#prior ron/hermione

[jomiddlemarch]

they two play out the game 

“Be honest—”

“What do you want me to say, Hermione? That I fell in love with you at school, when you loathed me, when you loathed me because I made you feel that way because I couldn’t bear your pity or worse, being beneath your notice, a shrug of your shoulders, an eyeroll? That the Amortentia I brewed in Potions smelled like ink and rose geranium soap and the bloody catnip you must have grown for your Kneazle in the greenhouses because you never would have nicked it from Sprout? That I envied Weasley for his family loving him and welcoming you, when my father wanted you dead and my mother refused to remember your name?”

Draco paused, lifted a hand from where he’d been gripping the railing and loosened his tie. It was dark blue, because they were no longer children, defined by Houses. He wore his robes open, like an Oxford don, and she could see the suit he wore was Savile Row, not Wizard-tailored. His brogues were polished to a shine short of a House-elf’s efforts.

“Should I tell you I’ve dreamt of you for years, in that periwinkle petal dress and on my ballroom floor, screaming for mercy, and in bookshops, in teashops, in the pub, laughing, smiling at Potter and Longbottom, making a face when you take a sip of your bitter? In the Wizengamot, at my trial, like a Fury. At all the other trials, demolishing their smug assurance, making them cower, making them see? Do you want me to explain how I told Astoria we would marry but I’d never be able to love her and she told me she already knew it, that she understood everything and that if I didn’t mind too much, she supposed we’d do well enough together? You want to hear how when my son was born, I wanted to Owl you, before anyone else, even though you’d have been baffled to receive any message from me, would have probably thought it was a prank from George Weasley, an overture to return to the Weasley bosom after you and Ron ended it ostensibly amicably, except that you’d left England and hadn’t been back in six years for more than a fortnight?”

He took a step nearer and Hermione resisted the urge to fold her arms across her chest or draw her robes closer in some nonverbal attempt at protection. He’d grown taller after the War ended and she hadn’t, not a whit, probably stunted by the stress and starvation of the Horcrux hunt, but he was still a few steps below her on the stairs, so he continued to look up at her, a supplicant. He was still giving her that power, that dominance over him which she hadn’t believed when he’d offered it earlier in words alone.

“Shall I tell you how I followed your career, the papers you wrote, the conferences you attended, collecting clippings like a lovesick groupie with his favorite Quidditch team? How I heard your voice when I taught Scorpius his first spells? How I told him the brightest witch I’d ever known was Sorted into Gryffindor and he was confused because his mother had been a Ravenclaw? How my wife fell in love with my best friend and I didn’t care, or rather, I was happy for her because Theo loved her back and it was nothing for me to look away and let them have the time they could? How I thought if you knew, you’d perhaps admire me for once, for not being selfish, for making some sacrifice, except that you’d be wrong, it wasn’t a sacrifice at all, not when I cared about them both in one way and not at all in another? You want to hear how I thought I’d seen you—at the train station and in the City, in the Prophet, your hair braided, that streak of white like a halo, like a queen’s ivory filet, your eyes, sweet Nimue, your eyes, Hermione—”

“I’m not a saint,” she put in.

He climbed another stair and now he looked directly at her. She could rest her hands on his shoulders if she wanted. She could raise a hand and stroke his cheek, graze the steel temple of his spectacles, the silver hair at above his ears. 

“I know. And I know why you don’t wear a glamour or charm your hair the color it was when we were young. You want me to tell you how my wife died and I wanted you to comfort me? To come to her funeral and hold my hand, to wear the veil for her and to let me fold it back over your head to face the truth? How I wanted you in my bed, fresh from your bath, in a nightdress you’d let me ruck up to your waist, naked beneath me, your skin like silk, arching up into my hands, gasping, laughing when I accidentally tickled your waist. Crying out when you felt my mouth on your breasts, suckling, when you felt my cock hard between your thighs, when I begged you? When I told you to spread your legs, love, when I praised you for being so good, my beautiful, darling, delicious witch I wanted to fuck all night, that there was no one else, there never had been, there never would be, only you, my darling with your dark eyes and your brilliant mind and your magic, your heart, your cunt—You want me to say that I love you, that I’ve loved you to the best of my ability for the best part of my life and that I don’t want you to go, not now, not ever, but I know that’s not up to me?”

There was a slight flush in his cheeks, a gleam in his grey eyes that might be tears, but his voice was steady, restrained, and there was space between them yet that she knew he would not breach. She used the effort required to cast tandem wandless in a duel to the death, more than she’d used when she was eighteen and expected to save the world.

“If it’s the truth—” she said.

“It’s the truth,” he answered. “There’s more, I suppose, but it’s much the same.”

“Then it’s what I asked for,” she said. She closed her eyes for a moment, part of her sure he would not be there when she looked again, a dream, a vision she’d conjured, Nimue and Merlin both, trapped within her desires while the world lived and grew around her. She opened her eyes and there he was, waiting. There was a shadow in his gaze, the expectation of rejection, abandonment. He was not a man accustomed to hope. She’d asked, though, and he’d answered.

“I’ve learned, as I’ve grown older, that I can’t hope for the best. Settle for what I’m given. I must take what I want, with both hands,” she said and reached over, up a little, to cup his face with her palms, her fingers touching the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. He was very still, almost rigid, and she felt a frisson of fear, of being deceived, denied. 

“With both hands,” she repeated a little hesitantly. “Unless, you don’t, after all—Scorpius will not, and you have to put him first, of course—”

“I do,” Draco, beginning to smile. “And I was told not to come home without you, though Scorpius is willing to take my word for your arrival. He’s not waiting there for us.”

“No?” Hermione said, feeling terribly warm, terribly, wonderfully desired. Needed. Accepted.

“No, I shall have you all to myself,” he said. He finally put his arms around her, very carefully as they were still on a staircase and perhaps he was a little unsteady now. “D’you suppose, before we go, I might kiss you?”

“Here? Where anyone might see?” Hermione asked, though the hallway had been deserted for the past hour and the charm on the wall sconces needed to be recast. Though she had let herself look at his mouth, the curve of his lips. Let herself admit her own appetite had gone beyond any curious hunger, to craving, the sweet she had been forbidden for so long.

“Yes. Be honest, would that bother you?” he said.

“Do you think I will say it would? Do you expect me to tell you no when I’ve just said you’re what I want? All that I want?” she said, echoing him. Making him grin, a hint of the smirk she first remembered seeing on his face as a young boy, now subsumed into such tenderness she felt nearly overwhelmed.

“Is it the truth?” he said.

“Yes,” she said and then she didn’t say anything else because they were beyond needing any other word than “Home—” the Side-along as easy as a breath, as waking from a dream into the day.

They named their first daughter Verity, explaining it was a family name.

[lilithslittleworld]

Masterlist <3 (By Fandom, character, and type)

Just a little reminder link to my character list and that requests are open!!

Twilight Saga:

Quileute Pack

Seth Clearwater:

Formal Crushing (fluff, oneshot)

Jacob Black:

New Moon if Edward had never come back (Chapters)

New To This (fluff, smut Jacob x Reader oneshot)

Cullens

Alice Cullen:

Our Little Secret (Alice x Bella smut)

Bella Swan/Cullen:

Our Little Secret (Bella x Alice smut)

Headcanons:

How Bella’s (and Alice’s) Graduation Party Actually Went (or should’ve gone): (headcanons)

Divergent Series:

Peter Hayes

All For You (smut, angst, some fluff. oneshot)

Jeanine Matthews

The Exception (fluff and angst oneshot)

Four/Tobias Eaton

Intruder (Four x reader smut, oneshot)

His Girl (Four x reader fluff, oneshot)

Character Headcanons:

How The Divergent Characters Would React To You Being Injured\In Pain (angst, fluff, headcanon)

Harry Potter Universe:

Weasleys

Fred Weasley:

Ambulo Aqua (Fred x fem reader, fluff)

Harry Potter Guys

Oliver Wood

Locker Room Tales (Oliver x gender neutral reader, fluff)

Harry Potter

The Chosen One (Harry x reader, smut)

Marauders era

Remus Lupin

What Better Way to Relax Than Sex? (Remus x fem reader, smut)

Harry Potter Headcannons

Doing It With The Harry Potter Characters Is Like (smut headcannons)

Top Gun Fandom:

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Hanging In There Series: Part 1 Jake "Hangman" Seresin Hanging In There Series: Part 1

The Hunger Games Series

[alannacouture]

Why yes, I am just encouraging people to read 📚

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Harry Evans is just a normal 24 year old who lives in a small town in the united states. But what happens when around Christmas time he comes into contact with someone who used to know Harry Potter? He falls in love, of course.

Harry Potter, T, English, Romance, words: 17k+, favs: 285, follows: 99, Nov 23, 2019, [Harry P., Severus S.]

[lunetoone]

dont ignore me

s: harry cant stop looking at cho, leading to you ignoring him for a period of days. he can't handle it so he decides to disperse the situation himself.

harry j potter x fem!reader

five days. five days you've neglected harry, five days youve neglected his needs for you and his desperate need of your attention. he tries so hard to talk to you before you leave potions class but you talk to pansy so lively without sparing him a glance.

the reasoning behind the avoidance was he couldn't keep his eyes off of cho five days prior. sure you two arent in a relationship but does that mean all the late nights hookups and secret kisses in between classes meant nothing to him?

you skipped dinner that night, eager to finish the book you've picked up a couple days back. the girls dorm was empty, setting your mind at ease, just the thought of the quiet book read is making you excited. although upon opening your dorm room you find yourself quite surprise, or interested.

harry james potter, the boy who lived, a powerful wizard on his knees staring up at you with glossy eyes. you fight back a smirk, "what are you doing doing here potter." you cross your arms trying your best to not jump and giggle at this sight.

"please, look at me in class" he grabs your hand and place your palm on his cheek, leaning on it "please, touch me like this when nobody is looking" the desperateness of his voice made you tingle. he brought your palm to his lips, kissing it while his eyes focused on your own pupils. "i miss you, stop ignoring me. I'll make it up to you"

you wanted to strip naked right then and there with the way hes looking at you. "why should i? go get cho to do these things to you" a tear ran down his cheeks and you felt yourself becoming more excited by the second. your palm now in-between his hands, hes holding it dear "i want you, please i dont need cho, just you." his begging so nicely how could you deny?

"show me how much you really want me then" with no hesitation he stands up and pull you in a kiss, hands having its own mind exploring your beautiful body.

you melt in the kiss, your hands on his chest gradually going lower. when your hands reach his lower abdomen his breath hitches and you smirk in the kiss. his hand now on your neck pulling you further in the kiss. you hands tease on his crotch, palming it harry lets out a high pitch moan. "shit y/n, its been five days i might explode just by your touch"

you laugh at his joke, he continues kissing you, his mouth now on your neck. your hands palm his clothed cock slowly, teasing it by stroking it up and down. his moans and pauses from kissing you indicates just how much hes been waiting on this. you decide to tease him further by kissing his neck, the beautiful moans he lets out was music to your ears. the teasing of his dick and the feeling of your warm tongue on his neck is sending waves of pleasure to harry.

you push him on your bed on get on top of him, grinding your clothed wet cunt on his own clothes private. his head now in the nook of your neck hand gripping your waist tightly. you let out a small moan in his ear and bite it playfully and harry just snapped.

"ah.. fuck y/n" he bites your neck and moans, body flinching and breaths faced. "oh my god harry did you just-" "please, im embarrassed as it is, don't point it out" you laugh to yourself and he sits up properly, pouting.

they way his hair clung to his forehead from sweat made you lick your lips. "ill make it up to you y/n.. just dont tell anybody about this" "oh.. i dont know, i think ron and hermione would love this story" you gasp in surprise when he grabs you by the waist to pin you down, body hovering over you. "you won't find it so funny when i fuck that attitude out of you"

"dont forget harry, we're just friends" "fuck that, tonight we're more than friends.. im going to-" his seducing words were cut off by giggles of girls outside the door, "just when it was getting good"

"harry??? how am i going to explain this?" "dont worry love, ive brought my invisibility cloak" he kisses your lips and puts on the cloak, just in time for the girls to come in. "oh y/n! there you are, im surprised you aren't with harry, he too wasn't at dinner. i hope you two still aren't fighting" hermione puts her books on the table, while looking at you concerning. you stare at the spot harry was on knowing he's still there "dont worry hermione, all is well" you wink to the blank wall and smile to yourself.

[atydblack]

"demure" part 2

best friends dad! james x reader

masterlist (requests open!!!)

PART 1

glad u guys liked part 1 because i can not stop thinking about this version of james .

warnings: age gap, cheating, rough sex (not too much smut in this one tho soz), jamie is kinda a dick, everyone is of age!!!

MDNI

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It had been 3 days.

3 whole days since the night you spent with James and he hadn't spoken one word to you.

In the grand scheme of things, 3 days isn't too long. But when those 3 days are spent longing after someone who is pretending you don't exist it is.

You were frustrated in every sense of the word, and with just over a week until you go back to Hogwarts - you were becoming desperate.

Every one was floating in between the kitchen and living room. It was rare that there was ever a quiet moment at the Potter's which made it even more difficult to find James alone.

You sat with your head resting lightly on Ron's shoulder whilst him and Hermione chatted about something you couldn't even focus on, your mind a million miles away.

Surprisingly, you had barely felt any guilt towards your actions a few nights prior. Every time you felt a bit bad about what you'd done, Ron would piss you off and it all made sense again.

You had even tried to somewhat recreate the incident with Ron, actually trying it on with him every single night but he would just make fun of you or would already be asleep before you'd even had the chance to touch him.

"Y/N?" Ron pushed you off his shoulder. "I said, are you okay?"

"Yeah," you half heartedly smiled. "I'm just gonna grab some water."

"I can get it for you-"

"No, it's fine."

You stood to your feet and wandered through to the kitchen and there he stood.

James was leaning against the kitchen counter, a mirrored image of how he was stood just a few nights ago.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

A white shirt hung from his body as he had just gotten back from his job at the ministry under an hour ago. A half empty glass of red wine sat in his hand as he spoke intently to Remus.

When he noticed you enter, he stopped talking and his jaw tightened.

He had been on your mind 24/7. The way his hands felt on you, the way he spoke softly into your ear, the way he made you feel.

It was constant, you couldn't think of anything other than James.

James broke eye contact after a brief moment. He muttered something inaudible to Remus before quickly walking past you.

James' heavy footsteps echoed through the house as he almost stormed up the stairs.

Remus nodded his head at you. You couldn't tell wether he was indicating for you to follow him or if it was just a simple greeting.

You didn't care either way, you were bored of being ignored.

Turning swiftly, you padded quietly up the stairs after James.

You were unsure of what exactly you were going to say to him, but something was better than nothing.

The house was huge and you weren't exactly sure which room he had gone into.

You decided on his bedroom.

You slowly opened the big oak door before entering quietly.

He wasn't in there, but it still caught your attention.

A strange feeling overwhelmed you as you took in the detail of the room James shared with his wife.

Jealousy? Guilt? You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Everything was perfectly clean. On one bedside table sat a picture from their wedding day and the other was a picture of Harry.

Chewing your cheek out of anxiety, you stepped closer to the one of James and Lilly's wedding.

You had always been under the impression that they were so in love, so happy. Yet James had done this.

It almost felt like you had dreamt it all.

The door to the bedroom opened, making you jump.

You turned around to see James stood there with an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing?" James grumbled, stepping forward.

"I-I don't know." You muttered, your cheeks growing red.

"You can't do this, Y/N." He demanded, almost like he was telling you off. "I- What happened between us... it can't happen again."

He was frustrated, breathing heavy with his eyebrows furrowed.

You stood there twiddling your thumbs, unsure of what to reply.

"I fucking mean it-" James began pacing back and forth. "Shit, I could get in so much trouble for this, Y/N, you don't understand."

A ball of anger was whirling up inside you uncontrollably at his words.

A little voice inside your head telling you that he used you, he regrets you, he's embarrassed of you.

"You can't just ignore me!" You spat out. "I'm not just someone you can touch like that and then pretend doesn't exist!"

"I don't have a fucking option, Y/N." He came closer to you. "What did you think was going to happen? This can't be anything."

"What did you think was going to happen, James?" You bit back, sick of him talking down to you.

He was taken aback at your words, veins almost popping out of his forehead as he looked as if he was at war with himself.

"Fuck!" He spat, turning his back to you.

You weren't scared of him, he couldn't just use you and act like it never happened.

"You need to stop fucking doing this to me, Y/N." James muttered.

"I-I'm not doing anything!" You expressed, "I just want you to-"

Before you had the chance to finish your sentence, you were pressed up against the wall with his mouth on yours.

It happened all to quickly.

He lifted you up, legs wrapped around him.

James connected his tongue with yours, hands travelling all over you.

"I can't stop fucking thinking about you, Y/N." James muttered against your lips.

You could feel his hard cock pressing into you through his trousers as he pushed himself closer to you.

"Your sweet little moans,"

He pushed your dress up to your waist, hands travelling underneath to your breasts.

"Your tight little pussy,"

You let out a gasp as his cold hands brushed over your nipples.

"You think I haven't always noticed the way you look at me?"

In a swift movement he had you pressed up against the wall, ready to take you from behind. Your dress pushed up to your waist and his trousers around his ankles.

"Not so fucking innocent around you, Y/N?"

You must be dreaming. You must have dreamt this whole thing. There was no way your fantasy was unravelling in front of you.

"Do you want this, baby?"

You nodded with no hesitation.

"Words, kitten."

"Yes, James." You groaned. "I want you."

"Good girl." He muttered as he pushed his cock into you.

You gasped, he was much bigger than you'd ever had before.

It took a second for you to adjust but soon he was thrusting into you.

James couldn't contain himself, fucking you relentlessly as you moaned his name over and over.

"Have you been thinking about this, baby?" James groaned, choking you from behind. "I bet you have."

He was like an animal with stamina you didn't know existed.

"You gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"

You couldn't muster any words in response, just a loud moan harmonising with the clapping of him pounding into you.

It wasn't long before you were riding out your high, another unexplainable feeling he'd given you for the second time.

You tightened around him, only causing him to quicken his pace.

"Fuck-" He choked out as you felt his warm cum between your legs, his thrusts slowing down.

You both stood there attempting to catch your breath.

"No matter how hard I try," James said after a short moment. "I can't get you off of my mind."

"Likewise." You muttered.

"Y/N?" You heard a voice from the hallway. It was Ron.

"Shit." You whispered. "You- You stay here."

You quickly tried to fix your hair, pulling your dress down and trying your hardest to act like you didn't have James cum dripping into your panties.

You walked out to the hallway and smiled at Ron.

"What were you doing in there?"

"Just snooping." You shrugged, grabbing his hand and quickly pulling him back downstairs.

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part 3 will be up tomorrow!

[emmie-tt]

Can you write a harry potter x reader where the reader is harry gf and she got kidnapped into the malfoy Manor (in dh) and when Harry, Ron and hermione got captured there too, he finds her and he take her back to fleur and Bill cottage and he takes care of her because she got injured really bad while being there? <3 (also her having a lot of scars/marks and being insecure about them but harry will kiss them all and tell her they are perfect) and one night when she finally Trys to leave the bed (because her legs are really shaky) they go out and stay in front of the sea and they talk about their future? Sorry this is long hope you can make it <3

My Protector

Harry Potter x Reader

CW: Angst (Kinda) , Mental Problems, Mentions of blood and wounds, Mentions of Scars, Female Reader

How did you get here...As you lay on the cold hard ground of the Malfoy Manor your whole life flashes in front of your eyes. You had always been the quiet kid. Never causing drama. Never getting involved in drama. Never acting out. Hardly ever going to parties unless Harry had went with you.

Speaking of. Harry had been frantically searching for you, the moment he realized you were missing it felt like hi whole world stopped.

You didn't know that though. Not yet at least.

The lightheaded feeling began a few minutes ago. Whether it was from blood loss or dehydration was also unknown. You did know that it had been three days since you've had water and you also knew that gash in your forehead had been left unattended for quite a few hours so whichever was causing the lightheaded feeling was anyone's guess.

You heard a gasp from Luna Lovegood who was also being held captive but instead of reacting you ignored it choosing to focus on not passing out and praying to Godricks that someone helped and got you out of here...

The feeling of someones hands on your face brought you out of your haze and suddenly a fuzzy yet familiar voice was cutting through the silence

"Y/n...Y/n can you hear me?"

As your vision comes into focus your eyes widen as you realize who was knelt next to you.

"Harry..." you mumble as you weakly reach up and cup his face

He smiles weakly back, seeing you in so much pain and honestly so close to death...

"Hi sweetheart...I'm gonna get you out of here okay? Get you some help, alright?"

you nod slight and he slides one arm under your knees and the other under your upper torso. Picking you up bridal style he quickly makes his way out the things he noticed about the woman he loved more than anything was how much weight you had loss, the blood dripping down his arm from your forehead and that dazed almost lifeless look in your eyes.

He picks up the pace in his steps and as soon as the coast was clear he held you closer and floo you both off to the cottage.

------ At The Cottage ------

Harry quickly sat you down on the couch, the dizziness had took over and you had loss consciousness a few minutes prior. Molly gasps as she rushes over and helps Harry lay you on the couch.

She asses the wound on your head before quickly jumping into action and cleaning then stitching the rather deep wound

Harry stood at the end of the couch the whole time. His eyes never once leaving you as he watched Molly clean the wound and stitch you up.

He felt completely guilty for this whole thing, he had promised from the day he met you to protect you. You were nothing more than a ray of sunshine in his extremely dark life, the reason he lived was you and seeing you lay on the couch unconscious and injured absolutely broke him. He could not loose anyone else.

After Molly was finished she stepped back and walked over to Harry wrapping her arms around him in a tight motherly hug.

"She will be alright..." she mumbles softly into his hair as he begins to sob.

------ A Little While Later ------

Harry had fallen asleep sat on the floor next to the couch where you had been laid. His head rested uncomfortably on the edge as his hand gripped onto yours tightly. His whole body reacts when he feels you hand twitch slightly. His hands snap open and he quickly looks up at you right when your eyes slowly flutter open.

"Y-Y/n? Sweetheart, are you awake?" You groan softly as you reach up and feel at the now bandaged wound. Harry gently grabs your hand and pulls it back down, planting a soft kiss on your palm as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Hey...You're alright love...I'm right here..." He whisper softly as tears flood your eyes

"Harry..."

He stares at you sympathetically for a moment before, gently as possible, lifting you into his arms and holding you close to his chest. His hands rubbing up and down your back slowly as you sob into his shoulder where your head is resting.

He feels his own tears rise but he chokes them down to comfort you, something he knew you needed.

After a long few minutes you calm down and slowly sit up, ignoring the pounding that happens in your head at the movement. You hands wrap tightly around him and you stare down at him silently as he stares back before gently kissing your forehead leading you to let out a sigh and lay your head back down on his shoulder.

Harry noticed the shift in your personality. The silence that used to be replaced with constant chatter about things only Hermione could truly understand. The fear in your eyes that used to be full of light and shine. He noticed it all and it killed him...

"My love...Lets get you some food alright? And maybe some orange juice?"

He waits for your reply and when you nod he immediately stands with you in his arms and makes his way into the kitchen where he goes to place you in a chair only to be stopped when you tighten your grip and mutter out a soft "No..."

He stops in his tracks and stands back up with you in his arms, glancing down at your face

"No what love? You don't want me to put you down?" When you nod, confirming his question he sighs softly but obeys your wish and walks over to the fridge and pulls out a pitcher of orange juice that he pours into a cup and hands to you. As you sip at the juice he quickly makes a sandwich before taking a seat at the dining table and slowly feeds you the sandwich.

When you finish it a few minutes later he lets you finish the orange juice before standing and placing the dishes in the sink, letting the magic do its thing and clean the dishes, Harry makes his way down a hall and into the room Bill had given him to stay in.

He gently lays you down in the bed causing you to let out a soft whimper, he gently kisses your forehead

"Shh sweetheart, i'm right here...Let me get you some clean clothes okay?"

You hesitantly nod and he rushes off into the closet where he grabs an old shirt of his and a random pair of boxers before quickly making his way back to you where he finds you crying.

The guilt in his gut only grows and he walks over gently rubbing your back, you climb into his lap and he instantly lets you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rocking you gently as you sob.

Once you calm down he coaxes you off of him for just long enough to get you bathed and changed into the outfit before helping you into bed where he climbs in after you, letting you lay on top of him- rather uncomfortably, before holding you close as you fall asleep a few moments later.

And that is how most days go...

A few weeks passed and your physical condition had improved, the gash had almost completely healed, leaving a scar. All the bruises had faded and the small cuts had healed leaving their own small scars across your body.

Your mental health was another thing...While it hadn't worsened it really hadn't improved either...Harry could finally leave you alone but not for to long, you refused to leave the bed and talking still came very rarely for you.

Harry had left the room a few moment ago, to do something...He had said but truly you hadn't been listening.

Looking around the room your eyes land on the mirror hung on the wall, more specifically the reflection in the mirror. As you stared down your own reflection, seeing the large scar across your forehead caused disgust to rush over you in waves.

You slowly sit up in the bed letting the blanket fall to your waist, being in only your bra, all of the small scars that now littered your body were on full display. Your hands slowly ran over each of them, picking and pulling at them almost as if you were trying to get them off of you.

You were so lost in your own world that you didn't notice harry stepping into the room until you saw him in the mirror causing you to jump.

"What are you doing sweetheart?" He asks softly as he climbs onto the bed and wraps his arms around your waist after gently grabbing your hands and pulling them away from your skin

"N-Nothing..."

He clearly didn't believe you but instead of saying anything he gently pushed you back onto the bed and yanked the blanket off of you completely causing you to gasp and wrap your arms around his shoulders. "H-Harry! What are you doing?!"

He shrugs slightly as he leans down and kisses your forehead, right on the scar. "So pretty..."

Your whole body heats up as he leans down to your stomach area and presses soft kisses to each scar he could see as he mumbles praises.

"Beautiful..."

"Gorgeous..."

"Pretty..."

Any praise he could think of was flying out of his lips as he worshiped you, your face was the so ho from being so flustered that you couldn't stand it. This was exactly what you needed...That disgusted feeling melted away with every kiss and praise he gave you.

After a moment he looks back up at you, his glasses sat on the tip of his nose almost falling off. You giggle softly pushing his glasses back up his face, a smile appearing on your face for the first time in weeks.

Harry grins and moves up peppering kisses all over your face causing the small giggles to grow even more as you gently push him away

"My sweet girl" He says softly "Wanna take a walk with me? You seem in a good mood..."

You think for a long moment about the offer before ultimately nodding and slowly pulling yourself from the bed and into a standing position.

Harry smiles quickly following you out of the bed and helping you put your shoes on before putting his own on and leading you out of the cottage, the sun hitting your skin for the first time in weeks was an amazing feeling. You soaked it in for a moment before walking down the beach towards the water where you stop at the shore line letting the water wash over your sandal covered feet.

Harry slowly approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder as he gazes down on your face as you gaze out at the water

"What are you thinking about honey?"

You stay silent for a moment before leaning back against him "Our future..."

"Oh yeah? What about it?"

"I don't know...Just how- how everything is gonna end...With the war, the death eaters...he who should not be names..."

He sighs softly and kisses your cheek, before being taken you had no problem calling him Voldemort but now you were terrified..

"Nothing will happen to you again...Me, Ron and Hermione have a plane okay? Please don't worry about it..."

With a small nod you turn around in his arms and snuggle your face against his chest "How many kids do you want..?"

He looks down slightly shocked at your question before thinking for a moment "Honestly, it wouldn't matter to me...As long as I have you that's all that matters...What about you baby? How many?"

"Three...Two boys and a girl..."

He chuckles, your answer was instant with absolutely not hesitation behind it. "I'll do my best to help fulfill that dream my love..."

You giggle and slowly close your eyes as you rest against him. It finally felt like you could see a light at the end of a very dark tunnel. He had been everything you needed to get through such a rough time. Your love. Your support but most importantly your protector.

THE END

Oh. My. Goodness. I think this is my best work yet, I hope this is up to your expectations love!! And I am so so sorry it took so long to get this out there!!

[saintsenara]

What is your rationale for disagreeing with the fanon that the horcruxes affected Voldemort's sanity?

that it's literally canon that they don't!

i obviously don't have an actual problem with people using the idea that the horcruxes affect voldemort's sanity as a trope, if that's what works for their story, but what irks me is that this idea is often repeated by voldemort enjoyers as canon fact, when the impact of horcruxes on cognitive function is spelled out clearly in half-blood prince:

Harry sat in thought for a moment, then asked, “So if all of his Horcruxes are destroyed, Voldemort could be killed?”  “Yes, I think so,” said Dumbledore. “Without his Horcruxes, Voldemort will be a mortal man with a maimed and diminished soul. Never forget, though, that while his soul may be damaged beyond repair, his brain and his magical powers remain intact. It will take uncommon skill and power to kill a wizard like Voldemort even without his Horcruxes.”

in half-blood prince - as in every book prior to deathly hallows - dumbledore functions as the "word of god" character, which is to say that the information he provides us - as long as it relates neither to harry nor himself - isn't up for interpretation, it's understood within the narrative as correct. we can also be sure that he's done his research on horcruxes, knows exactly how they work, and is speaking as an expert when it comes to their impact on the mind - and we can also note that slughorn [who also seems to know what he's talking about when it comes to horcruxes and their function] doesn't mention them causing any cognitive damage when discussing them with the teenage tom riddle.

but nobody has ever made as many horcruxes as voldemort! maybe one doesn't affect the mind, but seven certainly could.

except this doesn't align at all with how the series understands the relationship between the soul and the will.

one of the central themes of the harry potter series is the value of choice. all of its main characters have narrative arcs which hinge - in some way or other - on them making a choice, very often the choice between what is right and what is easy. ron chooses to leave and then chooses to come back; hermione chooses to stay. sirius chooses to take a stand against the life his family expect of him. snape chooses to repent of his sins and work forever to atone for them. harry chooses to walk into the forest and die. lily chooses to ignore voldemort's request for her to stand aside.

all of these choices are made of the character in question's own free will - and the same applies to everything voldemort does in the series. he chooses to kill and to keep killing of his own free will, with the full capacity to understand his actions, and he refuses, right until the very end, to show the slightest bit of remorse for what he's done - and it is this, in the narrative's view, which makes his behaviour so heinous and which causes his behaviour to have such an impact on the state of his soul.

if we assume that voldemort's grasp on rationality declines with the number of horcruxes he makes, we are also assuming that his capacity to understand the full wickedness of his actions also declines - but his motivation for killing myrtle to make a horcrux and his motivation for killing frank bryce to make a horcrux are exactly the same: he wants to, and he doesn't give a solitary fuck about the life he's just taken.

and this stands in contrast to something else we see in canon - the idea that killing does not automatically have an impact on the soul:

“And my soul, Dumbledore? Mine?” “You alone know whether it will harm your soul to help an old man avoid pain and humiliation,” said Dumbledore.

this - the set-up to snape's mercy-killing of dumbledore - suggests that your soul is not harmed if you know without question that the death you cause is justified.

snape kills dumbledore of his own free will, but this suggestion also implies that it would be perfectly possible for the soul to remain unharmed if a killer was understood to be non compos mentis. that is, if someone lacked the capacity to understand their actions were not justified, then their soul would see them as "not guilty by reason of insanity" and not splinter.

voldemort's ability to make so many horcruxes in the first place, then, must depend on his capacity to understand exactly what he's doing - to know he could choose not to kill and then still do it anyway.

and we do actually see in canon that - while he's shown to be someone who kills with the slightest provocation in the films - the voldemort of the books is clinical and methodical in his violence:

“Nice costume, mister!” He saw the small boy’s smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his painted face: Then the child turned and ran away... Beneath the robe he fingered the handle of his wand... One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary...

the canonical voldemort's known kill count is actually surprisingly low, and each of his victims is clearly selected with a rational [in the "does he have a disorder of thought?" sense, not in the "is this morally justifiable?" sense] motivation driving his decision to attack them - even if his actions are also affected by an emotional trigger [he does not, for example, kill his father or massacre the goblins who tell him that the cup was stolen for reasons which are irrational or delusional - incandescent fury or fear that your secret is out are not insanity].

voldemort kills and makes his horcruxes out of choice, and the series is clear that his capacity to understand that choice does not degrade across the course of his life.

ok, but you have to admit that he's definitely not... all there, personality wise...

sure. but i don't think this has anything to do with the horcruxes...

the idea that voldemort runs around shrieking and cackling to himself is an invention of the films. the canonical voldemort is shown to be lucid and thoughtful even in deathly hallows, he remains a formidable strategist right up until the end - and i think it's also worth noting that the films really gloss over just how successful his takeover of the government is - and his prodigious intellect and magical talent are acknowledged by the order throughout the series.

his more volatile personality traits - his fondness for monologuing, his rapid switching between being superficially charming and feral, his tendency to get lost in his own obsessions, his emotional brittleness - are all ones the eleven-year-old riddle is shown to possess, and i think it's much more interesting to explore the idea that they remain aspects of the person he once was which the adult voldemort cannot hide behind the mask he has constructed.

but - yes - its certainly true that the resurrected voldemort of order of the phoenix onwards is more paranoid, harder to soothe, crueller to his death eaters, more inflexible in his thinking and so on than he is implied to have been in the 1970s, and so i understand why many readers interpret this as evidence that his last two horcruxes [harry and nagini] - plus the arcane horror of his resurrection ritual - might have sent him round the bend.

but i think that the implication of canon is that this behaviour has much more mundane causes.

in october 1981, all the evidence we have is that voldemort is about to win. he is an unassailable terrorist kingpin with an army of highly-trained, highly loyal minions and - we can assume - widespread popular support.

and then only four of these supporters try to find him.

it's clear - as we can tell from the fact that barty crouch jr. is so shocked to discover that he didn't massacre the reassembled death eaters where they stood - that voldemort is livid that none of his "loyal" servants came to rescue him from the tree in albania his soul piece was hiding in, choosing instead to pretend they were under the imperius curse and that they'd never have been seen dead supporting him had they been in their right minds. it's also clear that he has no choice but to welcome these death eaters back to the fold once he's resurrected because he'd have no core supporters otherwise.

but it's also clear that he doesn't trust any of them one single bit once their commitment is proven to be so fragile - and that it is this, this evidence that he's just a human being with human feelings, rather than a creature of pure magic whose mind has been warped by that magic, which provides a much, much more interesting explanation for his increasing volatility as the war draws to its conclusion.

voldemort is at his most interesting - in my opinion - when his humanity [and his failure to outrun it] is foregrounded. this isn't incompatible with his creation of the horcruxes at all. but it is, i think, incompatible with the idea that they warp his mind.

[wafflinglumos]

Non magic AU, in which Hermione, Ron, and Harry meet in Godric’s Hallow, a sleepy little sea side town.

—Harry ran away from the Dursleys as soon as they got there.

—Ron has lived there his whole life.

—Hermione had moved there four months prior.

All meet two days after Harry runs away, because of a mystery or something

[mrsriddlenott]

I just had this random thought of AngryBF!Harry x Fem!reader where she helps him through his anger in many ways.

masterlist

Warnings: Smut. Anger. Aggressive Sex.

“I just can’t get a break. I went all summer without a scrap of news, I’m behind on all my class work, and now Ron and Hermione seem to think I’m a bloody DADA teacher.” You and Harry sat on the edge of his bed as Harry held his head in his hands ranting. “It was all luck, why cant they get that. It’s not like I have any control over my life and when I’ll be attacked next.”

You and Harry had only been dating since the Yule Ball but were serious nonetheless. When he would need comfort after the death of Cedric Diggory and when no one could properly owl him, you were there. You were the guide that kept him from making too much of a scene, but with Umbridge pushing Harry every second with detention after detention, and denying every part of what happened last year, Harry was on edge even with you.

“Harry, you have to see where they’re coming from don’t you?”

“Not you too! Merlin of all people I thought you’d understand y/n!” Harry snapped often these days, you knew it wasn’t necessarily his words, you just wished he could calm down.

“I do understand Harry, but if I’m not going to be of any help, I’ll just go.”

“No y/n/n, you know thats not what I meant. I just can’t get even a bit of control anymore and it’s driving me mad.” And with that, you suddenly had an idea.

“Well, I can think of ways you can gain control cant you?” At the change in your tone Harry finally lifted his head to see you.

“What are you implying Darling?” His narrowing eyes were already dark with anger and he seemed unable to focus.

“Well I was thinking, next time you’re all strung out like this, you can always come to me. Don’t sit and yell at Umbridge just to get stuck in detention when you could be spending your time with me, Love.”

“Yeah, I like that idea y/n” Harry didn’t take a second to think it over as he seemed to light up with a bright smile, already over his prior annoyances.

At first it wasn’t anything inappropriate, after classes Harry would often storm into your dorm or pull you into his, already yelling about a DA meeting or something Snape or Umbridge did. You’d simply talk and cuddle until he was okay. Eventually Harry realized just how distracting kissing you was and before long would have you pinned to a wall with his lips on your neck at least once a week. When he had noticed how exhilarating it felt to be able to grab you from anywhere in the castle and drag you to his dorm just because he was mad, he simply couldn’t stop. He absolutely adored when you’d let go of control just for him.

And thats how you ended up here, on hands and knees in front of your very angry boyfriend.

“No one ever fucking listens, no one lets me speak…except you of course, hands.” His voice softened as he spoke directly to you. While you laid your hands on your naked back, laying yourself forward onto his bed, Harry took both your hands in one of his as the other lined himself up at your entrance, slowly letting his tip ease into you.

“I have less and less time for myself, I just want to be able to do what I want whenever I want,” Without warning Harry slammed into you fully, pushing himself forward and resting his bare chest on your back, lips next to your ear as he spoke, “That’s you of course.”

“Are you okay still? You remember what to say if you don’t want to continue, yes?” You nodded your head from where it was on his pillow, “Words Darling.”

“Yes, I say Snitch.” You were breathless already as you uncontrollably clenched around him, forcing a sharp sigh from the boy above you.

“Good girl” Harry whispered as he started an unrelenting pace, straightening himself and pushing your abdomen down with his hand on yours.

“You’re perfect y’know that? Bloody perfect stress reliever you are.” He laughed softly as his free hand roamed up and down your side.

He was pounding into you so hard his bed shook and the curtains began to part on their own. The sound of wet skin slapping together and your moans of Harry’s name filled the room.

He drove into you with force you had never felt before, he was quickly forcing you into your orgasm as his pace remained fast and hard against your g-spot.

“Fuck I wann- Ahh Fuck y/n I wanna look at you when I come.” Harry released your hands and held your waist tightly as he flipped you around plowing himself back in as if he never left.

Harry smoothed the hair off your sweaty forehead, keeping eye contact and smiling softly, before bending down to kiss you aggressively on the lips. His and your own moans being drowned by each others lips as he came inside you, your juices mixing as they slid out around him.

“Fuck, I’ve needed this all week,” Harry sighed breathlessly as he rested his head on your chest, not making any attempt of pulling out. As he yawned, you slipped your fingers through his messy hair smiling and breathing heavily, “I love you Harry”

“I love you too Darling”

~~

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[choccy-milky]

hey! They already asked you but I don't know if you forgot hehe, what are the mbti of Clora and Sebastian? 😸

OK, I FINALLY HAVE AN ANSWER!! took me a hot minute to figure out sebs, but after reading all the pages and comparing, i do think entp fits him the best. also i saw this picture on pinterest about a relationship between isfj and entp and its so true, esp the "do not listen to each other's advice, still get each other out of trouble" LMFAO. also the 'protecting isfj at all costs' 🥺🥺🥺im soft. (ALSO DONT COME AT ME I KNOW I SPELLED KNOWLEDGEABLE WRONG IM TOO LAZY TO FIX IT😭) OKAY!! and its been a while so i'll be using this ask to reply to a buncha others🙏🙏

my fanfic does follow the plot of the game, but with sebastian added to every sidequest/story mission. and then from around the third (niamh's) trial, it starts to branch more into (mostly all) original stuff!^^

yes actually LMAO, clora's lawley-slap wasn't even planned. but as i was writing it i started to get so offended on her behalf i was like GIRL, SLAP THIS BITCH🤬 so she did😇😇 id say its normal, yeah! even tho i stick to my outlines, a lot of what happens just kinda happens without my prior planning as i begin to write bahaha, especially dialogue scenes.

aw, im glad u like my blog so much and that it can help u even in the smallest of ways 😭thank u!!💖💖

BAHAHA AWW TYY IM GLAD U LIKE IT SO MUCH!! i saw u re-reading it recently on wattpad and ur comments always have me dying. also im just gonna address your other ask here in this one, but as u know seb has now met mr.clemons, and you 10000% nailed the dynamic between seb and clora's dad LMFAOO, they will absolutely bond over disagreeing with how careless she is and wanting to protect her/stressing over her LOOL. ty again for all ur messages, i love seeing how much u love my art/fic😭💖

OMG u are so right i need to draw this

also god idk....following the sebinis example, i guess they'd be...sebora?? reminds me of sephora LMAO. ive also had someone call them "alliteration shipping" which i think is so cute BAHAHA. HONESTLY PPL CAN JUST SAY WHATEVER THEY WANT, i aint picky.

oh god its been too long since ive read the books (tho i do really wanna re-read them esp in the winter) but my fav movie is half blood prince, just because i love all the ron/hermione moments and the highschool drama BAHAHA. what do u mean harry potter isnt a romcom??? ok and last but DEFS not least

THE UNHINGED ENERGY OF THIS ASK CRACKED ME UP SO MUCH WHEN U SENT IT BAHAHAH, couldnt even fit the whole thing in my screenshot. IM GLAD U LIKED/HATED THE CHAP, and also your pfp just makes everything you say funnier, i love it LMAOOO. ty🙏🙏

[slitheringghost]

“If there was one place that was really important to You-Know-Who, it was Hogwarts!” “Oh, come on,” scoffed Ron. “His school?” “Yeah, his school! It was his first real home, the place that meant he was special; it meant everything to him, and even after he left —” “This is You-Know-Who we’re talking about, right? Not you?” inquired Ron. He was tugging at the chain of the Horcrux around his neck: Harry was visited by a desire to seize it and throttle him. (DH)

Thinking about Bellatrix using Voldemort's affection for her and hunger for Home and Family to manipulate him when he threatens her sister, and Harry understanding the exact same thing about him and using it to find horcruxes (Harry is of course right; and even after he left, it remains "the beloved castle, his first kingdom, his birthright"). And Voldemort giving both of them the same exact Look in that book.

This confirms LV confided stuff about his family to Bellatrix (could also been told info via the Blacks), which you expect given their relationship. Harry taunts her, "Did you know he's a half-blood too?" - but Bellatrix does know, and she uses the same language of the Pureblood Family(TM) that LV recreates in the DEs and recognizes LV's craving for, specifically, that pureblood familial institution that he never had and that effectively disowned him. And:

“I don’t know whether he was ever inside Gringotts,” said Harry. “He never had gold there when he was younger, because nobody left him anything. He would have seen the bank from the outside, though, the first time he ever went to Diagon Alley.” Harry’s scar throbbed, but he ignored it; he wanted Ron and Hermione to understand about Gringotts before they spoke to Ollivander. “I think he would have envied anyone who had a key to a Gringotts vault. I think he’d have seen it as a real symbol of belonging to the Wizarding world. And don’t forget, he trusted Bellatrix and her husband. They were his most devoted servants before he fell, and they went looking for him after he vanished. He said it the night he came back, I heard him.” (DH)

There's similar identification, as Harry himself had no money or possessions before entering the magical world and finding belonging - but also understands Tom's lack of social status and fortune compared to his own later, and to an extent understands how belonging can be intrinsically tied to power institutions for a powerless orphan (he also vaguely recognizes LV's attachment to his followers; not sure all of Harry's conclusions are correct, but the gist of his perception is).

And then, Dumbledore, who understands him less (and dehumanizes him more) than the other two:

"[...] Voldemort was, I believe, more attached to this school than he has ever been to a person. Hogwarts was where he had been happiest; the first and only place he had felt at home." Harry felt slightly uncomfortable at these words, for this was exactly how he felt about Hogwarts too. (HBP) "How did you know that was there?" Harry asked in astonishment. "Magic always leaves traces," said Dumbledore, as the boat hit the bank with a gentle bump, "sometimes very distinctive traces. I taught Tom Riddle. I know his style." (HBP)

Given LV recreated the traditional first-year boatride across the lake in the cave, potentially Dumbledore guessed the concealed boat was there because he knows Tom's attachment to the school (but I doubt he recognized the connection to Merope).

Voldemort paid no attention. “I have nothing more to say to you, Potter,” he said quietly. “You have irked me too often, for too long. AVADA KEDAVRA!” (The Only One He Ever Feared, OOTP)

Voldemort stood up. He looked less like Tom Riddle than ever, his features thick with rage. “This is your final word?” “It is,” said Dumbledore, also standing. “Then we have nothing more to say to each other.” “No, nothing,” said Dumbledore, and a great sadness filled his face. “The time is long gone when I could frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to make repayment for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom…. I wish I could….” For a second, Harry was on the verge of shouting a pointless warning: He was sure that Voldemort’s hand had twitched toward his pocket and his wand; but then the moment had passed, Voldemort had turned away, the door was closing, and he was gone. (Lord Voldemort's Request, HBP)

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“My Lord,” said a dark woman halfway down the table, her voice constricted with emotion, “it is an honor to have you here, in our family’s house. There can be no higher pleasure.” [...] where Narcissa sat rigid and impassive, Bellatrix leaned toward Voldemort, for mere words could not demonstrate her longing for closeness. “No higher pleasure,” repeated Voldemort, his head tilted a little to one side as he considered Bellatrix. “That means a great deal, Bellatrix, from you.” Her face flooded with color; her eyes welled with tears of delight. “My Lord knows I speak nothing but the truth!” (The Dark Lord Ascending, DH)

And still, Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth. “Harry Potter,” he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. “The Boy Who Lived.” [...] Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now [...] (The Forest Again, DH)

[magicbystarlight]

Before I Knew You (AU Part 3)

Bill Weasley x Reader

Masterlist, Part One, AU Part One

Summary: What if the fall of the Ministry didn’t interrupt the wedding? For @pearlsofme

Warnings: 18+, minor character death, unedited, AU, accidental pregnancy. Minors DNI.

A/N: A short one!

You didn’t linger under the downpour of the shower. It felt too much like the rain. Kingsley and Bill were gone. Other Order members needed to be checked on, plans needed to be made. You had no clothes of your own. Only the ones covered in mud and blood. Your hands had been shaking too much to try to clean them. The towel was wrapped tightly around you as you walked the short path to the room at the end of the hall. 

Bill had said any room. 

His bed was still made before you slid into it. Bill must not have been sleeping. You clutched the pillow tightly.

—

You hadn’t meant to sleep. Exhaustion had gotten the better of you when the adrenaline wore off. Bill slipping in the bed beside you woke you only long enough for you to turn and curl into his waiting arms. 

—

Nausea greeted you in the morning, but passed with the knowledge everyone else had managed to get away. Kingsley’s escape with the Minister hadn’t been anticipated. He’d managed to get out Patronuses to warn the others. Whatever surprise attacks the Death Eaters had planned were ruined. The Burrow had been their main target and Scrimgeour’s sacrifice hadn’t been in vain.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had gotten away, though not with the others. Bill said no one knew where yet, but they were sure they were safe. If Harry Potter was dead everyone would know.

Instead the Daily Prophet arrived with the headline: “From Hero to Murderer: Harry Potter Wanted for the Death of Minister Rufus Scrimgeour.”

You were wearing Bill’s clothes when Arthur arrived with the dipping sun. He tried to offer sending you off to another safehouse—the plan for you to come here had been made prior to the wedding—but you refused. Bill snapped the handle off his mug when his father asked if you were sure. 

“Thank you for worrying,” you said, pulling Bill’s hand from the broken ceramic and knitting your fingers through his, “but I’m sure.”

—

The next weeks were tense. Communication was kept to a minimum. Even with each of the Order's locations under their own Fidelius Charm, it was too risky. It left you and Bill with only each other.

The hang ups you’d had before didn’t matter. There was no guarantee you would survive to see the end of the war. Not with the man who sought you out over his master’s greatest threat. Why deny yourself some semblance of happiness for a heartbreak that may never have the chance to happen? 

It’s easy to be with him. Silence or conversation, sleeping together or sleeping together, it’s like breathing. When the worry and stress began to wear on your stomach, causing more and more mornings to be spent with nausea, he was patient and accommodating. Never once did he complain about a plain meal nor your occasional inability to finish one. He offered more than once to see if someone had any ginger, but it wasn't enough of a concern to risk communication.

But in the last few days his concern seemed to magnify. He’d been having you practice defensive spells when you failed to block one of his spells. You were knocked backwards. The fall hadn’t been hard, you were in sand, but Bill treated it as if you’d been hit with an Unforgivable.

“I’m fine,” you’d said, staying in the sand to catch your breath. “Been hit with worse.”

“But you weren’t—” he cut himself off and huffed. He dropped to his knees beside you, his hand cupping your cheek. “Maybe we should take a break.” His forehead rested on yours.

“I need to practice.”

“We will. Later.”

“Bill.”

He kissed you softly. “I hate when you use that tone.”

You grumbled in response, but allowed the training to come to an end. You were exhausted. It’s later that night when you’re curled into his side in bed that he asks, “Do you think that you might not be sick from the stress?”

“Unless your immune system is better than mine, I don’t think it can be anything else.”

His hand rubbed your back. “Love,” he said softly, “I think you might be pregnant.”

Part Six

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[alannacouture]

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Dramione Drabble 6.

the drabbles just keep coming.

While Granger didn’t understand what had happened in that meeting this morning, Draco did.

He felt her slip into his subconscious. Felt her mind inside of his, watching one of the hundreds of fantasies Draco had about harming Weasley.

It was a daily occurrence, for him, really. It wasn’t always so frequent, but ever since the day she died, Draco imagined it often enough to have categories. When he was really irritated, he’d imagine the red headed git dying by Draco’s own bare hands. On more manageable days, the fantasizes were more tame.

Like the one Granger had unwittingly slid into. She believed it to be one of her own, most likely brought on by the realization that what Draco had pointed out about the idiot was accurate.

Ronald Weasley was not happy that Hermione Granger had survived and that bothered her. It even bothered Draco but it wasn’t surprising. Aside from his obvious idiocy the bloke exuded, there seemed to be some kind of sixth sense. As if the hatred the red-head had garnered and curated had given himself the ability to sense Draco’s presence.

Even if it was just a sliver of Draco's soul nestled inside of his fiancé and longtime friend.

This observation had initially unnerved Draco. Because if Ron was brave enough to voice his concerns, then the idea would be planted into not only Hermione’s mind, but Harry Potters.

And Merlin knew how that would go.

But now, it was entertaining to him. Because now, he got to sit back and watch as Ron Weasley single handedly destroyed his relationship with the Golden Girl herself.

The Golden Girl with eyes of silver. Silver and gold. Draco and Hermione.

Draco grinned to himself as he stalked through the halls of the DLME. It was lunch time and Draco was in the mood for something in particular. He had a craving for warm skin and plump lips. He had a hunger for wild, untamed curls and the scent of coconut and mango.

“Malfoy,” Potters neutral tone called from behind.

Draco turned to see the Chosen One jogging toward him. “Potter,” Draco lifted his chin in greeting, repressing his impatience.

“Do you have a minute?” Potter glanced around and leaned in closer. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes deep into the back of his head. He couldn’t answer another bloody question about the attacker or that damn wand.

The assailants wand was an issue because Potter wanted to perform a Prior Incantato on it. But Draco had ensured that it had been destroyed. Before calling the department for backup, Draco had snapped the wand in half, ensuring that the unicorn hair inside was severed completely.

Potter wouldn’t drop it. He seemed to think that Granger was still in danger if they didn’t figure out what kind of mysterious curse she had been hit with.

“What’s up, Potter?” Draco asked, fighting a sigh.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about that mysterious curse...”

Here we go.

“And?”

Potter leaned in and spoke low. “Well, I was thinking...do you know anyone who might specialize in obscure curses?”

“...” Draco lifted his chin and managed to look down his nose at Potter, despite the fact that he didn’t actually hate Potter. “Maybe. Why?”

“Well, I know Hermione refuses to let me fuss over her but,” He shrugged. “I’m concerned about any long-term effects the curse might have on her.”

“Of course.” Draco forced a tone of understanding.

“Well, do you think we could, maybe, call in a favor? I know you have a lot of connections and figured you might know someone who could help us. I was also thinking that maybe we could run diagnostics on her, every once in a while.” He cleared his throat and leaned back. “You know, just in case.”

For fucks sake. This man really did care about Granger as much as Draco did.

“Yes...” Draco lifted a hand to his chin and nodded, slowly. “I think I might know someone.”

There were only two people Draco trusted to keep his secret safe with him and play along with Potter’s idea of monitoring Granger, checking her for obscure curses and their lasting effects. And one of them was currently on a girl’s trip she took yearly with the Greengrasses.

“Theo,” Draco said.

Potter frowned. “Nott?”

“Yes. He’s incredibly gifted and has extensive knowledge with obscure curses. His dad was quite of an enthusiast. Theo was going to apply to work for the Department of Mysteries, but decided against it in the end.”

“Ah. Right, well...do you think you could set something up?”

Draco glanced over at Granger’s office. He could feel her in there, that little flare of light in the back of his mind. The bit of good that was still inside of him, wiggling behind the door.

“Have you talked to Granger about this?”

“No.” Potter’s lips pressed into a straight line. “I was kind of hoping you’d talk to her. You seem to have a way with her.”

Because she’s mine.

“Sure, I’ll bring it up. But first,” Draco grinned. “I have to ensure I pin her down for lunch.” The vision of her splayed out for him, pinned beneath his mouth flashed in his mind. “You know how she can be.”

Potter nodded, emphatically. “Right, better make sure she’s well fed before you bring that up.”

“Oh, I will.” And with that, Draco winked and moved to her door.

He raised his fist but was unable to knock. The door swung open and he was suddenly being hauled into her office by the font of his shirt. He stumbled in as Granger whirled him around and into the room. She pressed her back to the door and murmured a quick muffilato.

“Hello,” Draco sang but when he turned to face her, he found her glaring at him. She was livid.

“What was that?”

She’s figured it out. She realized what he had done. She knows that it was his fantasy, not hers.

“Are you trying to ruin my relationship with Ron?” She shoved him in the chest, which was something she had been doing more and more. Draco couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it.

“Well,” Draco winced.

“Malfoy!” Her little foot stomped but that only thrilled him more. So, when the grin began to reform onto his face, Hermione closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “You can’t do that. You can’t just puff up your chest and push your weight around in front of him.” She scowled. “In front of everyone!”

Draco pouted and took a step towards her. “That’s not any fun.” He lifted a hand and pinched one of her curls in between two of his fingers. Granger swallowed nervously but kept that chastising look in her eyes.

Draco sigh.

“You know I don’t play fair.” He took another step forward, their bodies practically flush. “And you know I’m not going to stop until you’re mine.”

“But I’m not yours.” She said, quite unconvincingly. Her words were breathy, her eyes heady. “I’m Ron’s.”

Draco’s eyes hardened. “Please,” His fingers let go of her hair and moved to her neck, where they splayed against her skin. “Never say that to me, again.”

Her eyes were wide, drinking him in. She still couldn’t look at him with any real disdain. Because she liked this. She enjoyed his kind of attention, his brand of love and adoration.

His fingers were gentle as they moved up her throat, the tip of his middle and index finger on her jaw. “It’s lunch time, love.” His eyes dropped to her mouth.

She licked at her lips, as if anticipating just how thirsty he was.

“I’m not hungry.”

She was lying. But Draco didn’t mind. He loved when she was stubborn. It made everything so much more fun.

“But, I am.” He murmured. He leaned forward, inching his mouth closer to hers. But he didn’t kiss her. Not yet.

“Draco,” She gasped, her eyes were so wide, he could see his reflection.

“I’m starving, Granger.” He said, his breath coasting her lips. “Will you let me indulge, love? Will you let a hungry man starve?”

“I wouldn’t.” She said but he knew that she knew he wasn’t actually talking about food.

His other hand was at her hips, playing with the band of her pants. They were black and snug against her body, exposing every curve and crevice that belonged to him her.

“I want a taste. Will you let me?”

She was trembling, the adrenaline pumping through her, causing her to stammer out the next word as she closed her eyes. Relenting. “Yes.”

Draco growled before he fell to his knees, his hands ripping her pants and knickers down her hips in one fluid motion.

Granger squeaked as he pulled one leg free of her pants, her little black ballet flat falling to the floor.

And then he was hoisting that leg over his shoulder and she was grabbing onto his shoulder and the door knob in an attempt to stabilize herself.

“Draco,” She gasped but his mouth was already on her. He lowered his lips onto her cunt with an open mouthed kiss. Her hips jerked against him at the first jolt of pleasure that shot through her. His lips and his tongue kissed and sucked at her clit until she whimpered and gasped.

He pulled back enough to nuzzle his nose into her and inhaled. “You smell better than I imagined.” He whispered before he ran his tongue through her folds.

The fingers in his hair tightened as he slid two fingers into her, feeling the warm, soft spongey walls of her cunt. She felt like silk and clouds and he could only imagine what it was going to be like to bury his cock inside there.

When his fingers began to move as rhythmically as his tongue, she began to tremble again. The walls of her cunt began to flutter and he knew she was close. She was so close, so fast. She was turned on more than she would ever want to admit.

And he knew it was because it was him doing this to her.

Because, deep down, she wanted him too. Secretly, she loved him.

The trick was going to get her to admit it. To leave that red-headed git and let herself fall into Draco, completely.

She came with a battered cry that seemed to be wrenched from somewhere deep inside of her chest.

She tasted like heaven. She tasted like everything he could ever want.

The waves of pleasure rolled through her, almost endlessly, as her body fell limp against the door, held up only his hand on her hip, and his shoulder, under her leg.

She watched through heavy lids as he pulled her knickers and pants up and stood to press her shoulders into the door. Licking his lips, he grinned down at her. She looked relaxed, dazed. She looked like she was about to be angry with him again.

Good.

“Thank you, that was delightful. Compliments to the chef.”

“Malfoy.” She huffed.

“Now, there is something I do want to discuss with you.”

Her eyelids lifted, a look of confusion crossing across her now pale eyes. “What?” She looked at his crotch and then back up at his face, as if misunderstanding the situation.

“Oh, not that.” Draco held up a hand and shook his head with a chuckle. “Not now. There isn’t time. Potter needs me to convince you to let Theo check you out.” He adjusted his belt, loosening it against the tightness of his now rock hard cock.

“I...what? Theo?” She swallowed, still actively collecting herself after cumming all over his fingers and his tongue. “Why?”

“He needs to figure out what the curse might have done to you.”

“I thought it killed me.” Ah, right.

“Well, you might want to remember that they don’t know that you were Avada’d in that kitchen. They still think it’s mysterious curse that hit you.”

“Why don’t we just tell them the truth?”

“Because,” He frowned at her. “I don’t want to explain how I brought you back to life.”

She frowned back. “How did you bring me back to life?”

They stared at each other. He could feel her the wheels in her mind turning, could feel the way her eyes were searching his face for any tell-tale signs of deceit.

“It must have been when I kissed you. I have a magic kiss and just like the sleeping princess, it woke you up.”

She rolled her eyes. “Gods, you’re impossible.”

“But I eat cunt like a dream, don’t I?”

Her cheeks flamed bright red and it filled Draco with the overwhelming urge to crash her lips into his.

And so he slid a hand to her face and did.

Her sound of surprise was muffled by his mouth as it closed over hers. And when he nudged her lips apart, she gasped before allowing entry. Their tongues brushed gingerly, though hungrily.

When he pulled away, she was panting. Her lips were swollen and wet and red.

He grinned. “So, it’s agreed?”

“Huh?” She lifted a hand to her mouth and felt the aftermath of his kiss.

“Great, because Potter’s waiting out in the hall.”

Her eyes widened, nearly falling out of her head. “What!” She hissed and pushed away from the door, mortified, tripping over the shoe he had knocked off of her foot.

“Don’t worry, love. I told him we had to take care of lunch, first.” He shot her a grin as he pulled his wand from the inside of his jacket. He aimed his wand at the door. Hermione barely had a chance to fall into the chair behind her desk when the door opened. Draco picked up her shoe and tossed it over to her just before Potter walked in.

“So, I take it Malfoy was able to convince you?”

Granger closed her eyes but Draco cleared his throat as he nodded and gestured to a chair in the room.

“I think I managed to bring her around.”

[romione-trope-fest]

Title: Reconnect

Trope: Cockblocker Harry

Rating: T (for language and innuendo)

Summary: Ron returns tonight from a three week mission so Harry knows it’s the perfect night for a Golden Trio pizza party.

Author’s Note: Thanks to adenei for all her beta help and encouragement to get back in the writing game.

***

“Hermione?” Harry called, closing the door to his best friends’ flat behind him, careful to not upset the items stacked in his right arm.

“Harry?” Hermione’s muffled voice yelled back.

“Who else would it be?”

There was a long pause before she yelled back. “I-I wasn’t expecting you. Give me a mo’.”

Harry walked to the dining area off of their kitchen and set his load down on the table.

“What are you doing here?” Hermione asked, as she entered the room a few minutes later. She was pulling her hair out from under the neck of an old jumper of Ron’s that she wore with leggings and looked flustered.

“Rough day?”

“What? No.”

“You just usually don’t rush to change out of your work clothes. It’s barely 5:00.”

“What are you doing here Harry?” Her tone had an unusual edge to it that took him by surprise.

“I caught sight of Ron finishing up his briefing! He’ll be on his way here soon.”

For the first time ever, Ron had gone out on a mission without him. Sure, there had been some short day recons here and there where they had been separated but never something the length of this. For the last 22 days, Harry had been on the Auror floor without his best mate. It left him feeling unsettled.

It didn’t help that this was the absolute peak of Quidditch season and his wife was often sequestered with her team prior to matches. In fact, Ginny had left on Wednesday for her team-provided flat in Holyhead and Harry was missing her terribly.

He had been spending quite a bit of time with Hermione, who usually seemed grateful for the company. But tonight, she almost seemed irritated to have him there.

“I know. He sent word yesterday that he would be home this evening. There was a hold up with their portkey in Argentina because of the—what’s all this?” Hermione gestured to the kitchen table, a puzzled look on her face.

“Pizza from Ron’s favorite place and a 12 pack!” Harry smiled. “With Ginny gone, I thought it would be a great opportunity to have dinner and drinks and hear about Ron’s mission. I think they had some downtime. I mean, three weeks. I want to hear all about Argentina and I have to tell him about the Robbins’ debacle last week.”

Hermione rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I actually had plans for Ron and I tonight.”

Harry shook his head. “Ron’s been gone for three weeks. He’s probably tired. He’ll be happier to stay in. You’re not even dressed to go out.”

Hermione stared at him.

What was her problem today? If she kept this attitude up, there was bound to be a classic Ron and Hermione row tonight.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Harry, I—”

She was cut off by the sound of the Floo roaring to life and Ron stepping through.

The scowl on Hermione’s face transformed into a huge smile as she threw herself at Ron. “Welcome home!”

The two began engaging in a very enthusiastic kiss while Harry stood awkwardly nearby, waiting for them to break apart. He tried to be patient but when Ron’s hands drifted to Hermione’s arse, he loudly cleared his throat.

“Harry!” Ron pulled away from Hermione and gave him a surprised look.

“Welcome back!”

“Uh, thanks. I didn’t expect you to be here.”

For some reason, the forced smile was back on Hermione’s face. “Harry brought pizza and drinks.”

Ron raised his eyebrows at Hermione. “Oh! I thought you had other plans.”

“I was just telling Harry that same thing.”

Ron’s stomach chose that moment to loudly growl.

Ron gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry, the pizza smells really good.”

Hermione sent an exasperated look in his direction but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

“Then let’s eat. But I’m afraid we can’t drink too much. Ron and I have to help my parents with something in the morning so we can’t be hungover. In fact, we probably should get to bed early.” Hermione walked into the kitchen.

“It’s not even 5:30 yet! You can always take a hangover potion,” Harry suggested.

“We’re out,” Hermione called back and he heard the loud clanking of plates.

“You’ve barely had time to sit and she’s already got chores for you at the in-laws,” Harry muttered quietly to Ron.

“I've been gone for three weeks so some stuff has built up. And I think she missed me.”

“Ah. I have to admit, I missed having you around. It’s weird, you know? Doing the Auror thing without you. Just felt odd.”

Ron gave a guilty glance toward the kitchen before turning back to him “Yeah, you’re right. I missed you too.”

******

“I’m telling you Hermione, we have to go. This spot we found was amazing. There’s no one else around for miles,” Ron said, taking another bite of cake.

“What do you think, Hermione? Are you up for a nature vacation? No museums or libraries?” Harry teased.

The sun had set and now a full moon was shining through the large window in Ron and Hermione’s dining area. It had been a great night to just hang out and talk to his best friends, even if Hermione still seemed on edge.

Hermione played with the empty beer bottle in front of her. “The part where no one else is around certainly sounds appealing.”

Ron grinned and squeezed one of her hands. “By the way, love, this cake is amazing. Some of your best work ever.”

Hermione smiled. “Thank you. It’s the third one I’ve made since you’ve been away and I think I finally figured out the secret.”

Harry froze with the fork partway to his mouth. “You made this?”

“Yes, I made it!” Hermione snapped. “Did you think I was incapable of making my husband’s favorite cake or that I just wouldn’t bother?”

The response both was on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed it with his bite of cake. They always joked about Hermione’s less than stellar kitchen skills and here she was, acting completely offended.

What was her deal tonight?

Harry searched his brain for a change of topic. “Wait, you’re going to your parents tomorrow? What about Ginny’s match?”

“We’re not—I mean, yes. That’s why we need to leave early. So we can get everything done before Quidditch.”

“We’ll meet you at the family entrance at 2,” added Ron.

“Sounds like a plan. If the match doesn’t go too long, we can grab dinner at Olliet’s Pub. I know Ginny would like to see Ron.”

“Maybe we could all come by Ginny’s place after that and have some after dinner drinks and play cards,” Hermione suggested, some of the ice finally melting from her tone.

Harry hated to ruin the moment but...

“Er… look, Ginny and I haven’t seen each other for three days. I really planned to spend some time, you know…”

He glanced at Ron. It wasn’t like he didn’t already know that Harry was shagging his sister—they were married, for Merlin’s sake. Still, he always felt it was best to phrase it delicately in front of his wife’s brother.

“Alone.”

Hermione’s head snapped in his direction. “What?”

“Uh, you know. Reconnecting.”

“Oh! Reconnecting? I completely understand,” Hermione said with a smile that looked a little forced.

“Yeah. So I was thinking—”

“I mean, you haven’t seen each other for half of the week. Half the week. Of course you want to spend some time, just the two of you.”

“Right.” The word fell out of Harry’s mouth slowly.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

Hermione’s smile dropped. “Get the hell out of here!”

Harry couldn’t tell if the noise Ron made was because he was laughing or choking.

“I understand that you want to ‘reconnect’ with your wife because I have been dying to ‘reconnect’ with Ron every day for the last three weeks now,” she fumed, using her fingers to make little quotation marks in the air.

“And when you showed up, uninvited, I was waiting in the bedroom for him to come home so that we could ‘reconnect’ until our little hearts were content and then order takeaway.”

“I-uh…”

“And when our takeaway was gone, we were going to ‘reconnect’ again. And then we would have dessert. Or maybe we would eat this cake off of each other’s bodies while we ‘reconnected’. I didn’t have it all planned out other than spending a considerable amount of time ‘reconnecting’.”

“So-sorry, I wasn’t—”

“Thank you for the pizza and thank you for the drinks. I am ready for the reconnecting part of the evening and this is the last time I’ll ask you nicely to excuse yourself.”

Hermione stood and grabbed the final two beers out of the carton on the table and gave Ron a lingering kiss on the lips. “Don’t be long.”

Harry watched her storm down the hall to the bedroom, his eyes wide and jaw still hanging open.

“Why didn’t she just—”

Ron pushed back his chair and stood, an amused and proud grin on his face. “She was laying on the hints pretty thick.”

Harry replayed the last two hours in his mind in a matter of moments and felt his cheeks heat up as he cringed at his oblivious behavior.

Harry covered his face with his hands. “I’m an idiot. Why didn’t you say something?”

“You made me feel bad with all that stuff about missing me!”

“Fuck!”

Ron gave Harry a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks for dinner. Lock up on your way out, mate. I’m going to go ‘reconnect’ Hermione’s brains out.”