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kquil · 5 months ago

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Hi lovely hole your well!

Can we get a hufflepuff reader x sirius

Your partnered with him for charms class that's all I've got

HER SMILE | PART 2

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TAGS. : sirius being a simp ; cutie pie reader ; oblivious reader ; ravenclaw reader (im sorry for the switch!) ; fluff ; jealous sirius

A/N : hello darling! i'm finally doing well enough and not overthinking enough to tackle my requests, I'm sorry it had to take this long omg! your request is the perfect prompt to a continuation of one of my timestamps though, i hope you don't mind that i had to switch reader to a ravenclaw and enjoy the read regardless <3

PART 1 | NAVI.

Both you and Sirius made for an odd pair; people wouldn’t typically couple you together. An extrovert Gryffindor and a cold Ravenclaw. However, as of recently, many have seen you with Sirius quite often, most notably in classes and especially in partner projects. And it was all Sirius’ doing.

Your classmates typically hesitated to partner with you, let alone sit by you for classes. They found you boring and rather unnerving to be around. You didn’t appear to enjoy being around people and took work far too seriously, so you’ve grown a bad reputation. It didn’t bother you, though; you understood that you weren’t like other people; your bashfulness manifested into a stone-cold exterior and added to the seriousness underpinning your endeavour for top academic performance. People tend to avoid you but it’s for the best, you like to tell yourself.

After the transfiguration project with Sirius, however, whereby he was forced to partner with you, he’s kept volunteering to partner with you over and over again. Whether it be partner or group projects, he’s the first in line to be your assigned partner. He finds that the best way of doing this is sitting next to you in Ravenclaw and Gryffindor shared lessons, regardless of whether or not it leaves James, Remus or Peter without a partner. It wasn’t typical of him or anyone to be so eager around you but nobody commented on it. As it happens, many eagerly sat back to watch what would unfold.

In the extra time Sirius has willingly spent with you in lessons, he’s confessed to the reasoning behind his odd behaviour. “I want to know more about you,”

That was the first time he or anyone else had seen you so flustered and adorably shy. People couldn’t believe their eyes. However, owing to Sirius’ playboy reputation, it was no surprise that he was the one to draw such a reaction out of you. This was also the first time Sirius had seen a favourable increase in his class grades. Your work ethic and drive for high grades have positively influenced his performance in classes. When Remus pointed this out to him, supportive of his new friendship with you, Sirius was surprised but didn’t linger on the fact too long. He didn’t really care; he was too busy figuring out how to make you smile again and engraving the beautiful image into his brain.

“He’s just as bad as you are James,” Peter commented, noticing the familiar lovesick look on Sirius as he’s seen with one, James Potter. You and the eldest Black brother were sitting at a distant table in the library, thoroughly going over the material before committing to your project for Charms.

“What was that?” James comes out of his daze staring at a certain redhead. Peter and Remus share an amused look before shrugging off James’ question. Naturally, James returned to admiring an oblivious Lily Evans as Remus resumed his reading and Peter doodled on the edges of his semi-finished divination essay.

“At least Sirius is finally focusing on one girl,” Remus comments under his breath.

“Yeah, it was tiring,” Peter sighs in agreement and leans back with a relieved look on his face.

“Oh! How interesting,” you comment, leaning into Sirius’ side so as to look over his book, “I didn’t know that…” As you take a moment to read over the passage, Sirius carefully observes the way your pretty features go from enraptured to delighted. Your smile is so pretty… “We have to include that in our joint essay; I’ll note it down, quickly. Good job, Sirius,” your smile is even prettier when it’s turned to him and you praise him openly like that.

“Do I get a reward?” he asks before he can stop to think about what it is that he’s said.

“A reward?” you tilt your head in the most adorable fashion, “Our reward will be getting the highest mark in the class,” typically, girls would jump at the opportunity to flirt back and sneak in a kiss or two but your impervious, genuine nature gives Sirius pause. Though, he’s soon throwing his head back and laughing boisterously. The panic on your face, however, reminds him of the library setting and immediately stifles his amusement.

“You’re odd…” you comment on his strange behaviour and return to your work. But Sirius is unphased and holds his chin up with his palm to shamelessly stare at your side profile. He’s tempted to reach up and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Get back to work, Sirius.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You won’t admit it out loud but you quite enjoy Sirius’ company. It isn’t so lonely having him around and he helps you get good grades. He’s also very funny and nice to look at. Though, you suppose that was the main downside. He can prove to be quite the distraction if he wants to be. Nevertheless, you’re happy he has the confidence to sit next to you and willingly volunteer to be your partner for all collaboration projects. Everyone in Hogwarts has admitted to having a favourite marauder and you’re not afraid to admit that he’s your favourite; he’s the easiest to smile around.

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Sirius was a lover of pushing boundaries. Seeing how far he can push before high-tailing it when the first signs of danger appear was his favourite activity. That was why he was a marauder, that’s why he loved pranks, that’s why he’s been able to see you get flustered over and over again.

Over every good thing he’s done to contribute to your projects together, no matter how small, he pleads for a reward. After some months, he’s been able to escalate the ‘reward’ from praise to a congratulatory head pat (his animagus influence), to a hug, to cuddling for extended periods to sitting on his lap and kissing him on the cheek. You become lovably ruffled every time and Sirius savours each reaction as if he’s seeing it for the first time. He always stares at you and smiles brightly when you look away.

He wants to see more of your reactions. He wants to see you do it every day. And he likes knowing that it’s because of him.

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In the year that passes, Sirius hasn’t failed to be your partner for every project you have in shared classes with Gryffindor. It was only natural that he be your partner for the final term project in D.A.D.A too. As soon as the partner project is announced, you immediately look up and meet eyes with the dark-haired Gryffindor, who had been pressured into sitting with his iconic group of friends. The two of you share a knowing smile. Everyone knows that you’re each other’s partner, nobody would dare interfere with that.

When the teacher finally allows the class to partner up, however, you’re confronted by a boy you do not know. He looks at you expectantly and asks if you would consider being his partner for the project. You didn’t know what to say. It was utterly lost on you that the more Sirius pulled you from your cold timidity, the more you’ve willingly smiled and showed your sincerity. In turn, the more observant your other classmates have become.

It became clear to them that you weren’t as cold as you first appear but, because of their ignorance, they overlooked that simply by the unfriendly look you routinely wore. This discovery has led to many of your male classmates growing a new appreciation for you and your unrecognised beauty; they didn’t know someone so cold could be so warm and look so beautiful. It irritated Sirius but he had been able to tolerate it.

Up until this moment, that is…

“So… will you?” the boy prompts one more time. You don’t know what to say, your innate timidity taking away your voice and rendering your response to a mere shake of your head. ‘No’, the answer was clear. You immediately turn away from the boy and hurry to Sirius, who had observed the boy's audacity with clenched fists and a tight jaw.

As soon as you are close enough, Sirius pulls you into his arms and tucks your face into the crook of his neck, “you’re mine,” he whispers.

“Wh-what?” You couldn’t believe your ears.

“I mean– you’re my partner, no one else’s,” smiling up at him, you nod affirmatively and he smiles, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His gentle touch lingers and travels down to trace the line of your jaw.

“...Do I get a reward for not punching that tosser in the nose?”

“Not punching what?” he laughs at your wide-eyed stare of disbelief.

“For being a Ravenclaw, you’re not very smart,”

NAVI.

A/N : again, i'm so sorry for the switch but i hope you still enjoyed reading this x

TAGLIST : @marauderssmut @ohmylordydordy @n1ght-vngel @ddeathday (the darlings that wanted a part 2 and had to wait the longest time -- it's a short list so it's an exception to my no taglists rule)

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sincerelyyycece · 1 year ago

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i like you. like a lot.

James mustering up his Gryffindor courage to express his feelings to you.

note: just james being his cute, normal self, typical friends to lovers trope.

"Y/N, can I talk to you?" James inquired. "Right now?" He was clearly in a hurry, but why? I shook my head, my gaze shifting between him and my parchment paper. "I’m a little busy right now; how about later?" I asked as I organized my space. "No," he said, causing me to pause and look at him. "We need to talk right now," he said firmly.

I looked down at my papers once more. I could use a rest. "It wouldn’t take long, right? I need to finish these," I said, my lips pursed. He gave a nod. I took his wrist in mine and led him toward the astronomy tower. He was fidgeting and muttering something I couldn't understand. His strange behaviour perplexed me. We arrived at the astronomy tower not long after. I take a deep breath of the cool, fresh air.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I break the silence, my gaze fixed on the stars above rather than on him. I could sense his hesitation. "Just spit it out," I tell him, finally turning to face him. "I like you," he said out loud. I was...surprised. He continued when he noticed I was just staring at him. "Like a lot. I’m not sure when it happened." Silence. "No, I know when it happened; remember the camping trip we all went on?" I nodded in response to his question.

"When we were talking by the fire and everyone was busy playing around, you looked so majestic. You kept talking about your dreams and goals in life, and you talk about those like every day. Don’t get me wrong, I love hearing you talk about them and everything, but there was something different that day. I couldn’t decipher it." I nodded to encourage him to continue. "Deep down. I have always liked you but was so afraid of ruining our friendship that I pushed it down. I kept telling myself in my head that it was wrong to think of you that way, and I believed it for a while."

"I felt out of your league, and I was afraid I would lose you," he admitted. I was at a loss for words. He became tense as a result of my silence. "Please say something," his eyes begged. I keep my gaze away from his. "I-" I manage to say. "This is," I say, shaking my head to focus. "James, this is a lot to take in," I finally said, turning to face him. "I’m glad you told me," I said, smiling comfortingly. "That explains how you get so possessive of me," I joked. He lets out a breathless chuckle. "Believe me, if I could, I would make you all mine," he says. His response made me blush, which made me smile.

"Then go ahead and do it," I said. His eyes glowed with delight. "Y/N? Are you serious?" he questions, not believing me. "I like you too, James," I admit. "For quite some time, actually," I shrugged. He smiled so big that it reached his ears. His cheeks had turned bright red from blushing. "Y/N! Merlin, if you are playing with me right now," he said, still smiling. As a no, I shook my head. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground. The action made me squeal. I laugh as he spins me around.

"James!" I exclaimed once more. We both laughed as he carefully placed me back on the ground. We both smiled as we looked into each other's eyes. He still had me by the waist, and my arms were wrapped around his neck. He looked at my lips. My smile broadens slightly. I close the gap between us, allowing our lips to finally meet. Fireworks. Butterflies. Sparks. Confetti. It was as if our lips were tailor-made for each other. Our lips brush against each other slowly. We were taking it all in. Our kiss was passionate, long, and sweet. We had waited a long time to do that. He pulls away first, resting his brow on mine.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that," he exhales. "I think I have got an idea," I tease, making him smile. We remained silent, allowing the significance of the moment to sink in. He gives me quick kisses on the lips. "Can I kiss you again?" he politely asked. I nodded slowly. He kisses me gently this time. I feel him smile into the kiss as I return his kiss. I was the one who drew back this time. "Y/N?" he says, addressing me. I responded with a hum.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" he asks again before I can say yes. "I know you don’t like it when people make promises because they will only break them, so I’m not going to make any. I will prove to you that I mean all these words I am about to say. I will learn to love you. I will court you every day. I will cherish every moment with you. I would choose you every day. If I didn’t give up before, I certainly will not give up now. You’re the one I want to make memories with." I nod enthusiastically. "Yes!" I exclaim joyfully.

Our journey together began at that point, marked by laughter, shared dreams, and the warmth of a love that grew stronger with each passing day. As promised, he demonstrated his dedication not through words but through actions, making every effort to comprehend and cherish the unique essence of our bond.

Our days were filled with simple pleasures and grand adventures, each memory woven into the tapestry of our shared existence. We navigated the highs and lows of life side by side, from quiet nights stargazing on the rooftop to exhilarating adventures that left us breathless with laughter.

His initial words became a testament to the unwavering dedication he held to our relationship as time passed. He never made grand promises, but his consistency was more powerful than any vow. Our love endured, standing resiliently like a beacon in the storm, despite challenges that tested our patience and moments that celebrated our victories.

Years passed, and we found ourselves reflecting on a journey that had been more beautiful than we could have imagined. The love that began with a simple question had grown into a deep, profound bond woven with threads of trust, understanding, and a shared vision of the future.

On a quiet evening, surrounded by the warm glow of candlelight, he took my hand in his and looked into my eyes with the same intensity that had me hooked from the start. "I never promised you forever, but here we are," he said softly, a gentle smile on his lips. "I didn’t give up before, and I will not give up now; you’re still the one I want to make memories with.”

At that point, I realized that promises were not always made with words; they could also be written in the consistency of actions and the silent vows of two hearts that had chosen each other day after day. I whispered, "I love you," as we embraced the beauty of our shared past and the promise of an unwritten future, knowing that our love story was a masterpiece, painted stroke by stroke and destined to be a timeless work of art.

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 17 days ago

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Blood Moon Rivalry (4)

Warnings: spells going wrong, canon typical behaviours, 2k+ words, 18+, nsfw, oral (female receiving), mentions of hypnotism, biting, blood drinking, predator/prey dynamics, vampire/witch sex, and mentions of pain and breath play.

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@dontwanttobeanamericanidiot, @jointhehunt67, @cheyplayss-blog and @iowaladynerd

Chapter 4

“Professor,” Neville Longbottom gasped, sprinting into your empty classroom and promptly doubling over when he reached your desk. “Snape..Defence…Spell.”

“Neville, I need you to sit and breathe,” you commanded, getting up from your chair and walking around your desk to talk to the stressed teen. Neville’s chest heaved up and down as he fought to regain his breath while you guided him over to the closest chair.

Neville’s breaths gradually became more regular, and once they’d evened out, the teen stared down anxiously at his hands that he’d pressed against his dirt-stained pants. “Tracey told Daphne, who told Ernie, who told Hannah and Alicia, who overheard and told Seamus, who told Dean, who told Ron.” He confessed in a whisper, still not meeting your gaze.

You knelt down in front of the distressed teen. “Tracey told Daphne what?” You prompted softly.

Neville squared his shoulders and raised his head to meet your eyes, “Professor Snape was taking the sixth-year afternoon Defence class.” You nodded encouragingly; since Umbridge had been publicly forced out of the castle and into Azkaban, you and Severus were covering the DADA classes to fill the gap until a new professor was hired. You were teaching the classes in the morning, and Severus was teaching the ones later in the day. Albus assured you both that he had received expressions of interest from many candidates and was thoroughly researching them.

Though you trusted the older wizard, you had a nagging feeling that he was embellishing the truth a bit. Prior to accepting the position at Hogwarts, you heard the rumours about the DADA position being cursed, and thanks to Umbridge’s recent dismissal, that rumour was spreading through Hogwarts again like wildfire.

“McLaggen was boasting that he could perform the spell with his eyes closed and still hit the training dummy.”

You let out a groan at Neville’s words and quietly thanked Merlin that you weren’t teaching McLaggen. Filius and Pomona both complained, in the privacy of the staff room, about the teen’s inability to follow instructions and his attitude towards learning in general. Severus didn’t join in with Filius and Pomona’s conversations and so, up until this point, you thought he didn’t have any trouble with the over-confident, boastful sixth year.

“DADA and Potions are two different subjects. Just because he doesn’t act up in Potions doesn’t mean that he acts the same way in DADA. Besides Severus has a way of discouraging any behaviours that annoy him in the classroom even if they don’t have a detrimental effect on the potion making.”

Neville’s lips curled in a small smile at the noise you made, and then he continued to speak, “The lesson was about controlling impulses, both magical and physical. When McLaggen’s stomach rumbled, he lost concentration and instead of his spell hitting the training dummy, it….”

“Hit Professor Snape,” you supplied. Neville nodded and you sighed, pushing yourself back to your feet.

“You did the right thing, Neville. Thank you for coming to find me.”

“What do I do now?”

“Head back to the Gryffindor Common Room, and I’ll track down Professor Snape.”

Neville’s brow furrowed in worry, but he stood up nevertheless. “According to Seamus, Daphne said she saw Snape heading towards the fifth floor.” In your head, you compiled a list of the rooms on the fifth floor, but none of them seemed suitable until you remembered about the Room of Requirement.

“Thank you, Neville.”

You waited for the teen to leave the room, and when you were sure that he had listened and left, you made your way to the fifth floor, taking care to wandlessly lock your classroom door as you left.

Some students greeted you as you walked past, and you made sure to return the greeting, while others were more subdued and muttering about how Severus looked paler than normal. A lump built in your throat, and you increased your pace. For the past few evenings, you and Severus had been meeting up in the small office above the DADA classroom to pour over the lesson plans for the following days so you knew what spell McLaggen hit Severus with. What you didn’t know was how it’d affect him.

Lost in your thoughts, you walked past the blank stretch of wall that hid the room from those who didn’t know it existed and those who followed someone because they might’ve wanted to spy on the people using the room. It was only after you noticed a stray piece of red wool clinging to the sleeve of your right arm that you realised, and you whirled around, retracing your steps only to pivot at the end of the corridor and walk past the tapestry again.

When the door handle materialised, you wasted no time. You wrenched the door open so quickly that your muscles didn’t register the weight of the door until after you’d stepped through and yanked the door closed behind you.

Shaking your hand to alleviate the building ache, you set out to search for Severus. The Room was dimly lit, which probably wasn’t a problem for him, but it could rapidly turn into a disadvantage for you if Severus attacked.

“Don’t be stupid,” you chided yourself. “This isn’t an uncontrolled beast you’re talking about; it’s Severus. He prides himself on his cont-”

“You think too loudly.” Severus’ voice was rougher than usual. “I heard you outside the Room.”

You said nothing to the first part of his statement, instead opting to keep moving in what you hoped was the right direction by using the volume of his voice as a guide. Despite your rising nerves, you decided against conjuring a ball of light to assist you. Moments later, your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the room, and you let out a soundless breath as navigating the makeshift corridors in the hidden room became slightly easier, but you still couldn’t see any sign that would indicate Severus was lurking nearby.

You trekked deeper into the Room, squinting at the mismatched items piled almost to the ceiling. “Merlin, does everything that’s lost in Hogwarts make its way here? How am I supposed to find Severus in all this mess?”

“The aim of me hiding in here was so you wouldn’t be able to track me down,” Severus’ voice rang out dryly. You cursed softly; his voice sounded farther away than before, which meant that you were heading in the wrong direction. Coming to a halt, you spun around and headed back the way you came.

“You should have kept going that way.” Now the voice of the potions master was even further away, “I wonder how long it’ll take before you start blasting your way through the Room.”

“The thought of blasting my way through here is tempting,” you admitted, wincing slightly at the volume of your magically amplified voice, knowing Severus’ enhanced senses were far more sensitive than yours and, at the very least, he’d be wincing too. “Good,” you thought with a decent amount of venom, “Did he expect me to enjoy this little game of hide and seek of his?”

“But I don’t want to risk damaging this room irreparably or angering Hogwarts just because you’re enjoying the thrill of the chase.”

A gust of wind blew through the room, and as you tried to identify where it came from, a strong arm wrapped around your hips and yanked you backwards into a firm chest. Warm air fanned across your neck, and you tilted your head to the side, exposing the flesh on your neck.

“You should have left when you didn’t find me immediately,” Severus growled, dragging his sharp incisors across the delicate flesh. “I was generous and gave you more than one opportunity to leave.”

Again you gave no response and Severus chuckled darkly, pressing his fangs against your neck with a bit more force, “Then again, the fact that you’re not twisting out of my grip has me wondering how much you crave this.”

“Are you actually going to do anything or have you convinced yourself that you’ll be able to make me orgasm with just your voice?” You demanded breathlessly, proud of yourself for being able to string a coherent sentence together.

Severus paused, the insistent pressure of his fangs against your skin reminding you that you were dealing with a magical being who was quicker and deadlier than anyone you had encountered in a while.

Without warning, Severus used his grip on your waist to spin you around so that you were staring into his eyes. The irises were their usual shade of obsidian; however, on the outside of the iris, there was a crimson ring. A seductive voice rang in your head, urging you to continue staring into Severus’ eyes. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you were being hypnotised, but try as you might, you couldn’t seem to break free.

Severus pinched your cheeks with his free hand and the sting of pain was what you needed to break the spell. Blinking up at him m you shook your head, absentmindedly noticing that Severus’ eyes had a smaller crimson ring around the pupils. Satisfied that a measure of consciousness had returned to you, the hand that Severus was using to grip your cheeks slid down to grasp at your neck.

Despite the hunger for blood and for more enjoyable activities racing through his veins, the remaining rational part of Severus’ mind reminded him to be gentle with you. You were so much more breakable than him.

He tried to remove his hand from your neck, but with a speed he didn’t expect from you, you raised your own hand to hold his in place. Understanding swept through him at your wordless plea, followed closely by the desire to show you why he was a much better lover than the werewolf.

Severus guided you backwards, his hand trembling slightly as you let go and trusted him with your safety. The only indication that Severus had reached his destination was when your hips pressed against a desk and Severus remained stationary in front of you.

The hand that was resting on your hip moved to rest flat on the surface of the table next to you. It felt like every nerve ending in your body came alive at the gesture and the realisation of what was about to happen.

“McLaggen funnelled more magic into his spell than I thought.”

Severus’ eyes darted to where his hand rested on your neck and back again before settling on your wrist. You raised your left wrist, already thinking of ways to hide the bite marks, and to your surprise, Severus shook his head.

“Too risky.” He denied, his eyes raking over your body before settling on your thighs. “There,” he breathed, and your thighs clenched. The thought of Severus sinking his teeth into your inner thighs just centimetres from your groin had heat pooling low in your belly. At the same time, Severus inhaled deeply, and a visibly hungry gleam appeared in those deep obsidian eyes.

“Strip or I shall shred your clothing with my teeth piece by piece.”

At first, Severus thought you were too consumed by lust and arousal to obey his command, but then he took in the challenging glint in your lust-blown eyes and the stubborn set of your chin. The sight in front of him spurred Severus into action, and he shoved the thought that you had behaved this way with Lupin to the back of his mind. Though he banished the thought, jealousy reared up inside him, causing his magic to react. His magic vanished your clothing and bared you to him.

Your soft gasp of surprise barely registered in his ears as he was too busy hooking his arm around your waist and lifting you into the air to place you on top of the desk. When your skin came into contact with the surface of the desk, your legs fell open, and Severus was hit with the scent of you.

Longing grew inside of Severus, becoming stronger by the second, and he dropped to his knees, giving into the tempting idea of eating you out before sinking his fangs into the soft skin of your inner thigh and feasting on your blood. With barely there touches, he ran his palms up the inside of your legs, starting from your ankles and ending just millimetres from your already wet entrance.

“Severus…”

Your voice cut off as the vampire used his hands to push your thighs open wider before leaning forwards and circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your head fell back at the sensation, and your hips thrust forwards. Severus let out a low, amused chuckle. He used his thumbs to spread you open, and the touch of his cool skin against your overheated skin caused you to whimper. Your hands flew into his hair, and you anchored him in place, begging for more and rolling your hips against his tongue.

Severus’ bloodlust rose again. To distract himself and because he knew that your blood would taste so much sweeter after you came, he pulled his tongue away from your clit. You didn’t have a chance to protest the loss as Severus cupped your bottom in his hands, his blunt nails digging in slightly, and yanked you forwards with enough force to knock you off balance.

Now your back was resting on the wooden surface of the table, and Severus had more access to your pussy. He dove in, licking and sucking like a man starved and all you could do was gasp and writhe around on the table, though Severus’ grip on your ass prevented you from writhing out of his grip. Every so often, the tip of his nose would bump against your clit, stimulating you further while he alternated between sucking on the inner lips of your pussy and thrusting his tongue into your clenching hole. Your speech dissolved into nonsensical babbling, and your back arched off of the table when Severus’ tongue probed deep inside you.

Just when you thought you knew what to expect, you felt Severus circling your entrance with a finger. When he deemed it coated enough in your wetness, he slid the digit into you. You were beyond caring about whether the Room of Requirement had Silencing charms on it as you screamed out in pleasure.

Severus wasn’t done with you. Not by a long shot. He slid another long, thick finger into your pussy. He gave you some time to adjust to the new feeling of fullness before scissoring them and sealing his mouth around your clit and worrying the pulsing bud of nerves with his tongue. Your mouth opened in a soundless scream as the tip of his middle finger brushed against a sensitive spot, and Severus smirked against your skin, thrusting his fingers so that they hit that spot every time.

Severus could feel your orgasm approaching and when you cried out in pleasure, he moved his mouth from your pussy to your inner thigh and bit down. His eyes almost rolled back into his head at the heady and addictive taste of your blood. Once he’d drunk enough to sate his bloodlust, he began to clean the wound. With each soft kiss to the skin, the puncture wounds from his fangs healed little by little until they were completely gone.

Multicoloured sparks danced along your skin, catching his eye, and Severus peered up at them from between your thighs. He was so mesmerised by the enchanting display of your magic that he didn't realise his own magic was responding until it coursed along his skin, racing toward your blissed-out form. As if they sensed his presence, the tiny pulses of magic on your body shot into the air with Severus’ trailing closely behind.

The magic bursts climbed higher and higher in the air until they were hovering directly over your bodies, and then they collided. The collision may have been soundless; however, the rush of magic more than made up for the lack of sound. It grew so bright that you squeezed your eyes shut, and Severus leisurely pulled his soaked fingers out of you before gathering you in his arms to shield you from the surge of light and power and closing his own eyes tightly.

The magical reaction only lasted for a short time. Bit by bit, the light dimmed until it flickered out of existence entirely, leaving the space around you with an odd, purified feeling. You went lax in Severus’ arms, and a small, genuine smile blossomed on the vampire’s face. His eyelids fluttered as exhaustion caught up to him. Just as he was contemplating waking you up so that the two of you could head back to his private quarters, the wooden desk transformed into a bed spacious enough for the both of you.

Too tired to ignore the invitation, Severus arranged you in the bed before disrobing and climbing in himself. His foot brushed against something metallic and sharp and you stirred. After checking that you were still asleep, Severus looked down to see what his foot had touched. Sitting innocently on the floor was a glinting, silver piece of metal. Scattered around the side of the bed that Severus was about to climb into were other pieces of the same metal. Peering over at one of the other bits, Severus could make out some engraving on the surface.

His sharp hearing detected a quiet, sleepy moan and his attention switched to you. Then the sheet covering you slipped down, revealing more of you to him and dismissing the bits of metal as unimportant, Severus climbed into bed and pulled you into his arms so your head was resting on his chest.

Had he looked down at his left forearm prior to falling asleep, he would have been able to watch the dark mark grow smaller and then completely vanishing.

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resident-gay-bitch · 7 months ago

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🏳️‍⚧️ Trans Tuesdays 🏳️‍⚧️

Trans Marauders Chaos (MtF Sirius, FtM James + Remus, NB Peter)

So, imagine all the Marauders are actually trans in one way or another. The way the sorting of their rooms works, is literally a matching spell or something that pairs up the boys and girls based on their compatibility, interests, and values. So the Marauders all get clumped together, being the four trans kids (presenting masculine in 1st year) in Gryffindor.

At this stage, Remus and James have both started their transition, both trans masc and passing well enough. Due to money and his amazing family, James is passing extremely well, and Remus not so much. He kind of has to make his own methods, thankful he didn’t get his mam's pretty genes and instead his dads ruggish nature, fugly face and crooked nose, makes things a fair bit easier when he’s not typically ‘pretty’. Sirius is MtF, but she doesn’t know it yet, going about her days as a bloke without much of a clue yet, used to constantly feeling a little off and uncomfortable from growing up in 12GWp. Pete's non-binary, but they don’t know it yet either.

Remus and James have absolutely no intentions of ever admitting that they’re trans to these random boys they share a room with, and so they keep it so well hidden, they don’t even clock each other.

By the time Sirius figures out she’s a girl, and Pete figures out they’re NB, they’re all playing a secret game of hide and don’t get caught. None of them question why they all change in the bathroom, none of them question why they’re all so tidy about their clothes, ensuring no one sees anything that might give them away (like binders, packers, pretty skirts or makeup), none of them question the other peoples odd and secretive behaviour, because they don’t want their own weird demeanours questioned.

It literally takes years before it gets anywhere.

It’s only when Sirius runs away, when James is there hugging her and consoling her in the middle of the night, without having time to bind since he was in bed. And well, from their close proximity Sirius feels something she doesn’t usually feel whilst being held by James. So she does a little snooping, and finds James’ binder awkwardly stuffed into his bedside drawer, and sees pictures of a tiny little girl with James’ face. James pretty quickly fesses up, making Sirius promise to never breathe a word to anyone, so Sirius comes out to James in turn, and it really solidifies their bond.

So, back at Hogwarts, Sirius now knows James is trans, and James knows Sirius isn’t a bloke, the other two deep in the dark. Shenanigans ensue.

Sirius and James are joined at the hip now, constantly around each other, so much so that they’ll both change together in the bathroom at the same time now, not caring around each other because they’re each other's safe space and never feel judged in the other's proximity. Ensuring James sometimes gets lazy with his bindings in the morning since he doesn’t sleep with them on anymore, when he and Sirius share a bed, and sometimes walking through the dorm without them under his baggy shirt. Creating some suspicion from Remus, who sees his own body in James’.

And sometimes James slips up and refers to Sirius as she or her or a girl in conversations with other people, so mindlessly he doesn’t even notice he’s done it, doesn’t “correct” himself. Most people just assume it was a natural slip of the tongue and bypass it, but it can only happen so many times in their dormitory before Pete and Remus catch on.

And then they all start noticing more and more things about each other, as they get older, because they’re more perceptive now and notice when things are a little off kilter. Like, they put two and two together as to why Remus always already has bandages around his chest after a full moon and completely hides away his middle but won't hide the rest of himself, even when his legs or face are more scared than his middle. And they notice empty bottles of hormone potions in the rubbish, and ends of bandages sticking out of drawers and makeup in the bathroom.

They’re all very suspicious of one another, but far too scared to actually come out and say something in fear of being wrong, and then ostracised by their most trusted comrades.

It all implodes one afternoon, after a very rushed morning to get out of the dorm and to the quidditch pitch on time for the game, because they were all up very late pranking and overslept their alarms. James was shouting and chasing them around the room because he couldn't believe he, the quidditch captain, was running late to his own game. And of course Sirius is running around after him, guilty for maybe waking up earlier and ignoring her alarm without much thought. And then they’re all out the door and in the cold, ready to play and watch the match, just in time for the kick off.

It’s when they come back to the dormitory that everything unravels. They walk into the dorm together, all having a laugh, when Remus suddenly stops in his tracks and asks, “Erm, what is that?”

It's then that they all turn to face the middle of the room, where right there on the carpet is a soft blue item of clothing. And both Sirius and Peter dive for it, recognising the shape and colour in an instant.

They both are on the ground, fighting over it for a second before freezing and looking at one another with flabbergasted expressions.

“What the bloody hell do you need a bra for?” Sirius asked.

“Why do you know this is a bra?” Pete asked back.

“Because it’s my-” Sirius shut her mouth immediately.

“What? No, it’s mine!” Pete sassed back.

Sirius furrowed her brow, “No, look, it’s mine.” She said, wiggling it in the air, suspended between each of their hands.

They both looked down at the material between them, one pale blue bra with purple flowers all over it, stretched out from each of them holding one side of the clasp, both sure it was their own. It even has the sweet little bow in the middle that they picked it out for!

“What the bloody hell do you have a bra for?” Remus asked, cutting in.

“My tits-” Sirius shouted, at the exact same time as Peter said, “On the days I want boobs-”

They both looked at eachother again, “No, see, look.” Sirius huffed, tugging at the undergarment, “I picked this out last Christmas, it has a stain on the top of the left boob from my shaving cream- A cup.”

Pete glared at her, flipping their thumb on the tag to turn it over, reading out the label, “Well, this is a B, so-”

“Wha-” Sirius muttered, freezing in her tracks, remembering a very crucial piece of information. She pulled her own collar out, looking down her top to notice she was wearing the exact same bra already, “Oh, well…”

“Told you.” Pete sassed, grinning as they snatched the garment away.

“Wait, why do you have a bra?” Sirius asked again.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Pete narrowed their eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment, both glaring with hard expressions, neither one willing to break.

Standing above them still, James groaned, dropping his head forward, “Erm, this is awkward. Perhaps we should go, Rem, before her head explo-”

“Her.” Remus interrupted, “You always call Sirius she.”

“Yeah, you do.” Pete nodded, looking at Sirius still, “Last I checked, you’ve got a dick.”

“Yeah, well maybe I don’t want it.” Sirius sassed, “Last I checked you did too.”

“Yeah, well…” Pete huffed, “I don’t have a good comeback for that.”

Sirius swallowed, looking at the blue fabric clutched in Pete's hands, “Are you like me?”

“Okay, we should definitely leave, Moon-” James tried.

“Nope.” Remus shook his head, putting his hand on James’ chest to stop him.

“I don’t know, are you like me?” Pete asked back.

“Well, I don’t fucking know. What are you?” Sirius sassed.

Peter glared at her, “You first.”

“No, I asked first.”

“Well, how am I supposed to fucking answer if I don’t know what you are?”

“Right…” Sirius swallowed, “So… you’re a girl?”

“No.” Pete muttered, and Sirius went pale.

“N-no neither am I. Obviously, I’m not- that would be weird. I’m- it’s not… I was just joking-”

“I’m not a bloke either.” Pete cut in, “I don’t know how to explain it.”

Sirius tensed, staring at Pete with desperate eyes, “But you… you have a bra?”

“Cause sometimes I like wearing one.” Pete swallowed, “And sometimes I like makeup, and sometimes I don’t. And sometimes I wanna have a beard and put glitter on my eyes and wear a bra and boxers and… I- I don’t know.”

“Oh…” Sirius nodded, “Well, I don’t…. I like makeup too, and bras… and skirts, and stuff. Don’t like that boy shit though.”

“So, you’re not….”

“A bloke, yeah.” She sighed, kind of relieved to get it off her chest, “Shit, yeah, no. I’m a girl.”

“Oh…” Pete swallowed, “So… was that your hormone potion I found under James’ bed?”

“No, I don’t take mine anywhere other than the box on my bookshelf.” Sirius said defensively, before tensing and glancing up at James, “Wait- no, it probably was. I might have accidentally-”

“Nah, it wasn’t.” James shrugged, sighing, “It was mine.”

“Wait, what?” Remus asked, gobsmacked.

“Your’s?” Pete asked, “Are you a girl too?”

“No, I’m a bloke.” He shrugged, lifting up his shirt and running his hands over the little scars under his chest, “See, bloke. No tits, chopped ‘em off… wow, that was great to get off my chest-”

“Oh my fuck- stop making that joke, James. It’s old.” Sirius groaned.

“Not to them, it’s not!” He defended.

“You know about each other?” Peter asked, looking between James and Sirius.

“You weren't born a bloke either?” Remus muttered, staring at James in awe.

“Nah, I’m on hormone potions-”

“Wait, either?” Sirius asked from the ground, looking up at Remus.

Remus turned red, “Well… yeah.” He huffed, leaning over for the box on the end of his bed, opening it up to show his own hormone potions inside, “Me too.”

“Oh…” James said, looking down at the potions before up at Remus, “You’re like me?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Remus shrugged.

“Okay, wait, are we all…” Sirius started, looking around at the other three, “Are we all a different gender than what we were born with?”

“Yeah.” Pete shrugged, as the other two nodded in agreement.

“Bloody hell.” James laughed, “Six and a half years of running around in secret for nothing, then?”

“That could have saved me so many problems.” Remus groaned, “I made Madame Pomfrey come up with a binding spell to help compress my chest after full moons so you all wouldn’t fucking notice-”

“I got Effie and Flea to find me a glamour spell to cover the fact that I’m growing tits all the time.” Sirius said, smiling up at them, hurriedly reaching for her wand to rid herself of the glamour, “Look, there's a lump!” She said, turning to the side.

“Merlin, you can have mine, if you want.” Remus offered with a laugh.

“So we’re all just fucking stupid?” Pete asked with a smile.

“I guess so.” James shrugged, “Do you reckon we were all put together in this dorm on purpose?”

“If they did do it on purpose, then why the fuck didn’t they tell us.” Sirius huffed, “Do you know how many times I’ve whacked James for calling me a girl in front of you lot? I mean, it feels great but it stresses me out.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” James blushed.

“Do you reckon Minnie will make you move into the girls' dorm if she finds out?” Pete asked.

“God, I hope not.” She grimaced, “I don’t think I’ll survive living in a dorm without James.”

“Oh, hey!” Remus grinned, pointing down at her, “You’ll be able to get into the girls' dorms now, right? We can finally pull that prank on the girls… put those frogs in their bed, get them back for the spiders.”

Sirius grinned, “Oh, you’re brilliant, Remus-”

“Do you reckon Pete will be able to get in?” James asked, looking down at them.

“I don’t know?” Pete replied, furrowing their brow, “I’m not a girl.”

“Yeah, but you’re not a bloke. The charm is there to keep boys out.”

Peter squinted their eyes, “Should we go try it out?”

“Yeah!” James shouted, as they all scrambled towards the door.

“Oi, imagine the look on the girls' faces if you can get in.” Remus added.

Pete could, of course, get in. And the look on the girls' faces was golden. Marlene was rendered into a giggling heap on the ground, because they already knew about Pete, they’re the same. Mary just stared, jaw dropped, and when Sirius waggled her eyebrows and stepped into the room too she jumped up on her chair and shouted, “Bloody hell, Sirius! Are you like me?” Shocking the shit out of them all. Lily was just very confused until they all explained what was happening.

The girls also did not appreciate the frogs in their dormitory that night.

Anyway, they’re all stupid (affectionate). Joanne, fuck you, all your characters are trans in my eye’s. Just you wait. We will take over.

Also, I just know James would make so many top surgery / trans jokes, it would annoy everyone so much. He would think he’s so funny though.

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shyamanuensis · 4 months ago

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Attention - Sebastian Sallow

short little fluffy piece - probably 4 or 5 parts to come at most. very different to what i usually write so... enjoy! xo

It was the rather focused look on Rose’s face that had caught Sebastian’s curiosity. Watching intrigued from a distance across the potions classroom, he had lost count at the number of times the Gryffindor girl had crossed and uncrossed her ankles, shifted to get comfortable on her stool and sighed quietly enough that the whisper kept barely to herself – taunting him as it echoed across the room. The trio of her actions on repeat were intensified each time Rose turned a page of the book she had neatly tucked out of sight within her potions text. Her fingertips tracing the outline of each page’s edge eagerly matching the small smile which had settled on her lips – luring Sebastian into a sense of wonder. What on earth was printed on those pages that she was more focused on them than the usual attention that he received from her.

“Stare any harder Sallow and you’ll burn a hole straight through her.”

Imelda’s words were delivered as cold as she was. The hint of frustration in her voice hadn’t been masked, nor had it been Imelda’s intention to do so. She was well aware of Sebastian’s newfound interest – she had known the fellow Slytherin long enough to be aware of his tells, his mannerisms, his rendezvous – and this behaviour of his, it seemed, was nothing new. Novel at best.

“I’m not staring, I’m just… observing. There’s a difference.”

Tearing a piece of parchment that sat in front of him, Sebastian scrunched it up tight enough to make a small, soft ball and when he was sure Professor Sharp wasn’t looking aimed his shot straight in Rose’s direction. The quiet thud the paper ball made was exacerbated by the hiss Rose made when she felt something unexpected hit the side of her head. Glancing around, she was frustrated that she had been taken away from the escapism her book had been providing her – glaring in Sebastian’s direction when she noticed, from the smirk on his face, the unexpected flying object had come from him.

“What?”

Rose mouthed the question in silence as her eyebrows furrowed together. Little tolerance came from her as Sebastian waved her over, tapping the empty stool beside himself. Rose replied nothing other than the shake of her head. Sebastian gestured again; a come-hither motion with his finger before tapping the empty seat again. Clearly not in the mood, Rose reluctantly obliged and picked up her wand off the station she’d been working at. Closing her potions text to conceal the other book she’d hidden between its pages, she paced slowly across the classroom, unimpressed at Sebastian’s disruption.

“Wouldn’t kill you to smile you know Jones.”

The roll of Rose’s eyes as she approached the table of Slytherin’s hit Sebastian as hard as Imelda’s kick had to his shin under the table. Wincing at the pain, Sebastian shook it off as typical female behaviour, overconfidently proud of himself for gaining Rose’s attention. He’d be stroking his own ego later undoubtedly.

“Wouldn’t kill you to leave me alone for a single class Sallow”, Rose retorted, standing by the empty stool, yet not taking a seat, “Or are you really so insecure that a book I’m reading is getting more attention than you?”

“Well, that’s exactly what I wanted to ask you about”, Sebastian smirked again; his eyes lighting up with a phenomenon that envied those of the greatest wizarding minds. “What are you reading? It’s clearly not course material – I’ve never seen someone so engrossed by potions texts.”

“It’s nothing Sebastian.” “Oh -- it doesn’t look like nothing Rosie.” “How many times do I have to ask you to stop calling me that?” “Once more. Of course, I’d stop if you just answered my question.” “Like getting an answer has ever stopped you from anything...”

Their bickering was cut short by a groan from Imelda who had slammed the ingredients she had been focused on down hard against the tabletop and shot a glare at them both commanding complete and utter silence. Sebastian and Rose both swallowed nervously in unison.

“With love and persuasion...”

A look of bemusement puzzled across Sebastian’s face as it took him a half second to register what Imelda had just said. He’d heard the title before. He was sure of it. Something his sister Anne had once read. Although Sebastian couldn’t quite remember all the rambling Anne had carried on with, having half blocked it out – obsessed with this text like it had some kind of magical choke hold on her.

“With love and persuasion?”, Sebastian asked, a venom to his tone – just to be sure that he was hearing this right. “A romance? You’re reading romance novels in the middle of class? Like ‘Pride and Prejudice’?”

“You know Pride and Prejudice’?” “I have a teenage sister, of course I know Pride and Prejudice, Rosie - who doesn’t?” “Well then you’d know that this book, just like that is a harmless little story Sebastian...” “Harmless little stories don’t have girls smiling into pages about fictional idiots.”

Rose rolled her eyes again, this time a huffed scoff joining in. She folded her arms nearly across her chest and shook her head, not sure where to even begin on the commented that had just been made. Her eyes gazing up the ceiling in the hopes that the candlelight above would provide some kind of reassurance to her words she was carefully mustering up to select.

“Are you jealous?” “WHAT? No. Rosie that’s ridiculous. Why would I be jealous of a fictional character?” “Well it sure sounds like you are Sallow…”

Before Professor Sharp had made his way over to where sudden fuss had begun, Imelda reached over to smack them both with her wand, a glaring side eye as she made it clear she, like everyone else in class, was trying to focus.

“Would you two cut it out! Get a room if you’re going to argue.”

The apologised in unison; Rosie a softly whispered sorry while Sebastian did the same while rubbing the back of his neck. Surely Sebastian wasn’t feeling threatened by a character – so perfect, so well written, so particular to pique his friends’ interest that it frustrated him. Pushing the stool she hadn’t sat on back in beneath the table, Rosie bit at her nails in a nervous habit to look busy.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to back to reading. Please do try not to annoy me for the rest of class.”

And with that, she twirled lightly on her heels, walking away without a further word – only a tap in her step.

“You’re just a modern-day Mr Darcy, aren’t you?”

Imelda’s words cut thick through the animosity which had begun to consume the air.

“Mr Darcy doesn’t have anything on me.” “Oh really?” “Please.. women love me.” “Because you manage to scrape the bottom of the barrel when it comes to – better – options available for eye candy around school.”

The last few words trickling from Imelda’s mouth were as hard for her to say as they were for Sebastian to hear. He had charisma, he had confidence, he had ego to match. He was charming – surely no match for any fiction character Rosie, or any other girl, had fallen for ridiculously.

“Imelda – are you telling me you don’t think I’m as suave or as charming as a fictional character? C’mon – how good can that book even be?” “There’s another copy of it in the library. Borrow it and take a read for yourself.”

Now there was an idea that Sebastian could get his head around.

“You’re a genius Reyes.”

Sebastian’s compliment was complemented by an unwarranted hug that Imelda shook off unimpressed by all this behaviour.

“Ever touch me again and I’ll hex you.” “Cover for me while I sneak away to the library?” “What? No… Sebastian you’re doing your own damn class work.”

Although she wasn’t quick enough. Imelda’s words were met with an abrupt wall of ignorance as Sebastian slipped out of the darkened classroom, determined to find this ridiculous little book and work out what exactly it was that was consuming his friend's attention.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x oc #fluff

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localwolfgoesawooo · 1 month ago

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microfic - 885 words - angst & miscommunication

The first time Regulus saw James with Lily was in his sixth year.

He hadn’t spoken with James in ages, much less snogged, but there he was — foolishly wandering the halls in hopes of bumping into the handsome Gryffindor, maybe find a hidden tapestry like they used to.

He was just rounding a corner when he heard the familiar laugh. It instantly caused his breath to hitch and stomach to flutter. Gods but he was a lovesick fool. He instinctively followed the alluring sound, but what it lead him to momentarily stopped his heart. All the warmth in his body evaporated, leaving a cold, empty shell in its wake.

James had Lily bloody Evans backed up against the wall, and in between laughing they were kissing. On the mouth. When the fuck did that happen? Since when did Lily even like him back?

Unwillingly, Regulus let out a choked noise, recoiling like he had been physically struck. Both James and Lily jumped at the sound, turning towards him with wide eyes.

The look on the older boy’s face when their eyes met was a mixture of guilt, anger and confusion. Regulus could only guess that the anger part was because of him essentially cockblocking them. Bloody twit, how did he ever delude himself into thinking that James would pick him over her? Regulus was tainted. Infused with cruelty and darkness. Of course he wouldn’t want him.

And the thing is, he and James didn’t even have a relationship. They weren’t anything. So what if they snogged here and there over the years? It hardly meant anything. Certainly not to James. He was single and perfectly within his rights to do exactly as he pleased. It was fine.

But then why did it hurt so badly? Regulus was generally not a very emotional person, most things peeled right off him, because of his thick skin. Courtesy of having Walburga Black as a mother, no doubt. But this? It felt like James had physically ripped apart his ribs one by one, reached inside, yanked his heart from his chest cavity and torn it to pieces with his bare hands. Slowly. Torturously.

"Regulus?" James’ cautious voice cut off his reeling thoughts, bringing him back to the present.

"Oh—Sorry! I—Er—I didn’t mean to interrupt—sorry. I’ll be going now," Regulus squeaked out when he located his voice, beyond mortified over the fact that he had stood gaping at them like some sort of pervert. He needed to get the hell out of there.

Without further hesitation, Regulus spun on the spot and started speed walking away. Squeezing his eyes shut in a feeble attempt to stop the humiliating tears from falling, all while trying to get his suddenly very ragged breathing under control.

"Reg! Wait up."

Salazar give him strength.

"What, James?" He snarled, harsher than he intended, as he turned to face him. Schooling his features into the well rehearsed expressionless, cold mask he wore so often.

James’ big doe eyes looked so very conflicted. Like he didn’t know what to say. Which was really idiotic because he’s the one who bloody chased him down. Typical Gryffindor behaviour, always acting before they think.

"Look. I- the thing is.. Okay, so—"

"Oh for Merlins sake Potter, get on with it. I’ve not got all day, and you wouldn’t want to keep your girlfriend waiting." Regulus snapped at him, venom dripping from his voice.

James flinched at his outburst, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he had just literally stomped on his heart, he might have felt bad. Alas, here they were.

"Right," he cleared his throat, an unreadable emotion playing on his face. "I just wanted to— well, to apologise for what you saw, I suppose. It’s very new and I hadn’t had the chance to speak with you yet. Which I was going to do—of course—It’s just… well, you know," he gestured wildly towards Regulus’ general being.

No, he didn’t. He didn’t know at all.

"Anyway, she wants to be with me, for real, and though I really like you— you know I do—I’m looking for more than just hook ups. And of course, I don’t blame you for not wanting that with me! I completely understand, I knew that when we started our…arrangement. But she wants more with me. So… erm— Yeah. I guess I just wanted to explain."

What. The. Fuck.

Either Regulus had been obliviated or James had violently jumped to conclusions, because when in the name of Salazar did he ever say he didn’t want to be with James? As a matter of fact, Regulus had the distinct impression that James was the one who wanted to keep them casual— a secret. This whole time, he never ever said or did anything that could’ve led the older boy to believe otherwise. It always seemed like he was wary of being seen with Regulus, so naturally, he assumed.

Merlin. What was happening? No. He couldn’t handle it actually, he was two breaths away from a full panic attack and he needed to leave.

So he nodded at the boy in front of him without meeting his eyes, croaked out a pathetic "Okay" before he turned around and bolted down the corridor like the true coward that he was.

Leaving his shattered heart behind.

#from my drafts #microfic #my writing #angst #miscommunication #regulus black #james potter #jegulus

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training4theapocalypse · 2 years ago

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Finders Keepers (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Eventual smut in future chapters (not this one though sorry), language, sexual themes, homophobia (kind of but it's received by reader as banter)

Summary: It's your seventh year at Hogwarts and you've finally been made Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain. This year is going to be your year... if you can make it through your N.E.W.Ts without being distracted by your new Potions partner.

A/N: The content nobody asked for. But I am begging the Freddie Stroma stans to give Cormac McLaggen a chance. I PROMISE I CAN FIX HIM!!!! Reader is a bisexual 'not like other girls' type of girl but she becomes more bearable as the story goes on. Reader and McLaggen are both 18. Also I just want to say that I fucking hate JK Rowling and will be gleefully bastardising her work.

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Chapter 1: Amortentia

Breakfast on the second day of term was a much more rushed experience than it had been in previous years- you barely had time to collect your timetables from Professor Flitwick, never mind eat anything. You hardly noticed the cool September sun streaming through the ceiling of the Great Hall. Gazing wistfully at the breakfast table, you listened while Flitwick reminded you of the importance of your seventh year at Hogwarts.

Marietta was taking much longer than usual to get ready these days, and so, you, her and Cho had left Ravenclaw Tower late. Ever since that Hermione Granger had cursed her, Marietta had been applying a thick layer of makeup to hide the pimples spelling ‘sneak’ across her face and you resented Granger for upsetting your dormmate- especially when that dormmate’s new skincare routine just made you miss your favourite meal of the day.

“What do you think Slughorn will be like?” asks Cho, as the three of you stand at the back of the short queue outside the Potions classroom- your first lesson of the year.

“Seems like a bit of a creep,” you shrug. “Didn’t you hear about his Slug Club? Nonce behaviour if you ask me.”

Cho chuckles half-heartedly while Marietta only deigns to give you a scandalised look. Alicia would have found it funny, you think to yourself, a knife twisting in your stomach when you’re reminded of her.

Cho and Marietta were the closest friends you had at Hogwarts now that Alicia Spinnett had graduated and then unceremoniously dumped you immediately afterwards. Your sense of humour was a little too crude for Cho and Marietta, and this combined with your general disinterest in giggling and gossiping about the boys at Hogwarts made you the third wheel of the group.

The queue starts moving and you file into the dungeon past a cauldron, filled to the brim with what you quickly recognise from your textbook as Amortentia. The powerful love potion is supposed to smell different to each person, depending on what attracts them and you’ve always wondered what it would smell like to you. The three of you step forward - you inhale and it smells simultaneously like the leather of new Quidditch keeper gloves, buttery toast and a spicy amber and jasmine scent that you only vaguely recognise.

The class is considerably smaller than it was last year after several students found Snape’s demands of N.E.W.T level students to be too much and dropped out. Cho and Marietta, predictably sit at a table together leaving you to sit at the desk behind them next to… ugh, Cormac McLaggen. You suppose that you don’t hate McLaggen but you’ve always found him to be a typical Gryffindor- arrogant and entitled.

You give each other a silent nod in recognition as you walk towards him. McLaggen reluctantly moves his book bag from the chair beside him as if it’s inconveniencing him to put his belongings on the floor - entitled. You sit down and have to shuffle your chair away several inches from him because his stupidly broad shoulders take up so much space. Even from the very back of the classroom, the sweet and spicy fragrance of Amortentia reaches your nostrils.

Professor Slughorn opens his arms. “Welcome, seventh-years, to the most important year of all at Hogwarts. Your N.E.W.T.s will take place in just a few short months.” You fidget with your silver cutting knife impatiently- you’ve already heard this speech. Slughorn walks over to his cauldron and continues “Today we’re going to be making something that regularly comes up in your practical exam: Amortentia. Can anyone-”

You practically hear the whoosh of four hands shooting up in the air, the Ravenclaws already desperate to prove their potions prowess to the new teacher. You roll your eyes and catch McLaggen doing the same. Ugh, you don’t want to be associated with McLaggen, who doesn’t even feel like he has to try to impress Slughorn - arrogant - so you lift your hand listlessly in the air.

“My, my!” guffaws Slughorn, observing the eager students around the room. “I see we’ve all had our breakfast today!” Your stomach grumbles. “Can anyone tell me what Amortentia is?” Your half-hearted hand seems to draw his attention more than the keen, upright ones. He points at you.

“It’s the world’s most dangerous love potion, Sir.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Oh-ho! An interesting choice of words. Would you care to elaborate?”

“It causes intense feelings of infatuation, to the point of obsession. I think it should be made illegal.”

“Here we go,” mutters McLaggen and you feel the tension in the class as they brace themselves. You’re reminded by their reaction that your tendency to be hot-headed was the final straw in your breakup with Alicia. So instead, you take a deep breath and give a more measured answer than you had originally intended.

“MACUSA made Amortenia a controlled substance in 1922 and I think the Ministry of Magic should follow suit. The use of any love potion on a non-consenting person, but especially one as strong as Amortentia, is unethical, to say the least.”

Some of your fellow students shift uncomfortably. If the rumours are to be believed, many of them have used love potions before but you hold your tongue.

“I say!” says Slughorn, looking pleased with the mild discourse you’ve caused, livening up his early morning lesson. “Very well-reasoned of you. And I assume, by your impassioned stance, that it’s your desire to join the Department of Magical Law Enforcement when you leave Hogwarts?”

“Er…” You hesitate, anticipating the usually negative reaction your answer gets you. “Not really. Well, maybe if I can’t play Quidditch. Professionally.”

“Well, you may end up a tad over-qualified - there aren’t many professional Quidditch players with an N.E.W.T. in Potions, I can tell you that! But take a well-earned point for Ravenclaw for your answer.” He smiles genially. “Convictions aside, we will be brewing this very love potion today. And while they’re not illegal, they are banned at Hogwarts so I’ll be ensuring that you’ve vanished your potions at the end of class.”

Professor Slughorn instructs you all to find the page on Amortentia in ‘Advanced Potion Making’ and to start brewing the potion. It’s one the most delicate potion recipes you’ve ever come across- even compared to the other N.E.W.T. level potions you made last year.

Your cauldron needs to be as hot as possible so you set the fire underneath it and get to work, furrowing your brow and reading the steps outlined in your textbook. You add rose petals to your pestle and mortar and start grinding them into a paste.

“So, what did you smell when you walked past?” McLaggen nods to the front of the room. “The Gryffindor girls’ dorm?”

“Yeah, right, what did you smell? The seat of Harry Potter’s broomstick? Because sticking your nose there is the only way you’ll actually make the team this year.”

He laughs. “I don’t know, I fancy my chances now that a few of the old stalwarts have left. What’s Alicia up to these days, anyway?” He asks, not unpleasantly but your jaw clenches all the same as you grind your rose petals.

“We broke up at the start of summer.”

“Ah well, I’ll put a word in with Katie Bell for you when I join the team. I know how much you like those Gryffindor chasers.”

“Fuck off, McLaggen.” You realise you’ve been mashing your rose petals a bit too hard and they’ve turned to slop. Shit.

“Alright, just a joke.”

“Yeah, well don’t bother.”

While your breakup isn’t fresh, you’re in no mood to talk about Alicia. Minutes pass as both of you stand side by side, stirring your cauldrons anti-clockwise. Your arm aches and your brow begins to sweat from the heat of the cauldron as you count to one hundred and eleven- the correct number of times you’re supposed to stir it according to ‘Advanced Potion Making’.

You stop stirring and drop a moonstone into your potion. The sweet and spicy smell coming from McLaggen’s direction is already much stronger than yours even though you’re a step further ahead of him. You peer interestedly over at his cauldron just as he holds a stone over it, ready to drop it in but your hand flies out to catch it before it can hit the liquid.

“Woah, what-?”

“That’s quartz- not moonstone,” you tut, tossing the quartz on his table.

“Shit, thanks. Good catch- you could be a seeker.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

He smirks in agreement as he chucks a moonstone into his cauldron.

“So, how’s your team looking this year?” He asks, breaking the silence as you wait for your potions to start bubbling, watching for the steam to start rising in characteristic spirals.

“Not bad. Most of last year’s squad is still here, including Cho obviously. I just need a new Chaser to replace Davies.” The heady smell is almost overpowering now as you both lean against the table. You start chopping peppermint leaves and he does the same. “I’ve booked the pitch for try-outs this Saturday. When are Gryffindor’s?”

“No word yet. Potter’s not as organised as you.”

“Well, let me know and I might pop down to watch you embarrass yourself.”

He laughs and scrapes his leaves into his cauldron with the edge of his knife.

“I’m hoping to catch him at Slughorn’s dinner party, see if I can butter him up a little.”

“Right, Slug Club,” you say derisively. Honestly, you’d have more respect for Potter if he made his useless friend Gryffindor keeper rather than choosing McLaggen because they’re both in Slughorn’s clique for the Howarts elite.

You tip in your leaves and stir your cauldron counter-clockwise, waiting for the liquid to turn from sage green to pearlescent milky white. McLaggen quickly grabs your arm, his large hand encircling the entire circumference of your forearm.

“Clockwise!” He urges, releasing you so you can start stirring in the opposite direction.

“Fuck!” Making stupid mistakes in Potions is thus far unmarked territory for you. You’re not used to having a Potions partner who distracts you. You watch your potion as you frantically stir the other way, praying that it turns its signature mother-of-pearl sheen. It stays adamantly green.

“Sorry, I didn’t notice- I should have stopped you quicker.”

“And time’s up!” says Slughorn, clapping his hands together.

You look up at McLaggen and he’s looking back at you apprehensively as if you might go off on one- your fiery reputation predecdes you. You take a deep breath and your nostrils fill with the amber and jasmine scent, making you instantly feel calmer. “It’s fine. My mistake. Besides, we can’t all have my reflexes.”

Slughorn walks around the room inspecting the potions and providing feedback. You feel a twinge of resentment when you see that McLaggen’s looks almost identical to the example potion.

Slughorn looks in your cauldron and gives you a small nod. “A decent effort but that should have been clockwise stirring in the final step, my dear.” You purse your lips and give him a curt jerk of the head in acknowledgement.

He positively beams when he turns to look in McLaggen’s cauldron. “Ah, excellent, excellent Cormac m’boy!” coos Slughorn, reaching up and gripping McLaggen’s shoulder congratulatorily. He gestures to the rest of the class to come over and see McLaggen’s cauldron. “Now, this is what we’re looking for. A textbook example. One drop and I daresay we’d all be besotted with you.” McLaggen looks at you intently, you suppose he’s feeling guilty for accepting Slughorn’s praise without giving you any credit. “Class dismissed. Cormac, take five points for Gryffindor and I’ll see you on Thursday night for our little get-together.”

“Yes, sir.”

You quickly vanish your potion, shove your belongings into your bookbag, and leave the classroom to catch up with Cho and Marietta in the corridor. The three of you start making your way upstairs through the throng of students to your next class but you hear a voice calling from behind you.

“Hey!” A heavy hand clasps your shoulder and you spin around. “Thanks for saving me in there,” says McLaggen.

“Anytime,” you say, in what you hope is a casual, and not annoyed tone.

In the busy corridor, someone bumps into the heavy bag on your shoulder, knocking you off balance. McLaggen catches you before you fall, holding you tightly against him and you’re overpowered by the scent of amber and jasmine again. He helps you stand back upright and places a hand on each of your shoulders to steady you. You blink up at him, stunned, meeting his green eyes.

“There. We’re even.” He grins. “My reflexes aren’t that bad after all. Anyway, see you later.” He slaps you on the back in a sporting kind of way and heads off in the opposite direction.

“Are you okay?” asks Cho as you stare after him, speechless, watching his broad figure, head and shoulders above most of the crowd, as he walks away. You feel your heart pounding in your chest.

He smells like Amortentia. Or, says a small voice in your head, Amortentia smells like him.

Chapter 2: Confundo

#cormac mclaggen #cormac mclaggen x reader #harry potter #freddie stroma #ravenclaw #hp fanfcition #harry potter fanfiction #hp fic #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfic #hp fanfiction

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usagirln12003 · 6 months ago

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Zenitsu Agatsuma: Hogwarts AU

Zenitsu Agatsuma is a Half-Blood wizard was born on the 3rd of September 1975 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1987, being sorted into Gryffindor House.

He has a Red Oak wand with a Unicorn Hair core.

His Patronus is Non-Corporeal.

His favorite subject is Divination and his least favorite is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He was a Chaser for the Gryffindor quidditch team from his second year onward.

Zenitsu is cowardly, nihilistic, weak-willed, and anxious, often claiming that he doesn't have long to live due to the danger of the Fourth Wizarding War. He has rather low self-esteem despite his talent and strength, even considering himself useless. This was evident when he couldn't believe he had defeated a dark wizard in a duel and tricked himself into instead believing that it was Shoichi, even though the latter was a young child who hadn't started at Hogwarts yet. Zenitsu is in a constant state of fear, and he frequently tries to run away at the sight of danger, claiming he wants to live a modest, normal life instead of that of a wizard. Due to this, Zenitsu screams and shouts a lot, much to the annoyance of the people around him. He is also shown to be pessimistic at times, especially during Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons, where he lashed out at Tanjiro and Inosuke for viewing the lessons positively.

In spite of his weaknesses, Zenitsu desires to live up to the expectations others have set for him and will try his hardest when he needs to. He holds great respect and admiration for his comrades and his deceased grandfather, Jigoro Kuwajima, and his inner focus and drive to avenge him help to wash away his cowardice and second thoughts when he is in a pinch. Zenitsu also hates himself for how cowardly and incompetent he is, despite genuinely striving to better himself.

Zenitsu is also shown to be something of a wannabe womanizer, stemming from a desire to not be single should he be killed. He tends to hit on girls who he thinks are cute and asks them to marry him, much to their annoyance. This womanizing nature is shown to override his docile and quiet personality, particularly when he believes his comrades are "flirting" with cute girls; he would snap and go on long hysterical rants and complaints. Zenitsu is shown to have a strong attraction to Nezuko, openly expressing his affection for her and always rushing to protect her as if on instinct. During these times, he is also shown to become physically aggressive, lashing out at people in frustration. Though, despite his shallow behaviour in this regard, Zenitsu does show respect for women, telling Daki to let go of a girl that Daki nearly tore the ear off of and later demanding that she apologize, showing no fear at all in front of the enraged vampire.

In spite of his cowardly demeanour and somewhat pathetic attempts to gain the attention of women, he has shown level-headedness on rare occasions, becoming annoyed by his comrades' shenanigans, such as Tanjiro's kind naivety, Inosuke's bombastic personality, Kyojuro's boisterous and loud character, and Tengen's self-glorifying proclamations. As such, he typically squabbles with Inosuke when the latter goes on with his loud demands and boasts. Additionally, as the only one to have grown up in the city, Zenitsu is the most street-smart of the trio, being the most familiar with urban environments and Great Britain's industrialization. As such, he became frustrated with his partners' lack of understanding, namely Tanjiro and Inosuke's inability to recognize a train.

At the end of his sixth year, Zenitsu gives off a different, more serious impression, as if he is focused on something important, even disregarding Tanjiro's worries for him as he claims there is something he must do by himself. This development occurred after receiving a letter from Chuntaro, which revealed his grandfather's death and his adopted brother Kaigaku's role behind it. During his duel against Kaigaku, Zenitsu is stern and becomes enraged, causing him to angrily yell at him for disrespecting their grandfather who had taken them in after being orphaned due to the Third Wizarding War. His sudden change surprises his former brother, as Zenitsu shows a more mature persona compared to his usual cowardice.

#crossover hogwarts au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #zenitsu agatsuma #1987-1988

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asterialunarr · 1 year ago

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What are some headcanons for Marauders / golden era people??

Common things like Peter, Marlene and James being childhood besties, Panodra and Evan being twins etc are very dear to me but i want to talk about some spesific things that are not being talked about.

-I think Barty suffered from anti-social personality disorder (someone with antisocial personality disorder will typically be manipulative, deceitful and reckless, and will not care for other people's feelings.) Most of the time he didnt even understand why people were upset or mad at him. Regulus, Evan and Pandora were the only people in his life to help him through this and understand his behaviour.

-ı talked about this in my fanfiction recently but I think Sybill being a half-sister to Lestranges is a perfect head-canon. We should give the girls background stories as well.

-Frank was James's gay awakening. He just was.

-Marlene was a terrible driver.

-First established relationship was not wolfstar. It was pandalily. Because pandora was close with both gryffindors and slytherins she practically built the bridge between them.

-For Barty the hat stalled between ravenclaw and slytherin. He wanted to be in slytherin as his childhood friends were already there.

-Mary and Emmeline met through their mutual love for fashion. They were the trendsetters at their year.

-Narcissa was what Andromeda was to Sirius to Regulus but their friendhsip lasted shorter as they grew up.

-Peter was the jokesmaster among the marauders. He wasnt good at plotting pranks but he'd drop jokes that made the others cackle all the time. If not a gryffindor, he'd be a hufflepuff.

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caz66 · 3 years ago

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This is not a drill! not a drill! what do we do now?? ...Brits take over discord and cause chaos in the chats........

is discord down or is it just my phone 😭😭😭

#typical Gryffindor behaviour #we miss you

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buttercupbuckk · 3 years ago

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BBC Merlin Characters: Houses & Wands

Having recently re-watched Merlin early this year, and getting into the fandom once again - I took it upon myself to do sort some of my favourite characters in houses but also create them their own wands too. All of these are based on my interpretations of the characters, as well as headcanons within the fandom considering many of these characters lack proper development within the show (*couch Arthur *cough* Percival *cough*). You are of course allowed to disagree, and I would love to here your own versions too! But i hope you enjoy this!

Also, fair warning, I am completely ignoring the Harry Potter history within this, cause honestly, its a bit rubbish,

Guinevere:

Though Ravenclaws are often depicted as wise and smart - qualities which Gwen certainly upholds of course - they are also incredibly creative and unique; underrated traits within Ravenclaws which I believe Gwen represents perfectly.

Regarding her wand, Hazel wood often chooses wielders who have deep connections with and a high awareness of ones emotions, regardless whether they are positive or negative in nature, and the power used through the wand relies heavily on the emotions of the caster. Not to mention they are incredibly loyal to a caster, as well as brilliant at producing skillful magic - which I thought did Gwen justice and represented her well. Unicorn Hair cores produce the most consistent magic, as well as being incredibly faithful.

Morgana:

Slytherin house is notable for traits such as ambition and cunningness, and even from Season 1, we are made aware of Morgana's own ambition as well as her determined nature - which perhaps gets lost in meaning of vague stubbornness. Slytherin house upholds many of the qualities Morgana has, and in my honest opinion, no other house is capable of representing her so well.

Witches and Wizards who wield wands crafted from Ebony are typically best suited for combative magic - which I believe suites Morgana's nature well, and pairs brilliantly with her as a person. Ebony wands are known for being just as determined as their casters and are never easily swayed from their cause either. Her wands core, Phoenix Feather, was an easy choice as through out the Harry Potter series it resembles magic as it changes form and ages in skill, which is probably because the core itself can take a while to show it's true nature and power - so I believed it to represent Morgana better than any other core.

Merlin:

Slytherin house is typically associated with misguided and villainous characters, which is just an incorrect notion in itself, I believe that Merlin suites many of it's other traits, particularly determination and cleverness, and given Merlin's sarcastic and sharp witted behaviour as well as his ambitious nature, I feel as if it is impossible to imagine him in any other house but Hufflepuff, given his extreme notions of loyalty and kindness, but in the end I felt as if Slytherin represented in just that much more.

Wizards who are chosen by Cedar wands are known for their strength of character and their odd loyalty. The wands themselves are just as perceptive as their wielders, and it is noted that it would be foolish to cross someone who wields these wands, especially to hurt people in which they care about: in general, it fits Merlin perfectly. Wands which contain Dragon Heartstring cores, are not only known for producing unbelievably powerful and volatile magic, but are also incredibly prone to accidents, as well as forming strong bonds with their wielders. Given Merlin's own personality and general character, his perfect wand would be one that represents his power, loyalty, and general clumsiness.

Arthur:

In a controversial turn of events, I did not sort Arthur Pendragon into Gryffindor. While he does show bravery and courage, I prefer to focus on my beloved traits of Arthur's - ones which he learnt from his subjects and friends, rather than from inherently being a noble and knight. Hufflepuff's are not only the most loyal, but they also have a strong sense of justice, dedication and hard-working tendencies. All of which Arthur should be credited more for, rather than just his courage and bravery. Even from early episodes of season 1 we are exposed to his sense of justice, as well as his dedication - not only to his family, but also to his knights and closest companion. Hufflepuff just suites Arthur's core better than any other house.

Regarding his wand, I spent quite a lot of time debating between quite a few choices, before ending up with Rowan wood and Phoenix Feather core. Rowan wands are suited best for strong willed and defensive magic, and refuse to turn towards evil. Notably, Rowan wands are at their happiest placed with those of a pure-heart, and can out-duel many. Phoenix Feather wands are hard to learn, but given time and dedication, are perfectly suited for those with powerful magic.

Lancelot:

The values of a Gryffindor are ones that align with Lancelot in almost perfect ways. From his chivalry to his nerve, Lancelot is just the most accurate portrayal of a Gryffindor within this show, and perhaps across a vast amount of fictional characters.

Crafting Lancelot's wand was rather easy for me, considering his clear character and personality. The wood I chose, Black Walnut, typically represents wizards with good instincts and easy to master, but it is quite attuned to inner conflicts and is unable to perform to a witch or wizard who is dishonest to themselves, and given Lancelot's tendency to exceedingly keep himself honest to his cores, I felt that it suited him the best. The core, I believe, balances it out well given that Unicorn Hair wands are typically loyal to their original owners and create stable and consistent magic.

Gwaine:

Like Lancelot, Gwaine treasures many of Gryffindor's values but at the end of the day, when it comes down to is, he is just stupidly brave and above all else, he is one of the most daring knights to ever grace Albion, nevermind Camelot.

His wand was honestly the most comical thing to create in my opinion. Dogwood wands are typically best suited for entertaining wizards, who are playful and exciting. However, it would be wrong to think that they are not capable of producing the most serious magic - as these wands can perform outstanding feats of magic, especially under tough conditions. For Gwaine's core, I chose a more exotic option, deciding upon Thunderbird Tail Feather which are powerful but incredibly difficulty to control - and i thought that this represented Gwaine well, especially given his own stubborn nature and inability to step down from a fight would explain how wands of these cores perform magic alone to protect if needs be.

Leon:

I will stand by Hufflepuff Leon until the day I literally perish. If you wanted a definition of pure and true loyalty, I would simply point you in the direction of this man. As a Hufflepuff myself, I see a lot of my own qualities in Leon, especially his dedication, hard work and loyalty - he's also quite funny, and while not an official trait, many Hufflepuff characters are known for using comedy to protect oneself from something - in Leon's case, "poetry".

I struggled immensely to craft Leon's wand, and it certainly took a lot of effort it find the perfect wood and wand combination that suited his essence. In the end, I chose English Oak which is best suited for loyal wizards who's core is made from strength, courage and fidelity. People who use these wands typically have powerful intuition too. For the core, I believed for a loyal wood to be used at it's highest, it needed a core which matched it's loyalty perfectly - so that is why i chose Unicorn Hair core for Leon.

Percival:

For Percival, I followed a similar route to that of Leon and Arthur, choosing Hufflepuff house. Percival has a strong sense of justice, and seeks it more often than not, but he also appears at most times, incredibly kind and respectful - not just for appearances sake either, but as a reflection of his true feelings towards people. Percival embodies truth and honest, Hufflepuff traits often hidden by their loyalty and kindness.

Pear wands are best suited for wizards who are warm-hearted and generous, and the wands themselves tend to be popular and well-respected, perhaps like the wizard who carries it. They are known for turning to the Dark Arts, and are some of the most resilient wands known to man, which I believes is a strong and noble description of Percival that is more than well deserved. Unicorn Hair core, like previously stated, is best suited for wizards of great loyalty and fidelity, and produce a steady stream of wonderful magic.

Elyan:

There is very little I can deduce about Elyan's character, but for a fact I know he is one of the most resourceful and determined knights, as he was long before joining those at the Round Table - and I think the fact that some of these traits he had to learn among the way is what truly embodies what it means to be a member of Slytherin House.

Wands made from Poplar are best suited for those who pride themselves on their integrity. They are consistent and strong, and often find themselves working at their best in the company of those with clear morals and determination to follow them - which is why I believed it to suite Elyan best compared to any other wand wood. The unicorn hair core paired well with this, especially if the wizard in question usually has good morals, and a tendency to seek justice.

Mordred:

Mordred is incredibly complex and difficult to decipher - he has skills which align to multiple houses, but in the end I felt more comfortable placing him in Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw's like Mordred pride themselves on their originality, independence as well as their tendency for being analytical. However, Mordred aligns best with Ravenclaws in this manner as these are the times in which Ravenclaws are described for overlooking specific senses of humanity whilst gathering a detailed picture - which on the end is why I placed him in Ravenclaw.

In regards to his wand though, I chose Red Oak for the wood of the wand given the fact that it works best for wizards who are quick-witted, and adaptable but also with a hot-temper - they are also great for spell creation, and given Mordred's core traits, i felt that this suited him well. The core to his wand, however, is another rarer core; Augurey Tail Feather. The core is best for those who are often misunderstood, wise, ready-minded, free-spirited, and reclusive. These wands have an affinity for divination to. So all in all, I felt this combination would make a perfect wand for Mordred.

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HP FESTS: DramioneFanfictionWriters (Part 4)

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Famous Shakespeare Lines, February 2021:

Short Life For A Daffodil by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Hermione and Draco have a wild daughter who likes to pull up daffodils and frustrate her parents, but the duo wouldn't be without their children.

Friends Dont by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - "You don’t choose who you fall for!” “No, because I sure as hell wouldn’t be standing here now would I?” Hermione mourns the loss of a relationship.

The Malfoy Mistress by ThebeMoon - M, one-shot - Unable to bear the sight of Bellatrix carving into Hermione Granger at Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy whisks his hated former schoolmate to safety. He should have known better.

Rules of Engagement by Art3misiA - T, one-shot - Lucius just had to be difficult about the idea of Draco and Hermione getting married. Will Draco and Hermione allow him to throw his weight around, or will they bring him to heel?

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Popular 90's TV Shows, March 2021:

The Death of Theo Nott by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - “Hermione.” Her head whipped up to see the broken expression in Draco’s eyes. “He wouldn’t kill himself.”

The Night of the Rats by rennaissance_woman - not rated, one-shot - What happens when a prank war goes too far?

Perfect Harmony by Talonwillow (TalonWillow) - T, one-shot -Professor Slughorn's star Potions pupil Hermione was tired of being the ugly duckling, so she created a potion that would transform her into a beautiful swan. Everyone seemed to like the shiny new version of her... Well, except for herself and maybe one other. Would Draco Malfoy convince her that what everyone else was seeing was what he saw every day, and would Hermione finally be able to live in Perfect Harmony?

Dramione Go Star Trekking by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Riker has made a pass at Hermione and she doesn't quite know how to deal with it.

Bloody Colonials by Maira - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger has had a long week, and the last thing she wants to do is leave the comfort of her home. But when her best friend asks for her help in dealing with a possible cursed object, what can she do but help? Brownies, Potion-making robe etiquette, and a cursed Nigerian mask all add up to a typical night at Hogwarts. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal challenge.

The Latest Teenage Drama by Art3misiA - T, one-shot - Teenagers. Gotta love em. Teenage dramas? Not so much. Draco and Hermione navigate the perils of unwanted teenage behaviour - 90s family sitcom style.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Around the World, April 2021:

The Assignment by Art3misiA - G, one-shot - Hermione and Draco, Aurors, have been sent to Cape Town on a top secret assignment - to track down a former Death Eater.

Finding Them by KrysKrossZee - T, WIP - After not finding her parents in Austrailia, Hermione enlists Draco's help and the two make their way to Vancouver when they have a new lead.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: The Language of Flowers, May 2021:

Spilled Ink by Maira - M, one-shot - It's nearly Christmas, and things aren't great. Draco Malfoy is still on house arrest due to the Wizengamot being a bag of dicks. Hermione Granger is out of the country on a job, which means he won't see her for a few weeks. And to top it all off, Hermione has sent Draco a plant. A green, spiky plant, for no reason that he can fathom. Oh, and a spelled journal that he's now supposed to write in. Because nothing could possibly go wrong with that plan. Written for the DFW Deal or No Deal Challenge!

Forever by Art3misiA - M, one-shot - Though they may be gone, our memories of them remain forever.

The Little Things by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - When Hermione buys Draco a cup of coffee and leaves it on his desk, it throws Draco through a loop and he wonders what he should get her in exchange.

The Climbing Vine by rennaissance_woman - not rated, one-shot - After receiving some startling news, Draco runs out of the house. He receives some advice from a surprising source.

Changing of the Seasons by Lostinthenightrain - M, one-shot - Hermione & Draco find a local park and two unlikely faces to greet them.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Draco's Birthday Soundtrack, June 2021:

Straight to the Heart by AdAsttra - T, one-shot - Draco's ready to tell Hermione how he feels, but Cupid has other ideas.

Stick Around by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Hermione doesn't know why Draco is the only one who makes her feel safe, but she is glad that she is able to get some reprieve from her brain.

Wild and Wired by Maira - M, one-shot - Need your lovin' here beside me, Need it close enough to guide me, I've been hopin' you would find me, You're the biggest part of me. - Hermione was expecting a fun night out with her boyfriend and her friends. She was not expecting ice cubes, sick ponies, and a serenade beautiful enough to melt her heart. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal challenge.

Let's Get Serious (Please, for the Love of Merlin!) by Art3misiA - G, one-shot - Draco wants to get serious, but Hermione isn't so sure. Will their opposing views make or break them?

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Magical Monsters, July 2021:

There's A Zouwu In My Basement by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - When a creature has broken into the Malfoy Manor dungeon, Draco has to call for help.

Miseria by crochetaway - T, one-shot - Hermione tames a Dementor.

Aegis by Maira - M, one-shot - Their world is in ruins, and their only protection against creatures wanting to kill them is about to fall. They make a plan to trek across the country to Hogwarts, where others have gathered to make a new home within the castle. There, they will be safe. One problem - before they go, there's a queen to kill. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal Challenge.

Fear & Desire by myladymay - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy wants to change his life. He returns to Hogwarts for Eighth Year and finds himself confronted with both his biggest fear and greatest desire, all wrapped up in a Gryffindor tie.

Innocent Monsters by itscometothis - T, 12 chapters - Draco Malfoy thought he had reasonable expectations for his mandatory Eighth Year at Hogwarts, where he would be confined to the grounds as part of his probation. Isolation, hatred, and passing his NEWTs were really all he had in mind. What he wasn't anticipating: 1) Having a small firstie latch onto him like a bloody koala 2) Said firstie adopting an erkling as if they didn’t feed on children. To protect his little nuisance, he’ll have to seek help from uncomfortable places, including the Swottiest Witch of Her Age. Joy of all joys.

Transformed by Art3misiA - T, one-shot - Draco and Charlie have a dragon to catch, and time is running out. Meanwhile, Hermione is missing, adding to Draco's woes.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Legendary Duos, August 2021:

Three's a crowd, four's trouble by AnnaRitaLi - M, WIP - p>My sister is right. My life did change that evening. I just don't think Rosalind meant for me to steal her boyfriend, or I don't think I stole him, Draco, not precisely. You cannot steal something that doesn't want to be whisked away. That's my experience, at least, and I've stolen quite a few things over the years. So I can say this with confidence. You can't lose something you never had. But you’ll have to read it in the book, dear. While the Crown doesn’t wish for me to speak out in public, I have been silent for too long. You see, There were three of us in this marriage. And people, the press, have assumed many things over the years about Draco and me. So this book, as you’ll see, it’s my attempt to set the record straight. Yes, there were three of us in this marriage, but there were also much more going on than that. -- This is the story the Crown never wanted to get out. In other words, I bring you the x-rated version of the book ‘Diana - her true story - in her own words’.’ It’s the Dramione as Charles & Diana AU you didn't know you needed.

The Marquess and the Kitchen Girl by Art3misiA - E, 8 chapters - Draco Malfoy is the son of the most powerful Duke in Wiltshire. One day, he will be the ruler of a large duchy. Hermione Granger lives happily with her parents - that is, until tragedy strikes. Two children will become friends, and gradually discover a forbidden love that seems as if it might one day defy the odds. Alas, this is a tale of doomed lovers.

In Her Arms by KrysKrossZee - M, one-shot - Draco's worked his way up through Voldemort's ranks but it would seem that all of his work has been for nothing when Dolohov captures a new prisoner.

The Happiness I Seek by Maira - M, one-shot - To those without a soulmate, the world is devoid of colour. They say that if you are lucky enough to meet your soulmate, everything changes. The world is brighter, food is richer, and you find a love you never knew you needed. Draco Malfoy has never been lucky. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal challenge.

darling! by itscometothis - M, one-shot - When Draco and Hermione are invited to help demonstrate a path forward for Wizarding Britain and its reconciliation, neither really feel like they can refuse - Hermione for moral reasons and Draco for practical ones (read: Azkaban sounds bad). But they have very different ideas on how to play up this fake relationship. Written for DFW's Deal or No Deal: Legendary Duos - Kermit and Ms. Piggy. It's as ridiculous as you expect.

A Thousand Ships by floorcoaster - M, WIP - Draco Malfoy knows what he wants, and he's not afraid to reach out and take it.

Quiet My Demons by Lostinthenightrain - M, one-shot - “Unhappy, darling?” He murmured, his cigar placed on its resting dish, dashed out - a little puff of smoke rising into the air between them before disappearing. “Yes, completely.”

I Love Draco by crochetaway - G, one-shot - A few slice of life scenes with Hermione, Draco, and Scorpius ala I Love Lucy style!

DFW's Deal or No Deal: The Final Word, September 2021:

Crime & Punishment by itscometothis - T, 12 chapters - TRIAL TRANSCRIPT OF DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY IS FORMALLY CHARGED WITH THE FOLLOWING: CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT MURDER AIDING AND ABETTING A MURDER USE OF UNFORGIVABLE CURSES: IMPERIUS (2 COUNTS) USE OF UNFORGIVABLE CURSES: CRUCIATUS (47 COUNTS) PARTICIPATING IN A TERRORIST ORGANIZATION -- I don’t regret hoping. I thought I might, at the beginning, do you remember? But I don’t. I regret nothing about you, my love. Eternally yours, Draco -- A story of hope, punishment, and the nature of justice told in trial transcripts, visits in an interrogation room, and letters.

Boats Against the Current by AlannaTCooper - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy is trying to escape his past by running as far away as he can. But the past - and his nightmares - keep pulling him backwards.

By His Side by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Hermione is lonely but there's at least one person who can break through her loneliness.

Trying To Live by IzzieStellar - T, one-shot - After her husband dies, Hermione can’t seem to remember how to live and her friends vow to help her.

In the Dead of Night by AdAsttra - G, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are some of the last people to leave Hogwarts under the veil of a cold, dark night.

This fest is ongoing.

#dramionefanfictionwriters #Fests/Exchanges/Challenges #dramione

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 24 days ago

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Blood Moon Rivalry (2)

Warnings: canon typical violence and behaviours, cursing, angst, mentions of non-consensual drugging, fluff, smut, spoilers for the Harry Potter novels, especially Prisoner of Azkaban and Order of the Phoenix, Order of the Pheonix au, supernatural creature au, and enemies to friends.

Tagging:

@dontwanttobeanamericanidiot, @jointhehunt67, @cheyplayss-blog and @iowaladynerd

Chapter 2

“What a horrid woman!” Hermione spat angrily as she threw herself into one of the chairs in your classroom while Roan and Harry perched themselves on the desks on either side of their irate friend.

You raised an eyebrow, “I assume you’re talking about the newest professor to join the Hogwarts teaching faculty?”

Harry snorted derisively, “She has no original thoughts of her own and she’s only here because the Ministry want her to be.”

“Listen closely because I only plan on telling you this once. She’s here because our Minister wants her to be. People like her need to be needed. She is going to poke and prod at each and every one of your buttons because she wants a reaction. Once she gets that, not only can she do what Fudge wants her to do at Hogwarts but she can use your reactions to fuel her own sense of self importance and a witch that has no qualms about harming others is not someone I want to be around. If you want to play her game make sure you have the political standing to beat her first.”

Hermione scowled, “You really think she’s cap-”

“Dad’s told us some of the rumours floating around the Ministry about her and what she does to get confessions or her own way.”

“We’re 0 for 4 when it comes to DADA teachers, Hermione. Why should she be any different?”

“It’d make a nice change.”

Ron directed his words at you, “Do you know what happened to Professor Tuftown?”

You shook your head, “It’s not something I want to discuss with anyone least of all students.”

“So you do know what happened. Did the Dementors get him?”

“Ron!”

“What? The coward came down to the Shack, saw Sir-Padfoot being held at wandpoint by Snape, also saw Pettigrew cowering in the corner and made a run for it. Only to trip and knock himself out on one of the loose stones in the entrance to the Shack.”

You rubbed your temples, “There’s got to be some kind of screening process for professors. When you find out where it’s used, can you tell me if they’re hiring?”

The teenage Gryffindors all chuckled, “You’d miss us too much to even consider leaving,” Harry disagreed.

“That’s what you think. Head on back to your common room. I don’t want to be the reason you all receive detentions on the first day.”

Ron and Harry nodded, making their way to the door to your classroom, which you had closed after the teens burst in. They had just reached the door when they realised Hermione wasn’t with them.

“Professor? What are we learning about this year?”

“The fifth years will be learning about combat magic. You’ll begin exploring how to combine your magic with magic infused runes. There’ll be a mix of theoretical and practical work,” Hermione opened her mouth and knowing what her next words would be, you continued speaking.

“I will explain all of this in more detail to all the students when you are all in my class.”

Hermione smiled sheepishly and with a murmured goodnight, she hurried to catch up with Ron and Harry. The door swung open, forcing Ron and Harry to jump back quickly to avoid being in the way. On the other side of the door stood Severus.

“A little late to be out wandering the corridors, isn’t it?”

“We….”

“Severus.” You rebuked, “Ron, Harry and Hermione were just leaving so that they’d make it back to the Gryffindor Common Room before curfew.”

The Potions Master moved to the side so the students could slip past, “For your information,” he drawled, “I shall know if you detour.”

Ron looked as if he wanted to demand to know how his professor would know if they were late returning to the Common Room but Hermione stepped on his foot and he closed his mouth with an audible snap. They hurried away; Harry shot you a worried look over his shoulder prompting you to nod and wave him away.

When your colleague was sure that the trio of teenagers were gone, he shut the door and critically examined you, “I’m sure the Headmaster has his reasons for sending you on that harebrained mission and informing you that you needed to return to Hogwarts just before term began.”

“That is the longest way I’ve ever had someone tell me that I look exhausted.”

“You d-” Severus cut himself off and inhaled. You saw the realisation dawn on his face when his expression changed from veiled concern to revulsion.

“I didn’t realise diplomacy involved bodily fluids.”

You frowned and clenched your teeth, “If you truly believe that, then I suggest you find a time turner or you can take the simpler option and just remove yourself from my presence now.”

Severus’ eyes grew flinty, “Despite your best efforts and I’m sure they were exhaustive and vigorous, you were clearly unsuccessful in completing the task Dumbledore set.”

“Get out, Severus.”

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pregnant-piggy · 4 years ago

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I don’t wanna be your ex

James Potter x slytherin!reader

words: 6.5k

A/N: it was so weird to write this as i usually write people falling in love, but this was almost the complete opposite. Reader is a Slytherin beater and i’ve kept them gender neurtal. I hope you’ll like it!

Request: can u pls do a blurb for James Potter based on the song EX by Kiana Ledé or if thats kinda too much a headcanon of how him and a slytherin quidditch beater started dating? @artemis1orion

based on EX by Kiana Ledé

James drummed his fingers on the wooden table top in a non-existing beat while his eyes scanned the full Great Hall around him. Thoughts were racing through his head, leaving his mind before he had even had a chance to find their meaning. His foot was bouncing uncontrollably under the table; he couldn’t stop it.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Just a week ago everything had been fine. There had been nothing to plague James’ mind, nothing that could distract him from the game today.

As his eyes glanced over the excited students around him, James wondered where it had gone wrong. Had it been off the entire time or had something changed? Was it his fault? In all honesty, he hadn’t seen it coming—to him everything had seemed perfectly fine.

James’ eyes locked on the person he had been trying to avoid and yet find. It had only been a week, but it had felt so strange. All that had grown familiar on him was suddenly ripped from his life.

You were seated at the Slytherin table in your quidditch uniform, the green and silver clashing with James’ red and golden one. In your hand was a cup with steaming hot tea. Probably green tea, James figured, the only one he didn’t like. You laughed and your nose scrunched up a little. Even from so far away James could hear your chortle, or he imagined it.

It had seemed like such an odd couple, the Slytherin and the Gryffindor. The green beater and the red chaser. Silver and gold. Never in his whole life, James had thought that he would fall for a person from the house he had sworn to be his enemy on the moment he stepped foot in Hogwarts.

But nothing had stopped him. He had fallen fast and hard, so afraid that he would hit the ground and shatter. You had brought feelings up in him that he hadn’t felt before, feelings that he was terrified of.

After a month of careful flirting and awkward situations, you kissed him. Without any warning you had pressed your lips on James’, that typical laugh of you still echoing in his ears as he answered your kiss by entangling his fingers in your hair.

Happy and merry had started in that moment and they hadn’t left James for a long time. Wherever he went, you were there supporting him; if not physical then mentally. There was an imprint of you in James’ mind. The sound of your voice was nestled in every corner of his brain and now he tried to fight it.

Because you weren’t his anymore. He wasn’t yours.

You had said that you had seen it coming from afar, like a dark cloud of thunder in the blue sky on a summer’s day. Fog had formed around the two of you, hiding one from the other. So with little words and meaningless promises an end had been put to the ‘us’.

But that end wasn’t as easy as James had thought it to be. For so long you had been there with him, that life without you seemed dull. The sun was never shining and rain always threatened to fall. However, James couldn’t ask you to come back. He didn’t even want that, that he was sure of. Time with you had been great, but you were his ex now and he had no intention to change that.

‘You nervous?’ Sirius asked as he slumped down on the wooden bench next to him, ripping James’ attention away from you.

‘Nah,’ James lied while his stomach made a turn as he tried to take a bite from his breakfast. His gaze wandered off to the Slytherin table again and he left his fork untouched on the side of his plate. Sirius seemed to notice who his friend was looking at and he sighed as he moved a little closer to James, so no one would hear them.

‘Just talk to them, if you want so bad. You don’t have to get back together or anything, but just talk,’ Sirius said, receiving a huff from James.

‘Why would I talk to them? They broke up with me,’ James said as he ripped his gaze from you and turned to Sirius.

‘Yeah, but didn’t you promise you’d still be friends?’ Sirius pointed out, as he nonchalantly played with his pumpkin juice while eyeing James.

James barked a short humourless laugh and shook his head. ‘Of course I said that—that’s what everyone says when they’re breaking up!’

‘So you’re just never gonna…?’

‘No, I really don’t see the point,’ James shrugged and he returned to his breakfast.

‘That’s too bad,’ Sirius muttered, while he waved at Remus and Peter, who just entered the Great Hall to wish James luck before the game. ‘They were neat.’

James grumbled something and his eyes found your figure back. His conversation with Sirius had made him think. He had indeed promised you to stay friends, but you sure knew that that was just something he had said to make the situation a little less uncomfortable. Surely, you didn’t actually expect him to be friends after you had broken up?

Tearing his stare from you, James focused on his friends instead. Peter was rummaging through his bag to find something and Remus was calmly trying to eat his breakfast while Sirius kept tormenting him with pleads for help on the History of Magic essay. It took five minutes and the promise that Sirius would leave him be for the rest of the day for Remus to give in and Sirius was smirking as he dramatically threw his arms around Remus’ neck and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

‘Alright, alright,’ Remus mumbled, pushing Sirius away. ‘Now bugger off and let me eat my breakfast.’

Sirius let go of Remus and turned to James, who had till thus far been watching his friends with a faint smile on his lips. Sirius asked something about the strategy James had come up with to win this game from the Slytherins and as James dove with his pre-game nerves into a rant about how his beater had to clear the way for the chasers, Sirius’ eyes shifted to a spot above James’ shoulder. By the time James had realised it was too late for him to get out of the situation and he heard your enthusiastic voice.

‘Hey guys, what’s up?’ you said as you stood behind James, who kept his face at his plate. There was an awkward second as the three others looked from you at James and back, but Remus was quick to dismiss James’ distant behaviour and he smiled at you.

‘Not much here. Nervous for the game?’

James didn’t need to see your face to know exactly how you were feeling. He had been by your side for so many games. He knew that you were in fact nervous but would never admit it to anyone. Instead you would laugh everything away and pretend you were super excited.

‘No, not really. We’ve had a lot of practice this season. And having spent so much time with James I know exactly what his team will do,’ you chuckled.

The boys laughed softly and another silence followed in which you got called by your teammates. James dared to turn his head a little to look at them and felt some sort of anger towards them, even though his logic told him that they had done nothing wrong.

‘Well, I should go,’ you said and it was silent as James felt all eyes on him. But he didn’t react and he heard a little sigh from you. ‘I’ll see you around.’

Remus and Sirius waved after you and Peter wished you good luck, while you ran after the other Slytherins out of the Great Hall. James watched as you disappeared, glancing once over your shoulder back at the boys. When your eyes met his, you raised your eyebrows at him, but he averted his eyes.

‘Well, that was rude,’ Remus said, looking past Sirius to James. ‘Why did you ignore them?’

‘Because we broke up! Do I have to explain it to everyone? They’re my ex, why should I be friends with them?’

-- - --

The quidditch stadium filled with students, as you waited in the changing room with the rest of your team. For some reason you felt more nervous for this game than you had ever been for any other game. It felt like more was at stake than just the quidditch cup this time.

You were hurt by James’ sudden cold demeanour towards you. Hadn’t you agreed to stay friends?

The time you had been with James had been amazing, but after a while you had realised that it was going nowhere. It felt like the relationship wasn’t moving forward anymore, you were stuck in the same place and that had started to grow uncomfortable on you. If you weren’t dating to go somewhere, you were dating for heartbreak and to spare the both of you pain you had called an end to it.

You had thought that it was a mutual decision, but James had been avoiding you all week and now you were doubting. Maybe he was more hurt than you thought he was or maybe he just didn’t care for you now you weren’t dating anymore.

That last one hurt but you feared that it was the true one. James wasn’t interested in just the platonic side of you. But you wouldn’t give up that easily. You still had Sirius, Remus and Peter as friends and surely James would come around after a while.

As the sounds of the students in the stands got louder, your teammates got a little more restless. Your team captain, Lucinda Talkalot, stood up and she paced up and down in the room, silently repeating her strategy.

‘Just… make sure we win, okay?’ Lucinda said and she stopped walking to look at everyone shortly. ‘We can’t lose from Gryffindor again.’

Next to you, the other Beater of your team, Michael Bennett, hummed in agreement, undoubtedly thinking back of the last time Gryffindor played against Slytherin and your team lost with a pathetic difference of two hundred points, because Michael was just a second too late with his Bludger. No one in the team blamed him for it, but he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

The Slytherin quidditch team existed of two girls and four boys besides you. Captain of your team was Talkalot, a sixth year. She was the team’s Keeper. The three Chasers were Javier Flores, Nerida Cooper and Rohan Alves. Nerida was in your year; Javier and Rohan were both fourth years. You and Michael were the Beaters of the team and Kevin Fox, only a second year, was Seeker.

While other houses laughed at Lucinda’s choice for Fox as the Seeker, she believed he was exactly what the team had needed after the last team captain had graduated and left the team lost. And she had been right, so far Slytherin had won from Hufflepuff after an astonishing short game in which Fox caught the Snitch within fifteen minutes.

The stadium full of students silenced slowly and at the sound of madam Hooch’s whistle, the quidditch team left the changing room. In a line you walked onto the green grass of the quidditch stadium and stood and turned towards the Gryffindor team.

You stood in front of the Gryffindor’s Beater, Cillian Martin, a short seventh year with ash blond hair, but you looked at James who stood opposite of Talkalot. Even from far away where you were standing you could feel the determination radiate from James and you realised that this would be a difficult game.

The Gryffindor team was just as your own team very skilled. You hated to admit it, but James had done a great job putting his team together. Idris Smith, the Keeper, had been in his position since his second year and it was almost impossible to get any balls past him. His sister, Abby Smith, was Chaser along with Crawford and James himself. The two Beaters, Martin and Trevino, were actually quite pleasant guys and always in for a friendly game if you asked them—you and Michael had had some fun times practising with them. Gryffindor’s Seeker was Hana Viotto, a sweet girl who wasn’t afraid to completely demolish you on the quidditch pit.

‘Shake hands,’ Hooch said and Lucinda gave James a short handshake and a nod while he stared coldly at her.

You looked away from the two team captains and nodded politely at Martin before you swung your leg over your broom. The stadium around you was completely silent for a moment and you wiggled your eyebrows at Nerida, who giggled softly. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the game started.

Pushing your broom off the ground you lifted in the air, your bat loosely in your hand as you looked around at the field. Immediately you recognised James’ setup, with two Chasers at the Slytherin side of the field and his Seeker high in the sky, scanning the field from above.

‘And the game is on!’ the commentator screamed through the quidditch pit. ‘The Quaffle is in hands of Slytherin, they’re off to a great start! Cooper has it in hands, throws it at Alves. Alves catches—owh, that must hurt!’

You looked over your shoulder at Alves, who was gasping for air and reaching for his stomach, dropping the Quaffle that got caught by Gryffindor’s Chaser, Smith. Behind you, you heard a snigger from Trevino and when you looked angry at him, he shrugged.

‘Captain’s orders,’ he said as he flew past you.

‘Gryffindor still has the Quaffle, but Smith’s being chased by a Bludger! Dive, girl, dive!’

You quickly flew to the other side of the field, zigzagging through the other players and turned around with your bat ready for action. Just as you had predicted a Bludger was flying your way. Throwing all your weight behind your swing, you hit the Bludger and sent it towards Smith, who still was in the possession of the ball. The Bludger didn’t hit her, but did force her to move away, giving Cooper and Flores a chance to catch up with her.

‘Nice job!’ Lucinda yelled at you from her position at the goal posts. You shot her a thumbs-up and flew to the middle of the field, trying to send as many Bludgers as you could towards your opponents.

‘Gryffindor has lost the ball! Potter makes an attempt to get the Quaffle from Flores and, well surely that must be a foul. We look at the referee and… yes, one penalty for Slytherin!’

Nerida took the ball back from James, who was starting to looked more cross with the minute, and flew to the central circle, waiting for madam Hooch’s whistle. At the high-pitched sound, Nerida stormed forwards and threw the Quaffle in the left goal, unleashing loud cheering from the Slytherins in the stands.

‘And we’re back to the game. It is a constant battle for possession. Bludgers are flying around, knocking people off their brooms. Smith saves! Crawford has the Quaffle, he gets hit by Y/L/N’s Bludger, Flores has the ball, Alves, Cooper, back to Alves, Flores again! That’s some nice team play from the Slytherins! Must be Talkalot’s new strategy. Quaffle is in the Gryffindor scoring area, Flores shoots and… he scores! It’s now twenty to zero for Slytherin, but we’ve only just started…’

The longer the game lasted, the more intense everyone got. Gryffindor made another two fouls, but so did your team. Twenty minutes and three penalties later, the score was 60 to 50 for the Slytherins, but where you were getting more tired, it seemed like the Gryffindors were gaining energy.

After half an hour of violently flying back and forth the quidditch pit, Lucinda called for a time-out. Hooch accepted and her whistle stopped the match for a minute.

‘They’re good,’ Rohan panted as you were huddled together at the goal posts.

‘They are indeed,’ Lucinda said and she shot a suspicious look towards the other team.

‘Potter must have given them a motivational speech or something,’ Nerida mumbled as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. You looked at James and the angry expression on his face. Something told you that he ignoring you this morning had something to do with the way he was scanning the quidditch field right now.

‘Kevin, it is crucial that you find the Snitch,’ Lucinda said. ‘I don’t know how much longer we can hold it.’

‘I’m trying,’ Kevin sighed and his eyes glanced quickly over the pit.

Madam Hooch whistled again and the game started again. The short time-out had given you some time to catch your breath and you were filled with energy and determination as you flew back to your position in the middle of the field, ready to hit whatever was coming your way.

The next fifteen minutes were filled with bat sweeping and Quaffle and Bludgers flying closely past your head. Twice you had to dive away to not get hit and once you were nearly knocked over by Crawford, as they tried to escape the Quaffle coming their way.

‘It’s currently 90 to 80 for Gryffindor and we’re forty-five minutes into the match! Smith has the ball, she’s making her way to Talkalot, throws, but oh! Talkalot blocks it with her foot. Pure luck or good skill? The Quaffle is back in the centre in hands of Alves. Bennett sends a Bludger to keep Potter away but he misses and almost knocks his own teammate off their broom! Alves is getting closer to the goal posts, will this be 90 to 90? He shoots and… Smith can’t hold it! It’s tied again! Surely the Seekers must have caught a glimpse of the Snitch by now.’

Yet it took another ten minutes before one of the Seekers finally made a move and by that time it was 130 to 120 for Slytherin. Viotto suddenly dove to the ground and Kevin quickly went after her. The game stocked for a minute as everyone held their breath. Viotto and Fox were battling for a head position in the race after the Snitch.

You held your broom still in the sky and squeezed your eyes to look at Kevin’s little figure. Whispering encouraging words, you focused on the two Seekers, forgetting that there was another game going on around you. The Quaffle lay in Flores’ hands motionless, but the Bludgers were still flying around.

‘Y/N! Watch out!’ Michael screamed at you.

A Bludger was coming at you with incredible speed and your only chance to escape it was to throw your broom to the side, nearly colliding with James, who happened to be right in that spot. You sighed relieved at escaping the Bludger and possibly a night at the infirmary, but your relieve soon disappeared.

‘Gryffindor catches the Snitch! Gryffindor has won! With 270 points to a mere 130 from the Slytherins, the Gryffindor team has won!’

The Gryffindors on the stands erupted in loud cheering, while the Slytherins groaned collectively. You understood their disappointment; not only had Slytherin lost from Gryffindor again, they had lost with a difference of 140 points and that wouldn’t do well on the leader board.

You turned to James, who now had a big smile on his face, and wanted to congratulate him, but when he looked at you, he quickly flew away. With an open mouth you watched after him and felt the pain combined with the sadness of losing spreading through your body.

Defeated in all ways, you followed your team to the changing rooms and prepared for a night of silence in the Slytherin common room.

-- - --

Loud laughter echoed off the walls of the lavatories on the ground floor as James and Peter watched Sirius trying to climb out of the stall they had locked him in. It was almost after curfew, but Sirius had insisted they’d go past the bathroom on their way to the common room. Now wasn’t it really a problem to wander the halls after curfew, but to not do something to Sirius felt like a missed opportunity to James.

‘Just let me out, you idiots,’ Sirius whined.

‘I don’t know, should we, Wormtail?’

Peter, however, was too busy laughing to answer James. Sirius tried again to climb over the door of the stall, but his feet slipped and with a sigh he landed back on the floor.

James, out of fear that Peter would wet himself if he laughed any more, unlocked the door with a flick of his wand. ‘Alright, alright, come out then.’

Sirius’ face stood thunder as he walked out of the stall and he stared at James angrily through the mirror as he washed his hands. James stared back at him with a smirk on his face and slung his arm around his friend’s shoulder as they walked out of the restrooms. Peter followed after them, wiping the tears from his cheeks with the sleeves of his jumper.

The castle was quite silent at this time at night with most students up in the common rooms and the teachers not yet checking the halls after curfew. The windows were fogged from the cold outside and James stopped to write his name on the glass.

The three boys were turned to the window, watching James write his name and other things that definitely should not be on a harmless pane of glass. Upon hearing footsteps in the same corridor, they turned around as one.

You were walking down the corridor with your broomstick in your hand, head to toe wet and muddy. You snickered softly at the scared expressions on the three boys’ faces and nodded towards the window. ‘Do I want to know?’

Sirius grinned and shook his head, slowly reaching behind James to wipe out the texts on the window. Peter had a giddy smile on his face and he nudged James, but this one was focused on you.

‘What are you doing here?’ he asked, ignoring his friends.

You raised an eyebrow and looked down at your clothes. ‘Really, the broom and dirty clothes don’t say enough?’

James scowled and he felt a hint of anger coming up in his body at your sarcasm. Sirius noticed his change and nudged James lightly. ‘James—’

‘I mean what are you doing here, in this corridor? Isn’t your common room on the other side of the school?’

You shifted your weight onto your broom and nodded. ‘It is,’ you said drily. ‘And why I am here is none of your business. Especially with that attitude.’

Peter chuckled and James shot him an annoyed look, making him shut right up. James was growing more irked with the minute. He just couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t take the hint and leave him alone. He thought he made it very clear that he didn’t want to see you anymore.

Yet here you were again, seeking him out. Just like you did yesterday before Potions class and last weekend after the Quidditch match. James was getting tired of having to ignore you, but he knew that that was for the best. You were his ex after all.

‘Fine, I don’t care,’ James said and he turned around to leave you alone. Peter and Sirius ran after him, but not before mumbling something to you James couldn’t hear.

Sirius walked up next to James. ‘You were rude again, mate.’

‘I don’t get why they won’t leave me alone,’ James huffed and he quickened his pace so he walked ahead of his two friends.

Sirius rolled his eyes at Peter, who shrugged back, before they both followed James to the common room.

-- - --

‘Sorry I’m late.’

Remus looked up from his book and waved your excuse away lazily as he made some space for you at the table. He pushed aside his book and stacked the pieces of parchment away.

You took your edition of A History of Magic out and dropped the heavy book on the table. Scanning Remus’ book for the right page you started to browse through your own book for the same page. At the chapter on the Salem Witch Trails you stopped. It was a subject you had had in class before but, with the grade of your essay on the subject in mind, you knew that it wouldn’t hurt to revise.

‘Okay, hit me,’ you said and smiled at Remus. He cocked his eyebrow incredulous but started anyway.

‘Right, what year?’

‘1962.’

‘Where?’

‘Massachusetts.’

‘What about the judges?’

‘Mostly Puritans, but there were at least two Scourers, who were there just for personal gain.’

‘How many victims?’

‘Twenty.’

‘Do you still have feelings for James?’

‘Do I—Remus!’

You looked up from your book in shock and stared at the boy next to you, who was looking smug with the execution of his plan. He had a smirk on his face and you wished you could slap the satisfied look off his face.

‘Is that why I’m here? Just so you could interrogate me?’ you asked, leaning back in your chair and staring at Remus. ‘Remus Lupin, you little shit!’

Remus let out a laugh and shook his head, though he made sure he was out of your reach. ‘No, I really did want to study with you! But when the guys found out they wanted me to ask.’

‘You’re weak, Remus,’ you tutted and pushed him against his shoulder.

‘I know, I know,’ he said, holding his hands up in surrender. ‘But if I’m honest, I was curious myself too.’

You sighed and rubbed your hands over your face. The answer to Remus’ question was simple. No. You didn’t still have feelings for James. However, what more intrigued you was the implication behind the question. Did they think you were still in love with James? Because if so, you definitely had to set something straight.

‘Well, you can tell your friends that no, I don’t have feelings for James anymore,’ you sighed, hoping that Remus would believe you. ‘Now are you done with your cross-examination? Because I’d like to finish before dinner.’

‘Sure, sure,’ Remus chuckled, bowing over his book again. ‘Wizards’ Council, ask me.’

Quickly you searched in your history book for the chapter about the Wizards’ Council. The title sprung out on page 89 and you scanned the text shortly to come up with some questions for Remus.

‘Ready? What was the Council’s main focus?’

‘Governing the Britain wizarding society.’

‘That’s right. Name some Chiefs.’

‘Bragge and Muldoon.’

‘What can you tell me about Elfrida Clagg?’

‘She was presumably the Chieftainess in the seventeenth century. Known for trying to import the Beings versus Beasts classifications, what led to an uprising from Trolls, Jarveys and Centaurs.’

‘Right. Okay, last one—why is James avoiding me?’

Remus opened his mouth and then closed it again. He sighed and closed his eyes, before turning to you. He was searching for words and you gave him time, wanting to know the answer to the question that had been bothering you for a while now.

It was more than obvious to you that James was avoiding you. Whenever you were around he made sure to be the first one to leave, he never really answered any of your questions and most of the time he just ignored your presence. Clearly, “staying friends” had a different meaning to him than it had to you.

Not only were you losing James’ friendship, along with that you also lost the connections with Peter, Sirius and Remus. You had gone from seeing them every day to only once a week if you were lucky. You didn’t blame them, because you knew they were better friends with James than with you. Yet you knew it would not hurt him if you saw your friends a little more.

‘He’s not—’ Remus started, but you cut him off.

‘Don’t do that, Remus. I know he is avoiding me. I am not asking you to change it; I just want to know why.’

Remus rubbed his face and pinched the bridge of his nose before he answered. ‘He is convinced that it is impossible to be friends with one’s ex.’

‘But that’s what we had agreed!’ you sputtered. ‘We didn’t work as a couple, so we decided on being friends!’

‘Well, to James that is something everyone says but never lives up to.’

‘That’s bullshit,’ you said and threw your head back, letting a cold laugh pass your lips. ‘So what? Is he just going to ignore me for the rest of his life?’

‘I don’t know,’ Remus mumbled. ‘We’ve really tried to change his mind, really. But nothing we say convinces him. He won’t listen to us.’

You shook your head and stared at your book. So this was the end of you and James? Just like that? Did you really mean that little to him? Now that you were just his friend, you were suddenly not important anymore?

You felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over your head. Your inside now twisted at the thought of James and the memories you had made with him. Some part of you felt used at your sudden unimportance to James and you wished you were curled up in bed under layers of blankets.

However, you would stay strong. If James didn’t want to be your friend you would leave him alone. But you would not allow him ripping your friends away too. You wouldn’t stop seeing Remus, Sirius and Peter just because James didn’t want to be friends.

-- - --

Dark clouds had gathered in the sky, far away rumbling with thunder. A strong breeze forced most students to stay inside for the night, but you had braved the cold and were standing at the edge of the quidditch field with your broom in your hand. The wind blew sharply against your cheeks, but you had dressed warm enough.

High up in the sky the wind howled around your ears, drowning out your thoughts. You had released one of the training-Bludgers that was soaring through the air, coming right for you. With one deep breath and full power you hit the Bludger, the flat sound of your bat against the ball echoing on the empty stands.

It was nice to not think and just train for a moment. Right now there was no one whining at your head for your answers on the Charms homework, no one asking you to play a game with you and no one inquiring after what had happened between you and James.

You hadn’t seen James in two weeks, just like he had wanted. It was weird to suddenly not be around him anymore. For so long you had shared all your free time with him and now instead you were alone in those moments. Not his laughter, not his jokes.

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss him. It was always fun to be around James, he had a special way to make everything positive. After all this time you still didn’t know how he did it, but he had always cheered you up when you were feeling down. Sometimes just his presence had been enough.

A tear escaped from your eye, but whether it was from the wind or your thoughts you didn’t know. You wiped it away swiftly and braced yourself to hit the Bludger again. It was flying in big circles around you, coming closer with every round it made.

Movement down on the ground caught your attention and you tore your eyes from the Bludger. Someone was standing down on the field, a broom in their hand and a mop of black hair sticking out to all sides. It was James.

For someone who had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want to see you, he sure had some nerve coming to you. You felt your blood boil upon seeing him and more violent than you had first thought you slammed the Bludger away. It flew back into the stands, where it broke one of the benches.

James was still standing on the ground, not making any move to get up in the sky. As you got back the ball you looked at him from the corner of your eye. So far from above, he looked smaller than he had ever seen. He looked… lost.

Grudgingly you flew down to the ground and jumped off your broom in front of James. Now you were closer to him, he was his big self again, but he still looked a little lost.

‘There was no practice today, right?’ you asked, suddenly wondering if he was here because he wanted to train with the Gryffindor team.

‘No,’ James said and he almost attempted to say more, but shut his mouth.

‘So you’re just here to practise alone?’

‘Uhh, yeah, I guess.’

‘And it wouldn’t bother you if I’m here too?’ you asked, your tone somewhat sharper than intended.

James shook his head and headed off to the chest with balls and other gear. You mounted your broom and let the struggling Bludger free. It flew away quickly before already starting to make its way back to you.

For minutes it was silent as both you and James practised alone. You were outing all your frustration on the Bludger and it seemed that it was holding a grudge against you for the hard hits you gave it because it kept coming back harder and harder. James was stationed at the goalposts, working on some of his new tactics. You could feel his occasional glance in your way, but you ignored them.

After some time, you descended to the ground to drink some and watched as James was struggling with the Quaffle and his wand. He obviously wanted to charm them to fly towards him as he guarded the goals. You laughed to yourself as the ball once again fell to the ground lifeless, but after a few minutes you got on your broom again and flew towards James.

‘Not that it isn’t fun to watch, but would you like some help?’ you asked carefully.

James looked from the Quaffle in his hand to the goalposts and then to you. You could hear the cogs working in his brain as he thought of what to do, but eventually he gave you a single nod and threw the Quaffle at you.

Although your position in the quidditch team was Beater, you wouldn’t say that you were bad at the other positions. Maybe it was just the feel of the ball that you had and not an actual position that you were best in, though you had trained many years to become the Beater you were today.

You started to torment James with difficult throws, making him work up a sweat. At first your aims were just to make it hard for him, but gradually you actually enjoyed playing with James. And, much to your surprise, the feeling was mutual. After half an hour there was a smile on James’ face and you recognised so much of the boy you had fallen for.

After yet another difficult ball that James only barely held, instead of throwing the Quaffle back at you he flew towards you. His smile faltered a little now he was closer to you, but that didn’t stop him from asking you if you wanted to change positions.

‘Alright, but I must tell you, I’ve gotten much better,’ you warned him with a grin and flew to the goals.

‘I doubt that,’ James shouted and he threw the ball from one hand to another. ‘You suck as Keeper!’

‘Ah! I’ll make you regret saying that, Mr. Potter!’

For a while everything was how it had used to be. There was no hurt between you and James anymore. It was just two friends playing a game together, both growing more and more competitive with every throw.

Half an hour you went on playing until it had gotten too dark to throw without chance of harm. You and James stuck away the Quaffle in silence—the easiness that had been there during the game had completely vanished. Awkwardness was creeping up your skin and you longed for something to break the silence.

As James locked the Bludger in the chest, it gave one last shudder and James let out a high-pitched yell. He fell to his feet and you burst out in laughter, clasping your hand over your mouth. From his place on the floor, James scowled dramatically at you and he attempted to hit your shin.

‘Don’t laugh!’ he cried out. ‘You scared too!’

‘Yeah, but I didn’t fall to the floor,’ you chuckled, offering James your hand. He took it and pulled himself up. Cleaning his pants, he sighed and then closed the chest with quidditch balls. Another silence filled the space between you and James. However, this time you knew exactly what to say; you just weren’t sure if you wanted to say it.

A light flash lit up the dark skies for a fraction of a second and three seconds later loud thunder roared over the silent school grounds. James and you were pulled from the tension as the first raindrops started to fall. Little drops fell on the top of your head and on your shoulders, soaking through your jumper. It was now or never.

‘Why can’t we have this?’ you asked hoarsely.

‘Rain? I think it rains more than enough,’ James joked, avoiding your eyes.

‘James, you know what I mean,’ you said, stepping a little closer. ‘Why can’t we just be friends? Why can’t we have fun, no strings attached?’

When he looked up to you, you could read the pain in his eyes. Even when you were dating, James had almost never been vulnerable. He always hid behind a smile and a joke and it was rare to see him like this.

‘Because you hurt me,’ James muttered. ‘One day you decide to end it. Just like that. You stepped away from me without any warning. I loved you and suddenly you were just gone.’

‘Do you still?’ you breathed.

James cleared his throat and shook his head. ‘No, I don’t. Not like I used to anymore.’

‘Isn’t it better then?’ you asked. ‘Can’t we try being friends? I miss you James. I miss being friends with you.’

‘I miss you too,’ James said and sniffed.

You cocked an eyebrow and smiled carefully. ‘Did I make the mighty James Potter cry? Did I break the unbreakable one?’

‘All I heard was that you think I’m mighty,’ James said.

You laughed and pushed him away. James bellowed a laugh and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. The rain was still pouring down and you were soaked from head to toe, but you didn’t care because you got your friend back.

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dark hallways and potions | marauders x platonic!reader

summary | Moony, Padfoot and Prongs find their best friend sneaking through the abandoned corridors of Hogwarts at night.

pairings | marauders x platonic!reader, slightly Sirius Black x fem!reader

warnings | it's actually total fluff, but mentions of wounds and bruises, domestic abuse and a little self destruction aaand English isn't my first language as you may have already noticed so I'm sorry for my lame ass writing and every mistake I did (maybe you'll find the name Alanis somewhere instead of y/n because I always write those fics with my name first, I'm sorry if so)

word count | 1910

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It was far after midnight as the not so tired Sirius Black gave up and opened his gloomy eyes in a deep sigh. He couldn't make it to sleep; nightmares keeping him up, that caused him to turn left and right, desperately trying to find a good sleeping position to make him feel comfy. But all of his attempts didn't work.

So the black haired boy looked around. The moon was gently shining onto his covers, while soft snores came from his three friends. The loudest noise was definitely caused by James, not that it surprised Sirius. Still, the young boy kept quiet, not wanting to wake up Remus, who just had had a rough night.

Sirius started to get bored and glanced at his bedside table. Only two things had managed it onto the table; his squiggly wand and the infamous Marauder's Map. Shortly after, Sirius mumbled a 'Lumos' and illuminated the dorm a little. The spell followed another one, including some of his favourite words: 'I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good' and the Map showed him whole Hogwarts.

With curious eyes the boy watched every step of every person awake, until he stopped at a very certain name. y/n y/l/n. His y/h/c haired best friend was wandering through the abandoned corridors, well aware of the consequences she had to face if she got caught. She moved towards the Tapestry Corridor, near the Dungeons, where the potion storeroom was located.

What the bloody hell was the infuriating girl up to again? And why would she need some potion ingredients? Sirius had no clue. He felt like he didn't have a choice other than waking up James, which is what he simply did.

"Prongs! Prongs!", he screamed in a whisper, making his good looking friend mumbling and turning to the other side of the bed.

"For fuck's sake, wake up, you lad!"

"What is it, Sirius?", James replied in a screaming whisper, too. He didn't sound amused or happy to be woken around 2AM.

"Looks like Mane is doing some mischief without us, can you imagine?", Sirius shortly explained, which caught James' attention.

"Ugh, not again...", the brunette sighed.

"Well, I think we should check on her, now!", Padfoot proposed, earning a brief nod from his best friend.

"'Right...", James said and got up. Both of the Marauder's quickly dressed and grabbed their wands. They were about to leave their dorm as a raspy voice stopped them.

"You're not going anywhere without me", Remus started, "especially not if you're that bad at whispering!", he exclaimed, voice held low to not wake up Peter, too.

Padfoot and Prongs turned around surprised, but remembered Remus' Werwolf senses and that it was impossible to whisper without him hearing every single word. The two boys sighed; Sirius a little mad at himself because he was eager to grant the young wolf some sleep.

The three boys sneaked almost soundless through the Gryffindor Common Room and used some of the secret passages to avoid the open corridors.

"So, what do you think y/n is doing again?", James asked curiously and a little tired. How many times had he and his friends protected the little girl from getting herself killed? He couldn't remember.

"What she's always doing", Moony answered, "hiding something from us or preparing some pranks on Snape."

It sounded simple, but it wasn't. y/n had, similar to Sirius, great problems with her family, who was trying to make a perfect pure blood wife out of her; beating her up badly when she wouldn't listen to what her father told her to do.

The y/e/c eyed girl hid her bruises from the Marauder's every time, not that it would stop them from finding out, though. But still, she was bloody stubborn and determined to keep her problems all to herself, causing the four boys to worry a lot.

She was a loyal part of the Marauder's, too, and never hesitated to sacrifice herself if James, Sirius, Remus or Peter were in any danger. She nursed all of Remus' wounds and scars and helped him to accept his flaws, while y/n practically was Sirius' therapist and James' advisor for everything that had to do with Lily Evans. Even for Wormtail she took her time and put effort in integrating him more into the group, although Peter secretly accepted that the girl with the mane resembled more of the Marauder's spirit than he did.

Knowing that y/n creeped through the black hallways again made not only Sirius uncomfortable. The three Marauder's quickened up their pace, following every of the girl's steps on the map. Some minutes passed, when they were close to the Tapestry Corridor. Three wooden wands were uplifted; enlightening the dimmed corridor and revealing a small back, covered by y/n's hair.

"Mane? Hey! What are you doing here?", Sirius addressed the girl and y/nstartled. Quickly she turned away from the door she was about to open with shaky hands.

"None of your business, Black! Could ask you the same question, couldn't I?", was y/n's rough answer.

"Well, we're not the ones sneaking through the hallways at night!"

"Well, James. In fact, you do. Right here, right now", the y/h/c haired countered.

"What Prongs was trying to say was that we're only here for you. You're the one doing stuff without informing us", Remus caught up, "and I'm sure you're hurt again by the way your hands are shaking."

y/n cursed the tall boy with the freckled face for his gift to read people like a book. He was attentive and good with human behaviour, exposing the unofficial fifth Marauder more often than she would like to.

"Ugh, I hate you. Y'all", y/n commented and catched Sirius' worried look upon her.

"No, you don't. You love us, all of us", James corrected the tiny girl and grinned.

"So, are you going to tell us what you're up to here?", Sirius demanded to know, again.

"Wanted to brew a potion, nothing more...", y/n admitted. But of course this wasn't enough of an answer for Sirius fucking Black.

"For what purpose?"

"As painkiller, certainly. Just look at how her body is all tense", Remus replied instead of y/n herself. The girl sighed resigned and leaned her aching body against the cold of the door behind her.

Almost simultaneously, Sirius tuck his wand into his waistband and stepped forward to lay a hand on y/n's waist and back. She hissed in pain, but relaxed when the warmth of Sirius' body reached her own shivering figure.

y/n leaned into his touch and was secretly more than grateful her friends discovered her; not sure if she would've made it without them. The last encounter with her father wasn't a nice one.

"What about I and James get the ingredients for your potion and brew it, while Sirius puts you to bed, huh?", Moony made a proposal and got a weak nod from the typical strong girl. Her legs started to feel like jelly, as all of the pressure left y/n at the presence of her friends.

Without hesitation, Sirius lifted his best friend into his muscular arms. Immediately y/n curled up and placed her vibrant head against his shoulder; absorbing all of his warmth and smell.

"Hold on a minute...", James suddenly interrupted, "is that Padfoot's joggers with Moony's flannel?"

This thought came into Prong's mind as his wand gleamed onto y/n's body, searching for any outer wounds or bruises. Just the moment he said it, Remus and Sirius laid eyes on the almost sleeping beauty.

"Yeah, that's definitely my joggers! Been searching them for a couple of weeks now!"

"I guess our Mane here felt free to use our closet...but we can't be mad, Padfoot. Just see how good it looks on her", Remus noticed and giggled after.

"You're probably right...", Sirius said before heading towards the boy's dorm again.

Unsure James and Remus were left alone, watching the storeroom door as if it would open just by their gaze. Which it didn't.

"Any idea what we need for the potion?", Prongs questioned and observed Remus and the door.

"Kinda...", Moony whispered, drawing attention to the correct opening spell for the door.

"I mean, we should take her to Madame Pomfrey. Her pain seems bad, so..."

"You know we can't do that", the young werwolf stated, "her parents will know and it'll get worse. I dislike this as much as you do, but look at me. I'm the perfect example that our potions do their work, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here.

Remus' calm voice convinced James and he nodded in agreement. "Fine, then let's open this bloody door."

...

Meanwhile Sirius was carrying a half asleep y/n to his bed. She didn't move on the way back, nor did she talk to him. But his eyes already found some deep blue and purple spots on the skin of her wrists, giving him an answer. He'd absolutely kill her father if it'd stop him from hurting the precious girl in his arms. Just as all of the boys would defend y/n.

James had already thought of asking Mane to move in. With Sirius and so on, so she was safe. But it was something he knew y/n would be too modest to accept; she'd feel bad after, which is why Prongs kept quiet.

"Here you go, little one", Sirius whispered as he tucked y/n into his bed. She let out a content groan because of his smell surrounding her. She snuggled into the soft pillow, looking as cute as hell.

"Hey, y/n, you need something else?", Padfoot asked softly while caressing her cheek.

"Just you", she aspirated tired. Sirius' heart grew warm at the words of her. It meant the world to him that an angel like y/n, put on the hell of earth, still managed to melt his heart and giving him so much love, even though he wasn't sure if he deserved it.

Fulfilling her wish, the boy with the long dark hair laid next to y/n and pulled her into his arms again. She let out a relieved breath and buried her head into Sirius' chest.

He was almost asleep too, when James and Remus returned from getting the ingredients they needed for the healing potion. They eyeballed Sirius and y/n position knowingly, giving Padfoot a certain look, that he decided to ignore.

Moony and Prongs made quick work of the potion, not even waking up Peter, who was sleeping as deep as a stone, while Sirius watched the sleeping girl on top of him.

"Portion's ready. You should wake her up so she can sleep through and feel better tomorrow", Remus mumbled eventually. Sirius did as he was told and started to stroke y/n's hair, in order to carefully wake her up.

"Mane? y/n? C'mon, love. Wake up and take your medicine."

"Huh?", y/n murmured sleepily, not understanding what was happening around her. Remus sat down next to her and Padfoot, holding a small bottle of glass in front of her face.

The y/h/c haired girl thanked the boy with a grateful look and took a sip without squinching up her face at the bitter taste of the liquid.

"Thank you all, boys. For wasting your time to sleep and caring for me...", y/n said with a small grin.

"Always", they responded and smiled before going to bed, this time all of the five Marauders.

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Mane is the Marauder name for the reader I came up with because I thought it was fitting (I'm sorry if you don't like it)

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