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marauder-misprint · 3 months ago

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Hey! I had a Sirius x reader request where the reader is James sister and in a secret relationship with Sirius and the marauders are trying to guess who Sirius’s secret girlfriend is and Sirius is just like “you know her VERY well” and ofc James flips out when he finds out LOL

Hi! Thank you for this request! ❤︎ I love love love a good fluffy piece. Lowkey oblivious Sirius, but let's be real - when aren't boys oblivious?

Hope y'all enjoy ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

'Acceptable company'

Sirius Black x Potter!reader

3.5k words

cw: fluff, secret relationship, pining if you squint

You didn’t mean to fall for Sirius Black. It’s embarrassing, really. Predictable. Your older brother’s best friend? Of course he’s the one who makes your heart flutter. You tried to ignore it, push the feelings down so far that maybe they’d just vanish.

They did not.

Sirius also didn’t mean to fall for you. He didn’t realize he was falling for you until he was in too deep. In his defense, when you arrived at Hogwarts and got sorted into Gryffindor, his first thought was ‘Oh, sweet, another Potter!’

For the first few years, you’d occasionally enter Sirius’ orbit. James would complain about how annoying you were, but Sirius never saw it. You were alright. You would give him a small smile while waiting for James to get you whatever you had requested. Sometimes you’d ask Remus for help on homework when Lily was busy; Sirius thought it was amusing that you refused to ask James for help. And until he joined the quidditch team himself, you sat with Sirius in the stands during matches and practices. You offered him your snacks and sounded like James when you spouted quidditch facts and critiqued the team’s form. Even when Sirius visited the Potter’s home during the summer months, you didn’t hang around him and James much.

Sirius didn’t know what to do with himself when he found himself wishing you would hang around them. When he started looking for you in the stands at his quidditch games and practices. When he suddenly offered to help you with an assignment because Lily and Remus had prefect duties. When he got uncharacteristically upset when you got your first boyfriend. When he realized that he was upset because it wasn’t him.

Luckily for Sirius, it didn’t last. Something about you not giving him enough of your time. You ranted about it in the common room. Loudly. Sirius could recall you saying, “Merlin forbid a girl has friends. And friends that I don’t have any classes with! Sorry I don’t want to eat dinner with him every evening!” James gave you your space despite his muttered threats about this boy.

That night Sirius couldn’t sleep. So he did what everyone does when they can’t sleep: he went to sit by the fire in the common room. And by chance, you were already sitting on the couch, legs tucked underneath you, as you stared into the dancing flames.

“Am I acceptable company?” Sirius asked, standing off to the side.

“Why wouldn’t you be?” you responded. You didn’t even look away from the fire.

He sat down on the other side of the couch before casting a wary glance your way.

“Maybe you have a vendetta against all blokes now. Dunno.”

You gave a dry laugh. “No. Just against gits.”

“Hmm, surprised I don’t qualify for that.” Sirius would be an idiot if he didn’t know that he could use some work on himself.

“Yeah… well… I have nothing against you.”

With your gaze set on the fire, Sirius took the opportunity to watch you. Because why had he been so happy to know that you broke up with that boy? Why had his heart skipped a beat when he saw you sitting by the fire in the deserted common room? Why did he want to smile when you said you have nothing against him? Coming to terms with how much he liked you was more difficult than he’d ever admit.

“I can feel you staring, Sirius.”

“‘M not,” Sirius said, immediately looking at the fire.

You sighed and turned your body so you could face Sirius. He looked back at you, his body still facing forward.

“I know I’m not wrong for wanting to be my own person. I’m not a… a… a thing to be flaunted,” you said, sounding and looking frustrated.

Sirius nodded. “Right.”

“And Sam couldn’t accept that. That’s on him. Not me.” You paused and your expression shifted. “Right?”

“Yes. Some blokes are a bit dense.”

You sighed. Then you fell forward, resting your forehead against the side of his shoulder. He gave you a slightly confused look.

“Are you alright?” You mumbled something into his shoulder. “You know I didn’t understand that.”

With a dramatic sigh, you sat up, but only to move closer to Sirius so you could rest your head on his shoulder without blocking your face.

“Getting there. I’m getting there.”

You sat like that for a while, neither of you saying anything. When you were ready, you thanked Sirius and then went to bed. He sat there for a little bit longer before heading back up to his dorm. He wanted the moment to have lasted longer. Sitting in that easy silence with you was something else.

For a few days, you regretted that night in the common room. Your brain was telling you that you had been too much, an annoying little sister who put Sirius in an uncomfortable position. You should’ve just let him stare and not said anything. Now that you’ve made him uncomfortable, you can tell that he’s avoiding your gaze whenever you’re near each other. Before, when you’d make eye contact with him across the room, you would exchange polite smiles. There was an acknowledgement. Not anymore. He won’t meet your eyes.

You needed to apologize for it, tell him not to worry about you. You’d find him after quidditch practice. You would keep it casual. Because you were James’ cool, confident, easy-going little sister. Not an annoying one.

Like usual, you watched the practice from the stands. You tried to watch all of the players equally, but you kept returning to Sirius. His flying was sloppy and he was missing easy hits. He was obviously distracted and Jame was biting his head off for it. It felt like the practice dragged on forever. But when it was done, you lingered just out of sight of the locker room door. You knew you had to ambush Sirius to get him to talk to you; the only thing that would prevent him from listening to you would be if James walked back with him. Maybe it was good that Sirius was distracted during practice – he wouldn’t want to leave with the guy who yelled at him for like ten minutes straight while on a broom.

You listened as the door opened and closed. James left with Marlene, both ranting about how the practice wasn’t their best work. Perfect. With James gone, you waited a little closer to the door. The seeker left, followed by the other beater, the keeper and the last chaser. Sirius was the last one. You waited for about five minutes before you started getting nervous. You had to keep your wits about you.

You opened the locker room door and knocked on it loudly, to announce your presence.

“Sirius?” you called, looking around.

“What?” he snapped from around the corner.

“Can we talk?”

He peeked his head around the corner, hair dripping and not wearing a shirt.

“Potter? Shit, what are you doing in here?” he asked, his voice suddenly much nicer and almost nervous.

“I was waiting for you,” you said. “Should I go back outside?”

“Um, no, just give me one minute.”

You sat down on the bench in between the rows of lockers and fidgeted with your fingers. You could hear Sirius muttering to himself but the only things you could make out were swears. When he came around the corner, he was wearing pants and pulling a shirt over his head.

“What’s up? Everything okay?” he asked, standing in front of you.

“I, erm, I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other night. I’m good. Fine.” You nodded with a small smile on your lips.

Sirius furrowed his brows in confusion. “What made you think I was uncomfortable?”

He didn’t think he had shifted at all when you had your head on his shoulder. Maybe you mistook the quiet as awkwardness, rather than the easiness he felt.

“Oh, um, you haven’t been able to look at me?” Your throat tensed. “Kind of felt like you were avoiding me.”

Sirius nervously rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from you. “I have been avoiding you, but-” He clicked his tongue. “-not because I was uncomfortable.”

“Then why?”

“Because I was comfortable.” You tilted your head in confusion. “Too comfortable.”

“Okay?”

You weren’t getting it. Why was him being comfortable around you a bad thing? Why did it make him avoid you?

“Godric… screw it! Every time I look at you, I want to kiss you. I want to treat you how you deserve to be treated, so much better than how that git treated you. But I can’t ‘cause you’re James’ sister.”

You stared up at him with wide eyes. Oh. You stood up, making Sirius take a step backwards. He thought you were going to slap him. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your pounding heart.

“What if… I wanted you to kiss me?” Your heart was trying to escape out your throat. “We could just not tell James.”

“Not tell James…” he repeated. His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips.

You took a step toward Sirius and he didn’t take a step back. Instead, he gently took your face in his hands and kissed you. It was soft and gentle and you wasted no time in kissing him back. You were about to thread your fingers through his hair when he pulled back.

“Are you sure?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yes.”

Not telling James ended up becoming not telling anyone. It was too risky. If you told anyone, how could you guarantee that they wouldn’t tell him?

In public, you were just James’ little sister and his best friend. Polite. Cordial. Sharing smiles and eye rolls from across the room. In the privacy of the common room late at night, when you knew his dorm would be empty, in random broom closets, in unused classrooms and the locker room after quidditch practices, you were more than friends. It was more than snogging too. He would read to you. You would bring snacks and have a makeshift picnic. You would sit next to each other, talking about your day and anything else on your mind. But yes, there was snogging.

You were doing a good job at keeping it secret. At least, good enough. Your friends caught on pretty quickly that you had a new someone – it was the only explanation of where you were disappearing to so often and how smiley you were when you returned. Sirius was proud of himself for keeping it from James, given that they had the map. He made sure that he had it with him whenever he was meeting up with you. Remus was the only one who seemed suspicious of his keeping the map so close, but he didn’t say anything.

But then one night after quidditch practice and a heated session with you, Sirius tied his hair up before heading up to his dorm. You had made a good habit of returning to the common room at different times after practice to prevent any rumors. So you weren’t with him to see that you had left a mark. Well, several marks along his neck.

“Merlin’s balls, Padfoot!” Remus gasped when he walked through the door.

“What?” Sirius asked, not looking at Remus.

“Did you get attacked by a colony of leeches?” he asked, now attempting to stifle his laughter as Sirius’ hand flew to his neck.

He forced a laugh. “Something like that.”

“Who is it?” James asked, sitting up a little straighter on his bed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Sirius answered.

“Hiding his latest conquest… That’s new,” Remus muttered, turning back to homework although he was smirking.

“Yeah, since when don’t you tell us who you’re snogging?” Peter asked.

Sirius put his stuff away in his trunk and got out his own homework. “Since she asked me not to.”

James and Peter exchanged a look that Sirius chose to ignore. He wanted them to drop the topic. If they asked him to describe the girl, it would only take so long before they put two and two together. They did drop it. For that night.

The next day, walking to class, Remus asked, “So who is it?”

“Huh?”

“The girl giving you hickeys.”

“Told you last night. I’m not saying.”

“Ah, come on, Padfoot. It’s just me.”

Sirius shook his head. “Mate, drop it. I’m not telling you.”

“You’ve always told us who you’re with. Never had any shame in it. Why you getting all shy with it now?”

“I said drop it. She asked me not to tell you and… I like her. So I’m not going to tell you anything until she wants to.”

Sirius quickened his pace to get to class, leaving Remus behind. He watched him go with a curious expression on his face. Sirius usually bragged about who he took into broom closets, but he was being protective of this girl and that only made Remus want to know more.

The boys badgered Sirius about his mystery girlfriend more than your friends did with you. It went on for weeks after that night with the hickeys. Whenever Sirius came back to the dorm alone, various questions were launched at him.

“Same girl?” “Any visible hickeys?” “How far you’d get?” “Where’d you snog? The greenhouses? Quidditch pitch? Back of the library?” “What’s she like?”

Sirius brushed them off every time. He wasn’t going to give them anything, but that seemed to egg them on. They were determined to find out who it was. One evening, they started asking Sirius about the girl in the common room.

“Alright, Sirius, is she a Slytherin? Is that you’re so secretive about it?” Peter asked, shoving his Potions homework away from him.

Sirius didn’t answer.

“Is she in our year? Older? Younger?” James asked. More silence from Sirius.

“Ah, give us something,” Remus begged. “You’ve been seeing her for weeks and you’ve told us nothing!”

You entered the common room and Peter, James and Remus’ voices reached your ears. They weren’t being quiet with their interrogation of Sirius. So, naturally, you walked over to them.

“You’re being loud,” you said matter-of-factly.

“We have reason,” James said with an eye roll.

“And that reason is…”

He sighed. “Sirius here has been seeing this girl for weeks and he won’t tell us who it is. He won’t even describe her.”

You smirked and turned toward Sirius, who was already looking at you with a rehearsed neutral look on his face.

“Aw, that’s kind of cute. But come on, Sirius. It’s just the boys,” you said, gesturing to them. “Give ‘em something to get them off your back.”

Sirius swallowed thickly. You had just given him permission to say something. He tried to cover his shock with an exaggerated sigh.

“Fine.” He looked around the group, trying to figure out what to say. “Ah, got it. You lot know her very well.”

“Oh, that narrows it down,” you laughed, turning to leave the group, but you didn’t go far. You picked a spot on the couch nearby and took out your Charms book. You wanted to eavesdrop.

“That’s rubbish!” Peter exclaimed. “We know a lot of people!”

“It’s not rubbish,” Sirius defended with crossed arms. “I just eliminated practically all of the Slytherins.”

“And a fair amount of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs,” Remus added. James and Peter gave him stern looks. “What? He said we know her very well. We know eagles and badgers, but I wouldn’t say we know them all that well.”

“So she’s a Gryffindor?” James asked, turning his attention back to Sirius.

He gave him no answer. Not even a facial expression.

“I think we can assume that much,” Remus said. “And it’s certainly not Lily. I know that much.”

“How?” James asked.

“Been studying with her when Padfoot returns from his rendezvous.”

“She can’t be more than a year on either side of us,” Peter said. “Younger they get, the more scared of us they are.”

“Valid,” James said with a solemn nod.

Sirius just rolled his eyes. He didn’t know if he could relax, but he needed to have a relaxed air about him. He stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned backwards, supporting himself with straight arms.

“Right, so that leaves us with what, twelve girls? We can narrow it down,” James said after mentally counting the girls in their year, the year above and year below. “We’ve already checked off Lily and we can check off my sister and Marlene.”

You hid behind your book so the boys couldn’t see your smile if they looked over at you. James dismissed you as an option right off the bat. They would never get it right at this rate.

“Cross off anyone he’s already been with. There’d be no point hiding it from us if they’ve done it before,” Remus said, waving a hand at James.

Sirius snuck a worried glance your way. He thought his hint was clever, but his friends were going to run through the girls quickly. And once they did, they’d have to go back over the list. There was no telling if they’d come to the conclusion that it was you. You flexed your eyebrows. He needed to turn back around.

You found it amusing as the boys tossed around names and found each one not feeling right. Sirius looked more or less mortified. He lost his relaxed air when he looked at you and couldn’t get it back. It was only getting worse as they moved on from girl to girl and then started renaming girls.

“We’ve listed everyone,” Peter said, sounding defeated. “Are we sure that he didn’t fall into the lake and is just too proud to tell us?”

“Why would he be by the lake after quidditch practice?” James sighed.

Something about what James said made something click in Remus’ head. After quidditch practice. He looked at you, at first with wide eyes of realization and then the wicked smirk of someone about to unleash hell.

“I know who it is,” Remus said firmly, not looking away from you.

All three boys looked at Remus, and then they followed his gaze to you. Sirius went pale. James turned red. And Peter laughed.

“Oh, that’s rich.”

“We do know her quite well,” Remus said.

“Padfoot,” James growled. “For the love of Merlin, tell me that Remus is wrong.”

You looked up slowly. You knew they were looking at you. You heard it go down.

“I can’t,” Sirius said in a small voice.

“At least he had a good reason for not telling us,” Peter said between fits of laughter.

“Yeah, Wormtail? What’s his reason?” Remus asked, clearly enjoying the building tension between James and Sirius.

“He loves his life. Because Prongs is going to murder him.”

“My bloody sister? You are mental?” James yelled, jumping up.

Sirius immediately mirrored him. “Maybe, yeah.”

James turned on you. “You! What do you have to say about this?”

You hummed and flipped a page in your book, as if you were disinterested in their conversation, as if it didn’t completely concern you.

“What the others say is true: he’s good at snogging.”

Sirius broke into a stupid smile because that answer was so you. A little bit of sass to your brother. It was also a compliment to him. James, however, did not like that answer as he turned a darker shade of red.

“I… argh! That’s my little sister!” James shouted at Sirius, and then turning back to you, “My goddamn best friend? Could you have chosen anyone else?”

Still feeling unbothered, you leaned forward and looked at Remus. “Remus is kind of cute.”

“Oi!” Sirius said.

“I said kind of!”

“Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” James roared.

He glared at you and then at Sirius before storming off to their dorm. You broke into your fit of laughter when he started up the stairs.

“I think he took that well.”

“So, you’re really… together?” Remus asked, watching Sirius run a hand down his face as he stared at the stairs James disappeared up.

You nodded. “When you’d figure out Sirius was seeing someone?”

“Few weeks ago. You left a mark.”

You tilted your head in slight confusion. You left marks on Sirius before only a few weeks ago.

“Oh, he put his hair up.”

“Ah,” you said. Then you looked at Sirius. “He’ll get over it. Let him cool down and come to terms with it. You’ll be fine.”

“He’s pretty pissed,” Sirius said, voice low.

“For now. He’ll get over it.”

“He’s pissed at me.”

“Mate, relax. She’s right. He blows up, but he always cools down,” Remus said.

“Yeah… right…” Sirius muttered before collapsing on the couch next to you. “At least I can kiss you in public now.”

“That’s what you’re excited about? I can’t wait to go on a real date-date with you.”

“Oh, gross… Maybe they should’ve kept it a secret,” Peter said to Remus.

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crescenthistory · 5 months ago

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james’ twin whose animagus is an otter. the other potter the otter.

#carina has ideas #potter!reader #animagus!reader

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mallowsweetmiri · 8 months ago

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Potter!Reader x Remus

Summary: after weeks of having a painful crush on your brothers best friend, you make a plan to seduce him.

Warnings: smutty and slutty

Word count: 6k

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You groaned into your pillow, wiping the sweat from your forehead into the cotton fabric. This was the second time this week you'd woken up sweating from a dream about Remus Lupin, and it troubled you deeply that the scenarios you imagined would never happen. For one, your brother would instantly shut you down if you even suggested going out with any boy, let alone his best mate. The more unfortunate part was that you were almost certain Remus saw you as nothing more than James' little sister, a title you were tired of carrying. You huffed again as you rose to start getting ready. How much longer could this crush go on? It had started on the train in September. You remember thinking to yourself that Remus had become quite good looking over the summer and left it at that. But soon, he started to catch your eyes in the hallways, then in the common room, until finally he had managed his way into your head. You were constantly thinking about him. Thinking about the glimpses of his chest you'd caught one time when his shirt was unbuttoned, thinking about the way his adam's apple moved in his throat, thinking about his hands...

You shook your head and stepped into the shower. If only you could know what he felt like, then maybe this incessant urge to be with him would go away. You felt the water fall down your back as you washed yourself up. You were a pretty girl, you knew this. If you were someone else, had a different last name, maybe you'd have a chance. Although, you'd never really tried before. You kept these thoughts to yourself, having nobody to talk to them about. Normally you would tell James everything, and he would usually play parent when it came to your school girl crushes. But you couldn't exactly go up to James and say, "Hey, do you think you could set me up with Remus? Y'know, your best mate? I really want to see what he looks like with his clothes off." No, you couldn't do that. But perhaps you wouldn't have to...

You stepped out of the shower feeling confident in your plan. You had spent all this time pining in silence over Remus, it was time for action. While you got ready, you made subtle changes. You hiked your skirt up just a little and slipped into the button down that was just a touch too small. When you did your makeup, you were sure to make your lips look extra lush and rosy. You put on your favorite perfume, the one you saved for special occasions. This seemed as good a day as any.

"There she is," James smiled and stood as you came down the stairs to the common room.

"Good morning, Jamie," you chimed, "were you waiting on me?" James laughed as he grabbed his bag off the floor, the two of you heading through to the portrait hole.

"I'm always waiting for you," James nudged you with his shoulder. "You look nice today." You raised your brow at him, his statement more of a question as if to ask "Is there a reason you're making an effort?"

"Thanks," was all you replied as you made your way to breakfast.

PHASE 1: Hook

When you got there, the other marauders were already sat down. Sirius was talking animatedly with Peter as Remus sat quietly reviewing notes.

"We've finally arrived," James said to no one in particular, taking a seat and immediately filling his plate. Remus look up from his book and mumbled something before delving back into his work. You sat next to James and made a bowl of porridge, listening to Sirius boast about the Quidditch match tomorrow.

"Ravenclaw is going to destroy Slytherin," he bellowed, thumping his fist on the table. "And then I am going to destroy a bottle of Firewhiskey in their common room." He smirked, earning and high five from James.

"That's the spirit, Pads," James cheered, taking a drink from his cup. You rolled your eyes and stirred your oats.

"I don't know how the two of you haven't died from overconsumption yet," you quipped, spooning sugar into your bowl.

"Genuinely," Remus added, looking up from his book, "you two are menaces." You hummed in agreement, bringing the spoon to your mouth to lick the extra sugar off. You caught Remus watching from your peripherals and made a show of it, bringing your glossed lips together at the tip of the spoon. When you glanced up thoughtfully through your lashes, he was still watching. It made you chuckle as his eyes quickly averted back to his book. Baited.

"Are you coming tomorrow, Y/N?" Peter asked, shoving toast into his mouth. You swallowed your porridge and swore that Remus' ears seemed to shift at the question.

"Y/N never comes to quidditch parties," James pouted, turning to look at you. You rolled your eyes.

"Correction, I never come to your quidditch parties," you teased, poking a finger into his shoulder. "I'll probably go tomorrow to see Pandora. If Ravenclaw wins," you reminded them. Sirius grumbled something but you couldn't tell what he was saying through his mouthful of sausage. James' face lit up with excitement.

"Ooh! Sibling bonding time," he gushed cheesily, squeezing your cheeks. Oh, for fucks sake. Could he stop? You were doing everything in your power not to be seen as his bloody little sister and he was ruining all your efforts.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm going to class," you grumbled, trying to hide your annoyance in front of Remus. The boys chuckled as you gathered your things and got up from your seat. If James was going to be a tosser, you'd have to up your game.

"Oops," you said innocently as you dropped your book on the ground, loud enough to make a clatter. You bent over to pick it up, praying that James was currently not watching.

"Merlin, Y/N. Pull your bloody skirt down," James scolded, making a foul face. You rolled your eyes at him again and stuck your tongue out as you continued to exit the hall. Well, if Remus hadn't been looking before, he surely was now.

PHASE 2: Line

You were more than excited for the Quidditch game, especially after spending yesterday evening stuck in the dungeons fixing your laughing potion. You were also excited because you had another chance to see Remus. You had only seen him briefly yesterday, and he was always buried in his work. Hopefully you'd be able to gain his attention today at the game.

With this intention, you slipped on a white babydoll top and watched yourself in the mirror as you buttoned it up. You looked good. You left the top button purposely unlatched, knowing it could catch someone’s attention. After slipping on your favorite pair of jeans, you felt confident- sexy, even. Just the idea of Remus thinking you were sexy made you bite your lip.

You didn't wait for your roommates to finish getting ready. You did a last check of your things, grabbed your coat, and started down to the common room. As per usual, the marauders were sitting around the couches, talking loudly and taking up space. This time, Remus was clearly in on whatever bet was being placed over the quidditch game. His crooked smile made you curse under your breath and fix your hair. You decided to play it safe and sit by Marlene in an attempt to hide your fluster.

“Hi Marls,” you chimed, plopping down next to her.

“Princess Potter! You look absolutely dashing today,” she gloated, giving you a quick hug into her shoulder. You blushed from her compliment and peered upwards from the hug. Remus was smiling at something Peter had said, but was looking at you. You sent him a small wave from under Marlene’s arm to which he nodded up in response before turning his attention back to the boys. Why was that so hot?

Within twenty minutes, the group of Gryffindors was ready to leave, so the lot of you began the journey down to the pitch. It was nice out today, one of those afternoons where the sun seemed to warm the grounds and the breeze. This meant that the entire school would be at the game. You weren’t usually a fan of crowded spaces, but you silently thanked the gods for putting you behind Remus as you filed into the stands. It was so packed, you could smell the cologne lingering off his clothes as you sat down on the bench. You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile of satisfaction. It felt like the universe was helping your scheme.

“Y/N!” James called over the crowd, leaning forward to see you. You raised your brows and leaned forward to see him, giving him a forced smile.

“Yes, brother dearest?” You called back in a sickly sweet voice. At least now you had an excuse to lean over Remus, who was currently leaning back as far as he could to get out of the way. Perfect position to climb onto his lap, your brain thought intrusively.

“Your boyfriend’s up on the pitch,” he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, pointing to Theodore Pompous, a 7th year Ravenclaw. You leaned over Remus and Peter to smack your brother.

“Bugger off,” you grumbled. “I admit to having a crush one time in third year, and you still haven’t shut up about it!” You felt your cheeks blush as James and Sirius continued to tease you in the most immature manner. All you could do was roll your eyes and take it, those prats.

“Still have a crush on that posh boy?” Remus leaned in with a teasing smile. You internally groaned at him for joining in on the joke, but you wouldn’t pass up the chance to tease him back.

“Why, are you jealous?” You challenged with a devious head tilt. Remus scoffed and trained his eyes back on Theodore.

“Nah,” Remus replied coolly. “Besides, James would never let you go out with that git.”

“Oh, yea?” You asked, leaning in slightly. “And who would my brother let me go out with?” He turned to face you, his eyes meeting your provocative stare. His eyes flashed with something before Marlene tugged on your arm.

“Can you tell the boys to scoot down? Lily just got here.”

You stifled the urge to roll your eyes as you and Remus called out for the boys to move further down the bench. There wasn’t much room to spare, and you ended up wedged between Marlene and Remus. You were painfully aware of his leg against your own, though Marlene's thigh didn't seem to cross your mind. Remus leaned away from you, his hand behind Peter on the bench to support his weight. It was only a minute of this compromising position before they announced the start of the game. Then, everyone leapt to their feet, eager to watch.

It was a riveting match, and Slytherin almost took the win. Luckily, Theodore managed to catch the snitch at the perfect score ratio, ending the game and sealing the win for Ravenclaw. As the excitement and cheers began to die down, everyone started slowly filing out of the stands. You shuffled behind Marlene, the noise of chatter and brushing of shoulders making you feel slightly overwhelmed. The party was going to be packed tonight. You were almost to the stairs when your foot got caught on a raised step, tripping you into the walkway. You gasped as your heart lurched forward. You prepared for impact against the steps, but it never came. Suddenly, you felt that Remus’ hands had wrapped around your waist. Your cheeks flushed red as you twisted around to face him, his right hand still lingering on your body.

“Thanks,” you muttered sheepishly, your body still shaken from the almost fall. He hesitated for a moment with his hand on you, and was about to say something before James appeared next to him. Remus dropped his hand and shoved it in his pocket. You turned back around and kept following Marlene, carefully watching where you stepped.

“Y/N, fix your shirt!” James called from behind. You clenched your jaw as you kept trudging on, shuffling along with the rest of the Gryffindors. Marlene fell beside you and scoffed.

“He is such a prat about you,” Marlene complained, throwing a dirty look back at James.

“Tell me about it. I almost eat shit and all he cares about is my shirt buttons,” you grumbled, begrudgingly buttoning your top. Marlene cackled and threw her arm around you.

“Please tell me you’re coming to the party tonight,” Marlene pleaded, shaking you slightly.

“Oh, I’m coming to the party tonight,” you grinned delightfully, nudging her in response. “And James is going to freak out when he sees what I’m wearing.”

PHASE 3: and Sinker

"Okay, actually what the fuck are you wearing, Y/N. This is my last straw," James warned, pushing himself up from the arm chair. His outburst made the other three boys heads snap up. You couldn't help but smirk as you felt Remus’ eyes on your body.

"What? This is what people wear at Ravenclaw parties these days," you shrugged, waving past them towards the exit. "Not that you lot would know. You don't get invited." Sirius barked out a laugh, while James sputtered in disbelief behind you.

"She's right!" Mary called from the stairs, bouncing into the common room with the rest of the Gryffindor girls, all looking flawless. You couldn't blame James for his reaction- If anything, you should be thanking him. He's doing a great job of getting everyone to stare.

"While I respect your opinion James, I think I look great. And I can wear whatever the hell I want," you snapped, spinning around to face him with a stubborn glare. The girls cheered, shouting some excited "Hell yeahs!" as James gave up with a resigned eye roll. He knew better than to cross you on something you wanted, and you clearly wanted something. He just didn't need to know exactly what it was. The girls followed you excitedly as you started out the portrait hole. This was going to be a fun night.

As predicted, the Ravenclaw common room was packed. By the time you arrived, the moonlight was already pouring through the glass ceiling dome, casting everything in a dreamy glow. It wasn't hard for Pandora to spot you, pulling you onto the dance floor with an airy giggle. The music was pulsing through your veins as you finished your first drink, then your second. Pandora pulled you into her body, the two of you laughing as you swayed and twirled. For a moment, your eyes focused on the group of Gryffindors hanging out in the lounge area, laughing at something Sirius had said. Remus sat back in a chair, his casual demeanor seeming out of place in a room like this.

Remus.

Your swaying slowed as you trained your eyes on him sitting nonchalantly. He was watching you, his jaw tightening as his eyes dropped to where Pandoras hands rested on your hips. It was too bad that Pandora twirled you around and you lost your train of thought.

"Panda, let's go smoke. I'm getting dizzy," you called over the music, Pandora nodding in response. The two of you resigned to a quiet corner, where you pulled out a tin of cigarettes and lit one with a flick of your wand. You inhaled deeply, enjoying the relief of cool air away from the crowd. You leaned your back up against the wall as Pandora took the fag from your hands.

“Lingering eyes are on you,” Pandora sang, her spacey eyes falling behind you as she took a drag. You turned your head to see where she was looking and was met with Remus' stare.

“Perfect. Those are just the eyes I want lingering,” you replied, bringing your drink to your lips as you watched him. You half expected him to look away, but his eyes were burning through you. You watched as he scanned up your body, his eyes meeting yours before he downed the rest of his drink. He then quickly averted to James who was trying to get Remus' attention.

"I need another drink,” you mumbled as you pushed yourself off the wall, Pandora's giggles echoing behind you. You crossed the room over to where the drinks were. You couldn’t tell if the room was charmed to be slightly purple or if it was the night sky above you. Either way, the ambiance certainly added to your intoxication as you neared the edge of the room. You almost didn’t realize someone slipping up behind you.

"Are you teasing me, Y/N?" Remus asked, cornering you by the drinks table as you spun around. He moved quickly, and you peered behind him to check for any lingering marauders.

"I'm always teasing you idiots," you sassed, turning to grab a bottle off the table. Remus seemed to step even closer to you. If one of the boys saw you like this, they'd certainly take notice. He was being bold. Luckily, you were hidden by an abnormally large globe and the mist that seemed to float about the room.

"I see you everyday," Remus challenged, huffing out a laugh, "and I've never noticed you looking at me with those eyes, Y/N." You hummed as you filled two shot glasses.

“What eyes?” You asked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes as you held out a shot for him. He scoffed out another laugh and took the shot from you.

“Cheers, love,” he winked, clanking his glass with yours before downing the shot. You followed suit, happy to consume some liquid courage. He leaned in closer to you and lowered his voice, “You know, you should really be careful wearing something like that.”

“Why’s that?” You swallowed, the burn from the shot making your cheeks hot.

“You might catch someone’s attention who you don’t want,” Remus said darkly, making you bite your lip. You’d never seen him like this before.

“And what if I catch the attention of someone I do want?” You asked coyly, looking up at him again through a tantalizing gaze. Remus scoffed again for the third time, as if he couldn’t believe your audacity.

“And who is it that you want, Y/N? Hmm?” He asked, more of a challenge. At this point, you were certain that he wanted you. That, or you were about to be in serious trouble. Either way, the risk seemed worth the reward.

“You.”

Something broke in Remus as he stepped forward again, impossibly closer as his hands met your hips.

"You mean to tell me you wore this dress, just to get my attention?" He laughed, his voice low and teasing. You bit your lip and blushed, trying to hide your blatant satisfaction. Remus was smarter than he looked.

"Mmhm," you nodded, your poorly hidden smile spreading to his face.

"Fuck, Y/N," he broke and turned to scan the room, his hands still grasping your hips. You stared up at him, watching his jaw tense as he tried to locate the marauders. His hands were burning through your dress as you stood completely still. You felt relieved when he muttered, "Follow Me," and ushered you towards the exit. You weren't sure where your brother was, but you trusted Remus to get you into the hallway. Once you had exited the doors, he wasted no time as he pressed you into the wall, the force causing you to gasp. He held you in place as he pressed his forehead into yours.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered and you almost scoffed. You tugged him by the collar and collided his mouth with yours, groaning when he deepened the kiss immediately. His hands were greedy, grabbing at your body as he pushed himself against you. This was even better than your dreams. All sense left your body as he continued kissing down your neck. He pressed his knee roughly in between your legs. A moan left you lips as he bit down, nipping and sucking at your skin.

"Fuck, Remus," you panted, your hips rolling up towards his body. He grunted and pushed you back against the wall. Who knew Remus Lupin would be so intense?

"Can I take you back?" he breathed heavily, as if he was barely holding onto his control.

"Do you even have to ask?" you teased, his body flush against your own. He huffed out a laugh as he kissed your neck again.

"You know I have to ask, Y/N," Remus muttered darkly, as though the act of asking in itself was a violation. And maybe it was, but you couldn't care less about the line he was crossing.

"Does this answer your question?" You whispered, pulling his hand down to touch you. He cursed under his breath as he felt you, his hand seeming to move on its own as he ran his fingers up your soaking panties. It took him a minute to regain focus.

"Okay, let's go," he commanded, guiding you down the hallway with haste. You giggled as he held your waist, moving you quickly towards the Gryffindor tower. You couldn't believe this was actually happening. It surprised and satisfied you that your plan had worked, that you'd managed to tip Remus over so far that he was bringing you back to his dorm.

"You're moving so fast," you fussed as he dragged you up the stairs. His legs were significantly longer than yours.

"M' sorry," he muttered, his eyes focused ahead. "I don't want to waste any time." His urgency was contagious, and you felt yourself pick up the pace. He released you as you stepped through the portrait hole, his grip loosening with surprising restraint. He was careful, and as much as it didn't concern you in the moment, you were glad at least one of you was being responsible. There weren't many people in the common room, everyone either asleep or at the party. Remus' hand found your back once again as he silently steered you towards the boys dorms. You went up the staircase until you reached their door, looking back at Remus for permission before opening it. The windows let in slivers of moonlight and a cooling breeze. Remus shut the door behind you and turned you around. Somehow his faced seemed more real as he stood there, his eyes searching your face.

"Remus," you breathed, feeling the weight of his gaze. He huffed out a breath through his nose, stepping close to you.

"Just tell me Y/N," he said, his hands finding your neck, "Just tell me if you want me to stop."

"I want you," you whined, standing on your tip toes and pulling him down by the neck. He gratefully returned the motion, groaning as his mouth found yours. Remus was everything you'd expected and more. He knew what he was doing, and his blatant want for you made your legs buckle under his touch. He walked you backwards, lifting you by the thighs and lowering you carefully onto his bed. His hand smoothed its way over your leg, pushing up the hem of your dress. His thumb swiped against your front, causing your back to lift slightly under his touch. He hummed into your mouth as he ground his hips down into yours. You could feel him through his pants, and you groaned at his size. Fucking hell. You ran your finger nails down the back of his shirt. Remus pulled his wand out of his pocket and closed his curtains, sitting up on his knees and unbuttoning his shirt. You watched, mesmerized by the show in front of you. The scars that ran down his chest, lower to his abdomen, and lower...

"My eyes are up here, darling," Remus teased, smirking down at you as he tugged off his shirt. You swallowed, looking up at his eyes which were no less intimidating than his body. He scoffed out a laugh as he climbed over you, running his fingertips down your body.

"If your intention was to get my attention all night, you did a good job," he breathed, pressing his finger into your clit. "Such a good job."

He stifled your moan with his mouth, his kiss wet and needy. His fingers moved carefully over your panties, provoking a response from your body that you'd never experienced before. You were trying your best to keep up with his kiss, but the overwhelming sensation of Remus had you melting into the bed.

"Oh, fuck," you moaned, throwing your head back into the pillow as his fingers moved underneath the fabric. He hummed as he began to kiss roughly down your neck. His fingers swiped over your slickness, teasing your entrance. You grasped onto him tighter, your nails digging into his shoulder as he plunged a finger inside you. He pushed himself up to watch you as he pumped another finger into you, you hips moving rhythmically with his hands. By this point, you looked a complete mess with your dress bunched around your middle and your mouth in a permanent gasp. You groaned as you felt yourself beginning to pulse on the brink of an orgasm.

"Fuck, Y/N. Are you going to cum?" Remus mocked you, he fingers stealdiy curly up inside of you.

"Y-yea. M' gonna cum," You whimpered, screwing your eyes shut. Remus muttered a curse under his breath before ducking his head and finding his way in between your thighs. Without warning, he buried himself in you, lapping at your clit while pinning you down by the waist. You grasped at his hair, attempting to pull him off of you but it was no use. He was humming into you as you moved in circle around his face, teetering on the verge of your orgasm. He let out a particularly throaty grunt that sent you over the edge. You let out a muffled cry as you spilled your juices onto his tongue repeatedly. He finished you up, humming as he began to kiss up your body until he hovered over you again. You pulled him down into a rough kiss, your hips snapping up to feel his hard on. "You're so perfect, Y/N," Remus praised, pulling your dress down over your bum. Your tits were now fully exposed, Remus' hands and eyes exploring over your body like he was trying to memorize you. "So perfect... I want you so badly..." He groaned, kissing over you chest and rubbing your tit in his hand. You groaned with pleasure.

"Then have me." You didn't hesitate to pull off the rest of your clothes, helping Remus unbutton his pants and pull them over his ankles. He did the same with his boxers, his length springing free. You bit your lip at the sight, a little nervous for how big he was. This didn't deter you though as you sat on your knees and leaned forward, beckoning him to use you.

"You're so fucking-” Remus let out a groan as he pushed himself inside your mouth, grabbing the back of your head with his hand. You wet his shaft with your tongue, moaning as he began to move down your throat. "So fucking good." His praises made you clamp your knees together, groaning again as you took him as far as you could handle. He gripped your hair roughly and throat fucked you for a few seconds before pulling you off, as if he couldn't control himself. "Turn around."

You did as you were told and spun around onto you hands. He pushed you chest down into the bed lined himself up with your entrance. You tried to sit back onto him, but his other hand held your hips firmly in place.

"Please, Remus," you choked out, your face buried into the mattress. He groaned as he pushed into you slowly, stretching you out with every inch he pressed inside of you.

"Oh, fuck," Remus breathed, moving slowly to let you adjust to his size. This consideration didn't last long before he was pounding you into his mattress, calling you filthy names and tugging on your hair. All the restraint he seemed to have went out the window as he fucked you mercilessly from behind.

"R-Remus. Fuck- me-" you cried, whimpering with every thrust. His hand gripped your hip with a squeeze as he leaned over your body.

"You're taking me so well," He breathed, running his hand under you body. He snaked his hand over your tit and pulled you up against him, making you gasp with pleasure from the new angle. "You're doing so good, angel."

He had you melting from his touch as your body gave out underneath his hands. He bit your neck gently, sucking and kissing on the sweet spot he had found earlier. You groaned as your head lulled back on his shoulder. This was not what you were expecting. You had no complaints though as he reached down between your legs and started pressing on your clit, pushing himself deep inside of you.

“R-Remus,” you warned, struggling to hold yourself up. You could feel a knot forming in your stomach for the second time as his thick cock moved inside of you, putting more pressure on your nerves.

“Just like that, Y/N,” he murmured, his strong hands holding you in place. “Just let go, sweetheart.”

You didn’t have to be told twice as you let yourself release around him, guttural sounds coming out of your mouth. You had no time to feel embarrassed over your moans as he pushed you back on the bed and started fucking you senseless.

“So good, fuck me,” Remus mutter incoherently as he rammed himself inside of you, grabbing at your hips. You looked back at him to watch, and were not disappointed at the sight. When his eyes locked onto yours, he broke. He snapped his hips haphazardly as he released himself inside of you. You moaned again at the feeling of Remus Lupin filling you up with his cum. He thrust into you one last time before falling over you, moving your hair to one side to kiss your neck.

“So fucking good, Y/N,” he praised again, cleaning the both of you up with an impressive flick of his wand. You hummed and turned yourself around in a fucked out daze. He watched you pout as you pulled weakly on his neck. He chuckled under his breath and came down to kiss you. The two of you stayed like that for a while, lazily kissing as his hands rubbed gently down your body, a stark contrast from his rough actions just moments ago.

“I should probably go,” you frowned as he came up for air. He mirrored your response and sighed.

“You’re probably right,” he said, pushing himself off of you. “Here, let me grab you a shirt.” He pulled on his own pants before you heard him shuffle to his trunk. Just as you were about to move to get up, you heard someone bounding up the stairs.

“Shit,” you whispered, frozen in place. You saw Remus’ hands toss a shirt through the curtain before retreating, and you gratefully put it on. Luckily, your dress was still under you. You heard Remus kick your shoes under his bed.

“Moony? Why’d you leave so early?” You heard Sirius ask with a slight slur, stumbling into the room.

“Started boking,” Remus replied casually. “I feel like shit, I’m just gonna go to bed.” Sirius hummed and fell on his bed. You heard him kick off his shoes and manuveur himself under the sheets.

“You and me both, Moons,” Sirius groaned, seemingly too drunk to care about any lie Remus was spewing. Remus moved towards his bed.

“Alright, well. G’night,” Remus murmured, climbing into bed quickly.

“G’night,” Sirius muttered, rummaging through something. You looked to Remus with concern, who only put his finger to his lips as he came to lay down next to you. His haphazard smile seemed to relax you a bit as he pulled you into your chest, humming with content.

“Just go to sleep, love,” he whispered quietly and kissed your head. “I’ll get you back safe and sound.” Perhaps it was against your better judgement, but you seemed to trust Remus wholly to take care of you. That and your body was completely exhausted from him. You murmured a goodnight as you buried yourself into his neck, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. At some point, you heard your brother come in with Peter. Remus momentarily tensed causing you to shift. His grasp tightened on you before he heard Sirius grumble something along the lines of “sick” to James and the room fell silent again.

The second time you stirred, you felt Remus pulling away from you. You mumbled lightly, confused as to why he was getting out of bed. He turned to shush you quietly before stepping out. You heard him shuffle across the room.

“James,” he whispered, “James, wake up.” You sat up quietly in his bed. What the fuck was he doing?

“Mm,” James groaned, turning in his bed. “Moony?”

“Yea it’s me,” Remus said quickly. “Can I borrow your cloak? I think a Slytherin charmed my drink last night and I need to go on a quick mission.” You rolled your eyes at this. Remus was smart, and his lies would perfectly convince James. He would never turn down a prank.

“Oh, shit,” James said, slightly more awake. “Do you want me to come?”

“No,” Remus answered quickly. “Uh, no. I’ll be super quick. I just can’t sleep until I know I got back at them.” This seemed to appease James as you heard him fall back into bed.

“Sure, Moony,” James yawned. “It’s in my trunk.” You heard Remus shuffle through his trunk before coming back around to the other side of your bed. You heard him slip on some shoes before holding the curtain open, once again holding his finger to his lips. You rolled your eyes at this and quietly stepped out of the bed, thankfully blocked by the rest of the room. Remus threw the cloak over the both of you and guiding you to the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. Both of you felt relief as you stepped into the stairway, making your way down to the common room. Nobody was here at this hour. Remus threw the cloak off of you.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said, spinning you around to face him. “I should’ve been more careful.” You shook your head.

“It’s fine, I didn’t mind using you as my pillow for a bit,” you chuckled lightly. “Besides, I could’ve used a bit more caution myself.” You blushed shyly at him. You hadn’t been the most discreet throughout the whole ordeal. Remus laughed at this and ran his thumbs across your hips, causing you to shiver. You wore only his oversized shirt and your panties.

“Nah,” Remus said with his lopsided grin. “I think I quite like your obvious pining for me.” You slapped his chest lightly as he chuckled. “I’ll just have to work extra hard to keep you to myself.” He leaned in to kiss you, and you felt your heart leap. So much for getting over your crush.

“Hmm, I’ll guess I’ll have to keep trying to get you attention then,” you whispered, pulling back from his lips. He hummed and kissed you again, as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Go get some sleep, love. I’m sure you need it,” he teased, flashing another grin at you. You rolled your eyes at him but couldn’t keep your smile down.

“Goodnight, Remus.” You started towards the girls dormitories.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Remus found himself staying in the common room with James’ cloak, not wanting to return too early. He tried to convince himself this was a bad idea, but he couldn’t justify it. There really wasn’t anything that could stop him from fucking you again. His mind flashed with images of your perfect eyes looking back at him as he rammed himself inside of your perfect pussy. His head fell back onto the couch with a thud. He was a goner.

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sirius black x fem!reader | masterlist

summary ༄ sirius x potter!reader ... sirius loves you, but he swears he's not good for you. angst, childhood friends to lovers, inspired by cry by cas, coward!sirius, ooc!sirius a little pls don't come after me love u bye

word count ༄ 2.7k

nora’s notes ༄ CAUSE I NEEEEEED TO TELLLL YOU SOMEEEEETHING! erm okay i know i said i was working on pt two of i want you but i got distracted by this instead. i haven't read it through bc if i do i won't publish it PLS don't mind how the writing quality from my last post has dramatically worsened...

you look so pretty like this. mouth drawn open, drool trickling from your soft mouth. your face, your whole body, turned towards the boy next to you. even in sleep, you’re drawn to him. so trusting, so open.

something in his gut twists.

—

“sirius!” a call comes from behind him, accompanied by a smattering of footsteps as he watches you approach. your lips are parted to take in more air, and he’s overcome by the urge to grab your face and absolutely kiss you silly.

he ignores it, trying to instead focus on what you’re saying.

“...hogsmeade tomorrow?” you ask, a twinge of hope seeping into your voice. you’re so eager, eyes wide, that he feels terrible not knowing what you said. “were you listening?”

“sorry, darling, i was too distracted by your beauty. what was that?” he tilts his head at you, taking pride in the way the tips of your ears turn reddish.

flicking his ear, you repeat your question. “d’you wanna have lunch at hogsmeade tomorrow? james said he was going with re–erm, lily, or something, and rem and peter are busy.”

“uhh,” he pauses, thinking about his schedule.

“it’s okay if you’re busy,” you tack on quickly, noting his hesitation.

“no, no,” he frowns, upset by the way you’re tugging at your neckline, looking away from him. “i’ll go. i promise. i’ll be there. lunch, you said?”

that smile, that beaming, beautiful smile, lights up the whole world and has him smiling along with you. you’re contagious. he wants to breathe you in and keep the disease all to himself.

he makes a mental note to cancel all of his plans tomorrow. he wants to see you all day.

—

you shift on the pillow, face burying further and further into the sheets, as if permanently embedding yourself onto your bed. the comforter slips from where it was from your shoulders, allowing him a good look at your bare back, the expanse of your shoulders. he wants to press kisses against them, knead his hands into a sweet massage–anything to make you feel good.

your face is serene when you sleep. the knot between your brows, which james swore was permanent at this point, has dissolved with rest. his thumb traces your eyebrows before he can stop himself, knowing this is the last time he’ll see you this calm for a while.

he turns away from you, trying to avoid looking at any part of you. he can already feel the guilt gnawing at his fingers, worming its way into his bones. he needs to get it out.

before thinking too hard about it, he shuffles around, standing from your bed and grabbing his boxers from where they landed on the floor last night. he takes the rest of his clothes and slips them on as quietly as possible. but before he leaves your room, he pauses to drink you in. you, in all your drooling, snoring glory.

you move around, a hand reaching out to your left, roaming up and down the bed as if searching for him. he’d prefer it if you sucker punched him in the stomach.

he can’t won’t think about that look in your eyes yesterday, when you begged him to fuck you. it was devastated. especially when he closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds and opened them to see you, caged under his body, just watching him.

like you knew he couldn’t give you everything. like you knew he would be there, but he wouldn’t be there. and when he closed his eyes again, he pretended he couldn’t feel the wetness slipping from your eyelids.

—

“he got another one,” your brother sighs as he enters the common room, only a few seconds after a red-faced sirius, who stormed through, scrubbing at his face.

“a howler?” you ask james, sitting up straight in concern. “from… her?”

he nods, making a move to pass you where you’re sat with your legs draped across the couch, having eaten dinner much earlier than the marauders.

“i’ll go,” you say, stopping him from walking up the stairs. “he won’t want to see anyone who saw it happen.”

“but i’m his best friend,” james counters, pushing his glasses up his nose. “he won’t mind.”

“just let me.” you plead with your eyes, which makes him hesitate just enough for you to pass him and head to the dorm. “stay down there.”

he relents, and you enter sirius’ dorm with the tiniest bit of a sashay. you know he hates feeling weak, so the best way to treat him is not like he’s delicate. even if he is. just a little bit.

you hum a bit, making your way to james’ bed, which sits directly across from the window sirius is sat in front of. the boy is looking out the window, a cigarette tucked between his fingers, and as much as he looks devastatingly handsome, his eyes are also red with a sort of tiredness you only acquire after years of crying.

“may i?” you reach for the cigarette, and he hands it to you with a limp hand, not even looking over. he knows exactly what you’re doing, but he’s not going to stop you. to do that would be to deny the only thing he wants right now.

you take a long drag, purposefully blowing the smoke into his face, smiling when he gives you a reaction. “turn around?” you ask with a softness that he can’t deny.

not when you’re just so lovable in comparison to the scarlet that still tinges his vision, the cold screech of his mother, screaming, telling him he wasn’t good enough, humiliating him in front of his friends. he slept around, he was a disgrace. she reminded him of who he was–who he’d always be: a black.

without realizing, his fingers clench into balls, and he listens to you, letting you thread your fingers through his thick hair, shoulders relaxing with your touch.

“talk about it?” you murmur, braiding the top of his head into a soft french braid.

just for a second, he hesitates. then, with a sigh that echoes through his body, he shakes his head. “you.”

you get what he means, and so, you steer the conversation into mindless blabbers about your day, what you ate, who you hung out with. the more you speak, the more you feel the tension in his body dissolve into your hands. after a bout of silence, “you’re a good person, sirius.”

he chuckles a bit at that. “you and my mother would disagree.”

“it’s true,” you double down. “who else would take on an illegal animal form, just to help their friend? who would pull pranks on anyone who even dared to look at any of their friends the wrong way? who would go with james to threaten all the guys who look at me funny? just kidding, you’re not off the hook for that one.”

his head lifts towards yours with a pout. “he was creepy, darling. he was staring at you like he wanted to sink his teeth into your pretty little flesh, and it creeped me out.”

you wrinkle your nose. “ew.”

still, something warms in him at the thought of you accepting him. of seeing him as a good person. only–he wasn’t sure if that was true. he felt terrible more often than not. always a destroyer, a nuisance. couldn’t keep a girl, couldn’t love properly. if there was anything walburga black was good at, it was getting under his skin.

right now, it seemed like she had crawled through his bloodstream and settled into it. and it sure didn’t seem like she was going to leave anytime soon.

—

sirius is ignoring all of the calls that come through. the second he left your house, he went to the cliffside with a pack of marlboro’s and a hair tie. after lighting one and putting his hair back, he admires the valley. it was magnificent, with sloping mountains of green sliding down both sides, kissing in the middle. flowers decorated the hills, and his breath catches. it is so beautiful.

but he’s terrified of slipping. if he falls down into that valley, he would have no chance of coming back up. the slope is too steep.

he stands, stepping back to watch from afar. another step, and a stumble backwards. his foot catches on a stray rock, and he lands hard on his ass. ow.

when he grabs for his phone, a lump knocks on the walls of his stomach. he has thousands of messages from james, who has clearly been updated on the situation and is spamming him like crazy. but only one has your name on top of it, staring up at him with those teary eyes, wide, desperate: please don’t shut me out.

—

the christmas lights that tangled themselves in your tree were the nicest, coziest light for you to read by. you had insisted on celebrating some muggle traditions that lily had taught you about, and of course, james was all onboard. the two of you convinced your parents to put up decorations around the living room, and now you spend all of your time there. after grabbing the new novel you’re reading, you curl onto the couch to read.

will the noseless villain defeat the scrawny boy? you’re just turning the page when something–no, someone–spills out of the chimney, covered in soot, stumbling onto the carpet. some dark liquid is leaking out from his skin.

you’d recognize that figure anywhere.

sirius.

the book slips from your grasp and you run towards him. “james!” you holler at the top of your lungs, fingers skimming his torso. “siri, i–are you okay? that was a dumb question, of course not. what–what do you need?”

he peers up at you, his eyes glassy. “darling, i have to tell you–i–”

james comes running through the doorway, hearing the commotion, and yells for your parents. they take off his shirt, and you can see all of the bruises that have molded themselves onto his body. he has a large gash on his ribcage, and he looks victim to a crucio or two.

oh god.

before you can stop them, water collects at your lashline, cascading down your cheeks. something pushes you to sit by him, hold his hand, and when you do, he glances at you. his face is weak from the pain, but he still reaches out to wipe your tears away.

“don’t cry for me, y/n.” he murmurs softly as your mother tends to his wounds.

“i can’t help it,” you let out a small hiccup, your fingers tracing his.

i’m not worth it, is what he almost says. he turns his head away from you. he can’t look at you anymore. not when you’re this distraught over him. merlin.

he catches you crying for him again in your room, a few weeks later. you were dancing in the kitchen to whatever came on the radio, and he bumped into a stack of plates on the counter. they shattered, and he almost had a panic attack right then and there. what would he do when euphemia kicked him out? he had nowhere else to go.

he knew you would cry when you nudged an explanation out of him. you comforted him, and it really was no big deal in the end, but something in his bones told him you would cry for him. and it made him want to claw his skin off.

—

sirius tries to escape, but of course, you find him. of course, you always do. even when–no, especially when he tries to hide. when he hates himself so much that he wants to rip his own flesh apart, break his own bones, you see him.

he’s not sure if he hates or loves that about you.

you’re outside his door, distraught scribbled into the wrinkle of your eyes and the quiver of you sweet, sweet lips. “sirius?”

maybe he can just avoid you. maybe he can just let himself absorb you forever, ignore the reality.

“i know you’re home,” you call softly, wringing your fingers. “can we talk about last night?”

he swallows. do what’s good for her. you have to make her happy, above all else. he opens the door.

“hi,” you say with a shyness he hasn’t seen in years. you step forward, crossing the boundaries, letting yourself into his place. into his heart.

—

“darling, i…” he swallows, and something twinges in your legs, telling you to run. but you can’t tear your gaze away from his adam’s apple, which you pressed kisses to only hours earlier, when you whispered sweet words to each other, saccharine promises.

you tilt your head at him, and bile rushes to his mouth. how could he ever do this? he is a coward.

“we can’t be together.” he says after a minute of silence, eyes trained on your feet. “we can’t.”

at first, you don’t even try to argue. that makes it even worse. “i’ll wait for you.”

“no, it’s–i,” he pauses, takes a deep breath. “i… i just can’t. not now, not ever. maybe, i’d change, someday. but i can’t help the way i feel.”

“you… you don’t feel the same about me?” it comes out in a breathy whisper, and it's his turn to watch you swallow, something scratching at your eyes.

“i wish that i could,” he responds. i wish i was good, wish that i could give you my love now.

“oh. i… oh.” your voice is barely audible. the stumble of your feet as you race towards the door is louder. it echoes through his bare apartment, second to the pounding of his heart as you close the door gently. you were always too kind, too soft to him.

he was always too terrible for you.

—

the first time sirius met james potter, the boy took one look at him and said, “don’t you dare go after my sister.”

he shrugged it off at the time–why would he care about james’ sister anyways? all he wanted were friends. real, genuine friends. maybe ones that would really piss walburga off, if he was lucky. and james potter seemed just the type.

but when he met you, something changed. he wanted you, he knew that much. even at thirteen, fourteen, he knew he felt something different for you. a feeling he wanted to keep close to his chest and never let go. he already had a spot for you in his heart; it was probably drilled in at birth, that’s how well you fit into it.

yet, every year, even before he said anything, james would waggle his finger. “oh, please, padfoot, not my sister. you can’t even hold down one girl, i’m never letting you near here. you’d just break her heart. besides, you don’t want her, anyways,” and that throaty laugh. he never realized how much those words had grabbed fistfuls of sirius’ guts, squeezing them until nothing came out.

he internalized them. he was untouchable, the boy every girl wanted, that every girl could fuck, but never have.

—

sirius black had been selfish many, many times in his life. but this, this was the most selfish decision he’d ever made. it sucks that he was too drunk on cheap booze and a scary kind of lovesickness to notice.

the only thing he can see right now–the only thing he can think about clearly–is you, in the most stunning dress he’d ever seen. when you walked in, his jaw dropped with a little whoa.

you’re the only one for him. that’s how it’s always been.

it’s too fucking bad that when he spun you around to love ballads on the dance floor, you let him. it’s worse that when his forehead kissed yours, you let him. you let him press his ugliness against your perfect. he took you by the waist, and you let him.

his most selfish decision, underneath him, begging for him, tugging on his collar and smearing kisses on his jaw, his neck, his v-line.

oh, shit.

james came into his conscience, on his tails was walburga. you’re not good enough for her. you never have been. you’re a mistake, a disgrace. you’ll sleep around, mince her heart into chunks. run, sirius. that’s all you’ve ever done.

seeing you in front of him, he knew. with that lovely, lovely smile and that gleam in your eyes, oh. he’d only make you cry.

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ethereacals · 6 months ago

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hi ! could you please write a barty c jr x reader were they have a really flirty friendship and he gets jealous over her and ends up confessing ?

this got lost in my inbox i’m so sorry 😭

every girl gets her wish

pairing: barty crouch jr x potter!fem!reader

content: barty being a menace, background jegulus

warnings: none

HIS PRINCESS WENT on a date, and it wasn’t with him.

Now— Of course Barty was supportive and happy for you when you announced that you had gotten asked out by a 6th year Hufflepuff.

And of course Barty wanted you to be able to date anyone.

And of course Barty wasn’t jealous! He was just feeling or showing an envious resentment of someone or their achievements, possessions, or perceived advantages.

But what if you fell in love with this guy? What if you never spoke to him ever again?

He was getting ahead of himself— there’s no way his butterfly was going to never speak to him again.

“Barty? I’m back..” You crept quietly into his dorm, seeing as girls weren’t typically allowed in the boy’s dormitory.

“Butterfly? Ugh! I missed you.” Barty flung himself around you, his face nuzzling into your hair.

“I was gone for two hours?” You questioned sweetly, and he pulled back to see your face.

“Exactly, two hours is much too long to go without seeing my Butterfly.” He sighed dramatically.

“You’re being dramatic.” You cooed, fixing up his disheveled hair.

“I am not, you were prancing around Hogsmeade with some bloke i’ve never met. That’s very unsafe.” He insisted, sitting both of you down on his bed.

“He wasn’t horrible, I promise. He was just… a bit mundane.” You sighed, flopping onto your back as Barty laid next to you with a smile.

“That’s good to hear.” He let out a breath of relief.

“Why do you say that?” You turned to face him, a confused expression on your face.

“My life’s plan was to be so interesting and exciting that you would never be able to find someone as fun and exciting and interesting as me.” He joked, wrapping his arms around you.

You giggled, his chin resting on your chest as he laid on top of you.

His eyes searched your face, you were so ethereal.

“I don’t think I could ever find someone as fun and exciting and interesting as you.” You whispered, stroking his hair gently.

“… I could never find someone as beautiful and elegant as you, Butterfly.”

“Surely you could.”

“Absolutely not, it’d be impossible.”

Barty sat up, and pulled you with him.

Your eyes met, his full of admiration.

“Butterfly?”

“Yes, Barty?”

“Can I kiss you? Please?” He breathed out, his hand gently caressing your cheek.

You were convinced Barty had never been this gentle with someone, seeing as he looked so cautious.

“M—Mhm..”

Before you could really understand what was going on, his lips locked with yours.

The passion between you was palpable, and Barty kissed you like he would never ever be able to again.

His hand traveled down to your waist, as your arms rested on his shoulders.

You stayed like that for a while, taking short breaks to breathe.

It was heavenly.

Until suddenly—

Regulus had previously opened the door and let out a shriek when he saw the scene.

Barty’s hand up your skirt and on your hip, your hands running up and down his shirtless back.

“Godric— Get a room!” He sounded utterly disgusted.

“If i’m not mistaken, Black— This is my room!” Barty shot back, as you looked down from embarrassment.

“It’s our time, actually.” James strutted in behind his shorter and angrier boyfriend.

“Why is he here?” You muttered, hiding behind Barty.

“Junior, you and your girl have to lea— IS THAT MY SISTER?”

What a fun, exciting, and interesting way to start a relationship.

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iamgonnagetyouback · 4 months ago

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I've been thinking about your mattheo and potter!reader series and I think it would be very funny if his and Harry's roles were reversed. Maybe Mattheo needs Harry's help with something (buying a present for reader) and Harry can't resist crowing. Maybe Harry gets the chance to mess with him a little, idk.

If this gives you any ideas, feel free to use it. If it doesn't just delete this. Have a great day 💜💜

i need your help⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ mattheo riddle

mattheo riddle had done a lot of questionable things in his life. he had charmed teachers to get out of detentions, sweet-talked his way into secret passageways, and once even talked a first-year into sneaking into the kitchens just to grab him a midnight snack. but never—not once—had he stooped as low as asking harry bloody potter for help.

and yet, here he was, standing outside the gryffindor common room like a man about to walk to his execution.

the fat lady raised an eyebrow at him. "oh, this is unusual. a slytherin at the lion’s den? what’s the world coming to?"

mattheo ignored her, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently against the stone floor. “potter,” he called, resisting the urge to bang on the portrait like some kind of desperate idiot. “open the damn door.”

the portrait swung open, and there stood harry, looking half-curious, half-annoyed—until he registered exactly who was knocking. then his entire face morphed into one of disbelief, quickly followed by a smirk so smug it made mattheo’s fingers twitch toward his wand.

“well, well, well,” harry drawled, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “if it isn’t my favorite slytherin.”

mattheo rolled his eyes. “shut up, potter.”

harry tilted his head, his grin widening. “what’s the matter? lost? need directions back to your snake pit?”

mattheo inhaled deeply, reminding himself that killing harry would probably ruin his chances with you. “i need your help.”

the words tasted like poison, and by the way harry’s entire face lit up, mattheo instantly regretted saying them.

“oh,” harry breathed, as if the universe had finally blessed him. “oh, this is fantastic. this—this is the best day of my life.”

mattheo exhaled sharply through his nose. “shut up, potter.”

“no, no, i won’t shut up,” harry said, grinning like christmas had come early. “you—you need me? me? merlin, someone pinch me.”

“i swear—”

“this is history. i should write it down.” harry put a thoughtful hand to his chin, then turned toward the common room. “oi! ron!”

“i swear,” mattheo said through gritted teeth, “if you keep running your mouth, i’ll hex you into next week.”

harry clutched his chest in mock offense. “you wound me, riddle. now, what could possibly make you come to me of all people?”

mattheo exhaled sharply, glaring at the floor like it had personally offended him. “it’s for y/n.”

that wiped the smirk right off harry’s face.

he straightened slightly. “wait. y/n?”

mattheo nodded, jaw tightening. “her birthday is coming up, and i want to get her something special. but i don’t know what.” his scowl deepened, loathing every second of this. “and apparently, you do.”

harry blinked once. twice. then—

“oh, this is amazing.”

mattheo groaned. “i hate you.”

“you’re asking me how to impress my own sister?” harry repeated, letting the words roll off his tongue like the finest honey. “you’re admitting that i know her better than you do?”

mattheo’s eye twitched. “i will leave you here to die, potter.”

harry was practically glowing with amusement. “relax, riddle. i’ll help.” he stepped aside, motioning for mattheo to follow. “but i’m never letting you live this down.”

mattheo groaned. this was going to be absolute hell.

harry just laughed, already grabbing his coat. “let’s go, lover boy. we’ve got shopping to do.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ౨ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

an hour later, mattheo knew one thing for certain: shopping with harry potter was a nightmare.

diagon alley was bustling with people, the air crisp, and the storefronts glowing with flickering signs. mattheo had been here countless times, usually to lurk around knockturn alley or to not shop with purpose. but today? today, he was walking through it with harry potter, of all people, trailing beside him with the smuggest expression known to wizardkind.

“so, what’s the plan?” harry asked, hands in his pockets as they strode down the cobbled streets.

mattheo exhaled. “i don’t know. jewellery? a book? i just—” he hesitated, running a hand through his curls. “it has to be perfect.”

harry shot him a sideways glance before smirking. “wow. you’re really in deep, huh?”

mattheo glared at him. “shut up.”

harry chuckled but didn’t push. instead, he steered them into a small boutique that seemed to have everything. accessories, trinkets, books, clothing—if there was a good gift to be found, it would be here.

harry suddenly gasped. loudly.

mattheo turned, brows furrowed. “what?”

harry held up a hideous yellow hat with a massive feather sticking out of it. “this. this is the one.”

mattheo stared at him, unimpressed. “are you trying to get me hexed?”

harry bit back a grin. “what? it’s yellow. she’s a hufflepuff. makes sense.”

mattheo pinched the bridge of his nose. “you are actually insufferable.”

harry, completely unbothered, plopped the hat onto mattheo’s head and grinned. “perfect. you match.”

mattheo ripped it off immediately. “i hate you.”

harry snickered, setting it back down before leading them toward another section. “alright, riddle. let’s see if you actually know my sister.” he gestured to a selection of gifts. “what would she like?”

mattheo frowned, scanning the shelves. jewellery? no, she wasn’t into overly expensive things. books? she liked them, but it didn’t feel personal enough. he ran a hand through his hair, growing frustrated.

harry, meanwhile, was watching him with amusement. “wow. you really don’t know, do you?”

mattheo turned to glare at him. “shut up, potter.”

“i mean, this is kind of sad,” harry continued, tapping his chin in mock pity. “here i was thinking you were this smooth slytherin, and you can’t even pick out a birthday present.”

mattheo rolled his eyes and kept walking, ignoring him. he needed something perfect. something that would make you light up the way you always did when you got excited.

then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it.

a delicate, enchanted necklace—simple, with a small charm that shifted between your favorite colors. it wasn’t loud or flashy, but it was elegant. yes, it was jewellery but more importantly, it was you.

mattheo reached for it, turning it over in his fingers. he could already picture you wearing it, already imagine your smile.

mattheo stared at it for a long moment before muttering, “she’ll like this.”

harry raised an eyebrow. “that’s surprisingly thoughtful for you.”

mattheo smirked. “told you.”

“still,” harry said, grinning, “i think you should’ve gone with the hat.”

mattheo punched him in the arm, pulling out his money.

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the night of your birthday, mattheo watched nervously as you opened his gift.

he had never been nervous before. not in fights, not in duels, not even when facing detention with snape. but watching you—the girl who had somehow taken over his heart—unwrap his present?

merlin, it was terrifying.

your fingers carefully lifted the lid of the box, and as soon as you saw what was inside, your whole face lit up.

“oh,” you breathed, eyes wide as you lifted the necklace from its velvet cushion. the charm shimmered, shifting from a soft gold to a warm shade of your favorite color.

mattheo held his breath.

“this is—” you looked up at him, a bright smile on your lips. “it’s beautiful.”

mattheo exhaled, relief washing over him. “yeah?”

you nodded, fastening it around your neck before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around him. “i love it.”

his usual smugness returned, but there was something softer in his eyes. “yeah, well. had to make sure it was perfect.”

harry, sitting nearby, loudly cleared his throat. “and who helped you pick it out?”

mattheo’s eye twitched. “no one.”

harry smirked. “that’s not what i remember.”

you blinked between them, amused. “wait. you two went shopping together?”

mattheo groaned. “it was awful.”

harry grinned. “it was the best day of my life.”

you laughed leaning up to kiss mattheo’s cheek. “well, i love it.”

mattheo smirked, draping an arm around you, while harry made gagging noises in the background.

somehow, this was the best birthday ever.

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"Jealous Much?" | D.M

Potter!reader x Draco Malfoy

Summary: You receive a letter with a gift every week, and your brother Harry and his friends won’t stop teasing you about a “mystery admirer.” Little does he know, the sender is the last person he’d ever expect.

A/N: I'm currently in love with potter!reader x draco scenarios. ♡

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It started about a month ago—a quiet little mystery that became your favorite part of the week.

Every Friday morning, just as the Great Hall buzzed with chatter and clinking silverware, a sleek, pale-gray owl swooped down gracefully and landed in front of you. It was never late. And it always brought something thoughtful—something that made your heart race just a little.

The first gift had been a delicate silver charm bracelet, simple but elegant, with a tiny serpent dangling from the chain. The note attached was written in tidy script:

“Something subtle… to keep me close, even when I’m not there.”

The second week, it was a small box of enchanted chocolates—each one shaped like a star, and when you bit into them, they whispered things like, “You’re beautiful,” and “Thinking of you.” The letter that time said:

“A little sweetness to match yours. Don’t share them with Weasley.”

You had giggled at that one, earning a curious look from Harry across the table.

Week three, it was a pressed flower—some kind of rare, deep purple bloom you’d never seen before—enchanted so it would never wilt. The note was shorter that time, but no less meaningful:

“Even something rare and beautiful pales next to you.”

And today? As the owl landed gracefully in front of you, heads turned, and Harry, who had already caught on to the pattern, raised his eyebrows with exaggerated interest. You untied the small parcel and unfolded the parchment first.

It read:

“Meet me tonight. Same place. P.S. You look stunning when you smile at my letters.”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you unwrapped the gift—a silver locket. When you clicked it open, inside was a tiny photo of you (one you didn’t even remember being taken) smiling down at something out of frame. Opposite it was a moving image of Draco, eyes soft and a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips. Your heart squeezed.

“Alright,” Harry said, setting down his fork and leaning forward on his elbows. “This is getting serious now. A locket? You have to tell me who it is.”

Ron and Hermione both looked up, curious and amused, but Harry was the most relentless.

“I’m guessing—hmm—Ernie Macmillan.”

You rolled your eyes, tucking the locket carefully into your pocket. “Nope.”

“Michael Corner?”

“Wrong again.”

“Hmm…” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Zabini? He’s smooth.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Lockhart?!” Harry gasped suddenly, eyes wide with mock horror. “Is it Lockhart? You can tell me!”

“Harry!” you squeaked, swatting at him, your face burning as you laughed.

“Look at her blush!” Harry crowed. “It’s Lockhart. Case closed.”

Ron groaned. “Please, no one wants to think about that.”

That night, you slipped out like usual, heart thudding as you made your way through the secret passage to your hidden meeting spot. And sure enough, there was Draco, already waiting, arms crossed, expression… stormy.

You frowned. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer at first, just glared down at the ground. His jaw was tight, and he seemed to be brooding even more than usual.

“Draco?” you pressed, stepping closer.

Finally, he huffed and muttered, “If your brother keeps talking about other boys, I swear I’m going to hex him into next week.”

You blinked, startled—then burst out laughing. “That’s why you’re sulking?”

Draco scowled but didn’t deny it. “It’s annoying. All day, it’s been Corner this and Zabini that—and Lockhart?! Are you kidding me? I should’ve hexed Potter right then and there.”

You giggled, sliding your arms around his waist. “Jealous, much?”

“Maybe.” Draco didn’t even try to hide it. His eyes were sharp but softened when you reached up to brush his hair back.

“You know it’s only ever you, right?”

That earned a rare, genuine smile. He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, pulling you flush against him like he never wanted to let go.

“Let them guess,” you whispered against his lips. “It’s more fun that way.”

“As long as you remember who you belong to,” Draco murmured, smirking now, possessive but playful.

You laughed, pecking his lips. “Always.”

⸻

The following Friday, you thought maybe things would settle down. But oh, how wrong you were.

The owl swooped in as usual—but this time, it carried a huge box. Bigger than any gift so far. You stared as it dropped the package in front of you with a graceful thud.

“Oh, this is serious now,” Harry announced, eyes lighting up as he grabbed the box before you could. “Come on, let’s see what lover boy sent this time.”

You groaned, but Hermione and Ron were already leaning in curiously, and of course, the Weasley twins—never ones to miss out on teasing—slid onto the bench with identical grins.

Harry opened the box dramatically—and all five of them gasped.

Inside was the most stunning gown you’d ever seen: emerald-green silk, shimmering faintly, clearly enchanted, with intricate embroidery that looked too expensive to even touch. You couldn’t stop staring at it.

“Holy—” Fred began.

“—bloody hell,” George finished.

“Is that designer?” Hermione whispered, eyes wide.

Harry held it up, gaping. “This must’ve cost a fortune! Okay, okay, this is big money. We need to think. Who’s rich enough to pull this off?”

You tried to grab it back, face burning. “Harry, stop—”

“Theodore Nott?” Harry guessed first.

“Nope.”

“Mclaggen?”

“Wrong.”

“Zabini?” Hermione chimed in, clearly entertained now.

“Montague?” Fred suggested, holding the dress up to himself with a wink. “If it is, tell him I want one too.”

“Ohhh,” George added dramatically, “I bet it’s one of those international students. Super rich.”

You groaned, hiding your face. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Fred and George shared a look and started chanting, “She’s getting married! She’s getting married!”

“I am NOT—!"

And then it happened.

A sudden clatter of footsteps, sharp and purposeful, echoed across the Great Hall. Everyone turned—and your stomach dropped.

Draco Malfoy was storming across the room, eyes locked on you, face like thunder.

The table fell dead silent.

“Uh… why’s Malfoy coming over here?” Ron muttered nervously.

Draco didn’t stop until he was standing right behind Harry, towering over him with his arms crossed and that deadly glare fixed in place.

“I’m the one who bought the dress, Potter,” Draco announced, his voice cool but sharp, loud enough for half the hall to hear. “Not the cheap students you’re rattling off like some pathetic guessing game."

Silence.

Harry’s jaw dropped. Fred dropped his fork. Hermione blinked like she couldn’t process what had just happened.

Draco turned to you then, gaze softening ever so slightly. “You’ll look stunning in it, by the way.”

Harry's eyes widen even more, practically bulging out of his eye sockets, as Draco leans in to kiss your forehead.

And with that, he spun on his heel and strode out, his cloak following behind him.

There was a beat of stunned silence… and then chaos.

“MALFOY?!” Harry exploded, whipping around to stare at you. “You’re dating MALFOY?!”

Fred and George howled with laughter, practically falling off the bench.

“Ohhh, this is gold,” George gasped between wheezes.

“Best reveal ever,” Fred agreed, wiping tears from his eyes.

Ron just looked horrified, and Hermione… Hermione slowly closed her book, gave you a look, and said, “I knew it.”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “…Well. I guess the mystery’s solved.”

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unconventional-lawnchair · 9 months ago

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Like my father {Blurb}

Sirius Black x Porter!Reader

Summary: Reader wants a man to love her like her father loves her mom. She just hasn't met him yet.. maybe.

AN: I needed a break from all the angst I'm writing.

Wc: 1494

Cw: use of Y/N, oblivious reader, idiots in love, not proof read

Part two

“Lily, I implore you to raise your standards.” You snarked as you entered the kitchen, giving your mother a kiss on the cheek and she playfully pinched your side.

“{Y/N} Euphemia Potter!” She scolded and you giggled, hurrying over to your father and kissing on the head.

“Good morning, princess.” He hummed and you smiled.

“Morning daddy!”

“Oi! Pops, she just insulted me!” James shouted across the table and Fleamont huffed, looking up at you. “Be nice to your brother, princess.”

“Daddy you know I can't.” You insisted as you walked across the table to give Lily a hug. Pressing your cheek to hers as she giggled.

“You're way too pretty for my wack of a brother.” You continued and your mother looked at her father fondly, taking his hand in her own, which he quickly squeezed in return.

“You're one to talk, you haven't dated anyone… ever. Not that anyone would date-” James smirked and Lily rolled her eyes, laying her head on his chest and pinching his side as he tried to continue.

“Ouch!”

“Thank you Lily.” You giggled and sat down at your seat, muttering a thank you to Sirius as he handed you your morning tea. Giving a low hum at the smell of the sugars and fragrant tea leaves he shifted for it. “Besides, I have standards that prevent me from stooping too low.”

“Standards?” James scoffed and you hummed as you took a sip of your tea, muttering another thanks to Sirius who began to serve you breakfast- a routine you two picked up at Hogwarts that was getting hard to break. “You have standards? You used to crush on boys left and right!”

“Yes but the second they didn't meet my standards they were gone.” You insisted with a hum and James shook his head with a scoff.

“What standards could you possibly be talking about?”

“Well…” You muttered and began to tap on your mug in thought. Slowly smiling to yourself. “I want a man who loves me like daddy loves mum.”

You could feel the room quiet as your words hung in the air. Your father glanced up from his breakfast, a soft smile spreading across his face, while your mother’s eyes sparkled with pride.

“Now that is a standard I can get behind,” Fleamont said, his voice warm and filled with affection. “A man who cherishes you and treats you with respect is worth waiting for.”

“Exactly!” You exclaimed, feeling a surge of confidence. “I want someone who understands the value of love and partnership, not just a fleeting crush. Someone who will stand by me through thick and thin, just like you two do.”

James rolled his eyes dramatically, leaning back and throwing his arm around Lily. “So, like us?”

You gave a long sigh before you slowly smiled. “Unfortunately, yes. You were gifted with dad’s love language, it's your only redeeming quality, I fear.”

Lily snickered and James gave an offended gasp.

“I want…” You trailed off as you put your hand to your cheek and crossed your leg over the other. “I want to come home to flowers. And tea made the way he knows I like. I want him to think about coming home to me at the end of the day.”

You didn't even seem to look when Sirius poured more tea into your cup, stirring in some sugar as you talked. Even though everyone else at the table noticed.

“I want a man who gets along with my parents too! And daddy has high enough standards as it is!”

You glanced over at your father, who was smiling proudly at you, his eyes twinkling with affection as he glanced at your mother who seemed to just be eating it up. “I do have high standards.” He mumbled with a playful grin, leaning in to kiss your mothers temple. “But I’m confident that any young man would be lucky to have you.”

“See?” You said, pointing at him with a mock-serious expression. “Even Dad agrees! So, boys, do take note: you’ve got to bring your A-game if you want to win my heart.”

James snorted, not noticing as Lily and Sirius seemed to make eye contact over the table. “What if they show up with flowers but no charm? Or worse, what if they have charm but no flowers? Sounds like a dilemma.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “That’s why I’m not settling for just flowers or just charm, James. It’s about the whole package. I want someone who knows me better than anyone. Someone who knows my favorite flower,” You held up your finger and Sirius smirked from beside you.

“Sunflowers.”

“My favorite movie,”

“Grease.”

“My favorite book,”

“Little Woman.”

“And even my favorite meal!”

“Anything your mom cooks.”

“Exactly!” You turned to face Sirius with a bright smile. “See? It's not so hard, even my brothers best friend can figure it out.”

You smiled to yourself and took another sip of tea, not noticing your parents sharing a look and your brother giving you the most shocked expression.

Sirius just chuckled and picked a grape off his plate. “It's easy when you never shut it, Potter.” He then proceeded to flick it at you, quickly, you caught it and rolled it between your fingers.

“Oh! And playful too! I don't want to be dreadfully bored around the bloke.”

“Playful? So you want someone who can keep up with your incessant snark?” James interjected, eyebrows raised in mock disbelief. “Good luck finding that! You’ll be searching for ages.”

You shot him a playful glare. “I’ll have you know that my wit is one of my greatest assets, thank you very much. I need someone who can challenge me, not someone who’s going to sit there and nod while I talk.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Lily chimed in, her voice light and teasing. “After all, who would want to date someone as dull as a rock?”

“Exactly!” You grinned. “I want someone who can banter with me, someone who can make me laugh until I cry; I want to marry my best friend.”

“Do you have other friends?” Sirius sassed and you gave him an offended but playful gasp.

“Excuse me?” You exclaimed, hand over your heart in mock horror. “I have plenty of friends, thank you very much! Just because you’re one of them doesn’t mean you can throw shade like that.”

“Friends who actually like you, though?” Sirius teased, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “That’s the real question.”

James burst into laughter, shaking her head. “Honestly, {Y/N}, you might need to reconsider your definition of ‘friends’ if he’s the best you’ve got.”

“Hey now, I’ll have you know that Sirius is a very valuable friend.” You shot back, your eyes narrowing playfully. “And let's not forget, I was Lily’s favorite Potter first.”

“You still are!” Lily cooed as she reached across the table, James quickly lifting his hands to keep you two apart.

“Hey! Hands off my wife!” He playfully scolded and you laughed, before giving a dramatic sigh.

“I want a man… who’s patient and sweet. Who knows what he wants and will take his time for it.” You nodded as if to agree with yourself. “I want someone who doesn't see me as some fleeting crush. He sees me as someone to work for, who puts in the time and energy.”

James smirked, leaning forward with a teasing grin. “Good luck with that! You’re going to have to beat them off with a stick.”

“I’m serious, James!” You shot back, a hint of frustration lacing your voice. “I want someone who values me, not just for my looks or what I can do, but for who I am. Someone who appreciates my quirks and my drive. Someone who knows all my little weird things.”

“Wow, when did you become so profound?” Sirius said, feigning shock as he dramatically placed a hand over his heart. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Potter.”

“Oh, shut it, Black. I’m just stating facts.” You replied, your tone playful yet earnest. “I deserve someone who sees my worth and is willing to fight for it, just like my dad did for my mum.”

Your father smiled at that, clearly pleased with your sentiment. “That’s right, my dear. Love is about commitment and effort.” He stood up and walked around the table to kiss your temple. “You should never settle for less than you deserve.”

“Exactly!” You nodded, feeling empowered. “I want a man who knows that love isn’t a race.”

“Mhm.” You father agreed before he patted Sirius’s back as he passed. “Good luck, son.”

Sirius felt his face flush and he slowly smirked to himself, biting his cheek.

You looked at him and furrowed your brow, before you mother came over and kissed your cheek and dismissed herself as well.

“What was that for?” You huffed and Sirius shrugged.

“Who knows?”

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yasministration · 8 months ago

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Low waisted jeans - Remus Lupin

summary: you don't realise you have bruises on your hips when putting on low waisted jeans, and your brother becomes protective over you. cw: allusions to sex, secret relationship, jily part of my remus x potter!reader secret relationship au! This is set before james finds out. read more on my marauders masterlist! 0.6k+ wc

"You're going to make us late y/n!" Marlene yells, Lily chuckling by her side as they wait for you to get ready. It wasn't your fault that you were still in class, and definitely not your fault that everyone had made Hogsmeade plans whilst you were in said class. You heard the door to the dorm open and slam shut, three extra voices added to the commotion in the room. You run around the bathroom, throwing off your tie and running your hands over your slightly crinkled shirt, hoping the outfit you picked out matched the image you'd created for it in your head. Kicking off your skirt, you shimmy on a pair of low waisted jeans. You pull the material of your shirt up, wondering if you should tuck it in or not before deciding against it.

Shrugging, you open the door to the bathroom, closing the closet door after stuffing your school shoes in its bottom compartment. You sit on the floor, putting on your sneakers and tying your laces. You glance at the boys who have joined your dorm mates in the room. James, your brother, sits with an arm wrapped around Lily's shoulder, whispering something into her ear. You pull a disgusted face, turning your attention to the others. Remus catches your eye and smiles widely, which you immediately return. Oh, the things you would do to stroll up and kiss him, but unfortunately, all that would do is expose your relationship to your brother. You push yourself off the ground, your shirt riding up your torso a little, and you walk into the open space of the room, putting your sun glasses on your head. "Okay I'm ready." You announce, attracting five pairs of eyes.

Sirius is the first to make a comment, asking "What counter did you have a fight with?" The comment confuses you, and you pull a face at the boy. "He means, how come you have bruises on your hips?" Marlene corrects, clearing her throat awkwardly. You glance down, view of your hips obstructed by your breasts. Huffing, you turn towards the mirror, jaw dropping just as James says "I think what they both mean is which boy fucked you so hard you have bruises on your hips?" You grimace at your brother's rephrasing, looking at the expression on his face through the mirror while Sirius barks out a laugh. James's jaw is tightly clenched, eyebrows furrowed angrily and you laugh nervously, watching as he slowly stands up. You definitely didn't think about the after effects of Remus having you bent over your desk yesterday, a hand slapped over your mouth despite the dorm's emptiness. At least the sex was good. Regaining your composure with a cough, you say "My sex life is none of your business, James."

James crosses his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at you. "What, you don't think an older brother should care about their sister's romantic involvement with boys?" You grin, putting your arm through the handle of your purse. "No." You walk towards him, poking him in the chest. "And three minutes doesn't count as older." You open the door to your dorm, saying "After you, princess." Marlene and Sirius burst into a fit of giggles, and you can see Lily and Remus's unhidden grins from the corner of your eye. Three people stand up, following your brother out of the dorm, but one person stays behind, letting you close the door before approaching you.

Remus's hands land on your hips, massaging the bruises sorry with a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry about those sweetheart." He says, pecking your lips sorry. You hum, opening the door again, and shooing him out. "I think that smile says otherwise, Lupin. Causing me trouble with my brother..." He laughs at your comment, chasing after the others before you attempt a weak attack at him.

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marauder-misprint · 2 months ago

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Little Corvid

Remus Lupin x Potter!reader

13.2k words

cw: lil angst, fluff, pining, minor uses of Y/N, reluctantly accepting feelings

There were a few things that came with being James’ little sister at Hogwarts.

You discovered the first one within the first month of your first year. You weren’t Potter. You were a Potter, but it rarely meant you.

A professor hollered, “POTTER!” down a corridor full of students. You stopped and looked at the professor with terror in your eyes. You had no clue what you did wrong, not seeing James weaving through the crowd to get away from said professor. “Sorry, not you, Miss Potter. JAMES!”

You trained yourself not to respond to Potter. ‘Miss Potter’ was still a stretch. “It’s too similar to Mister Potter,” you told several professors when you didn’t respond right away. Eventually, the professors learned to call you by your first name and save Potter for James.

You also learned that your brother had set quite the precedent in his one year at Hogwarts without you. Despite being in a different house than James, professors took one look at your surname and assumed you’d be trouble. You were sat in the front of every class. You noticed that another boy was also sat in the front in every class but always on the opposite side of the row than you. Regulus Black, brother of your brother’s best friend.

At least you weren’t alone in being immediately compared to your sibling.

The third thing that came with being related to James developed the older you got: hearing everyone’s opinions about your brother and his friends. It felt like most people could only feel one of two things about them: love or hate. The first time you heard someone describe James as a ‘dreamboat,’ you gagged. Even worse, it was one of your roommates. You thought she’d have the decency to talk about James when you weren’t in the room, but you were wrong. It only got worse for you as you got to know James’ friends. It became nauseating.

The hate they received was easier to ignore. It almost felt refreshing to hear compared to the unearned compliments sent their way. You sometimes felt the need to defend the boys, but that was only when something truly heinous was said. If they could handle the adoring fans they somehow accrued, they could handle the haters that came with them.

You managed to find a handful of students who were more neutral to the boys. They didn’t praise the ground they walked on nor did they wish them immediate, painful deaths. Just disinterest. It was easier to ignore your brother, his friends and everything related to them when you were with your friends.

That didn’t mean you completely avoided your brother and his friends. They were everywhere after all. You could chuckle at the occasional harmless prank. You cheered for James when he dominated quidditch match after quidditch match. On the rare occurrence that none of your friends could help, you went to James and his friends for help on homework. You’d try to bum a galleon or two off James before Hogsmeade weekend. And you’d sometimes have to seek James out when writing or receiving a letter from home.

As much as you tried to stay out of the Marauders’ way, you still liked them. Your brother could’ve chosen much worse people for his friends. The other three found their way to Potter Manor during the holidays, sometimes all together and other times separately. You tried to keep out of their way more or less when they were around. But you could hold a conversation with them. You didn’t feel weirded out if one of them struck a conversation with you when James wasn’t around. You knew that you were James’ little sister and they were being polite.

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The summer before your fifth year, Sirius came to live with your family. No one would tell you the whole story, but your parents treated the situation with utmost caution. You could remember the way Sirius practically passed out into James’ arms the moment he answered the door. You couldn’t unhear the panic in your brother’s voice as he yelled for your parents and told you to get the healing potions from the bathroom.

You didn’t have time to process the sight in front of you. You ran to grab the collection of vials, not knowing which ones Sirius might need nor how much. You grabbed it all. The rest of the night went by in a blur with your parents fussing over Sirius and asking you and James to grab things or to clean up the guest room for Sirius.

Sirius never left after that night. He stayed with your family for the rest of the summer and you knew he’d be staying and he and James graduated from Hogwarts and got a place of their own. A week or so after he arrived, Peter and Remus came to visit. Their visit felt strategically planned, just enough time for Sirius to get settled but not too long after. It was the perfect time for Sirius to be surrounded by the people who loved him the most.

“Hey, Little Corvid! Where’s your brother at?” Remus asked as soon as he arrived.

Little Corvid was a nickname reserved solely for Remus. He gave it to you during your first year, having been freshly sorted into Ravenclaw. You had sought James out to see if he wanted to say anything in your letter home.

Remus had said, “Fun fact, ravens are corvids. Same family as crows and jackdaws.”

You had given him a confused look and said, “The Ravenclaw mascot is an eagle.”

He had laughed, “I see why she’s a Ravenclaw.”

And from then on, you were Little Corvid to him. He was one of the few people who had a nickname for you.

You looked up from your spot on the couch. Remus was smiling at you from just inside the front door. It wasn’t unusual for the boys to let themselves in when they arrived.

“Upstairs. Maybe Sirius’ room?” you said before returning your attention to your book.

“Thanks!”

You heard his bags hit the ground and then the thundering of his footsteps up the stairs. You rolled your eyes. He was going to be sleeping in either James or Sirius’ room, so why didn’t he just bring his bags up now? Peter had shown up earlier that morning and his things were already upstairs. You knew it was going to be hectic with all four of them here; it always was, but now that Sirius was living here, you assumed it would be worse. Like always, you planned on not imposing too much on them. But if you got bored, you might tag along.

“Corvid!” Remus called up the stairs later in the week. “We’re going to the shore. Need anything?”

“Yeah, give me a sec!” you hollered back.

You adjusted your hair tie and hurried down the stairs. James groaned and rolled his eyes as you slid on your shoes.

“We were offering to grab it for you, not for you to come along,” James mumbled.

“Oh…” You began to peel your shoes back off, trying to not look disheartened.

“Shove off, Prongs. She can come,” Sirius said, giving you a smile. “We don’t mind.”

Sirius had been extra polite to you since he arrived. He constantly worried that he was intruding on your life, suddenly being at your house for the rest of summer and he was James’ friend and only sort of yours. Remus nodded along with Sirius’ statement. He didn’t mind that you were coming.

“Looks like she’s coming,” Peter said. He was simply indifferent and led the group out of the front door.

James grabbed the back of your shirt and hissed, “Don’t embarrass me.”

“Not trying to,” you replied.

You didn’t say much as you walked with the boys to the store. You figured that was the least embarrassing thing you could do. Can’t say anything wrong if you don’t say anything at all, but you still laughed at their stupid jokes. At some point, Remus ended up walking next to you with Peter on his other side while James and Sirius tried to do some kind of stunts ahead of the group. You wouldn’t be surprised if they’d need a bone put back together before you got home.

“What d’you need from the store?” Remus asked you casually.

“Just some snacks and a book. I’m on the last chapter of my current one.”

“They sell books in the corner store?” Remus asked.

You shook your head. “No. There’s a muggle bookstore just a block over. Figured I’d nip over there while you lot get whatever you need from the store. If you leave without me, you leave without me.”

Peter laughed, earning himself confused looks from you and Remus.

“What? You just told Moony there’s a bookstore nearby. He’s going with you. Ain’t no way we’re leaving without you.”

“I mean, if you don’t mind me coming with you,” Remus said with a chuckle.

“I don’t mind.”

James gave Remus a curious look as he followed you down the block to the bookstore. He hadn’t heard the discussion as he and Sirius were attempting to do flips. Peter explained as the remaining three entered the cornershop.

Inside the bookstore, Remus continued to follow you as you browsed the titles. You didn’t expect him to stay glued to your side the whole time you were in that store, but he did. You ended up getting three books – it was a series, you couldn’t help yourself – and Remus got a book himself. What shocked you even more was when he offered to pay.

“No, Remus. I can afford my books. Thank you though.”

He shrugged and let you pay for yourself. You had half a mind to pay for Remus’ book; you had quite the book allowance for the summer. Remus asked you about the book you were finishing up as you walked back to the corner store. The rest of the boys were still inside, debating how many bags of crisps they wanted, when you arrived. You grabbed your usual snacks and then lingered in the crisp aisle as Remus tried to get the boys to make a decision.

When you got back to the house, the boys dropped their snacks in the kitchen before going back outside. You heard them say something about getting the brooms out. You planned on following them out, but you would not be getting on a broom. Instead, you grabbed a glass of lemonade, your almost finished book and the first of your new series. You reclined on a sunchair near the house. The boys had started a game of ‘monkey in the middle’ with a quaffle. James was currently in the middle. You smirked to yourself, knowing that he wouldn’t be for long.

You were right. It only took two more throws before James caught it and Sirius was sent into the middle. The boys were rotating fairly often, not that you were keeping track. They were just loud.

“Oi! Heads up!” Sirius yelled as the quaffle he’d just thrown soared through Peter’s outstretched hands.

You shrieked as the ball hit you. You bolted up out of the chair. You lost your spot in your book, but frankly, you were more concerned about keeping it dry as the ricocheted ball knocked over your cup and drenched your shirt with lemonade. You swore under your breath. The boys slowly descended from their positions in the sky. You kicked the quaffle toward them, still holding your arms up. You left the book on the small table your cup had been on as you went inside to clean up.

You completely missed how Peter elbowed Remus, who had gone slack jawed at the sight of your shirt clinging to your body. It took Remus a minute to regain his composure, staring at the door you disappeared behind. It was impressive that James didn’t notice. The boys, minus James, would be lying if they said they didn’t notice how you’d grown up. Sirius and Peter were just more discreet when they checked you out.

The rest of the week goes by without incident. You give the boys their space, opting to spend your time by yourself or with your mother. You helped bake desserts and cook dinner. You read your books and worked on your summer crochet project. And when it was nice, you’d lay out in the sun, without a book and with your drink at a small distance to avoid another mishap.

One of the evenings you’re sitting on the couch with Remus. You’ve got your back propped up with a pillow on the armrest with your legs bent so that your feet rested just before Remus’ thigh. You were both reading. It was the night before the full moon so Remus was taking it easy while the rest of the boys were messing around elsewhere in the house.

You laughed softly at your book and Remus looked up from his. A smile tugged at his lips when he saw the happy look on your face and the soft smile that adorned your lips. He watched you read for a few minutes before turning back to his own book. You somehow didn’t notice him staring. You were too deep into your book.

You were a little sad to see Remus leave a few days later. He was your favorite out of James’ friends. Without him and Peter, the house did become a little quieter. James and Sirius were still rowdy, but it was on a lesser level. The end of summer was approaching and the three of you remember that you did have some summer homework to finish before you went back to Hogwarts. That took up a decent amount of your time.

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You separated from your parents and the boys the moment you were through the barrier at King’s Cross Station. Yes, you’d miss your parents, but you felt that you would explode if you spent one more second with James and Sirius. They had been talking nonstop since breakfast. It was driving you mad.

“Love you, see you in a few months!” you called as you bolted away.

You scanned the crowd as you moved toward the train, trying to spot your friends.

“There she is!” Marissa, one of your friends, said with a grin when you spotted her.

Marissa was standing with some of your roommates and friends from other houses. The rest of the group greeted you as well. It didn’t take long for you to move onto the train and find a compartment. Turns out the group was just waiting for you.

“Right, so anything happen over the summer?” Elias, another friend, asked you once everyone was settled.

“The usual Marauders gathering,” you answered with disinterest. “Sirius moved in so we’re stuck with him more than usual.”

Lindsey, one of your roommates, perked up. “Sirius Black moved into your house?”

You nodded.

“Oh. My. Merlin. What’s it like?” she asked eagerly, leaning forward. “Did you get any? You know, since you have easy access?”

You made a disgusted face, drawing laughter from your better friends. They knew how you felt about Sirius – platonic if you could even call it that.

“I most certainly did not get any. Bloody hell. I will never get any from him.” You shuttered. “But overall, a bit chaotic. I thought living with one James was a lot and now there’s two.”

“Wait, why has Sirius moved into your house?” Marissa asked.

“I’m… not exactly sure? He just showed up and never left.”

“Odd,” she muttered, giving you a confused look.

You shrugged. You had nothing else to say. It seemed insensitive to tell them how horrible he looked when you arrived. It wasn’t their business especially if your parents wouldn’t tell even you why he was staying.

“Elias, did you have a good summer?” you asked, trying to get the conversation off of your summer.

You got comfortable in your seat as Elias started recounting his summer. His family traveled a lot so he had stories. You listened to the conversation as it shifted from Elias’ summer to Martin’s new quidditch broom to the latest gossip that Lucy heard. It was relaxing to be in the company of your friends again. And as long as the conversation didn’t drift to the Marauders, Lindsey and Alison were tolerable.

Soon enough, you were back at Hogwarts. You fell back into the rhythm of school fairly quickly. With O.W.L.s looming at the end of the year, the professors took no mercy on you. Homework was ramped up with ungodly expectations. You knew it was coming, everyone did. Fifth year was notoriously hell and now you were living it. This meant spending plenty of time in the library because as great as the Ravenclaw Common Room was, it wasn’t the library.

Your increased time in the library brought something to your attention: Remus was often there. Sometimes he was alone, others with the Marauders or other Gryffindors. You make eye contact a few times as you look for an open table. He’d give you a warm smile that you’d return. You’d tell yourself that the flip your stomach did when Remus smiled at you meant nothing. He was just your favorite of James’ friends, that’s all, and he was just being polite.

A few weeks passed and you were in the library just after sunrise on a Saturday. There was no quidditch and no scheduled visits to Hogsmeade, so you decided you would crank out as much work as you could. You piled up a collection of books on your table and got to work. Students slowly drifted into the library as the morning progressed. Among those students was Remus. You didn’t notice him until he was standing right next to your table.

“Mind if I sit here, Little Corvid?” he asked, gesturing to the seat across from you.

“Feel free.”

He gave you that warm smile and sat down, getting straight to work. Before returning to your work, you look around the library. There are still plenty of tables open and Remus asked if he could sit at your table. You bite your lip, sending him a quick glance before bringing your attention back to your essay. Maybe Remus saw you as more than James’ little sister. You can’t imagine Sirius or Peter, or James even, choosing to sit next to you when there were open tables.

Your thinking is only reinforced. It felt like every time you were in the library before him and he was alone, he’d sit with you. You took that as an invitation to sit with him when he got there first. If he was with someone else or one of your friends came with you, the two of you would still exchange smiles, but that would be it.

You didn’t mind this increased friendship with Remus. It grew to waving to each other in the corridors and talking a bit more. Alison saw you talking with Remus outside of the History of Magic classroom in between classes and she whined about you getting close with “the wrong Marauder.” You rolled your eyes at her. You didn’t see why you couldn’t have a friendship of your own with Remus without it being tied to James. Well, you did know why but you liked to think that even if you weren’t a Potter or if Remus hadn’t been friends with James, you still would’ve become friends at some point.

“Hey Potter!” a male voice called down the corridor a few days later.

You were standing with Lucy, but neither of you looked up, carrying on with your conversation. Everything about it screamed that Potter was referring to James.

“Potterrrrr,” the voice said again, drawing out your surname.

You still gave no acknowledgement.

“Potter, hi.”

The speaker was now standing in front of you. Connor Darby, a Hufflepuff and roommate of Elias.

“Oh, hi Connor,” you said.

“Did you get a surname change or something?”

“No,” you sighed, giving Lucy a sideways glance. “But Potter being yelled down the corridor usually means James.”

“Right, right. Erm, could we talk in private?”

“Yeah, I suppose. Lucy, I’ll see you later.” Lucy walked away and then Connor reached out for your elbow to guide you into an ever-so-slightly more secluded area of the corridor. “What’s up?”

“I was… Ahem, I was wondering if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?”

“Oh,” you said, a bit startled. You hadn’t been expecting that; you didn’t really know Connor all that well. “Okay, sure. I’ll go to Hogsmeade with you.”

Connor’s face lit up. “That’s brilliant! I’ll meet you around 11 outside the Great Hall!”

Connor gave your arm a gentle squeeze before leaving you to go to his friends. You smiled to yourself as you watched his friends clap him on the back. You headed to your next class, where you sat next to Elias.

“Did Connor talk to you?” you asked after sitting down.

Elias grinned at you. “Possibly. Did he finally grow a pair and talk to you?”

“Finally? What do you all know about this?”

“He’s my roommate, of course I know about this. He’s had an eye on you since the start of term. I’ve been telling him you’d give him a chance.”

“Yeah? What gives you that impression?”

“I mean, I was right, wasn’t I?”

You rolled your eyes. He was.

“Come on, Darby’s not bad looking. He’s an alright bloke. You’re single and fit and are too nice to turn someone down.”

“You think I’m fit?” you laughed.

Elias put his hands up in front of him in defense. “Just stating a fact.”

For the rest of the week, your roommates and female friends talked about your upcoming date. They teased you about it. It was your first real date. It was like they were more excited about it than you were, but in your defense, you were nervous. You weren’t close with Connor; you had no clue what to expect.

By the end of Saturday, you learned that your nervousness wasn’t warranted. The date was fine. You met Connor outside the Great Hall, walked to Hogsmeade and spent some time in the enchanted garden there. You talked, basic stuff. You were going to get butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks, but you caught a glimpse of your brother inside and steered Connor away. He seemed a little disappointed that you were ending the date early, but you were not going to parade your first date in front of your brother, especially when you weren’t sure if you wanted a second.

“What do you mean you don’t want a second date? Connor’s a cutie!” Lindsey said when you got back to your dorm. “What kind of guy are you looking for? You don’t like Sirius Black. You don’t like Connor Darby. Do you need younger? Older?”

“I’ll know him when I see him,” you said, sounding a bit more testy than you meant to.

“You’re a Potter. You could have any bloke in this bloody school. You do know that, right?” Alison asked.

“I said I’ll know when I see him.”

The girls exchanged disbelieving looks. You never talked boys with them, unless you were telling them how you weren’t interested in a particular one. You always had the same excuse of knowing him when you see him. The girls joked that you must be blind. A whole school of boys and you were simply disinterested.

You had talked about it more with Marissa. Sure, boys were pretty and sometimes funny, but you needed to feel something. You had yet to feel something substantial. You certainly didn’t feel enough for Connor to justify another date. The date itself hadn’t been exceptionally riveting. Elias ended up talking to you about Connor later. Connor told him that he had a good time but wasn’t sure if you felt the same. You told Elias that it was fine, but there wouldn’t be a second date.

There was a plus side to not knowing Connor all that well: avoiding him was easy. A downside to being you: your brother heard all gossip about you.

“You had a date?” James asked, sitting down next to you at lunch.

You hummed, stabbing your fork at some food on your plate.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m your brother. I need to know these things.”

“Do you?”

“What about you, James?” Lindsey asked from across the table with a saccharine smile. “You go on any dates recently?”

“Erm, no…” James answered, barely sparing her a glance. “I need to know when you go on dates.”

“Well, you can relax. I’m not going on a second one with him.”

“Why not?”

You shrugged. “Not my type.”

“Next time, tell me before you go off with some sketchy bloke, yeah?”

“Whatever,” you said dryly with absolutely no intention of telling James about your next date, whenever that would be.

James looked from you to Lindsey. He gave her a polite nod before getting up from the table and leaving you alone. You rolled your eyes. From across the hall you could feel the eyes of the Marauders, and various others since James didn’t visit you at the Ravenclaw table all that often – it was usually you visiting the Gryffindor table. You didn’t expect James to be the “protective” older brother type, given how little he seemed to want to associate with you.

As the rest of the week passed, you swore that eyes seemed to follow you more than usual. You didn’t understand why. The only thing that changed is you had now gone on a date. Was that really enough to bring attention to you? Or was it because the date was enough to bring James to your table?

You tried your best to ignore it. But it wasn’t long until James’ next visit to the Ravenclaw table. Saturday morning, already dressed in his quidditch uniform, James strolled over to you and placed a generic Gryffindor jersey in front of you.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“What’s that? That’s what you’re wearing to the match.”

“Did you hit your head or something during practice? I’ve never worn Gryffindor stuff.” You moved the jersey away from your plate.

“If you’re going on dates now, you’re wearing Gryffindor to my matches. Remind people that you’re my sister.”

“Right, because that’s so important?”

“You know that if someone breaks your heart, I’m breaking their face.” He put the jersey back in front of you again. “Wear it.”

As he walked away, you mocked, “Wear it.”

You did change into the jersey, which caught eyes as you walked to the pitch with your friends. Elias gave you a scandalized look. (“They’re playing Hufflepuff!”) You called it ‘all good fun.’ Elias knew you cheered for your brother, rather than Gryffindor as a whole, and the only time you didn’t cheer for him was when he was facing Ravenclaw. Still, your new jersey stuck out among your friends’ more generic outfits.

The match was intense as always. James dominated the sky. The Hufflepuff team didn’t bother him as he flew circles around them. Elias was exceptionally vocal with every foul and point scored. Marissa, also in Hufflepuff, wasn’t quite as loud, but then again, no one in your group was as loud as Elias. He was passionate about the sport. Before long, Elias was slamming his hands down on the railing with anguished shouts as the Gryffindor team took a victory lap before descending.

You left your friends to find James to congratulate him, as you always do when he wins. It takes a little bit of effort to actually get to him. Both friends and fans have flocked to his side to tell him how well he played. You managed to get up to James and offer him a quick ‘good job’ before someone puts their body between you and your brother. You take a few steps back. You flinched as an arm was slung over your shoulder.

“Jus’ me,” Remus said, leaning a little more weight on you as you relaxed at the sound of his voice. “They sure do like attention…”

Peter, Sirius and James had started a Gryffindor chant as the Hufflepuff players were still leaving the pitch. All of Gryffindor’s fans were getting louder and rowdier. Remus pulled you another step back.

“You should come to the party later, Little Corvid,” Remus said with a casual tone.

You snorted. “A Gryffindor party? Because that’s so my scene.”

“They’re not all that bad. You can hang out with me.”

You met his eyes and saw the kind and hopeful smile he was giving you; your stomach did that flip you’ve started to ignore. Hanging out with Remus didn’t sound too bad, even if you were going to be surrounded by obnoxious Gryffindors.

“I’ll think about it. What’s the password?”

You didn’t bother to tell your roommates where you were going. They might’ve begged you to come along. A party with the Marauders? Lindsey and Alison would’ve loved to be there. Instead, only your footsteps echoed in the corridor as you made your way to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

From the moment you stepped into the common room, you were met with the heat of bodies, the pounding music and the stench of sweat and alcohol. Within seconds, someone handed you a cup filled with something. You held it close to your chest as you scanned the room. Where was Remus? You spotted him leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room.

You started heading his way when someone stepped in front of you and placed their hands on both your shoulders. You look up with a shocked expression. Sirius.

“Baby Potter showed up!” he said louder than necessary. “Oi! Prongs, you see this?”

You cringed internally at his immediate bringing your presence up to James. First you wore a Gryffindor jersey to the match and now you were at their party. Yes, James had insisted that you wear the jersey, but he might see your coming to the party as an intrusion. It wasn’t like you had spent excessive time with them ever.

James, looking over at you and Sirius, now with his arm over your shoulder, just waved at you and turned back to the girl he was talking to.

“How much has he had to drink?” you asked Sirius.

“What convinced you to join the fun crowd?” Sirius asked, completely ignoring your question.

“That’d be me,” Remus said, walking up to you and Sirius and moving to remove Sirius’ arm. “Figured it’s about time Little Corvid experiences a real party.”

Sirius let out a low whistle. “Make good choices, you two.”

Remus gave Sirius an annoyed look, which he responded with wiggling his eyebrows. Still, you let Remus guide you back to where he had been standing before.

“What makes you think I haven’t been to a real party?” you asked Remus.

“Ah, Little Corvid, you’re a fifth year Ravenclaw. You haven’t been to something like this.”

“Certainly never smelled anything like this.”

You and Remus chuckled. From the side of the room, you’re able to see the room better. Drinks were being passed around, students were dancing together, a few students gathered near an open window passing around a cigarette. Sirius was with that last group. James was still talking to that girl and Peter was dancing with someone else. Students from your year were mainly dancing or lounging on the sofas scattered across the room. You weren’t sure where the music was coming from.

“It’s not too far off from Ravenclaw parties,” you told Remus, tilting your head up to look at him.

You were a bit shocked to see that he was already looking at you with a slight smirk on his face.

“What?” you asked.

“You said this wouldn’t be your scene.”

You turned your gaze back to the room, but Remus kept looking at you.

“Because it’s here,” you said, waving your hand in front of you. “And James is over there looking like he’s about to start snogging that girl.”

“Oh, he won’t. She’s not Lily.”

“He’s still trying to win her over? How many times does the poor girl have to say no?”

“Three million four hundred twenty seven and counting.”

You laughed softly before taking a sip from your cup. You gagged.

“Merlin, this is awful!”

“What? Don’t they serve jungle juice at your corvid parties?”

You shook your head with a grimace. “‘M usually handed a bottle.”

“Ah, because you’re a Potter.”

You rolled your eyes.

“What does that mean?”

“You’re a smart bird, Little Corvid. You get a little something-something for being James’ sister.”

“Great. He’ll think I owe him,” you said dryly. You braced yourself before taking another sip. You gagged again and handed Remus the cup. “Nope. I can’t. That isn’t drinkable.”

Remus immediately downed the rest of your cup and stacked it inside of his.

“And you can drink that?”

“I’ve drank worse,” he said casually. “This one makes me feel good though.”

“Merlin… How many have you had?”

‘Not enough to give me the courage I need,’ Remus thought before saying out loud, “A few.”

“So, I’ll be the sober one in the room. Didn’t think I was being invited to be a chaperone.”

“Eh, I’m usually alright. It’s the other three you may have to worry about.”

“I’d rather not think about what James does when he drinks.”

“You did come to a Gryffindor party after a quidditch game. Did you expect him to be sober?”

“I’m not sure what I expected…”

“If it gets to be too much, we can go upstairs. I have plenty of books or cards or whatever.”

You laughed and nudged Remus with your shoulder. “Inviting me up to your dorm? How scandalous,” you teased.

Remus blushed and looked away from you. He hadn’t meant to imply that, but it wasn’t like he had never imagined it. It was one of the things the boys never discussed; James was always involved in those types of conversations and to mention his sister would’ve been suicide.

“Figured it smells nicer and is quieter than down here,” he mumbled.

You chuckled and leaned back against the wall. You stood there in silence for maybe a minute as you watched the party. Then you slid down the wall until you were sitting on the ground with crossed legs. Remus looked down at you.

“Alright, love?” he asked, blushing again when he realized he called you ‘love’ rather than his usual ‘Little Corvid.’

“Yeah, yeah. Jus’ don’t want to stand the whole night.”

Remus nodded and sat down as well. He stretched his legs out in front of him, creating a tripping hazard for his peers. He took a sip of his drink. If he could, he would’ve willed his heart to stop pounding in his chest and for his hands to feel less clammy. He wasn’t sure why he was feeling so nervous as he sat next to you; he’d been next to you before, held conversations with you, studied with you for hours in the library.

You thought Remus looked a little stiff next to you. Stiff but pretty as ever. You couldn’t explain the urge you had to touch Remus. Just be in physical contact with him, not grope. You could lean your shoulder up against his or rest your head on his shoulder. If you were feeling exceptionally bold, you could drop your hand from your knee to the ground next to you and then slowly move it over until you reached his hand. You, however, were not bold. Being in Gryffindor Tower was a bold enough act for you right now.

You wouldn’t admit it outloud but Remus’ invitation to read in his dorm was slowly beginning to sound more tempting as the night went on. The smell, the sound, the constant movement of people around you – it was a lot. Every once in a while someone stopped by and refilled Remus’ cup. Once he grabbed one of their forearms and said something to them in a low voice. You couldn’t hear what he said, but within a minute, you had a bottle of butterbeer in your hand.

“Your doing?” you asked, clinking your bottle against his cup.

“You looked a bit parched.”

You snorted as you took a sip and immediately started coughing. Remus hit your back in an attempt to help.

“I… I looked parched?” you managed to gasp out in between coughs.

“It’s a party and you had no drink. Can’t be having that now, can we?”

You took another sip and swallowed before saying, “Thank you.”

“Anything for my Little Corvid.”

‘My.’

“You ever dance?” you asked Remus, tilting your bottle to where students were dancing and pressing their bodies against each other. You spotted a few students from your year.

“James ‘n’ Sirius dragged me out during third year. I fear I’m more suited for the couch… or floor.”

“Maybe you just need a better dance partner,” you said with a soft laugh. “If that, what’d you call it? Juicy juice wasn’t so bloody awful, I’d be game.”

“Jungle juice…” Remus said, trying not to look at you.

You just said you’d dance with him if you had a better drink in your hand. Remus knew that it was more for getting you to dance rather than for dancing with him. The more time that Remus spent with you, the more he thought he might have a chance with you. He was beginning to think that getting James to not murder him for asking you out would be a bigger challenge than you saying yes.

The rest of the night passed like that. Small bits of conversation littered with thickly-veiled flirting. Neither of you were confident enough to make a move. The most that happened was Remus used your shoulder as a pillow after a few more drinks.

“Comfortable?” you asked him.

He hummed in response, letting his eyelids flutter shut. You chuckled softly. It was a sweet moment that made your heart beat faster. He was close enough now that you could barely smell his cologne over the room’s stench. And there was the flipping in your stomach. That didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t mean anything. This was one of James’ best friends.

As it got later, Remus eventually started to nod off. He sat up, stretched and said it was probably time for him to turn in. You watched him get up and head to the dorms. You stayed seated until you finished your current bottle of butterbeer before leaving the party yourself. You took the longer route back to Ravenclaw Tower. You needed the coolness of the stone corridor to settle yourself and think.

There was a little gossip about you going to the Gryffindor party, but apparently James’ nonchalance about it at the party extended to after as he didn’t confront you about it. Because you only sat with Remus for the entire night and you left alone, the gossip cycle spit you out pretty quickly. Suddenly your entrance into the more social scene was old news. You faded back into being the younger Potter. Just the way you liked it.

You still studied with Remus in the library. Things more or less felt the same; the main difference was now you stole more glances at him. He still gave you those warm, kind smiles that did things to your stomach. You still had small conversations, although they usually pertained to your assignments. Your favorite conversations were the ones that drifted. Talking with Remus about life was easy and titillating.

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You were sitting in study hall, working on an assignment for Defense Against the Dark Art. There was a low murmur around you as you worked. The professor supervising wasn’t too strict as they graded assignments at the front of the room.

“Potter.”

You flipped a page in your textbook.

“Oi – pretty Potter?”

You retraced over the last word you wrote, making the ink darker and continuous. You sighed and scanned the open page of your book with your quill hovering over your parchment. You had no idea what to write next. Then a wad of parchment hit you in the face and fell in front of you. You slowly reached for it and uncrumpled it. There was nothing written on it. You frowned. What’s the point of throwing parchment at someone without a nate? You looked up and immediately locked eyes with Sirius.

“What?” you hissed at him.

“About time. You going to the dance?” he whispered.

You made a face and shook your head, turning back to your assignment. The upcoming winter ball was for sixth and seventh years and their dates. You’re a fifth year. You were able form half a sentence in your brain before Sirius scooted down on the bench until he was right across from you. He reached his arms across the table and blocked your paper with his hands.

“What?” you repeated yourself.

“Do you want to go?”

“What?” This time you asked it in shock rather than irritation.

“Is there an echo in here or something? Do you want to go to the dance, Potter?”

“Uh, are you asking me to go with you? As your date?” you replied in disbelief.

He rolled his eyes. “Duh. You wanna go or not?”

“Don’t you have a list of girls who’d die to go with you?”

“Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I’m not asking them. I’m asking you.”

“Why?”

“You know Prongs managed to get Lily to go with him.”

You nodded. You had heard that from the whispers around Hogwarts. And James’ ecstatic declarations throughout multiple corridors various times a day for the past week since she said yes.

“And he’s been so… so… so ugh?” he said with a disgruntled flourish of his hands.

“I believe the phrase you’re looking for is ‘over the moon’ or even, happy?” you laughed before sending a glance toward the professor at the front of the room. They were still engrossed in their grading.

“Whatever. He’ll be with her. So I figured I’d ask my second favorite Potter to help me survive the night.”

Your amused smile twisted into something more wicked. “I’m your second favorite? I rank above Mum? I’m so telling!”

Sirius gasped. He took his hands off your assignment to grab your wrists.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Calling me your second favorite above the woman who oh-so-graciously let you into her home, into her family,” you teased with a subtle shake of your head. “It’s a disgrace, Sirius.”

“Let me backtrack and correct myself.”

“Okay.”

“Would my second favorite Potter who is currently attending Hogwarts like to go to the dance with me?”

You chuckled and pulled your hands from his grip. “Nice save.”

He sat there, staring at you. You gave him a curious look.

“Well?”

“What?”

“Godric, Potter, the dance. Will you go with me?”

“Oh, you’re being serious.”

“I’m always Sirius.”

You slapped his arm, which was still ersting halfway across the table. There was a beat of silence where he stared at you again. It’s clear that he’s not leaving you alone until he got an answer.

“Sure. I’ll go with your sorry arse.” Sirius smiled at your answer. “Who are the others with?”

“Wormtail’s asked Mary. Marlene got asked by Dorcas. Pandora Rosier’s going with Lovegood. Oh, um, Junior in your year is going with her brother. Stebbins is going with Vance… Uh, that’s all I know.”

You tilted your head curiously. “Remus?”

Sirius matched your head tilt. “Hasn’t asked anyone yet.”

“Yet?”

“Prongs is insistenting that we all ask someone. If he has a date, apparently we all need one.”

You hummed, looking down at your assignment. You don’t want Sirius to see the slight disappointment on your face as you considered what he said. Was it actually nice to get asked to the dance when you weren’t expecting to go? Yes. Was Sirius an attractive bloke? Also yes, but he wasn’t your type and was bordering on being a brother to you. The latter was heightened with his moving in over the summer. You would’ve much rather said yes to going with Remus. Then Sirius could’ve gone with one of the girls who drooled over him.

“So, you’re a definite yes?” Sirius asked, bringing your attention back to you.

“Yes, Black. Now, leave me alone. I gotta finish this for Professor Ceriffine.”

Sirius nodded and slid back down to where he had been sitting with Peter, Mary and Dorcas.

“Padfoot! Got a date yet?” James called across the common room after study hall.

“Asked her in study,” Sirius answered, walking toward him with Peter in tow.

“Who’d you ask?” Remus asked, briefly looking up from his book.

“Little Corvid,” he said with a lazy grin.

“What?” James and Remus gasped at the same time.

“You asked my sister without asking me first?” James continued as Remus fell silent, gripping his book more intensely.

Remus didn’t listen to Sirius’ defense or James’ continued berating. Remus hadn’t told anyone but he had planned on asking you himself once he plucked up the courage. For the briefest of moments, he’s glad he didn’t because of the look on James’ face, but the feeling passed as quickly as it arrived. Remus tried to swallow the sudden resentment he was feeling for Sirius. Sirius had tens of girls who’d be more than happy to go with him. Hell, more than half of them would ask Sirius themselves if they heard Sirius was actively searching for a date. Remus on the other hand, well, he wasn’t sure who else to ask. Peter had already asked Mary and Emmeline got asked too. Remus made a mental note to compare the moon cycle to the dance; maybe it would be too close to a full moon and he could get out of it.

“So that just leaves our Moony!” James said, clamping a hand on Remus’ shoulder, causing him to jump in his seat. “Got your sights set on anyone?”

“No,” he grumbled as he trained his eyes on the pages.

“Well, you got to ask someone. You’re the only one with a date now,” James said, although his tone said he wasn’t okay with Sirius’ date being you, but he would tolerate it.

At dinner, you told Marissa, Lucy, Elias and Martin what happened during study hall. They all seemed surprised.

“I would’ve bet on Remus asking you,” Lucy said. “Given how much time you’ve been spending together.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“Oh, please. You spend more time in the library studying with him than you spend doing anything with us,” Marissa said with a smile. “Like you say, you’ll know it when you see him.”

“What does she know?” Martin asked.

“Nothing. I know absolutely nothing,” you said with a warning tone and look toward Lucy and Marissa.

Yes, you had talked to Elias about Connor, but that was only because they were close. Martin and Elias didn’t need to know much about your potential relationships. The two boys watched as you had a silent conversation with the girls. Lucy and Marissa were fairly certain that you finally had a substantial crush, but you were still coming to terms with it.

“Anyways, I’ll need help deciding on a dress. Boys, you’re welcome to come with if you want,” you said.

Martin snorted a laugh. “Right, because that’s how I want to spend an evening.”

“You don’t want them there. They’d be no help whatsoever,” Marissa said pointedly, reaching for her cup. “You’ve seen what they wear on the weekends.”

You and the girls laughed while the boys attempted to defend their fashion choices.

Remus now had the problem of finding a new girl to ask and working up the courage to ask her. He had checked the moon cycle and the dance was too far away from a full moon to use his furry little problem as an excuse not to go. As Remus went through his day, he’d decide a girl might be alright, ask one of the boys if said girl had a date already and then sigh when they said yes. He debated telling James that he would just go stag – all the girls he’d tolerate an evening with already had dates.

Then he went to Herbology with Peter, their last lesson of the day. Remus scanned the room, almost certain they had already had a class with everyone in the room. Then Remus nudged Peter.

“Tara McMahon. She have a date?” he muttered, trying not to get his hopes up over the Hufflepuff.

Peter pursed his lips and tilted his head as he thought about it. Then he shook his head. “Don’t think so.”

“Right. Cool. Yeah.” Remus told himself that he needed to use class to prepare himself and just ask Tara after the lesson ended.

The worst she could do is say no, right? No. The worst she could do is laugh in Remus’ face, but he didn’t think she would do that. If she already had a date, she’d let Remus down easy. She was a nice girl. He would’ve rather gone on James or Sirius’ word that Tara didn’t have a date yet, but alas, they dropped Herbology the first chance they got.

As soon as the class ended, Remus hurriedly packed up his things and made his way to Tara. If he hesitated, he’d lose all his nerve.

“Hey, Tara! Got a second?”

She looked up from putting her things away. “Remus, hi.”

“Would you like to go to the dance with me?”

Blunt. Straight to the point. Very romantic. Just how every girl dreams of being asked.

“Yeah, I’d love to,” she said with a sweet smile. She appeared to mean it.

“Great. Thanks.”

There, he’d done it. He got himself a date, even if it wasn’t his first choice. He hated that you were going with Sirius instead of him. He was the one you sat with in the library. He was the one who invited you to the Gryffindor party and then sat with you all night. He was the one who called you Little Corvid. But it was one night. Remus could survive one night with you on Sirius’ arm, even if it killed him inside.

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As you walked down the corridor toward the Great Hall, you pulled uncomfortably at your dress. You don’t remember picking it out or even trying it on. If you liked it in the store, you certainly hated it now. It’s uncomfortable. It’s itchy. It’s too tight. Something poking you in the side. You saw Sirius waiting for you outside the hall. He smiled when he saw you, taking your hand to lead you inside. You don’t even recognize the Great Hall or half the people around you. As if the dress wasn’t enough, the music is too, the bass vibrating your brain and bones. Suddenly, you’re chest to chest with Sirius in the middle of the dance floor. The music shifted into something intense with strings. Your arms were around his neck with his hands on your waist. You were swaying in time to the slow song. Then Sirius started to lean in. He pressed his lips to yours. You wanted to move, to back up, to get away from it, but you’re frozen. You can’t even scream. All you could do was wait for it to end, but his lips picked up speed and ferocity. You wished you could bring your hands down from around his neck to push his chest away from you. Just as he began to pull back-

You sat up in your bed in a cold sweat. It was the middle of the night. You couldn’t catch your breath. It wasn’t real. You tried to slow your breathing, or at least make it quieter so you don’t wake your roommates. When you’ve calmed yourself, you relaxed a bit more; it had only been a dream. A weird and uncomfortable dream.

As much as you tried, you couldn’t fall back asleep. You tossed and turned and eventually settled for staring at the canopy above your bed until morning. You knew you were going to be a zombie all day. From barely eating anything at breakfast to nearly falling asleep in Transfiguration, you’re so out of it. The few times a professor called on you during class, you answered their questions wrong, even if you knew the correct answer in your bones. Focusing and being present weren’t things you could do. Getting through the day was tough enough without professors expecting you to learn.

You went to the library after classes like usual. Maybe some quiet was what you needed. Then you spotted Remus. You’ve never been quite so glad that he was alone. His presence could be what you needed to focus. You approached his table and took the spot across from him, like you’ve done many times before. Except you realize, before you even take out your things, that you need to talk. That dream really struck a nerve. You didn’t bother bringing it up to any of your friends. Even if they didn’t care too much about the Marauders, Marissa and Lucy would tell you that they were wrong about Remus and that you actually liked Sirius. Lucy was already coming around to that idea – because why else would you have said yes to him?

Remus looked up from his book and gave you a warm smile. Your stomach most definitely did not flip. Nope, that would be silly. Why would a smile make you feel weak in the knees? That wasn’t rational.

“Remus, do you know how to interpret dreams?” you asked, voice sounding more weak than you had expected.

He chuckled softly. “Don’t take Divination, but I can try if something’s bugging you, Little Corvid. How hard can it be?”

You rubbed your temples gently. It was really, really bugging you.

“It was about the winter ball. There was a slow dance and Sirius kissed me-”

“Maybe you should ask one of your friends ‘bout it?” Remus interrupted you. “One of them must take Divination, right?”

“Oh, um, I mean they do but…”

Great, you thought, Remus can’t help. Remus felt miserable as he watched you. He didn’t understand your expression. You had said yes to Sirius and were now dreaming about kissing him. Were you expecting Remus to be a wingman for you? You already had the date.

“I’ll, uh, see you later, Lupin,” you muttered, standing up and hurrying away from him.

That hadn’t gone how you wanted it to. You really thought Remus would’ve listened to you longer and given some advice. Your breathing was uneven as you returned to Ravenclaw Tower. Your roommates watched you move through the common room and head straight to your dorm; they swore you had just left for the library and didn’t expect you back until late, like usual. Did they say or do anything? No. Their trivial gossip was more important to them.

Remus didn’t stay much longer in the library after you left. Your expression was burned into his brain. It baffled him. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and your dream. He knew he probably didn’t handle it the best, but what was he supposed to say? He was sitting in his dorm alone, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, when Sirius entered. Remus regretted asking Sirius about it before he even did.

“You know much ‘bout dream?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

“Probably as much as you. Why?” Sirius responded, loosening his tie and tossing it in his trunk.

“What does it mean if you have a dream about kissing someone?”

Sirius snorted a laugh as he undid his shirt buttons. “Usually means you want to kiss that person.”

Remus’ stomach twisted but he tried not to show his reaction on his face. Sirius had gotten to you first and now you wanted to kiss him. Remus lost his chance.

“So,” Sirius started to say with a grin on his face, “who do you want to kiss?”

“Wasn’t my dream.”

Sirius’ eyes went wide. Now Remus really had his attention. Sirius moved to lean against Remus’ bedpost.

“Whose was it?”

Remus didn’t answer right away. He knew he shouldn’t tell Sirius since it was about him.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, staring at the floor.

That got Sirius invested. He watched Remus with a curious expression.

“Who does she want to kiss?”

Remus knew he’d ask that.

“You,” he said with an eye roll. All girls want to kiss Sirius. “I guess she had a dream about the dance. Real romantic, eh?”

“Yeah… Romantic…” Sirius muttered, more to himself than Remus.

Sirius was silent as he moved to his bed, collapsing on top of it. He ran a hand through his hair. His mind was spinning. He had asked you platonically to the dance. He meant it when he said that he wanted a Potter to hang out with at the dance. If James was going to be distracted by Lily all night, he wanted a girl he could joke around with. But you wanted to kiss him. He hadn’t been expecting that.

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Marissa and Lucy went with you to find a dress. The dresses you picked out looked better on the mannequins than they did on you. It was a bit disheartening. But that’s why you brought the girls with. You knew they’d be able to help you. You gave them your minimum requirements and set them loose. Within minutes, they had more dresses for you to try on. And you tried them on until you were happy.

It fit right. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t itchy. There was nothing to poke you in the side.

Were you trying to avoid the situation from your dream? Maybe. But the girls said you looked gorgeous in the dress and that Sirius’ jaw was going to drop when he saw you. You reminded them that that wasn’t the intention, but you still wanted to look good. They assured you even more that you did.

Then the evening of the winter ball, the girls helped you get ready. Once again, you offered Martin and Elias to come hang out while the girls did your hair and you did your makeup, but they said they’d take a shower in gobstone goo. You thought they were being a tad dramatic. A simple ‘no thanks’ would have sufficed.

The night started to feel like deja vu. Walking down the corridor toward the Great Hall, except the corridor wasn’t eerily empty. Sirius waiting for you outside the hall and smiling when he sees you. At least you felt confident and comfortable in your dress. Sirius took your hand in his and lifted it to place a kiss on your knuckles.

“You look lovely,” he said with a smile.

“And you don’t look half bad yourself.”

“There’s the energy I need for tonight,” he replied with a cheeky smile.

It was already better than the dream. He led you inside the hall, which was more recognizable than in your dream. It was decorated with extravagant ice sculptures, gigantic icicles hanging from the buttresses and false snow falling from the ceiling without actually reaching the ground. The entire room seemed to shimmer. It was beautiful.

Also unlike your dream, you recognized the people around you. Seventh years you never talked to, sixth years who barely spared you a second glance most of the time, a handful of fifth years who got invited like you, and the Marauders, their friends and dates. Lily, Marlene, Mary and Dorcas were having a lively conversation while James and Peter stood near them. You didn’t see Remus.

“Oh my Merlin!” Marlene exclaimed when you and Sirius approached the group. “Y/N, you look beautiful!”

You blushed. “Thank you. You look fantastic!”

Sirius let you talk with the girls, going to stand with James and Peter. You wanted to ask the girls if they’d seen Remus, but you didn’t know if it was your place to ask. Surely he had gotten a date for himself and was off with her somewhere. You just wanted to see him. For him to see you all dressed. You wouldn’t let yourself linger too long on why you wanted him to see you all dressed up.

The girls take your hands and drag you out onto the dance floor. The boys followed, not wanting to stray too far from their dates. Especially James who placed himself right next to Lily. You were grateful the other girls were there; they made it feel less like imposing on the Marauders. After a few songs, Remus appeared with a girl you didn’t know. You thought she maybe was a Hufflepuff? Maybe you’d seen Lucy or Elias talking to her, or you’ve sat near her when you’ve been at their table?

When you made eye contact with Remus, you exchanged your usual smiles, but Remus’ didn’t feel as warm as they did in the library. It pained your heart slightly, but you knew better than to dwell on that right now. You were at a dance. You were supposed to have fun at dances.

The song shifted to something slower, romantic with strings. The feeling of deja vu returned. The group split into couples, and Sirius pulled you close. Chest to chest. It hit you that you’ve never actually been this close to Sirius. His hands rested on your waist and your arms were around his neck – just like your dream, except you felt more relaxed. You knew this was real. Plus, you knew that Sirius wouldn’t actually kiss you. You were James’ little sister. Certainly James would’ve had a talk with Sirius and told him that he was dead if tried anything. Right?

Then it happened all too quickly. Sirius was gazing down at you with a soft expression. Your chest tightened with panic as you realized he’s leaning in. Unlike your dream, you aren’t frozen. Your arms came down from his neck and gently pushed his chest as you took a step back. Then another step back. You weren’t focused on what your face was saying, but you’re sure it’s something akin to surprise and astonishment and freaking out. Sirius looked utterly confused. You didn’t know what to do so you did the only thing that felt right: you ran.

You turned and ran out of the Great Hall. You knew that you must’ve attracted a ton of eyes in doing so, but you needed to get out of there. You ran until you made it outside, breathing in the cold winter air. Each breath you took felt like a lifeline, but you were still freaking out.

As soon as you left the hall, Sirius, with his mouth gaping, gave Remus an accusatory look. Sirius thought that Remus told him about a fake dream so that he would make a fool of himself. Remus wasn't looking at Sirius though; he was turned toward the door before deciding to leave his date and follow you out.

That left Peter, and the girls, to wrangle James, keeping him off of Sirius.

As Remus left the hall, he could hear echoes of “That’s my goddamn sister, you git!” and “What the bloody hell were you thinking?” and “Stay away from her!” There were also “I thought she wanted it!” and “Prongs/James, calm down!” SIrius tried to not feel bad about using Peter as a human shield, but he knew that James wouldn’t murder Peter. He couldn’t say the same about himself right now.

Remus looked in various closets and empty classrooms as he passed them in his search for you. Luckily for him, the door you slipped out of didn’t close fully behind you.

“Corvid?” he called as he stepped outside.

He scanned the area immediately beyond the door. He didn’t see you right away. You had stepped off to the side, sitting on the wall ledge with your head in your hands. You weren’t crying, but you still felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your mind was reeling from your dream essentially coming true.

“Corvid!” Remus repeated when he spotted you.

He ran up to you. He didn’t touch you when he realized the state you were in. Instead, he crouched down and tentatively rested his hands on your knees to help balance himself. You gave a shuttered breath and looked at him. He couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you looked with your cheeks rosied up from the cold.

“It happened, Remus. Like my dream…” you said with a weak voice. “Except this time, I could move… Thank Merlin…”

He furrowed his brows and tilted his head.

“You ran away before he could kiss you, darling,” he reminded you, obviously confused at your state. Wasn’t that what you wanted? “That’s the, um, ‘thank Merlin’ part?” you said slowly, appearing just as confused as the boy in front of you. “I… I don’t want to kiss him.”

The color drained from Remus’ face despite the hope now building inside of him. So, Sirius might murder him, but you didn’t like Sirius like that.

“You don’t? But… your dream?” He tried to put as much emphasis on the last word as he could. Dreams were good things, right?

You shook your head. “No, Remus… Perhaps it’s better phrased as a nightmare? I mean, it wasn’t scary, but certainly not something I wanted to happen. The whole dream was uncomfortable… As was that, but at least I could move. I could stop it from actually happening.”

Yes, Sirius was going to kill Remus.

You took another shaky breath and immediately followed it with a groan.

“The whole school’s going to be talking about this, aren’t they?” you whined. “Baby Potter gets asked by the Sirius Black to the dance and then she runs away when he tries to kiss her? Godric, it’s so much drama…”

Remus chuckled as he stood up and offered you his hand. You took it. As soon as you were up, he pulled you into a hug. You don’t think you’ve ever been hugged by Remus before. His body warmed you instantly and his smell flooded your nostrils. Your breath got caught in your throat. The feeling of his arms around you sent butterflies to your stomach, taking you by surprise. The butterflies were more intense than the simple flipping of your stomach.

“If it’s any comfort, you didn’t get a choice in the drama…” Remus muttered.

You pulled back ever so slightly from the hug.

“If I had said no to coming-” you started to say.

“Then the whole castle would be talking about how James’ sister turned his best friend down.”

‘And then I would’ve asked you,’ Remus finished in his head.

You sighed, understanding what Remus meant. “I didn’t choose the drama… James did.”

“I mean, I wasn’t going to point fingers, but… yeah. James, Sirius, Peter and me. Big ol’ dramatic bunch that you’re related to.”

“Damned by association and blood,” you said louder than Remus expected but there’s a smile on your face again.

“Let’s get you inside. It’s damn cold. … And we can see if there’s a bit of your date remaining since you left with James with only Peter as protection.”

You laughed. “Black can handle himself against James. Certainly more than Pete can.”

By the time you got back to the Great Hall, James was over by the drink table with Lily, still looking heated. Sirius, Peter and the rest of the girls were on the other side of the hall. You and Remus approached the latter group first.

“Erm, I’m sorry,” Sirius said as soon as he saw you. “I thought-”

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. You glanced toward James. “We good to have it not happen again?”

“Yes. Heard. Won’t be trying to kiss you as long as I value my life.”

You nodded and headed over to James. Remus watched you walk away until Sirius hit his shoulder aggressively.

“What the fuck, Moony?” he hissed.

“Apparently, Little Corvid didn’t tell me everything.”

“Really?” Sirius asked in mock disbelief.

“She called it a dream the first time and now she’s telling me it was a nightmare.”

Sirius hit his shoulder again. “A fucking nightmare? I’m going to end you.”

Marlene moved in between the two boys.

“Nope. We already stopped one homicide tonight. We don’t need to stop a second.”

“James,” you said, bringing his attention from Lily to you.

“Y/N,” he breathed. “Are you okay?”

He put his hands on both of your shoulders, looking you in the eyes.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Sirius and I, we’re good.” You paused. “Are you good?”

“The wanker tried to kiss you!”

“James.”

“First he asks you out without talking to me first and then he tries to make a move on you? I-”

“James,” you said more forcefully. “He’s already promised to never try to kiss me again. We’re good. And if it’s worth anything, he’s not my type.”

“Who is your type then?” Lily asked, moving to stand right next to James.

You flushed. “Unimportant. Just tell me you’ll forgive Sirius.”

James stared at you with a hardened expression. “Fine,” he grumbled out after a few seconds.

“Good. I think we can still enjoy the rest of tonight, yeah?”

“Yes!” Lily exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you from James’ hands.

She brought you to the dance floor with the rest of the group following close behind. James was still giving Sirius warning glances while Sirius sent glares toward Remus. Peter was the only boy in the circle able to relax and have a good time. He had done nothing wrong.

You were right that running away from Sirius’ kiss attempt would spread like wildfire in the world of gossip, but you were more or less saved from it by the incoming Christmas holiday. Before you knew it, you were on the train heading home. And you were more than ready to leave your dorm. Lindsey and Alison were unbearable in the aftermath of the dance. They didn’t understand why you ran and they reminded you of their bafflement every second they could.

You had your own bafflement when you found your parents at the station. James, Sirius and Remus flanked them. And then all three of them went through the barrier with you and your parents following. No one mentioned to you that Remus would be joining you for Christmas. He would later tell you that his parents decided to go to the States for Christmas and his mother insisted on traveling muggle-style, which for some reason meant he couldn’t go with. And, of course, the Potters were always happy to host their children’s friends. You asked about Peter and apparently he begged his parents to visit one of his sisters for Christmas so he could join the party, but no success.

There seemed to be a silent agreement among the four of you that no one would bring up the incident to your parents. Some things they didn’t need to know. Just like over the summer, you tried your best to give the boys space. You didn’t want to mess up their dynamic anymore than you already had. You spent as much time with your mother as you could, which meant spending endless hours in the kitchen baking Christmas desserts.

“We expect to come back to an intact house,” your father said, looking at the boys. “I do not want to find the fire department outside. Do you hear me?”

The boys nodded.

“Great. Then we’re off. Be good.”

Your parents stepped into the fireplace and used floo powder to go to a Christmas party. It was going to be just you and the boys in the house until like 2 a.m. Your plans involved “borrowing” a bottle of elvish wine and settling on the couch with your latest book. You didn’t really care what the boys got up to as long as they left you alone.

You relit the fire and sat down on the couch. The atmosphere in the room was perfect, relaxing, calm. Christmas-y. The tree in the corner of the room seemed to glitter with the dancing light from the fire. You weren’t sure where the boys had gone while you prepared for your evening, but then James and Sirius bounded down the stairs with an ungodly amount of noise.

“Fancy a snowball fight?” James offered as he pulled on his boots.

You made a face and gestured to the fire. “No.”

“Ah, you and Moony… bunch of flobberworms,” Sirius said before pushing James out the front door.

So Remus wasn’t going to join their snowball fight. You wondered if he was going to sit upstairs all night. You wouldn’t mind if he decided he wanted to hang out with you on the couch, maybe reading his own book and enjoying the warm atmosphere you had created. You had barely uncorked the wine bottle and opened your book when Remus appeared at the stop of the stairs.

“Do, erm, do you mind if I sit with you?” he asked. You could see that he did have a book with him.

“Only if you drink with me,” you said with a cheeky smile as you raised the bottle for him to see.

He chuckled and came down the stairs. He sat down next to you and got comfortable, draping a blanket over his legs. He reached over to grab the bottle and took a swig.

“Your mum let you have this?” he asked.

“Guess we’ll find out if she throws a fit tomorrow or not.”

Remus smirked at you and took another swig before handing you the bottle back. You read in a comfortable silence for a while, handing the bottle back and forth. The only noise was the crackle of the fire and muffled yells from James and Sirius. You peered at Remus over the top of your book, appreciating how the fire accentuated his features in the best ways. He wasn’t even doing anything and yet your heart started to race.

“Can I tell you something?” Remus asked after taking a swig of the bottle and handing it to you.

“Yeah.” You placed a bookmark to save your spot and closed your book, giving Remus your full attention.

“I was going to ask you to the dance.”

You stared at Remus with wide eyes and now your heart was most definitely pounding. You had wished it was Remus who asked you. That was only increased by the incident.

“Why didn’t you?” you asked in a soft voice, your throat feeling tight.

“Sirius got to you first,” Remus said, throwing his head against the back of the couch. “I was working up the courage to ask you and he comes back to the common room announcing that he’s already asked you.”

You pressed your lips together, taking in Remus. “I wish you had asked me.”

Remus sat up straighter and turned his body to face you.

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

You stared at each other in a thick silence for a few moments. You were both trying to figure out what the other meant.

“Wouldn’t’ve had that awkward almost-kissing incident,” you said with an awkward chuckle. You immediately regretted saying it, because why on earth would you say that?

“What if… what if I had tried to kiss you?” Remus asked in a low voice, looking toward the fire so he didn’t have to see your reaction, as if rejection would sting less if he only had to hear it.

“It wouldn’t have been an almost.”

His gaze snapped back to you. “It wouldn’t have been an almost?”

You put the bottle of wine on the side table along with your book and scooted closer to Remus so you could move his book from his lap. You could barely think with your heart beating as loud as it was; Remus could barely breathe with what you said and what you just did.

“I wouldn’t have ran away,” you said, not breaking eye contact with Remus.

“You wouldn’t have…” Remus’ voice died in this throat.

He frantically patted his pants and pulled his wand out of his pocket. He gave it a quick wave. A sprig of mistletoe suddenly appeared above you, floating precariously. You looked up at it in awe and let out a small giggle.

“Oh, would you look at that,” you said in a soft voice that was laced with mirth.

“It’s tradition, you know,” he said, matching your volume and leaning just slightly forward.

“It’d be a shame to ignore tradition.”

“Right.”

A beat passed. Neither of you moved, yet you continued to stare at each other.

“Just kiss me already, Remus,” you said. You honestly felt that you might combust if he waited any longer.

Remus swallowed, wet his lips and leaned forward, meeting you halfway. It was soft and tentative, barely a brush of lips, but it was enough to send fireworks through you. You both pulled back, feeling shaky and blushing like crazy. Remus looked at you nervously until you broke into a wide smile. You shifted so you were sitting even closer to him. You looked up again at the mistletoe.

“Huh, it’s still there,” you mused. “Must mean we need to try again.”

Remus let out a shaky chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. Try again.”

This time you leaned into him. The second kiss was more confident. It was lips slotted together and movement. You were each applying pressure to the kiss, like you were fueled by a hunger for the other. Remus brought a hand up to cup your face as the other rested comfortably on your waist. You had one hand supporting yourself on the couch and the other on his chest. It was only a hair short of being considered a snog.

For your first and second kisses, you were quite pleased. When you inevitably told Marissa and Lucy about it when you got back to school, you would describe it as magical. Cheesy, but, Merlin, it was. Remus made you feel something. All those times you said you’d know him when you saw him, you didn’t realize that you just needed to see him in a new light.

And then the front door opened.

“Moony, what the actual fuck?” James’ voice boomed through the room.

You and Remus broke apart. You were both bright red, panting and wearing matching grins. James looked furious. Behind him, Sirius had an unreadable expression on his face. This would explain why you didn’t want to kiss him at the ball; he was the wrong Marauder.

You pointed to the green plant still floating above you and Remus.

“Mistletoe,” you said casually, as if your brother hadn’t just walked in on one of his best friends making out with his little sister.

tags: @navs-bhat

#marauders #marauders fic #marauder-misprint #remus lupin fic #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #potter!reader #remus lupin fluff

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crescenthistory · 6 months ago

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CARINAAAA 2K????? CONGRATSSSSSS

could i ask you to analyse bartylus with... potter!reader? 👀😳

THANK YOUUUUUUUU tihi<333 and of course you can lovely!

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i will ANALYSE poly!bartylus with potter!reader

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, references to black brothers trauma

this is james and sirius' best dream and worst nightmare handed to them on a platter

james' sibling dating regulus is literally something they have been dreaming, scheming and plotting of for years – "this is our chance to become brothers in law sirius!!!"

james' sibling dating barty crouch junior, batshit barty, the weird guy with the hair and the piercings and the tongue and the– please god no

"bubs please don't do this to me"

"i am not doing anything to you jamie, i'm just eating breakfast with my boyfriends"

"yeah, jamie, she's just eating breakfast with her boyfriends"

queue james and sirius having a joint seizure

though, i do think james eventually comes around, fuelled by that potter love and family loyalty, and he drags sirius with him into acceptance by the ear

while they might still grumble and sirius most definitely fakes throwing up at least once a day, they don't protest to barty going everywhere with them

(because barty is the only part of this they have a problem with)

(mcgonagall considers this karmic justice as she watches it all unfold in the great hall every day)

as for the couple itself, i think potter!reader and poly!bartylus would be a surprisingly healthy love story, despite the inevitable chaotic conception

firstly, the potter love is strong in reader and for you to shower them both in it would be a truly healing endeavor

the slytherin skittles have a lot of love to go around between them, but there is something about that brighter-than-the-sun, devoted, blinding, all-encompassing potter love that i think would just burn right through them and trigger every healing process

(much to both boys' initial fear and confusion)

secondly, the chaotic energy of someone who has grown up with james and been raised by effie and monty is the only one that can possibly match barty's unhingedness and adhd bursts

a potter!reader would also be rather grounded in a way that would help regulus keep barty managed – because that's an all-hands on deck type of situation

the dynamic in this trio would thus be rather balanced; equal parts fun, love and safety

not to mention that a potter!reader would be able to keep up with regulus and barty's verbal sparring – both regulus' jargon and academic debate-style and barty's snide comments and silly jokes

there are so many backgrounds for their dynamic that would make sense to me, so it's quite fun to play around with

i can see reader being affectionate to regulus because of sirius and him either being really fond of it or really adverse to it

depending on how resentful he is towards sirius and james at the time and how heavily he's clinging onto denial

either he's noticing her and feeling a warmth he can't quite explain OR he feels pitied or misunderstood and tries to run away at the sight of her

in the former case, barty would not want to be spending time with a potter voluntarily and tries to fight regulus on it until he meets you and becomes infatuated himself

in the latter case, barty would pick up on regulus' hesitance immediately (because he spends most of his time studying reg anyways)

and thus, both in a genuine attempt at helping him face reality and because he thinks it's hilarious, barty would be the one to seek out potter!reader when he's with regulus

thinking it will be a friendship for laughs but then oh. oh no. she's captivating.

alternatively, i can also see potter!reader seeing barty running around the castle being an absolute menace and going "that one. i want him."

(queue james pulling out his hair and marlene being concerned but still cackling loudly at the situation)

(because marlene would be a quasi-sister to potter!reader)

barty might at first lean into your attention and be like "haha this is going to mess with (james) potter so badly"

and then not even two minutes into talking with you he goes "fuck. it's going to mess with me"

it gives you and opportunity to get to know regulus outside of the whole situation with sirius and james and allows you to see him in a new light

when you're with barty and meet regulus, he's not somebody's traumatised little brother, he's the sarcastic and witty best friend – and that would do something to you

either way, bartylus have been in love for years on end without ever truly realising or acknowledging it

it's when potter!reader gets involved (in whatever way) that they understand "oh we're not just best friends, we're Best Friends, we're let's-spend-our-lives-together friends, which really is not friends at all"

(someone is bound to make comparisons between bartylus' and prongsfoot's belated realisations, and regulus will have to be held back from biting that person's head off)

the dynamic just works

chaotic but so passionately loyal

and we all know poly!bartylus would just be obsessed with her

mhm yeah i enjoy this. good food.

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mallowsweetmiri · 3 months ago

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remus x potter!reader

Summertime at the Potter's

warnings: smut

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Remus had become something of your best friend. Somewhere between your brother’s disappointment over your decision not to join the Quidditch team and his tendency to scare off any boy who even looked at you, you found yourself in a private bookclub with his best friend. Sure, you had friends at Hogwarts, but your roommates didn't share the same affinity for music and the arts. Sirius and Remus were into it, but Sirius was always too busy defending James from bludgers, and James… well, he was too busy ignoring you for choosing books over Quidditch. So when summer rolled around, James had all but kicked you out of their home Quidditch Cup, instead recruiting Peter to take your place when needed.

"Something wrong?" Remus asked, placing his book down across his chest. The sun danced through the leaves above him and speckled him with shadows.

"Nah, just thinking," you responded, shutting your own book. It was a hot afternoon, and while the other boys flew in circles above the sprawling hills of the Potter estate, you and Remus sat in the shade reading as you always did. On occasion, you would sprawl out in the grass when Lily came to visit and tan, but Remus had a certain aversion to the sun. However, if you decided to do something, he would often follow. "Do you want to go swim down by the river? It's bloody hot."

Remus groaned and dropped his head to the back of the Adirondack chair, closing his eyes as a warm breeze blew his hair. You chuckled and stood up, starting back to the house to change. You heard him grumble a bit as he followed behind you.

"Y'know, if you're hot, we could always just sit inside," Remus offered, jogging a bit to catch up to you. You rolled you eyes and gave him a side smile.

"You would rather just sit inside than go to the river?" You asked with raised brows, chuckling slightly when he sucked in through teeth and gave you a nod. You half groaned and laughed as you walked up the wooden steps onto the back porch of your house. "Alright, fine. Let's go upstairs then. I bought some new records last week."

Remus had been in your room before. A few times actually. When you were little and they used to play pranks on you. When you were sick and Euphemia made him bring you lunch. And now this summer, when it seemed to be the best hang out spot in the house. He liked the view it had of the backyard, and the collection of books and journals that were stacked on the white bookshelf pressed against your wall. He watched as you kicked you shoes off, put a record on, then promptly flung yourself onto your bed with your book. You didn't open it though, just stared up at the ceiling with the same contemplative look you wore earlier.

"Is everything alright, Y/N?" Remus asked, keeping his eyes on the bookshelf as he fingered through the collection. Neither of you were fond of eye contact while bearing your souls. You sighed heavily and shifted in the bed.

"James is just bothering me. He's been such a dick, y'know?" You sounded disappointed. Remus understood. James had wanted to spend every waking minute with you on the team, and when you told him you weren't trying out, it broke his heart.

"He's just upset. He'll get over it soon," Remus offered, pulling out a copy of The Great Gatsby.

"Hey, don't-" your voice cut as a photograph fell out from the pages. Fabian Prewett <3 was scribbled across the bottom. Remus tried his best to hide his smirk but failed. He picked up the photograph and shot a glance your way as if to say, really? You sat up in the bed with a monstrous blush spreading across your cheeks.

"I didn't realize you had a thing for Fabian," Remus chuckled, holding the photo between his fingers as he walked towards you.

"I don't," you huffed, sitting up onto your knees to snatch it out from his grasp. He chuckled as you tossed the photo the across the room.

"Oh? So you just happen to have his photograph with a little heart-" his word died with laughter as you slapped his arm before falling back onto the bed and rubbing your hands over your face.

"I don't anymore," you growled, shooting him a death glare. Remus' smile hadn't faded as he took a seat next to you. He'd be lying if he said it didn't bother him to know that you harbored romantic feelings towards someone. To be honest, he'd never even seen you talk to another guy that wasn't your brother or his friends.

"What happened?" Remus prodded, despite your furious blush and glare.

"What do you think happened," you grumbled, staring back up at the ceiling.

"I dunno, what?" Remus spoke, keeping his eyes on you. You rolled yours in annoyance.

"James. Duh," you narrowed your eyes at Remus. Was he really that daft? He looked at you cluelessly. You turned your gaze back to the ceiling. "The worst part is, I genuinely think he would've gone for me. If not for, y'know..."

"Yeah, I don't doubt it," Remus said without hesitation, a blush almost creeping beneath his cheeks from how quickly he'd agreed. You whipped you head to him with a glint in your eyes.

"Really? You think so?" You smiled satisfyingly at him, like a kid waiting for their parents to say good job! Remus chuckled to himself.

"I mean, c'mon, Y/N. Are you kidding? You're one of the most gorgeous girls in the whole school." You blushed profusely as you stared at him speechless. Now that Remus was thinking about it, James was most certainly the reason why he never saw you with any guys. Why you never had any boyfriends or went out on dates. Who wouldn't want to be with you?

“Are you messing with me, Rem?” you whined, smile cracking as if ready to get the joke. Remus huffed out a laugh, suddenly aware of how completely unaware you were at your own beauty and reputation at Hogwarts. No wonder James was so protective.

“Y/N, do I ever mess with you?” Your smile turned more into confusion as you huffed out a breath and turned back to the ceiling.

“I guess not,” you mumbled, staring quizzically into nothing. Remus chewed on his lip, becoming conscious of his position above you as your head rested softly on the pillow. The warm summer breeze seeped through the cracked window along with the sounds from the vinyl.

“Well now I just feel bad for Fabian Prewett,” he joked, breaking the silence. “He didn’t know what he was missing out on.” You scoffed out a laugh and rolled your eyes, lulling your head to face Remus.

“Shut up,” you muttered, lightly slapping his arm again but with no real force. Remus couldn’t stop the half smile that formed on his lips from your actions, effortlessly endearing.

“Im being serious,” he said quietly, but his boldness made your eyes flicker up to his.

“Serious about what?” You asked nervously, sitting up. You couldn’t stay laid out on the bed with Remus’ gaze burning through you.

“You being beautiful,” he said without missing a beat, his eyes flickering to your lips for all but half a second. You stared at him with the words caught in your mouth. He had snapped out of whatever trance he was in as he huffed out a laugh and ran his hands roughly through his hair. The two of you were sitting unusually close now. You didn’t want him to laugh and go away. In fact, it struck you that this might be your one chance to be with a cute boy without your brother getting in the way. And while you were no expert in sex, you were pretty sure that the tension hanging between you and your brothers best friend right now was anything but friendly.

“So, what do you usually do with girls you think are beautiful?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling anywhere besides his eyes. This just so happened to be his lips.

“Y/N,” he warned, causing your gaze to flicker back up to his. He cursed under his breath at the way you looked right now. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“You started it,” you teased, your smile matching his.

“That’s true,” he chuckled quietly. There was no need to speak any louder with how close the two of you were, inching nearer with every breath.

“Well, go on then. Finish what you started.”

Remus couldn’t wait another second as he pressed his lips into yours, moving himself further onto the bed to properly kiss you. Your head spun as his hand found your hip, pulling you into him as his lips danced softly against your own. You’d imagined this once or twice before, but never really allowed yourself to indulge too much in the fantasy of Remus touching you. But this- this was so much better than anything you could’ve possibly imagined. Your throat let out an involuntary whine as Remus settled you onto your back in one swift motion, grunting into your mouth with a heavy breath. Your fingers grasped at the light fabric of his shirt, moving you hands to the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss you harder. You were both making lude noises as your hips pressed against one another, mouths moving in an insatiable frenzy. It was one of those kisses that made you pant and grasp at anything you could, like you were dying of thirst. A holler in the distance broke the hypnotic tempo and made Remus pull his head up from you. He glanced out the window for a second, but once he realized James was in fact not hovering outside it on his broomstick, he turned his attention back to you, lips red and swollen under his gaze. He brushed the hair out of your face.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he cursed, hovering over you still with a breathless smile. You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, as you too caught your breath.

“Just shut the window,” you said, the two of you chuckling at the noises of quidditch in the distance.

“Right,” Remus replied, scrambling to his feet to close the pane while adjusting his shorts. You sat up on your elbows and watched a lopsided smile form as he came back over you on the bed. “Much better.”

The kiss this time was gentle. Your lips melted against his like ice cream in the sun, the soft tickle of his breathe soothing the blush on your cheeks. He shifted his body to rest into yours, his hand supporting the crevice of your neck as he buried his mouth deeper into yours, pulling a gentle sigh from your lips. It felt natural, easy in a way you’d rarely experienced before. Most boys were too caught up in your title as “James’ little sister” to actually give you what you wanted. It was funny though, how Remus had more reason than anyone to be concerned by this fact, and yet he hardly seemed to care.

“O-oh,” you stuttered as his hand moved from your hip to your inner thigh.

“Is this okay?” He panted, pulling away to look at you. You could hardly form words so you just grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips back down to yours with a muffle mm-hmm. His hand grasped gently at you upper thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the tender insides of your legs. You squirmed under his touch and he smiled into the kiss knowingly. You grasped the bicep of his supporting arm as his thumb swept circles closer and closer to your core, sometimes running his entire hand up and down your leg in generous sweeps. It felt good. So good. It felt even better when he moved his hand to cup your heat, pressing gently down onto your clit, pulling a frantic gasp from your lungs.

“That feel good?” He teased as he continued to press into the front of your shorts, rocking his palm back and forth tenderly. You hadn’t realized your eyes were clamped shut until you opened them to see Remus watching you, lips parted and eyes dark.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered again, not sure what else you could say in this moment. You let your head fall back onto the pillow as your body shuddered with pleasure. Remus hummed and dipped his head into your neck, leaving wet kisses from your jaw to your collar bone. His fingers slipped their way under the fabric of your panties, then dipped down into your soaking core. You were almost embarrassed by how aroused you were, but the sensation of Remus practically growling into your neck while glossing the wetness over your clit all but killed you.

“Let me take these off.”

It prompted a sudden shed of layers, with Remus yanking his shirt over his head first before helping you with yours. Remus worked in two ways, either completely frenzied like the way he almost tore the fabric of his shirt, or frustratingly tender in the way he peppered kisses across your chest as he leisurely slipped your tank top off your shoulders. His hands were rough and yet the delicacy of their touch on your cool skin made you shiver. His birds nest colored hair tickled your ears as he kissed further down, his hands outlining your breasts before falling to your hips, sweeping your shorts down your legs. His eyes ran up your body with a serious gaze, memorizing your curves and the freckles that lay in places unseen by others.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, coming back to kiss you. You just sighed and let his hand wander back between your legs, this time with no barrier between his fingers and your core. He dipped his fingers down once again, running them across your entrance then over you sensitive clit, rubbing gently in circles. Your hips rocked with his movements, his heavy breaths matching the sounds of your whines. Every once and a while the two of you would break your kiss and he’d watch as you bit your lip and threw your head back into the pillow, his fingers dipping inside of you to feel you clenched around him. Remus watched you and imagined what it would feel like to push himself inside of you, what your face would look like as he fucked you. He thrust his hips against his hand, pushing another finger in as he did so. The bottom of his palm pressed against your clit as his fingers circled up inside of you, causing a tightening within your stomach.

“F-fuck,” you muttered, your nails digging into his arm. You writhed beneath him, your eyes indulging in the contracting muscles of his abdomen as he thrust gently against you. You whined loudly when his teeth came down to bite gently on your earlobe, a sensation you had no idea you’d like so much. You pushed yourself deeper onto his fingers, chasing the high that Remus had begun to form.

The record player clicked and the music stopped, a last noise of mechanical whirring before the sound of your wetness took over the room. Remus was sucking generously on your neck now, groaning as he continued to rock his hips to the tempo of his fingers. A second tightening of your stomach, this one deeper and longer.

“R-rem,” you whined pathetically, wrapping your arm around his back now and digging your nails into his trap. He hummed in response as he continued to suck on the sweet spot he’d found. The suction only heightened the growing knot in your core as you jutted your hips fervently against his fingers. His thumb came up to swipe your clit and you broke without warning, intense waves of pleasure pulsing through your stomach. You almost cried out his name, but Remus, knowing better, stifled your response with his mouth, groaning into your mouth as he helped you ride out your high.

Your thighs, his hand, and subsequently your sheets were coated in stickiness as Remus rocked his hand for the final few seconds of your orgasm, messy and lacking rhythm. You moaned lightly into his mouth as the kiss become haphazard like the movements of his hand. He pulled away only an inch, just enough for the two of you to catch your breath and realize that you had just orgasmed hard around his fingers. Remus breathed out a chuckle as he let himself relax, watching you follow suit. He smiled into your neck and rolled over with a grunt, pulling you onto his chest. You didn’t know what to say, and so you just buried yourself into his warm skin, sighing contentedly against him. His hand swept in pets across you hair and he leaned down to kiss your head, cueing your body to relax once again.

“Are you alright?” Remus checked in, picking up his head to look at you. You looked up at him with a lazy smile.

“Yes, Remus,” you chuckled, pulling yourself up to kiss him on the lips. He huffed out a laugh and kissed you back, his hands tugging at your hair one last time.

“Good,” he said, his eyes on your lips. “That was good.” You nodded in agreement and kissed him again, this time interrupted by the inevitable smiles forming on your faces.

“We should probably get dressed,” you said in a hushed voice, your forehead pressed against his. He hummed into agreement but neither of you moved for a while. Eventually the stickiness between your legs stirred you to your closet. Remus watched your backside as you pulled up a fresh pair of panties and shorts.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to swim by the river today,” Remus said, tugging his shirt over his head. “But I have to say, I liked my idea better.” You spun around to see his cheeky smile as he sat dressed on your bed. You chuckled and walked over to him.

“Oh, is that right?” You teased, placing your hands on his shoulders. His hands came to grasp your hips as he looked up at you.

“I’m usually right,” he chimed, patting his hands gently against your ass. You rolled your eyes and shoved his chest.

“Whatever, but just so you know, you owe me a day at the river,” you called, turning to put away your record. Remus hummed and stood up from the bed, reaching down to the floor to pick up the lost Polaroid you had thrown earlier.

“I’ll just put him back where he belongs,” Remus mused, waving the picture of Fabian between his fingers. You scoffed as he closed the photo within The Great Gatsby and placed it back on the shelf.

“I’ll put you back where you belong,” you threatened with a finger to his chest, trying to hold in your smile.

“Back between your thighs?” He purred, taking a step closer.

“Remus-” you blushed before getting cut off by a yell from downstairs.

“Y/N? Remus? Where’d you guys go?” James called from the back door. Both your eyes widened as you took a step back from one another and spurred into action towards the door.

“Coming!” You hollered, smoothing your hair down as Remus cleared his throat and adjusted his top. You turned back and threw him a smile, the blush still lingering on your cheeks. Remus chuckled and guided you out the door with his hand.

“Come on, let’s get back downstairs.”

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