#snape x minty

[aureum-lepus]

Severus Snape x fem! OC Araminta Tobbat

by aureum-lepus

Warnings: none

Word count: 2065

Note: Hello and welcome! This is the start of my Severus Snape x OC fanfic and I am so excited to share this! Please forgive me any mistakes regarding writing or spelling or anything. English is not my first language and have no beta reader (if anyone is interested to help or to talk about anything regarding writing, don't hesitate on messaging me!)

But long story short, please have fun reading and please give me your honest feedback 💖

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Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

I hope you are in the best of health. I am pleased to inform you that I am. Breeding rabbits this year is a bit...troublesome. My little darlings are afraid of all the dogs and snakes that have been hanging around the neighborhood lately.

I heard that the famous Harry Potter will be spending his third year at Hogwarts this year. That sounds very exciting. How is the boy doing? I can still remember my time at Hogwarts very well. How I wish I could roam through those magnificent halls again.

But let's get to the point of why I'm sending you an owl. My work at one of the local Muggle hospitals around here is going well, but it is not the true fulfillment. I'm sure you've already filled all the professors' positions with some exquisite people. The circumstances mentioned above do not allow me to spend my life here any longer and I would be very happy if I could come back to Hogwarts. Could you possibly have a vacancy for me in the Hospital Wing or do any of the professors need an assistant?

I am very pleased to hear from you, Professor Dumbledore. 

With the very best and kindest regards,

Minty Delaney

The hand of the man holding the letter was bony and old. Older than it should be. Nevertheless, he read the letter with his lips curled and almost pulled into a smile. The paper on which the message was written looked worn and was slightly yellowish in color. It gave the impression that the owl that brought him these lines had flown an almost infinitely long distance. 

Professor Albus Dumbledore rolled the old piece of paper back up into a scroll and tied it back with the ribbon with which the letter had previously been sealed. The old wizard adjusted his crescent-shaped spectacles and cleared his throat briefly. He then sat down on his wooden chair and rested his hands on the solid desk in front of him. "Please." he said in a very friendly and welcoming tone as he pointed to a chair in front of him. A witch of the still young age of twenty nine years slid into his view, her hands restrained in her lap. She took a seat on the creaky chair. Her posture was very tense and her eyes looked anxious. 

"Lovley letter. I was very pleased to receive it." Dumbledore said as he tapped on the paper. "Even if I was a little surprised."

"Forgive me for this sudden outburst. The circumstances..." the woman began in a calm voice, but the headmaster interrupted her by placing his hand on his lips.

"You wanted a post in the hospital wing. You would fit in perfectly there, but I'm afraid Madame Pomfrey is already doing an excellent job there."

"I understand. But Professor, you didn't have to let me come here to tell me that. Why don't you write me this cancellation in a letter?" 

"I didn't say I didn't have a position for you. Hogwarts has always kept its doors open to those who have sought help and asked for it." the old man smiled. "In your letter, you mentioned that you would also work as an assistant to the professors?"

The woman with gray hair, which she wore in a loose braid, nodded. Her eyes had a pink, almost red glow and as it slowly dawned on her what Dumbledore wanted to tell her, they lit up with joy. The old wizard stood up and walked over to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "You will be working as a nurse in the hospital wing with Madame Pomfrey. I have a feeling that we will need someone like you at times like this. However, you will also help the professors with smaller tasks if they need it."

The young witch placed her hand gratefully on the headmaster's. A faint smile crossed her lips and a feeling of security and warmth rose up inside her, something she hadn't felt for a long time. "Thank you, Professor," she almost whispered.

"Use your time with the professors wisely, Minty. Someday I'll hire you as a professor for transfiguration." 

Minty Delaney giggled. "You don't really think I'm competition for Professor McGonagall, do you?"

Dumbledore patted her shoulder and took a step back. "Not at all, you are both important and valuable to Hogwarts in your own way." The old man placed his hands on his lower back and his gaze swiveled around the room. He suddenly seemed a little distant and absent. "You must be tired, Minty. I've already had your luggage taken away. You'll find your bedchamber near the Ravenclaw common room. I thought a little proximity to your old house couldn't hurt. I'll introduce you to the professors tomorrow. Luckily, we still have some time before the new school year starts." 

Minty stood up hastily. She didn't want to waste any more of Dumbledore's time, as he obviously had other plans for tonight. She tilted her head forwards slightly. "Thank you very much, Professor." 

She hurriedly made her way to the spiral staircase that led out of the Headmaster's office. A large eagle guarded the entrance and as soon as she got closer to the statue, it opened the exit. Her foot was just taking the first steps into the long corridor in front of her when she banged her nose against something black. She pulled her hands up quickly when she felt the impact. She felt a rough material under her hands. It seemed to be a mage's robe. 'The object' was not an object, but a man's chest rising and falling as he breathed in a little annoyed.

Unsure, Minty moved her head upwards so that her chin was now digging into the ribbed, thin chest. Her eyes became a little watery. 'What an awkward and embarrassing situation...' she thought.

Her eyes met a very tense, pale face. Dark, tired eyes looked down at her. The man was several heads taller than the small woman. Minty could barely get a whimper out of her throat. The man with black, somewhat stringy hair raised his equally black eyebrow. His already cold face didn't move an inch.

Minty was paralyzed with fear and panic. 'Move...' She felt her jaw tighten and her body tremble. Every muscle was tense. It felt almost impossible to break away from the man, who was probably one of the professors. Minty's eyes ran over the features of his face. Over the dark eyes, to the slightly gaunt cheeks, back to his thinly curled lips and finally to the large, crooked nose in the centre of his face. 

She wanted to say something, whisper some kind of apology for her clumsy behavior, but no matter how hard she tried to calm herself, the spasmodic panic spread through her stomach. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and the man grabbed her by the wrist. 

"And you are..?" the man cut her off before one single word cut escape her throat. His voice was cold and there was a hint of bitterness in it.

"I'm sorry..." Minty stuttered. She feared that the man was about to break her arm. 

The wizard quickly pushed Minty against the wall next to them and moved a little further away. He still had a firm grip on her wrist, while he had drawn his wand with the other and was now holding it to her chin. "Your name."

A whimper was all the witch uttered when she touched the cold wall. She squinted her eyes now. What a terrible confrontation. Minty's knees went weak and she took a deep breath. She felt dizzy. "A-a-ara..." she began softly and weakly as a familiar voice beside her interrupted her. 

"Severus." Dumbledore's voice cut through her whimpering.

The dark eyes of the man, who was probably called Severus, left Minty and focussed on the headmaster. When he saw Dumbledore put on a friendly smile, Severus knew that there was no danger from this woman and let her go. 

"There was no time to mention that I was expecting a guest. Why don't you go to my office, Severus?"

The professor nodded, but gave Minty one last, suspicious look before he went upstairs to the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was now standing in front of Minty again, placing a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Minty..." His voice seemed a little stern.

The young witch swallowed a heavy lump. She was painfully aware of the mistake she had almost made. She had almost told the professor her real name. "I...I'm sorry." Minty stroked her still watery eyes with her index finger. 

"No one should know. Do you understand that? You've kept it a secret for years, don't get careless now."

A nod. "I know, Professor."

Albus Dumbledore straightened up. "Now really go to sleep. Dark times are ahead of us. Use every minute you have to yourself." With these words, he left her alone and returned to his office.

Minty wasted no more time either and set off in the direction of the Ravenclaw tower. The way there was uneventful. Strangely enough, she knew exactly where to go without Dumbledore telling her which room was hers. 

She was just sure that the path was right and just before she arrived at the tower, she saw a room. A room with a marking. Minty was overcome with such incredible happiness. She felt safe and secure, despite the strange confrontation with Severus. She had felt at home after many years. She quickly opened the door and stepped into the room.  Her eyes lit up with joy, knowing full well that Dumbledore had this room set up for her. 

It wasn't a large room, but it was very cosy. Right on the other side was a wide window, through which the moonlight was currently shining. There was a large bed in the corner of the room below it. The bed linen was in pastel colours and, like everything else in the room, radiated a certain warmth and familiarity. The wall beside the bed was decorated with a number of dried flowers which where sorted around a mirror. To Minty's left were a pair of bookshelves filled with books on transformations, magical animals and potions. In the centre was a large white and very fluffy carpet. Minty's luggage was also there. A few candles were skilfully placed around the room to provide light. 

Minty pulled the scrunchie out of her hair and a broad grin lit up her face. She quickly closed the door behind her and stepped fully into her room. She turned around a few times, taking in every little detail that was hidden here. She finally plopped down on the bed and looked at the door again. The symbol she saw outside was also on the inside of the door. It was a rabbit, its ears hanging limply downwards. That was Minty's symbol. The rabbit with floppy ears. The animal she could transform herself into. 

She sighed with relief, stretched out her arms and let herself fall backwards. She bumped her wrist against the mattress a little too hard. A sharp pain shot through her and she hissed from the pain. A soft mattress shouldn't actually hurt. Minty looked at her wrist and saw a small bruise.

She immediately thought of the professor she had met earlier. She began to gently massage her wrist. There was something about this man's appearance that aroused her curiosity and interest. Still, he frightened her. Those dark eyes and that black hair...And then that nose...

He had been very slim, yet he was strong. 

Minty closed her eyes.

She visualised him a little more in her mind's eye. She now also remembered the man's scent. Old books, like a library. Candles that had just been blown out. There was more, but she couldn't remember it. As if the room had been tailored to her exact needs, all the candles went out at once. 

Minty Delaney's consciousness slowly slipped into a deep sleep. Her thoughts of the strange professor accompanied her into her dream world. There were some exciting days, weeks or even years ahead for her at Hogwarts.

[omgrachwrites]

Playing The Hero - Chapter Three

Pairing: Harry Potter x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: Soulmates have a way of seeing and feeling each other’s emotions by a gem that is set in the palm of their hand which glows with magic. The colour of the gem on the palm of your hand, erratically changes between different colours. Unbeknownst to you, every time the gem on your soulmates palm glows blue he feels very over protective and worried. That’s just what happens when your soulmate always plays the hero. Soulmate Au

Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst, mentions of character death, swearing, Harry being adorable, sassy Harry

Words: 2267

A/N: I couldn’t really remember what happens at this part of the half blood prince so I hope this is okay! Hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think, let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

masterlist 

Yellow - Happy, Secure, Excited

Red - Scared, Nervous, Unsure, Angry

Grey - Stressed, Worried

Blue - Sad, Hurt, Frustrated

Orange - Overprotective

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Chapter Three

You yawned as you walked down the never-ending labyrinths of hallways on the way to Defence Against the Dark Arts. It had never been one of your favourite classes but with Snape teaching it, it had been even worse than previously. To make matters ten times worse, you really hadn’t slept all that much. You were a pretty light sleeper anyway but last night the tingle of your gem would wake you out of a dead sleep. By the look of your gem, it seemed that your soulmate was happy and excited. However, you couldn’t find it in you to care, in fact you felt rather pissed off.

With a small smile, you edged past Nearly Headless Nick so you wouldn’t walk through him. Walking through a ghost was not a pleasant experience, it felt like you’d walked through an ice cold shower. Now that you looked at Nick, you could see the sad look on his face. What did a ghost have to be sad about?

“Are you okay, Nick?” you asked and he lifted his head to look at you, fixing his huge plumed hat that had fallen askew.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N, it seems that I’m just not destined to join the Headless Hunt, for I’ve been rejected again.”

You bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing, “well, I’m sorry to hear that, I’d try putting in a good word for you but I don’t think it’ll work.”

Nick let out a great sigh as he glided away with a mournful look on his face.

A fresh minty scent washed over you and you glanced over your shoulder when you heard a snicker, Harry who was accompanied by Ron grinned at you as he ran a hand through his messy hair. You sure were seeing him a lot this year, “good call on that one, I tried putting in a good word for Nick a few years ago but it didn’t turn out so well,” he chuckled.

Ron huffed out a laugh as he rolled his eyes, “yeah, when you dragged me and Hermione along to a Death Day party, instead of going to the Halloween Feast.”

In a weird way, you were jealous that living people got to go to a ghost party. However, you knew how much Ron loved his food so the notion of him going to a ghost party with inedible food instead of a glorious feast made you laugh.

“Seriously?” you raised an eyebrow at Harry, smirking when he gave you a sheepish smile, before you looked back at Ron, “that must have been interesting,” there was simply no other word for it.

Ron snorted, “well, yeah, that’s one word for it,” Ron trailed off as the door flew open, putting an end to all conversations.

The silence in the previously warm and welcoming hallway was deafening and you followed your classmates into the dark room. You missed Lupin as the Professor, the shutters had always been open, letting the sweet sounds of nature flood into the room. There had always been a magical creature in the tank on Lupin’s desk and he was always very approachable.

Snape, however, was the polar opposite, he always kept the classroom dark with the shutters forced shut. In place of a magical creature, there were pictures of vampires and people getting tortured, it was awful. To top it all off, you would rather go up against Voldemort empty handed than ask Snape for help.

Harry was sitting diagonally from you and he glanced at you over his shoulder, he must have seen the uneasy look on your face because he gave you a warm smile when your eyes met his. You smiled back, feeling your cheeks go hot as you looked down at the surface of your desk. You glimpsed down just in time to catch the gem on your palm glow orange

Today seemed like it was going to be an interesting lesson, it wasn’t going to be a lesson where Snape talked lovingly about the Dark Arts, thankfully. You were going to be practicing non-verbal spells and you were pretty excited about it. Snape divided the class into pairs and you alternated between being Hermione and Neville’s partner.

It was so difficult, really the hardest thing you’d ever done. Of course, Hermione had successfully put the Jelly Leg jinx on Neville without having to utter a single word. Snape didn’t even give her any points for it.

You sighed in frustration as you leaned back in your seat, “I give up! It’s too hard,” you pouted and folded your arms like a petulant child.

Hermione gave you a warm smile, “you’ll get there, Y/N. I promise that all your hard work is going to pay off. You’re not fooling around like those two are,” she gestured over at Ron and Harry, shaking her head in disdain.

As you glanced over at the two best friends, you laughed when you discovered that they were cheating. Ron was talking out of the corner of his mouth and Snape tutted as he walked past them, “let me show you how it’s done, Weasley.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, this was obviously a ploy of Snape’s so he could gang up on Harry, as usual. As Snape stood across from Harry, Harry pulled out his wand on reflex, a look of determination gracing his features, “protego!” he shouted.

Harry’s shield spell was so strong that it forced Snape to go flying into one of the desks. You stifled your amused laugh, Snape clearly deserved that.

Snape’s face was blotchy with anger as he got to his feet, “do you remember me telling you to use a non-verbal spell, Potter?” he snarled.

“Yes,” Harry spat, anger marring his face and you felt white hot anger shoot through your palm.

“Yes, Sir,” Snape corrected and there was a split second of silence.

“There’s no need to call me Sir, Professor.”

There was shocked silence in the room and the atmosphere felt very tense, you distinctively heard Dean Thomas stifle a laugh. You could feel a laugh rise up your chest and burst out of your mouth before you could stop it. Once you started, you couldn’t stop and you laughed until tears slipped out the corners of your eyes.

Through your tears of mirth, you could see Snape’s nostrils flare, “how dare you speak to me in that manner Potter! You can join me for detention tonight,” Snape’s black eyes flashed menacingly as he looked over at you, “Miss Y/L/N can join you, and this time Dumbledore won’t be able to get you out of it,” he bared his teeth as he smiled evilly, “neither will that fool, Slughorn,” he muttered beneath his breath.

Harry gaped at him as he gave you an apologetic look, “there’s no need for Y/N to have detention! She didn’t even do anything,” Harry glared at him but you really weren’t bothered.

“Harry, it’s okay. Really,” you smiled at him, you thought it was sweet that he was trying to stop you from getting detention.

Snape’s lip curled as he looked between you and Harry, “how sickenly sweet, I may vomit.”

You glared at Snape, dying to pull a tongue at him but you didn’t want to get points deducted from your house, having a detention wasn’t too bad though. As the class resumed, it was in a tense silence and you couldn’t help but laugh as Hermione shook her head and sighed at Harry, “he’s unbelievable.”

However, Neville looked over at Harry in awe, “that was incredible! I wish that I could stand up to Snape like that, I wish I was brave,” he sighed.

You hated that Neville seemed to have no confidence in himself, “that’s nonsense, Neville. You were in the DA last year and weren’t you at The Department of Mysteries?” Neville nodded, biting his lip and you shrugged, “sounds plenty brave to me.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he gave you a weak smile but he looked more cheerful.

Finally, the lesson came to an end and as you were walking out of the room, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. When you glanced over your shoulder, you found yourself face to face with a pair of sparkling green eyes. Had they always been that green?

“I’m sorry that I got you into trouble, Y/N,” he smiled at you sheepishly as he stuck his hands in his pockets.

You laughed as you shook your head, “really it’s completely fine,” you grinned, a smirk appearing on your face, “if you really want to make it up to me then you can just let Ravenclaw win the first Quidditch match.”

Harry’s face was a picture as a look of horror flashed across his face, he looked at you as if you had just suggested killing someone, “best I can do is let you guys have a couple of goals.”

You rolled your eyes as you punched his arm, “thanks a lot,” you laughed as you walked down the hallway, shouting over your shoulder, “see you tonight!”

“Not if I see you first!” he called back and you heard the joyful laughter in his voice.

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Harry was going to murder Snape one day, no, he thought, he wasn’t going to murder Snape, he was going to be mature about it. He decided that slow torture was the way to go, what a git. He winced as he flexed his palm, blisters forming around his gem from his endless scrubbing. Snape was a monster and he had Y/N and Harry scrubbing out bedpans by hand in the hospital wing. Harry thought they were going to get away with using magic but no, Madam Pomfrey had made them give their wands to her.

Harry was used to cleaning from living with the Dursley’s but he doubted that Y/N’s parents made her do all the cleaning. As he looked over at her he felt a tinge of guilt as he saw her scrubbing away with a calm look on her face. She always seemed to be happy and Harry envied that about her.

“I’m sorry for getting you involved with this, Y/N,” Harry bit his lip as she glanced over at him, polite surprise sparkling in her eyes.

“It’s fine, really it was worth it because your reply to Snape was hilarious and I’m honoured that I got to see it in person. That’s what you’ll be remembered for, Harry,” she let out a pretty giggle as she shook her hair out of her eyes. Harry grinned, he was pleased that she thought it was funny, he’d just been so annoyed and the snarky comment that inhabited his head had to come spilling out of his mouth.

There was comfortable silence for a couple of minutes and Harry distractedly looked down at the gem in the palm of his hand, running his thumb over it. The gem was a blood red colour and Harry could almost feel the nerves radiating from it. He glanced over at Y/N to see that she had stopped cleaning, she was biting her bottom lip and she was staring at the bedpan. Was she okay?

“Y/N?” he began softly and she looked up at him in slight alarm, “are you alright?”

She sighed as she fiddled with her fingers, “I know it’s not my place to say because I didn’t exactly know him but I’m sorry about your godfather, Harry.”

He smiled, she was so sweet, the fact that Sirius was never coming back hurt like hell and Harry was pretty sure that it always would, “that’s sweet, Y/N, thank you,” he hesitated, “so I’m guessing that you didn’t think he was some mass murderer?”

She shrugged with a shy smile, “I knew he wasn’t a mass murderer as soon as I saw how much he meant to you.”

Harry felt a flush travel across his cheeks at hearing her kind words, “well, I really appreciate it, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled before looking over at him mischievously, “still gonna kick your arse in the first Quidditch match though,” she laughed.

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile, he knew that she was the Captain of the Ravenclaw team, “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he chuckled, “so what’s the line-up looking like then?”

She scoffed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “nice try but I’m afraid that’s classified.”

After Madam Pomfrey finally let them leave, Harry walked Y/N back to her common room, he couldn’t believe he actually had a good time at detention. Their fingers brushed together and at the same time they looked up and gave each other a sweet smile.

“I actually had a good time tonight, Y/N,” Harry chuckled, suddenly feeling shy as he stuffed his hands in his pockets as they stood outside the common room.

Y/N bit her lip to hide her smile as she looked up at him and nodded in agreement, “I did too, Harry, maybe we should get detention together again sometime.”

“I’d love to,” Harry smiled, “goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Harry. Thank you for walking me back,” she stood up on her tiptoes to give Harry a tight hug and he was glad that she wouldn’t be able to see his flaming cheeks. Her hair smelled like vanilla.

As they pulled away, Harry managed to catch a glimpse at the gem in the palm of her hand which was beaming bright yellow. If Harry had only looked down at his gem, he would see that his gem was the exact same colour.

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[mctherofdragons]

Little Black Book | D. M.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Genre: FLUFF! 

Request: “could you write a draco x slytherin!reader where they both have a crush on eachother, but they think the other person is into someone else? like draco with pansy or reader with some other character” from the lovely @minty-malfoy <3 

Trigger Warnings: Cussing

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Draco Malfoy furrowed his brow at the cauldron in front of him. He added the last ingredient and watched jubilantly as the ivory smoke spiraled upward. You watched as he leaned forward, taking a small whiff of the potion. He gasped quickly, his cheeks beginning turning a ruddish red. You looked over at him and raised a quizzical eyebrow.

He hastily placed the lid onto the Amortentia potion with a loud clang. You sighed, feeling a little twinge in your heart. It no doubt smelled like Pansy Parkinson. “Perfect, pretty, put-together Pansy Parkinson,” you thought to yourself. You knew that the reason Draco was flushed was because the familiar scent of broomsticks, cinnamon gum, and cherry lipgloss had invaded his senses. You secretly desired that he had smelled you instead - lavender shampoo, mint, and a touch of morning coffee.

“Does it smell like Potter?,” you jested. Draco glared at you before cracking a smile.

“Careful, y/l/n.”

You gave him a toothy grin, going back to flipping through your textbook. “What does yours smell like?,” he asked curiously, secretly hoping it smelled like apples, hair product, and vanilla. You leaned over the cauldron, gently taking off the cover. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes. It felt as though you were bathing in the scent of the boy next to you and you drew back.

“Well?,” Draco asked curiously. You swallowed hard, trying to figure out the best lie to tell in the moment.

“Oh, um, I...it smells like honey...and...grass,” you blurted, turning back around to stare at your book.

Draco felt his heart sink, peaking up at you behind his lashes. You were busy distracting yourself with packing up your bag as he watched you longingly.

“Of course she didn’t smell you, you bloody idiot,” he thought to himself defeatedly, thankful for your professor calling an end to the class.

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That evening, you sat curled up on a green velvet chair in the Sytherin common room. It was always a lucky occasion when the common room was empty. It allowed for time to relax with nothing but the sound of the crackling fire to keep you company. You sipped a cup of peppermint tea and absentmindedly flipped through a copy of Witch Weekly. A yawn washed over you, which allowed you to stretch a bit and settle down more comfortably in your chair. You looked up from the article you were reading about a Beauxbatons’ pastry recipe when you heard the door creak open, disturbing the silence.

Draco and Pansy came stumbling into the common room, chuckling about something Draco must have said in the hallway. Pansy giggled, playfully placing a hand on Draco’s chest. You felt as if you were watching the interaction in slow motion, silently longing to be in Pansy’s place. Her blithesome smile made your eyes fill with jealous tears, although you were too prideful to allow them to spill over.

You quickly gathered up your things, polishing off the rest of your tea. You shuffled past the two, ignoring the way Draco’s head turned on a swivel when you brushed his shoulder. Heading out into the hallway, you rushed as quickly as you could back to your dormitory. “Why am I crying over Draco Malfoy?,” you cursed to yourself, feeling relief once the door slammed behind you. You sniffled a bit before wiping your eyes in annoyance. “He’s just a boy. A stupid boy at that.”

Knowing it would make you feel better, you climbed up onto your bed and pulled out your diary. Your method of getting out your frustration was often through writing letters - of course, letters you’d never dream of sending. You had written angry letters to your professors and even inspirational letters to yourself, all of which you burned immediately in the common room fireplace. You flipped to an empty page and grabbed the quill next to you. The words flowed easily now as you let a few tears drip onto the paper. Your sentences had no real beginning or end, nor did your care about making a whole lot of sense.

‘Dear Draco,

I wish I could tell you what you mean to me....that you’re charming, and handsome, and perfect in every way. I want to tell you that I am captivated by your smile, your eyes, and every last inch of you. My potion smelled like you...Did yours smell like Pansy? I’m sure it did. If I had the chance, I’d kiss you right in front of everyone. I know it’s stupid but I really do fancy you, Malfoy. I just wish you’d fancy me back.’

It was written in the same way your thoughts of Draco often graced across your mind - jumbled and disjointed. You closed the tiny black book and placed it into your backpack, reaching over the shut off your bedside light. You snuggled deeper under your soft, wool blankets, secretly thinking of the Slytherin prince as you drifted off to sleep.

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Draco Malfoy sat at his dormitory desk, sipping slowly on a cup of tea. The sweet drink warmed his insides. He was grateful for this as he was often coldest at night. He pulled the blanket over his shoulders and continued to write, sighing as he felt all of his pent up emotions ease. He wouldn’t admit it aloud to any of his friends, but he kept a diary. It had always served as a way for him to process the difficult parts of his day, protecting him from having to share too much with other people.

Tonight, he wrote unabashedly about how he felt for you. He wrote about your hair, your eyes, and the way his Amortentia carried your scent. He gushed about dreaming of kissing you for hours and hours, leaving very little to the imagination. After seeing you rush out of the common room, he felt an unwavering sense of dread, thinking perhaps you couldn’t even stand to be around him. Thus, he put down in black and white all of the sickeningly sweet ways he thought of you. It occurred to him that maybe if he spilled his heart out on to the parchment, he could stop being so damned enamored with you.

His eyelids started to become heavy, so he slid the small, raven-colored book into his knapsack. Turning off his lamp, he slid beneath his covers, allowing himself to drift into slumber.

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Final exams were fast approaching and the entirety of Hogwarts was in a tizzy. Between Defense Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies, there was far too much information to digest and far too little time to do it. You and several others from your house shared a long table in the library, your papers and manuals spread out in front of you. Reading furiously, you had lost track of the time, along with Draco, Pansy, and Blaise.

“Oh bloody hell, we’re going to be late for DADA,” Pansy cussed. She stood up to quickly shove her books into her bag. The remaining three of you jumped up, jostling your belongings into your bags as quickly as possible - which is why neither you nor Draco noticed when two tiny black books got swapped.

You all jogged off down the hallway, your robes flowing behind you as you desperately hoped to not be late to class. Unfortunately, you didn’t make it in time, rushing in through the door just as Snape had begun to speak.

“Nice of you to join us, albeit late. 10 points from Slytherin, each.”

You sulked as you slid into your seat, pulling your parchment and quill out to begin taking notes.

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Later that afternoon, you found yourself sitting on your bed. You had finally finished reviewing for your classes and figured a much needed break was in order. You got up and padded over to your tea kettle, flicking the water on. Just then, you heard a tiny knock at your door.

Unsure who would be coming to visit you, you walked over and stood on the other side. “Who is it?,” you beckoned, not wanting to open the door for just anyone.

“Malfoy,” the voice on the other end replied. Your stomach did an immediate flip. You opened the door, coming face-to-face with a red faced and anxious looking blonde on the other side. He held up something in his hand and you felt like the floor had just given out under your feet.

“Is this yours?,” He asked sheepishly, extending a hand to give it back. You snatched it quickly. The sound of your heart pounding echoed in your ears. A feeling of dread washed over you and you couldn’t stop your hands from beginning to shake.

“Did you r-read it?,” you choked out. You sent a prayer up to Merlin that the answer would be no.

“Yes.”

You let out a tiny gasp and your lips began to tremble.

“Hey, hey,” Draco whispered, allowing himself to walk in the door. He closed it behind him, reaching out to take your hands. “Don’t be upset. Believe me, it’s alright, y\n,”

You pulled away, turning around in embarrassment. “I’m n-not upset! I’m fucking humiliated,” you sniveled. Draco knew about how much you liked - no, at this point he probably assumed loved - him. He had read the inner workings of your heart. Every thing you had penned about the boy was now knowledge he possessed. You wished you could just dissolve into the floor and disappear forever.

Draco sighed, walking over to your backpack. He reached in and pulled out a different journal. You had no idea that his book had been in your bag the entire time, given that you thought it was yours. He sauntered back over to you, pulling you by the hand to sit down on the bed.

You looked at him confused as he opened the journal. He handed it over to you, allowing you to peruse it. You began to read, your jaw falling slack. “Y-you...is this about Pansy?,” you asked sadly, unable to accept that Draco’s feelings might be mutual. Draco’s cyanic eyes twinkled. He took the diary from your hands, placing it out of the way.

He moved a piece of hair from your eyes, tracing his finger along your jaw. Then, he took a finger and traced it down the bridge of your nose and over your lips. He began to speak, repeating a line from one of his diary entries, “Everything about you is flawless.”

He leaned in slowly, planting a kiss to your lips. In that moment, it wouldn’t have shocked you if fireworks began to burst across the ceiling of your room. You scooted closer, gently placing a hand on the back of Draco’s neck. Your fingers played in the tufts of his platinum blonde hair. You pulled him back in for another kiss. Suddenly, you were very, very grateful for finals week - and those 40 missing points from Slytherin mattered not.

[thebadgerclan]

Perfectly Fine

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader (Marauders Era)

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Severus takes care of you after a prank gone wrong, and feelings are revealed...

A/N: Sorry for being MIA all day, I started reading Manacled by senlinyu last night (I’m gonna pick up with chapter 41 tomorrow, no spoilers please!) and I am OBSESSED

“Come on!” James said, holding out his hand impatiently.  “They’ll be here soon!”  “Alright, alright,” Sirius said, pulling the vial from his bag.  “There.  You’re sure it’s brewed right?”  “Positive,” Remus said.  “Within two minutes she’ll be fawning and obsessing over Lockhart.”  The four Gryffindors broke out into laughter, and James hurried over to your usual seat and dumped the Amortentia into your goblet.  Just in time, too, because you and Severus had just entered laughing about something.

James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter sat down and did their best to look casual while staring over their shoulders at you.  You took your seat and Severus sat next to you, pouring you a goblet of pumpkin juice.  Severus noticed the Marauders glancing over at you almost twice a minute, but he brushed it off, turning his attention back to you and the story you were telling.  “And then he stole my quill and flew out of the window!”  You broke out in laughter, and Severus couldn’t help but smile.

You brought your goblet to your lips and drank, features twisting up.  “What’s wrong, Y/N?”  “Nothing, the juice just tastes kinda bitter today.”  As soon as the words were out of your mouth, you went ghostly pale.  “Y/N?”  “I don’t feel so good, Sev, I-”  You broke off as you fainted.  “Oh shit,” Sirius said, smacking James’ arm to get his attention.  “James, James, shit.”  You would have hit the floor if Severus hadn’t leapt to his feet and caught you, lifting you into his arms.  

Severus glared at the Marauders, anger rolling off of him in waves.  He swept out of the Great Hall and towards your common room.  He entered and took you up to your dorm, lying you in your bed and pulling the covers over you.  You were still pale, and Severus cast a quick diagnostic charm over you, and upon seeing that you were relatively alright, he left your dorm and went back to the Hall.

“You have one minute to explain what the hell you did to Y/N,” Severus said, flushed with rage.  Sirius paled, his mouth firmly shut, Peter was nowhere to be found, and Remus was hiding his face.  “We thought it might be funny to put Amortentia in Y/N’s cup,” James explained, trembling slightly.  “Which of you imbeciles brewed it?”  Sirius raised a shaking hand, and Severus rolled his eyes.  “Why am I not surprised?  I assume you didn’t stir the potion three times counterclockwise after adding the moonstone?”  He shook his head.  “Of course you didn’t.  Well, thanks to your idiocy, Y/N will be ill for at least four days.”

“Is it really that big of a deal?” Remus asked, and Severus nearly lost his temper.  “Not that big of a deal?  This equates to date rape in the muggle world!  If you think for one second that Dumbledore won’t be hearing about this, then you’re stupider than I ever imagined.”  He turned on his heel and rushed back to your dorm.  When he re-entered, you were stirring fitfully, a sheen of sweat covering your face.  Severus knew what would happen when you woke, and he conjured a bucket, sitting down on the edge of your bed.

Minutes later, you sat up, gasping for breath.  “What...Sev, what-oh…” you trailed off, and Severus placed the bucket in your lap.  He rapidly moved to sit behind you, pulling your hair over your shoulders as you were sick.  He felt his heart fracture to see you suffering and at the same time, his heart started racing with how close he was to you.  “Shh,” he soothed, the hand that wasn’t holding your hair now rubbing your back.  “It’s alright, just let it out.  It’ll be over soon.”  

A few moments later, you sat up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.  Severus banished the bucket and moved to sit in front of you again.  “Here,” he said, conjuring a full glass of water and handing it to you.  “What happened?”  “Potter thought it would be amusing to put Amortentia in your cup. They brewed it wrong, obviously, which resulted in your becoming ill.  You’ll most likely be ill for a few days until the potion works its way through your system, but the worst of it just passes.”

You sighed, flopping back against your pillows.  “Merlin’s beard,” you said, rubbing your temples.  “I hate them.  I hate them so much.”  “As do I, Y/N.  I’ll be telling Dumbledore about this, they won’t get away with this, I promise.  Do you need anything?”  You shook your head.  “No, thanks.”  “Alright, but you should keep drinking, though.”  You gratefully took another glass of water from Severus, drinking half of it in one gulp.

“You know,” you said after a few moments of silence.  “The potion obviously wasn’t brewed right, but I think it worked for a second or two?”  “What do you mean?” Severus asked, setting down his own water glass.  “Well, right before I passed out, I just started thinking how handsome you are and how much I want to be with you.”  Severus’ eyes widened, and his jaw dropped when you added, “More than I usually do.”

“Y/N, are you sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked, reaching out to feel your forehead, but you gently took his hand and brought it away from your face.  “I feel perfectly fine, Sev.  Well, not perfectly fine, I actually feel really shitty, but that’s not the point.  I know what I’m saying, and I know how I feel.  I like you, Severus, I like you a lot, and I want to be your girlfriend if you want me to be yours.”

Severus shook his head, a smile on his face.  “I don’t believe this,” he said softly, and you tugged him closer.  “Believe it, Sev.  I love you, and I’ll love you as long as you’ll let me.”  “Oh Y/N, please say this is real.”  “It is,” you said, now cupping his cheek tenderly, knowing how little love and affection Severus had been shown.  “It is, Sev, I promise.”  You leaned in, as did Severus, and when your faces were only centimeters away, Severus paused.

“Wait, mentham,” he cast, and a minty fresh taste filled your mouth.  “There.”  You giggled and pressed your lips to his.  Severus moved even closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he kissed you.  You cupped his other cheek as well, pulling him even closer.  When he pulled away, you whined, and Severus smirked.  “Now now, Y/N.  I’ll kiss you every second of every day for the rest of our lives.”

“I love you,” you whispered, pecking his lips again.  “I love you, Severus, I’ve always loved you.”  “I love you too, Y/N, Merlin, how I love you.”  He kissed you once more before sitting fully on the mattress, and you moved over so he could squeeze in next to you.  Severus wrapped an arm around you and you nuzzled into his side.  “Stay with me?” you asked, and Severus nodded, kissing your head.  “Always, my dear.  Always.”

[the-whitewolfie]

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Let Her Go by @vivianweasley

Angsty Fred x Reader

love confessions in water  by @valwritesx

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Smut Fred x Reader

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Also I made these Harry Potter prompts that anyone is free to use.

If you didn’t slip me amorentia, why am I this infatuated with you?

Don’t you dare point your wand at me, [character name]!

That bloody bludger almost hit you straight to the face

Make sure your little posey stays at least 5 meters away at all time or I will hex the lot of you

Don’t pretend my little performance didn’t impress you

You could’ve used other ways to get close to me other than that polyjuice potion stunt you pulled

Help me sneak into your common room?

How do you suppose we get back to Hogwarts now?

You are not to duel for my favour!

No more about this bloodline bollocks!

There’s more to me than just being Harry Potter's friend!

Don’t dare tell Snape/McGonagall about this

[bbyx]

ripple effect - part six

Summary: During her fourth year at Hogwarts, (y/n) Deauxville falls for none other than Cedric Diggory. But it's not easy when you have to deal with protecting your family's fortune, keeping your father's illness a secret and having two of your closest friends catch feelings for you.

Pairings : reader x cedric, reader x draco, reader x harry

It was Friday morning, the first week had gone relatively fast. (y/n) was still angry with Draco so she decided to sit at the Gryffindor table. She was popular enough that she didn't get to many glares as she sat down with her friends with her green robes.  You yawn, having spent all night studying.

"I have a quiz in muggle studies today"

"Who do you have class with?" Ron asks

"Ravenclaw" You sigh and bury your head in your hands " I'm bound to have the worst mark in the class."

"At least we have Care of Magical Creatures together." Hermione says playing with a strand of your hair.

You stare at your class notes trying to drill them into your brain.

"Guys, who killed Lincoln again"

"I didn't do it!" Fred screeches.

"I have an alibi! I swear!" George adds wearing an identical grin as his twin.

"John Wilkes Booth"

"Thank you Hermione" You answer glaring at the twins.

"You're eating again, I notice" Ron says to Hermione who's buttering a toast.

"I've decided there are better ways to make a stand about elf rights."

"Yeah....and you were hungry."

You, Daphne and Millicent walk down to Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical creatures.

"Ew what is that?" Millicent says pointing to the cage with strange lobster scorpion hybrids.

"Blast Ended Skrewts!" bellows Hagrid excitedly.

"Oh wow they're... interesting."

"Eurgh" squeals Lavender Brown.

"On'y jus' hatched," said Hagrid proudly, "so yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!"

"And why would we want to raise them?" says Draco turning his nose up.

(y/n) picks up some frog liver, trying not to gag and drops it inside the box of skrewts. A flash erupts from the rear end of one of the creatures and she feels a sharp pain in her right hand.

"Ow! Shit! It burned me."

You look at your shaking fingers, whimpering. Your index and part of your middle finger were bright red and blisters were starting to form all over. You bite back tears as a pale pair of hands grab yours.

"(y/n)! Are you alright?" Draco says with a frown as he looks down at your fingers "Bloody hell that looks bad. Come I'll take you to the infirmary."

Hagrid steps forward and tries to inspect your injury but Draco starts pulling you away.

"My father will hear about this." He spits out venomously.

Draco leads you inside the castle.

"Not gonna faint on me this time?"

You smile through the pain. "That was ONE time!" You say thinking back to when you and Draco were little and you fainted on him after scraping your knees.

"Not another one!" Madam Pomfrey exclaims as you walk inside the infirmary already full of students who were burned or stung by the skrewts. She grabs your hand "This is pretty bad" she mutters  quietly " You must have been close to the blast."

"Okay that's it (y/n). I'm taking you to St.Mungos right away." Draco says, looking paler than usual.

You roll your eyes at him. He's always been an overreactor

"Nonsense! Absolute nonsense! I'll have it fixed in a jiffy." huffs Madam Pomfrey, pulling out a turquoise paste from her apron. As soon as the minty paste touches your skin it instantly numbs the pain and makes your hand feel very cold.

"Apply this every morning for a week and you'll be just fine." She says, handing you the paste in your healthy hand.

You string together a few thank yous and slip out of the infirmary. You're walking next to Draco when he grabs your forearm and forces you to face him.

"(y/n) i'm sorry."

You let out a silent sigh of relief because some part of you feared that he would never apologize and your friendship would never be the same.

"For what?" (y/n) wanted to drag out his apology, she wanted to savour this moment, to embed it in her memory forever because Draco Malfoy never apologizes. She's known Draco since before he could talk and she swears he's only apologized to her twice.

"For being a dick." He says grudgingly.

"Annnnd?"

"And being rude to your friends." He chokes the words out like saying them was physically hurting him. He looks so uncomfortable that it's nearly impossible not to keep going.

"Becauseee?"

He signs and turns slightly pink "Because I was jealous."

"That wasn't that hard now was it Drakey?" You had about a thousand nicknames for Draco like Drakey, Dracula, Dee, Little Lucius, Casper the Ghost ect.

"Never doing that again." He scoffs.

"So you forgive me?" You nod. "Really? huh.Thought you would give me a harder time."

You laugh. You've missed this, how easy everything was with him.

"Yes well I need my study partner back before the Muggle Studies quiz."

"Study partner? Please! I'm practically your tutor."

"Whatever shut up Dee."

(y/n) was the last one to leave the Muggle Studies classroom after taking forever to finish her quiz. It wasn't that she wasn't smart but she had had a lot on her mind the past two years and it was taking a toll on her grades. And Muggles were so bloody complicated. She walks into the courtyard just in time to see Professor Moody turn Draco into a small white ferret.

There was a terrified silence and (y/n) ran forward and kneeled on the floor to pick up the ferret.

"Draco?"

"LEAVE IT!" Moody shouted.

"Leave — what?" Harry said, bewildered.

"Not you — her!" Moody growled.

Before you could turn around the ferret leaped out of your hands towards the dungeons.

"I don't think so!" roared Moody. He proceeded to levitate the ferret and slam it back and forth into the ground. You wince every time the ferret hits the floor but find yourself unable to move. Finally Professor McGonagall steps in and turns the ferret back into Draco. You practically jump on him, hugging him tightly while McGonagall scolds Moody.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt? Can you walk?"

"I'm fine" He huffs staring daggers at Harry but when he sees your worried expression his eyes soften and he offers you a slight smile. "Really, i'm all good"

His eyes are still glossed over when he mumbles in your ear "Just wait until I tell father about this"

"Oh yeah?" said Moody quietly, limping forward a few steps, "Well, I know your father, boy. . . . You tell him Moody's keeping a close eye on his son . . . you tell him that from me. . . . " He looks at you dead in the eyes, sending a violent shiver down your back. "That goes for you as well. Now, your Head of House'll be Snape, will it?" He takes Draco's arm and roughly shoves him towards the castle. You stay fixed in your spot pondering Moody's words.

"Don't talk to me," Ron said quietly to Harry, Hermione and (y/n)

"Why not?" said Hermione in surprise.

"Because I want to fix that in my memory forever," said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret . . ."

"Shut up Ron"

"C'mon I know you secretly loved watching Draco get his ass handed to him on a platter." He nudges you with his elbow.

A small smile hints at your lips. "Maybe a little"

It was Saturday morning, and you were sitting at the Slytherin table. Everyone was avoiding the topic of Professor Moody because Malfoy was still fuming about yesterday's incident.

"What's that?" says Theo pointing at your SPEW badge.

"Hermione's starting a society for the promotion of elfish welfare." The whole group burst into hysterics but you silence them with a lethal glare. Pansy practically skips over and squeezes herself between you and Blaise.

"Oooh Dracooo? Will you come to Hogsmeade with me today? I really need to buy something, pleaseee?"

"What are you buying?" He answers cooly.

"Guess! It's something I really need." She says with what you think is supposed to be puppy dog eyes but it just throws her facial proportions even more off.

"A personality?" You spit out venously. As if on cue Daphne adds " Some friends maybe?"

Pansy scoffs and turns back to Draco. "I need an owl."

Blaise jumps in, saving Draco "Draco didn't you say we would go buy new quidditch robes today."

"Oh right. Sorry Pansy"

(y/n) starts thinking about her owl, Juniper. Juniper is a streaked brown and white barn owl. Juniper didn't live in the Hogwarts Owlery. Instead she lived at the Deauxville Manor and it was specially trained to take your fathers letters before he could see them. Then Juniper would bring them to you and you would respond to your father's business letters for him. Reading your father's mail had felt uncomfortable at first but you had to remember that you were just trying to save his life’s work.

You watch Daphnee and Millicent blush and Draco clench his jaw. "Ready to go?"

You turn to see Cedric looking a little uncomfortable under the glares that most of the Slytherin boys were giving him. You give him your most reassuring smile.

"Yeah, let's go before my brother kills you."

He holds out his hand to help you up take it, feeling an electric rush pass through your arm as you do. Walking out, it seems that every single person in the Great Hall has their eyes fixed on the couple. Cedric doesn't seem to notice and throws you a chocolate frog. You catch it with ease.

"How do you have so many of these?"

"Easy. I have a box of them with (y/n) written in big red letters on it." He says with a grin as you plop the frog in your mouth.

"So what do you want to do?" Cedric asks while the two of you walk.

"I'm not sure. Let's go have butterbeers."

You're waiting at a booth in the Three Broomsticks while Cedric goes to buy two butterbeers. He hands you a mug full of rich brown liquid.

"Thank you."

"No problem at all" He pulls out a red liquorice wand and snaps it in half. He slides you a piece.

"Cedriccc. First of all where are you getting all these sweets from, second of all licorice is eurgh."

He shakes his head. " No, no, no. See this?" He says holding out the candy.  "This is RED licorice. It's big in the United States, tastes completely different. I want you to try it."

"No please don't make me. I'll throw up on you I swear" You plead.

"Yess"

"Noo"

Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"Fine!" You finally give in when he flashes you his breathtaking lopsided grin. "You are so stubborn!" You slowly drop the red candy in your mouth. You expect the nauseating taste of molasses to take over but surprisingly all you taste is strawberries.

"Cedric! This is kind of good." You say while chewing. He laughs and your hands brush slightly together as he gives you another piece which makes your cheeks go red.

"So who do you think is gonna be the impartial judge who decides the champions?" You ask quickly hoping to distract him from your embarrassing blushing.

"Eh, maybe the sorting hat?"

"I hope the hat doesn't pick Nick then because he wouldn't last five seconds."

"Come on, give him some credit, he's pretty talented in transfiguration."

"Wouldn't know, we barely talk anymore." Your voice takes a bitter tone.

"Is that why you didn't come to St.Tropez this summer."

"Yeah and I had to take care of family stuff." You say not wanting to look at his face because it would make lying so much harder.

He grabs your hand on the table. "(y/n) I know your dad is sick."

"NICK TOLD YOU?? I'M GONNA KILL HIM HE REALLY IS A USELESS PIECE OF SHIT" You jump up raising your voice, everyone in the bar looking at you. Cedric's face stays calm and compassionate.

"Please calm down, let me explain." He grabs your hand and forces you to sit. "During the summer I found Nick crying by the pool one night. He didn't say much, just that your father was sick and there was no cure. He was really upset and kept mumbling stuff about being a shit brother and such. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I just wanted you to know that i'm here for you."

Cedric slides closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. You rest your head on him.

"Alzeihmer's" you whisper.

"Pardon?"

"He has Alzeihmer's. He can't even remember my name most days." He wraps his other arm around you, engulfing you in a hug.

"God (y/n). I'm so sorry."

" It's okay, I've become a little bit numb to it all." You breathe in his scent. "Cedric you can't tell anybody okay? Promise me."

"I promise" He whispers and squeezes you tighter.

You stayed like that for a while, it was nice, for once your thoughts seemed to come to a stop as you focused on Cedric's heartbeat.

(y/n) and Cedric walk back to the castle. She has a bag full of candies from Honeydukes and bag with a pair of earrings for Millicent's birthday. He's holding your hand which makes your little heart do backflips in your chest.

"So what happened to your right hand?"

" A blast ended skrewt's ass exploded on me.'

He picks up your other hand and gives it a small kiss. "There. All better."

You try to contain the furious blush dotting your cheeks as you laugh. "You're so cheesy Ced."

"No but seriously I think there's a plant in the Hufflepuff common room that can help with the blisters."

"Whoa watch out for Cedric Diggory, future Mediwizard."

He smirks. "Dr.Diggory does sound pretty nice."

"Well Dr.Diggory how does it feel to have the second nicest common room."

"You're kidding right? Hufflepuff has THE nicest common room. It's next to the kitchens, it has plants, it always smells like cinnamon..." He keeps listing reasons why his common room is the nicest all the way to the castle.

"Unfortunately Cedric" You say standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "This still remains the best common room."

Cedric is about to answer but you stop him in his tracks by standing on your tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek.

"Bye Dr.Diggory" You whisper in his ear before slipping inside.

The whole school was buzzing because today was the day that the delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were arriving. All the Hogwarts students were waiting outside for their grand entrance. Dumbledore smiles and calmly says.

"Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"

"Where?" said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.

"There!" yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.

Something large, much larger than a broomstick — or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks — was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.

"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.

"Don't be stupid . . . it's a flying house!" said Dennis Creevey.

When the thing gets closer, you realise that it's an ornate powder blue carriage pulled by a giant winged horse. It comes to a stop and a boy in pale blue robes comes out and pulls out small golden steps. A comically huge woman walks out and greets Dumbledore in a thick accent. (y/n) spots Cedric in the crowd and he waves enthusiastically.

The Black lake starts to bubble and the water separates, a thick brown pole sticks out. A big wooden boat starts emerging from the hole. Durmstrang students start filing out of the boat. They were all muscular and bulky. You take a moment to look at the contrast between the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students. Ron gasps and jumps up.

"Harry — it's Krum!"

But you don't hear him because in the crowd you've spotted a familiar face in pale blue robes eyeing you. A beautifully creamy face wearing a very hateful expression.

Your cousin Fleur has arrived at Hogwarts.

[wreckofawriter]

Never Forget

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Word Count: 3,406

Warnings: None? Swearing?

Request: hello~ thank you so much for responding to my request, its amazing and i dont mind at att that u responded a little later. so, if u dont mind too, could you pretty please do a sirius x reader when sirius escapes from Azkaban and when Remus come to see him brings y/n with him (they were fiances) and he wanted to hug her or somethin’ she looks werid at him and ask “ dude, i know you from somewhere? “ and sirius is shock that she forget him after all and y/n starts laughing and hugs him so tight and tells him how much he missed him and that she could never forget him. bassicaly a lot of fluff? thank you 🥺❤️

A/n: Sorry this took so long to come out! I hope you like it!

  You had never considered yourself a vengeful person. In fact you found yourself quite the opposite. You had always been kind, kind to those who were kind to you and kind to those who weren’t. You had never insulted someone back or got someone in trouble on purpose, you had helped with some pranks, but nothing too harsh, you never, ever helped pull one on Snape, no matter how many names he called you or dirty tricks he pulled. You knew he was only doing because of your boyfriend anyway.

         Yes you the sweetheart of hogwarts was dating the Sirius Black. You weren't quite sure how it happened, it was like you were suddenly submerged in a pool of minty breath, leather jackets and musky cologne. And you loved it. By age 14 you were madly in love with him, but unlike every other girl in hogwarts Sirius actually began to return your feelings. Not to say he admitted it right away, hell it took Sirius two years of denial and eleven months of fear before he finally asked you out. You had accepted, but not without hesitation, he had after all been rumored to have slept with half the school. 

Surprisingly to everyone, even the gryffindor's best friends, Sirius had stayed completely and utterly loyal. He barely even looked at other girls, becoming oblivious to the flirtatious attempts they threw at him. 

Sirius became the best boyfriend you could ask for. He did everything for you. He would buy you gifts that were far too expensive, showering you affection, help you with anything and everything, for the first time in his life he truly felt love and he wouldn't have given it away for anything, let alone risk it with his own mistakes. 

It was no surprise to anyone when you moved in together after Hogwarts, your parents complained about it being too early but you managed to keep them docile. You also joined the Order of the Phoenix and was the maid of honor at James and Lily's wedding. You even received a ring of your own from a blushing nervous wreck of Sirius, a ring which you happily accepted. 

Your seemingly perfect life was shattered only a month before your wedding. 

You remembered the day clearer than you remembered most. You had been cooking, your y/h/c hair was put up in a disgusting excuse for a bun, the short blue skirt you were wearing paired with an oversized david bowie t-shirt that wasn't yours was covered by an already stained white apron that read ‘kiss the chef’ in red looping letters. The room had been full of steam, the scent of curry and cumin thick in your nose. You had a bad habit of eating dinner late at night, something developed because of the wacky schedule your job held. You had been waiting for Sirius to come back. 

You jumped a bit at the sound of your door slamming open. Harsh footsteps echoed through the hall, your eyes widened slightly. 

"Siri? Are you a-" your sentence dropped to the floor when he stumbled into your view. His hair was a tangled mess, his creamy skin broken in a harsh cut on his left cheek. His lips were parted slightly, he was breathing heavily. But the thing that struck you most were his eyes. The stormy grey was rimmed with red, irises tinted pink, a supernatural gloss making them shine unnaturally. The looked broken. They hold an impossibly heavy weight, like the world had suddenly crashed upon them. 

"James is dead." He croaked, his voice raged and breaking.

You dropped the pan that you were holding, its contents scattering the ground. "W-what?" 

"Lily too." Silver drops shimmered lightly down his face. 

You felt tears sting your eyes, your vision blurring, "What about-" your voice fell short in a broken cry.

"He's alive, but I don't know what's going to happen." He sobbed rushing towards you and collapsing into your arms. 

"We'll get him, right?" You spoke so softly and delicately, Sirius found the need to stop his breathing to keep you from shattering. 

"Y/n, they were sold out." He clutched you desperately shaking. 

"What?" Your brain simply couldn't process all this information. 

"They think I did it. Everyone thinks I told him where they were." His voice was so raw with fear it was unrecognizable. 

You just stood there stunned tears clinging to the inside of your eyelids as you felt your heart smash to pieces. 

"They think I did it, but I didn't." He sobbed, "Peter did, I tried to fight him b-b-but now everyone thinks I killed him too, and he-he's alive and they are coming to get me." Tears began to wet your shoulder. 

You were too stunned to speak. The feeling of absolute terror and rage swept you. 

"They're gonna take me to Azkaban y/n/n." He looked up at you and your heart shattered. He was broken, utterly and bitterly broken. 

You felt your already shattered heart clench in protest, begging you to look away from this train wreck of a man before it was hurt anymore. You let out a choked sigh. Before grabbing Sirius neck and slamming your lips roughly on to yours.

His lips were chapped and salty, tasting of blood and tears. You felt his shaking hands wrap around your waist as his tongue slipped past your lips. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, lungs burning dully. You felt your heart stop when you looked at him. Even completely destroyed in front of you it was impossible to ignore his beauty. His cheeks dusted a light pin, eyes blotchy and red, making the grey storms that lurked there brighten with a melancholy light. He remind you of autumn leaves, he was so pretty just before he fell. You pulled him back into your secure embrace, your heart thumping loudly. You led your hands up his back resting them on his shoulders and tugging him towards you. You felt him nuzzle into your neck, inhaling sharply, attempting to engrave the scent of your shampoo in his head. His hands slid to your lower back, resting on the helm of your skirt as he shook violently. 

“I love you.” You whispered through a thick wave of silent tears. You didn't let your voice break, too many things in that room had already been broken. “I love you so much, and everything is going to be okay. Its gonna be okay.” 

And that's how you stayed, standing in the middle of a steamy kitchen, in the smell of curry and cumin, sauce burning in a saucepan on the stove, half sauteed vegetables littered around you like strange confetti. You repeated the last four words you spoke over and over again until you weren't sure who you were trying to convince. You stood like that when you heard loud rumbling footsteps come crashing to your door. You stayed like that as the chant of your impending doom continued up the stairs. The door bursting open. Four Arours came into the small room. 

“Ma’m step away from him.” Spoke one of them.

“Sirius Orin Black you are under the arrest for the murder of Peter Pettigrew.” A young woman said. 

You could no longer hide your tears as you shook with wails, tugging him closer to you. “I love you y/n.” He spoke quietly into your ear. “I love you so much.” 

“I know,” You cried, “I love you too.” 

Just as you finished your sentence you were ripped from his grasp. You struggled, delivering a harsh kick to the crotch of the man who held you. He fell to the ground with a groan as you scrambled back towards Sirius. Your wrist was snatched by a different Arour when you just millimeters from him. You spun towards the ground at the sudden gasp and landed with a harsh thump, as soft whimper escaping your throat. 

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Sirius hollard Struggling with the two men holding him as he glared at the women who had dragged you to the ground, were she now also lay. One of the men raised his wand whispering ‘crusio’ Sirius let out a painful scream as he began to write in their grip,

Your vision went red. You landed your foot harshly onto the women Aruors face with a crunch. She shrieked as you darted towards the man holding his wand with a fiery rage. When you reached him you slammed your fist into his face with such force you felt your nails price the skin of your palm. He stumbled backward hand instinctively flying to his jaw, dropping his wand. You snatched the wand from the air and aimed it at second man prepared to unleash hell but before you could utter a spell. You heard a loud yell.

“Stupify!” 

You flew across the room; flying straight in to your china cabinet. You felt your head thunk loudly on something as glass shattered around you. Your back felt like a pincushion, the needles of glass lodged into it. Your vision danced as you felt blood seep down your cheek.

“You fuckers!” The voice sounded so distant, like it was deep underwater, “She didn't do anything, you worthless sacks of shit!” 

“Siri?” you quietly mumbled quietly and suddenly your vision went black. 

You had awoken in a hospital, eyes fluttering open to fluorescent lights. The strong smell of medication and sickness made you want to gag. Suddenly the moments before your world fell, came rushing back to you in a sick wave. You sat up quickly gasping as you felt a searing pain in your lower back.

“Be careful, wouldn't want you to rip out those stitches.” 

“Sirius?’ You asked excitedly. But soon your vision straightened and your eyes locked with a pair of hazel.

“Hey y/n/n.” Remus sighed, his voice strained. He looked terrible, his eyes bloodshot. Dark circles making his face appear sunken. The bright scars on his face blending with his pale complexion. 

“Remus where's Sirius?” you asked. Maybe it was all a dream.

Remus felt tears climb slowly up to his eyes, he gasped for air as if he was being strangled, “None of us saw it coming y/n. I didn't expect you to.” 

You let out a throttle whimper, “He didn't do it Re. I know he didn't. He would never hurt Peter orJames or Lily or Harry.” You gasped. “Harry?”

“You’re getting him,” Remus spoke attempting a smile that turned to a grimace. 

“Where is he now?” You could feel tears seeping down your right cheek but, but not your left. 

“Your house with your parents.” Remus respond as he watched you slowly raise your hand to the bandage just below your lf eye, now damp with salt. “From the china cabinet, your lucky you didn't lose your eye.” 

“Who were those Arours. I’m going to get them fired.” You growled lowly.

“I don’t know y/n but-”

“They used an unforgivable curse on Sirius."  You explained urgently to the man sitting beside you.

Remus cringed as you spoke his name. “Y/n. He was being arrested for murder, they can use whatever force necessary.”

“But it wasn’t necessary!” you cried out suddenly.

“Y/n/n, I don’t really think that’s gonna hold up in court. I mean it would be the word of four respectable Aurors, three of which you banged up pretty bad apparently, verses the confused and delirious fiance of a murderer.” Remus explained slowly as if he were talking to a child. 

You felt blood rush to your cheeks as a dull ache that reminded you slightly of hunger, lodged into your heart. “Stop calling him that.” Your voice was dark and dangerous, for a split second, Remus was completely and utterly terrified of you. 

“Y/n you’re going to have to come to terms with it eventually.” He sighed, his voice holding the disappointment of a mother scolding her child. 

“He didn’t do it, Remus!” You shouted, “How can you possibly believe that-that Sirius would do anything to ever hurt James, hurt Lily, hut Harry? Do you really think that he would do that. Do you truly think that low of him?” 

Each word you spoke was like a knife thrusting into his heart, “Y/n, you know how his parents were, how his brother was, how his whole family was. They had a stronger hold on him than he would ever care to admit, he was a lost cause.” 

“Fuck you, Remus.” You spat, “He changed and you know it. He wasn’t like them. And if you truly believe that he did it, you clearly didn’t know him at all.”

“Y/n-”

“No. You are just using your brain. Your stupid logical brain and you only looked at the evidence. Your not looking at the fact that Sirius loved James. He was like a brother to him. No, he was a brother to him. He saved him. And if you think that Sirius would ever do anything to hurt James, Lily or their son, get the fuck away from me.” 

The werewolf opened his mouth to speak but before he could utter a word you cut in. 

“I said get out.” 

He didn’t bother arguing with you. He could see the pain and misery that had consumed you. You were going to need time. You would come around eventually. 

You never did. 

The first year was the worst. The glances, the whispers, the points, the overwhelming sense of pity that made you just about want to drown. The only thing that kept you going was Harry. You had to stay sane, for him. If Harry wasn’t yours you would have gone crazy for sure, maybe ending up in Azkaban right next to your fiance. But you kept a straight face. And you pretended to accept what everyone else seemed to believe to be a fact. 

You continued in the Order but it soon trickled out as Voldemort became less and less relevant. Once you were done with the Oder you got a job as a lawyer in a small law firm. No one at the firm was quite sure how, but you almost had a magical way of getting witnesses to confess directly on the stand. 

You detach yourself from the magical world, know that soon you would have to plunge back into it with Harry soon enough. The years sped by, and soon enough you were taking Harry to platform 9 ¾. You damn near through up as you watched Harry walk onto that platform, images of a boy who had pulled your braids and helped you with Defense Against the Dark Arts years before flashed through your mind. It didn’t help that a young girl who impeccably resembled Lily kept looking your way. 

By Harry’s third year you were heading to Hogwarts every other weekend to watch his quidditch matches. He was better than James. You thought of James and Lily often. Harry looked like James, but his eyes. His eyes would always be Lily. You only dared to think of Sirius in the deep of the night. When it was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. So late you could convince yourself it was a dream. There was only one person who you kept in your mind constantly. 

Peter Pettigrew.

You knew he was alive. You knew he was somewhere out there. You knew that he had murdered his best friends. You knew he was the reason Sirius was in jail. And you knew you were going to kill him. 

You never spoke of Peter but your mind was clouded by red visions of him. 

You had developed an unexplainable rage towards rats though. Well unexplainable to most. 

But you had finally figured you how to live your life. You had finally mastered the act of pretending when the headline broke. 

When you heard Sirius had escaped you fainted. Harry had shown you the paper and you had crashed straight to the ground. Not but a day later your house was swarming with Aurors. Another thing you seemed to hate beyond a reasonable amount. 

After the people you referred to as vultures left you had met up with Remus, who seemed convinced that Sirius was attempting to kill Harry. You had wanted to slap him. But you swallowed the ever-growing ball of hate and nodded along like a simple-minded bobblehead someone had just flicked. 

You knew you were being watched, you could see their eyes everywhere, following your every move. You kept quiet silently praying Sirius has lost his dumbass energy in jail and had enough sense to stay away from you. He did. 

Reus had called you at 8:00 at night. “Y/n. You need to come here right now.” his voice was so desperate that you couldn’t refuse.

“Where to?” Your voice was a hushed whisper. 

“You know the place we used to camp as kids? James would always try to scare you and always end up getting punched in the face.” 

“Of course. How could I forget?” You giggled slightly the memory of campfires and smores, the feeling a leather jacket that was always wrapped around your shoulder. “I’ll see you in five.”

You once again filled your head with images of that small clearing, the large tree to the right side that you would always try (and fail) to climb. The circle of stumps you had dragged over as James harassed Lily. The scent of pine always so strong and fresh.  And then you opened your eyes and you were there. 

The stumps were decaying into the ground, moss covering them like a blanket of green. Dusk was setting in and the world was growing dark. You could see the lights of Hogwarts in the distance. You glanced up your eyes landing on the one star that shone brightly in the heavy grey sky. 

“Sirius.” You mumbled to yourself. The name rolling off you tongue so easily it hurt. 

“Y/n!” Remis ran towards you his eyes wide with a mixture of panic and excitement.

You turned towards him whipping your hair around. For a second you could have sworn your name had fallen out of someone else’s lips. 

“We have to go. Come on.” 

You followed obediently until you reached the outskirts of the forest. 

Remus stopped suddenly running back to face you. “You have to change.” 

“Change?” you asked. He nodded expectantly. Suddenly you remembered. “But Re I haven’t-” 

“You need to.” 

You sighed closing your eyes and intaking a sharp breath. You felt yourself shrink and grow a fur coat until when you opened your eyes you were looking at Remus’ knees. 

The werewolf smiled down at the pretty black dog below him. You smiled wolfishly at him flashing a pair of sharp k-9 fangs. He just chuckled before sprinting through the grounds. 

You followed easily jogging beside the man. When you reached the whomping willow you wait for Rums to pull his trick before darting into the small cave at its trunk. 

As the cavern began to open up you switched back, happy to be walking on two legs again. Remus soon caught up with you as you entered the shrieking shack. 

There he was, his back turned, hair a frizzy mess you almost giggled childishly at. You felt your heart soar to your throat.

“Ah, Moony, took you lon-” His sentence dropped. As he turned. His eyes locking with yours as you struggled to keep a straight face. Sirius’ eyes widened mouth dropping. “Oh my god.” 

He took two steps toward you, so hesitant and careful, as if moving any faster would cause you to bolt. “Y/n?” his voice was broken. 

“I’m sorry?” You spoke holding back a shit-eating grin, “Do I know you from somewhere?”

His face crumpled and you felt a wave of guilt was over you. He stumbled backward stuttering for words. His mind spinning.

Finally, you broke into a smile, “I’m only kidding Siri.” you giggled, only seconds after you finished your sentence you felt your body collide with his.

His arms wrapped around you so tight you felt your breath squeezed form you lungs. Your heart raced as you nuzzled closer to the man, you felt tears prick your eyes, “I could never forget you.”

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[lupinlongbottom]

Burning Bridges pt. 2

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Summary: First day of school! First day of fighting! Wait what? Neville convinces (Y/N) to chat with him, explain what had been going on for the last five years. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: some swearing, angst if you squint idk

A/N: i’m not good at angst. i’m also not good at plot? dunno. trying hard, my dudes. i have like, 6 plot points i want to hit but this chapter hits none of them. filler? idk. angst? who’s to say? enjoy!

Part 1 ... Part 3 ... Part 4 ... Part 5 ... Part 6 ... Part 7

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It had taken nearly all day to get her classroom in order. McGonagall wasn’t joking, the previous Potions Master, Atticus Barclay, was a bit of a hoarder and a terribly messy one at that. To (Y/N)’s knowledge, Slughorn had retired only a year after the Battle of Hogwarts, leaving a rather necessary spot to be filled quickly. Not exactly the wisest choice, she noted. (Y/N) finished dusting the final shelf, turning the label on the fluxweed jar outward.

“Atticus you swine,” (Y/N) groaned, stretching her back. “Honestly, any worthwhile Potions Master would’ve taken much better care of their workspace…”

She took a step back, admiring her handiwork. No more did the dungeon feel like it had in her school years. (Y/N) had opened the curtains, allowing the little bit of sunlight to filter in. A few waves of her wand allowed ivy to grow, following the curvature of the ceiling, dangling ever so slightly. Felt homey. Inviting. A barn owl rested on (Y/N)’s shoulder, nuzzling her face slightly.

“Hello, Edgar,” She smiled, petting him gently. “You like the place? Seems more my style, no?”

The barn owl sputtered a response, flying over to the window.

“I know you want to go fly, but I haven’t got any letters to send,” (Y/N) sighed. “As usual. You can make laps around the castle, right?” 

Edgar’s black eyes bore into (Y/N)’s, almost as if he was cross. No, (Y/N) decided. Her owl, best friend, was cross.  

“If you want me to send a letter so bad, I could convince myself to send mum one. I know how much you love flying through Bristol to get to her,” Edgar stood silent. “Right. I’ll think about it,” (Y/N) turned to her owl. “Maybe I should cast a warming charm in the winter…”

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“(Y/N)!” Neville smiled, practically running into the Potions classroom. He sat down next to (Y/N). “Got here early, as usual it seems.”

(Y/N) grinned widely at her friend. “Never late, to Potions at least. I want to pass my O.W.L’s somehow.”

“If anyone had to worry about not passing their Potions O.W.L, it wouldn’t be you,” Neville laughed.

“You flatter me, Longbottom,” said (Y/N), watching a wisp of her breath escape her lips. “You’d think Snape would put a warming charm on this room when snow’s on the ground, right?” She rubbed her arm slowly, trying to warm up.

“You’re cold?” Neville’s eyes widened. “You should’ve worn your cardigan! I tell you that every time we have class.”

“You know I like the look of vests much better,” (Y/N) teased, moving her hand to her nose, pinching it lightly. “Besides, someone jinxed my jumpers. Shrink every time I touch them.”

“Again?” Neville brought his voice to a whisper. “You’ve got to stop letting them bully you like that…”

“You’re one to talk!” (Y/N) quipped, giggling slightly. “I tried enchanting my chest to keep them out, but maybe I need to try something different.”

“In any case,” Neville stood up, walking behind (Y/N). “You should at least be warm in your favorite class.” Suddenly, (Y/N) felt a slight weight on her shoulders. Intrigued, she glanced down to see a familiar gray cardigan. Gryffindor cardigan. Neville sat back down, sans jumper, his cheeks dusted pink. From the cold, of course.

“Snape’s going to dock at least 10 points from Gryffindor when he sees you not wearing the proper uniform,” (Y/N) said, fighting back the biggest smile from her face.

“It’ll be like any other class, then,” Neville shrugged, moving to fix the jumper now atop of (Y/N)’s shoulders, wearing it like a cape. “Y-you can keep it, if you want.”

“What? No, I can’t keep it! It’s—”

“Keep it until you can un-jinx your jumpers. It’s bloody freezing.” 

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“On second thought… the cold builds character.”

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It had only taken three outfit changes for (Y/N) to finally settle on a pair of matching robes and a hat, mauve in color. They were once her mother’s, passed down in hopes (Y/N) would make better use of it at Hogwarts. 

“I guess she’s right,” (Y/N) hummed, readjusting her hat. “Don’t you think I look just ghastly in hats?” Her head turned to the barn owl, sitting on his perch adjacent to the full length mirror. The owl cooed. “Exactly right. I do look like my grandmother. Always the observatory owl, Edgar,” (Y/N) glanced at the clock. “Shit! I’m going to be late!”

Flying out the door, (Y/N) hardly had the moment to recognize the figure exiting his door as well. The two collided, knocking both parties to the ground.

“I’m so sorry!” (Y/N) blurted, grabbing the wall to steady herself upward. “Are you alright?” 

“Been better,” Neville groaned, rubbing his forehead.

“Oh, Professor Longbottom,” (Y/N) readjusted her robe, reluctantly offering her hand.

“Thanks,” Neville forced a smile, his lips drawing a fine line. He took her hand, fingers lingering for a moment too long. He pulled away at the realization. “Running late?” 

“Old habits,” she shrugged. “I see you’re not exactly punctual tonight either.”

“Gran sent me an owl, had to reply before I forgot,” said Neville, smiling at the thought. “Wished me luck on my first day.”

“That’s sweet of her, how is she—” (Y/N) stopped herself, coughing lightly. “Well, by any means it’s not wise for the two newest professors to be late on the first night.” 

“Of course not, that’d be barbaric. I doubt McGonagall would let us hear the end of it,” He laughed, expecting a response. Nothing. “Is that your hat?” Neville pointed to the mauve pile to the left of her.

(Y/N) glanced downward. “So it is,” She gently leaned down to retrieve it, placing it again on her head. “Is it on straight?”

“Isn’t it a circle? How could it be on straight? Is there a wrong way to wear a witch hat?”

“I’ll go check my mirror then—”

“You look spectacular,” Neville grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, stopping the witch from re-entering her room. “We’re running late as it is, come on.”

The run to the Great Hall wasn’t the most graceful, but years of practice and memorization of the hallways of Hogwarts allowed the two to arrive just before the rest of the students. McGonagall eyed the two of them down, almost disapprovingly.

“I see you two made it,” she said, slightly sour. Her eyes glanced down between the two wizards, noticing their hands were still intertwined from the run. “I do suggest, however, that you keep any and all personal relationships between the two of you absent from the students,” (Y/N) realized what she had meant, immediately pulling her hand away, almost angry at the lack of warmth.

“Oh, we’re not—”

“Students tend to gossip,” Minerva smiled, glancing down at (Y/N). “I would assume you of all people would know that much, Professor (L/N).”

“Yes, Headmistress.” (Y/N) responded meekly, dipping her head down, eyes disappearing from the brim of her hat, hopefully covering the growing pink in her cheeks.

Neville laughed. “Sorry for that,” his hand moved to fix his rather perfectly gelled hair, a strand had flown loose. “I had to stop you from going back into your room somehow.”

“You didn’t have to grab my hand, I know my way around the castle,” (Y/N) huffed, marching up to the faculty table that sat in the front of the hall.

“You didn’t let go, though,” Neville smiled slightly, if only to himself.

(Y/N) found one of two empty seats, thankfully not next to one another. The wizard that was sitting in the seat next to hers was unfamiliar to (Y/N). His dark brown hair was tied together with a gold ribbon, the hair touching nearly the bottom of his robe hood. He looked young, maybe a few years older than (Y/N), slight wrinkles dancing the corners of his violet eyes.

“Is this seat taken?” (Y/N) asked, smiling gently. The wizard shook his head.

“Of course not,” He hummed, gesturing for (Y/N) to sit down. “I must say, I can already tell you’re going to be better company than Barclay.”

“This was his seat?” (Y/N) asked again, finally settling into her seat. The students had started filing into the hall, sitting at their respective  house tables.

“He smelled of murtlap bile and cigars half the time,” He hummed, looking at (Y/N). “I enjoy your perfume much better,” the wizard sniffed deeply. “Mint. Slightly musty.” 

“It’s not perfume,” (Y/N) flamed. “I hardly wear any. It must be my toothpaste, or potions ingredients.”

“Alright Minty,” the wizard laughed, enjoying his new nickname for (Y/N). “I assume you have a name?” 

“(Y/N) (L/N), Potions Master,” She nodded. “You are…?”

“Lancelot Knight, Muggle Studies,” He shook (Y/N)’s hand. Firm, almost constricting.

“Lancelot…Knight?” (Y/N) fought back a laugh.

“Most people call me Lance, I actually prefer it,” He laughed. “My parents, bless their hearts, really had it out for me I reckon.”

“Strong name,” (Y/N) hummed. “Nice to meet you, Professor Knight.”

The first years had finally filed in, ready to be sorted by the ever elusive hat. (Y/N) had to fight back the tears each time a student was claimed to her house, like a proud mother. She had never met these kids, but was sorely excited to do such, to teach them. As the dinner went on, (Y/N) tried to memorize every moment she could, raking in her first night as a professor.

Neville had been staring at (Y/N) for quite some time. He really didn’t intend to. Why had she been trying to ignore him? All he wanted was his friend back. They were practically best mates years ago, what happened? Surely their fight couldn’t have left scars that deep on (Y/N), right? He swallowed hard, crossing the now empty hall over to the mauve-clad witch.

“(Y/N) I really think we should talk,” He started, smoothing his robes. Neville caught the eye of the wizard sitting next to her, he looked like he hadn’t taken a proper bath in weeks. “Please. Hear me out.”

“Professor Longbottom,” (Y/N) sighed. “I really don’t see—”

“Please. Just one conversation and then you can go back to ignoring me,” Neville pleaded. “I need closure. We need closure.”

“Closure?” (Y/N) stood up. “Closure to what? If the last five years were any indication to what sort of relationship we could possibly have—”

“We don’t need to be friends,” Neville felt particularly bold, cutting (Y/N) for the second time. “We don’t need to go back to where we were before, but I want to at least… I don’t know. Clear the air.”

Lance laughed. “Wow. The tension in this room is… pliable. Could run a knife through it,” He stood up. “I dunno, Minty. I reckon you should give plant-boy a chance, at least a walk in the moonlight.”

She groaned lightly, feeling both sets of eyes digging deep into her. “One lap."

Neville’s ears perked up, grinning lightly. “One lap?"

“Around the grounds. Clear as much air as you need,” She stood up, pushing her chair back hard. “You can meet me in the courtyard, I don’t think I could stand another minute in this hat.”

“Right,” Neville fought back his growing grin. “See you in a few.” He darted out, practically running to the teacher’s wing.

Lance laughed again. “Ex-boyfriends can be a pain, can’t they? Been there, done that,” He flattened his kerchief. “Though, ex-girlfriends are much messier. ‘Bout fifty-fifty, really.”

“He’s not my ex-boyfriend,” (Y/N) stated matter-of-factly. 

“Right,” He smirked. “Whatever the case, I hope you enjoy your walk, Minty.”

(Y/N) took her time returning to her chambers. Neville could wait a moment, he could wait a thousand moments. She knew he would. Was it unfair of her? Perhaps. She tried not to dwell on it, as she really needed to change into something less constricting.

Filtering through her dresser, (Y/N) had found the black trousers she had been searching for, but was distraught on a top. “It’s a windy night, better wear something warm…” she mumbled, opening her jumper drawer. She owned too many sweaters for one person, as they were her favorite thing to wear. The scratching wool felt comforting, warm. “I know I have that blue one in here somewhere…” Flinging through her collection, her hands stopped, reaching a gray one, the trim gold and maroon. (Y/N) allowed her fingers to trace the messy stitching underneath the tag.

N . L

“Stupid,” (Y/N) mumbled, throwing the cardigan to the side, revealing the blue jumper she had been searching for. “Edgar, what do you think?”

The owl clicked his beak twice, floating down to the discarded cardigan. 

“Eddie…” (Y/N) strained. “No, I’m not going to return it! Not now, anyway. It’s been seven years,” Edgar stared at his owner, fluffing the jumper with his talons. “Well don’t ruin it...” (Y/N) whispered, clawing it out of the owl’s grip. She folded it gently, placing it on her nearly empty counter, next to an old Honeydukes box. An old gift. (Y/N) hesitated for a moment, almost begging herself to pry it open.

“I shouldn’t keep him waiting any longer,” she decided, pulling the blue wool over her head. “Like a plaster, rip it off quickly.”

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The moon was almost full, only a sliver missing from the round figure, allowing the entire courtyard to shimmer in its light. The fountain still babbled as always, water tricking down to the pool below. Neville focused on his reflection as well has he could, his hair still neatly gelled back. Well, as neat as it could be.

“She’s taking a long time…” Neville hummed, twirling a finger in his reflection, distorting the water. “Is she trying to pull a prank on me?Never going to show up? No,” Neville clicked, shaking his head. “Shut up, Longbottom. She’s your friend—was your friend.”  

“Sorry I’m late,” said (Y/N), finally entering the courtyard. “Couldn’t decide on a jumper.” 

“Miss wearing uniforms?”

“All the time,” (Y/N) groaned. “Never have to worry about what to wear, always put on the same thing.” 

Neville smiled, standing up to meet (Y/N) in the middle, hands again in his pockets. “You look nice, as usual.”

“Trying to butter me up?” (Y/N) smirked, teasing the Gryffindor slightly.

“Compliments never hurt,” he shrugged. “Thank you, for agreeing to this (Y/N).”

“I only did it because Professor Knight was listening to our whole conversation, it would’ve looked poor on my part if I didn’t”

“So that bloke’s name is Knight?”

“Lancelot Knight, if you can imagine.”

“His parents must’ve really had it out for him.”

“Must’ve.”

Silence.

“Well? We should get walking,” (Y/N) began to leave the courtyard, headed towards the open fields surrounding the castle.

Neville followed suit, allowing (Y/N) to stride at least five steps ahead. Her hair was pulled into her signature low ponytail, wrapped neatly with a bow. Neville could count on one had the amount of times he had seen her without her bow, her hair down. One of them being at the Battle of Hogwarts. It was in a pink ribbon, just like the one she was wearing now. Somehow it fell out in all of the commotion.

“Do you ever get tired of your bows?” Neville asked, almost absentmindedly. 

“We’re not here to discuss my hair choices, Professor Longbottom,” said (Y/N), not turning around. “If we were, we’d start with your horrendous use of gel.”

“Horrendous?” Neville choked. “My Gran loves it when I gel my hair back!” 

“Your Gran needs better spectacles,” (Y/N) slowed her pace, allowing Neville to get closer to her. “You used too much of it.” 

“I’ll tone it down,” said Neville, fingers now trying to mess up his hair. “(Y/N), I’ve missed you,” she didn’t respond. “I know that you probably think that I’m the dumbest bloke to walk these grounds after the way we left off, but I just wanted you to hear that.”

“I wish I could say the same.”

“I know you’re lying, (Y/N).”

“You don’t know anything, Longbottom,” (Y/N) quipped, allowing herself to turn around just once. “You don’t know how badly I needed a friend that day, how badly I needed someone to care about me.”

“I see we’ve dropped the formalities,” said Neville, noting her lack of their shared title. “(Y/N), I didn’t know what you needed. You can be really good at avoiding conversations… or people.”

“You…” (Y/N) fought back the tears, trying hard to give herself the restraint she had years ago. “You never asked!"

“How was I supposed to know?” His voice rising.

“How were you supposed to know, what? That my dad escaped from Azkaban? That-that he joined the Dark Lord again? A man I had never met in my life?” She felt the hot tears stream down her cheeks. “You knew all of that!”

“I didn’t know he was there! The battle was a bit hectic, loads of people were dying, (Y/N).”

“Including him! My own father!” (Y/N) seethed, her eyes forcing themselves to meet with Neville’s. “My own father died and I never got to meet him, never got to say hello, let alone goodbye.” 

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know at the time, I was—”

“Preoccupied with Lovegood. I know.”

“That’s a bit uncalled for,” He quipped. (Y/N) sat with her knees tucked under her chin. Neville’s tone softened. “You’re hurting right now. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, then, I mean,” He sat down next to her. “But I’m here now.”

“That man,” (Y/N) continued, as if Neville wasn’t staring her down. “He was the reason I tried so hard to be good. To be everything he wasn’t. Kind, caring, loving,” she wiped a stray tear. “Why did it hurt so bad when he died?”

“I don’t know,” Neville admitted. That was a question only (Y/N) could answer. He felt like she knew that. “I found out when reading about the dead. Your dad’s name stuck out. I sent an owl—”

“I know.” 

“What? I thought you said—”

“I lied,” (Y/N) chuckled airily. “I got them. All of them.”

“But why would you lie?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, hugging her knees harder. “I never opened them.”

“Why?”

“I dunno,” another shrug. “I was being dumb. I wanted so badly to cut you out of my life for good. To forget that I ever—” she stopped.

“I know I wasn’t the best of friend in that moment,” he rested a hand on her shoulder. “I’m damn well trying now. I know we can’t get back to where we were before, but I want to at the very least give it a go,” he sat down, gingerly, as to not disturb (Y/N). He pushed his arm to the other shoulder, resting his head atop hers.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) whispered, leaning into his touch, enjoying the embrace.  

“Do you think you could start calling me Neville again? As a step in the right direction?” (Y/N) nodded wordlessly. “Good. I’ve missed it.”

“My father dying…” (Y/N) loosed her grip on her knees, opening up slightly. “Isn’t the only reason we fought.”

“No. I guess not,” Neville knew exactly what she was talking about. He couldn’t find the words to express that day, that argument in full. “ We can pretend it is for now. We should talk about it. Another day,” he smiled lightly.

“Another day,” she repeated. “Neville.”

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This story is strictly for persons over 18+! It contains sexual content and canon typical violence! Minors please do not interact!

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Summary

The year 1993 was to be an eventful one for the twenty-nine-year-old nurse and Animaga. The news about Sirius Black did not even stop in the Muggle town of Stirling and the sheer panic about the return of the Dark Lord and thus her older brother prompted Minty Delaney to send an owl to the famous headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Albus Dumbledore. 

She is overcome with fear and her only protection seems to be at Hogwarts. But it is not just a safe home that awaits her there when her path crosses with that of Severus Snape. 

Unexpected feelings arise as the two realize what it means to exist for love - to really exist.

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Prologue - An owl for Dumbledore

Chapter 1 - coming soon!

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Severus Snape x Araminta Tobbat moodboard

Araminta Tobbat by @okeydokeylackey

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tagged by my babe @bobmorlee ily ily ♥♥

Pick any three fandoms, answer the questions for each, then pass it on.

Fandoms:

the 100, lotr, hp (the holy trinity)

The first character you loved:

t100: bellamy (slight disclaimer: i was sucked into watching this because @bellesolo was posting so many gifs of bellarke so i already knew my ass belonged to bellamy before i started watching the show)

lotr: legolas, ooooh good golly was a such a slut for orlando in his long blonde wig in my pre-pubescent years

hp: sirius black and ootp made me sob for a solid 4.6 hours and it still does every time i read it

The character you never expected to love so much:

t100: john murphy, but i can’t help it. i’m a hoe for sass and unapologetic assholes with hearts of gold (even though murphy’s heart is only like 10k gold)

lotr: boromir. growing up i always hated him because i saw the world in black and white and i hated that he tried to take the ring from frodo but hoo boy i would throw myself in front of those arrows for him now, he’s such a good

hp: this one is really hard... draco or narcissa, i’m not sure i can pick. they were both dicks, no argument here, but they were also put in terrible situations and they choose family over everything and lbr i get that

The character you relate to the most:

t100: murphy because he’s loyal to those he loves and trusts and basically says fuck the rest and i can really relate tbh 

lotr: merry or pippin, because i, too, would accidentally get myself involved in a war because i was stealing food in the wrong field at the wrong time

hp: probably draco because i talk a big game but when i’m faced with real life shitty choices i would probably also fall apart and become pretty much useless

The character you’d slap:

t100: ... no comment

lotr: denethor, like come on dude, you couldn’t have been like 4% nice to faramir?

hp: if i could only pick one, it’d be snape, no further explanation needed probably

Three favorite characters in order of preference:

t100: bellamy, murphy, monty (what can i say? sass reigns)

lotr: aragorn, gimli, eowyn

hp: narcissa, draco, sirius

A character you liked at first but not anymore:

t100: thelonious jaha lmao

lotr: i’m not sure i have one? i literally cannot think of one single character i turned on in the entire series

hp: dumbledore, he’s such an asshole when you read book 7

A character you did not like at first but now you do:

t100: john murphy, i seriously hated him in s1, but after the desert, i fell in love

lotr: boromir, for the same reasons as above, man was a good and i can’t believe i ever hated him

hp: draco. are these answers getting repetitive? i feel like they are

Three otps:

t100: bellarke (everyone be shocked), linctavia, and minty

lotr: when these came out i wasn’t really a shipper... but i guess i’m into the canon ones (how boring, i know), aragorn x arwen, faramir x eowyn, sam x rosie i guess, i don’t really know, sorry

hp: dramione (don’t even come for me, i don’t give a shit), jily, and hinny, i guess? i like hansy in fic, but pansy sucks in canon so

tagging: once again, is there anyone who hasn’t done this? probably not. @bellamynochillblake @frecklessbellamy @tracylorde @the-most-beautiful-broom + you if you wanna

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Oh. Ohh...

The first picture... I like the cream colors and the shadings, really soft and “consistent”. The pages of the closed books and the leather texture of the black book fascinate me somehow, and especially the light/shade on Snape’s left fingers (dunno why I love those details). Such warm colors for Snape, even the black is warm. It’s shiny but soft. I wonder if he’s in a private part of the library?

I think you drew him slumped on his desk while writing because that’s how he’d write when he was at his OWLs at 15? Poor Snape, that’s not good for his back and he’s gonna spill ink — plus he writes on books and sheets of paper already, he must be passionate about what he’s writing!

(Wait wat I hadn’t read the teens part, of course he’s the teen Severus with his nose on the paper here!)

For the second picture, my, I love the big, strong, black handles and because they’re tern, they don’t seem cold. Same thing for the stones, which are really polished and good-looking. I like the “crack in the wall” you made for his storeroom. The blue vial makes me think of an orange flower liquid we put in cakes X) For dungeons they don’t seem so cold and dark, it’s just mysterious and reeks of chemistry. I love the fumes too, the shade of greens (emerauld, turquoise and minty) completed by a touch of pink/purple ass well as the elegant, curling vapor that on metal, wood and stones. There’s white light coming on the stones behind , that goes well with the shadows of the room, so it’s still somehow connected to the “exterior”, it’s not a hole in the earth... don’t know how to explain xc

Here again, this looks like the pose of an official drawing of Snape over his desk in an illustrated HP book I think. Although Snape doesn’t look ugly (sorry) or menacing, here he just seems like a serious professor. I like the curl on his 4th finger on his left hand (listen I dont know why I like such details but I do—)

Tada. Had this on my mind to tell, your work is sooo good. Artists get faster and all, but it still had to take forever to draw this. Congrats!

(And they’re old drawings?! You must have got so good at painting o.o)

The Unseen

The Potion Master 

Rereading my favorite HP books.  Felt like sharing my old Snape’s artworks-  in his teens and manhood  💚

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First Impressions Draco Malfoy X Reader One-shot

Y/n’s POV

“Y/n! Get out of bed!” Pansy squeals into my ear, roughly shaking my shoulder in a vain attempt to wake me up.

“I’m up! I’m up!” I groan from beneath my pile of quilts. Rolling out of bed and staggering to the bathroom I let out a large yawn and roll my eyes at my reflection in the mirror. Showering in record time I quickly brush my hair and style it using a spell I came across last week in the library. Then I tug on my uniform and apply a bit of makeup before throwing open the door just as Pansy opens her mouth again to shout at me to hurry up.

“Pansy you’re a Slytherin! Stop worrying so much about being late,” I giggle at her and watch as her face drops into an unpleasant scowl.

“Whatever y/n, you know Professor Snape hates us being late” Pansy retorts flipping her hair over her shoulder and striding ahead of me out of the common room,

“Oh no! My books!” 

Shouting at Pansy to continue on without me I make a mad dash for the stairs and barrel into our shared room. Tossing my belongings around in a mad panic I desperately search for my potions books. “Aha!” I yell triumphantly, turning on my heel and hurrying down the stairs two at a time. 

He’s going to kill me, it’s official. By the time i get to class i’m going to be so late that Snape is instantly going to curse me into next week and -

My train of thought is cut short as I slam into a wall and fall back onto my butt, letting out a loud yelp of surprise as I make painful contact with the ground beneath me. 

“Um... Are you okay?” 

The voice asking the question is a deep baritone and I can feel my heart skip a beat as I glance up to the person I just walked into. My breath catches in my throat as I peer up at the Slytherin Prince himself: Draco Malfoy. His white blonde hair is messy, falling in his eyes as he leans over to offer me his hand. Oh Merlin his eyes. They remind me of smoke: grey and full of heat. His brow furrows and they seem to darken with emotion I can only hope isn't anger. Malfoy’s cheekbones are prominent against his skin and I follow the line of his jaw along to his full lips that are slightly parted...

“Have you quite finished?” He drawls out, seemingly irritated with the way I’m staring at him instead of taking his outstretched hand. “Oh sorry” I mutter, allowing him to help me up, “I didn’t see you”.

“Well maybe you should look where you’re going next time”

“Look, I said I’m sorry” I retort, a bit offended by his rudeness. To my surprise he laughs softly and leans forward, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. His minty breath fans across my face and I watch as his gaze moves to my lips as I stand frozen to the spot. His eyes begin to drift closed but I am already pulling away, blushing furiously. “Draco...” I begin but he presses a finger gently against my lips, effectively silencing me. 

“y/n” He whispers, his face mere inches from mine as one hand cups the back of my neck and the other circles around my waist, “I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time...” 

“But Draco I-”

“Close your eyes y/n” He murmurs as his lips lightly brush against mine, and without hesitation my eyelids flutter closed...

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Exist For Love

Severus Snape x female OC Araminta Tobbat

We fell in love in October That's why I love fall Looking at the stars Admiring from afar My girl, my girl, my girl You will be my girl girl in red - We fell in love in October

Yes, yes I needed to do another moodboard with them both together because...love 💖

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Araminta Tobbat - 'Exist for Love' Moodboard

Moodboard for my HP OC Araminta Tobbat and the upcoming fanfiction 'Exist for Love'! I wanted to share a bit of her aesthetics. I am a little bit nervous to share some infos for her but also excited!

Severus Snape version

A little profile for her under the cut. 💖

Also if you want to be tagged in future writing or edits like these, let me know!

Please forgive any mistakes. English is not my first language 😊

Name: Araminta Tobbat 

Gender: female

Code name: Minty Delaney (will be explained once I flash out her background)

Birthday: 10 October 1963

Height: 164cm

Special: Animagus, unregistered, shape: white rabbit with floppy ears and pink eyes 

Hair color/form: gray, after a long time in the state of animagus they shimmer white; reaches a bit over her shoulders; she wears it mostly open, when she works she pins them up with a clip

Eye color: Pink with a red glow

Special features of her appearance: beauty mark under her right eye

Blood status: Half-blood

Profession: Nurse in a Muggle hospital/healer/assistant to the professors at Hogwarts (will also explained later in the story)

Mother: Merope Tobbat formerly Delaney, Muggle nurse, deceased

Father: Grawp Tobbat, wizard, magical zoologist, deceased

Brother: Leland Tobbat, Ravenclaw, born 24 January 1960, whereabouts and status unknown. 

Wand: Cypress wood with a unicorn core 11 ¼" and slightly yielding flexibility

Hobbies: Reading, baking and cooking

Favourite colors: pastel, light pink and purple, white

House: Ravenclaw

Personality: Minty is a quiet and sometimes somewhat introverted witch. Despite being sorted into Ravenclaw, her skills in magic are slightly above average. She shines more with her sharp mind and can combine things quite quickly. She cares incredibly about others, often overshadowing her own wants and needs. Despite her friendly exterior, she is very ambitious, which often ends in boisterous self-confidence. The form of her animagus is probably also due to her timid behavior. She is not very courageous and shies away from confrontation. She very much wishes that she could help Muggles as well as witches, wizards and other magical creatures, if it is in her power.

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I really love Araminta's name! It's beautiful, and sounds very exotic! 😍 What are its origins?

Thank you so much for the ask! I really love it too and the origin and way I found it was actually a mere coincidence haha

I was searching for a name for my Hogwarts legacy MC when I googled some names. After a couple of days I actually found the name Araminta.

Its origins came from British/English and it is a combination of the name Arabella and Amynta.

Arabella comes from Spanish/Arabic meaning "politely", as for Amynta, it comes from the greek word amyntor "defender".

Her last name Tobbat was actually a idea from my partner! As I did some research for a last name I found the name Abbot which already is a character in the HP universe but I didnt wanted to use that, so he came up with the idea 💖

As for her, let us say uncover name, Minty Delaney, I just wanted her to have a cute nickname (I am obsessed with nicknames) and I kind of needed to think of Mints. I found it cute cause it is something fitting to her bunny animagus!

As for Delaney I can't quite remember how I came up with that one. It is her mothers last name before marriage 💖

I like the meaning of her first name very much cause she really is a very polite person and she would do everything for those around her.

I am still a bit in the process if flashing out her character and her story but I think her name is already giving a pretty good inside for her 💖

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Exist For Love

Severus Snape x Araminta Tobbat

And then I learned the truth How everything good in life seems to lead back to you And every single time I run into your arms I feel like I exist for love Like I exist for love Only for love

AURORA - Exist For Love

Faceclaim for Minty: Aurora Aksnes