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@harrypotternetwork creation event The Golden Trio

“It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.”

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Everything was perfect

Harry x reader

A lovely anon requested: Imagine with Harry meeting a pureblood son of a Death Eater first instead of Ron and they becoming best friends? And even though he’s Slytherin he is like really cute and sweet and awkward and rather protective of Harry when Draco’s bullying him? And then like when Harry starts liking somebody he gets really jealous and he’s like really confused why? And then one night at astronomy tower he admits his feelings to Harry and they kiss.. idk, so much fluff- can he also have blue eyes and dark hair?

Note: This was written, intended, for male readers but in all honesty, I feel this can be enjoyed by everyone no matter your gender :) also - please note that I did not make the reader have dark hair etc. as I leave these blanks for each individual reader to fill in <3

Word count: 2759

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Forever tagging: @crownofdaisies @drxgonflyblue

As the rain splattered against the window of the compartment you sat in, legs drawn together and book in hand, a grin overtook your face. The typical English weather was nothing to be happy about but the memories it conjured always gave you a reason to smile. It wasn’t all that long ago that you sat in this compartment, in this train, met a strange boy with a lightning scar and green eyes which shone like emeralds.

How different everything would have turned out, had you gotten to the train on time and found a compartment for yourself, as opposed to reality where you had to search for somewhere which wasn’t already full. One thing was certain; the infamous Harry Potter would have never become your best friend.

The second he mentioned his name and your eyes turned wide you knew that he didn’t have a clue just how widely known he was. Coming from a pureblood family had meant that you knew exactly who he was. Having a father who was a Death Eater meant that you knew exactly why the mere mention of his name in your house was a taboo of sorts.

Growing up, you had been told stories of the Potter boy the same as any other child of magic. However, when you were told the story Harry became the villain rather than the saviour. Only as you grew older did you begin to realise that this may not be the case but instead of arguing about it with your parents, you simply chose to keep quiet.

The day that you met the boy, you saw that he could never possibly be all that he was said to. His clothes were drowning him, his hair looked as though it had never been combed and his smile was too carefree as you told him more about yourself. He certainly didn’t look like someone who wanted to take away magic and destroy its purity. And, the more you thought about this, the easier it became to realise that everything your family had told you had been a load of rubbish. Who cares about the purity of blood when the half-blood who sat opposite you made you feel as happy as you were in that moment?

Those were the ideals you kept with you until today. You were sorted into Slytherin, which was no surprise but the only reason you wished you never were, was the fact Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. This didn’t mean that you couldn’t be friends, though, and you were determined to make Harry yours. Now, six years later, you could say that you succeeded in doing not only this but also in keeping the fact away from your family. The last thing you needed was to be bombarded with constant questions regarding your best friend’s status, which was something you were certain would happen. Putting Harry in any sort of danger just wasn’t an option for you to consider. The mere thought of doing so made your insides curl and churn uncomfortably.

Recently, however, things had become a lot more tense. Nearly two years ago, You Know Who returned and killed Cedric Diggory in a graveyard, making the battle once again very, very real for everyone. Last year, you and a group of others were caught in a fight at the Ministry, which resulted in the death of Harry’s godfather; his last remaining member of remaining family.

The decision between your family and the side you wanted to be on had been an easier one to make than you would have originally thought after you saw your father leading the chase that night in the Ministry. Though, a small part of you suspected that the choice had been made all along since you and the boy with messed up hair had shared an entire trolley of sweets together.

Over the years, your feelings for Harry had become a lot more complex and now, whenever you looked at him you could barely refrain from grinning. The mere spectacle of him set your chest alight with the burning of unanswered questions and his grin could flip your stomach upside down, causing the butterflies could escape their jail. Whenever he was near, your fingers twitched with the impulse to touch him and when he went away your smile grew cold

Though, you knew it was pointless. These feelings you kept chained up in your heart could never be shared. There was no way Harry could ever possibly feel the same; he certainly never made it seem like he could. Besides, what would people say? The Chosen One…with you. Poor, plain, always in the wrong place at the wrong time throughout the years, you.

A loud noise which came from your left went off with a bang and you jumped out of your reverie. Eyes wild and head-turning you searched for the source but relaxed when you almost immediately found a group of Slytherin guys messing around with a couple of the Weasley’s products. You rolled your eyes and turned away to face the Common Room fire which shone an eerie green colour. ‘So much for “never buying them and supporting their joke of a shop,”’ you thought to yourself as memories of these very words came to your head.

Biting your lip nervously, you checked the time on your watch and decided that it was close enough to dinner to begin walking up towards the Great Hall. You sighed as you reached forwards for your forgotten book, closing it with a snap and intending to take it with you on your way as you stood up from your chair.

“Hey! Y/N!” A voice called and your eyes closed involuntarily for a couple of seconds as you breathed a small sigh.

The main thing you hated about your house where the people you shared it with. You could now see how you had been brainwashed to think a certain way while growing up but it was clear no one else in your house had either come to the same realisation or felt brave enough to say it out loud. Even you kept quiet about how you disregarded everything your parents had taught you – with all except Harry, that is.

Turning on your foot, you found yourself coming face to face with Draco. “Y/N!” He cried, smiling falsely. “Running off to see the 'wittle Potter?” He asked scathingly.

Despite you loving and understanding your close relationship with Harry, not many others from Slytherin house did. Draco constantly droned on about how proud and vain Harry supposedly was and whenever you corrected him on his opinions and accusations the complaints turned against you.

“Yes, Draco.” You sighed once more. “I’m going to the Great Hall where everyone else, including Harry, will be so I’m sure I’ll see him.”

Draco faltered for a moment before contorting his face in irritation. “No need to become sarcastic.” He bit out. “I was only asking a question after all.

You huffed. “Well, you were asking a stupid question, weren’t you?”

“Potter’s a twat.” He said. “I don’t know how you, or anyone else for that matter, can stand him.”

“Well,” you said while moving past Draco and towards the door without another look in his direction. “I don’t know how anyone could ever possibly stand to be in the same room as you for more than a couple of minutes. You don’t ever shut up and your voice is grating.”

You had almost gotten to the Common Room door when you felt a hand grab around your bicep and halt you in your tracks. Swinging around, you saw that Draco was there, preventing you from moving away.

“What did you just say to me?” He asked in a tone which suggested you likely shouldn’t anger him or else he may tell his father about you.

“The truth.” Was all you replied with before pulling your arm out of his grip and walking through the portrait hole.

You forced yourself to walk all the way to the Great Hall without checking over your shoulder, thinking that it would likely take Draco a while to understand your insult of him, anyway.

Once you got to the Great Hall, however, you were more than ready to see your friend once more. It had been one of the rare days where your timetables just didn’t match up and you ended up not seeing one another much at all. It always saddened you to reach the morning of this day and took great effort to drag yourself up and out of bed when the knowledge that you wouldn’t be seeing Harry until Dinner, after breakfast, hit.

You strolled through the large doors and spotted the boy with messy hair almost immediately and on impulse, you smiled and made a move to walk towards him where he sat at the Gryffindor table. Although, you stopped short of the bench the moment you saw whom he was with.

Laughing and joking by Harry’s side was Ginny Weasley.

Your heart clenched painfully within your chest and the guilt that you knew that you had no right to be hurt – Harry was not yours after all – made the experience more devastating. Swallowing nervously, you bowed your head and without your customary greeting to Harry, you headed to your own table and joined the other Slytherin students.

You partially felt as though you were being overly dramatic but when you turned and saw the longing expression on Ginny’s face; you knew you had been right all along. Ginny Weasley, after all these years, indeed still liked Harry Potter.

The thought alone was enough to make your stomach twist itself into knots and your appetite to leave completely. The truth behind the thought made you want to curl yourself into a small ball and hide away forever.

“You alright?”

Startled by the sudden words, you jumped and looked up to see Blaise Zabini looking at you with concern flickering in the crevices between his eyebrows.

Eyes widening and cheeks reddening, you nodded quickly and hastily poured yourself a goblet before raising it to your lips delicately as if you hadn’t a care in the world when the reality was quite the opposite. You were being too obvious if Zabini of all people could tell there was something bothering you. If he could tell, then that meant Harry would be able to tell in a heartbeat.

Sighing once more you allowed yourself a final look at the pair tables behind you, barely able to prevent your eyes from straying in that direction any longer. You winced as you saw Ginny laughing and grinning widely at something Harry had said. When she leant forwards and playfully slapped his shoulder, however, you couldn’t stand it any longer and you were soon pushing away from the table and heading back towards the Slytherin Common Room for the day. You weren’t hungry anyway.

 ***

 It had been two days and you had barely ventured outside of your dorm, feigning illness whenever someone asked and pretending not to think it serious enough for Madam Pomfrey to attend to when someone offered to fetch her.

You thought yourself dramatic but your sorrow kept you from feeling utterly pathetic. Doubt had crept into your mind and reality had struck. How on earth had you ever even entertained the possibility that Potter could ever like you back? The knowledge that he likely never would knock the wind out of you and prevented you from feeling much of anything other than the despairing numbness which had spread from your mind, your heart and into your fingers and toes. 

However, everyone has to pick themselves up and get on with life eventually. Everybody was at the Great Hall and you were alone for it was dinner time and the silence helped you to collect your thoughts. You knew you couldn’t allow yourself the time to grieve over a petty trouble any longer so you were trying to come up with a plan to distance yourself from Harry but the idea alone was crushing to tend to.

You were sat on the edge of your bed, head on your hands when a small scuffling sound caught your attention. Your head snapped up but when you looked, there was no one there to see but instead of turning away your eyes narrowed and continued to look around the room. It wasn’t unlike your fellow Slytherin members to leave a few…surprises behind. Grabbing your wand, you stood up and held it out in front of you defensively, ready for even the slightest move.

“Hey, Y/N!” Harry said, making you jump and shoot red sparks from your wand without thinking as he revealed himself from the invisibility cloak he had obviously been wearing.

Your jaw dropped as you stared at him dumbfounded. “What are you doing here?” You demanded after a moment’s hesitation.

Harry grinned cheerfully and dropped himself down onto the edge of your bed. “Visiting my best mate, what else would I be doing?” He asked with a cocky tilt of the head as he bundled the cloak into his arms and patted the place next to him as if he owned the place.

You fumbled for a minute before asking; “But, how did you get in?”

“It was simple,” he said in a bored tone with a non-committal wave of the hand. “Now, how are you feeling?” He asked. “I was told you were sick but you seem rather fine to me.” 

Scowling, you stalked forwards and dropped back into the space where you had been, next to Harry. “I am ill.” You defended weakly.

“Really?” Harry asked. “Must be some new illness which has no side effects at all.” He said sarcastically. “Now what’s really up?” You opened your mouth but he cut you off. “And, I want the truth.”

You frowned and shut your mouth before opening it once more. “I just have a lot on my mind at the moment, alright?”

Harry nodded to himself. “Alright. And, this isn’t something you feel able to share with your best friend, right?”

You bowed your head, guilt flooding you as you realised you had never before kept anything from Harry and nor he, you. “I-”

“No, I get it,” Harry said. “It would just be nice to know so I don’t have to worry about you.”

The thought of Harry worrying about you made the butterflies flutter once again but you restrained their emotion. “Do you like Ginny?” You questioned after a moment without thinking before opening your mouth. After hearing the words you had spoken, your eyes widened and your heart started to beat rapidly. You couldn’t believe that you had been so blunt and obvious.

Harry’s eyes widened to and he blinked to himself for a while and swallowed nervously. “What?” He asked after a moment. 

You closed your eyes and turned away, trying to shrug and feign nonchalance – as if it were no big deal to ask your friend about their romantic status with a random girl. “I don’t know.” You said hastily, wishing there was a way to take back what you had said. “It doesn’t matter, I don’t-”

“Nah, I don’t.” He said. “She’s not really my type in all honesty.”

You blinked and blushed. “Oh.”

“Why’d you ask?” Harry questioned with a hint of amusement in his tone.

He laughed nervously and scratched the back of your neck. “Oh nothing, I was just-”

“Jealous?”

“Yes.” You nodded without thinking before your eyes shot out of your head and you began to shake it frantically from side to side. “No!” You shouted. “No that’s not what I meant! I don’t, I-” 

When you turned back to face Harry, your words got caught up in your throat due to how close he was and you froze for a moment as your eyes stared directly into his. “Do you like me?” He asked.

“W-what?” Your voice trembled as your eyes betrayed you and strayed towards his lips. 

“Do you like me?” He repeated with a glint in his eye.

You sighed and bowed your head. “Yes,” You never got to finish your sentence as, as soon as the one word you had been dreading saying left your lips; a grin the size of the world sprung into place on Harry’s mouth and before you knew it his hand was caressing your cheek and he was lifting your head and pressing his lips against yours.

And, in that moment, everything was absolutely perfect.

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Let’s stay here (Valentine’s Day)

So here’s one for Valentine’s Day. You guys voted for a Weasley imagine and a couple of you specifically said Fred - so here you go! If you think the day is as sucky as I do, then this is a little simple imagine for you. My Valentines gift to each of my lovely followers :)  Description: The reader x Fred pure fluff 

Word count: 1411

Warnings: mild swearing at the end

Forever tagging: @crownofdaisies

The warm morning sunlight drifted in through the crack in the curtains of Fred’s four-poster bed, the scarlet making the glow seem like fire as it danced across your eyes. You rolled over onto your side and stifled a laugh as you came face to face with Fred, his nose touching your own, eyes still closed. For a moment, you froze, not moving a muscle as you admired the way the light lit his hair to a blaze and before you could take control your hand had reached up to tangle in his vibrant locks without permission.

You smoothed the hair gently out of the way of his face and began to delicately trace his features with the tip of your finger, imagining it to be a paintbrush and you the artist of the masterpiece which was right before you. A masterpiece that you had no hand in creating, it was already, miraculously there and waiting. And, he wanted you.

As you traced over his lips, he sucked them in from the sensation of being tickled and you giggled quietly as he cracked an eye open and smirked at you.

“What are you doing, love?” He grinned, briefly closing his eyes once more as he shifted slightly away and stretched, exposing more of his exposed torso and causing you to bite your lip, blush and turn the other way.

You smiled sweetly and answered in your most angelic voice; “Absolutely nothing, of course!”

He snickered and before you knew it he was on top of you. “Is that so?” He asked, pretending to ponder your answer.

You nodded and giggled as he leant down to kiss your cheek. “Yep,” you teased with a smile set in place.

He shook his head in mock seriousness as he planted another kiss on the tip of your nose, whispering as he did so; “It felt more like this to me.” And, with that, he reached his arm down to your side and began to tickle the surface of your skin there. A shrill giggle bubbled up and out of your throat as you screwed up your face and attempted to wriggle out of his grip.

“Fred!” You yelled as you squirmed. “St-stop!”

Fred simply laughed and carried on. “If you want me to stop, then all you have to do is-”

“What?!” You interrupted with a large chuckle.

He grinned widely and pinned you down further as you tried to move from out of his arms. “Just say that I’m the greatest, funniest, sexiest-”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” A voice shouted from somewhere else in the dorm and you were reminded of how you had fallen asleep in Fred’s bed the night before. “Would you shut up? It’s too early for this!”

Fred snickered and opened the curtains by a crack and poked his head out with a smile still in place as you breathed a sigh of relief for the relent of tickling. “Good morning, dearest Georgie-pie!” Before a reply could be heard, the curtain was once again being closed and something solid was hitting it. “Someone’s grumpy in the mornings,” Fred muttered with a smirk.

You giggled and rolled over as you listened to the sounds of George getting up and moving out of the dormitory. “And, then there were two.” You smiled. The corners of Fred’s mouth twitched as he looked at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes as he leant down to kiss you gently on the mouth once more, lingering slightly and taking his time. When he finally pulled away you were left slightly breathless and keeping your eyes closed you placed your hand against his cheek and kept him close. “Can’t we just stay in bed all day? Stay here and relax together and never move again?”

Fred chuckled and pulled you closer to his chest. “We have plans to go into Hogsmeade, remember?” His voice was teasing and you could feel his smile against your temple as his breath hit the back of your neck and made the hair there stand on end.

You screwed up your face jokingly and pretended to think about it. “Well,” you finally sighed, suppressing a grin as you did so. “I suppose we can’t miss that.” You said teasingly but made no move to get up from where you were.

After a while of settling into the silence, you felt Fred press his mouth into the back of your head. “By the way,” he said. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You paused for a moment, confusion washing over you momentarily as you tried to figure out how Fred knew what Valentine’s was. “I forgot I told you about that.” You muttered, more to yourself than to him. “You know what,” you said. “Just forget about it.”

Fred chuckled and the feeling of his chest vibrating against your back made you want to burst out laughing once again. “I’m glad that you told me.” He said after a moment of laughter.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed his shoulder gently. “I think you must be the only guy who would ever enjoy being told that love has been commercialised.” You laughed to yourself as you teased him. “Most guys would be gutted to know that muggles force themselves to fork out money for a day retail thrives on.”

From behind you, you could feel Fred shaking his head in amusement. “I don’t like the sound of it because of the… ‘commercialism’,” he stumbled out, trying to get his head around the foreign word. “I just like the sound of having a day where it’s acceptable to spoil you.”

“But,” you said, thinking back to what he said as you bit your lip. “I don’t want you to spoil me.”

Scoffing, Fred grabbed your waist and flipped you around so that your front was now up against his and he could see your face. “Well, I want to treat you like a princess.” He said in a tone which indicated that the conversation was closed, just for now. “Because in my mind, that’s how you should always be treated.”

You giggled at his statement. It sounded ludicrous to you; to be likened to a princess – something you most definitely were not. “Me?” You asked incredulously. “You really think that I of all people am like a princess?”

Fred nodded and laughed. “That’s exactly what I think!” He practically cheered.

“Well,” you began. “I think that you’re full of shit.” Wrinkling up your nose, you squealed as Fred wrapped his arms around you again and spun you back around so that your front now pressed against his as he held you above him. “I forgot,” he murmured as your hair splashed into his face. “That you cannot possibly be a princess.”

You gasped and hit his arm, not as lightly as you would have people believing you did. “You take that back!” You laughed.

Fred continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “Princesses are meant to be sweet, gentle and-”

You broke him off with a kiss on the lips, allowing your hair to create a type of veil around the two of you as you pressed yourself further into him, enjoying the smile you felt against your mouth. In that moment, you couldn’t think of anywhere else in which you would rather be. His hands moved to wrap tightly around your waist as he held you close and your legs entangled with his beneath the sheets.

When you finally broke away, instead of breaking into pieces, the moment stayed with you both as if it had been there always. “I love you,” Fred said as he smoothed any wild strands of hair away from your face.

Your eyes widened slightly but you weren’t afraid as you always believed you would be. Closing your eyes, you bent your head down to gently kiss the skin of his neck. “I love you too.”

Fred smiled and stroked your head. If anyone else could have seen him then, there would be no doubt of his love for you. The smile on his face told of his happiness and the knowledge that you had caused it made his entire world light up. “We need to get up,” he reminded you with a grin.

“Let’s stay here.” You said, too peaceful to want to move. “Please.”

Fred smiled and relented, the power you had over him proving too much. “Okay,” he said. “We’ll stay here, together, forever.”

You snorted, “Sounds nice.”

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I’m sorry

Request: For an anon: I was wondering if you could do a Hermione X female reader where they’re arguing outside of the potions classroom and then the reader pushes Hermione against the wall and they start snogging and then snape catches them? Ta xxx

Heya! So I kind of blurred your request with another idea that I had to build the basis of this idea - thank you so much for requesting, love! :)

Word count: 2121

Warnings: angst :) 

 You rolled your eyes at your best friend from across the room. Hermione sat a little way down the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall away from you, reading a book as she usually could be found, when none other than Viktor Krum sauntered in making sure to catch her eye as he sat at the Slytherin table.

Huffing indignantly as she turned a little red you shuffled closer to her along the bench. “What a creep.” You muttered, pressing your lips firmly together so that they went slightly numb from the pressure.

Hermione jumped a little and sat up straight in shock as she surveyed your face in confusion. “What?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes once more you inclined your head back to Viktor. “Him!” Your eyes went wide as you turned back to her and exclaimed; “He’s still staring!”

Hermione giggled slightly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s been watching me study quite a bit, actually.” She confessed with a nervous chuckle causing you to scrunch up your face.

“He, what?” You asked, disgust coating your words and sticking in the back of your throat.

She nodded eagerly and after marking her page placed her book down before leaning in closer to you so that her warm breath fanned your face and made you dizzy. “Isn’t he great?” She asked and you had to shake your head and lean away. You would agree with anything she said if you stood too close.

Still shaking your head, you crossed your arms across your body and frowned. “Why?” You asked. “Because he’s a famous Quidditch player turned Triwizard Champion?”

She paused and looked around you to see him more clearly. “Well,” she started. “When you put it like that-”

“Hermione! He’s way too old for you!” You exclaimed loudly, causing many of the nearby people to stop and look at you in amusement as your face turned a shade of scarlet which perfectly matched the scarf abandoned to the side of you.

Ducking your head and allowing your hair to form a barrier around your face, you listened as Hermione sighed and leant forwards across the table, her head resting in her hands as she surveyed you. “He’s not that much older.” She defended weakly, causing you to raise your head and lift your eyebrows at her.

“Are you being serious?” You asked her, working to keep your tone to more of a level volume. “Hermione! The guy is four years older than you and he’s looking at you as if-”

She huffed loudly and rolled her eyes. “What?” She asked. “Four years isn’t that big an age gap.”

“It is when you’re fourteen and he is overage!” You exclaimed, wincing as you caught her frown. You forced yourself to take a deep breath and awkwardly rubbed your arm. “Look,” you said after a moment. “I’m sorry. Let’s just talk about something else, yeah? It’s not like it matters anyway…”

Hermione bit her lip and avoided your eye as you waited for her response. “Well, you see,” she began nervously, picking up a roll from the table and picking at it nervously. “Viktor asked me to go with him to the next Hogsmeade trip.”

Your mouth dropped open of its own accord. “He, what?!” You said, once again calling the unwanted attention of others to yourself but this time you didn’t care as much.

She nodded, a small smile taking over her face as she, obviously deep in thought, remembered the event. “He asked me to spend the trip with him. Said that he wanted to get to know me a little better.”

“And, what did you say?” You asked through thin lips.

Suddenly, the dream was gone and reality had returned as she became fearful of your response. “Yes,” she said. “As a matter of fact I told him that I would love to, and that’s the truth.”

You felt something spark deep within you, then. Like a match had been struck or a glass had been smashed. It was physically painful, jarring and you could hardly begin to comprehend the sudden feeling of loss which took root in your veins. So, instead, you nodded slowly and tried not to let your disappointment show.

“Why would you do that?!” You exploded, surprising yourself with your anger which you hadn’t anticipated. You winced as you saw her flinch across the table but continued nonetheless, unable to prevent your mouth opening of its own accord. “He’s using you!”

Hermione cocked an eyebrow at you and leant backwards, crossing her arms in front of her. “Oh, and you know this how?” She demanded, her lips pressed thinly together.

You huffed and your eyes flashed dangerously as you put a little more distance between the two of you, still uncertain where all your anger had come through. “Think about it! He could have any girl in this school if he wanted. He constantly has a crowd of them following him around as it is!” You waved your hand at them all, giggling around him like buffoons.

“And, what?” Hermione asked angrily, a hint of pain in her voice which had your anger receding as quickly as it had come. “I’m not good enough because I’m different?” Her face was calm but there was a quivering in her hands which alerted you to just how much you had, in fact, upset her.

Guilt flooded you like a dam which had burst and you shook your head to clear it of all anger. You opened your mouth to apologise but Hermione had already gotten up from the table.

“Wait,” you said but she continued without a backwards glance. “Hermione, wait!” You swore under your breath and jumped up from your spot, beginning to chase her down towards the doors of the Great Hall. “Hermione! Would you, just stop for a moment?”

“Stop following me!” She yelled back and continued to quickly walk down the stairs.

You rolled your eyes and jumped back into place beside her, making sure to dodge the people walking towards you who threatened to knock you over. Reaching forwards and grabbing her arm halfway down the staircase you panted to catch your breath back and signalled for her to wait a moment and allow you to explain.

“Hermione, I’m so sorry.” You eventually said, shaking your head backwards and forwards sub-consciously as you attempted to prevent the stray tear from leaking from the corner of your eye.

She wrenched her arm from your grip and took a step backwards, looking at you with such betrayed eyes that you wanted to fall to the floor and weep for her to forgive you. “Then why would you say it?” She asked.

You opened your mouth to reply but no sound came out, betraying you. Hermione gave you a look of disappointment before turning away and walking down the stairs and out of sight and this time, you let her go. Time seemed to freeze around you as you slid down to sitting on the stone, cold stair as your mind was lost to a deep train of thought.

‘Why did you say those things?’ What a good question. The truth was, the more you thought about the things you said the angrier you got with yourself and the more you loathed Viktor. There wasn’t a reason you could think of which validated your behaviour but every time you imagined the two of them together, the more you wanted to scream.

It sickened you, and after a while when you finally realised the reason, the more confused you felt.

You eventually dragged yourself up and walked to Potions where the class were still waiting outside, as, despite the amount of time you had spent thinking, you had left early to chase Hermione down. When you entered the corridor, your eyes immediately began to scan around for her curly locks of hair and you found her soon enough, closest to the door.

You sucked in a deep breath and prepared to walk over to her, enjoying to utter surprise in her expression when you did so.

“Can I please talk to you?” You asked quietly, voice muffled by the strain of your heart, the pain of realisation dragging you down.

Her eyes widened slightly before narrowing warily. Curtly, she gave a single nod and signalled for you to lead the way.

Once you felt as though you were a safe enough distance away from any wandering eyes or ears you turned to her with a pounding heart and began to explain. “I’m so sorry for everything I said.” You began, sincerity lacing your tone as you continued after glancing at her frozen, stoic expression. “In all honesty, I don’t quite know whether I even believe in half the things I said. I was just so angry-”

“But, why were you angry?!” Hermione demanded and you bit your lip and watched as the rest of the class entered the room.

“I-I don’t really know,” you mumbled after a moment, trying to keep the lie from being too obvious but failing epically.

Hermione cocked a single brow and gave you a withering look which had you crossing your arms before you self-consciously. “Really?” She deadpanned in a sarcastic tone.

You nodded weakly but continued talking after catching the near murderous expression on her face at not being told the truth. Sighing you leant back, “Hermione, look; it’s not important.” You pushed, attempting to persuade her to let the issue drop.

She huffed and filled the ever-growing space between you by stepping into it. “It obviously is important if it caused you to explode not half an hour ago.” She pointed out.

You gave up, hanging your head and shaking it sadly in exasperation. “What do you want me to say?” You pleaded.

She watched you coolly. “The truth.”

You sighed and raised your head, looking her dead in the eye. “You want to know the truth?” You asked, somewhat loudly. “The truth is, I am in love with you Hermione Jean Granger!” Your voice echoed off all the walls of the castle and you winced at Hermione’s lack of reaction, taking it as a sure sign of rejection, making you immediately regret your decision, to tell the truth. You sighed and began to back away from her, jumping as your back hit the wall. “I’m sorry.” You repeated as you tried to get away.

You turned away but before you could take two steps your wrist had been grabbed and this time it was you who was being forced to a stop. You whipped around only to have Hermione’s lips crashing against yours before you could completely comprehend what was happening. You froze momentarily, forgetting who and where you were as you thought only of what it was like to have the pressure of her lips against yours. They were both warm and smooth and they fitted against yours as if they were only ever meant to be there. Like she belonged.

Your lips began to move in sync with her’s, hands moving up so that one rested on her neck, fingers splaying across the edges of her face and the other moving around to the back of her neck to tangle in her long curls and pull her even closer. She gasped as her body was pushed against yours and you let out a small groan when her breath fanned your face. She pulled you even closer then and pushed your back so that you were pressed against the walls. You tilted your head backwards as she kissed a trail down your neck and your breaths began to increase in pace as she did so. A couple of times you had to prevent from pinching yourself because if this was a dream, then you never wanted to have to wake up ever again.

Just as her hand was moving around to grasp your bum in hand you were interrupted by an oily voice which had you springing apart slightly, faces burning with embarrassment.

“I hardly believe that the dungeon hallways are appropriate for such activities.” Snape’s unimpressed voice cuts through the silent sounds of your pants. “Putting extra-curricular activities before class I see, Miss Granger. 10 points from Gryffindor for utter indecency. Now, I suggest that the two of you get inside, now, unless you wish to spend tomorrow night in my company.”

Snape turned away and swept inside the doorway leaving the two of you out, alone.

“Shall we?” Hermione asked with a small smile, offering her outstretched hand to you.

You chuckled, taking her small hand within your own with a goofy smile on your face. “We shall.”

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Don’t get used to it

Draco x Reader

Summary - The (Slytherin) reader has a cold and her boyfriend Draco makes her stay in bed instead of going to lessons.

Word count  - 1249

Warnings - none :) 

  Yet another sneeze tore through the quiet of the morning peace as you turned away from Madam Pomfrey with a grimace. Your soft footfalls echoed lightly as each step hit the marble floor but even the quiet noise made your head pound.

The day outside was beautiful, to everyone else that is. To you, the hot, bright sun was too blinding and hurt your head and every time another person laughed excitedly, you wanted to wince.

You weren’t usually so bitter, truly, but illness had wracked your body for an entire week now and no matter how hard you tried, Madam Pomfrey still refused to give you the Pepperup potion as “your cold really wasn’t that bad”.

Pushing open the doors to the Infirmary, holding your tissue in the opposite hand with a queasy look on your face, you saw your boyfriend Draco stood waiting for you and his smile had the corners of your mouth turning upwards in response.

“How’d it go?” He asked when you reached his side, being careful not to touch him in an effort to prevent him becoming ill, too.

You rolled your eyes as you began to head down the corridor towards the Slytherin Common Room together. “Still no luck,” you muttered. “I’m positive it’s because the old hag holds a grudge against me still.” Draco laughed and pulled you gently to his side so your face pressed against the side of his arm. “Ugh!” You groaned, trying to push away lightly. “You’ll get all sick, too.”

Shrugging, he rubbed your arm soothingly and held you tighter. With a grin, he said to you; “Well, what did you expect?” He chuckled. “The last time you were sent to the Infirmary and she tried to help you, you snuck out the moment her back was turned and called her a ‘stupid badger’ when she questioned you about it the very next day.”

You made a sound if contempt in the back of your throat and rolled your eyes once more, unable to help the small, ruthless smile which sprung into place as you reminisced. “I actually didn’t mean for it to sound so derogatory…” you trailed with a laugh and Draco snickered like a boy.

“I know, you claim that you had meant that she was badgering you.” He winked.

“Hey!” You whined, wincing as your voice came out highly strained and sounding like you were pinching your nose. You coughed once before continuing. “I really did, you know I wouldn’t be so cr-”

“Of course I do, love.” He said with a reassuring smile, before squinting his eyes as he scrutinised your face. He came to a standstill and took your face within his hands as he stared into your eyes with the same, serious expression. After a couple seconds of pure silence stretching between the two of you, he said; “You’re not going to your lessons today.”

You sighed in exasperation and shimmied out of his grip, dancing lightly just out of his reach. “Of course I am,” you said to him with a wave of your hand, confident in the knowledge that he always gave you what you wanted, never having lost against him before.

“No, you’re really not, love.” He snorted, taking your hand within his own as he began to lead you towards the Great Hall. “After breakfast, you’re going to bed.”

“Really, Draco?” You asked as you allowed yourself be guided through the large doors of the Great Hall. “I’m not even tired.” You coughed as you slid into a seat beside him, scowling at those around you who shot you dirty looks.

Draco poured you a glass of orange juice and pushed it towards you. “Drink it,” he said pointedly. “It’ll help.”

“Draco,” you whined, looking at him pointedly which caused him to sigh.

“Listen, you won’t get better if you go to class today.” He pleaded, looking at you with his big, blue eyes which had you wanting to melt into a puddle at his feet. “Please, sweetheart, I can’t stand you feeling like this. It hurts me to know that you’re in pain.”

You relented slightly and bowed your head into his chest, not allowing yourself to look him in the eyes as he placed a hand on the back of your head to stroke your hair, lovingly. Nodding slightly, you felt more than you heard him sigh.

“Thank you.” He said, and when you looked up he was positively beaming at you.

Lightly shoving his shoulder, you turned and picked up your juice. “Don’t get used to winning.” You told him with a wry smile before taking a sip, watching him over the rim as he smirked at you.

Once you had finished, you reluctantly headed off to the Common Room rather than going to Transfiguration with Draco in tow.

“I don’t understand why you are not going to your own lessons.” You said with a sigh, heading through the doors, trying to hide how secretly happy you were that he was staying with you, no matter how selfish it was.

“Because,” he said and you felt his arms wrap around you from behind as he placed a delicate kiss on the skin where your neck met your shoulder causing you to arch your back. “How could I ever leave you?”

You laughed and turned yourself around to face him, your nose scrunched up as you gently moved to the tips of your toes and kissed the end of his. “You’re so cheesy.” You told him before relaxing into his hold.

He scowled at you playfully before taking you gently by the arm and beginning to lead you towards his dormitory. “Come on,” he said. “You need to rest.”

“You’re so overprotective.” You muttered but didn’t bother fighting against him. The truth was; you would follow him anywhere.

“Humour me.” Was his only response as you plopped down onto his bed with a smirk, laughing a little as the springs caused you to jump a little into the air. He shook his head at you in amusement with his back still turned away from you as he rummaged through a pile of his things. Finally, he turned around with a triumphant look as he held out the book he had evidently been searching for.

“What’s that?” You asked curiously, narrowing your eyes to better see the title.

Draco smiled and came to sit beside you. “Just some of the stories I used to love listening to as a child.”

You shuffled backwards to lie down on the bed and Draco moved to lie beside you. “Your parents read to you?” You asked curiously, not quite able to imagine either Lucius or Narcissa reading to their only son.

Draco laughed once, humourlessly. “Of course not.” He said, shaking his head ever so slightly. “But, the witches who came to watch me; they were always happy to.”

You frowned slightly and traced his tensed eyebrow, closing your eyes in contentment as you felt him relax under your caress. You sniffled, trying to breathe through a blocked nose and shuffled closer as he began to read. His voice soothed you like no one else could and almost immediately you could feel yourself beginning to nod off. No one could help you to forget about everything bad which occurred during your life more than the amazing man beside you and you loved him for it.

Just before you fell asleep for good, you whispered against him; “I love you.”

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