face was buried between your legs. His tongue was moving against your clit, his hands gripping your thighs. Having someone go down on you wasn’t something you’d ever been a fan of. Until now. Sam growled against your soaking pussy, devouring you. You gripped his hair, your hips rolling slightly. Feeling him suck on your clit, you cried out for him. Your legs were shaking as he slowed down.

He crawled up your body, his eyes meeting yours. “Make love to me, Sammy.” You breathed.

“Anytime.” He smirked, getting out of bed long enough to strip the rest of the way.

His erection sprang free from the confines of his clothes and you inhaled. Even his cock was perfect. How was that even possible?

Sam settled between your legs, smiling down at you. “Are you sure?” He asked you gently.

Cupping his face with your hands, you pulled him in for a loving kiss. “I’m sure, Sammy.” You grinned.  

His lips moved against yours as he rolled his hips forward. You moaned into his mouth, your hands moving to grip his shoulders. As he rocked his hips, his lips moved to your neck. His touches were feather light almost, but held such love. His hand moved down your side to grip your ass, his thrusts becoming harder. “God, you feel so good.” He groaned, his forehead on your shoulder.

“Sammy!” You gasped as he changed the angle.

Moving to look at you, his eyes locked with yours. “I love you.”

It seemed to click for you more than ever that Sam fucking Winchester loved you. “I love you, too.” You breathed, smiling at him.

His face lit up before his lips captured yours. His hand went from your ass to grip the top of his headboard. “Sam!” You cried out as he slammed into you, his groans making you throb. “Fuck!” Clenching around him, your fingers dug into his skin.

He growled against you, close to cumming himself. Finally, he thrust into you one last time, moving to hold you tight. He chuckled as he buried his face in your neck.

“What?” You asked, still smiling.

“Who thought playing board games could lead to me finally telling you how I feel? Let alone fucking you?”

[miserythebanshee]

Evanescence

Mattheo x plus size!Reader

Warnings: Mild Language, Death of an animal

A/N: Each chapter will have a song associated with it, this chapter is Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott. (characters are aged up to 13)

W/C: 2k

Chapter 1

Unicorn Blood

The sun had finally set, giving room to the moon. Bea was making her way back from late night adventuring around the school property. She was hoping to find something that had not yet been tainted by other students. A place for her, but to no avail. Realizing how late it had gotten she, ever so quietly, made her way back to the slytherin common room. The halls of Hogwarts were extraordinary, enchanted candles at every turn, the beautiful architecture of each window and door frame. It truly was a wonder, especially at night. Bea always thought it was the best time to wander the halls. No one else was awake to bother you, or push you into the walls as they ran to class, even the ghosts were asleep. It was the most peaceful and calming time of day in the castle walls. That is until she heard voices. Is that Draco?. 

Draco Malfoy a cocky boy who she just so happened to be in the same friend group as. He definitely wasn’t her favorite person but was he really anyones. 

Along with the voice of Malfoy she heard the golden trio. This piqued the young slytherins' curiosity. Bea made her way over to the open room where the voices were coming from. As she peaked her head in, curious eyes began scanning the room, until they locked with a certain professor. 

“Ah Miss Holloway”, professor Mcgonagel announced, her voice echoing off the walls. All eyes were now off the professor and on the sneaking slytherin.  “It seems you children haven’t quite grasped the concept of curfew”, the older witch continues, “but no matter, I’ll let detention service as a reminder of why we should all obey curfews”, ending her statement with a small smirk. 

Everyone then turned back in attention to the professor. The blonde headed slytherin also painted his face with a smirk and a quick laugh. No doubt thinking that the detention was not for him as well. 

“And why are you laughing Mr. Malfoy”, Mcgonagel questioned the young boy before her, “no matter how “heroic” your actions seemed to be, you were up pasted curfew too”, her smirk growing wider as Dracos fell as quickly as it appeared, “you will be serving detention with them, you as well Ms Holloway”, looking past the four children in front of her to make sure Bea acknowledge what she has said. With a small nod the black haired girl sent her acknowledgment. 

-------Time Skip To Detention—-----

Hermione, Ron, Harry, Draco, and Bea were all gathered at the entrance of the forbidden forest. This is where they were meant to serve their detention. Bea didn’t mind really; she enjoyed the calm and quiet energy of the forest, it reminded her of the forest Honey, Luna, and her would spend hours in as children. Draco on the other hand did not, his protests verbal and quite whiny. The golden trio didn’t say much but by the looks on their faces, especially Rons, they as well did not want to enter that forest. 

Hagrid split them up, Hermione and Ron with him and Harry, Draco, and Bea with each other. Draco, of course displeased with the pair, let out a scoff, crossing his arms and announcing that he would like to take Fang. Hagrid of course agreed but warned of how much of a coward Fang was. The cocky blondes face dropped, a look of anxiety overtaking his features

The groundskeeper then spoke up, “well we best we on our way, yeah”, making his way to the beginning of the forest gesturing for Harry’s group to go one way while the rest went another. 

The whole way through Draco ranted about how his father will hear about this, about how he's not scared and that Harry probably is. The golden boy, as many called him, interrupted Draco and began an argument. The curly headed girl wanted none of this, she continued to walk along with Fang in search for whatever it was they were looking for. 

Bea suddenly came to a stop with Fang hiding behind her, tail between his legs. She looked down at the sight before her. The boys soon stopped as well, finally seeing what had stopped Bea in her tracks. 

There laid a unicorn, dead, above it a figure hidden in a black cloak drinking its blood. The haunting figure soon stopped. Looking up at the three children and the cowardice dogs, it then stood up, walking closer, and closer. Draco and Fang soon began running away from the scene, screaming as though he was the one being chased. The two left backed away slowly. Bea backed away behind the trees overflowing roots, while the ladder backed away over a root, tripping and falling down. The figure continued its slow pursuit towards the frightened boy. In that moment Harry and Bea believed that would be Harry's last moments, Bea saying a silent goodbye to the boy in her head. 

As it seemed like Harry's time was up, Bea heard hooves approaching fast, then a horse humanoid creature dropped down between Harry and the ghostly figure. The girl soon recognized it as a centaur. The centaur raised its hooves and let out a chorus of loud neighs, successfully scaring away the ominous creature. It turned back to Harry, warning him of the danger the forbidden forest posed to the young wizard. Seemingly not caring about that, the boy spoke up, asking what that creature was. The centaur explained the crimes and curse that falls upon whomever choses to slay a unicorn and ingest its blood.

 He then flipped the question on Harry and asked a question of his own, “who do you know that could commit such a violent act to something so pure?”. 

After a few seconds of thought the boy spoke softly in response, “Voldemort”.

‘Voldemort!’ Bea explained in her head, her thoughts continued, ‘Voldemort is back, Mattheo was right…’

The young witches train of thought was soon cut off by a booming voice. It was Hagrid, followed by Hermione and Ron. After a few more words were exchanged Firenze, the centaur, ventured off. The group of young wizards & witches, with Hagrid, soon made their way back to hogwarts

------The Next Night—------

“So where were you last night Bea”, Pansy questioned, eyes narrowed at her dorm mate. 

This question piqued the curiosity of the other of the four of the other young Slytherins, with Mattheo seemingly not caring & lost in his thoughts. The recipient of the posed question looked up from her textbook. Bea truthfully did not want to answer that question. She knew she couldn’t lie seeing how Draco, who got detention with her, was in the room with them. But if she answered truthfully then she’d have to explain why she was out past curfew, and that was not something she wanted to do. 

“I'm gonna go for a walk”, the curly headed boy spoke, abruptly getting up from his spot on the couch and making his way out of the Slytherin common room. 

Bea let out a breath of relief, being saved for a little bit from the posed question. The rest of the Slytherin group stared at the door Mattheo had just exited from. Confusion lacing all of their expressions. Lorenzo then looked at Theo, expecting him to know why his best friend suddenly left. The boy simply shrugged, signaling that he, as well, had no idea what had gotten over him. 

After a second to long of silence Draco voiced, “So Holloway why were you back late last night?”, a knowing smirk covering his face. Everyone's eyes were back on the girl in question. 

Not wanting to answer, the young witch took Mattheos' lead. Swiftly getting up and announcing that she had to go talk to her sister about something. Once again looks of confusion and curiosity painted over everyone's features. Then just as quickly as the first time they directed their attention back to something else. 

Now Bea didn’t totally lie about why she left, she did in fact have to tell someone something, she just lied about the someone. Sense finding out about the return of Voldemort the long haired witch knew she had to warn Mattheo. Recently he opened up to Theo, confessing he was scared of the day the dark lord returns, the day his dad returns. This confession was sparked by something Theo had said, but it also seemed like something the young boy did want to get off his chest. This was a confession Bea was sure she wasn’t meant to hear. 

The witch did want to harm Mattheo now of what she saw the night prior, but she knew doing it herself wouldn’t end well. So she had to think of something. And think of something she did.

Mattheo walked through the forbidden forest alone. He came here because he swore he saw something, but it couldn’t have been no. Thoughts plagued Mattheos mind about what it is he saw from the common room window the curiosity and anxiety overcame him that’s why he’s here now. Alone. As more and more thoughts swirl through Mattheo mind he feels a pair of eyes following him from the distance. Turning around to see what’s stalking him he comes face to face with a wolf, the castle wolf specifically. The castle wolf was an abnormal wolf who wondered the halls of Hogwarts no one knew who it belonged to or where it lived all they new is during the days it would come to Hogwarts and at night it would wonder off to the forbidden forest and because of that no one dared to follow.

“Oh, it’s just you” Mattheo whispered to himself and the wolf. It stalked closer to Mattheo then passing him, but not before signaling for him to follow the mysterious creature. Without, ok with a little hesitation, Mattheo followed the wolf. They stopped at a more secluded, deeper part of the forest,

Mattheo looked down to the wolves eyes and questioned “why’d you bring me here mystique”. Mystique had been a name some students started calling the wolf because of its mysterious life and soon enough it was its given name.

“What’s up?”, Mattheo questioned the animal. Mattheo then followed the gaze of the animal to what he’d assume it brought him here for, there was a unicorn, a dead one. Mattheo knew what that meant, what the fate of killing a unicorn had in store for anyone so brave or vile, he also knew the only person who could possibly be so cruel and evil to do this. His worst fears were proven, he’d returned. Proving not only what Mattheo saw in the forest earlier that day wasn’t just his mind playing tricks on him but also confirmed that feeling he had. Deep down his, somewhat, quiet life at Hogwarts was coming to an end and the monster Mattheo tried so hard to keep at bay would be awakened. Not by him, but by his father. Voldemort was back.

“Shit” Mattheo whispered to himself, the comment was laced in worry and a tinge of fear. “I have to tell Theo about this” he continued. Looking around at where he was. Mattheo soon realized that not only he’d never been this far into the forest but when we followed the wolf he never made a mental map of where they were going, like he’d usually do when coming to new places, as to prevent getting lost. The wolf then looked at him whining a bit to get his attention.

“What?” He asked, without uttering another word the wolf looked into Mattheos eyes then started walking away, even though it had muttered no word he knew the wolf was telling him to follow it and so he did with no complaints.

They had finally reached the edge of the forbidden forest, “Thank you mystique” Mattheo said to the wolf while crouching down and attempting to pet its head, a successful attempt. Mattheo was surprised by the wolves actions knowing that the only ones that it allowed to touch it was Honey Holloway and Luna Lovegood. Mattheo always assumed it was those two because of their extremely kind hearts and immense love for all creatures, but now you were letting him pet you, though that only lasted for a bit. The wolf soon pulled away from Mattheo and run back into the forest.

A/N: Next chapter will be posted tomorrow!

[broomsticks]

What was the HP fandom on AO3 writing in 2022?

some stats diving, ship- and femslash-focused.

default filters used for everything unless indicated otherwise: language: english, no crossovers. only on AO3 (obviously)

hmm someday i'll do a yearly breakdown maybe.

for reference, there were ~324,676 total works in the HP tag updated in 2022 and before, so the top ship Drarry makes up 16% of HP works.

ships in this list but not the former: jegulus, dorlene, and regulus & sirius.

ships in the former list but not this one: snarry, sevmione, tomarry.

harry the character is tagged in 42.7% of all HP works.

the list of "fastest-growing HP character tags in 2022" was almost identical to this. sirius, remus, james, and lily went up one place, severus and ginny down by one, and ron dropped by two. no change in the top 3.

i'm thinking of doing one for HP ships but am unsure which ships to do. you can get a rough estimation from graph #2 though!

A closer look at just the 2022 ships:

filters used: english, no crossovers, works updated between 2022-01-01 and 2022-12-31.

color = ship type by canonical gender. outlined = canon ship

Background vs main pairing ships:

most commonly tagged ships, with the otp:true filter:

very pretty spread of (canon gender, not AO3 category) F/M & M/M ships here.

notable: there is not a single snape ship in the first list, and two snape ships in the second (sevmione at #4 !! and snarry at #8). grindeldore is the other new entry, and

romione, dorlene and regulus & sirius fell out of the top 10

this is probably a better view though:

a mix of all ships in either of the top two graphs (excluding the platonic ship regulus & sirius by definition of the otp:true filter), plus remadora.

open to more ship suggestions, but at some point i need to think about a size cutoff

anyway: some interesting strata here:

snarry+sevmione at the >60-70% mark. (do all snape ships show this trend? just crossgen snape ships? what about other crossgen ships? to be investigated)

grindeldore is an expected outlier due to the different canonical time period

marauders era tends to have more fics-with-multiple-tagged-ships. unexpected - there are so many more named lightning gen characters! lightning gen fandom more splintered/fragmented?

clustering of canon couples at the 15-20% mark, surprisingly consistent across marauders vs lightning gen

oooooo i could soapbox about this dorlene outlier for days. (tldr: if you want to write OFCxOFC that's all well and good, but writing OFCxOFC as what's quite clearly a background ship and a background ship alone? i think we can do better.)

Multi-shipping & ship overlap

marauders era is dominated by one main fanon pairing. no other “/” pairing with either of these two characters makes the top 10 list. in contrast, wrt lightning gen, Draco, Harry, and Hermione are all shipped with each other, with all three combinations making the top 10 list.

there is one pair of marauders era ships with ship overlap, though. which means stats! also included remadora as an additional comparison point since that's another big overlapping ship

jegulus AND jily are tagged in 675 works, out of 3944 works (17%) where all three of james, lily, and regulus are tagged.

meanwhile drarry + dramione: 80 works tagging both ships, out of 8128 works tagging all 3 characters, with an overlap of <1% fics tagging both ships. these two do not mix.

actually ykw this all was very funny

---

✨ FEMSLASH! ✨

filters used: english, no crossovers, works updated between 2022-01-01 and 2022-12-31, and category:F/F.

ok so that's a complete nonstarter 😂

tried two ways of filtering down to just femslash ships without losing too much else in the process:

1) excluding works tagged M/M, F/M, and Gen (leaving 2765 fics)

dashed outline = cross-gen ship. solid = marauders gen. everything else = lightning gen.

oh, interesting, people are writing genderbend wolfstar? *checks fics* -- no they're not. 'nuff said.

2) instead, tried adding the otp:true filter (2402 fics)

very similar results -- both lists had the same 9 femslash ships. Bellamione (#1 on both), Fleurmione (#2), Pansmione (#3/#4), Dorlene (#3/#5), Linny (#4/#6), Cissamione (#5/#6), Ginmione (#7/#9), Marylily (#7/#9), Ginsy (#8/#10).

i don't see any obvious trends re. which ships are ranked higher on one list vs the other.

a real quick rating comparison between categories, using the otp:true filter:

"angst" and "fluff" were the top two tags used for most categories so i decided to try a bit of:

<1 = more angst works than fluff, >1 = more fluff works than angst.

the other top tags for each category:

F/F and F/M: both romance (#3)

M/M: established relationship (#3)

Multi: polyamory (#3)

Other: au canon divergence (#3). "other" was used to refer to a mix of NB/trans character, thingfic, and x reader.

Gen: au canon divergence (#1). i was worried about using the otp:true filter for gen fic but the top two tags were indeed & tags (harry & severus, regulus & sirius).

[morganalatina21]

Manipulating Death: Chapter Eleven

(Or maybe... Season two, chapter one??)

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, but I wanted to get it done even though I'm so mf sleepy rn so just... enjoy!

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

Last Chapter | Masterlist

***************************************************

Everyday, Y/n would wake up in Regulus' bed, sometimes with him already awake and just waiting for her still laying down, others he'd already be down in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

The people living there were usually very suspicious of his cooking, so Lupin would lie and say he watched him prepare it and assure them there are no poison on the plates.

"I'm saving my poison for Mundungus Fletcher." He said once, the man who attempted to steal the locket he died trying to obtain would be very deserving of poisoning.

The kids didn't went back to Hogwarts, Remus writing an obnoxiously long letter about how they were so mentally unstable due to Sirius' death and Voldemort's return being official, it would be better no to risk it.

So weekly they'd receive a package full of quick questions and a more detailed test about each subject.

Hermione was far from content, missing sitting in class and holding her hand up high to answer a question and be received by a gentle smile and a small number of points to her house.

But they couldn't risk going back and accidentally spill something that could compromise them, plus Harry and Ron wouldn't be the best actors for faking grief.

All that summed up to the fact Y/n was still recovering from her almost two weeks visit to the dead world.

Different from the Black brothers, no one pulled her back, she had to force her soul into her body, making a hole in the layer with her size. Fortunately, the Death Eater was way further into the other side of life, so no one else could reach that portal.

Also, she hadn't spat out her possessor yet.

The Potter would usually feel it tingle inside her, making her blood pressure and heartbeats slow down, and she'd almost pass out.

On days like this, they'd take turns on feeding her aching body. Sometimes it'd only accept if it was Harry putting the spoon into her mouth, other days only one of the Black brothers would success.

Because of that, there was one more person far from happy with this arrangement: Molly Weasley.

She wasn't a big fan of letting her son in a house with three undead wizards, but Ron would talk to her through the fireplace everyday.

So they'd live like this for a couple months.

Once all of them got in a fifteen minute tangent about which house she'd get sorted into if she was at Hogwarts.

"Of course she'd be a Ravenclaw!" Hermione argued, with one of Y/n's journal about the possessors on hand. "This is bloody brilliant! She's so smart."

"If that was the case, you would be a Raven too!" Harry countered, sitting across from her, with his sister right behind him. "She's a Gryffindor, that's so obvious!"

"I agree with Harry." Sirius intervened. "She jumped into that veil with no hesitation and faced three Death Eaters alone. She's one of us for sure."

"I don't think so, Pads." Remus said calmly. "Of course, she's brave and there's no doubt, but she did all of that because she knew what would happen, I'm confident she'd be in Ravenclaw."

"Actually I think Hufflepuff would be a great house for her." Ron came into the discussion. "I mean, she did all of that to be loyal to her family and Regulus, she's willing to help what others thought was beyond help."

"But her motivations are selfish, it's her parents. Not to mention the ambition! Winning over death? She's a Slytherin." Regulus barged in, sitting close to Y/n this entire time.

The single thought that the Potter would be in the snake house gained boos and disagreeing shouts the exact instant.

"Just because you put their colors on her doesn't make her a snake, little brother. She's one of the lions!"

"Absolutely not! She's a Ravenclaw!"

Y/n just watched all of that, laying in the bed and sometimes murmuring this to her brother, that would explode in a laugh immediately.

She didn't really cared about their discussion; she knew which house she belonged to —and more than that, which she wanted to belong.

The girl wasn't kidding when she said Regulus was like a keychange that came with her and they were a package deal.

Whenever they engaged in conversations with her, Regulus would be close enough to seem like a shadow. The man was so protective over Y/n too, always coming behind her and ask for a break so she could rest.

And taking that into consideration, of course the possessor would come out the only time he wasn't around.

They talked about how to destroy the locket for weeks and even though he'd be the one to know the most about it, he refused every attempt the others had to go out —always saying it'd be an unworthy risk and he would not leave her side.

But Y/n had to convince him.

"Are you sure?" He asked for the millionth time, stopping for ten minutes every time he got a little bit dressed. "What if something happens?"

"Reggie..." She called, holding his face and he had flashbacks to the night she died, opting to hold her arm tight just in case something happened. "Nothing went wrong all this time, do you really think the only time you'd leave my side something would magically come along and murder me?"

"That's literally what we just been through!"

"I know." Y/n rolled her eyes. "But I was alone then. Here I have one of the smarts witches ever and... those two too." The man laughed lightly at that, still not letting go of her arm. "Nothing's gonna happen."

After some minutes of hesitation, Regulus finally nodded.

"Oh Merlin he's gonna be furious." She sighed about an hour later, turning around on the bed, drenched in cold sweat while being surrounded by the other teenagers.

A bucket sat right by her side while Hermione was looking around through her calligraphy on potion jars, Ron kept a cold towel against her forehead and Harry tried to reason with the other possessor on the room to help his sister.

"Please you need to get better!" Ron begged, moving the towel around her face. "I really don't wanna know what the Cruciatus feel like."

"Well..." Y/n coughed. "He has been wanting to hex you two for quite some time now."

Ron's face turned into a crying frown which just made her laugh even worse.

"Didn't you had two possessors?" Hermione asked when she noticed Harry was heavily talking to a single creature.

"I assumed mine would be really big and hard to control so Regulus' went to look for the ones that escaped and the men of the house for some help." The Potter muttered, immediately turning around and lying some dark goo that was far from being a possessor, but was a big start.

"Oh God, oh Merlin." Harry groaned, concern writing all over his face.

"Relax." His sister asked, fingers gripping to the mattress. "I'm gonna be fine. I always do."

Y/n coughed harshly almost throwing up her entire throat, eyes watering and face feeling numb. The possessor was moving inside her, claws piercing deep into her organs to hold itself.

"Does miss Potter need help?" Kreacher voice came from the door, sounding genuinely worried.

She so her head no as some of its paws stared showing from her open mouth, making Ron whine and steal the bucket to throw up himself.

And she was right, the possessor took an age to come out, and when it did, it was huge, twice the bed size and sharp glowing red eyes shined all over his face.

"I-its massive." Hermione whimpered, hands shaking as she unscrew a potion bottle to feed Y/n, but the creature growled, taking a step forward, making it clear his intentions to go back to her body. "No. NO!"

The girl jumped, standing up and holding her wand in the most threatening way possible, Ron and Harry doing the same.

"If you wanna take someone, take me!" The Potter boy shouted, making himself look bigger and cover his sister unconscious body fully.

The possessor screeched and advanced towards him, Harry closed his eyes to accept the fate if it meant his twin would be safe.

But before the cold paws of death could reach him, the others possessors came into the room, all forming a barrer in front of them, guarding the teenagers.

"Is there a way to take him to the basement?" Kreacher asked, standing on the bed.

"I don't know, are they repelled by something?"

"It doesn't say anything on her notes."

"Oh God we're gonna die here and I couldn't make mom a rich woman yet!"

Y/n's possessor starting making himself look larger and more intimidating, preparing to attack, when the three wizards came bursting through the door.

Regulus didn't like like himself, neither the one from the last days, or the one that first met. No, he was a different man, rage and darkness filled his eyes as he forced the possessor the withdraw and took him to the basement, Kreacher sealing the door.

Grotesque screams escaped the possessor in a way they never heard before, and it gave the teenagers a chill.

"Hide before he comes back! Now! Go go go go!" Sirius instructed, the kids rushing outside her room to lock themselves in the shared one.

Sirius was with him when the possessor found them and Regulus immediately knew something was wrong. It didn't even mattered, he didn't tried to understand the creature, already rushing to apparate with bloodthirsty look on his eyes.

The younger Black appeared on the door and Sirius pushed a smile to his face, which was badly received.

"Leave." Was all he said.

When Y/n woke up a couple of minutes later she was greeted by a very frowny Regulus during right in front of her.

"Geez, who bit you?"

He didn't answered, standing there in silence, barely blinking. To say he was mad was an understatement, man was fucking fuming.

"Listen, I-"

"What did I said would happen?"

"Reggie-"

"And what happened?" He interrupted once again.

"I'm not dead, I-"

"You could've been." He spat out. "Those kids don't know shit about all of this, they're not help! I told you! But no, you couldn't stop being a reckless and dumb bitch for once!"

His cheek hurt, and neck snapped to the side. She hasn't slapped him, she punched him.

Gathered all her forces to do just that, doesn't matter how badly her fist would hurt later.

"This dumb bitch knew exactly what she was doing." She bit back. "The possessor wouldn't come out until I wasn't around people who should be dead, it was eating me from the inside." His eyes went wide as he voice became louder as she spoke. "Don't fucking turn it on me when I'm already exhausted! Now get the fuck out cause I don't wanna have to get up and kick your ass."

He blinked, hating all of this and wanting to reach out to hug her and give her the comfort she needed after everything she'd been through.

But Y/n wouldn't back down. "Now, Regulus."

The girl ordered and turned around, back facing him as she prepared to take some sleep.

Slowly, he got up and walked baby steps to the door, wishing she'd change her mind and just ask him to lay down together.

But she didn't, and he left.

God, he felt horrible, it had been months since they fought so bad they wouldn't sleep together. And of course, just like last time, he turned on her his frustrations.

You really didn't get anything from that, did you? Bloody idiot!

Three hours and a half passed with the house silent like a tomb when Regulus broke it, knocking on her door.

After some quiet moments thinking she wouldn't answer, Kreacher opens the door from the inside and the Black finally sees her again. Lying on the mattress looking so tired and weak, and she wouldn't stare at him.

"I made your favorite." He stated, approaching the bed, plate on his hand. "You need to eat, I hope you like it."

Regulus thought so much of what to do, but he was never one to apologize. Holding her to sleep wouldn't work this time. So maybe some acts of service would do, showing her he did care so much for her.

"Do you want me to feed it to you?"

"You hate doing that." She answered.

"Do you want me to?"

Y/n looked up for the first time and saw sorry in his eyes. She sighed and sat up, leaving space for him to sit in front of her, which he did.

Despite the offer, she chose to eat it by herself.

"Shit's really good." She murmured, putting a small smile on his face and the girl mirrored him.

At that time, they both wanted the exact same thing: for Regulus to lean in and seal their lips together after apologizing lowly.

But their kissing didn't really followed a pattern. Sometimes it would be before or after breakfast, other times he'd secretly pull her and land a peck in her lips with the thrill of others possibly catching them.

It wasn't everyday too, she never knew when they'd find their way to her lips.

She was fine with him doing things his way, but sometimes a small impulse of wanting something more would bloom.

And he wanted to kiss her more, just not having the courage to do so, even though he did that before, doubts ran on his mind.

What if she doesn't want to? What if I misread the situation? What if..?

So despite both wanting that, they didn't kiss.

And they'd continue to not do things they wanted to for a very long time.

Taglist: @intoanothermind @moonysupremacy01 @maraudersarelifee @elleraelockwood @darkenwolfie @hopesf @lukewearingbeanies @azuredgalaxies @klazina-couch-potato @goldensunshineshit @kaverichauhan @venomsvl @mrs-billyrussooo @mikadorbs @iavenderh6ze @wizardsgrace @reblog-princess @dittos-blog-dylanobrien @roroswitherose @s-we-e-t-t-ea @ok-boke @warcelia @danyxthirstae01 @b-tchymoon @lovely-maryj @adriannamirse @seesaw-it @awritingtree @regulusblackloverr @coffeeaddictednymph @quackitysdrugdealer @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @teamspideyman @the-sander-fander @mushroom-tears @zomb1edoll @bunny24sstuff

*************************************************

Next

[colorsunimaginable]

Bought by a Death Eater - the spare dark au // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc // part one

summary // Melisa Alder is an American witch caught in the Death Eater's clutches after Voldemort wins the Battle of Hogwarts. The Death Eaters hold an auction of mudbloods and bloodtraiters. After no one bids on her, she thinks she's stuck with her original handler, Goyle, Jr., but a masked Death Eater buys her at the last minute. What are his plans for her? Will she ever find out who's beneath the mask?

this is a darker, alternative version of my fic The Spare. It's mostly going to be smut.

word count // 2.6k masterlist

warnings // mdni, 18+. this fic will fetishize/body worship a fat female body, so if that offends you, please dni. this fic will have non-con/rape elements, bondage, light bdsm, sexual slavery, sterilization, and loss of virginity. caution advised or enjoy ;)

part one //

My life is over. And I’m laughing.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, I woke up in a hospital bed at the Ministry of Magic. They’re treating my injuries and I find out I’m not the only one who has been captured. Nearly a hundred of the young witches and wizards who’d been fighting against our world’s greatest evil had been rounded up like cattle after our brutal loss. There are more girls than boys and as they prep us - cleaning and sterilizing us - it becomes clear what they, the Death Eaters, have planned.

An auction.

The fucking idiot who captured me, Gregory Goyle Jr., really believes he’s going to get some decent money for me. It’s true, I’m a virgin, a supposed extremely valued quality, but that’s where the similarities between me and the rest of the “Lots” end. I’m a good 5-6 years older than all of the girls. I’ve got bright pink hair, and on bad days, I’m convinced I’m actually a whale pretending to be a young woman. Plus I’m not even British or very pretty. 

Sure, statistically, I know someone out there has to like what I look like. But when I’m being compared to the others, the idea of being the preferred one is laughable.

My predictions come true when no one bids on me. I’m the first female lot and the grand theater they’ve commandeered from the No-Majes is silent, despite Ludo Bagman’s best salesmanship effort. No one wants an ostentatious American cow. I guess the lure of my novelty and virginity isn’t a strong selling point. 

Granted, the literal blood on my hands from killing a guard backstage probably doesn’t help either. 

Bagman tries to lower my base price of five grand - the minimum for virgins - but Goyle isn’t having it. He takes it upon himself to demonstrate my worth, starting with hopping on stage. He pushes me to my knees while he stands before me. As he fumbles with his belt and jeers with the crowd, I quickly put two and two together to realize what’s about to happen.

In front of everyone, he’s going to humiliate me.

But I humiliate him first.

In front of everyone.

He’s gotten what he wanted - my head in his crotch, just not the way he intended. 

Before I can figure out what to do next, guards grab my arms and yank me to my feet to take me backstage. I expect some kind of blowback for what I did, but it doesn’t come.

When Goyle finally appears, he demands to know why I was taken off stage before I’d been sold. Yaxley, the Death Eater in charge, only points out the obvious. No one made a bid. Therefore, they aren’t going to waste time on me.

Eventually Yaxley gives in to Doyle’s annoying pleas, and agrees to let me go back out, on the condition my price be reduced by half. I was also supposed to wait until the very end. 

I listen as all the other girls get sold, their galleon numbers in the thousands. Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley’s are in the tens of thousands. I try not to think about it too much, because I know my worth as a person isn’t tied to physical money, but it still gets to me. I’ve basically been put on clearance.  All I can do is sit and spiral into self loathing while I wait until the end. 

When it’s finally my turn again, they bring me out to the half-filled, steadily emptying theater. The main event is over so no one’s really even listening to Bagman’s sales pitch.

And again, no one makes a bid. 

By this point, my self worth is on the floor in the orchestra pit.

I can tell Goyle is scrambling for what to do with me. His get rich quick scheme hasn’t worked and I’ve become a burden. He binds my wrists together in front of me and guides me to the opulent lobby. He’s muttering curses and threats while we wait in line for the floo. I find him pretty easy to tune out since it’s obvious he’s still a teenager and there’s no way he’s an actual threat to me. Especially once this damn magic suppression potion wears off. I’m relieved to not have been bought by anyone else. Maybe I’ll be able to find a way to escape. 

My eyes catch on a group of Death Eaters huddling by the main door. Some of the metallic masks are clearly meant to be scary, but they’re so elaborate they look more silly than threatening. The ones that really unnerve me are the simple, expressionless ones. With magic, the empty eye and mouth holes are pitch black and bottomless. 

My focus centers on one such mask. In that group he stands taller than all the rest. His black robes look militaristic right down to the calf-high boots on his feet. His companions have their heads huddled near and their indistinct whispers add to the solemn hum to the room. This Death Eater appears to be half- listening to this conversation, his mask partially turned towards the window. 

Goyle steals my attention when he pulls me forward, his foul breath close to my ear. “I ‘spose I’m the one that gets to break you in, don’t I?”

I silently huff as he keeps rattling on. My eyes go back to that tall Death Eater and I freeze.

He’s looking right at me. Like, I can see the entirety of his mask as he stares over his companion’s head.

I blink and look around me, checking to make sure it’s me, and not someone else he’s staring at. But when I peek back, he’s not even looking at me anymore. 

We’re two people away from our turn for the Floo when the masked Death Eaters all cut in line. I happen to glance back at where they’d been meeting and my heart skips a beat when that same Death Eater is still standing there, all by himself. 

Still looking right at me.

I pretend I didn’t just look back and make direct eye-to-empty socket contact with him and step towards the fire before Goyle does when it’s our turn next. It’s just the three of us in the lobby at this point.

Goyle reaches his hand into the Floo powder pot on a pedestal next to the fireplace just as a gloved hand comes down heavy on his shoulder.

And then he’s suddenly there. God, standing next to him, he feels so much taller than me, and I’m not short at 5’8”. 

“What do you want?” Goyle grumbles, seeming annoyed that this guy is bothering him. He hasn’t said a word and yet Goyle clearly knows who he is.

The masked man slips a hand into his pocket and pulls out a small bag of what sounds like coins and tosses it to Goyle. The boy fumbles it and it falls to the floor. While he’s picking it up, the Death Eater places a heavy hand on my own shoulder and maneuvers me so he’s standing between me and Goyle.

Maybe Goyle’s not a complete idiot because he understands what the man wants before I do.

He glares up at him. “You can’t be serious. Like, this has to be a joke. There’s no more than 50 galleons in here.”

… Fifty galleons? I immediately want to cry, so I take a sudden sharp breath, but the exhale is noticeably shakey. I keep going until I’m not on the verge of a freak out.

The man just stays silent, staring at him. 

Goyle looks between me and him briefly before deciding a plan of action. “Alright, we’ll find a room. Fifty’s enough for a blowie I think -”

The man shoves Goyle backward and he almost falls into the fire. I guess that’s his answer.

He turns me to face him and produces some rope with a loop on one end. He hangs the rope around my neck, pulling the long end through the loop, and I feel it tighten against my throat immediately. The harder he pulls, the tighter it is. 

Shady transaction over, the man turns for the door, leash in hand, and I’m forced to follow him or get strangled. Goyle starts to protest, but one look from the Death Eater over his shoulder shuts him up real quick.

~*~

My new owner leads me out into the night. We’re somewhere in London, and it’s so late the streets are empty. Which is good, because the last thing I want is a continuing audience to this nightmare. 

The asshole has longer legs than me and that means he’s taking strides I could never dream of matching. My thighs have always been monstrously thick and the friction always slows me down, especially right now when I don’t even have any underwear on. The rope around my neck is coarse, it’s fibers scratching my skin raw as we walk. I keep my hands clutched to my chest, a couple fingers shoved between my neck and the rope. When he finally stops, he grabs my forearm and pulls my fingers out for Apparating. 

We pop into a dark, overgrown yard. The man is quick to yank on the leash, pulling me behind him. He’s released my arm, so my fingers immediately go back to protecting me. He uses his wand to illuminate our surroundings and I can make out that this cottage we’ve arrived at is abandoned. Holes have been blasted through the walls and the thatched roof is rotting away, chunks of it already fallen. He leads me around to the back and shoves open a crooked door with his shoulder. 

I’d hoped that the exterior would just be a cover, a ruse for an actually decent place, but no, it’s just as derelict on the inside. He makes sure I’m inside the dusty kitchen before he magically shoves the door closed. The light from his wand reveals a particularly clean section of the tiled floor. If it weren’t for all of the dust and debris surrounding it, I probably wouldn’t have noticed. He crouches, tapping his wand against several of the tiny tiles. They immediately fall away, creating the walls and steps for a hidden entrance below our feet.

I’m dying to know what lies ahead, but I’m also fucking terrified. Is he gonna keep me in a fucking dungeon?

After we begin our descent, the floor above us closes. We take the steps spiraling down at least two flights and at the bottom reveals another door. This one is heavy and wooden with a few serious looking locks. 

The final room we enter is what I’d call a studio apartment. A rather large, imposing bed on one end of the room, with a bathtub in the opposite corner and a little kitchen in a carved out nook. There’s a wardrobe, an armchair sat next to a small table, and a doorway where I can see a toilet. It’s lit with sconces on the walls, burning bright candle light. 

But the most eye-catching thing? The night sky above our heads. The ceiling is taller than normal for a basement. Which, in combination with the enchanted ceiling, makes the room feel twice the size that it is. Though I suppose that’s by design. 

After I enter the room fully, he closes the door behind me, and I hear the lock click. He turns me back to him and takes off the rope, tucking it away into his pocket. He seems to consider taking off the rest of my bindings before deciding to remove them.

I’m not sure what I expected him to do, now that he’s gotten me here, but just sitting in that armchair staring at me, wasn’t really on my list. His posture is relaxed, his wand loosely gripped in his hand. And he’s just staring at me, again.

All the nerves that have been building since the moment I laid eyes on him are almost at their breaking point. I can hardly bear to look at him, so my eyes stray to anything else, but I’m not really seeing.

“Strip,” he says, and my eyes snap to him. His voice is so deep, a perfect baritone. 

But surely, I couldn’t have heard him right.

His creepy, masked head tilts a smidge. “Strip,” he orders again, enunciating a little more forcefully when I don’t move. 

My eyebrows are together and my pulse is thudding in my ears, but I somehow find my voice. “No,” I say softly, my arms tucking into my torso. 

There’s an uncomfortable long silence as we stare at each other. I don’t move and he fiddles with his wand. Then he sighs heavily and stands to his full height. I can just barely see over his shoulder.

“This will be your only warning,” he says. “I do not reward good behavior. If you are disobedient and misbehave, you will be punished. Severely.” His cold, emotionless tone only amplifies the authority to his words. He doesn’t continue, leaving it up to me to decide my fate. 

Tears start to brim my eyes and I cannot imagine, after the day I’ve had, actually showing him my naked body. I’d genuinely rather face whatever punishment he has in store than that. 

Instead of words, I just shake my head, my feet automatically moving me away from him. 

“Very well,” he simply says, and raises his wand at me. “Crucio.”

The moment the spell hits me, I collapse to the floor, helpless to the pain striking every square inch of my body. I’ve been Crucio’d before, but every time there’s absolutely nothing to prepare you for it. By the time it’s over, I’ve curled up into a ball, barely managing not to sob. 

The Death Eater kneels, hovering over me, getting so close that his mask fills my view and I squeeze my eyes shut.

“No matter how benign your crimes, that will be your punishment,” he says. “Every. Time.” His hand suddenly grabs my jaw, turning my head to face him. “Do you understand?” 

Staring into his black, empty gaze, I nod. 

But that must not be enough for him because he rolls my head back and forth. “Use your words.”

To force them out, I have to swallow, and I know he can feel it. My voice is only a whisper, but the words are clear. “Yes, I understand.”

He stands, literally towering above me. Then his face starts to get closer and I realize it’s because I’m the one moving. Fully airborne, he maneuvers me into the bathtub, and the faucet immediately starts running. 

The water’s freezing at first and I gasp. Luckily, the cold clears my mind, numbing my emotions, and bringing in enough rational thought to slide off the mary jane shoes they supplied us with. I keep the white dress on. After all, they didn’t give us anything to wear underneath it. 

The water slowly starts to rise and warm, and instead of clutching my chest, my hands drift in the water. There’s so much blood on my hands the water has already turned pink. Because I’d… killed somebody. 

In one short week, I’ve been stabbed, tortured, kidnapped, half-sterilized, and my magic stripped away. And now, I’ve killed somebody. 

Oh, and I’m the property of a literal Death Eater. 

And, worst of all, he's fucking hot.

The absolute absurdity of that last thought has me laughing, like actual manic giggling. My life is over and I’m laughing like a fucking psycho. 

Thankfully, my emotions catch up with me and that laugh turns into full sobs. 

And that fucking Death Eater watches me the entire time.

[50044w44s]

hp characters safe foods :)

Harry: I've said it in another headcanon, chicken nuggets. Molly's treacle tart in a good day.

Hermione: Lasagne, it reminds her of the one her mother used to make.

Ron: Anything, but fried chicken wings are always a favorite one.

Ginny: Anything sweet, she's an emotional eater and will finish three family size brownies by herself.

Draco: Mac and cheese, perfect to eat alone watching the same show he already watched seventy-five times.

Neville: Tomato soup, weird choice, but he did live with his grandma his whole life, so it has a special meaning.

Hannah: Cheeseburger, the more greasy the better.

Astoria: Sushi, she doesn't even know why, it's just something she can always trust she'll like. Draco absolutely will make puking noises to annoy her whenever she eats it.

Luna: He loves the cookies his father makes to eat at tea time, a weird herb recipe that was lost long ago but her father remembered it by heart and she made sure to write it up again. Now it's safe in her vault at Gringotts.

Rolf: Grilled cheese sandwiches, plus point if Luna made them.

[phoebe-delia]

Wireless Fic Claim: Stars by the Pocketful

Hi everyone! It's @hd-wireless fic claim time! I wrote Stars by the Pocketful based on "Snow on the Beach" by Taylor Swift. It's 2k, rated T, and just friends/co-workers to lovers fluff.

Thank you to @phdmama for the loveliness and encouragement and to @basicallyahedgehog for being an amazing and patient alpha/beta/overall maintainer of my sanity lol.

Here's an excerpt:

Draco arrives first, to scope out the place and pick the best bed before Potter can beat him to it. He uses the apparition coordinates the Ministry gave him and lands in front of a small cabin about the size of the Slytherin common room, plus maybe a couple of dorm rooms.

He unlocks the door using the passcode written on the note from his boss and gets settled. He makes a beeline for the bedroom and sits on both beds before choosing the one closest to the window, in case he needs an escape. Then, it’s a matter of unpacking his suitcase into half the closet and then reading a book on the surprisingly soft couch in the living room while he waits.

He’s been there maybe an hour and a half when Potter arrives, flushed and grinning. “Hey, Draco,” he says running a hand through windswept hair. “Merlin, that portkey was rough. Thought I was going to be sick when I landed. But I just took one of those anti-nausea potions Hermione brews and I’m a new man! How about you? Looks like you’ve been here a while, but if you still feel queasy, I have an extra bottle.”

Potter starts to dig through his duffel bag when Draco clears his throat. “I’m fine, Potter. But thank you.”

Potter shrugs. “Suit yourself.” He looks at his Muggle watch and swears. “Merlin, it’s nearly dinner time. Are you hungry? I can cook us something once I get unpacked if you’re willing to be on dish duty.”

Draco nods, and he’s rewarded with a bright grin. “Great!” Potter says, making his way to the bedroom. “Be back in a mo’.”

Potter cooks them a surprisingly delicious dinner. “I found a little garden out back,” Potter says between bites of hearty, flavorful beef stew, “And we can ask for groceries to be delivered by Floo. So at least we know we won’t starve.” Draco just dunks a piece of crusty bread into his bowl, chewing as he nods along.

It isn’t until later that night, when he’s sure Potter must’ve fallen asleep, that Draco whispers into the distance between their beds, “Thank you, Harry.”

He tells himself he imagines the mumbled reply: “You’re welcome, Draco.”

Read the rest on AO3

[dhr-ao3]

Still I Want You (from I Dont Do Drugs)

Still I Want You (from ‘I Don’t Do Drugs’) https://ift.tt/e4q0ck6 by buubluuu car mechanic draco malfoy x assistant museum director hermione granger (loosely inspired by lyrics from ‘i don’t do drugs’ by doja cat ft . ariana grande) - “You came here for my friendship?” Draco stepped forward as the thought tickled an amused expression onto his face. “I came here hoping for it, yes,” Hermione stood her ground. “That’s not to say there’s a limit on that.” “On friendship?” He hummed. Hermione nodded. “Yes,” her voice sounded a little breathy the closer he moved to her. “Maybe, if the time calls for it, I can have a look at what you offer and… book an appointment.” Words: 14397, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Harry Potter Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Mentioned Nymphadora Tonks, Alternate Universe - Muggle, POV Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy is a Car Mechanic, Hermione Granger Works at a Museum, Hermione knows what she wants, and she goes for it, Good Friend Theodore Nott, he is a great wingman in this, Bisexual Theodore Nott, Bisexual Harry Potter, draco is indebted to theodore for introducing him to the love of his life, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, though they’re kind of mellow since they just met, Fluff, oh i should add the tags for the sex oops, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Size Difference, Size Kink, Strength Kink, hermione is a sucker for draco’s big arms and big hands, Mid-Size Hermione Granger, she’s not plus size but she’s very much not skinny, thick girls need better literary voices, Brown Hermione Granger, in the sense that i head canon her as a mixed POC like myself, Cunnilingus, Come Eating, but it’s sexy, hermione is a creamer there i said it, Creampie, slightly tho i think, Cuddling & Snuggling, Aftercare, draco is very good at it, Car Sex, but not in the car, One Shot, i just kept writing the smut, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Humor, Minor Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, they’re very minor actually but there via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/H8PGazl June 18, 2024 at 10:08AM

[fyeahcompetentwomen]

Elimination Poll Group 3

This is the first of two elimination polls that I'll post today. The top three scorers in this group of 10 will get the three spots left in Group 3 of the bracket! This poll only goes one day, so vote quick!

Endorsement/blurbs under the readmore!

Fleur Delacour, Harry Potter: Part Veela, adept with charms and overall magic, plus a proven healer with Hermione Granger.

Iris, Pokémon: [good at] Pokémon battling

Guinan, Star Trek: Excels at bartending and knowing absolutely everything that is happening on the ship and being always a few steps ahead of others. Always ready to listen, even if she probably already knows what you're going to say.

Jocelyn "Joss" Carter, Person of Interest: An excellent detective and probably the only truly good cop ever. She cares about helping people and refuses to use her power as a cop to take advantage of others. Her ideas of good and bad are clear, but over the course of the show she learns where to be flexible in order to do the right thing for people who need her help.

Amy Rose, Sonic the Hedgehog: 12 YEAR OLD WITH MASSIVE HAMMER. UNGODLY STRENGTH (CANON. IN THE COMICS SHE LIFTED UP A HAMMER 14x HER SIZE). LED(LEAD?? I CANT REMEMBER IF LEAD IS LIKE READ WHERE IT CAN BE READ DIFFERENTLY) A WHOLE RESISTANCE TO SAVE THE WORLD AND IS STILL ORGANISING THE EFFORTS TO FIX THE WORLD AFTER EVERY SINGLE DISASTER!! is being The most emotionally Mature motherfucker in her Friend circle count Towards being competent? OH YEAH SHES ALSO GREAT AT FORTUNE TELLING! TO THE POINT WHERE THEY ALL COME TRUE. IIRC. I DONT KNOW IF SHES MAGIC OR IF THE CARDS ARE. THERES A GOOD VIDEO BY AL THE BOI ON AMY AND HER CARDS. yeah :) i love Her shes Silly :)) she's Also a very good Cook!

Donna Clark, Halt and Catch Fire: Engineering. Can fix pretty much anything. Successful business woman

Cassandra Pentaghast, Dragon Age: When she sees a problem she does something about it. She has no time for people who “sit in the fire and complain that it is hot.” She starts an entire organization to combat problems the government and church would prefer to ignore. She has a fine tuned sense of justice and is excellent at sword play.

Donna Noble, Doctor Who: even before she was the DoctorDonna, she was able to research enough to follow the adipose trail and find The Doctor. She is a temp, and doesn't care who knows because those skills are worth more than people think.

Miranda Priestly, The Devil Wears Prada: Editor in Chief of Runway, she runs a fashion empire and she's always in charge and more than on time!

Nemona, Pokémon: [good at] Pokémon battling