#the harry potter ties just keep rolling in

[zipadeea]

The Poseidon actor is DAME MAGGIE SMITH'S SON?!? WHAT?!?

[shiftthemoon]

THINGS YOUR DRS REMIND ME OF ✷ sunlight, or moonlight?

✺ TABLE OF CONTENTS :

harry potter dr. fantastic beasts dr. percy jackson dr. fame dr. mermaid dr. f1 driver dr. httyd dr. game of thrones dr. hunger games dr. marvel dr. spider-man + spiderverse dr. marauders era dr. arcane dr. vampire dr. pirate dr.

psssst!!! post's layout was ib hrrtshape!! my fav mootie ever,, ♡

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ harry potter dr.

your hogwarts reality feels like rainy afternoons, where clouds cling to the sky like an unspoken promise. it’s libraries that smell of leather and parchment, the kind where you breathe in and suddenly remember things you’ve never lived.

• it reminds me of the soft hum of the cranberries’ “dreams” or the low ache in radiohead’s “exit music (for a film).”

• it feels like the gothic spires of edinburgh, dark green scarves blowing in the wind, and the cold stone streets of york.

• movies like dead poets society and stardust carry the same weight, that blend of whimsy and melancholy, where magic isn’t just magic—it’s rebellion, it’s survival.

• this dr smells like earl grey tea, sharp with bergamot, and the flickering glow of a candle dripping wax onto an old oak desk. it’s virgo sun with scorpio moon energy: structured, mysterious, aching with purpose.

• autumn is your season—cool winds, warm fires, and leaves crackling underfoot.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ fantastic beasts & where to find them dr.

this dr is gold filigree and vintage maps, the kind you get lost in, only to discover yourself in the borders. it’s the delicate art of understanding things bigger than you—creatures, love, alchemy.

• it’s the nostalgic drawl of jeff buckley’s “hallelujah” or fleetwood mac’s “the chain,” songs that sound like they were written by ancient souls.

• feels like london, fog rolling off the thames at dawn, or somewhere quieter, like oxford or canterbury, where history whispers to you in cobblestone cracks.

• watch the theory of everything or midnight in paris, for that subtle sense of chasing something you’ll never quite touch but will die trying to understand.

• it smells like leather gloves and ink-stained fingers. it feels like cancer venus — taurus mars — gemini mercury energy: tender, protective, but a little guarded.

• winter. always winter. the kind of cold that bites, but you endure it because it reminds you you’re alive.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ percy jackson dr.

camp half-blood hums like cicadas at twilight, drenched in summer heat and the salt of the sea. it’s friendship forged in battle, love found between cracks in the earth.

• this dr is nirvana’s “come as you are” and smashing pumpkins’ “1979.” chaotic, nostalgic, but alive.

• it’s greece in all its ancient glory—the ruins of delphi, the waves crashing at the cliffs of santorini. but it’s also the rugged coastlines of california, where myths could hide in the spray of the pacific.

• the movies the perks of being a wallflower and the goonies echo this vibe: coming-of-age stories tied with adventure and heartache.

• it’s that faint copper smell of blood and the earthy scent of olive trees. sagittarius rising — aquarius mercury — aries mars energy: reckless, bold, chasing freedom with no map in hand.

• summer. long days, wild nights, golden sunsets.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ fame dr.

this dr is glitter in your veins, like electricity is the only thing keeping you moving. it’s the hum of the spotlight, the chaos of dreams colliding with reality.

• this one is björk’s “human behaviour” and radiohead’s “high and dry.” a little experimental, a little tragic, but undeniably iconic.

• it’s new york city, obviously—broadway lights cutting through the smoke, or maybe los angeles, a city burning with ambition.

• black swan and whiplash—these movies carry the same brutal hunger, the obsession that eats you alive but makes it all worth it.

• it smells like sweat and perfume and cigarette smoke, all blending together under flashing lights. aries moon — leo sun — gemini venus energy: fiery, intense, unapologetically raw.

• spring—the season of beginnings, of things growing, of chasing what could be.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ mermaid dr.

this dr feels like the ocean’s lullaby, where the waves carry secrets and the moon pulls your heart like a tide. it’s otherworldly and yet familiar, like a dream you wake up from, still tasting salt on your lips.

• it sounds like enya’s “sail away” or the cure’s “lullaby.” haunting, ethereal, but grounding.

• the turquoise waters of the maldives, or the dark, stormy coasts of cornwall, where cliffs meet an endless horizon.

• the shape of water and ponyo—love stories where the sea breathes life into forgotten places.

• it’s the smell of saltwater and seaweed, the sting of ocean spray against your cheeks. pisces sun & neptune — taurus moon energy: dreamy, fluid, a little lost but beautifully so.

• late summer, early autumn—those blurry in-between days when the air holds onto its warmth just a little longer.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ f1 driver dr.

your f1 dr feels like adrenaline in your veins, the roar of engines, and the wind whipping against your face. it’s speed, competition, but also the camaraderie of shared obsession.

• it sounds like oasis’ “champagne supernova” and the killers’ “all these things that i’ve done.” songs that echo triumph, heartbreak, and everything in between.

• monaco glitters in this dr: yachts anchored in the harbor, the narrow streets drenched in sunlight. but it’s also the neon-soaked nights of singapore and the deserts of bahrain, where the air hums with tension.

• movies like rush and ford v ferrari capture the heart of this dr—rivalries, passion, and the pursuit of perfection.

• it smells like burnt rubber, sweat, and the metallic tang of engines. aries sun — capricorn mars — aquarius uranus energy: fiercely competitive, always chasing the next thrill.

• summer, specifically those late august days when the air is electric with possibility.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ how to train your dragon dr.

your how to train your dragon dr is wind-tossed hair, wild laughter, and the freedom of flying. it’s the untamed beauty of a world that doesn’t quite exist but should.

• it’s muse’s “starlight” and florence + the machine’s “dog days are over.” songs that feel like they could lift you into the clouds.

• it smells like the briny ocean, dragon scales warmed by the sun, and the smoky scent of campfires.

• the cliffs and fjords of norway, the volcanic shores of iceland—this dr is rugged and alive, filled with places where magic hides in the landscape.

• movies like spirit: stallion of the cimarron and brave echo this vibe: freedom, connection, and the push against expectations.

• it feels like sagittarius moon & jupiter — aquarius moon energy: wild-hearted, always exploring, always yearning for more.

• spring, where the world blooms and feels untamed, uncharted, and full of life.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ game of thrones dr.

your game of thrones dr is fire and ice, betrayal and loyalty, the sharp edge of power balanced with the fragility of hope. it’s a world where survival is its own form of poetry.

• it’s joy division’s “atmosphere” and led zeppelin’s “stairway to heaven.” haunting and raw, filled with the weight of kingdoms rising and falling.

• the ancient castles of scotland, the desolate beauty of the sahara, the twisting streets of dubrovnik—places where history feels alive, where whispers of power still linger.

• movies like gladiator and kingdom of heaven hold the same pulse: grand, epic, and dripping in drama.

• it smells like blood, snow, and the faint sweetness of wine. scorpio rising — capricorn mars & mercury energy: intense, strategic, magnetic, but dangerous if crossed.

• winter—long, harsh, and unforgiving, yet filled with moments of beauty that steal your breath.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ hunger games dr.

your hunger games dr is survival carved into your bones, rebellion written in the ashes of the world. it’s the quiet rage of the oppressed turned into a wildfire.

• it’s nine inch nails’ “hurt” and linkin park’s “in the end.” desperate, raw, and relentless, but with a thread of hope.

• the forests of appalachia, the industrial grit of detroit, the sprawling deserts of utah—it’s a patchwork of places where survival feels elemental.

• movies like children of men and the road share this dr’s heart: bleak and brutal, but deeply human.

• it smells like damp earth, gunpowder, and the acrid scent of fire. capricorn mars — virgo venus — leo rising energy: unrelenting, ambitious, and forged in hardship.

• autumn, when the air turns cold, and the trees burn with color, reminding you that beauty exists even in endings.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ marvel dr.

your marvel dr is the blur of action and humanity, larger-than-life stakes grounded in the intimacy of love, loss, and choice. it’s heroes who bleed and villains who cry.

• it’s u2’s “with or without you” and audioslave’s “like a stone.” powerful, aching, and utterly cinematic.

• new york city pulses through this dr: the skyline glowing at night, the chaos of people, the hidden corners where stories unfold.

• movies like the dark knight and logan carry the same weight: gritty, emotional, and built on moral gray areas.

• it smells like leather jackets, rain-slick streets, and the metallic tang of battle. aquarius sun — leo mars — gemini moon energy: visionary, a little distant, always fighting for the greater good.

• spring and fall—transitional seasons that feel like the calm before and after the storm.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ spider-man + spiderverse dr.

your spiderverse dr feels like swinging between skyscrapers, the air electric with possibility and purpose. it’s chaos and connection, a kaleidoscope of choices and the weight of responsibility.

• it’s the strokes’ “reptilia” and gorillaz’s “feel good inc.”—gritty, pulsing, and full of edge.

• the streets of brooklyn, the neon haze of tokyo, or the rooftops of chicago, where the city is a character all its own.

• movies like blade runner 2049 and tron: legacy carry this vibe: sleek, emotional, and larger than life.

• it smells like rain on pavement, fresh paint on a graffiti wall, and the ozone tang of lightning. aquarius mercury — gemini mars — libra moon energy: inventive, unconventional, and sharp-witted.

• spring—when the world starts to bloom again, full of fresh starts and untold stories.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ marauders era dr.

your marauders dr is all late-night laughter and whispered secrets, rebellion scrawled in ink and moonlight. it’s the ache of youth, of moments that feel infinite but are fleeting.

• it’s pink floyd’s “wish you were here” and fleetwood mac’s “rhiannon.” bittersweet, timeless, full of soul.

• feels like the hidden alleys of london, the rolling hills of wales, or the misty forests of the scottish highlands.

• movies like the breakfast club and dead poets society carry this dr’s energy—complicated friendships, rebellion, and nostalgia for a time that might not have been perfect but was yours.

• it smells like old books, cigarette smoke, and the faint sweetness of butterbeer. libra moon — cancer sun — pisces venus energy: romantic, thoughtful, and deeply tied to relationships.

• autumn, when the world feels crisp, nostalgic, and alive with change.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ arcane dr.

your arcane dr is a masterpiece of contradictions—gritty streets juxtaposed with glittering innovation. it’s a world of broken dreams and endless ambition.

• it’s placebo’s “every you every me” and radiohead’s “no surprises.” raw, haunting, and brimming with unspoken emotion.

• zaun is the heart of this dr: neon lights cutting through the smoke, the underbelly of progress. piltover looms above, all gold and power.

• movies like v for vendetta and ghost in the shell share this vibe: revolutionary, futuristic, and deeply human.

• it smells like oil, soot, and metallic sparks. pluto & mars in aquarius — scorpio moon energy: transformative, innovative, and unapologetically intense.

• winter—the cold amplifies the tension, the longing for warmth, the fight for survival.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ vampire dr.

your vampire dr is velvet and shadows, the allure of eternity balanced with the weight of it. it’s beauty that bites, darkness that whispers, and immortality that aches.

• it’s bauhaus’ “bela lugosi’s dead” and depeche mode’s “enjoy the silence.” moody, sensual, and timeless.

• feels like prague at midnight, the foggy streets of victorian london, or the endless forests of transylvania.

• movies like interview with the vampire and crimson peak embody this dr—hauntingly beautiful, filled with danger and longing.

• it smells like old wine, wax-dripping candles, and the iron tang of blood. scorpio sun — libra venus — pisces mercury energy: intense, magnetic, and deeply tied to the unseen.

• late autumn, when the world is cold and still, and the nights stretch on forever.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ pirate dr.

your pirate dr is salt spray in your hair, the endless expanse of the horizon, and the reckless freedom of a life untethered. it’s treasure maps and tempestuous seas, loyalty forged in fire.

• it’s the rolling stones’ “paint it black” and led zeppelin’s “immigrant song.” wild, untamed, and unapologetic.

• the caribbean islands, the rocky cliffs of ireland, or the misty coasts of the azores—where the ocean feels infinite and alive.

• movies like pirates of the caribbean: the curse of the black pearl and master and commander echo this dr: swashbuckling adventure, grit, and loyalty.

• it smells like saltwater, rum, and the wood of a well-worn ship. sagittarius mars — pisces rising — aries sun energy: adventurous, daring, and always chasing the next horizon.

• summer, especially in the golden haze of dusk, when the ocean glows like molten gold.

[hollowdeath]

tied down (hjp)

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader AU

summary: you and harry potter, the biggest flirt at hogwarts, have been secretly hooking up for weeks after playing hard to get. harry's been dragging his feet when it comes to making things official, so when his flirty tendencies get him in trouble, you decide to play him at his own game and win.

content warning: mentions of hooking up, toxic harry, alcohol, jealousy, angst. briefly edited, not book/movie/canon accurate.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: trying to write shorter blurbs between my longer requests, so please let me know if you like this! i also think it's my first sfw blurb, but trust that i'll be back w the smut in no time <3

harry was known to be a player around hogwarts. he definitely wasn't afraid to go after what he wanted, as he wasn't often rejected. girls seemed to fall for him before he even got the chance to flirt with them. however, that seemed to change when you came to hogwarts.

harry had immediately tried to hit on you, of course. but he knew there was something different about you right away. not only were you the prettiest girl he'd ever talked to, you were also the hardest to get.

you didn't fall for harry's tricks right away and saw through his act. at first you were a bit put off by his player attitude, but you thought he was cute, so you decided to keep him around to see how far he'd actually go for you. you weren't one to be charmed and dropped within a week. if harry really liked you, he'd have no problem working for you.

so, that's what he did. harry focused his attention on you, made time outside of his friends to be with you, and was actually starting to feel real feelings for you. with other girls there was just this instant attraction, which would then fizzle out after harry got what he wanted. with you, however, the feelings only got stronger the longer you kept him guessing. he found himself intrigued by your clever personality and completely enamored with your humor.

after a while of pining for you, you finally gave in to him a bit. it was hard to hold yourself back from something you also wanted, but it was worth making him fight for it.

harry had asked you to help him 'study', which of course meant you were actually working on your assignments while harry was drooling over you the entire time. you didn't mind for the most part, he can be pretty cute when he gets caught staring, but you weren't about to be the only one working.

"can't you focus on anything for more than 2 seconds?" you had asked harry with a laugh, turning to meet his gaze on you. you were sitting in the library in a secluded section, a dim light above your heads as the sun began setting outside of the windows next to you.

"you. all day." harry smirks, looking you up and down. you rolled your eyes, but harry saw the blush on your cheeks. "and you can't even do that without getting distracted." you tease him, smirking in return as you close your textbook.

"a guy runs into a pillar one time…" harry mumbles, annoyed. you're laughing at the memory, your hand covering your face. "it wasn't funny!" harry insists, but your laugh is making him crack a smile.

you look at him again, and he's enamored with the sight of you. giggling, blushing, the lighting so beautiful around you he swears he believes in angels now. you shake your head at him, still smirking and chuckling. "it was pretty funny." you told him, leaning towards him from laughing so hard in your seat.

"you're pretty." harry deadpans, his eyes searching you over and over. you really were pretty, prettier than harry could ever put into words.

you would normally roll your eyes or scoff at harry's attempt to flirt with you, but he wasn't flirting. he was being genuine. his eyes were honest and full of admiration for you in that moment.

so, you just leaned in and kissed him.

it was simple, sweet, and opened the gates to so much more over time. harry took it as an invite to start kissing you at random, intimate moments as well. nothing more than a kiss for a while, until you were the one to actually push it further by making out, giving harry love bites, touching over clothes, which then lead to touching under clothes…

within a few months you two were hooking up in secret nearly every week. harry had flings here and there before but never anything exclusive and extended like things have been with you. and while you found the secret hook ups to be exciting and fun at first, you didn't want to just be another girl on harry's roster. you were really starting to like him, and didn't want to see yourself get played.

whenever you tried to joke about becoming official, harry would laugh you off or ignore it completely. he knew it was starting to frustrate you, but he'd never been in a relationship before and he was afraid it wasn't what he really wanted. of course harry had feelings for you, feelings he's never felt for someone before, but he's always wanted to keep his options open. besides, he liked your casual hookups. was that so wrong of him?

he liked moments like right now, sitting across from you in the gryffindor common room, hanging out with a few friends and giving each other knowing looks between conversations. while everyone around you knew you two were definitely flirty towards one another, nobody really knew how much time you spent together. not just hooking up, but all the times the other has stayed the night talking for hours until the morning, or all the private study dates alone in the back of the library. you guys were definitely more than friends with benefits, but harry never acted like it when other people were around. he could tell you were starting to find it annoying rather than flattering.

your friends had been talking about a party someone was throwing that weekend when a couple girls walked through the room on their way out to leave. "guess i should start asking around for a date then, huh? what about you, you seem fun." harry's friend called towards one of the girls. they both turned to him, looked at each other, and laughed, making you laugh to yourself.

"what? i clean up nice!" he tried to redeem himself. the girls scoffed at him. "yeah, right," one of them said sarcastically. "yeah," the other said, still giggling as she looked towards harry. "besides, i'd rather go with your friend." she says in a flirtatious voice.

a few of your friends give you a side eye, but you just smirk and look at harry, waiting for his response. he glanced at you before looking at the girl and laughing nervously. his friend laughed heartily. "i don't think he's available that night..." he said, turning his head towards you.

harry throws his hands up defensively, a smirk on his face as he looks the girl up and down. "hey, you never know. i could be." he says with a chuckle. more eyes are drawn to you as you look at him with a curious expression.

"call me then." the girl says with a wink before leaving with her friend, giggling the entire way out the door.

there's a silence in the air as everyone looks between you and harry. he sees everyone's concerned eyes and becomes confused. "what?" he asks with a laugh.

you scoff at him, amused at his confusion. "what was that?" you asked, your tone still playful as you gesture to where the girls were. "what? it was a joke!" harry says, his hands raised in defense again. you click your tongue and roll your eyes, an evil smirk growing on your face. "oh, come on, [y/n]," harry says with an exasperated voice, leaning back in his seat.

"i don't know, harry, that was cold." harry's friend says with a nervous laugh. "yeah, [y/n]'s sitting right here." one of your friends reminds him.

you look back at harry, who's now rolling his eyes. "i was kidding. besides, we never said we were going together," he argues, pointing in your direction. all eyes fall back on you as a few "ooh"s are let out under breaths. you cross your arms, still giving harry that same evil smirk.

he looks at you again, his eyes softening at your expression. "stop, i'm not–""no, you're right. we never said that," you interrupt him with a sarcastic, knowing tone in your voice.

harry gave you a look, knowing what you were doing. "you never know, i could still find a date," you tell your friends, who start laughing with you. harry's friend looks towards him nervously, but his eyes were narrowed in on you. "right, harry?" you ask him innocently.

harry's tongue runs across his teeth, feeling his blood pressure rise just from thinking about you with another guy. however, he's not about to let you have the upper hand in front of everyone just like that. "yeah, sure. i could too." he says coldly.

still smirking, you nod your head and stand from your seat on the couch. "perfect, guess we gotta go find me a dress, yeah?" you ask your friends who eagerly jump up to join you on a shopping trip. on your way out, you wave a casual goodbye towards harry without another word.

harry's friend hits his shoulder, laughing at him. "you fucked up," he tells him. harry shrugs him off. "whatever, we're not even dating. besides, she won't actually bring another guy." harry tries to convince himself, still staring at the door. "if you're not dating then why would you care, mate?" harry's friend's still laughing at his misery when harry gets up to go to his room.

harry doesn't hear from you the rest of the week, and gets incredibly anxious the night of the party thinking you actually might show up with a date. by the time he's on his way with a few friends, all he wants is a drink to calm his nerves. because, well, so what if you showed up with a guy? you weren't his girlfriend, and that's how harry wanted it, right?

"nervous about something, harry?" one of them asked, snickering with the others. "shut the fuck up." harry snaps, only making them laugh harder at him. "lighten up, mate. just shag someone else tonight and get over it." another teased him. harry just stayed quiet and ignored their taunts.

harry's already finished with his first drink before he notices you entering the room. you looked fucking incredible. the dress, the hair, the makeup, everything was perfect. any other time he would've been thrilled to see you so dolled up, but he knew you only did this tonight to spite him. you knew exactly what you were doing and you were doing it well.

you were laughing with a few friends and getting your first drink when you spotted harry, already staring you down. you instantly smirked and gave him a look from head to toe before turning away and following your friends to the other room to dance.

harry followed as well, his friends joining behind him to find girls to dance with. the music was too loud to think, but harry's mind was racing watching you sway your hips to the song as you joined the crowd of dancing students. he tried to keep an eye on you but you disappeared into the sea of faces.

"just have fun, mate." one of harry's friends yelled to him over the music, patting him on the shoulder. harry gave him a half smile, nodding in his direction. he was right. if you were going to be like that, harry could play along too. he was the player first, anyway.

scanning the rest of the room, harry finds a decently pretty girl on the edge of the crowd and begins talking her up. he's only half-interested in the conversation with the clearly tipsy girl, his eyes still searching the room to find you again.

he's about to give up and go looking for you when you suddenly come into his view, only a few feet away. you were dancing in front of some guy, he looked like a kid in harry's eyes. you were chatting with him, your hands messing with the bottle in your hand as your hips continued to sway. you weren't even close to him or seemed to be flirting with him at all, but just seeing you with another guy looking as good as you did made harry's fists clench. 

you glanced in his direction and he immediately turned to the girl in front of him and began laughing, nodding his head to the music, pretending he never saw you. once harry felt your gaze drift away, he looked back, and you were gone.

sighing, harry says his goodbyes to the drunk girl and gets another drink for himself, chugging half of it before coming back up for air. he stands by the table for a minute trying to let his heart rate slow before hearing your laugh entering into the room.

harry turns and sees you saying your goodbyes to a different guy than the one from before, some tall kid with terrible posture that harry could easily take on. as he leaves the room, it's just you and harry next to the drinks. you turn and see him, a surprised smile on your face. "hi," you say politely, stepping around him to grab another drink.

"how long were you planning on torturing me, exactly?" harry asked you, sounding angrier than he meant to. you just chuckled to yourself, a confused look on your face as you removed the cap from your next bottle. "what do you mean?" you asked innocently.

harry let out an angry huff, staring at you with his jaw set. "you know exactly what you're doing." harry deadpans. you look at him knowingly, taking a swig of your drink before shrugging. "i'm just having fun." you told him with a smirk. "yeah, i can see that." harry spits out. you're clearly reveling in his jealousy which is only frustrating him further.

he looks you up and down once more and can hardly contain himself. your skin looks so soft, and you smell even better than you look. he's never seen you in such a short dress and it's driving him insane knowing it's not just for him. don't these losers staring at you know harry's the only one that's seen what's under this dress? that he knows all your favorite spots to be kissed, your weaknesses, your fantasies? that he's been fucking pining over you for months to get your attention?

speaking of losers, another one comes into the room and walks straight up to you, ignoring harry like he was never there. "hello, beautiful," he said in a voice that made harry aggressively roll his eyes, turning his head to look away, his hands balling into fists again.

"saw you on the dancefloor and figured i'd ask for a song," he invites you, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. "you've got every eye on you tonight, yeah?" the loser says, causing harry to lick his teeth and turn his angry stare back to you.

you were smiling at the guy politely, too politely for harry's taste, before turning him down gently. "no problem, maybe i'll win you over later." he says with a wink before leaving, never acknowledging harry once.

you looked back at harry with a smug smile. "really? i'm right here." he says incredulously, throwing his hands up. you can't help but laugh. "doesn't feel good, does it? at least i rejected him." you make your point with raised eyebrows, taking another drink.

harry sighs, the anger subsiding as he sets his drink down. "look, it was a bad joke, okay? i wanted to come with you this whole time, and i think you know that." he says with a pout. you just continue smirking. "i know." you say simply.

"then why? why are you doing this to me?" harry begs, a hint of anger still present behind his guilt. you laugh again, and it only makes harry more confused and upset. "just enjoy yourself, harry." you tell him, patting his shoulder like his friend did earlier as you left behind him.

harry downs the rest of his drink and half of his third before returning to the room with the music, seeing a few of his friends dancing with some random girls. as harry walks through the crowd, a girl grabs him by the shoulders and begins dancing with him to the beat of the music. harry looks at her, looks around, and sees you to his right.

dancing with yet another guy.

this time he was holding your hand as you swayed your hips to the music, watching you with a hunger in his eye. harry's rage immediately returned. he looked down at the girl who grabbed him and pulled her closer to him, moving his hips to the beat with her. after a moment he looked back at you and caught your eyes for just a second before you returned to dancing.

harry continued to move with the girl half heartedly in an attempt to get your attention for a few minutes before he saw you heading for the front door with your friends. just as harry broke away from the dancing girl to follow, a completely different guy cut him off to chase you out of the room.

harry could physically feel himself succumbing to his anger as he stomped towards the door. he entered the hallway and saw you standing just a few feet away, your back turned as your friends were dying laughing beside you.

as harry approaches, he sees the guy that just followed you out now in front of you, clearly drunk, asking you repeatedly if you'll give him your number. you're saying, "no, i'm sorry, no, thank you, though," with an uncomfortable laugh, trying to turn him down gently.

the guy literally drops to his knees in front of you, his hands in yours, begging for your number. "please, please, just gimme a chance, you're so–" he gets interrupted by a burp. "so pretty," he chokes out.

your friends are giggling amongst themselves before harry walks up to the guy, stunning them into silence. "she said no, fucking tosser," harry's voice bellows, picking the guy up by his collar from his knees. "now leave my girlfriend alone, yeah?" harry growls into his face before throwing him towards the door. the guy flips harry off before stumbling back into the party.

your friends gasp and laugh to themselves again, telling you they're gonna go before running off down the hall together giggling the entire way.

harry's breathing heavily, his fists still clenched staring at the door. "girlfriend?" your curious voice perks up behind him.

he turns to you, smiling at your shocked expression. his hands relaxed, as well as his mind. "yes, my girlfriend." he says matter-of-factly, taking a step towards you to put a hand on your waist. "i don't want any other guy looking at you the way they did tonight ever again. okay? you win. you're mine." harry says possessively, his hands gripping you closer to him.

you sighed. "i wasn't trying to make you mad tonight, i just wanted you to see that you're not the only one with options." you tell him smugly, your arms wrapping around his neck. "i want to be taken seriously, harry. that's all i ever wanted from you." you say genuinely, your eyes searching his.

harry looks down at you and smiles, admiring you for a moment. "you're all i've wanted since the moment i saw you," he admits, resting his forehead against yours. "i love you, [y/n]."

you smile, leaning in to kiss him softly. "i love you too, harry."

[fantom-as]

Heart-Shaped Candy

fandom: harry potter

pairing: tom riddle x bimbo!reader

description: In attempt to comfort you after you break your ankle, your boyfriend Tom buys you a bag of candy.

word count: 2,6k

warnings!: hurt/comfort, fluff and smut, bimbo!reader, lollipops, candy, orgasm, dumb!reader, coquette!reader, the color pink, praise kink.

read part 1 here

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ heart-shaped candy ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯

During one of the very few classes where you, Tom’s girlfriend, weren’t sitting right by his side, you were with him in his mind, as he couldn’t stop thinking about you no matter how hard he tried. He imagined you under the desk on your knees for him, sucking him off with those plump pink lips wrapped around his shaft and your big doe eyes focused on him while he tried to keep his attention on whatever the professor was saying. You two had been dating for over two months, and still, he could’ve come just at the fantasy of you.

But then he opened his eyes, and class was over. He was ready to go get you from where you had your class, having half a mind to drag you down the corridor and have his way with you down in one of the poorly lit areas of the castle. He was making his way to you, knowing that you were waiting just around the corner, as you were instructed to do whenever you were in separate classes, when he heard you scream.

Tom tensed and rounded the corner, to see you on the floor, your face twisted in pain while your gasping Hufflepuff classmates circled you.

“Y/N, let me help you,” your ex-best friend—Darren, Dumbass?—the one Tom told you to stay away from and you obediently listened, was crouched down next to you, his slimy hands dangerously close to your body.

“What’s going on here,” Tom asked calmly, yet the authority in his voice made the circle of Hufflepuffs to break apart, no longer shielding you from his eyes. There was an agonized frown marring your forehead, and you held your ankle with both of your hands. Tears were streaming down your face and little sobs escaped your throat—the sight made even Tom’s cold dead heart clench. Tom gave your ex-best friend a deadly look. “Don’t you dare touch her.”

The Dumbass eyed Tom suspiciously, animosity emanating from his body even as he stood up, keeping away from you.

“What happened,” Tom repeated, crouching down to you.

“She broke her ankle,” the Dumbass said.

You sniffed and sobbed. “I fell…”

That didn’t surprise Tom. The velvet pink heels were so high it was a miracle you hadn’t fallen off your feet sooner. You had told Tom they were your favorite pair and refused to wear sensible shoes no matter how many times Tom told you it was uncomfortable and impractical. You let him have his way concerning a lot of things in your life, but this was something he simply couldn’t talk you into.

“Come here, little one,” he said, putting one of his arms under your legs and the other around your back, making sure not to harm your further as he lifted you in the air. Yet you still let out an adorable little moan of pain and hid your face in his chest. “I’ll take you to Madam Pice, she’ll heal you immediately,” he said softly.

“Thank you, Tom,” you mumbled into the fabric of his uniform sweater.

In the hospital wing, Madam Pice told Tom to put you on the cot, and he did so. You were still crying, and although he liked it when he did, he soon realized that he only liked to see you cry when you two were having sex and not because you were suffering a physical injury. He put his hand on your forehead to find it hot, your cheeks flushed, and he brushed his finger over your pink-bow-tied braids. He then unbuckled the heel and took it off your injured leg, his hands moving up to take off the rose-colored knee-high sock.

Madam Pice swept into the room and, with a disapproving tut, she knelt beside the cot, rolling up the sleeves of her robes.

“Honestly,” she muttered, pulling out her wand. “Students these days have no sense of self-preservation.”

A soft, golden light emanated from the tip of her wand as she hovered it over your swollen ankle.

“There. The swelling will go down in a few minutes, but you'll still need to rest. No walking around or straining it further,” she instructed. “You'll stay in the Hospital Wing for a few hours—just to be sure. If you feel any sharp pain, let me know at once. Otherwise, try to rest.”

She gave Tom a glance, assessing whether he was going to be a help or a hindrance. Then, with one final nod, she turned on her heel and strode away.

Tom leaned it to take your still swollen yet no longer broken ankle between his cool slender fingers. Leaning in further, he placed a small kiss on the tender flesh, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He reached out his hand to brush the remnants of tears off your flushed cheeks.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Although your relationship had started on a particularly violent note, the more time passed with Tom as your boyfriend, the more you began to realize that Tom actually just wanted to take care of you. Both in daily life, and in the bedroom. He gave you not necessarily what you wanted but what you needed. And you were grateful for that. Only you didn’t know whether you could put all those feelings into a one simple word. You hoped he knew what you meant.

“Rest, Y/N,” he said, without smiling. “I have two more classes, but after that, I’ll come take you. Don’t go anywhere on your own.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Instead of going back to class, as Tom had promised you, he instead turned to Hogsmeade, where he planned to get you your favorite sweets. As he entered Honeydukes, the scent of sugar and cocoa instantly filled the air. The store was buzzing with students, but Tom didn’t waste any time scanning the shelves, his mind already racing with ideas of what you might like.

He grabbed a handful of Chocolate Frogs, knowing you’d always been fond of the collectible cards. Next, he made his way to the shelves of Fizzy Whizbees, their colorful, popping candies practically begging to be tried. He wandered further, eyeing the jars of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

He wanted something to remind you of home, something comforting in the way only Muggle treats could be. He walked over to the corner of the shop where a small collection of Muggle sweets had found their way onto the shelves. He reached for a lollipop, its swirl of pink and red and white drawing his attention, and then grabbed a pack of bubblegum—the kind that you always had in your mouth no matter the time of the day.

With his arms loaded, he made his way to the counter, where the shopkeeper smiled knowingly. “Looks like you're spoiling someone today,” they remarked, eyeing the mountain of sweets. Tom only gave them a polite look and paid for everything, already imagining the look on your face when he returned.

He was glad to find you still obediently lying in your bed, waiting for him as he had told you. “Feeling better, little one?”

You nodded, beaming up at him and rolling your ankle. “Much better,” you said, clearly in a much better mood than you were when he left you. “Madam Pice said I can leave.”

Tom nodded, coming around to your side to help you put on you knee-high socks. But instead of heels, he put on the only pair of sneakers you owned—baby pink with ribbons instead of shoelaces. Your face fell when you saw them, but you didn’t argue and let Tom put them on your feet.

“Think you can walk on your own, princess?” he asked.

“I think so.”

You stood up alright and you seemed to be in no more pain, yet Tom still kept his arm wrapped tightly around your waist to support your weight as you made your way down to the dungeons.

“Hey, I thought we’ll be going to my dorm…” you said, pouting your lip.

Tom chuckled, the sound reverberating through your ears—the sound and mannerisms of today so unlike him…

“Oh, no, little one, we’re going to my dorm. You’re my girlfriend and you got hurt. So it is my duty to take care of you properly.”

Your face fell even more because going to his bedroom meant only one thing—having sex non-stop for the rest of the weekend, and you weren’t in a mood for sex, but, as all the other times, you didn’t argue him. He was in such an unusually bright mood, you simply didn’t want to ruin it.

When he took you to his bedroom, he put you on the bed and told you not to get out and that he’d give you all you might need or want. You smiled at that.

Tom moved swiftly around his dorm, setting down the paper bag of sweets on his desk before turning back to you. His eyes softened as he took in the sight of you—still obediently perched on his bed, just as he had instructed.

“I got you something,” he said, pulling out the collection of sweets he'd gathered from Hogsmeade.

He poured them onto the blanket beside you—Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, Fizzy Whizbees, a few pink sugar quills, bubblegum, and, of course, the lollipop he had specifically picked out for you. The pastel pink and white heart caught your attention, and without much thought, you reached for it.

Tom's eyes flickered with amusement as you unwrapped the candy and popped it between your lips, your tongue swirling around the sugary swirl. His gaze darkened.

He leaned back against his desk, arms crossed, watching you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. The way your lips wrapped around the lollipop, how your mouth hollowed slightly as you sucked, sent something deep and primal surging through him. His jaw tightened, his fingers tapping idly against his bicep as he tracked every slow, languid movement.

“Of all the sweets I brought you, you choose that one,” he mused, voice deceptively light.

You blinked up at him, completely unaware of how his pupils had dilated, how his body tensed with restrained control. Or maybe you were too aware. “It’s my favorite,” you mumbled around the candy, your voice slightly muffled.

Tom exhaled through his nose, a slow smirk curving his lips. His eyes never left your mouth, watching the way your tongue darted out to taste the sticky sweetness, how your lips glistened with sugar.

“Of course it is, little one,” he said, his voice lower now, almost a murmur. He pushed off the desk and moved toward you, his fingers brushing under your chin to tilt your face up. “And you don’t even realize what you’re doing to me, do you?”

You batted your eyelashes innocently, lifting your leg in his direction. “I think my leg still hurts,” you said sweetly. “Can you kiss it better?”

Tom moved onto the bed slowly, deliberately—like a serpent closing in on its prey. His movements were fluid, controlled, every inch of his body radiating an air of quiet dominance. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he inched closer, his dark eyes locked onto you with unwavering intensity.

You were still sucking on the lollipop, blissfully unaware of the way his pupils dilated with every slow swirl of your tongue against the glossy candy. His gaze followed each movement—the hollow of your cheeks, the soft parting of your lips, the way your fingers toyed absentmindedly with the stick.

A low hum rumbled from deep in his throat, barely audible but thick with something unspoken. His hands, firm yet calculated, planted themselves on either side of you as he hovered above, caging you beneath him.

His face was close now—so close that you could feel his breath ghosting over your skin. Yet, he didn’t touch you. He simply watched, his eyes tracing the movement of the lollipop between your lips, the way your mouth glistened with the sugary sheen.

The air around you grew heavier, thick with tension.

“I want to try something,” he murmured, his voice silk-smooth but edged with something darker.

He took the lollipop from your hands and rubbed it across your lips. Back and forth. You wrapped your lips around it again, sucking on it. His eyes were on your mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispered, removing the lollipop from your mouth and kissing you, his tongue thrusting into your mouth, tasting that sweetness. You let him devour you, and he sucked on your tongue. His hands were on your hips, and you could feel his erection digging into your lower belly. You whimpered.

“Now, now, princess, enough crying for one day,” he mumbled against your lips.

Tom moved further to take off your sweater and shirt along with your skirt and socks, leaving you only in your see-through hot pink bralette and barely-there panties. He pinched your nipples through the fabric, moving it to the side to expose your breasts without taking off the bralette. He bent down, dragging his mouth across one breast, his tongue licking the stiffened nipple. Suddenly his mouth was all over your chest.

Tom lifted his head from your breasts, the heart-shaped lollipop still in his hand. He puts it in his hand, licking and coating it with his saliva before pulling it away from his mouth and bringing it to your breasts, dragging the damp candy across your nipple, circling it over and over. Groaning, you shoved your hands into his hair to keep him close and he sucked on your breasts again.

“So sweet,” he whispered.

His hands moved down. He kissed his way down your body, the inside of your knees, the front of your panties before he tosses them somewhere on the floor without a second glance.

He rubbed the lollipop on the exposed pink pearl of nerves. You shudder while he coos at you. “Doing so well, princess. Now, spread your legs. Eyes on me.”

Tom licked the lollipop before tracing your folds, your clit, up and down all over your center, making you candy-sweet. He paused at your entrance, then slowly inserted the lollipop inside you.

“Ah,” you moaned.

He pushed it further. You whimpered, closing your eyes and letting the sensation wash over you. Tom pulled the candy almost all out before thrusting it back. In and out. In and out, his movements grew erratic. He teased your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, ratcheting your pleasure, until your entire body turned to liquid and got completely out of your control. Instinctually, you lifted your hips, wanting the lollipop to go deeper.

“I’m gonna come…” you whimpered.

Tom’s breathing quickened as he picked up his pace.

“Good. Good, princess. Come all over that damn candy.”

With those words only, you came. Your body shuddered uncontrollably, your lips forming a silent O, and not so silent later, when you let out a scream of pleasure past your lips. Breathing heavily and your eyes drooping, you sank into the mattress, as Tom settled on his knees to watch you in your post-coital bliss.

He put the lollipop that was now coated with your juices back into his mouth.

“What do you say, little one? One more?”

Pouting, you shook your head.

But the smile on his face spread, turning sinister.

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ the end ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯

[princesskenny1998]

Harry Potter | Draco Malfoy x pureblood!Reader ~ Promised One

Growing up in a prestigious pureblood family, you had known Draco Malfoy almost your entire life. Both of your families were ancient and influential in the magical world, with histories that stretched back hundreds of years, and the arrangement between the Malfoys and your family had been made long before either of you could remember.

The first time you were introduced to Draco, you were only five, and he was a year older than you. You didn’t know it at the time, but you were both being introduced as future partners. Your parents had emphasized the importance of keeping family lines pure, maintaining the power of the blood, and protecting the family name. Draco had been told something similar by Lucius and Narcissa.

Summers became the time you were always forced together. Your family’s home in the Russian countryside had long, sunlit days that were spent mostly outside, exploring the gardens or playing games under the watchful eyes of your parents. At first, Draco had been something of a mystery to you. He was brash, opinionated, and seemed to take pleasure in teasing you. As you grew older, though, that teasing started to feel less like a childish bother and more like something... interesting.

One summer afternoon, when you were both thirteen, you were sitting on the grass beside a sprawling garden of enchanted white roses. Draco had just made a remark about your Russian accent, imitating it with a smirk on his face. You’d rolled your eyes, used to his teasing, and shot back a quick remark about his pronunciation of certain charms — a sore spot for him, considering how seriously he took his studies. He’d laughed, and you realized then that his teasing was almost affectionate, in a way.

When you reached fourteen, your parents’ efforts to push you together became even more obvious. They started planning more activities, often giving you time alone together in the expansive rooms of Malfoy Manor or your family’s home. At that age, you and Draco both understood the implications of your families’ plans for the future. You had moments where the idea of being tied to someone so arrogant grated on you. But there were also times when you looked at him and felt strangely comforted by the familiar presence.

One summer day, during the warm month of August, you found yourself in the sitting room of Malfoy Manor, watching Draco as he read a book on magical history. The air was thick and still, and you found yourself growing restless.

“Is this what we’re going to be doing every summer?” you asked, breaking the silence. “Sitting around, reading, waiting for our parents to tell us what to do next?”

Draco looked up from his book, one eyebrow raised in amusement. “What would you rather do, then?”

“Something exciting,” you replied with a slight grin, standing up and walking to the window. “Surely, with all the magic we have at our disposal, there’s something better than sitting around.”

He closed his book and stood up, crossing the room to stand beside you at the window. “I suppose we could explore the manor,” he suggested. “There are places even I haven’t been to.”

Intrigued, you agreed, and the two of you ventured into the depths of the manor, laughing as you slipped past portraits and explored hidden rooms. At one point, Draco dared you to go down a narrow, winding staircase that led to a shadowy room filled with dusty old relics from the Malfoy family’s past. The air was thick with mystery, and you couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement.

When you turned to Draco, he was watching you with an intensity that caught you off guard. “What?” you asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Nothing,” he replied, but his gaze lingered, a small smirk playing on his lips.

As the years went by, your connection deepened. You saw each other’s flaws, yes — you knew he could be arrogant and quick-tempered, and he knew you could be stubborn and sharp-tongued. But there was a familiarity that came with growing up together, and it made you feel closer to him than anyone else.

During the school year, while he was at Hogwarts, letters became your main form of communication. He’d send brief notes, detailing his experiences at school, and you’d reply with stories of your own studies and family gatherings. There was something comforting in the routine of it, in knowing that you’d hear from him every few weeks.

Then came the summer of your sixteenth year. You arrived at Malfoy Manor, expecting the usual formal greetings and small talk with his parents, but instead, Draco was waiting for you in the gardens. He looked different — older, more serious. The playful smirk that you were so accustomed to seeing was gone, replaced by a somber expression.

“You’ve heard about what’s happening, haven’t you?” he asked quietly, once you were out of earshot of the others.

You nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. Voldemort’s return was no longer a secret, and the pressure on the Malfoy family was growing. “Yes. My family… they’ve spoken of it.”

For the first time, you saw a crack in Draco’s confidence. He looked away, his hands clenched at his sides. “It’s... complicated,” he admitted. “The expectations, the pressure. It feels like... I don’t have a choice.”

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his arm. “Draco, I know. We were both born into this. But maybe... maybe we don’t have to follow the exact path they set for us.”

He looked at you, surprised. “You think so?”

You nodded, giving him a small smile. “There’s always a choice. And whatever happens, you won’t face it alone.”

In that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between you. Despite the weight of the expectations placed on both of you, there was a sense of unity, a feeling that you could face whatever came your way — together.

That summer was different from the others. Your interactions took on a new depth, a sense of shared struggle and understanding. Draco confided in you more than he ever had before, and you found yourself opening up to him as well. Late one night, as you sat in the library, he turned to you and said quietly, “You know, I used to think this arrangement was just... something our families imposed on us. But now…”

He trailed off, looking away, and you felt your heart skip a beat. “Now?”

He met your gaze, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. “Now, I think I’m actually glad it’s you.”

The words hung in the air, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to fully acknowledge the feelings that had been growing inside you. This wasn’t just an arrangement anymore. It was real.

When Draco returned to Hogwarts that autumn, you felt the ache of his absence more than you ever had before. Letters came, but they were fewer, more guarded. You knew things were becoming more dangerous, that the world he was returning to was growing darker by the day.

One winter night, as you were reading by the fireplace, an owl arrived with a hurriedly scrawled note from Draco. His words were brief, but they conveyed a desperation you’d never seen before.

“They’re expecting things from me that I don’t think I can do,” he’d written. “I’m trying to protect my family, but it’s getting harder. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.”

You read his words over and over, your heart aching for him. You wanted nothing more than to be there, to offer him some comfort, but there was only so much you could do from afar. Still, you wrote back immediately, pouring as much reassurance and strength into your words as you could.

The next summer, when he returned to Malfoy Manor, you saw the toll the past year had taken on him. His face was pale, his posture tense, and there was a haunted look in his eyes. But when he saw you, some of the weight seemed to lift from his shoulders.

You spent long hours together, walking through the gardens, talking about everything and nothing. He confided in you more than ever before, sharing his fears, his regrets, his hopes for a future that seemed increasingly uncertain.

One evening, as you sat together under the fading light of the setting sun, he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. “I don’t know what the future holds,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I know I want you there, whatever happens.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling the truth of his words resonate deep within you. Despite the shadows that loomed over both of your families, despite the uncertainties that lay ahead, you knew one thing for certain: you wanted to face it all with him by your side.

In that quiet moment, under the soft glow of the twilight, you found solace in each other. And for the first time, you allowed yourself to hope — to believe that maybe, just maybe, the two of you could carve out a future of your own choosing.

[holyhead-hufflepuff]

fred weasley x reader: unspoken words

fred weasley x reader

summary: "who knows what's in the future, but now I need you to know that I love you" - unspoken words, mxmtoon

words: 1900

warnings: none

author's note: i was going through my old works, and i honestly really proud of this. so REPOST. this is based off of mxmtoon's "unspoken words" and i hope i did this amazing song justice - gracie ♡♡

"Fred, stop it, I mean it," you cried, your hair tied back in two tight plaits. Your hand was wrapped around Fred's thin wrists as he pulled you through Diagon Alley, ignoring your cries and his mum's.

"Come on, y/n, it's not my fault you're just slow. George is keeping up just fine," Fred huffed, continuing to rush through the streets until they landed in front of Ollivander's. "I can't believe we get to go to Hogwarts. It's it, well-"

"Wicked," Fred and George said together, smirking at each other before pushing through the shop's front door.

"Fred. George. You can't just go running off," Mrs. Weasley screamed, slightly out of breath from trying to keep with the three eleven-year-olds. "Hello, Garrick, I'm afraid we'll be shopping second-hand again. We just don't have the galleons right now for two new wands."

"But, mum," Fred whined, crossing his hands over his chest as George just started at the small section of wands with worn boxes.

"I can pay for your guys' wands," you piped up, pulling out twenty-one galleons. Your mum had insisted you bring enough money to pay for the Weasley's wands as payment for housing you for the summer while she was off in Tasmania.

"Nevermind, we'll just take the used wands," Fred stated, pushing you aside to look at the second-hand wands.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you grumbled, tossing the galleons on the countertop. "You would rather have a second-hand wand then have one bought by me?"

"Good job, y/n. You got it on the first guess," Fred mocked, slowly clapping his hands.

"I hate you, Fred Weasley," you yelled, grabbing the galleons and storming out of the store.

You wrung your hands, nervous for the Order's newest mission, moving Harry Potter. It was bad enough that the wizard war was looming over your heads like a storm cloud, but now, you couldn't help but feel like something was going to go wrong.

"Okay, time to leave," you mumbled, slipping your favorite sneakers on and apparating to The Burrow.

"Y/N," you heard a familiar voice shout.

"Ginny," you shouted back, wrapping your arms around the petite girl. "Are you going on the mission tonight?"

"Are you kidding me? Mum will hardly let me out of the house," Ginny chuckled, wrapping an arm around you and leading you into the Burrow. "I can't believe Fred and George are letting you go on the mission, especially Fred."

You rolled your eyes at the redhead's wiggling eyebrows. "Sod off, Ginny. We all know that I am a strong, independent person that doesn't need to ginger twins deciding what I can and cannot do," you replied, the words almost verbatim to what you had told Fred when he told you to stay with Molly at the Burrow.

"Hey! I'm a ginger, too," Ginny exclaimed, placing a hand over her chest. "You wound me, did you know that?"

"Yeah, whatever, miss melodramatic. I'm going to put my jacket up in Fred and George's room," you announced, hurrying up the stairs and into the familiar room that smelled still smelled like smoke and candy.

You shrugged off your overcoat, tossing it on Fred's bed, and looked around the room. Everything was exactly the same as it was when you two were kids, bringing back memories of growing up with him.

"Y/N, you can't tell me you're actually thought Bulargia would win," Fred shouted from his side of the tent as you pulled your Bulgaria jersey off. "I thought you had better taste than that, but then again, you're dating Roger Davies."

"Screw you, Fred," you bit back, unsure whether or not to tell him that Roger had dumped you over the summer to try and get with Alicia Spinnet. "And, just so you know, Roger and I are, well, no longer together."

"Finally got tired of sloppy seconds, Cedric's to be precise?" Fred teased, grabbing your wrist and pulling you onto his bunk bed.

"You're a pig, Fred," you growled, leaning against the flat pillows. "Hurry up, now, I want to go out and see how the Irish are celebrating. Maybe we can even convince them to give up some firewhiskey."

"Tsk tsk, illegal underage drinking? Not perfect y/n," Fred chuckled, moving out of the way of your attempt to kick him. "Too slow- I guess that's what happens when you shag a loser like Roger Davies."

"Go to hell," you hissed, your red turning bright red. "I'll just go without you, and not that's it's your business, but I never slept with him."

You stormed out of the tent, pushing past George, who attempted to grab your wrist.

"Y/N, The Order is here," Ginny shouted, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You hurried down the wooden steps, your eyes immediately meeting with Fred's. "Hey," you breathed, running up to the redhead. "Merlin, I've hardly seen you two, and you, Fred Weasley, didn't write back after that mission. I really ought to smack you, but I'm honestly just glad you're okay."

"Wow, George, it's great to see you, too! How were you after the mission? Good? Oh, I'm so glad," George mocked in a high pitched voice.

"I'm sorry, George, the drama queen, how are you?" you asked, turning away from Fred to look at George.

"Oh, you know, disgust by your outward display of kindness to the lesser twin," George replied, but your eyes were already back on Fred.

"What happened to your cheek?" You asked, running your fingers over a faint scar. "It looks like it hurt."

"I'm fine, y/n, especially knowing that you aren't going tonight," Fred grinned. "They only need twelve 'Potters', and they want you back here, in case someone needs healing."

"But-"

"Nope, they aren't budging on the idea, and neither am I. Anyway, we're going to be off once Bill and Fleur arrive," Fred stated, brushing off your concerned look. "Oh, there they are now. I guess I better get outside with the rest of The Order, and before mum fusses over me."

You bit the bottom of your lip, the taste of blood filling your mouth. "Be safe, Freddie. I swear that I'll kill you if you don't come back to me."

"I'll be safe," Fred whispered, brushing a piece of your hair back. "I swear that I'll come back to you."

You watched Fred walk out of the door, a crushing feeling washing over you. "Please have them all return safely," you said to no one in particular, hoping that some force of nature or faith heard you. You walked into the kitchen, where Arthur was talking to Molly, and George was promising to return to Ginny. You sat down in your chair, letting memories sweep you away from the world of worries.

"How was I supposed to know that you needed a personalized goodbye," Fred argued, using his wand to paint another layer of coat on the store's walls.

"Because we're best friends, Fred. You didn't even say goodbye. You left- you just left me alone," You shouted back, flicking your wand to paint your side of the room. "You just flew away on your stupid broom and left me alone. I would've come in a heartbeat."

"I know that- do you not think I don't know anything about you? You are the most brilliant person I know, and I couldn't just take you away. You had to take your N.E.W.Ts. I didn't want you to give up your education for a shop that wasn't your dream," Fred snapped. "I wanted to ask you, and so did George. But, I told him we couldn't sweep you away just because we didn't want to miss you."

You paused, his words sinking in. "I-I didn't- I'm sorry," you relented, setting down your wand and wrapping the redhead into a hug. Then, as if it were magic, Fred returned the hug and elicited butterflies in your stomach.

You didn't need to question the feeling- you knew you were in love.

"Y/N, it's George," a voice screamed, causing you to jump off your kitchen chair and run into the living room where George was lying limply on the couch.

"Shh, George. It'll be okay," you mumbled over and over again, pulling out your wand and murmuring incantations over his body. "Shhh, George, don't cry. I'll stop the pain, I promise."

You worked on his ear and mumbled all of the spells you knew that would act as a nerve block. Finally, what felt like eternities later, George was sleeping peacefully.

"Thank you," Fred spoke up, sitting next to you. "I don't know what would've happened without you here."

"I couldn't save the skin around his ear- it was ridden with dark magic. I had to cut it off, and now, he won't be able to properly hear out of that ear. Oh, God, Fred, why is this happening to us? We're kids," you sniffled, feeling Fred wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. "Time is just fading away, and we don't even know anything about the future."

"You were brilliant," Fred mumbled into your ear, hugging you tighter as if you were going to disappear if he didn't. "Y/N, and I need to tell you something-"

"I love you," you blurted, pulling away from his chest. "I should've said it sooner, but now, I need you to know that I love you. You don't need to say it back, but I need you to know."

"I love you, too," Fred breathed, not entirely sure if he heard what he wanted to or if you actually said you loved him. "God, y/n, I've loved you since you offered to buy my wand in Ollivanders- Since you nearly fell over the balcony because you were so swept away with the Quidditch World Cup. I've been in love with you since the moment I met you."

"Freddie, we met when we were like four years old," You laughed, tears starting to run down your face.

"I know- why do you think that I shoved your face into a mud pie," Fred chuckled, wiping your tears off with his palm. "I didn't know how else to say I loved you."

"I love you, Fred Weasley. I don't know what the hell will happen to us, but I'm just glad we'll do it together," you admitted, pulling Fred in for a kiss.

"Ah, my plan worked," a voice weakly said, causing the two of you to break apart and look at George. "Get my ear blown off? Check. Lose a bunch of blood? Check. Cause my best friend and my twin have an existential crisis? Check. Have them finally admit they're in love? Check."

You could help but laugh, filling the room with a sound that almost seemed unfamiliar. "Thanks, George, we couldn't have admitted it without you," you joked, playing along with the redhead.

"I know- although, I wish it hadn't taken years of sexual tension between you two and my ear to come off," George grinned, laying his head back down.

"Eh, I kind of enjoyed the sexual tension," Fred joked, "it really built-up this moment."

"Shut up, and kiss me," you smiled, grabbing the front of his shirt and bringing his lips against yours. 

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The Working Menace

Pairing: Harry Potter x OFC

Summary: Harry finds Remi while he's looking for a distraction from his daily problems...

Taglist: @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon​ ​ @maaaaarveeeeel​ @stareyedplanet @foxesandmagic @kmc1989 @caplanbuckybarnes

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It was late in the afternoon when Harry found Remi down in the Greenhouses. The sun was setting but it was still warm out, and much more inside the Greenhouse. Even from where he stood, he could see Remi's face was flushed as she worked behind a few plants. Her curls were tied down in a low ponytail that was failing miserably at keeping her face free.

"Remi, what are you doing here?" He asked her in a gentle voice yet still managed to alarm her enough to cut her finger.

"Wah—!" She popped her finger into her mouth and shot Harry a look for his imprudence. He smiled sheepishly at her. She rolled her eyes and eventually pulled her finger out and wiped the remnants of blood on her robe. "And they say I have no manners," she mumbled and picked up her knife. "What are you doing here, Harry? Oh, I get it," she said before Harry even opened his mouth, "You're sneaking out again, aren't you? The Greenhouse isn't a good place to hide unless you want to be surrounded by plants which, I suppose, isn't all that bad—"

"Rem," Harry cut in before she drove herself in circles with her rambles. He was more than used to Remi's ramble tangents, but he often worried she would talk herself out of breath if no one interrupted her.

Luckily, Remi never seemed to take offense. She just smiled and went back to cutting. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Just wandering," shrugged Harry and moved down the long table. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just…wandering…" she mimicked him and looked up from under her lashes with a big smile. An infectious smile.

"Careful, people might think you're up to no good," Harry remarked. He stopped beside her and looked down at what she was working on. He was never a top student in Herbology so he had no idea what plants she was working with. As Herbology partners, that's why she always led and he followed.

"Well, are you going to tell me what you're doing here or not?" Remi asked him after another moment. She had finished slicing up a few green vines and moved them to the corner.

"I'm just trying to get away," Harry ultimately confessed. She hummed and moved onto her next cutting.

"Is it about the D.A.?"

Harry nodded.

"If you want to get away from all that for a while, I'm probably not your gal. I can and no doubt will talk your ears off," Remi said, offering him an apologetic smile for future incidents.

"I don't mind," he said easily. He never minded; she always had so much to say and people rarely bothered to listen to her.

"I'm just saying, there's probably a lot more sophisticated people you might want to hang out with if you're feeling low."

"Is this your way of telling me to get lost?"

Remi chuckled lightly. "I'm just trying to help you, Harry. You know I suck with words. I mean, I say too much and only 20% is viable. It's one of my many flaws that make me a less than desirable pureblood in the eyes of my family."

"That's not true. You're way better than all the pureblood lot here," Harry said immediately, and she blushed.

"You're always so nice to me…" she mumbled, intentionally diverting her gaze to the black stems she was cutting. It was very easy to slip away from reality when Harry was next to her, especially with his bright blue eyes. She, who was all but coherent and, in her opinion, competent. She was no Hermione Granger with brains, no Luna Lovegood with creativity, no Ginny Weasley with vibrance.

"Everyone deserves kindness, Rem. I think you and I of all people would know that," Harry said, bringing her out of her thoughts. He was smiling at her with his usual charm.

His life outside of Hogwarts with the Dursleys spoke for itself. Her life with her grandparents, specifically her grandmother, was nowhere near the "prim and proper" life most purebloods boasted. Remi hated it and wished nothing more than to live away from that life. Harry felt privileged to know what Remi's biggest wish was — to live in a muggle neighborhood. He told her about his many grim stories living in Little Whinging and yet she always found a way to see the bright side of living in such a "cutesy" neighborhood. Harry didn't see anything about the damn block in that kind of light but he never burst her bubble. Remi just wanted to explore and most of all be free of the cruelty. He understood that so, so much.

"Least when you try to help, people don't turn to run," Remi bobbed her head. It happened on various occasions. Many people referred to her as 'Remi the menace' because of how much of a klutz she could be.

Harry laughed quietly beside her.

"Don't laugh, you jerk," she jammed her elbow in his side.

"Ow! Okay, okay, sorry!" Harry rubbed his side for a moment. "It's just kind of funny, you know."

"Oh, yeah, hilarious," Remi rolled her eyes. "People call you" — she abruptly pointed at him with her knife without noticing Harry dodging the sharp end — "the Chosen one and I get called 'Remi, the menace'! How's that fair? I mean, sure, I do cause a few accidents here and there…" She waved the knife on her side, her gaze still not where it should be. "And, yeah, I should probably work on my pace and all but…a menace? Really?"

"Erm, Remi…" Harry gingerly lowered the knife in her hand back on the table.

"Oh, God!" Remi let it drop completely and groaned. "Okay, fine, the name fits!"

"I think it's a…lovely…nickname…"

Remi deadpanned him. "Shut up, Harry."

"Okay." Harry smiled to himself. He was already forgetting the stress of the D.A. "You never told me what you were working on."

Remi crossed her arms and looked at the plants around them. "Just something for myself. I like to have a collection of plants even when I'm away from home. Like you, I'm trying to escape the daunting thoughts of what we're doing."

"You know…you know I would completely understand if you stopped coming to the classes," Harry said, meeting her eye. "I know how big of a trouble it would be if your grandmother found out."

"Sawyer and I know exactly what we got ourselves into, Harry," Remi said. She knew she spoke on behalf of her and her cousin when she said that they didn't regret it one bit. "It's just surreal knowing why we're doing it. But there is no one else we would rather trust than you."

Harry flushed at her words.

"I know being the teacher is probably overwhelming you so…just remember that you're doing great." Remi reached for the discarded knife and resumed cutting. She could feel Harry's eyes watching her movements and feared she would forget how to cut and end up slicing her fingers.

"You're doing amazing too, you know."

She almost got her pinky then. She stopped cutting to look at him and thanked him. "But I know I have a long way to go. I almost got Hermione's ear during one of those practice rounds. And let's not forget I still haven't quite gotten my Patronus Charm working yet."

"That's a really advanced charm, Rem. You're not the only one who hasn't gotten yet but I know you will. You always do."

"I sure wish I had your confidence," Remi admitted with a chuckle. "I know that I'm not all that great of a witch, no matter how disappointing it is to my grandmother. I'm okay with it, honest. You don't always have to be nice about it."

Harry disagreed with her. "You're a good witch. I think a lot of it just comes from your family and that is something I get, trust me. But you are amazing."

Remi felt something warm creep up her neck and didn't dare look Harry in the eyes. If she did, she was a goner and since she was currently holding a knife in her hands she could not afford something like that to happen.

"Listen, if you want, we could practice together…if that makes you a little less nervous about things?"

For her own safety, Remi put down the knife altogether. "Like…alone?"

Harry nodded. He was aware of how his proposition may sound but he didn't have the courage to make it more clear. He could pick fights with Voldemort himself but he still wasn't brave enough to tell one of his best friends that he liked her.

Remi considered the idea and how much she would internally panic about it later on. "Yes!" She blurted and instantly regretted it. She was definitely going to freak out about it later. Hopefully, Hermione would have some advice for her…along with a firewhiskey, although maybe that one might be more of Sawyer's and the Weasley twins' prerogative.

[seriouslysam8]

The poll you sent truly messed me up! I only get to choose one?! I want all of them! But I understand you can’t write all of them at once even though we all want you to…

Just wondering though, how much of Succiduous is already written? Would you mind sharing a snippet?🙃

I know, right??? I wish I had more time to write all these ideas in my head. Or, even better, have there be a job for writing fanfic! 🤣🤣🤣

Succiduous has about 10k words written already. I don’t know how much longer it’ll be.

But here’s a snippet!

A groan escaped Harry’s lips as he rolled his neck. He needed to make sure he still had his wand on him. He had to find Sirius. Except, Harry couldn’t move his arm. Either one of them. His eyes snapped open to see Albus Dumbledore sitting calmly across from him. Next to him sat a man Harry had never met before but he looked vaguely familiar at the same time. Glasses were perched on his long nose. His salt and pepper hair sat messily on his head, like he had carded his hand through it one too many times and caused it to stand up in the back.

“Hello,” Dumbledore greeted, though there was no smile on his face or twinkle in his eye.

Harry swallowed, his eyes glancing over at the unidentified man. “Professor, I had a… dream,” he started as he looked back over at Dumbledore, stretching his neck to try to relieve some of the tension. “He has Padfoot. In the place where it’s hidden.”

The unidentified man shifted, his body leaning forward as he rested his forearms on his knees. His jaw clenched and his dark hazel eyes looked murderous.

“Who has Sirius?” the man gritted through his teeth.

Harry squinted at the man, shifting against the bonds that held him to the chair. He couldn’t work out why he was even tied up. Why would Dumbledore do this to him? Unless the man next to him forced him to? But who could be more powerful than Albus Dumbledore?

“I’m not talking to you,” Harry snapped, his fists clenching. “How do you even know who I’m talking about anyway?”

The man turned to Dumbledore. “Did you check for the Mark?”

“The Mark?” Harry repeated, his eyebrows raising.

Certainly they couldn’t be talking about the Mark.

“There was nothing, Fleamont,” Dumbledore replied. “No glamours or anything else of the sort. I honestly thought it was James when Alast-“

“James?” Harry gasped, blinking rapidly as he tried to wrap his brain around what was going on. “James? You mean James Potter?”

The man named Fleamont snapped his attention to Harry, his face setting harder than stone. Harry only felt his own anger rise at the situation.

“That’d be rich if I could pull off being a dead person,” Harry snapped.

Fleamont was out of his chair in a split second, knocking it down with a loud thump. The man’s face pressed close to Harry’s, their noses nearly touching. Fleamont’s hands grabbed at Harry’s shirt, keeping him from moving.

“What did you do to my son?” Fleamont seethed.

“Fleamont,” Dumbledore called, his voice still calm.

“Your son?” Harry repeated. “What are you talking about?”

None of what was happening made any sense. Nor did they have time…

Harry froze.

[ghostofafruit]

Ship: Barty/James Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era (A Reminder! JKR is a bitch with harmful, and occasionally factually incorrect beliefs. This fic was not created to support those views or her. I do not support her, or her views) Summary: Barty wants to show James he's serious about their relationship, so he follows an old Hogwarts couple tradition Ao3 Link: Tie Traditions Wordcount: 1157

There was a tradition at Hogwarts. One that, until recently, Barty had thought entirely stupid. Couples from different houses would swap ties. They'd tie it to their bedpost or something. Barty wasn't actually too sure. Neither of his dorm mates had really bothered with the tradition, then again he wasn't sure if either of them had really dated.

Now though, he was dating his ex childhood best friend, and he happened to be a very romantic person. So far they'd kept their relationship sort of on the down low. At least, as much as they could. James was a very physically affectionate person, he liked to just be touching Barty whenever he could. Barty didn't mind though, it made him feel cared for.

"What's got you thinking so hard?" Regulus asked, walking into the dorm room.

"Fuck off," he said, glaring at him. Regulus huffed and dropped onto his bed. Barty ignored him, and grabbed his tie. As he continued to think about it, he fiddled with his tie.

"Ok, what's up with you?" Regulus asked again. Barty just glared at him. Evan, who'd been in the dorm room the entire time and had just been ignoring Barty, sighed.

"Is this some James Potter related problem?" he asked.

"It's a romance problem," Barty said.

"So a Potter problem," Regulus confirmed. Barty, with his tie partially wrapped around his hand, flipped him off.

"Just give him your tie," Evan said. Barty sighed and dropped back onto his best.

"I want to! I want him to know I do love him," Barty said.

"Gay," Evan and Regulus said at the same time.

"Yeah, that's like the point," he said.

"I thought you didn't like the tie thing?" Evan pointed out. Barty sighed again.

"It's just so cheesy," Barty agreed. Regulus snorted.

"But?" he asked, knowing there was more to Barty's thought process.

"But I want him to know I like his romantic cheesy gestures," he continued.

"And?" Evan prompted.

"And I want him to know I'm like, in this for the long run," he said. "I'm bad with words, but I think this would work," he added.

"Just go do it," Regulus said. Barty huffed and didn't move. Regulus and Evan rolled their eyes and got up. They each grabbed one of his arms and dragged him up.

"I'm not marching you over there," Regulus told him.

"You're doing this yourself," Evan added. Barty nodded and took a deep breath.

"I can do this," he said. Regulus patted his arm and Evan nodded.

"Go be gay for your boyfriend," Evan said. Barty laughed slightly and walked out the room, tie in hand.

James had never told him the Gryffindor Common Room password. Given he was trying to get to James' dorm, which was past the common room, this was a slight problem. So when he got to the portrait he slumped against the stair railing and waited. The Fat Lady tried to talk to him, but he ignored her. He'd never been a fan of talking to paintings. Several students past him to go in, but none spared him a second look.

"Barty?" Marlene asked.

"Hi," he said, smiling at her.

"What are you doing out here?" she asked. He sighed and held up his tie.

"I knew it! You're dating James aren't you?" Marlene asked, grabbing his arms and grinning. He'd missed her. Sure, she'd chanced a lot in the six years he hadn't been close friends with her, Peter, and James, but she was still the excitable friend he remembered. Since she's started dating Dorcas the year prior, they'd been seeing each other more, but they hadn't really rekindled their friendship as much as he'd wanted too.

"I assumed he'd told you," Barty admitted.

"He keeps trying to tell me and the girls something, but he always ends up backing out," she said. Barty nodded.

"Yeah, checks out," he said. "Can you let me in?" Marlene nodded and signaled him to follow her. They both ignored the fat lady complaining about a Slytherin entering the common room.

"Don't cause chaos," she warned, pointing at him as she headed up to the girls dorm.

"Wait, where's James bed?" Barty called after her. She sighed and turned around. Marlene lead him over to the seventh year boys dorm.

"That one's his," she said, pointing out an unmade bed with a quidditch jersey tossed over it.

"Thanks Marles," he said.

"Sure mate, go be romantic for James," Marlene said, nudging his arm.

"Do you know when he'll be back?" Barty asked. She glanced to the clock on the wall.

"Not a clue," she said. Barty shook his head but smiled.

"I'll just wait here, awkwardly," he said. Marlene nodded and left him alone. He dropped onto James' bed and sighed. He wasn't sure where to put the tie, or how to tie it up.

Barty sighed again and looked at each bed post. There wasn't anything special about any of them. He shuffled around and chose one at random. The top right bed post. Now all he needed to do was figure out how to tie the tie. He wasn't exactly fancy, so he didn't want to do any of the fancy knots he knew.

He flung the tie around the bedpost and let muscle memory take over. He did the tie up like, well, a tie. It probably wasn't how he was meant to do it, but he didn't care. There was probably like a tie code alongside the whole tradition. If there was, he didn't know it.

With that done, Barty stood up and made James' bed for him. With nothing better to do, he shrugged off his t-shirt, one he had stolen from James, and put on the bright red Quidditch jersey. James did like seeing him in his clothes, and he liked stealing them.

All he had to do now was wait, so he dropped back onto James bed and relaxed. While he didn't mean to, he fell asleep on his boyfriend's bed.

"Shut up Pads," James voice said loudly, startling Barty awake. Just as he was sitting up, the dorm room opened.

"Barty!" James said excitedly. He laughed and stood up, gesturing back to the tie with one hand. James seemed to melt slightly.

"Merlin you're sweet," he said, pulling Barty into a hug. "And you're wearing my quidditch jersey!"

"Not sweet, just trying to be romantic, and yeah I am," Barty said, grinning at him.

"Are you staying?" James asked.

"Um, is it ok if I do?" he asked. James glanced back to his three dorm-mates, and friends. The three nodded.

"Yeah," he said, kissing Barty's cheek. He hummed and dropped back onto James bed. James settled next to him and he relaxed into his side. He had a feeling that when he went back to his dorm, James would follow with a tie of his own, and he sort of liked the idea.

[magicschild]

Chapter 20

Quidditch

Summary:

We finally get to see everyone's reaction to Harry's second brush with death in his very first year of Hogwarts... aka his first quidditch game. Heads will roll...

Notes:

BOLD = Bookquotes ITALICS = Parsel UNDERLINE = Younger Version of a Character

"Now can we read the next chapter?" Professor Flitwick asked the mediwitch, practically vibrating with excitement.

"Humph," she glowered at him, "I suppose so."

As they entered November... and enormous beaverskin boots.

"No wonder those broomsticks are practically useless," Lucius sneered. "They're clearly not stored properly, unprotected from the elements."

"Not to mention that is a complete waste of Mr Hagrid's time," Narcissa said, "when he has the Hogwarts creatures to care for."

"I don't mind," Hagrid began.

"That is not the point, Mr Hagrid. Your employer clearly doesn't value the worth of a good gamekeeper." Narcissa glared at the headmaster. "You'd never see the Malfoy gamekeeper defrosting broomsticks."

"What sort of game do yer keep?" Hagrid asked, eager to hear about the creatures of one of the great houses.

"Well, there's my husband's albino peacocks. They're a little vicious to be honest, one even attacked the dark lord the other week. I struggled not to laugh. It even managed to get away when he tried to kill it. Clever little thing. Then there are the Abraxans. We're quite proud of our herd. We even race a few in the Abraxan races each year at Epsom."

"Don't forget the unicorns, Mother," young Draco said.

"Of course not, Dragon. How could I? We have a small herd of unicorns. Draco spent much of his childhood following after them. We have several crups, although they're not allowed in the manor, much to Draco's frustration."

"There are various types of snakes  in the forest," Lucius adds, "several kelpies and marmites in the lake, and we also have some Thestrals, although nowhere near the size herd that Hogwarts homes."

"We used to have a handful of Hippogriffs but after Draco's third year we removed those," Narcissa admitted. "We moved them to another of our family's holdings as a punishment for Draco's behaviour in your class."

"Then why did you try to have Buckbeak executed?" Harry asked.

"Unfortunately," Lucius said, "Draco complained about what happened in front of the wrong person and my hands were tied. I couldn't be seen to go easy on a half-breed. I apologise Mr Hagrid."

The Quidditch season had begun... holding a mattress.

"That was my fault," Draco admitted. "Sorry."

"It's ok," Harry said with a small smile.

It was really lucky that Harry... months later in the Sahara Desert.

"It's a shame you can't remember your history of magic facts as well as that," Hermione teased.

Hermione had become a bit more relaxed... she was much nicer for it.

"Gee, thanks," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

The day before Harry’s first Quidditch ... Harry noticed at once that Snape was limping.

"Observant, Potter," Moody praised.

Harry, Ron and Hermione moved closer... it wouldn’t be allowed.

"You're right, it wouldn't," Severus said.

Unfortunately, something about their guilty faces caught Snape’s eye... ‘Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor.’

"That's not a rule, Severus!" Minerva complained.

"Haven't done it yet," Severus said.

"Besides you didn't even check that it was a library book," Filius added.

"Doesn't change the fact this hasn't happened yet and I haven't done anything YET."

‘He’s just made that rule up,’... ‘Dunno, but I hope it’s really hurting him,’ said Ron bitterly. 

"Ronald, that is your teacher you are talking about!" young Mrs Weasley complained. The elder still being annoyed that the man was a deatheater and had killed the headmaster, kept her mouth closed.

The Gryffindor common room... they got the right answers anyway.

"I'm glad to hear that you weren't copying!" Minerva said with a frown.

"I didn't want to copy," Harry said indignantly.

"To be fair, that was mostly me," Ron said with a shrug.

Harry felt restless... if there were other teachers listening. 

"Good plan, Mr Potter," Flitwick said.

He made his way down to the staff room... and a horrible scene met his eyes.

"Oh, no. What else could be in the school?" Ted Tonks asked.

Snape and Filch... robes above his knees.

Snape's eyes bulged. Surely not!

One of his legs was bloody... keep your eyes on all three heads at once?’ 

"What were you doing getting near that dog?" Moody demanded.

"How am I supposed to know?" Severus sneered. "It hasn't happened yet."

Harry tried to shut the door... ‘GET OUT! OUT!’

"I think you might have embarrassed Professor Snape, Harry," George teased.

Harry grinned for a second, before turning towards his teacher, remembering what his father had once done to him. He didn't think he'd want to be exposed before his student either - especially the son of his bully. "I'm sorry, sir."

"I accept your apology," Severus said, "even though it hasn't happened yet."

Harry left,...  he let that troll in, to create a diversion!’

"Did he?" Moody asked but Harry refused to answer. He didn't want everyone to suspect Snape, not knowing everything he now actually knew about the man but he didn't want to ruin the suspense either. He wanted everyone to work it out for themselves.

"I certainly thought so," he said with a shrug.

Hermione’s eyes were wide... ‘Honestly, Hermione, you think all teachers are saints or something,’ snapped Ron. 

"Do not," Hermione complained.

"Lockhart," Harry coughed.

"That does not count!"

The two boys started laughing.

‘I’m with Harry... wasn’t easy to forget.

"Who knew you've been failing at Occulemcy much longer than we realised," Ron joked, causing Harry to throw his pillow at him.

The next morning dawned... ‘I’m not hungry.’

"You should have eaten, dear," Mrs Weasley said.

Harry felt terrible... who get nobbled by the other team.’ 

"Real helpful Seamus!" Dean teased.

‘Thanks, Seamus,’ said Harry... Potter for President

"Why?" Remus asked.

"Alliteration," Dean said with a shrug.

"Potter Power, Potter Passion, Patently Potter," Remus began.

"Potter's Pitch Party," Sirius added.

"Points for Potter," Remus continued, "Potters in Possession, It's Possible with Potter, Potter Pride, Pretty Potter."

"Prince Potter," Sirius chuckled. "Potter for the Prize."

"You've clearly done this before," Hermione said with a grin.

"Obviously," Sirius said in a way that sounded strangely like Snape.

and Dean, who was good at drawing... different colours.

"That's some nice charms work, Miss Granger," young Filius said.

Meanwhile, in the changing rooms... Wood cleared his throat for silence. 

"Ok, men," Harry said.

"And women," Angelina added with a giggle.

"And women," Harry agreed. "This is it."

"The big one," Fred said, bringing a tear to his older twin's eye.

"The one we've all been waiting for," George continued.

"What the hell was that?" someone asked.

"It's always the same speech," George explained. "We tend to memorise it."

Oliver blushed scarlet.

‘OK, men,’ he said... We’re going to win. I know it.’

"Did you?" Sirius asked with a grin.

"I'm not telling," Harry teased before sticking out his tongue.

"Cheeky," Sirius laughed.

He glared at them all as if to say, ‘Or else.’... They were off.

Several people cheered.

‘And the Quaffle is taken immediately... ‘Sorry, Professor.’ 

"Not sorry," Lee added with a smirk.

The Weasley twins’ friend, Lee Jordan... GRYFFINDOR SCORE!’

The Gryffindors in the chamber cheered eagerly.

Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air... No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?’

"I wish I was there to watch you play, Harry," Sirius said softly. "I'll be at every single match your younger self plays though. I promise."

"Thanks Sirius."

‘Nope,’ said Ron... ‘We don’t want you attacked before you have to be.’

"Good advice, especially for your first game," Sirius nodded.

When Angelina had scored... one of the Weasleys’ wristwatches, 

"Oops! That was me," George admitted.

and once a Bludger decided to come... furiously towards Marcus Flint.

George smiled sadly, remembering his twin.

‘Slytherin in possession,’... that had passed his left ear. 

"Foolish child," Severus muttered.

Harry saw it... WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below - 

"What happened?" several people demanded.

Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose... ‘Foul!’ screamed the Gryffindors. 

"Cheating little..."

"Sirius," Remus murmured.

Madam Hooch spoke angrily... Red card!’ 

"What the hell is a red card?" one of the deatheaters asked.

"It's a muggle football thing," Harry explained, feeling somewhat weirded out that he was talking about football of all things with a deatheater. "If you get two yellow cards, you get a red card, or I think you can get one without a yellow one, if you do something bad enough, and with a red card, you're sent off."

"Right. Seems reasonable. Why don't we have red and yellow sparks? That would be easy enough to understand. Speed the whole thing up, I imagine too."

‘This isn’t football, Dean... ‘They oughta change the rules, Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air.’

"It is a bit odd you can't be sent off, isn't it?" the deatheater, Rockwood commented to his younger self.

Lee Jordan was finding it difficult... ‘Jordan, I’m warning you – ’

Several people were laughing now. "You might be the best commentator Hogwarts has ever had," Sirius said.

"Hey!" Remus growled.

"Sorry Moony," Sirius grimaced.

‘All right, all right... frightening lurch.

"What was that?" Sirius asked, all good humour gone.

For a split second... which almost unseated him.

"Someone's cursed your broom," Sirius said, sitting forward, his back tight with stress.

Lee was still commentating...  and twitching as it went. 

"Why hasn't anyone noticed?" Sirius demanded. "Where were you all?"

The teachers didn't know what to say. For the most part they were in the stands but hadn't noticed until it was too late to act.

‘Dunno what Harry thinks he’s doing,’... holding on with only one hand. 

"Oh Merlin and Morgana," Sirius muttered, pulling both boys closer.

‘Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?... do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand.’

"Quite right," Amelia said sternly. "Which means one of the adults at the match is trying to kill Potter. Were the aurors informed?"

The teachers all slunk back in their chairs, glaring at the headmaster.

"That's going on the list too then," Madam Bones said, folding her arms.

At these words, Hermione seized Hagrid’s binoculars... ‘I knew it,’ Hermione gasped. ‘Snape – look.’ 

Everyone looked at the potions master, glaring harshly.

"Not happened yet," he reminded them, "besides I could have been performing the counter curse."

He had a horrible feeling that he was going to be the villain in this story right until they realised he wasn't at the very end. People always blamed him. He mentally shrugged. He should be used to it by now.

"It wasn't him, Sirius," Harry murmured quietly. "Professor Snape has saved my life more times than I can count."

Ron grabbed the binoculars... ‘Leave it to me.’ 

"And just what were you going to do?" Minerva asked. She knew for a fact the girl hadn't come to her with her suspicions.

Hermione stared at her feet.

Before Ron could say another word... Marcus Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing.

"That slimy toad!" Several gryffindors complained.

‘Come on, Hermione... she knocked Professor Quirrell headfirst into the row in front.

Moody sat forward at that. Why was that mentioned? Was it just a random piece of information? Or something more sinister? It wouldn't make sense for Potter to sit here comfortably with someone who'd tried to kill him, would it... What if...?

Reaching Snape... on to the hem of Snape’s robes.

"You set your teacher on fire?" Minerva whispered. She could not believe the things she was hearing in this story. "Miss Granger, how -"

"I thought he was cursing Harry," she said belligerently.

"Then come to a teacher," Minerva said coldly. She was trying very hard not to lose her temper.

"And in the meantime, Harry could be dead." Hermione crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You were there, but you did nothing. Flitwick was there, he didn't do anything either. There were other teachers present. Madam Hooch... No one was doing anything!"

Severus wasn't sure how he felt about the fact one of his students had actually set fire to his clothing. He couldn't decide to reward her for being sneaky or chastise her for being so disrespectful. He could certainly appreciate the loyalty to her friend.

It took perhaps thirty seconds... A sudden yelp told her she had done her job.

"I do not yelp," Severus said with a glare.

"No professor. Of course not," she said, shaking her head, fear clear in her eyes.

"As long as you are aware of that fact," Severus said snidely.

Scooping the fire off him into a little jar... – Snape would never know what had happened. 

"Oh, how wrong you are, Miss Granger," Severus said.

It was enough... as though he was about to be sick

"Oh now what?" Sirius looked honestly petrified.

– he hit the pitch on all fours –... the game ended in complete confusion. 

"Well done, Harry!" Sirius said, hugging his godson closely.

‘He didn’t catch it, he nearly swallowed it,’...  ‘Why would Snape do somethin’ like that?’

"Thank you, Hagrid," Severus smiled at the half-giant. But Hagrid looked torn. He didn't know what to make of the deatheater. He'd killed Albus, after all.

"Right, yeah, well..." Hagrid huffed.

Severus blinked, feeling a little hurt by Hagrid's clear discomfort.

Harry, Ron and Hermione... he was trying to steal whatever it’s guarding.’

"It could be someone else," Moody said. "I'd be careful not to run away with the idea."

Hagrid dropped the teapot... ‘But Snape’s trying to steal it.’ 

"I would never," Severus said seriously. "I have no desire to..."

He paused when he noticed that Potter was shaking his head. Ah, he didn't want them all to know the truth too soon. Probably wanted to see if anyone would guess what was hidden in the school. Or if they could work out who was actually trying to steal it.

‘Rubbish,’ said Hagrid again... Snape wasn’t blinking at all, I saw him!’

"Same rules apply for most counters," Lucius said gently.

‘I’m tellin’ yeh, yer wrong!’ said Hagrid hotly... Nicolas Flamel –’ 

"Oh, no!" Sirius got to his feet. "Tell me right now, you did not place the philosopher's stone in Hogwarts!"

The teachers remained quiet.

"Have you lost your minds?" Sirius began pacing. "You are educators! Not Gringotts Goblins hoarding treasure! What game are you playing Albus? Risking the lives of your students like this?"

‘Aha!’ said Harry... Hagrid looked furious with himself.

"Oh Hagrid," Minerva said with a sigh. No wonder Potter knew so much about the stone.

"Don't Oh Hagrid him!" Sirius bellowed. "You should have known better Minerva! Hogwarts is a school. First and foremost, your job is to protect and educate the students within its walls. Not house ancient artifacts that every criminal would want to get their hands on. That's just asking for trouble."

"I still want to know why the aurors were not informed," Amelia said. "I have not had an answer. A student nearly died. What sort of investigation was there?"

The teachers glanced between each other.

"You have nothing to say?" Amelia pressed. "Should I presume that means no investigation was held? Then I have to inform you that I will be looking very closely into how the school is run and all of your jobs will be at risk. I do not like what I am hearing."

"The ministry has no..." Albus began.

"I'm getting fed up of hearing that, Albus," Amelia said. "If I have to, I will start a boycott among the Lords and Ladies of the great houses, then there will be no Hogwarts."

Notes:

So what do you think...???? Tell me just how much you love Madam Bones right now? Plus how great is it seeing Harry have an actual parental figure stand up for him?

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 13th February

And like that, after last week's decidedly unhip offerings from the perpetually grandfatherly Pat Boone, the 1950s as you imagine them happening are back with a bang! (And with it a bit of bonus lore about my weird childhood music listening habits).

At the Hop - Danny & the Juniors (peaked at Number 3)

I should confess here that I have known and loved this song for a long time. It was the title track for at least one disc of a four-disc Shake, Rattle and Roll set of rock and roll compilation CDs that for some reason I owned as a kid. They weren't my family's CDs, they were mine, and I loved them (and played them) every bit as much as I loved (and played) my Disney hits CD, my Pop Party compilations and my Harry Potter audiobooks. I have no idea how or why I ended up with these CDs. I have no idea why I latched onto them so hard. I have absolutely no idea what my parents must have thought of me bopping round my bedroom to tracks like this. I do, however, think it's a not-insignificant part of the reason why I'm doing this project now - a mix of nostalgia and just a general love of rogue older music.

So yeah, all that to say that this song feels weirdly nostalgic for me. I distinctly remember enjoying this song for its pace, its silly hop hop hop hop backing singers and its stupidly catchy, repetitive hook. And honestly, I think that all holds up. It's just a good song - a bit repetitive, with lots of let's go to the hop, but all tied up with these tight doo-wop harmonies, a classic 12-bar blues structure, and this driving piano playing triplets underneath everything, keeping the song tripping along. There's even a section where the piano plays a solo and you get all these hand claps. In short, this has everything you might want - perfect for reeling in particularly discriminating pre-teens.

I also enjoy the glimpse we get into 1950s youth music habits that the song gives us. I think as a kid I assumed a hop was a type of bar, but no, it's a reference to a "sock hop", which is a phrase I've heard a lot but never really has a solid concept of. A sock hop, then, was apparently an informal dance for young people held typically in school cafeterias and gymnasiums from the 1940s onwards. Before the rise of sneakers, the idea was that you had to take your shoes off so as to not damage the floor - and it's at venues like this that novelty dances took off and whole genres of music, particularly rock and roll, doo-wop or otherwise, really got their start.

The song's lyrics, appropriately for this, also reference a bunch of novelty and fad dances, as Danny sings about how you can rock it, you can roll it / Do the stomp and even stroll it / At the hop / You chalypso when you chicken at the hop / Do the dance sensations that are sweepin' the nation / At the hop. They're deliberately difficult lyrics, sung at breakneck pace and made opaque to anybody but the coolest and best informed teens on the block - certainly nobody above the age of 18 was coming away from this record any better informed about what the kids were doing, and to be honest, that's probably deliberate. These are the Tiktok dances of their day, and half the fun is doing them, but the other half is baffling your parents and pretending like your parents arejust soooo uncool for not knowing how to chalypso when you chicken. Honestly, dad, ugh.

But yeah, it's a good song, and while Danny and the Juniors aren't quite one-hit wonders, this is definitely the thing they ended up best known for. In fact, it has quite the afterlife - it got covered at Woodstock, over a decade later, and the original version got reused four years after that for the film American Graffiti, which prompted a rerelease or Danny and the Juniors' original that seems to have done pretty well for itself. So yeah, a nice little success story for a track that couldn't be more stereotypically 1950s if it tried!

Love Me Forever - Marion Ryan (5)

And we go from pacy 1950s excess to this, a track that definitely slows the pace down. Marion Ryan is not a name I'd ever come across until I listened to this, but apparently she was quite the popular artist in the UK. She did occasionally appear on the Goon Show - a mark against her, if you've seen my Goons entries - but that misfortune notwithstanding, this is a pretty standard bit of British pop balladeering, nothing wrong with it.

Marion has a voice that somehow is just very British, mannered without being too old-fashioned, and technically very good, without ever thrilling me. It's not dissimilar to Petula Clark, and has a quality to it that wouldn't feel entirely out of place in the 1960s, something in the way she hangs back then leans into certain words, without ever really belting, or pehaps it's just in the indulgent la la la la bits. I don't know, the overall effect is pretty timeless, is maybe what I want to say here.

The song doesn't have much to say for itself, just lots of Marion asking her love to Love me / Love me forever / Take me, make me your own. There's a bit of promising, a bit of kissing strongly and sweetly, and a bit of swearing to be true, now and forever, as I love you. It's simple, and I also do think that this simplicity might be what makes this song feel more modern, to my ears - earlier in the 1950s you'd have had a lot more rhetorical flourishes and cruft. This is simple, stripped-back - not quite singer-songwriter, but it's going for that same bare, confessional vibe, I guess.

All this, backed simply with some (very extra) backing singers, an electric guitar that also sounds maybe like a mandolin (?) and some notionally vaguely Latin background drumming rhythms. All of which, when I write it down together, sounds like quite a weird combination, but Marion does just about make it work. So there's that.

I think writing about that last song, I might have brough myself round to liking a lot more than I did the first time I hit play? I certainly think it's a lot less old-fashioned than I initially assumed - ironically, it's actually a lot more forward-facing than the theoretically much more hip At the Hop, which is cool, but will age like milk as soon as any of the dances in it go out of style. But nostalgia has to win the day, for me. At the Hop is just a good song, man!

Favourite song of the bunch: At the Hop

[draco-spencers-paramour]

May i please request a slytherin reader where she gets in trouble with umbridge and is punished with a "i must not tell lies" scar on her arm. She tries to hide it from draco but he finds out? Ive always wondered how draco would react ;) thank you in advance!

yes i’m on it!! x

draco malfoy x fem!slytherin!reader

tw: torture, violence, mentions blood loss, angst, fluff reader discretion is advised. And this is quite long

seeing between the lines

you knew it was a bad idea joining Dumbledore army after Harry had asked. But after all, Hermione was your best friend, to Draco’s dismay and you were the go between being a Slytherin you had access to the plans of the Inquisitorial Squad unfortunately led by your boyfriend Draco.

You felt awful lying to him but you were also angry at him for trying to destroy Harry and his friends, the DA to be specific which he was yet to find out that you were apart of. However it all fell apart for you very quickly when you were discovered by Crabbe and Goyle practicing defence spells with Parvati. They escorted you both to the office where you were met with the shocked face of Umbridge. You gave the two boys a fleeting death stare as to warn them off of telling Draco that you were part of the DA. “Restrain them.” Umbridge smiled as the Slytherin boys tied your hands to the chair.

“I am truly disappointed girls. Why ever were you engaging in such treacherous magic.” she clasped her hands together as you and Parvati glanced at one another fearfully. “In all due respect Professor, we were just having a little bit of fun it was nothing serious.” She furrowed her brows, still with that wicked grin on her face and walked towards you slowly “Don’t lie.” you shook your head “I’m not professor.” the next two seconds were a blur as she smacked you straight across the face “I told you not to lie Miss y/l/n. With many years of experience in the ministry I know a defence spell when i hear one. Unfortunately you will have to face consequences now.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes from the sting of her slap as you saw yourself in the mirror she had also drawn blood from your cheek. She turned to Parvati who was practically shaking in her chair “Are you practicing defence magic with other members of your class Miss Parvati? Like Mr Potter perhaps.” you knew how good of a liar Parvati was “No Professor. Of course not, it’s against the rules.” Umbridge took that bait.“One month detention. You can go now Miss Patil but I’ll watching you.”

The gryffindor girl nodded before being released and practically running for her life out of Umbridge’s office. “Now what to do with you Miss Y/L/N.” you struggled against your chair and she shushed you “Now now. What’s all this commotion? You’ve disobeyed the rules surely you realise you deserve to be punished.” you shook your head squeezing your eyes shut. “You think i don’t know about your….relations with Mr Malfoy. Which too, is also forbidden in my school. I suppose I should punish you for that too. However Draco has been more that helpful in assisting me to keep this school in order so I’ll spare that punishment…for now.”

She circled around to her desk draw, taking out her wand, a piece of paper and a pen. “I would like you to write lines for today’s punishment. You will write I must not tell lies seven hundred times on this piece of paper. You will not be released from my office until you have finished.” Crabbe released one of your hands “Wait outside the door please boys and lock it.” Umbridge explained. Your stomach dropped and you picked up the pen with a shaky hand before you started writing. I must not tell lies I must not tell lies I must not tell lies. as you began to write line number 15 you felt a sharp stinging pain in your arm.

You rolled up your sleeves and saw your own writing cutting into your skin. You eyes began to water again as the pain got stronger. You pleaded with Umbridge as she sat watching you, the happy expression never leaving her pug-like face. “Please…no.” you said in choked whisper. She sighed and shook her head “I feared you’d say that Miss Y/L/N. Now carry on or I’m afraid I will have to take matters into my own hands. I don’t like disobedient children.”

You carried on writing, each sentence cutting in the same spot in your arm making you cry out in pain until you could no longer write. Umbridge took clear joy from your punishment and stood up coming around her desk once more “I’m afraid you’ve left me with no choice but to carry out it myself.” she fluttered her eyes with evil intent. “You’re the devil.” you cried , straining against the chair “That is an a terrible thing to say to your headmistress. You horrible little girl.” and with the flick of her wand she carried on the sentences, carving into your arm making you scream out in pain.

It went on for almost 4 hours. Even Crabbe and goyle felt bad and knew that they wouldn’t be the only ones able to hear your blood curdling screams that could wake an army. But everyone knew where they came from and who was causing them. The who would be the mystery unless the boys and Parvati were to tell people that it was you being punished which they probably would. When you were finally released, it was nightfall and you were seriously injured. “Mr Goyle please come back in.” when the boys opened the door and crabbe nearly passed out from the sight of you, half of you soaked in your own blood and struggling to stay conscious, surprised you were even alive.

“I hope you learned your lesson Miss Y/L/N.” You dragged yourself to the hospital wing assisted by Goyle “You tell Draco… and i’ll kill you.” you choked out at the boy holding you up. He said nothing and nodded. Goyle was going to tell Draco no matter what you said. Madame Pomfrey attended you immediately, luckily there were no other students in the hospital wing. She patched you up with a sympathetic look of deep concern on her face “Stay here till morning and then you can go back to your dorm. But you must rest for a few days. You lost quite a lot of blood.”

You sighed weakly lying in the hospital bed as pomfrey connected your bandaged arm to an IV and within minutes you were asleep. When you awoke the next morning you felt a hand holding yours. Opening your eyes you were met with the puffy red face of Hermione. “Mione.” you smiled groggily. “I’m so relieved you’re okay.” she wiped her tears and rubbed her thumb over the top of your hand. She helped you sit up in your bed fluffing the pillows behind you “I’m guessing Parvati told everyone.” Hermione shook her head “Just the DA. To keep everyone vigilant.” You bit the inside of your cheek nervously “Could you hear it? When Umbridge was punishing me?”

She cast her eyes to the floor “I was in charms class at the time but I’m pretty sure everyone could Y/N. You know thats how Umbridge frightens students to follow her orders. Remember when it was Hannah?” you rolled your eyes “I know. But everyone will gossip about it today.” Hermione gave you a weak smile as you continued “Wait. Draco’s in your charms class.” “Don’t worry Y/N. He looked visibly uncomfortable when it was happening but I don’t think he could tell it was you. Parvati covered for you and told him you were studying in your dorm and didn’t want any distractions from anyone. Whether or not he listened to her is another matter entirely.”

“Right well I better not waste anymore time he’ll be looking for me.” You insisted. Hermione shook her head “It’s sad really. He’s your boyfriend yet…” you finished her sentence “Yet he’s the head of the inquisitorial squad determined to rat everyone out just keep him and his idiot friends out of the trouble. Mione I know, I currently hate him for it.” She helped you up out of bed as madame pomfrey came over. She took your bandages off to reveal a fresh red cracked scar reading i must not tell lies.

Hermione observed your arm with a deep frown on her face “Oh Y/N….” you shrugged dejectedly as pomfrey collected a clean uniform and set it down on your bed. “I’ll still do whatever I can to help. Even more so now this happened. That she-devil needs to be chucked out of this school.” You pulled on your uniform making sure the scar was hidden under your jumper. Your arm was sore but it wasn’t unbearable you prayed Draco wouldn’t notice but you knew that facing him was going to be difficult for you.

You walked slowly back to your dorm, deliberately stalling. However it was no use and before you knew it you were making your way through the door of the common room. Of course there Draco sat on the plush green sofa. You immediately felt a lump in your throat and pretended not to notice him like it would solve the problem. He watched you walk by small smile on his face at your absent mindedness. As you got to the bottom of the stairs you felt is his arms wrap around your waist “Where are you off to my darling? I knocked on your dorm this morning but you weren’t in. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” draco sighed into your neck.

you turned yourself out of his hold looking up at him to meet his icy blue gaze “Sorry went to the library I’ve just been studying a lot. I’m still quite busy Draco so I’m gonna get back to my dorm” his brows furrowed “But I didn’t see you all day yesterday. Had to put up with all that screaming from Umbridge’s office and Patil, a gryffindor, letting me know that youd locked yourself in your dorm to study. Cant I just hang out in your room or you can come to mine-“ you felt yourself beginning to choke up and get angry at his words so you cut him off “Draco. I’m busy. Not now.” and you took off up the stairs as he stood rejected watching your figure retreat into the dark hallway.

You threw yourself on your bed sobbing into the pillows. You had no idea how to act in front of Draco. You were so angry yet you loved him so much. For the rest of the day you showered and got into some comfy clothes before catching up on some schoolwork and getting some more rest. You felt your stomach begin to rumble so you got up again and trudged your way down to the great hall. You came down into the common where unfortunately Draco and all his friends were still sat. Blaise noticed you first and nudged the blonde boy. Draco looked at you hopefully as you ignored him once again.

“Y/N.” he called out to you. Internally cringing you faced him with a polite smile “Hi.” he scratched the back of his head “Did I uh- do something?” you shook your head as you felt the anger bubble within you “It just seems like I have. You’ve been acting really off with me today. Are you feeling ill? You don’t look well. You’ve been studying too much.” you rolled your eyes as your saw the other boys listening in on your conversation “I’m stressed, I need to study I already told you. Or is that not okay? I don’t want to do this in front of your mates Draco.” you turned to go back to your dorm but he grabbed your arm. The one with scar making you cry out in pain. He noticed immediately “Shit, are you okay darling? Did I hurt you?” You stepped back from him “No it’s fine. I just want some alone time Draco, please.”

You went back to your dorm even though you were starving and after an hour you eventually gave in. Giving it one last attempt you headed down to the great hall without any attention seeking from your boyfriend. Crabbe, Goyle and Draco were still sitting in the common room although this time there was no laughing or joking that could be heard “We have something to tell you.” Crabbe played nervously with the hem of his robe “Okay? what?” Draco looked at the boy suspiciously “You won’t like it.” Goyle admitted.

The slytherin prince sat back into the sofa “Well now you have to tell me. Is it to do with the DA? Cause you know we need to go to umbridge immediately if there’s information you’ve found.” Goyle sighed “No but well..sort of. Its complicated.” Draco frowned “For God sake spit it out.” “It’s Y/N.” Crabbe confessed “What are you talking about?”But if there was ever worse timing for you to return the from the great hall, this was it. you heard the heated exchange between the boys and caught Goyle ratting you out to Draco as you opened the common room door

“We saw her performing a defence spell with parvati so we took them to umbridge’s office. But we didn’t realise Umbridge was going to punish her with the lines. So the uh…the…the screams were hers. She was bleeding, that’s bit of an understatement really. And then I took her to the hospital wing after Umbridge had…finished with her. But I had to Draco.” You stormed into the room “Goyle! You asshole I told you not to say anything.” you yelled as Dracos heart dropped and eyes widened with horror as faced you.

“What? You mean yesterday when…all those screams..that was you.” his body when numb. “Yes. it was.” You eyes produced fresh tears as they flicked between the three boys “It’s your fault. All of you. Especially you Draco. You and your stupid fucking mates, you’ll do anything to destroy Harry. This is what your doing to people. To me. The person you love and the people trying to save this school from deatheaters and voldemort.” You screamed at him,rolling up your sleeve pointing at your arm with tears streaming your face as he stared at you as you headed off back to your dorm.

Draco ran after you shutting the door behind him “Y/N I-“ you cut him off, shouting “That monster of a woman tortured me for hours for using one defence spell. One. I nearly died! And yes I am part of the DA before you ask. I have to be if I want to survive in this school. God, Draco if anyone should be helping us it’s you! You hate your family and everyone knows they’re deatheaters anyway.” admittedly you felt bad for saying it but it was true. You turned away from him, sitting on your bed and sobbed “Go on turn me in then.” silence. You faced him again “If you have nothing to say then leave.”

he sat down and suddenly grabbed your waist, pulling you into his lap “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he whispered over and over as tears streamed down his face “i love you. forgive me.” his gaze flicked to the scar on your arm, feeling wracked with an overwhelming guilt. You both held each other until your crying had turned to sniffles. Draco held one side of your face as he cradled the rest of your body “I can’t tell you how much I regret acting this way. You wouldn’t have suffered if I hadn’t have been Umbridge’s pet. That woman deserves Azkaban.”

You smiled “It’s true. You’ve definitely made yourself even more hated than usual. You know that Umbridge is insufferable and inquisitorial squad is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of. You lot made a lot of people suffer.” Draco hung his head in shame “I know. I promise I will spend a lot of my free time hating myself.” you giggled nuzzling into your boyfriend “Well I’m glad you feel that way. Though there is one thing you could do. You could stay in the inquisitorial but you wont tell on anyone. Make Umbridge think everything’s perfect and let the DA carry on to drive her out the school.” He nodded “If it protects you, I’ll do anything.” you gave him a stern look “So you’ll stop going after Harry too?” He sighed “Yes I will stop going after Harry. I’ll even talk to my father and the ministry about Umbridge.”

He kissed you deeply stroking your hair “I promise, anything for you. Now let’s rest and let me take care of you sweetheart.” You laid in your bed with Draco, his arms wrapped tightly around your body coaxing you off to sleep. And for the first time in a long time you felt hopeful about the future.

hope it’s not too dramatic lols. Also if you are following my Draco series I’m am still continuing with it I’m trying to finish the next chapter xx

[bchanslvr]

Harry Potter accidentally calling reader mommy?

warnings — AFAB!READER. mommy kink, slight bondage, pegging, praise/degradation, oral (f reciving), mentions of titties & lactation and finally not proof read cuz i wanna get this out quickly. lmk if i missed anything.

summary — what if harry calls you mommy accidentally?

a/n — haven't written smut for him in a while so you know i had to go all out !!

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He's tied to the headboard in a pretty red rope as you're riding him, and he's watching you use his cock like he was just some toy. He's groaning and panting, begging and crying for you to let him touch you. And on a particularly hard roll of your hips he accidentally moans out “mommy please”.

You felt a pang of arousal you had never felt before as he said those words and clench around him tightly. Even though he's nearing the part of delusion he notices and says it again.

Now it's your turn to groan as you roll your hips harder, hands gripping his hair.

And everybody knows he has a hair pulling kink so when you do he lets the most loudest most delicious whine out of his kissable lips.

He's looking at you like you're his entire world and you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

And with having found his new found kink, you abuse that power because he will do just about anything for praise.

"mommy's good little boy"

He has no shame. Will beg for anything and everything without shame because he feels safe with you to show that vulnerable side of him.

God pussy eater.

Will gobble you down because he wants to please you over and over again till you're pushing his head off of your poor cunt.

Obsessed with your tits also.

Doesn't matter if they're big or small, a tities a titty and he'll take it.

He'll be laying on your tits and trying to grope and suck on them any chance he gets.

If you lactate then it’s over for you because that boy will be on your tits for the rest of his life.

He'll be balls deep in you and then get a urge to suck on your tits so he'll stop and lay on you as he slurps on them.

Did you know Chosen One Harry Potter loves it up the ass?

Peg him!!

and degrade him.

Call him mommy’s little slut and he will cum on the spot.

Such a little slutty boy for you.

Takes the fucking like a champ all the way, drooling and begging for you to be harder and use him.

Fuck sometimes he forgets about taking care of himself and will just break you to the point of exhaustion even though he's outta his mind babbling about being "mommy's good boy" always.

He'll do things no man or woman have ever done to you.

Do you know those porn videos where you sit in between their legs as they finger your cunt from behind and they're just clinging onto their partners hands, and trying to close their legs but their partner just keeps spreading them apart?

Yeah he'll do that to you.

Sometimes he doesn't have the energy for anything and just wants to be nice and warm in mommy's cunt so he'll fuck in the sideways position as he spoons you.

He'll be kissing down your neck desperately as he ruts into you from behind.

Speaking of necks, if you go anywhere near it he folds immediately.

His weak spot fr.

Other times like the first tie he called you mommy he will let you use him for all your desires.

He's just a pliable cute little dildo for you.

Sucker for orgasm denial and chasity if you're into that.

Is never a brat.

Unless you're busy and ignoring him and he wants your attention so he'll tease you until it gets the best of you so you punish him with it.

Overall just your good little mommy's boy that just wants to be taken care of in your hands.

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Making It Work (Chapter Four)

Even though Harry knew that he needed to apologize, he found himself incapable of doing so. Every time he looked at the other man, the words got swallowed by the sheer irritation he felt at being put in this situation in the first place.

It wasn't fair. And frankly, Harry had a hard time with anything that smacked of unfairness at this point, his mind healer would certainly tell him that was a trauma response.

Still, as the next three days wore on and they continued to either not talk at all or bicker with each other, as they came to verbal blows, if not physical yet, Harry knew something had to give. This wasn't sustainable.

So, Harry set his alarm early the next morning and rolled out of bed, intent on apologizing for being an arse, on owning his part in their disagreements. He trudged into the kitchen, shoving his glasses up into his hair so he could rub his eyes as he went. 

He started by making coffee, hoping that Malfoy drank coffee in the morning, too. Then he pulled out eggs and bacon, grabbed chives, onions, and mushrooms, noting sadly that there weren’t any peppers. As the vegetables started chopping themselves and the beater scrambled the eggs, he started frying up the bacon. While the bacon sizzled away, filling the house with the delightful, comforting smell, he combined the veggies and eggs and set about making omelets. 

It was only another ten minutes before he’d plated omelets, bacon, toast, and orange slices. Breakfast didn’t look half bad, if he said so himself. He set their plates out on the table, along with their coffee and put everything under a stasis charm to keep it warm. 

Just as he was headed to knock on Malfoy’s door, motion from the deck caught his eye. He glanced over toward the windows to see that Malfoy was out on the deck, blonde hair (tied up in a loose topknot that Harry refused to admit was sexy as hell) glinting in the sun, bare chest glistening with sweat, and sweatpants slung low on his sharp hip bones as he held his body in a perfect warrior pose. 

He was undeniably beautiful from a purely aesthetical standpoint. Too bad his personality was so off putting.

As Harry watched, Malfoy arched his back and moved into a reverse warrior pose and Harry could see the definition of his tightly toned muscles in his lean stomach. He held the position for far longer than Harry could imagine that he himself would have been able to, before Malfoy's body effortlessly transitioned into a side angle, his arm reaching up high. 

From there he slowly, gracefully flowed through to a flawless triangle pose, then a half moon pose making it look like it was the most natural thing in the world to hold yourself on one leg, with your other leg at a ninety degree angle to your body. 

Harry held his breath as Malfoy moved into downward dog, pressing his heels flat to the ground, his (shapely) arse in the air. He couldn’t help the way his mind wandered as he watched Malfoy hold his body in that pose for long moments. 

Then he eased out of it and into chaturanga, holding his body in a perfectly straight line, the muscles in his biceps bulging as he kept his arms tight to his body. His hips slowly lowered to the floor and Malfoy pressed his torso up off the ground, his neck elongating into a gorgeous cobra pose and Harry watched as a bead of sweat rolled down his neck, along his collarbones, and into the divot at the base of his throat. 

After a long moment held in that position, Malfoy rolled his back up and folded himself back onto his knees as his arms stretched out on the mat in front of him and he was in the perfect child’s pose.  

Eventually, Malfoy gracefully rose from his mat and before Harry could even think to stop looking, Malfoy turned to come inside. He froze when he caught sight of Harry through the glass door.

“Sorry,” Harry managed to splutter, “Breakfast is... I should have... I-”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow, “Enjoying the view, Potter?” he asked as he stepped through the door and into the living room. 

“Err,” Harry said.

“Did you make coffee?” Malfoy asked with a sniff as he walked toward the kitchen and filled a glass of water from the tap.

“Yes,” Harry said, glad that he could say something that didn’t make him sound like an idiot. 

“Enough for two?” Malfoy asked before taking a long draw of his water. 

Harry watched him swallow before managing to get himself out of his stupor, “Yes. I also made toast and omelets if you’re interested.”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow at him, “Well that’s unexpected.”

Harry followed him to the table and sat down in the seat he’d taken that first night when Malfoy had held out an olive branch that Harry had squashed. “Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Listen, Malfoy,” he started, “I wanted to say sorry-”

“There’s no need,” Malfoy said shortly as he bit into the omelet. “Thank you for breakfast but honestly, there’s no need for you to apologize. I knew this partnership would be hard for you.” He looked up, then dipped his head as he amended, “For both of us, really. There is a lot of history between us and I know I will need to earn your trust as you need to earn mine.” 

“Still,” Harry said. “Those things I said, well thought,” he corrected since he’d never said them outloud. “It wasn’t fair of me. I’m sure the past five years since the war have been complete hell for you. And I’m sorry.”

Malfoy nodded once, “Apology accepted.” He set his fork and knife down as he looked at Harry, “I don’t expect us to be best friends or anything, Potter, but I do think we might be able to work together.”

Harry shrugged, “Maybe,” he said. Then he cleared his throat and changed the topic, “So, you’re pretty good at yoga.”

Malfoy snorted, “Enjoyed that, did you?” Harry skin heated but before he could say anything stupid Malfoy continued, “It’s very centering for me.”

“Where did you learn?” Harry asked around a bite of his omelet. 

“Oh, I learned when I was a boy,” he said with a shrug. “When I was young, before Hogwarts,” he added, “I had a hard time controlling my magic. I was always vanishing things or setting things on fire,” he waved a hand, “so my parents hired a tutor to teach me to do yoga. I worked with the same man when I was home on breaks throughout my years at Hogwarts.”

“Wow,” Harry said, “That is a lot of dedication.”

Malfoy shrugged, “There are all sorts of strange things you’re taught when you’re a pureblood in lines like the one I came from.”

Harry tried not to bristle at the casual way Malfoy said it, “Like what?” he asked because maybe if he understood better he wouldn’t hate it so much. 

“Well,” Malfoy said carefully, “A lot of things come with privilege. I also learned to speak Latin, French, and Greek fluently, along with a handful of others well enough to be able to get by. I took piano lessons until I was fourteen. I was taught to paint as a child, taught classical literature, basic alchemy, things like that.” He tilted his head at Harry, “You went to a muggle school as a child, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Harry replied. “And we certainly weren’t taught things like that.”

Malfoy laughed, “I imagine muggle private schools are similar, though. Or wealthy families who bring tutors into their homes.”

Harry nodded, “I suppose. Dudley went to private schools, I’m not sure what he learned, really, but he was never the brightest bulb in the box.”

“Who’s Dudley?” Malfoy asked, wrinkling his nose and sounding out the name as though it were a disease of some sort. 

“Cousin,” Harry said. “He was a few months older than me.”

“Why did Dudley go to a different school than you?” Malfoy asked, sounding genuinely curious. 

Harry rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, he didn’t talk about his childhood before Hogwarts. Still. If he was going to try to make this work a little bit of trust between the two of them was certainly required. “Because he was their son,” he said lamely, “and I was just a burden dumped on them.”

Malfoy stared at him calculatingly for a moment then opened his mouth but before he could speak, one of the tempus charms Malfoy had set alerted him. “Salazar,” he muttered. He flicked his wrist to silence it and turned to look at Harry again. “I have to get ready or I’ll be late to work, but I’d like to...” he trailed off uncertainly. “That is to say, if you’d want to...” he swallowed. “I would like to hear more about your childhood later, if you want.”

“Yeah, alright,” Harry said, even though he had no idea why. If you’d asked him yesterday there is no one he would rather talk to less about his childhood than Malfoy. But that was yesterday. 

Malfoy’s lips quirked in the corner and he nodded once before sending his plate and silverware to the sink with a flick of the wrist and picking up his coffee to take with him to get ready. “Thank you for breakfast.”

Harry shrugged carelessly, “it was the least I could do after-“

“I already said you don’t have to apologize,” he interrupted. 

“I was going to say after the dinner you made the other night,” Harry replied. 

“Oh. Alright then,” he opened his mouth as though he might say more but then closed it again as he toward his room. 

“Oh, Malfoy?” Harry called. 

“Mmhmm?” He hummed through a sip of coffee as he turned to look at Harry. 

“Maybe you could tell me a little bit about what it was like growing up with magic?” 

“Could do,” Malfoy replied. “If you’d like.”

“I would, I think,” Harry said. 

“Alright. Tonight, then.”

“Yeah,” Harry said as Malfoy turned and started toward his room once more. “Tonight," he repeated, a little uncertainly.

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[jaesqueso]

member: haechan

genre: fluff/crack

movie quote: “You're a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant... but scary.” Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, 2001

wordcount: 999

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“And the two teams moving to the final round are…”

Everybody makes drum roll sounds on the tables awaiting the announcement.

“Jeno and Jaemin!”

The two boys instantly chest bump and proceed to hype up the crowd that cheers for them.

“Versus Haechan and Y/N!”

Your team mate widens his eyes not believing he actually heard your names as you shake his shoulders telling him it’s true.

“Alright everyone, we’ll do a fifteen minute break and then we’ll kick off with the last round of the quiz!”

When Haechan’s friends suggested to go out to a game night at a bar they hang out on sometimes you were a bit worried that they’ll see your competitive side. It hasn’t been that long since you and him started dating and you’re still getting to know his friends, what will they think when they see you go above and beyond to win?

Divided in teams of two, along with other contestants, as soon as the game started your worries were forgotten and luckily you and Haechan make a great pair.

The first two to go were Jisung and Mark, the oldest one wanted the other one to answer but he got shy and they ended up not being fast enough to keep up with the other teams. Then it was Chenle and Renjun, always sure they were right ended up falling for a tricky question and spent the rest of the round blaming each other instead of answering the questions.

Round by round all the other teams got eliminated until all there was left was you and Haechan against Jeno and Jaemin.

“Haechan, you didn’t tell us she was this smart!” Mark congratulates you.

“I didn’t have to, if I’m dating someone of course they’re going to be smart.” Haechan coyly replies making you elbow his side in embarrassment.

“But for real, good luck on the last round, Jeno and Jaemin are quite the team to beat, it’s their brains function as one.” Chenle warns but you’re not concerned.

“I love a good challenge.” You wink as Haechan nods his head proudly at your side.

“And a good challenge you shall get.” Jaemin arrives with a smirk. “Me and Jeno have been winning this game pretty much every time we come here.”

“Guess it’s about time we change things.” You defy and the whole group gasps.

“Oh yeah?” Jeno raises his brows and you simply shrug your shoulders, not fazed. “I like her, Haechan. But let's see if you’re not all bark and no bite.”

“Hope you don’t mind coming back home with a mark then.” You smirk.

“A mark?” Jaemin’s confused.

“From the bitting…” Jeno explains grabbing the other’s shoulder to push him back to their table before the game re-starts. “Lets see what you got.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t hold back.” You say before giving them a little bark as you all laugh.

“Alright everyone, gather around for the grand quiz finale!”

Getting back on your seat you look at Haechan and see his widen eyes and hanging jaw.

“What?” You chuckle pushing is chin up so he closes his mouth.

“You're a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant... but scary.” He simply says regarding your interaction with his friends.

“Don’t worry, I won’t really bite.” You reply but then get closer to him. “Unless you want me to.”

“I-” He can barely reply, feeling his cheeks warm up.

“Just focus ok?” You squeeze his hand and he slowly nods.

The last round of the quiz starts and both teams are going neck on neck getting every question right. The crowd is tensing up, people don’t know which team to cheer on because you’re all doing so well.

“And we’ve reached the final question! Both teams are tied so this will decide everything. The first team to get this right will be declared the winner! Are you ready?”

The whole bar cheers and you exchange looks with Jaemin and Jeno, a final nod with a smirk and you’re ready to go.

“Ok, here we go! A cashier at a butchers is 5 foot 8 inches tall, wears size six shoes, and is 29 years old. What does she weigh?”

You furrow your brows I thought. Glancing over to the other team they look at each other like they’re solving the world’s biggest equation. Turning to Haechan, he scratches the back of his head like this math is too hard for him. But in your head you’re thinking this can’t be a calculation question, it has to be easier that that. And then it hits you.

“I know!” Getting up you raise your arm grabbing everybody’s attention.

“Are you sure?” Haechan asks from behind you but you ignore it trusting your instinct.

“We got an answer! Y/N and Haechan, what say you?”

“Meat!” You say out loud with confidence while every one looks around like you are crazy.

“Meat! Alright. And the answer is…”

Everybody holds their breaths.

“Correct! She’s a butcher so she weighs meat! Congratulations Y/N and Haechan you are the winners of tonight! Please come by the bar to collect your award!”

“We won…” Haechan says incredulous as all his friends gather around congratulating you both.

“Well, well… Seems like the girl can bite!” Jeno praises you for the win. “Don’t let this one go Haechan, otherwise I might steal her for next time.”

“Not in a million years.” Haechan pulls you next to him by the waist, making you giggle. “You’re amazing baby.”

“I know.” You wink and then lower your voice so only he can hear you. “Do you want to stick around and celebrate or would you rather go back home and I’ll show you how I really bite?”

“Guys, me and Y/N gotta go!” Your boyfriend announces already grabbing your things to go. “It was fun though, we should do it again sometime.”

“Already? What about your award?” Jaemin asks.

“You can have it man, consolation prize!”

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Artemis Hexley and the Return to the Riddles

Epilogue: December, 1999

A/N: It started with the fireworks, and it ends with them too. Thank you all for sharing this journey with me and Artemis. There’s so much I want to say, so I’ll do some proper author’s notes later. For now, here is the last ever instalment of the Hexley Saga. Warnings: Spoilers for the Harry Potter series.

It was almost midnight. The night sky was black as pitch, but in the darkness stood a higgledy-piggledy house from which light streamed through the windows, and music and laughter reverberated through the air. It was if the merriment inside couldn’t be contained within its walls and had started to spill out into the garden that surrounded it.

A young woman appeared from thin air and walked up the path, her messy dark hair lifting off her shoulders in the gentle breeze. As she reached the front door, her lips curved into a smile, and she bent down to stroke the titian fur of a marmalade coloured cat who sat under the porch.

“Did you not fancy joining in the party?” she whispered, and the cat purred in response. “No. Me neither.”

The door opened to reveal a tall wizard with a heavily scarred but handsome face and long, red hair tied into a ponytail. The woman straightened up to face him, her smile widening further.

“What time do you call this, Artemis?” asked the wizard, smirking at her. She rolled her hazel eyes at him. “We’re about to leave.”

“Leave?” Artemis wrinkled her nose. “Oh, come on, Bill. Who leaves a New Year’s Eve party before midnight?”

“Who arrives at one in the last hour before?” 

“Sorry. Ros needed help setting up, and then I went to see my aunt and uncle on the way here. I’d have come sooner if I’d known you’d be leaving this early.”

“Well, we’re not actually leaving, it’s just that everyone’s going up to Stoatshead Hill. Mum doesn’t want George setting off the fireworks close to the house. Can’t say I blame her.” Bill grimaced. “The others will Apparate up there, but obviously Fleur can’t right now.”

Artemis raised her eyebrows. “I’m surprised the others all can right now.”

“Enough of them can. That is the downside of having friends with important jobs and babies.”

“So next year you’ll be boring, too?” 

“You are far too sober to accuse me of being boring.”

“For now, anyway,” said a voice from behind Bill, and his brother Charlie squeezed past him to join Artemis on the front step. “Did you find your rowan tree alright?”

“Yeah.”

“How was it?”

“Peaceful.”

“Good,” Charlie smiled good-naturedly and pressed a glass of a burgundy liquid that smelt like marzipan into Artemis’ hands before placing his own into his pockets. “I spoke to Fleur, I thought I’d walk with you. Artemis, you coming?”

Artemis cast a glance inside before nodding her agreement. The party was still loud and bustling, and she wasn’t quite ready to join it. A not insignificant part of her suspected that Charlie knew that.

Once she and the Weasley brothers had been joined by Bill’s wife, whose hat covered her silver-blonde hair and cloak hid the slight swell to her abdomen, the group of four set off up the hill that overlooked the house.

“I cannot wait to be able to Apparate again,” muttered Fleur Weasley, and her husband wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I ‘ope that these fireworks will be worth this walk.”

“Fireworks are worth any walk,” Artemis said. She tilted her head at the couple. “Anyway, Charlie and I were wondering-”

“You were wondering. Keep me out of it.”

“- what you two were planning on doing about godparents.”

“What do you mean?” Bill asked.

“Well, Charlie thinks you’ll pick him, but I think that’s kind of unfair,” Artemis said, ignoring Charlie’s shaking head. “I mean, he already got to be your best man, and he’s going to be the baby’s uncle. Why should he get to be a godparent as well? You should pick someone who hasn’t already had a turn or is related anyway.”

“So, someone like you.”

“Someone like me, or maybe even actually me. I reckon I’d be good at it.”

“Of course you do,” said Bill. He exchanged glances with the woman at his side, who had drawn a protective arm across her front. “Yeah, we’ll consider that offer. Thanks, Artemis.”

“Nice pitch,” Charlie murmured, low enough that Bill and Fleur couldn’t hear him. “I reckon they’ll still pick me, though.”

“I bet you a Sickle that they don’t.”

“Deal.”

By the time they reached the top of the hill, the rest of the party guests - Bill and Charlie’s family, and several old friends - were already there, in varying states of sobriety. In turn, Artemis greeted the people she knew: the Weasleys, Penny Haywood-Parkin and her Quidditch-playing husband Lewis, Jae Kim and Chiara Lobosca, Ben Copper, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Andre Egwu, Tulip Karasu, Merula Snyde, Barnaby and Ellie Lee, Liz Tuttle, and Hagrid. A little boy with hair the same shade of turquoise as Tonks’ had been the night they met, fifteen years before, waved at her, and she found herself having to force a smile in return.

The war Dumbledore had told her would one day come had done so, and had left its survivors with deep scars and losses, of which Bill’s face and Ben Copper’s left leg had been the least severe. Artemis swallowed hard as she turned away from the boy who looked like Tonks and saw George Weasley setting up the fireworks by himself.

Someone asked for the time, and Artemis’ eyes immediately went to her ankle, despite her having not worn a watch on it for years. Beside her, Bill rolled up his sleeves to reveal his own watch, and began to count down from ten, the other guests joining in.

As their countdown reached zero, there was sudden rush of movement, noise, and light. Couples kissed, friends wished one another a happy new year, and George lit the first of his fireworks, which sizzled into the night sky and exploded far above their heads. Artemis felt a soft pressure on her right cheek, and turned to see Charlie at her side, a small smile playing on his freckled face.

“Happy New Year,” he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the darkened horizon, where more fireworks had started to appear in the distance, some sooner, some later, as other groups of wizards, witches, and Muggles waved goodbye to the previous century and ushered in the new one.

Their own display was by far the best, with fireworks taking the shapes of dragons and thunderbirds and phoenixes before erupting into bursts and showers, illuminating the sky with two thousand different colours.

All too soon, however, the spectacle was over, and the party guests prepared to journey back to the Burrow or their own homes. Artemis stayed put. 

“You go on without me,” she said to Bill and Charlie, still watching the Muggle fireworks in the distance. “I want to watch the rest.” 

Charlie frowned at her. “You sure? I don’t mind staying.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Alright,” he shrugged. “I’ll get you a hot chocolate for when you get back.”

“With marshmallows?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Artemis grinned as she looked back out over the view of the countryside, above which there were still Muggle fireworks appearing and disappearing in the distance, small flashes of light in the vast expanse of darkness. 

All alone now, Artemis watched the fireworks and listened to the crackles and whizzes and bangs that were the only noises echoing through the January night. The grass at her feet was damp, the air around her was cold and laced with the scents of pine trees and gunpowder, and her lips still tasted faintly of sloe gin. Her fingers tingled, and her toes were numb, and her pulse coursed through her veins as her heart continued to beat in her chest, reminding her how very alive she was in this moment. Not that she needed the reminder. Right now, standing on Stoatshead Hill at the start of a new year, a new century, a new millennium, she felt more alive and more free than ever. 

Out there in the darkness lay her future, though what it held, she did not know for certain. What she did know was that it was hers, and hers alone, and it was  filled with places to be explored, mysteries to be solved, and adventures to be had. They were all out there, waiting for her to come and find them. And she would.

For now, though, there were more important things waiting for her: a ginger cat, a mug of hot chocolate, and house filled with music and laughter and people she loved dearly. She smiled and wrapped her cloak tighter around her, feeling warmer already.

And as the last firework disappeared into the night sky, so did Artemis Hexley.

THE END.