#veela!reader imagine

[iamnmbr3]

Since you’re on the character asks and your thoughts are enjoyable to read maybe pick one of the non-Harry try-wizard tournament champions? I like them pretty evenly so your thoughts on any of them would be cool to hear, so pick your favourite/whoever you have most to say about/roll a dice to decide at your discretion?

What a lovely ask! You're so kind. I'm going to go with Fleur Delacour.

How I feel about this character

The way she showed her devotion to Bill at the end of book 6? Absolutely iconic. Best written intentionally romantic moment in the whole series. Hands down. No contest. The way she handled that dragon? Immaculate. The judges were just mean and veelaphobic and also JKR is super weird about her female characters.

Also kudos to her for being the only character when Harry got picked as a Champion in book 4 to be like 'no this is ridiculous he's too young.' Yeah she was a little harsh about it maybe. But wow. One of the only responsible adults in the whole series. Child me was like 'omg she's so mean' but now I'm like 'you go girl.' She should've been there to roast all of Dumbledore's questionable decisions. Can you imagine. Dumbledore: Don't worry. I have a plan. Fleur: Eez eet child endangerment again?

I genuinely enjoy her as a character and also find the way her identity as a part human who is fetishized to some extent and viewed as Other but not demonized in the way werewolves or half giants or half trolls are in her world to be fascinating fodder for a lot of interesting character work.

Also, I always have a soft spot for characters who I feel the narrative is actively telling me to dislike. I prefer stories that let the reader come to their own conclusions. As soon as I feel the story is too forcefully and artificially shoving down my throat "you must like this character" or "you must dislike this other character,” especially when it's not justified by what we actually see in the text, then I kind of want to do the opposite. So if you think my girl Fleur did something rude no she didn't or if she did that was her emotional support rude comment and she deserved to go off.

For real though. She put up with so much hate from Molly and the whole Weasley family for literally no reason. She deserved to be a little snarky. Ginny is so mean to her for literally no reason and the narrative wants us to laugh along and cheer on this immature, unkind highschool meangirl behavior as though it's some epic #girlboss moment when it's just mean. And Fleur's parents meanwhile are absolutely lovely (probably because Fleur covered for her in-laws and didn't tell her parents how she had been treated lest her full Veela grandmother show up and start throwing fireballs at them all).

You go Fleur. You never did anything wrong in your life. Ever.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I love her with Bill. I think Bill and Fleur are by far the best handled canon romance in the series. (Well, best handled intentionally canon romance - we all know JKR wrote a 7 book drarry epic but that was an accident lolol). They are so sweet together and so devoted to each other - despite any obstacles (including unsupportive family members). And they really compliment each other so well and just yeah. It's so sweet.

On a semi-crack level I do also like the idea of Fleur/Luna though because they both can be very blunt and directly state difficult truths in a way that can make others uncomfortable or seem rude. They do this in very different ways and also have very different outlooks but I think it makes them interestingly complimentary. And they'd both be confident and self assured enough to handle each other and not take offense. I feel like Fleur and Luna flirting would be so hilariously direct and entertaining. (Though it'd probably have to be postwar as. I think Fleur would be likely to scoff at Crumple-Horned Snorkacks).

I can also totally picture a Bill/Fleur/Luna poly relationship. I feel like it'd end up being improbably chill and functional somehow despite the big personalities. The three would probably be off living their best lives and eating metaphorical popcorn while all the other characters spent years having epic relationship drama.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I want to see her and Charlie hanging out so badly. After seeing her take on that dragon Charlie was probably pulling all kinds of shenanigans to get her together with one of his siblings because he doesn't want to get married but also oh merlin he needs this woman to be part of his family. Give me the Charlie and Fleur epic friendship and dragon taming duo.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't think Bill was attracted to her because he likes "glamour." I think he saw her as the brave, loving, and intelligent person that she is.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wish other characters had apologized to her and stopped mocking her and treating her horribly.

[thebestofoneshots]

Hello darling x

Just wondering if youd be open to the idea of writing a Jily x reader series after Guilded Constellations with reader as a half-breed?? (but its public knowledge instead of hidden like GC reader) Maybe a veela or vampire. I know itll still be a while until GC finishes and you should take a break afterwards but id love to read your take on this grouping as well. Youve done Wolfstar so well, and Wednesdays cant go fast enough to give me my fix (i live in Australia so ch are released late at night mostly)

YESSSS!

I mean, after GC I already have another Marauders series planned out, It's called Point of Know Return, I talked a little bit about it on this ask. But I would love to do a Jilly x reader fic. Maybe not a full-fleshed series, but something slightly smaller with a bit more casual entries.

I'd love to explore especially the hald-bread aspect of reader being public, since I'm sure there would be a lot of nasty bullying thrown in there but she would probably fight back, even more if it's about trying to bring Lily down, like she really would be her Dark Knight.

Also both Veela and Vampire sound fun, Veela bc I love mermaids and Vampire because let's be honest, fangs are hot af. Imagine her having slightly sharper fangs that she's self-conscious about, accidentally drawing bIood when kissing someone? I mean I'm so, so down!

Clearly, I like the idea, of course, there are a lot of details I'd have to flesh out and analyse, but I'd try to map the full plan of the story ready so I don't end up overwriting (as much) as I ended up doing it with GC, but this one seems fun, perhaps, if I had enough time, I could work on it when GC is about to end or while working on POKR.

Would you guys be interested in this one? What else would you like to see happen?

Read Gilded Constellations

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Because I was wondering if you could do Harry Potter x veela! reader? Where the reader’s owl accidentally delivered a wrong letter to someone else and that would be Harry, soon they become penpals. The reader doesn’t have a good reputation in her school, since there are other Veela girls who were trying to embarrass the reader and they did.

Harry was trying to cheer the reader up through letters and it would always make her smile. (Y/n) doesn’t know that he is the famous Harry Potter, one day (y/n) was told that she will be coming to Hogwarts to be the assistant from the chosen girls(this sets up in the HP: Goblet of Fire), and when Harry saw the reader for the first time he was captivated, but he doesn’t know that it's actually (y/n).

And as for (y/n) she doesn’t know what Harry would look like but later at night, she immediately writes a letter to her pen pal about how amazing Hogwarts is. She told him everything, that it’s different from Beauxbatons Academy. He was surprised that (y/n) was in Hogwarts and would be delighted to meet her for the first time.

When Harry was chosen. (Y/n) has a feeling it's her penpal but shrugs it off, cuz it might be a different Harry. At the tent when (y/n) was accompanying Fleur, she saw Harry tensed and tries to cheer him up a Lil bit, she used the same words where he always trying to cheer her up.

Then it struck him that that (y/n) his pen pal is in front of him, and he embraced her leaving her speechless. They were happy that they finally meet, everyone was surprised that a Beauxbatons student was hanging around at Harry Potter and the two doesn’t mind how they judge them.

They were both happy together, you know as friends but the way they stare at each other tells there's something more.

Because it was stated that the reader got bullied by the other veela girls and the girls that she’s accompanying too at Hogwarts doesnt like (y/n) and even forbids (y/n) to speak to Harry again when they found out about Harry and (y/n)’s friendship.

Hello dearies welcome today someone requested something special a one shot of Harry X Veela reader. This took me a long time to write and I must say I'm proud💖.

(before reading a/n: please note I do take time in my writing and work any critism or negativity will be deleted. I'm not an expert writer please don't expect top notch quality.

I write for the simple fact I enjoy making people happy. I'm still learning and developing everyday and if there is a mistake then please don't critic it I will write it to my own standards. I want this to be positive to not only me but everyone around I only accept positivity.)

In that being said please enjoy the one shot I put a lot of effort in:

It starts with a letter💌

"dear whomever this may concern,

My name y/n I attend the school in Beauxbatons. My life here isn't fascinating, my family lives far away. I'm not used to mailing via owl.

Horrid things got my mail mixed up all the time. One time I found it inside a nifflers tree home luckily I pulled it out. The niffler liked me though it wasn't interested in the letter more so the gold.

Not many people like me. Often shoving my wand inside the boys bathrooms, putting pixies inside my pillow case and possibly the worst making my hair fall out.

I hope whoever reads this we can become friends, I'm happy to attend Hogwarts in the next upcoming days.

Sincerely,

Y/n"

This was the final letter y/n had written to Hogwarts. Your aim was to find a friend amongst your year. Merlin knows you could use one after the whole malarkey with the other girls.

They don't exactly like you, you were different. You weren't like the other students more so quirky and kinder to the muggles. You however were excited to be chosen to attend the Triwizard tornament. You placed a letter in hoping to be accepted amongst the girls going.

The school for all muggleborns or purebloods. You were a half blood someone in the middle. Your family were the nicest people on earth almost comparing to the weasleys.

As you grinned widely heading towards the owlery to deliver your letter. You skipped elegantly as you were taught. To and frow your legs swung out excited to make a new friend.

You gave the letter to the oldest owl in the school. "Make sure to deliver it on time" as the owl squawked. The owl spreads its wings flying to Hogwarts. You carry your wand excitedly down the stairwell.

When all of a sudden you bump into one of the most popular students in the school. "Oh look its the petite souris agaçante" she Snickers. In French y/n knew that ment annoying little mouse it was her nickname.

The popular girl was known as Camille. She had long blonde hair, an elegant figure and excelling grades. "Out of my way peasant" she spoke in a beautiful French accent.

She shoves y/n to the side as you sneered. "Camille your perfume it smells of goblin urine". Camille took offence "Oui how dare you, you foolish brat".

You stuck your tounge out and walked to your room. The girls sneered at y/n as they tried to comfort Camille.

Meanwhile the owl flew far and wide to Hogwarts. The letter dropped down on the table with a thud. "Blimey Harry that owl sent ya somethin" as Hermione curiously looked. "Watch out Harry it could be a howler from Malfoy".

He grabs the letter opening as Ron and Hermione watched curiously. "It's a letter from...Beauxbatons" he noticed the emblem.

"blimey Harry that's a rich, posh school all the popular pretty girls go there" Ron dreams. "Wouldnt mind me one of those girls beautiful they are". Hermione glares "Ron If you wanted one of those popular, posh bimbos by your side then just ask pansy and her group".

Ron rolls his eyes "why are you always like that mione...it's like your jealous or somethin". Hermione scoffs back "as if I'm jealous of looking like a pampered fairy Ron".

Harry hushed both of them "Hermione, Ron quite". Hermione looks over to the letter "Merlin Harry that's from one of the most prestigious schools in all of France". Ron cringed "ugh imagine trying to be so ladida all the bloody time, annoyin if you ask me".

Hermione reads the letter "Merlin I feel sorry for y/n she sounds like she's been going through a lot". Harry nods "should I write back?".

Ron shrugs "might as well I mean who knows you could get a beautiful wife outta that". Hermione scowls "as if Harry would want a stupid pampared bimbo by his side".

Fred and George walk up noticing the letter. Fred asks "Watcha got there arry an secret admirer" he laughs. George replies "nah mate it's Harry's secret girlfriend". Hermione speaks back.

"if you to have nothing better to do and pry in other people's Buisness then you might as well bug Ron about it" Hermione smartly snaps back. "Why is something always blamed on me mione" Ron speaks with a mouth full of chicken.

Harry decided to head off to the owlery to reply back. "I'm going to the owlery" he walks away as Ron and Hermione scamper. "I'm coming with you Harry" Hermione rushes off. Ron scoffing more chicken down his throat runs "wait for me arry".

He arrives to the owlery headwig squawked. "hey buddy I need you to send me something". Hermione speaks "wait Harry you haven't even written anything yet I mean, Merlin it could be one of Malfoys tricks". Ron shakes his head "the emblem looks real" as Hermione pulls out one her papers from her books.

"here Harry use this I don't need it professor trawlauny wanted to use it to tell our future". She rolls her eyes she hated divination the teacher was must've come from st Mungo's. Harry grabs out Chalk he used from detention with Snape Merlin he's scary.

"Harry try to make it sound proper not like how you would usually write to girls". Hermione remembers Harry trying to write to Cho papers flying everywhere off the desk.

Harry nods and tried to think here:

"hello my name's Harry potter,

I attend Hogwarts for witchcraft and wizardry. It's rather fun here I've made heaps of friends.

I know what it feels like to be alone Merlin knows spending time with my uncle and aunt. It's not as fun as it sounds.

That's excellent y/n I do wish to see you and be your friend.

Hopefully we can see each other soon

~ Harry potter"

He smiles as Hermione grins at Harry's love letter. "Hope it gets there" headwig spreads his wings about to fly to off to Beauxbatons. It was a long way from Hogwarts in England but it should arrive by morning knowing headwigs smarts.

You were waiting in your room sowing a picture of your family using your wand. "Moi it's an owl" you see the white owl. "Finally thank you erm- headwig" you speak in an accent.

You read the letter sighing in disbelief. "no, no headwig it's the wrong letter". You pull out your wand "accio unfold" as you read it. "Merlin's beard someone wrote back" as you did a little dance. "Come dear head wig we must write straight away".

You skip your way to the owlery when long and behold the popular annoying Camille stands in your way. "Oui and where are you going y/n in such a hurry" before the other girls laughed.

"you really are a worthless rat" she Snickers pushing y/n to the side of the wall. Camille points her wand at you "let's see how you look with warts on your face".

Headwig flys to the top of the roof aiming directly on Camille's uniform. When a white stain plops on her coat. "ugh beurk what is this" she cringes at the bird dung.

You laugh saying "it compliments your perfect personality Camille". One of the girls snatched the letter "and what do ve have here hm~ a letter" she gasps.

"Harry Potter who's that" a student with brown hair asks. "That's my Buisness, I don't know who he is" you snatch the letter back.

The girls laugh as they push you to the ground. "Hogwartusopus" the brown haired girl shouts. Your face felt as if something were burning. Giant Boils grew on your face "Merlin's beard make it stop" as Camille laughs. "Non you mouse" laughing as red boiling Boils grew on your face.

You sprawl to the floor shedding crystal tears. "It's unfair...so unfair" as you got up weakly crying in the bathrooms. The Boils settled down it was only a hex at least. The difference is a hex lasts shorter and a jinx is permanent.

You grabbed some paper as you shed some more tears.

"Dear Harry potter,

I'm sorry I couldn't respond before those evil pixies took my last letter.

Merlin knows what they did with it. They hexed my face with giant boils can you believe it, vile aren't they.

I wish I could be at Hogwarts it sounds amazing better then here.

I hope we can attend classes together someday.

Sincerely,

Y/n"

You smile slightly wiping away the tears from your lumpy face. You see headwig cuddling to you as you touch his wing. "Don't worry sir headwig I shall be free soon". You give him the letter watching as the white owl flew spreading its wings, flapping up and down.

Harry was sitting in class waiting for the letter when head wig exsaughted landed at Harry's desk. "Excuse me Mr potter I suggest you keep that owl in the owlery" mgonagall speaks highly.

"sorry Mrs" Harry smiles as Ron grabs the letter. "Is that a letter from your imaginary girlfriend potter" Draco spits at Harry. Ron growls "sod off Malfoy its none of your Buisness". Draco sneers "better hope your tounge is in tact Weasley".

Mgonagall shushed them "Weasley, Malfoy unless you wish to end up cleaning the school walls for the next hour. I suggest you pay attention" she speaks having enough of their quarreling.

Harry quietly unravels the letter opening it. Malfoy kept to himself snivelling in the fact he got told off.

Harry's face grew sad noting that in the letter y/n was hexed. Harry tore out a page from his book writing.

"dear y/n

That sounds aweful I had no idea those vile girls would torment you like this.

It sounds to me your better then this. you sound like a strong, confident person that deserves better.

If you ever do come to Hogwarts y/n I can take you to Diagon ally. It's full of the most wonderful shops wands, potions and the most delicious foods. Merlin I have to take you to honeydukes.

One time Ron got a piece of dragon snapper stuck in his teeth. Hermione tried to fish it out. Although I beileve it was one of Fred and Georges pranks.

Hope we can meet soon the Triwizard tornament is coming up and I can't believe your school was chosen. How lucky is that.

Harry Potter~".

He gave the scrap piece of paper to headwig. As the owl flies to France to your school.

You were sitting in your room reading fantastic beasts. Newt scammander was your idol wanting to break free. Headwig arrived at your window seal. Excited you see the torn scraped paper.

Reading this you slightly go pink Merlin this Harry Potter sounds dreamy. You felt butterflies arise in your stomach. "Merlins beard I feel odd as if...I'm having a slight twinge of happiness". You smile and collapse on the bed with the letter held to your heart.

You hear a girl younger then you run to the door out of breath. "Y/n you were chosen-" you looked confused at the girl. "Chosen for what?" You questioned. "To go to Hogwarts y/n Mrs told me to tell you your chosen".

You couldn't beileve it Hogwarts away from this school. You could finally meet this Harry Potter only problem you didn't know many other people going. "Thank you Penelope" you told the younger brown haired student.

Y/n however didn't realise she was only the assistant not one of the famous chosen wemon. Fluer Delacore was the most athletic person in all of France she had the looks, personality and beauty.

You envied her sometimes she was so liked that everyone admired her. You often wondered if any boy even liked you.

You were packing your suitcase when you hear someone speak in the distance. "I can't believe that rat got chosen I've given up so many things just to be here." You hear Camille spur out to her friend "when y/n comes back I'll turn everyone against her".

You roll your eyes no way in merlin will you let someone like Camille drag you down. You were strong and even then your confidence overtook hers.

Harry sat there in the grand hall of Hogwarts listening to Dumbledore speak he was excited to hear the following schools. The first to show up was dermstrung a school for only purebloods. He hated some of the beliefs in that school everyone deserves a chance even muggleborns.

The next that came was the school Beauxbatons full of Veela wemon. Harry could see Ron dreaming at all the pretty french girls. Hermione rolls her eyes whispering to Harry "which one do you think y/n is" she looks at Fluer.

"there all pretty" Ron stated looking at all the wemon covered in butterflies. One person stood out to Harry he couldn't look away. "Merlin she's beautiful you don't think that could be her" he stares at your beautiful eyes.

Y/n walks quietly behind within all the girls. She wasn't exactly at the front more so at the back. The girls were in order the first were the most popular and at the back were the assistants.

Harry's face was unmoved out of all of the wemon you captivated him the most. Hermione broke him out of his gaze "what are you staring at Harry". He speaks "oh erm nothing". Ron was captivated by Fluer and the pretty girls "Ron...Ron...Ron Weasley" Hermione snapped.

Ron looks at Hermione "oh sorry mione" she rolled her eyes. "Unbelievable" as Harry wondered whether y/n was even at Hogwarts. She couldn't have been within this school she must've been somewhere fancier.

Y/n later on was exploring around the school she followed around the girls that weren't a fan of her. "Merlin's beard" she tripped over her high heels she accidentally bumps into Fluer. "Sorry Mrs Delacore" as she sneers "watch where your stepping".

You did notice however that everyone at Hogwarts were more accepting. No one kept upright postures and nor did you have to be super smart to be popular. You can look as whacky and Whimsacle as you want and no one would care.

You did hope to see Harry Potter you had no idea who he was. Everyone had different houses where as in yours everyone wore the same uniform.

You watched as everyone stares at the pretty girls announcing butterflies from their chest. You kept up the routine as you practice to be elegant and refined.

You sit down as Dumbledore spoke the final contestants of the school. The Triwizard tornament should be soon. You had no idea who the contestants were. It will be exciting to find out.

As the meeting with Dumbledore ends you could see the girls all leaving to their guest dorms. You started to spend more time marveling at the textures of Hogwarts. The paintings were moving and everyone got along.

You ended up in a guests room spending time with the girls. Unfortunately they all ran to take their beds you were left alone in the corner.

"sorry y/n we don't share with peasants" as they laughed. You roll your eyes "and I don't share with snobbish toads" the girls look offended. You proudly sit on your bed ripping out a page from your book writing.

"dear Mr potter,

It's amazing I had no idea this school was so big. Everyone gets along witches, wizards, muggleborns, half bloods and even pure.

Its so fascinating to me I might like it here. Oh and I saw one of my teachers speaking to some hairy man. I think he must like her quite odd if I do say so myself.

I would love to visit Diagon ally with you it seems almost like a fairy tail dream. I do speak french so pardon if I can't pronounce things correctly.

So in that Mr potter I shall hope to meet you very soon.

Yours truly,

Y/n"

You seal the paper in an envelope. You head out in your fancy nightgown calling to headwig. "Misirè headwig" you say softly. The white owl was by your door step in seconds "headwig send this to misirè potter". You smiled as the white owl squawked and flew down the stairwell to Harry.

Harry was getting ready for bed as Ron speaks. "You know arry what if one of us gets In I mean we'll be famous" Ron smiles. Harry shakes his head "I don't think so Ron I mean I'm not of age Mabey next year" he smiles shyly.

Ron nods "yeah fair enough, hey have ya figured out who this y/n is yet". Harry shook his head heading into bed "no I...I don't think I could spot her she sounds like a beautiful, strong woman though". Ron raises an eyebrow "oi Harry do you have a crush on this y/n".

Harry blushed "w-what made you say that" as Ron shrugs. "don know you seem to talk about her alot" he tucks himself in. "Anyways I'm off to bed g'night arry" he turns to his side sleeping.

Harry takes off his glasses smiling as he saw a glimpse. "Yeah goodnight Ron" when all of a sudden an owl comes in. "Gah bloody ell Harry does headwig Ave to come in like that" he covered his ears.

Headwig drops the letter "thanks headwig" as the owl squawked. "Lets see oh...she's here at Hogwarts Merlin's beard now I'm curious". Harry's eyes widened as he puts on his glasses.

Ron shot up "Merlins beard Harry we ave t'a find her then any guesses". He shook his head "no but...I saw a beautiful lady walking down the isle in the back although I don't think it's her".

Ron puts his fingers under his chin "it could possibly be her Harry unless". He dreamily sighs "it was the pretty blonde girl she was certainly a beauty". Harry chuckles "yeah I'm not interested in looks more so just y/n and who ever she is".

The two boys said there good nights and slept. The next morning was quite exciting the new contestants will be announced.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood in the hall along with y/n and the other students. In the middle stood a cup as a piece of paper shot out of it.

Dumbledore made the annoucements of the contestants "I would like to announce first the first student to attend Cedric diggery". A boy in a hufflepuff shirt bravely walks up as the cup shot out another piece of paper. "The next student Viktor Krum" as a broad man walks up winking at hermione.

The next student which made y/n surprised was "Fleur Delacore". She walked up the prettiest girl in all of France. Ron couldn't stop staring as Hermione rolled her eyes.

"now our final contestant shall be-" as the piece of paper floats from the cup. "Harry Potter" he speaks quietly. Eventually he became louder "HARRY POTTER!" As a young boy in glasses came up to the cup.

Could that be the harry potter the one whom you've been talking to. No Merlin no he looks far to young then what you had envisioned. "Harry will attend" as the boy stood there awrkwardly.

You looked confused but payed no mind after all this school was big how many Harry's could there be. You walk out of the hall very confused as you saw fleur walk up to you.

"madam y/n I wish for you to accompany me to the first trial it's in the tent" she smiled. You whisper nervously "oh of course Fluer" as she walked off. The girls sneer at you "hey look its y/n and her imaginary admirer".

Hermione grew suspecious looking at those girls. She watched as they muttered your name. "Great Merlin I think I figured it out" she runs off with her books to Harry.

"Harry, Harry!" She calls out as Harry looked nervous. "Yeah what is it mione" he muttered as she sounded excited. "I may know who this mysterious admirer of yours is I should've known" she points to the girl whom she thought was you. "The blonde haired girl, there" Harry knew deep down it wasn't true.

"Hermione I think you have the wrong person" as Hermione shakes her head. "no Harry it must be the way she writes and her figure it must be true" she speaks confidently. "No Hermione I don't think it is" Harry turns picking up his books.

Harry was nervous he had no idea how in Merlin he got in. He wasn't even of age he didn't want to risk his life out there. He had the conversation with Dumbledore he would need to be protected.

As Harry heads off to his first trial he walks inside the tent. Y/n was with Fluer feeling awrkward as it is. I mean who would even want to talk to y/n she wasn't popular nor smart. She wasn't even well known only the assistant. You stand by the tents door nervously.

Harry came in as y/n noticed the young awrkward boy before. Y/n believed that Harry may not have even existed she stands there by herself. "Merlin's beard this is useless I give up" as the boy stares at you feeling sorry.

"erm hello sorry, didn't mean to disturb you" he smiled. "Don't worry I'm not doing anything" you lean to the beside him. "I can't believe it's happening I mean, everything is happening so fast" he sighs. You listen to him he seemed tense to say the least almost not wanting to compete.

"listen sir, I may have not much in common with you but-" you touched his arm. "You seem like a strong, confident person anyone as good as you deserves better" you laugh pushing into the tents fabric. "A boy told me that once it made my day I truly believed that I was worth something more".

Harrys eyes widened he remembers writing a letter like that to someone. "You wouldn't happen to know who y/n is" you sound confused. "Wait Harry?" Without warning he hugged you. He wraps his arms around your waist.

"Merlin's beard I finally get to meet you after all this time" you were confused you weren't hugging him just standing there. "Y/n all those terrible things you went through, merlin I wished I saved you your so strong".

Your eyes well up almost like it was an emotional setting. "Harry it's alright truly, I've survived worse I'm happy to have met you finally". You two didn't say anything but hugged on the spot he felt sympathy towards you.

You shed a few tears realising that Harry was the one to have kept you going. "Y/n truly it's a pleasure" as the girls even Fluer saw the scene unfold. "Merlin why is that Beauxbatons student hugging him" they were very confused based on their status.

They didn't care what the others thought y/n and Harry were happy to be in each others arms. Harry felt sorry he wanted to meet y/n he wasn't after appearances nor competition. He saw y/n for y/n a girl who's strong and confident in the way she shows it.

"misirè harry you have to take me to honeydukes after Oui?" You smile. Harry's eyes glint with a twinge of joy "yes after the tornament you have to meet my friends Ron and Hermione they'll love you y/n".

You and Harry talk for the next hour until the tornament began. Everyone else could clearly see there was something more brewing in Harry. Hermione guessed it was a something more then y/n and Harry being just friends.

That however was another story to tell beginning within a letter.

[fandomlit]

gif cred belongs to @theprincesshuri​

requested by anon “hiiii can I request Dean (from Harry Potter) with a clumsy Veela girl?”

imagine going to the yule ball with dean thomas

dean hadn’t expected you to say yes to yule ball when he asked, but he was unbelievably glad you had. ever since the beauxbaton girls were introduced to the school, you had caught his eye. whether it had been your beauty, your humor, or the way you tripped over quite literally anything, he didn’t know; but he did know that he loved it.

“looking sharp, mate,” seamus complimented.

“thanks,” dean sighed. the boys stood outside the great hall, eyes peeled open and waiting for their dates. “am i supposed to be this nervous?”

“i think so..?” seamus hummed, considering. 

before dean could say something else in his anxiety, he spotted you coming into his line of sight. “woah.” seamus whistled when you waved over to the two of them, giving them a smile. “oh, wow.”

then, just before you reached them, you took a wrong step and your heel slid against the stone floor, causing you to stumble. but you stayed upright, giving dean an embarrassed grin before continuing your way over.

seamus looked over to his friend, still seeing him grin like a dreamy idiot. dean looked over at seamus. “what?”

seamus just chuckled, shaking his head. “you’re whipped.”

[justsomewritingsandshit]

The Struggles of a Male Veela (Part 5 - Selene’s Got A Date)

Louis Weasley x Soulmate!OC

Length: 3190 words

Warnings: soulmate!au, altered ages of next gen, female OC, Hunter Parrish as Louis, fxf date, mentions of sAd bOI hOuRs

Part 5 of this series | Masterlist | Part 4 | Part 6

Selene has never been fussy when it comes to dating – for her, (so long as the person expressed an interest, didn’t seem oddly clingy, or overly possessive) anyone was game. So, when the attractive Mari Singh (of Ravenclaw house) asked her out… well, she said yes.

Mari and Selene had been ‘classroom friends’ for years, so she had supposed it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Their rapport was friendly enough, and Mari was an attractive girl, so there was no real reason to say no.

Plus, Selene happened to know that she was the first girl that Mari had asked out since her coming out over the summer. Selene felt that she had a sort of duty to treat Mari to a wonderful time, setting a good example of what Mari should look for in a partner, should she choose to date again. Too many people let themselves be in bad circumstances, simply because it’s all they knew, and Selene wouldn’t let Mari’s kind soul be one of those. Selene wished she’d had a person do the same for her, when she was younger. It would have saved her a lot of broken hearts.

In the end, the two girls arranged it for their date to be the first Hogsmeade trip, which was on the last day of the month. The two of them were going to end up spending their entire time there making awkward but friendly conversation, and drinking butterbeers – there was never much to do in Hogsmeade, after all.

If anyone was asked to go off and experience Hogsmeade, they’d come back and say that it felt as if the village had been unchanged for hundreds of years. Contradicting that analysis was the known fact that many of the buildings were only two decades old, as some of them had to be repaired after the war. And, the war memorials and plaques in the middle of the village were only a few years old themselves.

Despite the newer builds, the town was one of the oldest magic-only communities in the United Kingdom – there were much older communities in remote areas of South America, Asia, and in concealed tribes all throughout Africa, though. There wasn’t much to the small town, just a joke shop, a sweet store, a few small trinket shops, a pub or two – basically; nothing much for the teens whose only chance at an off-campus activity was a monthly trip there.

So, yeah, dating at Hogwarts was kind of the worst.

Louis didn’t find out about the date, until what he would consider the last minute.

On the eve of Halloween (a Friday that was surprisingly mild for the season), Selene and Louis found themselves once again at their usual haunt – a large, wooden table located in the back of the ginormous hall that was the library.

Said teens were staring intensely at the parchments clasped in their respective hands. Louis’s happened to be a letter from his mother, a long winded one that was reminding him to try and ‘stretch’ in his veela form weekly – the fact that she went on to describe how it may feel similar to a female’s period was why he was contemplating an attempt at trying to burn it with his gaze. Selene’s parchment held the notes that she’d taken down in Charms earlier that day – at that moment, they weren’t making any sense to her.

“Louis? This new Charms stuff, I don’t get it. Help me out over here?” Selene’s interruption was received warmly by Louis, as Fleur Weasley (nee Delacour) had, in her lengthy letter, began to describe the severity of her monthly flow to her teenaged son.

“Go ahead.” Louis eagerly ditched his parchment to the side, one-hundred-percent ready to never read it, ever again. “Was it the wandless stuff we started this week? On Tuesday?”

Selene sent him a confirming nod, going into her dilemma, “If I’m casting a charm like ‘protego totalum’, how am I supposed to control what I’m casting it on? It’s, uh, pretty important that it’s cast on the right thing.”

Louis was momentarily distracted by the way her brows furrowed together in obvious confusion, sending his mind spiralling. By the time he managed to force his stupid veela brain to focus, he realised that he had succeeded in the task of being weirdly silent for close to a minute. If there was a wizard-god, then Louis prayed to them that Selene would just think he was seriously contemplating her question and coming to a slow conclusion. “I guess it could be one of those charms that are always going to require a wand. Or, you can just think super hard while casting.” Louis let out a breathy chuckle.

Entertaining this thought, Selene muttered, “I don’t know what wizard-kind did before they realised they could use a wand.”, as she flipped over her parchment.

It hadn’t been a real question, but none the less it had amused Louis to think up an answer to it. He chuckled, crossing his arms on the table to rest on, “I can just imagine it was a bunch of people awkwardly performing ‘accidental magic’, like when we were kids.”

His words caused Selene to laugh too, as she pictured people in old-timey clothes waving their arms accidentally and setting something on fire. “The first person to use a wand must have been like; ‘what?’!” Selene’s face got slightly warmer, as her breathing was interrupted by her chortles, “They were like ‘Bartholomew,” Louis had to cover his mouth in order to hide the snort of laughter he produced at Selene’s excellent impression of the ‘Bloody Baron’. His uncle’s impression was nothing on hers. “Thou hast pick-ethed up a stick, which doth work well-eth’ at mastering thoust powers’.”

Both of them had stomach cramps, trying to contain their laughter. Louis had tears building up in his eyes, and his face was turning red. Selene had doubled over, laughing mostly silently, the only sound being her inhaled breath and the slapping of her had against her knee. Their ‘quiet’ laughter was eventually drowned out by the librarian’s shrill cry of, “Get out of my library if you’re not going to follow the rules!”

Hurriedly, the two of them pack up all their belongings, erupting into occasional giggles every time the two caught each other’s eyes. They burst from the library’s entrance, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin stumbled along the large corridor. By the time they’d reached the end of the long hallway, they both decided it was best for them to start making their way to their respective common rooms.

There was calm silence for ten minutes.

Eventually it was broken. “So…” Louis’s shoulders were hunched over a little, his hands looking as if he’d shoved them as deep as he could, into the pockets of his school trousers. Making himself look smaller was his main way of coming off across nonchalant. However, the only thing he looked, was uncomfortable. “The, uh, first Hogsmeade trip is tomorrow. Are, um…” He paused to inhale some confidence, “Are you going to go?” Louis wanted so bad to shout out, to ask (or even beg) her to go with him on this trip. The sixth-year could imagine it now; the two of them wander the lanes of Hogsmeade together, their noses getting redder the longer that they’re out in the cold… their breath visible and intermingling, as they get closer and closer… maybe, a kiss? Oh, Louis wanted nothing more than that.

“Yeah, I-” Selene argued with herself. She shouldn’t have felt uncomfortable (awkward?) telling Louis about her upcoming date… and yet, she did. Which was absurd, because they were friends! “Uh… Actually, I have a date.” Merlin, Selene’s stomach squirmed. She felt awful admitting this to Louis, even though there was no need to, at all. Her nerves made her ramble, “With Mari Singh, from Ravenclaw. I think she’s in your Transfiguration class?” Selene went on, her mouth moving a mile a minute, but Louis heard none of it.

The blonde boy felt like he’d been physically hurt, despite knowing he certainly had absolutely no true right to feel as pained as he did. Selene Morgenstern was his soulmate, sure, but she didn’t know that. He hadn’t informed her that destiny (and, he guesses; his veela instincts) had fated them to be together. Plus, he was pretty sure that he hadn’t let on about his romantic feelings towards her either.

The Slytherin was her own person, and as such; allowed to date whomever she wanted…

But Louis was allowed to be upset about it. Even if it was irrational to be so. Boys (well, really, he’d insist that he was closer to a man, now) could be emotional too! However, he wasn’t going to expose said hurt feelings to Selene. He was upset by her words, but they were just friends… just friends, even if he did have different sentiments towards her.

Everything Louis Weasley had been taught by his family as a child was blooming into fruition in this moment; good friends support their friends – no matter the personal consequences.

As if the gods above had granted him lee-way, Louis’s turning to go up to the Gryffindor Common Room was fast approaching. “Well, uh, you have a great time! I’ll see you later!” Hastily exiting the situation seemed to be the only way to end this conversation, plus Louis was finding that his eyes were quickly filling with tears, and he didn’t want Selene to see them.

“Uh, thanks, Louis! See you!” Frantically waving at the back of the already turned-away boy was not the way a cool and collected Slytherin behaved. For love of Merlin, why was she acting like this? In true Slytherin sentiment, Selene ignored the way her stomach clenched up the moment Louis was out of sight. “Ugh, I need to get more sleep.”

Louis spent that night clutching his pillows tightly to his trembling body, desperately trying to not burst into his veela form. It was exhaustingly difficult to hold on to his human form, as his veela’s desire to fly away from all the pain he was facing was almost too powerful. The teen was virtually bursting at the seams, due to the effort it took to hold back this side of him.

His heart felt like it was under an intense pressure, as if it was being compressed. And his skin was positively feverish! Every pore along his body was asking for relief. Every muscle fibre itching for some form of freedom that only his veela form could give to him.

And to think, Louis had bitterly mused to himself, all this because I’m jealous. Louis knew, deep down, that he had no true reason to be jealous, or hurt, or sad, or angry. Selene was not his. Not his girlfriend, nor anything more than his close friend! The girl was her own woman. One who can decide for herself who she wants to love, and whom she wants to date.

Still… His acknowledgement of this fact did not miraculously send him into recovery.

Louis remained lonesome and feverish through the night.

There was a problem with Selene’s date.

Or, rather; there was a problem with Mari Singh – well, not really.

Okay, so the issue was with Selene. She was positively sure that there were a dozen other places she’d rather be, than on this date with Mari. The Slytherin clearly did not feel one iota of a romantic stirring towards the bird.

Now, that’s not to say the other girl was not lovely! Mari was smart, pretty, and rather funny - an all-around kind person.

Still, Selene found herself wishing that she was not the one opposite the Ravenclaw in the Three Broomsticks. And, that wasn’t to say it was an awful date! Not at all. It was a… nice affair. They talked over a butterbeer, and giggled at each other’s stories... And, yes; the conversation had been (sometimes) intelligent and (somewhat?) interesting.

Selene just felt like something was missing from it all, though.

“I was like; ‘why does this always happen to him?’!” Mari let out a chortle at her own story. It was a rather long-winded, yet deeply hilarious, anecdote of her families’ latest vacation. Her father apparently fell off a dinghy that the whole family had been sitting in, right into the arms of what may have been a hairy man (or, perhaps, a large bear), whilst not even in the water yet. “Anyway…”

The two female students had slowly been making their way back to the castle. And, now they were standing at the crossroads of where they’d each have to turn away to go to their separate common rooms.

Before Mari could even say anything else, Selene had to be honest with her, “Mari, I had a nice time today, but, uh, I have to be frank with you… I like you as a friend, Mari, but I-” Selene paused, to place her hand on the Ravenclaw’s shoulder and to carefully choose her following words. “I, um, I don’t feel for you, romantically that is.” Mari’s face began to crumble, “I’m sorry, but I had to be honest with you. It would be cruel for me to get your hopes up like that. You’re my friend but sparing your feelings now would only hurt you later. Right?”

Mari mulled the words over, but finally nodded her head softly.

Selene removed her palm from the other girls’ shoulder. She felt obliged to offer up some information that might soften the blow she’d just been dealt, “Plus, it wouldn’t be fair to Naomi…”

Mari’s head tilted to her left, “Gnomes?” It was a cute nickname Mari had for her roommate, fellow Ravenclaw Naomi Gardener. “W-Why would it be unfair to her?”

Selene heard the thinly veiled excitement in her voice. It was well-known within the female population of their respective year-group, that Naomi Gardner fancied Mari Singh. It was true that pretty much everyone knew that, but only Selene heard said information first-hand from Naomi. “Well, Naomi may have mentioned something to me… But it’s probably best to ask her about it.” She leant forward, pressing a friendly peck to Mari’s cheek, “Thank you for a lovely time, Mar.” Sending a wink to the girl, Selene began to walk away. “I hope we’re still friends, Mari! Good luck!”

Louis didn’t expect to see Selene the next morning.

Not because he assumed that something… like that... would happen between the two girls. No, not at all! Rather, Louis was surprised to see Selene, since he had decided to try to avoid her altogether.

Also, the idea of seeing her in the boys’ bathroom was incredibly surprising.

“Um, hello?”

Carefully, Louis angled his entire body away from the approaching teenaged girl. As quick as he could he tucked himself away and buttoned up his trousers. Due to his complexion, the flush on his cheeks was all too visible. Even knowing she could see the blush; he tried his best to act casual as he walked over to wash his hands. Selene was in his peripherals the entire time.

“So,” Louis shook his hands out, getting them dry enough to wipe against the fabric against his thighs – he didn’t even think about using his magic or wand to dry them. “Uh, what brings you to the men’s bathroom?” Before he could embarrass himself, he tucked his hands into the back pockets of his trousers. It was an attempt to seem casual.

Selene let a faux look of sadness creep onto her face, “Well, when I saw you practically running down the hallway when you saw me coming, I figured I should check on you.” She rested her shoulder on the wall to her right, “After all, I am a good friend.”

Louis’s was sure that his heart was going to jump out of his chest. Even though he knew that she was being a nice person, a great friend, his veela hindbrain was absolutely screaming at him. Surely that meant she was accepting the bond! Checking on her mate, right? Merlin! Louis had to snap himself out of those thoughts, because they weren’t facts. He knew first-hand that not thinking truthfully only damaged your own feelings.

“I- I just,” Louis was tongue-tied now. How exactly could he explain that he didn’t want to hear about her amazing date with bloody Mari Singh? “Well-”

Selene cut him off, not wanting to hear any of his poor attempts at lying to her, “I wanted to vent to you, about my date last night.” She rushed out first, before pausing. The Slytherin was gathering herself, choosing her next words carefully. “It was alright.”

The male noticed the lack of enthusiasm in her description of the event. His stomach lurched in awkward excitement.

She let out a quiet laugh, “You know… I was going to talk to Emmaline about it all, but-” Her head lolled to the side as she thought hard, “But I don’t know, I just-” Eventually, Selene pushed off the wall she was leaning on and strolled closer to the him. “I guess I just really wanted to talk to you.”

Louis was sure that he wasn’t breathing. “Oh.” In fact, he was pretty sure that he hadn’t been breathing for Selene’s entire speech. “Okay. Yeah... Alright.” Taking his hand from his pocket, he gestured over towards the exit of the bathroom, “Shall we, then?” Yes, that was normal. If only his heartbeat could chill out, too.

Luckily for them, there was only one first year in the otherwise empty hallway. Said single first year awkwardly still stood, deer-in-headlights-style, as they witnessed the two elder teens exit the boy’s’ bathroom together.

“So,” Louis was trying his best to seem calm, “It didn’t go well?” He paused, before clarifying, “Your date, I mean.”

The two of them were back in the school’s library. It was during a shared free period of theirs, and like always Selene and Louis were nestled together at their table. Heads were pushed closer to one another than strictly needed, both attempting to talk as quietly – they were in fear of the librarian, who had already given them both the most scathing look when they’d walked in talking.

“No, it was fine.” Selene answered him, her lips twisting into a grimace as she thought over the date, “Nothing awful, it just - it didn’t feel right.” She played with the quill in her hand, “I guess when I’m on a date, I want it to feel nicer than a ‘fine’ or ‘alright’.”

Louis nodded, understanding what she meant. “True.” There was silence as the blond wrote down a sentence or two on his parchment. He could feel the tingle of Selene’s eyes watching him do so. “So,” He began again, “No second date, then?”

Selene averted her eyes from his form, pretending that she didn’t catch him observing her from the very corner of his eye. “Not with Mari, no.” She looked down to her work, and unbeknownst to her Louis did as well.

Both had smiles on their faces.

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[happy-littleblog]

Request; there’s a Veela Ravenclaw but she’s prettier than her cousins so they don’t like her, They know that she has a crush on Fred so they all flirt with him until she loses it and snoggs him. She’s also an Ollivander and she doesn’t like it that she’s so pretty. one of the few persons who know who’s Fred and who’s George, everyone thought she was an Hufflepuff first. I hope it’s not complicated🍒✨🏹

Hi hun, I tired my best so I hope you like it!

🛑requests are open🛑

⚠️miss spelled words, some swear words, crappy writing, kind of long, not edited cause I wanted to get this done before my birthday party⚠️

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Y/n Ollivander was 11 when she first saw Fred Weasley and fell in love.

She was with her dad saying goodbye when she turned her head to see two red headed boys with their mother and older brothers and she couldn’t take her eyes off of one of the two.

“Y/n are you alright?” He father asked

“I’m yes, just nervous.”

“Don’t be, you’re the best wand maker I know. Next me of course. You’ll do fine in Hogwarts.” She nodded and gave her dad one last hug before running off to catch the train.

She sat in the same cabinet as her cousin Amber who was always jealous of her good looks, kind heart, and smarts.

“Ugh little miss perfects here.” She mumbled crossing her arms.

“I’m not perfect Amber.” She said sitting across from her.

“You’re part Veela, if you’re perfect.”

The two didn’t talk for the rest of their trip to Hogwarts. She couldn’t get her mind off of the pretty red headed boy she sat at the plate form.

Years after that Y/n never forgot about the red headed boy (later learning his name was Fred Weasley)

Y/n often saw him around school and she even had muffle history with him giving her more time to look at him.

Amber saw how in love she was with him and being the spiteful Slytherin she was decided that she will make Fred fall in love with her instead of Y/n.

Y/n was walking down the hallway towards the great hall for dinner when she heard her cousins high pitched annoying laugh.

“You’re so funny Freddie.” She said putting her hand on his chest trying to flirt with the guy she liked.

“Who are you single?” She asked

“Well ah-“

“You know how about we fix that? You could date me!” She said with a big fake smile.

Y/n at this point was fuming, Amber knew she liked Fred and that she was planning on asking him out.

Angrily she walked over to her cousin and pushed her away from Fred.

“You bitch! You knew I liked him and you are just doing this to get back at me! I didn’t nothing wrong to you! You’re just jealous of me for no reason!”

“Oh little miss perfect is angry.” She laughed standing up and crossing her arms.

“Little Miss perfect mad that for once she can’t get the boy she wants?”

“Why are you so mean to me? I didn’t ask to be part Veela if anything I hate it! If I could give my ‘gift’ I would just so you would like me! I don’t like being pretty and having people think I get everything I want. Just go away and leave my life alone!” Y/n yelled at Amber who stood there stone faced before walking away.

“Wow, I’ve never seen a Hufflepuff get that mad before.” He laughed crossing his arms

“I’m not a Hufflepuff, I’m a Ravenclaw.”

“You sure fooled me, you’re so nice and quite not stuck up like the rest of them. I’m going to great hall for dinner, wanna wall with me so you can protect me from other girls who may try to flirt with me?” Y/n blushed and laughed fixing her hair nervously.

“That would be great.”

[slytherwrites]

I don't mean to be mean or rude but there were these people in my class who were wearing like REALLY revealing clothes and I've gotten an idea: How would yanderes Draco, poly yanderes Fred and George react to the reader who's usually an introvert suddenly wearing really revealing clothing since she wants to be noticed and doesn't want to be viewed as an introvert anymore? Tbh, this is actually what I'm thinking rn... it's like if I want to be noticed in my college these days, that's the step I'll have to take but I don't feel comfortable wearing such revealing clothes

i think this is my first non mha request across my two writing blogs and im esctatic!!! also, dont do things youre not comfortable with just for attention.

also im assuming that this is for two different sets, draco and the weasley twins, not all three of them (which would be an... interesting set up)

and anything mean or degrading i say does not represent my feeling on how people dress, just how i imagine these characters feeling, whilst being yanderes

and i made sure to make this as gender neutral as possible

Draco Malfoy - 6th Year (HBP)

He isn't a stranger to attractive girls trying to get his attention. His family is rich and powerful and with the state of the world at the moment, siding with a notoriously dark wizarding family isn't the worst thing in the world.

But you? He expected better.

You were dressed like one of those muggle harlots pureblood men would talk about. If their wives were frigid, they could always get someone of an inferior status for a short little while. Women like that were always impressed by riches and jewels.

But you? Nice, pureblood you? He couldn't believe it.

The Hogwarts uniform itself looked nice on you. You dressed respectable, nice even in your house color. But you ditched the cloak and hiked up your uniform to show skin. The hem at the bottoms were brought up and your button up shirt left with one too many buttons undone. Your tie was strung haphazardly across your neck, lining up against your collarbone.

It was sickening, pathetic, and dare he say, hot.

But, you weren't supposed to be like that. You were supposed to be better than that. And that causes Draco to intercept you.

He grabs your arm before you can even get to the Great Hall for breakfast, clenching your wrist until his knuckles turn white. He looks up, then down. Slowly taking everything in.

"I take it you don't like my outfit, Draco."

"You're getting bold."

"I guess."

"And, dare I ask why you're dressed like this?" He asks, "You're not a veela you know."

"Just..." You reply, "Wanted a change of wardrobe."

He lets go of you just long enough to wrap his own cloak around you.

"You shouldn't dress like that you know." He says, "And keep the cloak on. No one should see you in this state."

You look at him, taking it off before he puts his wand in your face.

"Put it on, or there will be consequences for your behavior."

"Okay Draco." You add, "Whatever."

You roll your eyes, taking the cloak. You can always just go change in between classes.

He lets you go before getting the last word in, "And if you want to dress that slutty again, stop by my dorm before doing so."

Weasley Twins - 6th Year (GOF)

It's the Yule Ball and the twins didn't officially bring anyone. Neither did you. But everyone in Gryffindor Tower knows not to touch what the twins want.

And what they want, is you.

It's been apparent ever since the three of you started Hogwarts together. The twins and their person, their third half. There was a sense of safety when it came from them. Nobody would mess with the one thing that some of the most mischievous students at Hogwarts desired.

And oh, did they desire you. They have wanted you ever since they rode the train with you, all those years ago. You were their third half, the born-away piece of their soul. The one person who knew either of them just with one look. Because you knew them for who each of them are, not for who they are. And that's what makes you special. It's what makes you one of them.

"Oh Georgie..." Fred comments, "Look what the cat dragged in."

George whistle, "Look what the cat came in with."

Damn, did their other partner clean up nice. Well, nice may not be te right word, but it certainly must be what you were feeling, because you never graced them with this amount of skin ever.

"I don't think I've ever felt so..."

"Lucky?"

"Aroused."

"Understandable, Freddie."

The encircled you, cutting off most people's view of you. And oh, was it a view. They need to take you to nicer places more often if this is how you'll dress for them. It's better than the muggle photos people smuggle in and even more so thatn the magical magazines in circulation. even if everything isn't showing, you've left nothing to the imagination.

Part of them wants to show you off, keep you pressed against them and ensnared in their arms. everyone could look and be envious of what they could have, but then people would try to take you away from them. And that's not an option, ever.

You aren't leaving their side, even if you want to. You can keep on dressing pretty and showing yourself off, but they're going to make it big. Their business will rise off the ground. And they'll be able to dress you up in the sluttiesst of dress robes all of the godamn time, if you left them take a peek at what's underneath afterwards, of course.

[lilmissquackson]

Enchanted

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem Beauxbaton Student! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning/s: Uses of she/her pronouns, Simp! Draco owshi, rusty kylie trying to write a cute little imagine, also kylie not knowing how to speak French, so she uses Google Translate (I don’t trust Google Translate, but I can’t speak French, so if you see mistakes, pls do tell me and correct </3) + it’s not really Enchanted but also very Enchanted lolll, it’s also almost 3am, so if it’s trashy, I’m very sorry </3

Words: 1,283

Author’s note: Hi potathoes!! It’s been a while, I know, but my cousin was singing Taylor Swift’s Enchanted earlier and I thought about this thing that I’m writing loll I hope you like it!!! 

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    October thirtieth, nineteen ninety four, Y/N found herself in a carriage, her eyes staring at the window, nothing but clouds in her sight.

Going to Hogwarts for this school year was certainly not in her plans, but with the said school hosting this year’s Triwizard Tournament, she had no choice but to come along— besides, it was nice to see new scenery but France.

The clouds started to part as their carriage lowered, and when everything cleared out, there they saw the castle.

Hogwarts.

“C'est un beau château,” (That’s a nice castle) said Celeste, Y/N’s lovely friend.

Y/N shrugged with a light smile, “Pas mieux que le nôtre, cependant,” (Still not better than ours, though.)

Celeste glanced at her with a fish eating grin, “Vous ne savez jamais ce qui pourrait arriver, peut-être que quelque chose... ou quelqu'un pourrait changer d'avis,” (You never know what might happen, maybe something… or someone might change your mind.)

At that Y/N couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “Nous verrons.” (We will see.)

Their carriage finally made a landing, the girl could already see the students outside in their black school uniforms, their house colors presenting such house pride. Y/N smoothened out her blue uniform, and stepped out, her face channeling elegance and politeness.

A woman with a tall hat greeted them with a warm smile, “Madame Maxine, very nice to see you,” said the woman, of which their Headmistress greeted back with a smile as warm as her own— McGonagall, as Madame Maxine had called her.

It wasn’t long until the lot of them finally made their beautiful grand entrance. To be honest, Y/N hated it. Especially how it affected the men, their stares, so amazed and fascinated as if they were the only women in the room.

Y/N was glad it was over when it was.

That night, Dumbledore, the Headmaster, told them about all the boring things, such as the Triwizard tournament, and where, and until when the other schools were to stay.

It wasn’t long until Y/N got to Hogwarts, she would always find herself either by the Black Lake or the Astronomy tower, a book in hand, as they were the places where there weren’t people— it was hard to find one with three schools in one castle.

Today, it was the Black Lake she chose, but as she was on her way there, she stopped by the Courtyard because of a commotion. A furry one, I could say.

“My father will hear about this!” Said the very blonde boy, he was so blonde he might as well be a Veela— or maybe just bleached.

“Is that a threat?!” Exclaimed Professor Moody, a wand in hand as he ran after the boy, making Y/N laugh.

McGonagall stopped the DADA teacher before he could harm the poor bleached boy, and with that Y/N left. Not for the Black Lake, though.

She made her way towards the hallways of Hogwarts, stifling a laugh when she saw the blonde boy trip, and fall, “Mon Dieu, are you okay?” She asked with a slight laugh.

The boy stood up, and faced her with furrowed eyebrows, “I’m fine!” He had said before he turned and left.

“You do not look fine?” The girl teased, following him with a grin, “Especially after you turned into a ferret. I would not be okay either! So I understand.”

He stopped and turned to face Y/N, making her stop, their faces inches away from each other, “I don’t think you’re in the right place to say things like that, Miss Frenchie.  Besides, I don’t even know you!”

Y/N smiled, “Then please allow me to introduce myself,” she had started, stepping back a bit, and offering a hand, “Y/N L/N of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, pleasure meeting you, Mr…?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, surprised by the girl’s dedication, “None of your business.”

Those were his last words before he once again turned and went somewhere Y/N didn’t know, “Alright then, Mr. None of your business!” She had yelled after him, but he didn’t turn to correct her.

It didn’t matter, Y/N was sure she’d have more encounters with him.

And as for him, he was curious about this Y/N L/N. A small chuckle left his lips as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“‘Til we meet again, Frenchie,” he mumbled to himself, finally turning into a corner, and disappearing from Y/N’s sight.

~~

The first task sure was an exciting event. Cedric Diggory did wonderful, Viktor Krum was perfect as some would say, and Fleur did amazing as well.

Harry Potter— well, he left the arena with the dragon, there wasn’t really anything to see besides him coming back with the golden egg.

After the event, everyone was to go back to their common rooms to change for dinner, and since it was almost December, naturally, it was as cold as it could get at that moment, Y/N thought she’d die from the cold.

“Je ne peux pas tenir très longtemps dans ce froid,” (I can’t last in this cold very long.) Y/N had mumbled under her breath, pulling her coat closer as they made their way towards the castle, her being one of the people behind the others.

Behind her, she had heard someone chuckle. At first, she had thought it was Celeste, but then they spoke, “Si vous étiez intelligent, vous utiliseriez un charme de chauffage,” (If you were smart, you’d use a heating charm.)

Spoiler alert: it was because he actually wanted to walk with Y/N. To annoy her, or to flirt with her, we will never know— Well, maybe we do.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “I would’ve done that earlier if my hands weren’t freezing from the cold, Mr. None of your business!” She told him, wondering why he didn’t go with his friends who’re probably already in the castle.

He scoffed, pulling his wand out, “You can just admit you’re not smart, you know, Frenchie?” He had said, before casting a heating charm on Y/N.

She blushed at the gesture, “Merci,” she had mumbled, and the boy only nodded in acknowledgement. Y/N let out a breath, before grinning, “Sure, I may not be as smart as you, but at least I’m not a furry animal.”

“I have a name, you know?” Y/N had raised an eyebrow, “You don’t have to call me Frenchie. Y/N. Call me Y/N.”

The blonde boy glared at her, “That’s very low of you, Frenchie.”

He let out a scoff, “You don’t call me by my name, so why should I call you by yours?”

“That’s because you wouldn’t give me a name to call you to start with!” Y/N exclaimed, crossing her arms in annoyance as the castle finally made it to their view. They stopped by the entrance, facing each other.

A smile made its way towards the blonde’s face. It wasn’t teasing, and it wasn’t mean either.

Might be a real one.

“You’re cute when you’re worked up,” he had told her, making the girl’s face heat up. Luckily, he didn’t see, “Why should I give you my name?”

He thought for a moment, then shook his head, “Non, je vous laisse deviner. Au revoir, Y/N,” (Nah, I’ll keep you guessing. Goodbye, Y/N.) the blonde boy told her, before waving a slightly sarcastic goodbye.

Y/N held her head up, “So I can call you someone who isn’t Mr. None of your business?”

The girl was left alone, a breath leaving her nose, “Il aime bien le suspense, hein?” (He sure likes suspense, huh?)

“Who? Draco Malfoy?”

Y/N jumped in surprise, turning to see Celeste right beside her, “Celeste! I have been looking for you!” She had told her friend as she looped her arms around the girl, pulling her towards the castle, “Did you say Draco Malfoy?”

Celeste let out a chuckle, “Oui! I have heard his name all around Hogwarts! They say he’s a feisty spoiled pureblood brat,” she said as they walked towards the stairs, “They say to watch out for him. For what reason, I don’t know.”

“He doesn’t seem so feisty?” Y/N raised an eyebrow with a slight laugh, “Maybe he’s none of those things. We’ll see.”

~~

Tonight was a magical night. The Yule Ball, happening on the Eve of Christmas.

Y/N wore a beautiful dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and even without a date, she had promised herself that she’d have a good time. Alongside Celeste, of course.

It wasn’t like no one asked to take her, but she had told Celeste they’d go together as friends.

When they entered the great hall, it was like they entered a new world, a world of which nothing could go wrong, like everything wasn’t real, and all things were alright.

It was very enchanting.

“Voir! La table à manger!” (Look! The food table!) Celeste pointed at the table full of yummy snacks, but when Y/N looked over, it wasn’t the food that she saw.

Celeste dragged her friend towards the food, not noticing Draco Malfoy, who was clearly looking at Y/N now. The girl blushed.

Draco Malfoy. He looked beautiful.

Y/N gave her own hand, Draco lowering his head to give it a light kiss, “Draco Malfoy.”

“Frenchie,” Draco offered a hand, Celeste already lost at the buffet table.

The boy looked up in surprise, “You finally know my name,” he grinned, not letting go of the girl’s hand.

Draco smiled, then finally worked up the courage to ask, “May I dance with you?”

“I have to say, I’m disappointed it’s not None of your business,” Y/N laughed.

Y/N looked into his eyes, her face slowly glowing up as she answered, “Oui,” completely forgetting about her friend at the buffet table— though Celeste didn’t seem to mind, as she found someone to mingle with at the table.

The two made their way towards the middle of the dance floor, Y/N’s arms swinging towards the back of Draco’s neck, and his own on her waist. The music was slow, the lights were low, their faces close to one another.

“I must say, you look absolutely wonderful,” Draco whispered just for the two of them to hear.

Y/N laughed, but nevertheless, felt her heart flutter, “Shouldn’t you be telling that to your date?”

“I went with friends,” Draco smiled, “I couldn’t ask you, so I didn’t ask anyone else,” he shrugged, as if it was nothing.

But Y/N froze, making the two of them stop dancing in the middle of the dance floor, “Qu'est-ce que tu essayes de dire?” (What are you trying to say?) she asked him in a low voice.

“tu me fascines, Y/N L/N,” (You fascinate me, Y/N L/N.) Draco told her, “Et peut-être que tu me plais aussi.” (And maybe I fancy you, too.)

Y/N looked into his eyes, her own as soft as pillows, “What if I said I felt the same?” She asked.

Draco’s face brightened up, “Then we go out on dates, and make this work?”

The girl rested a hand on his chest, “I’m to leave this coming June,” she explained sadly.

“Right,” Draco let out a breath before leaning his forehead against Y/N’s, “I’m willing to wait for you, if you’re willing to wait for me?”

Y/N chuckled, giving Draco’s nose a tiny peck, “Then until the time comes, please don’t be in love with someone else?”

The boy smiled, kissing her temple, and holding her close, as he swayed the two of them to the slow music, “I’m very enchanted I met you, Y/N.”

She smiled against his chest, his heartbeat louder than the music in the great hall, “I’m more enchanted I met you, Draco..”

Celeste was right. Hogwarts is better than Beauxbatons. Because Draco is here.

This night was sparkling, they couldn’t let it go. Tonight will always be in their minds and hearts as they grow older, and maybe when they meet again, they’ll finally let their fates tie together.

But for now, they were enchanted to have one another. Nothing else mattered for now, it was only the two of them.

Tonight wasn’t their ending.

It was just the first chapter of their story.

                                    ~~~~~

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1 I would love to request a story for you if it´s still fine to do it, my request is a smut story with a quiet virgin female reader who is popular with opposite gender mostly because of her attractive physical appareance and for that when she confess that she have a romantic interested in him. He thinks is a lie or a joke to hurt him somehow but when she insist that her feelings are honest and she is willing to do anything.

Beauty’s Curse

Pairing: Young!Snape x Half-Veela!Reader

Summary: As Valentine’s day quickly approaches, you find yourself surrounded by more and more people asking to be yours, but you have your eye on someone else.

Warnings: (SPOILERS) Spiked drink, manipulation

Word Count: 6679

A/N: To be honest, I was a bit hesitant with this request because I knew it would be a rather big challenge. I didn’t want to write anything superficial or cliche, but I thought this would be a great opportunity to break the stereotype of “that pretty mean girl” and show that no one should be judged on their looks, even those who are considered attractive. 

I took inspiration from a situation I found myself in more or less recently, so please do read the warnings before reading this even though they are crossed out unless you really don’t want spoilers. 

Nearly six years had passed and the comments from your peers had never once eased. Valentine’s day had become your least favourite holiday from the never-ending line of people asking you to be their Valentine, each year worse than the last as your popularity increased. You knew it wasn’t their fault, not entirely. You were half Veela after all, something you never dare tell a soul. Rumours went around in your fourth year when you hit puberty, an invisible glow seeming to surround you as you walked down the hall, heads turning as they ogled you in amazement. ‘It was a gift’ your mother would always tell you, but you could never see it that way, especially after you’d agreed to go out with that boy a few years above you last year, finding out his charm only extended so far until his true colours showed. Since then, you’d done everything you could to contain your influence over those who yearned for you, knowing you’d never know true love if the man you ended up with only did so from his inability to resist you. 

You wanted to know what love really felt like, real love not the admiration the Slytherin boys chatting you up now were showing. It irked you how they’d suddenly surrounded you like this, three of them, all taller than you, all of whom were doing their best to impress you. One spoke of his father’s status at the Ministry of Magic, offering to take you anywhere you liked on Valentine’s day. Another tried to persuade you with the offer of visiting his mother’s shop in Westminster; the most luxurious dress shop in all of London he claimed, anything you wanted his mother could have you fitted for. The last boy had the nerve to try and hand over a necklace with the most amount of diamonds you’d ever seen, saying he’d offer you anything you liked if you agreed to be his Valentine. You had to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes, the necklace barely managing to snap your attention back to them as your eyes instead wandered to the end of the hall where you saw another Slytherin sitting on the ledge of a window with his nose in a book. 

You could still remember back when that was you sitting alone somewhere in the castle in your first year, everyone passing you by like you didn’t exist, your own nose shoved in the tenth book you’d been reading that week. Of course, that part never changed, you were a proud bookworm, one who’d much rather spend the evening diving into the pages of a good book than surrounded by people gawking at you. The only difference now was it was much harder to find a place where you’d be uninterrupted, but you always found a way, a small corner in this giant castle to call your own and escape the real world if not for a short moment. 

“Sorry, but I can’t be any of your Valentines.” You spewed a quick apology to the Slytherin’s and pushed passed them, only to watch the boy you’d been intrigued by slam his book shut and dramatically swift away down the stairs. 

He’d seen enough, the necklace turning his stomach into knots as he thought about the stupid bet they made before walking over to you, how they each thought they could buy you over with some luxury he could never afford to have. They didn’t even acknowledge his presence as they spoke, didn’t even bother to notice he’d hung back, that he stood by to watch them get rejected by the person who’d been known to reject everyone since first year. You seemed so kind and of course, it probably helped that you were a Hufflepuff, helped your ruse of being everyone’s friend, but he saw through you. He was the only one that did just as he was the only one to see through Potter. Everyone who was popular with the entire school had a dark side, he knew it, even if he hadn’t seen yours. 

“Severus!” He turned around in surprise as he heard his name called out, unable to recognize the voice. His expression immediately turned sour when he realized it was you who’d run after him, calling his name to get his attention. He turned around and began walking away, one hand holding his books tightly as the other formed a tight fist. “Severus, wait!”

You were almost surprised to see someone so bluntly ignore you, shun you like you were nothing and you knew it was an act of dislike towards you, the way he looked at you making it very clear he did not want to speak with you. Yet you couldn’t help but yearn over him all the more. The only person in the entire school that seemed to see you as just another student, the only person who didn’t look at you like you’d blessed the very ground you walked on and he wouldn’t even give you a moment to speak.

“Severus,” you tried again, finally catching up to him as you placed your hand over his shoulder, Severus nearly twisting your wrist as he spun around, acting like your hand had burned the spot where you’d touched him. “I was just wondering, if you’d perhaps like to go out sometime?”

“What?” Severus rose his brow, wondering if he’d heard you correctly. It almost sounded as if you were asking him out, you, the person everyone in his life compared to perfection, the beauty of an angel, kindness comparable to no one else’s. You who’d chatted with the entire school, made friends with everyone, enemies with no one, would choose him?

“It-it doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want it to be. But I just thought, well I thought it would be nice to have a chat with you some time,” you said, feeling the heat rise to your face as you tried to ease the tension. Severus' expression only darkened with annoyance as his suspicion of you grew. 

“Did Avery put you up to this? Nott? Or Potter?” he blurted out. He couldn’t believe you thought he’d fall for such an obvious ruse. That he’d be desperate enough to accept your deceptive invitation, and when he found out who it was that plotted this interaction, he was going to make sure they never tried something like this again.

“N-no! Why would you say that?” You looked at him with shock, your heart sinking as you felt yourself nearly knock yourself over as you hit that defensive wall he had built around himself. You knew he wasn’t exactly liked by the other students, that he had a much tougher time than he deserved, but you’d never imagined him reacting like this when you finally built up the courage to ask him out. 

“I’m not falling for this,” Severus shook his head as he dismissed your advancements. He turned around and resumed walking down the stairs, leaving you to your own failure though he wasn’t surprised to see you running after him.

“Severus wait!”

“Tell whoever sent you to piss off!” He brushed you off without stopping. Reaching the ground floor, he continued to walk towards the Entrance Hall without so much as glancing your way.

“Severus no one sent me, I swear,” you tried to make him see reason, to show him you were being genuine, but as he spun back around, his hair turning dramatically with him as his strands quickly settled back into place, framing the annoyed look on his face, you could tell he wasn’t willing to let his guard down for even a moment and consider your intentions to be pure. 

“Really? Then why?” His words came out more as demands rather than a question, but you wouldn’t let it scare you away. You didn’t want to give up the one chance you had at a genuine relationship with someone who saw you as more than just a pretty face. 

“Why what?”

“Why in Merlin’s name would you ask me out when you already have the entire school ready to put their heads on the chopping block just for a moment with you?” His tone made you wonder if he was asking the question out of curiosity for your answer or if he’d already made up his mind, that no matter what you said he wouldn’t believe you anyways. You had half a mind to walk away, telling yourself you deserved better, but this was what you wanted wasn’t it? Not to be run after, try to be bought over in some way? You wanted someone to go out with you and love you for who you were, to resist the natural attraction of your Veela DNA.

“Because you’re brilliant and love to read. Because you aren’t like everyone else. Because you make me feel normal.” You poured your heart out to Severus only to have him scoff in your face, rolling his eyes, clearly finding your words less than truthful. You’d never admit it of course, but you did, in a way, lie. You’d admired him for so long now. All you saw was his good sides, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit such a thing. “Please, Severus, give me a chance.”

Severus stared at you a moment, surprising himself as he actually debated your plea. He wanted nothing more than to believe you, to believe someone would be interested in him in the way you claimed. But it was you. How could he believe the most wanted person in the entire school would choose the most hated? He wanted to get the truth out of you, to embarrass you when you admitted to your real intentions and perhaps that’s exactly what he should do. Perhaps he could get you to blurt out the name of the imbecile that would soon regret trying to mess with him like this.

“Fine. There’s a Hogsmeade trip this weekend. I suppose I can spare a few hours with you.” He agreed to your invitation as he made plans of his own, immediately setting off to the dungeons when you smiled and nodded. You looked almost relieved that he’d finally accepted, almost like you had some other agenda and of course, he’d find out one way or the other. He was tired of the harassment, the humiliation from everyone in this school, tainting it with their insolence and stupidity. This was his home, the one place in the entire world where he could belong, and he wouldn’t let anyone push him around any longer. 

This was the last straw. He was going to make an example out of you and whoever it was pulling your strings. He’d make the entire school regret making him out as a punishing bag, a joke for everyone to laugh at. What more could he lose? His best friend had already abandoned him, his Slytherin peers eager to do the same, only ever defending him out of obligation for their own house. He had no one, nothing to care for except his own reputation. He’d come to Hogwarts wanting to make something of himself, to build himself a future better suited for a Prince than a Snape and that’s what he was going to do one way or the other. 

He made his way to his dorm first, retrieving the stash of potion ingredients he hid under his bed and cross referenced what he needed from the notes he’d taken in the back of his Advanced Potion Making textbook. He had nearly everything he needed, but he knew he could get the rest from the potion’s cupboard before Potion’s class today. It would take some time to brew and he’d probably have to stay up tonight, but he knew he could finish it just in time for his ‘date’ with you. 

 You’d spent all week excited for the weekend. Every day you woke up with a smile until finally the day of the Hogsmeade trip arrived. You were the first to wake, preparing for the day as your nerves grew, your friends questioning why you seemed so happy all of a sudden, but you brushed them all off. You didn’t want anything to ruin this day, knowing they’d laugh if you told them you were going out with Severus. You just wanted to enjoy your date, to be left alone and show Severus there was someone in this school who would love nothing more than to spend every second of the day with him. 

Naturally you’d show up early and of course you were prepared. You sat at a nearby bench with your nose in a book as you usually were when you were alone and despite the crowd that grew with every second that past, Severus had no trouble finding you, rather surprised you weren’t surrounded by people all laughing, waiting to see what would come of your plan to humiliate him today. You were reading Magical Theory, one of the most boring books he’d found in all of Hogwarts’ library, yet there you were, enticed by every word, flipping the pages like you couldn’t go another second without reading. 

“H-hello,” he said, startling you as you shot your attention up from your book to him. He felt his heart racing, his nerves escalating like this was a real date. But it wasn’t, it couldn’t be. He was here for one reason and one reason only; the truth. He shouldn’t be feeling guilty for something he had yet to do, but he did. A sliver of him didn’t want to hurt you, instead hoping that this was real, that you were here because you were genuinely interested in him, but he knew better. How could someone as popular, as liked and as beautiful as you be interested in him?

“Severus, I’m glad you showed.” You gave him the widest smile he’d ever seen anyone give him as you closed your book and stood up.

“I said I would didn’t I?” Severus rose a brow at you, taken back by the enthusiasm in your tone. 

“Yes, but you seemed reluctant the other day.” Truth be told, you half expected to spend the day alone in absolute despair trying to distract yourself in that book as you pretended like you weren’t hurt from being stood up. But he came and he seemed much less defensive than before. 

“Shall we?” He gestured to the group of students making their way down to Hogsmeade. You nodded your head and happily joined him as you walked side by side amongst the crowd. Severus was already suspicious of you and your intentions knowing if he was alone, he would have been called ‘Snivellus’ at least once by now. He felt shielded around you, like no one could touch him and for a moment, he was relieved to feel normal for once. 

“I loved your presentation in Defense last week,” you commented, hoping some light conversation would help ease the mood before you found a place to settle for the day. Severus glared at you in surprise, wondering if you were trying to butter him up or if you had actually paid attention during class unlike the rest of his useless classmates.

“Really? What did you like about it?” Severus questioned your honesty, wondering if he could catch you in a lie before your ‘date’ even started.

“I love how in-depth your research was on cursed objects and your theory of their origin was intriguing,” you said with a smile, holding back your enthusiasm in fear of scaring him away. But you couldn’t help it, you admired Severus and how brilliant he was. You felt the heat rise to your face as you thought about the first time you saw him with his nose in a book, the first time you’d ever found yourself pulled away from your own book. “I noticed you like to hang around the Defense section of the library, is it your favourite subject?”

“You’ve been spying on me?” Your question had the opposite effect that you wanted as you saw his wall rebuild itself around him thicker than before. But you’d never give up knocking and asking him to let you in, to give you a chance and show him he could trust you. 

“N-no, I like to hide in the library at times and I just noticed you were a regular as well,” you said, but you could tell Severus wasn’t convinced. He could almost see the crack in your claims, trying to cover them with some made up weak lie. 

“Why have I never seen you in the library?” The interrogation continued, Severus seeing his victory in his line of sight. He had you cornered and was ready to end the day now when you admitted your true intentions. A smirk began to grow on his face as he thought of the victory at the end of his fingertips. He could almost see the horrific look on the face of whoever is to blame for this day. 

“Pince lets me sit on the second floor overlooking the library, it’s only meant for staff, but she noticed my inability to have a moment to myself and rescued me one day from another mob of people looking to make conversation with me.” 

“That’s kind of her,” he said, gritting his teeth as you slipped away from him, freeing yourself from his near grasp. His lips stretched into a frown as his revenge faded away. The longer he spoke with you the more his hope that this was real grew. You surprised him with your lack of self-absorbent qualities and your interest in what the Hogwarts library had to offer. He never imagined having so much in common with someone with your popularity, always assuming you’d be a lot more like Potter than himself. 

He looked over at you as you nodded, your smile enriching the twinkle in your eye as you gleamed at him with joy. You were so happy to speak with him, to have a casual and light conversation, to share things with him you’d never shared with anyone before. It felt good to open up a bit, to show that other side of you that stayed hidden away when you spoke to your friends or classmates. It was almost freeing, and you only hoped with time, Severus could feel the same with you.

“So, where should we go?” You asked, unsure of what his favourite places at Hogsmeade was. He didn’t seem the type to enjoy a trip to Honeydukes and you knew he didn’t have enough money for the bookstore. 

“We could grab a table at The Three Broomsticks?” Severus suggested as he gestured towards the pub. You nodded your head and made your way over, opening the door and began to make your way to the first empty table you saw. You smiled when Severus pulled on your arm and pointed to the booth in the back instead. He was always such a loner, though you couldn’t help but wonder if he preferred the seclusion now because he didn’t want to be seen with you. You wouldn’t blame him for being skeptical and you were thankful he was giving you a chance, but trust was so important in a relationship and you didn’t want to start it off with an inability to trust one another. 

“Go ahead, I’ll grab us some drinks.” You nodded and made your way to the booth, making yourself comfortable as Severus walked over to the bar. As you slide to the middle of the booth, you began to appreciate Severus' choice in seating, realizing how well hidden you were from everyone, not wanting your day interrupted by someone who thought Severus had kidnapped you and forced you into a date because they thought someone like you shouldn’t be out with someone like him. 

Severus didn’t take long to bring you your drinks, setting them down before shuffling into the booth beside you, grabbing his drink and taking a few gulps. His nerves had finally settled in and he almost wished he’d ordered something stronger for himself. The moment of truth had nearly come and at any moment now he’d get what he came here for, but he was afraid. He feared what the truth may bring him, that if by some small chance you were being honest before, he was about to ruin a love that could have been.

“Thank you,” you said as you reached for your own drink and took a sip. “Not just for the drink, but for giving me a chance as well.”

Severus gulped down the guilt that grew in his chest. There was no going back now. He had to find out the truth, even if you seemed genuine with your feelings towards him. “I was curious to know why you’d want to go out with me.”

He dipped his toes in the water as you both continued to enjoy your drinks and as he hoped, you began to open up to him, though perhaps not in the way he would have thought. “I’ve admired you for quite some time and have been trying to build up the courage to talk to you for a while.”

You put your drink down in shock by your sudden outburst of words. You hadn’t meant to say all that, even if it was on the tip of your tongue. Furrowing your brows, you pressed your lips together, unsure of how you’d lost control so suddenly. You felt like someone was pulling your strings, like they had slapped you on the back so hard, the words just flew out of your mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say all that.”

Severus narrowed his eyes at you, doubting his own abilities and wondered how this could possibly be. He was so sure this was a trick, that you were being deceitful, put up by someone else to embarrass him, but your truth was far from what he was expecting. You were real, you were interested in him, and he’d made a terrible mistake. “S-so no one put you up to asking me out?”

“No of course not. You’re the only person I’ve ever met I felt like I could truly fall in lo-” You clapped your hands over your mouth before you could say anymore. Your eyes widened as you bit down on your tongue, muffling the words you could not believe were about to be heard by him. You looked at him in fear, feeling completely helpless. Your freewill had been stripped away from you and you found yourself unable to control what came out of your mouth. “W-what’s going on?!”

“I-I’m so sorry (Y/N). This was not how I imagined things would go,” he said, his sympathetic tone making it harder for you to stay calm as your heart pounded angrily against your chest. Every fiber in your body told you something was wrong, that you should run, but you couldn’t, you didn’t want to. You’d waited so long to be here, to be in this moment alone with Severus, you didn’t want it ruined.

“What are you talking about?” You let yourself speak just enough to ask for clarification, to give Severus the chance to explain himself, to give you the explanation you needed to stay here with him. 

“I-I slipped Veritaserum into your drink. I thought I could get you to admit this was a trick. I didn’t expect this. I’m so sorry.” You looked at him with absolute horror, your heart breaking into a million pieces as his betrayal sunk in. He’d manipulated you, used you like a puppet when you’d done nothing but open yourself up to him. You’d trusted him like you’d done with no one before, and he tossed that away like it meant nothing. Your eyes swelled with tears, unable to look at him any longer. Your legs immediately swept you from your seat as you glued your mouth shut, trying to escape the prison Severus had trapped you in

“(Y/N) wait!” Severus cried after you in desperation, unable to believe how he’d messed up something he could only dream of having. You were an angel that anyone would have felt lucky to be with and he was the demon you’d chose instead. The demon who’d scared you away from love, from happiness, from a good and honest relationship. He tried to grab your wrist, but his hand failed to hold onto you as your skin, your oh so perfect skin grazed his fingertips. You ran out the door with tears dripping down your face and a hand over your mouth, leaving him deserted. His eyes followed you until you were no longer within his line of sight, running to get as far away from the monster who’d broken your trust, your faith in him. 

Slumping back in his seat, he stared blankly at his hands, the hands that had spent all week brewing a potion that was meant to bring him peace, a sense of power and control over his own life, yet it brought him nothing but an empty heart and crushed aspirations. Your words rang in his ears, the kind tone you took with him, the loving look you gave him all sinking in much differently now that he knew for certain they were real. He looked up at the drink that had ruined his second chance, the chance at a happy life, a life where he no longer had to be alone and swung his arm at it in anger.

The pub fell silent as glass shattered, the drink spilling all over the floor as Severus pushed himself up and began storming out the door, ignoring the calls of the angry bartender who stood over the mess he’d made. Severus ran in the same direction he’d seen you head, but found no sight of you. He had no idea what he’d say or why he so suddenly ran after you without thinking. He just knew he had to find you. He couldn’t give up on the miracle he’d been asking for all his life, someone who truly cared for him, who liked him for who he was and could look past his flaws.  

He looked around and found himself in a lost haze, unsure of what to do next. You were gone, vanished like a figment of his imagination and he was left here to wonder how he’d managed to get so lucky to have the one person the entire school was after fall for him. He looked back at the road back to Hogwarts before he found his legs suddenly jolting him forward as if his body knew exactly where to go. He couldn’t understand what was happening, how he felt like he had no control over himself. His mind was cycling as it tried to comprehend what was happening, how he could be driven on nothing but emotions, his feelings for you pushing him to run as fast as he could back to the castle and up those flights of stairs. 

By the time he got to his destination, his hair was sticking to the sides of his face, his lungs gasping for air as he felt his entire body heat up. His heart pounded angrily against his chest, shouting at him to keep going, that he wasn’t done until he’d found you, but he’d never run so much in his life, never felt so unable to breath, even after the massive panic attrack he had the night after the Whomping Willow incident. 

Looking around the library, he found his way to the door he knew only staff were allowed to open. His hand bolted for the doorknob, tugging on it to find it locked. Pulling out his wand, he tried to unlock it with no luck. His fists pounded on the door in frustration, he needed to get in there, he knew you were in there, he could feel it. You’d trusted him enough to tell him about this place and as much as he was aware you didn’t want to see him, he needed to see you. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Please open the door! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t think- I didn’t know!”

Severus hung his head low as he pressed himself to the door. This was as close to you as he knew he’d ever get again. He’d ruined any chance of a relationship with you and you were right to hide away from him. He was destructive, ruining anything he touched, anyone who spoke with him or dare come near him and perhaps that was why Potter felt the need to hex and curse him every time they saw one another. He couldn’t let it go on, he had to try and mend things, if not to at least make up for what he’d done.

“Please, at least let me undo what I’ve done. I can cure you and if you don’t want to hear what I have to say then I’ll leave. But please let me fix this.” Severus shut his eyes, tears threatening to fall as his forehead met the door. He stood there in silence, wondering if he’d hurt you so bad you’d abandoned the one place you felt safe in this school, if he’d done to you what Potter had to him. He’d become what he hated and was about ready to retreat to his dorm when he heard the doorknob turning, the door slowly opening as he took a step back, his eyes wide as he wiped away the tears that rolled down his cheeks. 

Your eyes met his and you felt your disappointment melt into anger. Your jaw hardened as you locked your teeth together, doing everything you could to keep from speaking another word to Severus. You watched him snap out of your gaze and begin to fumble with his robes, pulling out a small stone and presenting it to you. You stared down at it confused, wondering what kind of apology this was meant to be. 

“It’s a bezoar. I know it’s not the most comfortable solution, but it’s all I have,” Severus offered it to you, hoping you’d take it, that he could try and regain your trust once again. He held out hope as he watched your posture relax the slightest bit, your hand hesitantly reaching for the stone. He wouldn’t dare speak a word or move a muscle until you indicated what it was you wished of him next. From this moment forward, he would do nothing you didn’t ask for, say nothing you didn’t demand. 

Tossing the stone into your mouth, you swallowed hard and groaned at the feeling of its rough texture travelling down your throat. You heaved for air, but for the first time since you ran out of The Three Broomsticks, you found yourself able to relax your jaw, your fear of spilling your guts disappearing. Straightening your back, you looked at Severus who seemed unable to move or breath, waiting for your command to do so as his wide eyes stared desperately into yours. You’d never felt so conflicted, your feelings for him clouding your instinct to slap him for what he’d done to you. You never felt so humiliated, so used in your life. Severus had gone from the person who’d treated you like a normal human being to the one person in your life who’d hurt you worse than you ever thought you could be hurt. But you still couldn’t find it in you to shove him away and lock him out of your life. So instead, you closed the door behind you and stood your ground with your arms crossed, waiting for Severus to explain himself. 

“I-I’m so sorry.” He nearly choked on his words as they came out when he saw the look on your face, the frown you wore. No word would ever be large enough to truly depict how he felt right now and as much as he wanted to say more, all he could do was apologize.

“You already said that,” you mumbled in a whisper, speaking against your own trauma from the truth serum that Severus had given you. He looked so sincere, so desperate for your forgiveness. You’d never seen him like this before, clawing at someone else for something only they could give. He’d always been such a strong person even if others would disagree. He wasn’t presumptuous as he was proud of himself and his achievements, but the person who stood before you now had no pride left to show. He had nothing but regret and torment in his eyes.

“And I can never say it enough. I should never have put that potion in your drink and I wish I could take it back. I didn’t think you were being genuine. I was so sure you were lying to me.” He spoke honestly, hoping you’d have faith he was being truthful with every word he spoke, that you could at least put the trust in him he failed to put in you. 

“Why?” You couldn’t let go of the sheer stupidity of what he’d done. His reasoning didn’t make the slightest bit of sense to you, and if you could understand why he did it, maybe you could begin to forgive him.

“Why? Because you’re you and I’m me and why would I ever believe you of all people would be interested in me?” Severus went on as if the question was an absurd one to ask, the answer so obvious, even a house elf could see it. He wondered how you couldn’t see his hesitation, why you’d ever think he’d simply accept the fact you were interested in him.

“Because I said that I did!” you said bluntly, rather offended he questioned your intentions at all. Never had anyone second guessed you to this extreme before and you didn’t appreciate it in the slightest.

“I know, I just-”

“Didn’t trust my word?” You looked completely heart broken, more so then when you realized he’d slipped truth serum into your drink. He could see trust was something you cherished between those you let close to you and he’d completely ruined his chance at gaining it from you.

“No, I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not after the way the school decided to brand me all those years ago.” Severus had no hope of convincing you what he did was justifiable because even he knew it wasn’t. All he could hope for was for you to understand his hesitation, to understand why he had to do something when you approached him to see if you were genuine in your intentions.

“I’ve never treated you that way,” you retorted.

“I know. I’m sorry and I’ll understand if you’ll never want to speak with me again.” He put the ball in your court, completely at your mercy. Whatever it was you decided to do, he would respect it, but every inch of him begged you to give him another chance, to let him have a proper opportunity to have someone in his life that would care for him, to have a happy ending. But as Severus stared into your blank eyes, he could tell he hadn’t swayed you in any way. It was his fault and as he had nothing more to say, all he could do was turn around to walk away from everything that could have been.

“That’s it?” Severus stopped as you called after him, turning around in surprise as he stared at you blankly. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re just going to walk away? You’re not going to try and fight? For-for this?” You gestured between yourselves with a sliver of hope in your eyes. You knew you shouldn’t have expected much from him, but a part of you hoped he’d be a little more resilient to giving up on you, especially after all that time you’d spent admiring him from afar. 

“I-I didn’t think there was anything to fight for,” he said truthfully, looking at you with wide eyes as he walked back to you. He stared at you intently, trying to read you, to figure you out with all these mysteries surrounding you. How could someone so beautiful fall for him, want to be with him enough you’d be willing to give him a chance at redemption when his own best friend wouldn’t give him such a thing?

You took a step forward, wanting so badly to have all those talks with him you’d dreamed of having, to enjoy spending time with him if not to simply read together and find comfort in each other's company. You wanted to go back and give him a chance to redo the evening, to have it end much differently than yours and if it were anyone else, you would never have given him the chance to explain himself. But it wasn’t someone else, it was him. It was the one person in this whole world who you thought could break your curse, who seemed immune to it.

“Severus, why don’t you treat me like everyone else in this school?”

Severus stood in silence a moment as he thought back to how easily everyone worshipped the ground you walked on, how you always seemed to have a trail of people behind you, admiring you for no reason other than your looks. His thoughts wandered to Lily and how Potter seemed just as enchanted with her as the rest of the school did to you, how he’d only become intrigued with Lily after finding out she was a kind witch who lived in Cokeworth.

“I just-I suppose I just never thought of you in that way because I didn’t know you, and I never thought you’d be interested in knowing me.” Severus tried to be as honest as he could, watching you with hope. He held onto the fact you hadn’t run away, that you’d given him the chance to speak, to hear him and understand him. You were so kind, nothing like he would have ever imagined and he knew if he was ever so lucky as to get a second chance with you, he would never take it for granted again.

“Well, I am,” you said with a smile. You’d always been rather talented at reading people after the absurdity you’d seen from others, and Severus had truly wanted to make amends. You prayed your faith in him wasn’t misplaced, that he meant every word he said and that he saw what you saw. “If you are.”

“I am.” The words flew out of his mouth faster than he could process. He jumped at the chance you offered, beyond excited for the happy life he saw ahead of him. “Would you perhaps like to try again?” 

You nodded your head eagerly, excited for your do-over date. You almost wanted to forget what had happened today, to approach things with him from a fresh perspective. “Valentine’s day is coming up. Would you care to share a cup of tea with me at Madam Puddifoot’s tea shop?”

“Really?” Severus couldn’t believe how kind hearted you were, how willing you were to see the good in others and how tremendously lucky he was to have found you, or more accurately, have you find him. 

“So long as I’m buying this time,” you nodded with a laugh, eliciting a smile from Severus as you began making your way out of the library. You smiled as you finally got to see the real him, the person you grew infatuated with, the boy who you saw hope for love with. For the first time in your life, you felt content, excited for the spark you felt growing inside your heart. You could experience love for the first time in your life, real, pure love and you couldn’t wait to see what more it had in store for you.

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First time

Tell me the truth Severus. Don't you want me?

Pairing : Young Severus Snape x Fem!Reader 

Warnings : slights smut ; severus switch and reader switch ; dom/sub kink ; little bit of swearing ; alone at house ; bathroom teasing 

Wordcount : 3,504 words

Request : Marauder era Severus x reader’s first time 

Resume : That’s the same request as “An eventful birthday” but I did it with a more bold reader and only Severus' first time. Hope you’ll enjoy it just as much ! 

Y/l/n = Your last name Y/n = Your name 

"She asked you what?" said Lucius as he and Severus headed to their common room.

"She invited me to come spend the weekend at her house over the vacations," Severus repeated, rolling his eyes to the sky.

"Tell me mate, you've been dating Y/l/n for how long now?" Lucius as he opened the door to their dormitory.

"9 months." he replied.

"And you've already gone beyond a simple kiss? You know, despite what they say about young wizards, it's the young women who are the most hormone-driven. Think about it, Severus! That's why they're all so obsessed with love. They need a man and they need him to be their own to calm their ardor. And it's even truer for the veela.”

Severus shook his head negatively, setting his things down on his bed. Lucius couldn't help but smile mischievously at his friend.

"What are you getting at?" he asked when Malfoy didn't continue.

"My point is that she didn't invite you to chat. She wants you, Severus Snape, the dark male, to take over and make her your bitch.” Severus widened his eyes, not expecting such a revelation.

Was this really the case? You were a former student of Durmstrang Institute who had arrived at Hogwarts at the beginning of seventh year even though you were already of age. Because of the reputation of your former school, rumors about you had spread within a week of school, claiming that you were an accomplished black mage or a monster from the darkness, a cross between a veela and a vampire. You ended up in Slytherin, which wasn't entirely in your favor. You even had to deal with the most popular students in the school who were self-appointed protectors of Hogwarts and wanted to check the rumors.  Luckily for you, you were persuasive. You weren't a dark mage or a monster, but you had learned enough from Durmstrang to stand up for yourself and stop anyone from stepping on your toes.

After your little show of strength, girls started coming to you when a boy bothered them and guys who thought they were irresistible, like Lucius Malfoy or Sirius Black, came to try their luck with you. You'd packed them all, one by one. None of these boys were interesting for you, you only had eyes for your Potions and DADA partner, Severus Snape, the only one who didn't ogle your form even when he thought you didn't see him, the only one who shared your curiosity about dark magic, and especially the only one who didn't seem to be interested in you. That's what you liked about him, he really wasn't interested in you, or at least not more than in friendship, until you spent more and more time with him and finally confessed your love. 

In fact, you didn't really do that, you two just kissed on a full moon night in the astronomy tower and it was so natural between you that you just started acting like a couple. Holding hands during Hogsmeade outings or during classes, kissing for hours in your common room while all the other students were watching Quidditch matches, taking turns reading  poetry under the moonlight every night or so. In short, everything was done in a natural way, without the need for embarrassing confessions or the obligation to call each other ridiculous names. No, you had no obligation to each other, you just saw other as you pleased, doing the things you liked and it was just... perfect. 

The more Severus thought about it, the more he thought how stupid it would be to change that.

Add sex to such a perfect relationship? No way. It wasn't that he didn't find you attractive, on the contrary, he simply found you breath taking and sometimes wondered what such a beauty was doing by his side but he wasn’t sure that sex was for him. Sex was always something you grow tired of, and there was so much about it that he didn't know, he was sure he would disappoint you if you ever introduced sex to your relationship. Everything Severus Snape knew about sex, Lucius had told him, and if there was one thing he had learned from his friend's stories, it was that sex was complicated. 

Then when he presented himself in front of the door of the manor Y/l/n, he was well decided to keep his pants on. He knocked and expected to see one of your parents open the door for him, but he came face to face with your little face when the big door was fully opened. His eyes didn't leave your face but his peripheral vision allowed him to see that you were dressed a little lightly for the season, a simple t-shirt pulled over your tantalizing curves. He swallowed hardly. Keeping his pants on seemed much more difficult now. 

"Hello, Sev'. I see you're still on time. You'll excuse me, this time it's me who's a little late." you gave him your best smile and invited him to come in "My parents aren’t here so I took the opportunity to sleep in a little longer.”

Well, that wasn't entirely true, but he didn't need to know that, did he? You'd been up for a while and had spent the morning getting ready for the special weekend ahead. Despite the blasé expression you wore, inside you, your hormones and your heart were racing. Your little Severus was just beautiful and you were even more aware of it now that you saw him without his school uniform.

“Do you mind if I go put something on quickly?“ you asked without noticing the gleam of desire in the eyes of your companion. 

He shook his head negatively too happy that you propose of yourself to remove this angelic vision of which he had difficulty to get out. Merlin what you could be beautiful. You left to change your clothes after taking him into the great hall. Severus was trying to calm his imagination as he gazed out at the garden of your house that could be seen from the living room window. He was still standing there when you returned from your room, looking so absorbed that you had to pull him by the sleeve to get his attention. When he turned around he was breathless again. You had changed but your new outfit didn't help his case at all. You were now wearing a flowing black knee-length dress with a white corset that showed off your slim waist and gently carried your swaying breasts. If he was to believe what he saw, you weren't wearing a bra and he hoped... no panties either. 

"Severus...are you okay?" you questioned as he said nothing.

Severus quickly pulled himself together, serving you one of his grinning smiles that only he had the secret to. What was he talking about? Wasn't he the one who wanted to keep your relationship simple and natural? As recently as thirty minutes ago? And now he was the one who imagined you fucking on the floor, after having torn off your little black dress. This weekend was getting more and more complicated for him. He nodded nevertheless seeing the worried look that you threw to him, the back of your hand put on his forehead as if to see if he had a fever.

"Are you sure? You're all red?" he took your hand, squeezing it gently.

"Yes, yes. It's just your beauty that bewitches me," he said, placing a light kiss on your hand.

It was your turn to blush. Severus' compliments were rare and always came when you least expected them, so when he complimented you, you took full advantage. You kissed him tenderly.

"Idiot. You scared me."

He savored her words in turn, still not used to someone worrying about him and showing it.

"I should scare you more often if you kiss me like that every time" he murmured a sneer stretching his lips.

"You know very well that I would kiss you every day like that even if I wasn't worried. You just have to ask me or... do it on your own.”

At the fiery look you gave him, Severus stiffened and looked away a little.

"Do you have a chess set? It's been a long time since I've played against the grand queen of chess," he said in an attempt to divert your attention.

This worked in part, you nodded and went to get your chess set and then you sat down at the small table near the window. It was a hectic late afternoon of battles and verbal jousting, all of it friendly and good-natured. Even if your thoughts were turned to the particular behavior of your boyfriend. You wanted to wait for him to come and explain to you on his own what was the problem but you were sure he wouldn't. You didn't embarrass him with a serious discussion though, not wanting to spoil the wonderful weekend ahead. And you were right. Severus, on the other hand, was having a hard time concentrating, with hot scenarios taking up all his attention. If you had always been a bit daring, he had never noticed before, too busy admiring your little face or your knowledge of dark magic. And now he was biting his fingers, having the impression to rediscover the wild beauty that you were.

Laughing loudly, arm in arm, you entered the kitchen, your bellies rumbling. You brought in the leftovers from the night before and you gobbled them up in a few seconds, neither you nor he being picky in terms of food and it wasn't as if you had eaten mud, quite the contrary. 

It was your father who had made the food the day before. He had deliberately prepared more food than he needed, not wanting to leave his princess without food during the long weekend he was going to spend away from you.Because yes, you had fought for your parents, especially your father, to leave you at the mansion alone. Yet they knew you could handle yourself, after six consecutive years at Durmstrang, it was rare not to know how to handle yourself. 

The meal was just as nerve-wracking for Severus as he couldn't help but make you laugh which made your breasts jiggle under the thin fabric of your dress. You even bent down to grab the pepper on the table which allowed him to see that you were indeed not wearing a bra. He almost choked, his imagination and hormones still running wild. By the end of the meal, Severus was convinced that he was going to lose his mind before the end of the weekend if it continued like this.

"Y /n, could I know where the bathroom is? I'd like to take a shower before I go to sleep, if that's possible," Severus asked, convinced that a nice cold shower would put his mind at ease.

"Oh, of course. The bathroom is upstairs. It's the first door on the left. Do you need me to lend you something? Slippers, a nightgown?” you asked as a particularly Machiavellian idea appeared in your mind.

At this point of the evening, you had understood that your boyfriend, who you thought was so innocent, had started to understand that you were no longer a child and that your body was indeed the one of a young adult. Seeing him almost choke at each movement you made and that revealed a little more of your forms, was, it had to be said, a most amusing spectacle. So you let him go up the stairs to the bathroom and slowly followed him once the plates were washed and put away.

Meanwhile, Severus had slipped out of his black clothes and into the bathtub, which was filled to the brim. It wasn't every day that he could afford a nice hot bath and he was sure you wouldn't mind if he took a few drops of the Muggle lotions that adorned the rim of the big tub. He slipped all the way into the water, after a deep breath, desperate to calm his ardor. If Severus Snape was so determined not to give in to temptation it was mainly due to the bad treatment he had received from the Marauders, humiliating him to the point where his body was dripping and he was unable to touch himself, even alone. So how could he have succeeded in maintaining a carnal relationship with anyone? Love, love was different, he felt it and managed to express it, but sex? Very little for him. Finally, this afternoon spent by your side had shown him that even if the thing seemed inconceivable to him, he was still capable of desiring someone. And to want you, he wanted you really bad. He opened his eyes, his head still immersed in the bathtub, and saw through the water a figure towering over him. He emerged from the water recognizing your little face. 

There you were, standing in front of him, you had left your corset behind and were now wearing only your black dress. Your face was still impassive.

"Y/n? What the..." he began.

"Sev', do you love me?" you didn't let him finish, starting your Machiavellian plan. "Because I'm starting to doubt it, you know? You've been acting weird ever since you got here. So tell me the truth, Severus. Don't you want me?" as you spoke his words, you let your robe slip off at your feet showing yourself completely naked to him. 

Severus could not believe his eyes. In that moment, he couldn't stop his eyes from devouring you, his cheeks from turning red, and his sex from growing. The fire that swept over him was so sudden that it took his breath away. You were satisfied with your little effect, but when Severus didn't move, just clung to the edge of the tub, you slid as sensually as possible into the bath without taking your eyes off him. Severus watched you, holding his breath. Yes, you were definitely going to drive him crazy. 

"-Severus, how do I look?" you asked again as he still hadn't said anything.

"Y/n... You don't know what you're saying. I... I want you so much, you can't even imagine how much but..." Severus was short of breath, "I've never done anything, never even t-touched myself. I wouldn't know how to... I wouldn't know how to do it and I could only..." you cut him off, kissing him gently as tears of frustration flooded down his face.

 You felt a little bad now that you knew the truth. You had never wanted to made him cry but you understood that he needed to cry so you let him, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, in fact, everything that was within your reach, wanting to reassure him a maximum.

"Shhhhh Sev'... It's okay, don't worry. I'm here.  Shhhhhh... Oh boy ! I could never be disappointed in you, Sev' I assure you. So please don't cry anymore. I hate seeing you like this. I love you so much, you know." you continued to kiss him with your arms around his neck.

"I-i love you so much t-too ," he replied between sobs. 

Severus was drowning in your affection, his whole body burning. He felt so good in your arms, covered in your kisses. You covered him with tender kisses for another moment, telling him how beautiful he was in your eyes between two kisses. Once the sadness passed, he wanted to return your affection, covering the zebra skin of your breasts with soft kisses which felt like butterfly wings. Then the butterflies became more urgent as your hand clung to his ebony hair and your lips let out sighs of pleasure. You pulled your lover's face up to steal a passionate kiss, your two foreheads finally pressed together, your body slightly elevated as Severus had his arms around your waist.

"Do you... do you want to go all the way Sev'? I certainly don't want to force you to do anything you don’t want, love."

How? Weren't you supposed to not give him ridiculous nicknames? I don't remember saying that. Severus nodded, pulling you tighter against him.

"Guide me, Y/n," he breathed.

His voice was infused with desire, as was his entire body. He was overflowing and tense with desire beyond your touch. You placed his hands in the places you knew were your pleasure points, guiding him to know what to do. His lips came to rest on your neck as you told him to, as your hands slid gently through the cool bath water to land on his crotch. It may have been hard to believe but Severus Snape was very well built, his sex was moderate in size but not all the way down, his base and glans were wider than the rest. It was also slightly curved towards the glans. If you hadn't already had other relationships you wouldn't have realized just by touching him, that Severus was just perfect for you. Your fingers began to do him good, drawing grunts from him that made your skin tingle as he didn't stop his attentions. When you felt him grow a little larger in your hands you stopped your stroking, spreading your own legs just enough for him to enter.

"Severus... I want to cum with you..." he understood the invitation taking his sex in his hands and positioning it facing the entrance to your pussy. 

He didn't really know what to do once he entered so it was you who guided him again, initiating back and forth, impaling yourself a little more each time, your hands resting on his shoulders. Severus moaned with each return, feeling your insides react to his member. You weren't especially tight, but he was still able to fill you up completely. You guided him for a moment and then he felt confident enough to take over. Slowly but surely, he varied the strength of his thrusts. Then he added his lips in your neck making you plant your nails in his shoulders when a so good and... unexpected pleasure. Instinctively, he squeezed you tighter as the last thrust inside you came accompanied by waves of immeasurable pleasure. He had finished before you but you were so close to cumming that you couldn't stop a groan of frustration from coming out of your mouth.

"This one is different from the others. Did I hurt you?" Severus fretted as he came to stop, causing you to let out another frustrated moan.

"No, no, no ! I... Can you go on a little longer, please? I'm not far..." you whispered in his ear. 

He undulated his pelvis gently under you, a sneer coming to perch on his lips.

 "What exactly do you want, Y/n? I need you to explain it to me precisely, please. I don't think I'm experienced enough yet to understand your demands without you finishing your sentences," he said, kissing your temple. 

He knew perfectly well what he was doing now. You wanted to protest by realizing it but it had started again to undulate under you, letting out of your mouth only words drowned between your moans. He ended up kissing your temple again, letting you breathe and waiting for your answer. 

"I want you to fuck me until... Until I cum Severus, please!" you finally managed to articulate making Severus' smile grew wider and wider.

"Gladly, love," he replied as he began to pound you again. 

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Weird ask but do you know fics that were abandoned o wip for years and the author later finish it? Best if they are good 😅

Hey Nonnie,

Excellent question, and yes, I do! I'm one of those readers who never give up on a story even when it hasn't been updated in a really long time, and sometimes, my patience does pay off. And that's just the BEST feeling ever, to wake up to an announcement that a long dormant story has been continued or completed! It doesn't just make my day, it makes my entire year. Or decade, if that's how long it took for the story to be finished :-)

But enough gushing. You were asking for WIPs that were completed after a long hiatus? Please find below two Sleeping Beauties that woke up, and happy reading!

Hugs,

Marjan

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Glass Houses by JennMel / @sanctumslider

In an alternate universe, all babies are born with a level of empathic sensitivity to others; an ability to sense emotions, to glimpse deep into a person's soul with just a kiss. Except Kurt Hummel. Registering at a mere 0.5 on the Hawkins Scale of Empathic Sensitivity, Kurt has resigned himself to a lonely life, empty of touch or true love. That is, until the mysterious Blaine Anderson transfers to McKinley, and everything Kurt thought he knew was changed. But finding love is never easy, even in a world where everyone’s emotions are shared. This is the story of the boy who could not feel, and the boy who felt too much.

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Click and Press Send (a.k.a. the Kimber verse) by @loveheartlover

Blaine Anderson is 18 years old and in his final year at McKinley High. His best friends know everything about him- apart from that whole thing where he's in love with an online blogger.

ThreeDomsToRuleThemAll are the best thing to ever happen to Blaine; three friends who post audio and video that more than satisfies his need to submit, and Kimber is the man who makes every Thursday the best day of Blaine's week. It's just a shame that Blaine is little more than another number, another follower to him. He doesn't even know Blaine exists.

Until one day, he does.

This is their story.

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ETA (thanks for the suggestions, @hkvoyage and @flowertrigger!):

Love me like a Hufflepuff by @kookaburrito

Everyone has warned him about the Beauxbatons boys, how they only break people’s hearts. But Blaine, a Hufflepuff from head to toe, cannot resist a particular Beauxbatons boy. Is it true love or just deceitful veela charms? 

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Between the Moon and New York City by @jackabelle73

Kurt arrives in a small coastal town in North Carolina to join his dad and Carole for a few days of their vacation, but under duress. He can't imagine that this sleepy southern town has anything to offer him...till a very attractive local goes jogging by on the beach. 

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(Def)inition by @hedgerose

Blaine is fifteen years old and he hasn’t seen anyone in three days except for Thomas, his mother’s Def.

Should you want to read some excellent WIPs that may or may not be abandoned, then I recommend these. I always keep hoping one day we’ll get an update, but these stories don’t need it to be A-MA-ZING. These are all unfinished gems, who deserve lots of love:

- Model Behavior by @themuse19. One of my absolute favourite Klaine fics. 124 chapters of fun and fluff. Project Runway AU. Read this, you’ll love it, that’s a guarantee. Last updated in January 2015, but it’s perfect as is.

- Walking Down the Aisle by @itsdinagoldberg. Arranged Marriage AU. I love this, and hope the author will continue it one day. Such an interesting premise. Last updated in October 2014.

- Little Princess by Gleeful Scribblings. Slave Kurt AU. Very angsty but so beautiful. Last updated in October 2014.

- Sleeping with a Friend by @scatter-the-stars. This author gets under your skin and gives you all the feels. Though incomplete, this is my favourite story of hers. Yes, I like it even better than Collide! Last updated in September 2014.

- Crowded House by kellyb321. Careful, there are heavy themes and angst and violence in this fic, but it’s amazing, I promise. Found family trope, and so much Klaine. Last updated in September 2019.

- Once More To Get It Right by TintedInRose. Again, warning for angst and violence and heavy themes, but oh, this fic is GOOD!! Last updated in April 2019.

- The Warbler Is A Tramp by SarkyBlueEyes. Featuring Famous (and promiscuous) Blaine. Last updated in September 2018.

- He’s Cheer Captain, and I’m on the Bleachers by K8Malloy. Cheerios!Klaine. Last updated in February 2017.

- Roses in December by ckofshadows. Blaine with amnesia. Heed the warnings - this is very angsty. Last updated in February 2017.

- That’s How You Know by afterthenovels. Enchanted AU, beautifully written, will give you all the feels. Last update was in December 2019.

- The Arrangement by misqueue. This fic is stellar, and so so hot. Last update in April 2017, but even incomplete, this story is well worth reading.

-  Spectrum by ohmygodstopit  [PDF]. Again, so hot you’ll wish it went on forever.

Readers, do share your favourites too!

[bccky]

Sirius Black Masterlist

A/N: All of my fics are Sirius X Reader i.e Reader Inserts. A huge, HUGE thank you to @firefly-graphics  for making the beautiful dividers due to which these masterlists are pretty AF! I hope you like reading them Xx

Imagine being best friends with Sirius but a rumour arises of you two dating

Imagine being a half-veela and getting pickup lines throughout the day, but you pay them no mind unless it’s the one person you want them from

Snow

The stand where you board your bus from is shared by students from another colleges. A guy with curly black hair catches your eye, and this is the story of you pining over him for around six months

Fear

Sirius is surprised when he comes to know about Reader’s fear. He enlists James and Remus to help him help her get over it

Frail

You get hurt on a mission for the order and go in a coma, Sirius is devastated

Scar On Your Hand

Lupin!reader

You decide to try and help your twin during a full moon but end up getting hurt

I’m Not Sick

You’re sick, but you’re not ready to accept it, you can’t miss school! That is, until Sirius takes the matter in his own hands to get you well.

The Illogical Crush Masterlist (4 Parts)

Sirius Black, the renowned Player of Hogwarts dates your best friend Marlene while you struggle with your illogical crush on the guy. This is a three part series where you first deny, then accept and finally admit it to him in the course of three years.

[keijislove]

The strange girl in Hogsmeade...  Harry Potter x Reader Oneshot

A/N: another imagine for our dork harry cos I be doing him injustice by not writing any Harry content

The village of Hogsmeade was full of the merry tinkling chatter as students walked around, purchasing items they desired.

One particularly disgruntled boy was now making his way out of the Honeydukes cellar, wrapped inside his invisibility cloak.

Upon going out and near the Shrieking Shack, he was greeted by a rather strange sight.

It was you.

You were sitting on a bench covered in snow, immersed in a book you were holding.

That was not the strange sight, however.

It was the figure towering over you, trying to get your attention.

‘L/N.’ Malfoy snapped.

You looked up. ‘Yes?’

He snatched your book.

‘What is this muggle nonsense?’ he asked mockingly. ‘The pictures aren’t even moving. This is exactly why you don’t have friends, L/N.’

Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly.

‘Please...’ you whispered. ‘Please give it back.’

‘Why should I?’ Malfoy grinned evilly before snatching it out of your reach.

‘Stop, please, you’ll tear it!’ you said frantically.

‘Stop please you’ll tear it!’ Malfoy mocked. ‘Proof L/N, that this is riffraff. What’s the use of a book if it doesn’t have a good charm on it?’

‘Can you please give it back...’ your voice sank to a small whisper.

‘Like I wou-’ Malfoy was cut off by a snowball hitting him in the jaw.

Two more snowballs hit his goons.

Soon enough, Malfoy was being dragged by his feet and spun round and round whilst your book toppled out of his reach.

‘BLOODY PLACE IS HAUNTED!’ screamed Malfoy. ‘I KNEW IT, MOVE!’

He shoved Goyle out of the way before running off as the two followed suit.

You stood there, unsure of what to do.

‘Um, h-hello?’ you spoke tentatively.

Your book soared into the air and was thrust into your hand.

‘Merlin’s pants.’ You muttered. ‘Are you really a ghost?’

No response.

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

‘AAARGH!’ you squealed, covering yourself.

‘Hey, hey, I’m sorry!’ a voice spoke as Harry Potter appeared in front of you out of thin air.

‘How did you-?’ you asked. ‘You can’t Apparate, can you?’

‘No, I’ve got an invisibility cloak.’ He nonchalantly answered.

You narrowly looked at him.

‘Why?’ you asked finally.

‘Huh?’

‘Why?’ you repeated. ‘Why did you help me?’

Harry flushed. ‘Well Malfoy was being a prat, and I thought....’

You giggled slightly. ‘Thanks, by the way. I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.’

I know.

‘Hi, I’m Harry Potter.’ He smiled.

‘That I know.’ You giggled, causing him to laugh.

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Needless to say, you and Harry became quite good friends.

He couldn’t understand how he’d never approached you before, watching you casually from one side of the Gryffindor table.

The golden trio had become more of a golden quartet as well.

Here you were, eating dinner in your Fourth Year, sitting beside your new and only friends.

‘What’s this?’ Ron excitedly asked, pointing to a dish.

‘Good evening to you too, Ronald.’ You said.

‘Ron.’ He corrected.

‘Ronald.’ You repeated. ‘And it’s Bouillabaisse, by the way.’

‘Bless you.’ Ron muttered.

‘Excuse moi, but are you done with ze Bouillabaisse?’ a very pretty blonde girl asked.

Ron was gawking at her with wide eyes.

You scoffed. ‘Merlin’s arse. Uhm, yes, you can take it.’

‘Merci.’ She spoke before swishing away.

‘She-is-GONE!’ you slapped Ron’s head from behind. ‘Merlin’s sake, Ronald, you’re staring like a lunatic!’

‘Sorry.’ Ron muttered breathlessly, still staring at the girl.

You rolled your eyes and turned to Harry.

‘Control your friend.’ You whispered. ‘He’s gawking.’

‘Don’t blame him.’ Harry cheekily muttered, causing you to slap his arm.

‘She’s a Veela!’ Ron declared beside you.

‘Are you mad?’ you asked. ‘She’s not a Veela!’

‘She is!’ Ron indignantly said. ‘Tell me why I can’t stop staring at her, then?’

‘Because you’re Ronald Weasley.’ You simply answered, eating your pudding.

When everybody had finished their food, the lights in the Hall dimmed as the only source of light remained the Goblet of Fire.

‘When I call your names, you will proceed to the room preceding the Hall.’ Dumbledore spoke.

The flames of the Goblet glowed red as a piece of parchment shot out.

‘The Durmstrang champion.’ Dumbledore began. ‘Is Viktor Krum!’

The Hall roared.

Another parchment shot out.

‘The Beauxbatons champion.’ He continued. ‘Is Fleur Delacour.’

More applause.

Yet another name shot out.

‘The Hogwarts champion.’ He said. ‘Is Cedric Diggory!’

Deafening cheers.

As the champions made their way out, the Goblet started acting all funny.

It glowed red again.

Another piece of parchment shot out of it.

Instinctively, Dumbledore caught it.

He muttered incoherently.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. ‘Harry Potter!’

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This was not happening. You thought. No, he’s alive. No, he’s not dead. It’s not possible.

Yet there lay Cedric Diggory. Still and unmoving and alarmingly rigid.

‘Is he really... dead?’ you asked Hermione in a whisper.

Hermione nodded her head tearfully.

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So that was how it was.

Voldemort was back, and nobody was ready to believe this.

The Ministry’s arrogant arses were inflicting disbelief and ignorance on the wizards of the world.

Fuck this.

Fuck this, fuck that, fuck everything.

Fuck Umbridge.

What had started out as you defending your former DADA professor from Umbridge’s stupid prejudice against werewolves had now turned to your hand bleeding every evening with the message clearly etched into your skin.

I must not defend monsters

You had luckily managed to keep this a secret from your friends, that was until you umped into Harry when you were returning from your detention.

You both collided and you hissed out in pain as your hand made contact with his sweater.

‘Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong?’ Harry frowned.

‘I-I’m f-fine.’ You muttered.

‘Yeah, I’m believing that.’ Harry rolled his eyes. ‘Give me your hand.’

‘What?’

‘Hand, Y/N, your hand.’ He repeated.

Unable to refuse, you turned your palm over onto his.

Harry stared at it for a while.

A whirlwind of emotions flickered over his face and you couldn’t make anything out.

‘Try Murtlap essence.’ He finally spoke. ‘Hermione might have some.’

‘Thanks, Harry.’

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Life was screwed.

You were screwed.

All of you were screwed.

Dumbledore was dead.

There was no changing it, it wasn’t possible.

It had been done, and Severus Snape himself had done it.

You had been searching for Horcruxes without much luck, that was until you got captured and dragged off to Malfoy Manor where Bellatrix Lestrange had scratched the word liar into your arm.

After you made your narrow escape and helped Harry bury Dobby, you were at it again.

Stupid horcruxes.

Eventually you did find them all.

The problem was, a whole-ass war had broken out at Hogwarts.

You were helping everybody you could, but then everything grew silent as everyone made their way out to the grounds.

You distinctly made out Hagrid carrying a body.

No. who is that?

‘Harry Potter.’ Voldemort began. ‘Is dead!’

Your hand flew to your mouth as you began sobbing.

Everything grew blurred, and all you saw was Neville walking up to him and saying something you couldn’t understand.

Harry couldn’t be dead... no, he couldn’t!

Feeling numb with grief, you sank to your knees.

Which was exactly when the boy you thought dead decided to jump out of Hagrid’s arms, very much alive.

You were dragged inside by Hermione despite your protests and were forced to watch them have a go at each other.

It was done.

Voldemort crumbled into thin air, as Harry panted in relief.

Not caring about the circumstances, you ran over to him and smashed your lips on his without thinking.

He reciprocated your actions as you melted into each other’s touch.

One thing was for sure.

You weren’t just the strange girl Harry had scared in Hogsmeade in his third year.

[sapphicwhxre]

smitten

♡ pairing: padma patil x fem!reader

♡ summary: padma smothers you with affection.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: one swear, basically pure fluff, soft af padma

♡ a/n: i asked for padma requests & was blessed with this req // for @babydraco04

“how is it you’re so goddamned beautiful?”

padma whispered, brushing your cheek with her thumb. if you were to guess, you’d say she hadn’t taken her eyes off you or let you go in about an hour. her voice raised to a normal volume and she exclaimed like she’d had an epiphany, “i’ve got it, you’re part veela and you’ve been keeping it from me!”

“there’s that ravenclaw wit,” you rolled your eyes, then fluttered them shut as she brought her touch over them. the laugh that left her was completely blissful and you lived for its sound.

padma’s hands wrapped around your waist and she pulled you close, squeezing you tighter than anyone who saw her would imagine possible. her nose tickled the tip of yours and you giggled at the feeling, tilting to give her a kiss. “you are so smitten by me, it’s unbelievable.”

she responded by reconnecting the kiss and intertwining her fingers with yours, drawing little circles on your skin. “yeah,” padma agreed shamelessly, planting more kisses along your cheekbones. “i’m incredibly in love with you, if you haven’t noticed.”

“lucky for you, i feel the same way,” you teased. “i love you, padma.” the angelic grin and undeniably loving look that grazed her features could have set your heart on fire. “i love you more though,” she hummed, apparently having found something else to admire as she started to toy with your hair.

“if that’s what you want to believe,” you scoffed, rolling over and out of her grasp. “then sure.” padma’s eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted before she chased your warmth, trapping you in another embrace.

“just promise you’ll marry me,” padma sighed, as if that was a compromise. “that’s all i want.” you tugged her towards you, kissing her for what felt like the thousandth time, but still feeling like you’d never get tired of her affection. “you proposing?” you asked her playfully.

“not ‘til i get you the ring you deserve,” she explained with disappointment. determination crossed her face and she cupped your face firmly. “but one day, y/n l/n, i’m going to call you my wife and smother you with love every single day.”

“no objections from me,” you told her, making padma smile wide before proposing something a bit more innocent. “you want to just spend the rest of the day here together?” padma laughed, this time more amused than adoring.

“did you think i had any other plans for you today? come closer, love ─ and none of that ‘you’re hugging me too tight!’ nonsense, you can breathe just fine.”

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[velvetthunder1999]

All the time on Earth

Part 29 - Wedding Fright

Summary: Everything goes well with the wedding until Death Eaters arrive. When Fenrir Greyback singles you out in front of everyone George cannot do anything to stop him. The next day the new regime takes place and as a Muggleborn you need to run.

Warnings: A bit frisky in the beginning // Angst // Mentions of Blood // Slight Abuse

Word count: 5.9K

George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist

You walked down the steps adjusting your flower crown, taking a last look at yourself in the kitchen window before stepping out into the bright sunlight. People were already lined up for the wedding and at the other side of the huge white tent you spotted Hagrid’s enormous figure. He waved, you waved back then made your way to the chattering Weasleys next to the tent.

“… she just told me my ears are lopsided,” you heard George’s voice. “Old bat.”

“Oh, is this about your Aunt Muriel?” you asked, joining the conversation. “I ran into her in the bathroom, she demanded to loose the ‘ridiculous weed’ from my hair.”

Everyone looked at your flower crown and they laughed. George’s mouth opened slightly and he took your hands.

“Y/N…” he said, taking you all in as you stood a few feet away from the others. “You’re beautiful! Really… I have no words.”

He was raising your arms a bit to have a better look at your dress. It was a simple, floaty dress that just showed your knees. The material started with light, sunset orange on the bottom and ended with black on your chest. Where the two colors met, nicely shaped black butterflies were flying around. Your hair was wavy and shiny, with white and pink flowers sewn into it. It was your perfect outfit for a summertime wedding.

“Well, thank you,” you said, blushing a bit. “You look wonderful as well.”

He really did. You had no idea how you got this lucky.

George smirked and kissed you quickly; he had to go back to escort the arriving guests to their seats.

“I expect you to ask me to dance tonight,” you shouted after him. He laughed and winked.

“Oh, don’t worry, I will!”

You took your assigned seat in the second row and soon the twins joined you as well. When everyone arrived the ceremony started and Fleur walked up the isle to Bill. George took your hand.

As they sealed the marriage with a kiss, the whole tent erupted in cheers and applause and as you stood up the chairs moved to the side of the place next to the tables, creating a huge space for dancing. Music started and Bill lead his wife to the dancefloor. You watched as she gleamed with happiness, dancing with such elegancy and gracefullness.

“Come!” shouted George over the cheering crowd and took your hand. “Dance with me!”

You laughed as he pulled you closer, his other hand on your back, making it impossible for you to even try to escape.

“You know I meant a slower song!” you said. “I don’t know how to dance to this!”

“It’s okay, love, me neither!”

You burst out laughing as he swayed with you to right and left, jumping to the quick pace of the cheerful music. Then he spun you around, almost making you crash into Aunt Muriel who was crossing the dance floor without even bothering to look around. George wheezed as you shot a sharp look at him, but then held you close again.

The music slowed down, and your already hurting feet welcomed the sweet tunes with relief. You put your arms around George’s neck and he rested both his hands on your waist.

“I reckon my dancing skills have not improved since last time,” he said with a grin. You chuckled.

“Well, not really. Your hair’s better now, though.”

“What are you on about, I was always handsome.”

“Meh,” you teased him. He grimaced in a mock outrage.

“How dare you!” he smiled at the sound of your giggling laugh. Then he leaned closer, whispering into your ears. “Just wait till we’re alone, love, you’ll pay for this.”

He kissed your neck then quickly stepped back acting like nothing had happened. You tried to ignore the goosebumps on your back but then something occured to you. You glanced behind your back, seeing Mrs Weasley talking with Lupin and Tonks. On the other side of the tent Mr Weasley was eagerly questioning an old wizard you didn’t know. You looked back at George with a new kind of excitement.

“You know…” you started. “Everyone’s outside.”

“Yeah,” he said, not really sure what you mean.

“I mean,” you said with a you-know-what-I-mean face. “That the whole house is empty.”

You saw how his uncertainity turned into confusion, then understanding. His eyes grew huge and he licked his lips, liven up.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded, pressing your lips together to avoid smirking. He stared at you for a moment then he grabbed your hand and started pulling you away from the crowd without another word.

“Not that way!” you whispered warningly in the dark, walking away from the tent. “Through the backdoor!”

George changed direction and stepped into the kitchen, making sure to shut the door behind him. He looked around and when he saw that no one was around he crashed his lips onto yours.

“In here…” he muttered against your lips and backed into the laundry room. You reached for the doorknob, fundling for several seconds before successfully closing the door.

Wearing heels had its advantages; you easily buried your hands into George’s hair, while he was pushing you against the wall. His hungry lips were biting yours, making you let out a moan without meaning to.

“Shh, love, they’ll hear us!” he panted against you jaw. You shivered.

“Well —” you couldn’t finish. Your brain seemed empty, there were no words for you to say. You only wanted one thing.

You raised your right leg and George understood; he gripped your tighs and lifted you from the ground. The coldness of the wall on your back was the exact opposite of George’s warm hands on you. You breathed heavily, your eyes closed, taking in his smell, tasting his tongue, your heart aching from happiness as everything was perfect in that moment and —

“Come here, dear, I’m sure we can fix that.”

Mrs Weasley’s voice from the kitchen made you jump. You opened your eyes, meeting George’s nervous glance only inches from you. On the other side of the door you heard Mrs Weasley rummaging in the drawers.

“Where did I put the — maybe in the laundry room?”

You let out a scared little scream and George put his hand on your mouth. His other hand  — still lifting you up — started shaking under your weight. Outside a girl’s voice said something in French and you recognized Fleur’s little sister. Mrs Weasley said ‘aha!’ and a drawer was closed.

“There you go, better than new!” she said. “Would you like to go — oh, all right then dear, come!”

Footsteps, then a door creaking. A French sentence, Mrs Weasley’s inaudible answer, and the kitchen door was shut.

“Shit!” said George, putting you down and shaking his hand. “Bloody hell, that was close!”

“Oh, God, my heart’s gonna stop,” you panted, glancing at the door. “So typical!”

“Told you, cannot be left alone in this house!” he said. Then he laughed. “Imagine her face if —”

“Oh, no! No, no, no,” you said, cringing. You even closed your eyes. “Please, don’t even start!”

“We should probably go back,” said George with great disappointment. “Before she starts looking for us.”

“Yeah,” you said, glancing at the door. “Let’s go.”

You offered your hand to George who intertwined his fingers with yours. After making sure that the kitchen was empty, you hurried back to the tent under the night sky. As you stepped onto the floor George looked at you with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you rolled your eyes with a smile. “Actually, could you get me a drink? My feet hurts, I need to sit down.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He went for the butterbeer table on the other side of the dance floor and you sat down to the nearest table on your right. You took off your shoes and rested your bare feet on the nice, cool floor.

“Lemon bites?” asked a cheerful voice and Fred appeared next to you.

“Oh, yes, please,” you said, taking one of the small-sized cakes. Fred shoved them in his mouth two at a time. You snorted. “Are you even chewing them?”

“Don’t have time. Need to reload my energy.”

“Do I wanna know what for?”

“I don’t think so,” he smirked. You laughed. “All I’m saying is that Veela cousins are one of a kind.”

He ate another cake, looking around the tent.

“Where’s George?”

“Getting a drink.”

“Okay. Fancy a dance?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” you said teasingly. “All that stuffing in your mouth.”

“Funny,” he said after swallowing the huge bite he just took. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait, I’ll need my shoes!” you quickly put your shoes back on and stood up from the table, too. You took Fred’s offered hand. “Now, careful cause my feet —”

The sentence died in your throat as a silver patronus burst into the middle of the tent, illuminating everything in the close vicinity in mysterious, blue light. The music stopped, people all stood still, staring at the phenomenon which then spoke in Kingsley’s deep voice.

“The Ministry has fallen… The Minister of Magic is dead… They are coming… They are coming…”

The patronus disappeared. The crowd erupted. Someone screamed.

You turned around, facing Fred who seemed just as shocked as you while everyone around you started running around in panic.

“George!” you panted and pulled Fred with you into to crowd, looking for that specific face among hundreds of people. “George!”

You reached for your wand and made your way through the disapparating guests. Your heart was beating incredibly fast. You screamed.

“George!”

“Y/N!”

Fred’s voice reached you late; a dark figure collapsed with you and both of you fell onto the ground. Fred was immediately there, helping you up.

“You okay?”

It was just a fragment of a second; you saw the Death Eater getting to his feet and you immediately pushed Fred away. The curse hit a hole into the tent just where his head had been.

“Stupefy!” you shouted and the Death Eater fell backwards. Wherever you looked, you only saw hooded figures battleing with the remaining guests. You were seriously panicking now. “George! GEORGE!”

“There!” shouted Fred, pulling you to the left. You turned and saw him running towards you. You fastened your steps and jumped into his arms.

“Watch out!” Lupin cried and all three of you backed away from the collapsing column. The tent was torn apart; under its wrecked parts people were shouting curses and dancing away from spells in total chaos. You saw a Death Eater closing on you, but George was faster and disarmed him in a second.

“The Order!” Fred yelled. “We —”

A bang, louder than a thunderstorm made you jump and grab your head in pain. The next thing you felt were strong hands on your arms and someone pulling you backwards by force. Your wand was jerked from your hand. You heard George’s bellowing from behind.

You were pushed to the middle of the dance floor and someone made you stand in a line, placing you between Fleur’s sister, Gabrielle and Ginny. They made another line opposite you and you saw Fred and George being pushed to the very end of it, wands against their neck. Looking around you saw that the fight was over; there were simply more Death Eaters than members of the Order present.

“Now,” a man with a raspy voice and blond hair appeared and started walking between the two lines, his hands behind his back. “First and foremost I’d like to congratulate to the happy couple.”

He nodded towards Fleur and Bill, who were standing with their faces stern, one Death Eater behind each.

“There’s no need for your games, Yaxley,” said Mr Weasley impatiently at the right end of your line. The blond man tilted his head.

“Tut, tut, Arthur, your position simply does not allow you this behaviour,” he reached the end of the corridor formed by the two lines and he turned suddenly. His calm expression disappeared and gave place to cold demand. “Where is Harry Potter?”

No one spoke. You felt a wand pressing hard against your shoulder blade. Yaxley looked around, then spoke again.

“No one needs to get hurt. There’s no bigger shame than wasting the blood of pure wizards… or blood traitors, even.”

Mr Weasley made a sudden move.

“Leave my family alone.”

“I will, Arthur, I will. When you answered my question. Where is Harry Potter?”

“It would’ve been foolish to invite Harry Potter to a wedding,” spoke Lupin. “Do you expect us to say we endangered the safety of…”

Lupin’s voice faded away as someone else grabbed your attention. It wasn’t Yaxley, it wasn’t the unknown Death Eather behind you… It was a tall man circling around the dancefloor; a man who didn’t wear a mask or a hood but only a long, black coat over his bare chest… A chest that seemed to belong to an animal, to a beast… And when he turned and you saw his face, a small gasp burst out of you as you looked at the most horrifying thing you had ever seen. He needed no introduction. You knew who it was without ever meeting him before. It was Fenrir Greyback.

“… no idea about his whereabouts, and I am sure you know it just as well!” Mr Weasley was now raising his voice. He was very tense. You saw Mrs Weasley holding onto Charlie’s hand, her face in agony.

Yaxley stopped, raised an eyebrow then nodded.

“So be it,” he said in his raspy voice. “Let’s see if we can change your mind. Greyback!”

The werewolf raised his head and grinned, showing off his sharp, yellow teeth. As he stepped closer the smell of an abomination reached your nose. You felt nauseous.

“Ah, they won’t talk?” he said with a grunt.

“Perhaps you can sniff out the information we need,” answered Yaxley, looking utterly bored. Greyback’s grin widened and he grunted again.

“Maybe the smallest one will be the most talkative,” he said as he stepped to your left and stood before Gabrielle. “Say, little girl, will you help me? Will you tell us what —”

“Leave her alone!” you snapped without thinking and every head turned towards you. Greyback looked up, leaving behind the weeping girl.

“Well… What do we have here?” he said, growling. You turned your head away immediately but you couldn’t escape the bloody, sweaty smell. “Young and sweet, just how I like them.”

You were determined to stare at Tonks’s feet in the line opposite you, but Greyback claimed all your attention to himself. He stood really close to you; his tall figure was casting a shadow on your face. He was still growling.

“So brave… so fierce… those always taste better.”

He leaned down, his face barely three inches from yours. You tried not to breath in his pungent smell, your quick panicky breathing, however, made the task impossible.

“Tell me your name sweetheart… Tell me so I can remember it…”

You started whimpering. As if Greyback was only waiting for this, he raised one of his huge, hairy, palm-like hands.

“DON’T TOUCH HER!”

Yaxley waved his wand in a very bored manner and George’s voice broke. Mr Weasley yelled at the blond man.

“This is not necessary, I already told —”

Yaxley silenced him again. He was curiously watching as Greyback stroke your cheek with his long, yellow, dirty nail. Fear was coursing through your veins, paralyzing you. You closed your eyes. Lips trembling, you started sobbing. You were sure you were going to faint.

“Delicious little thing…,” Greyback growled. His breath made you want to vomit. “And still so young… pretty, really pretty…”

“No!” Mrs Weasley’s cry made you open your eyes. She was looking at the twins; they were held back by two Death Eaters each, still struggling to get free. George was half pushed to the ground while Fred’s back was arched in a seriously dangerous way.

“Boys… Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Yaxley said disapprovingly. Then indicated at Greyback. “Bring her.”

A yell of pain and fear escaped your lips as Greyback got hold of the back of your neck, pushing you to the middle of the floor. You barely saw anything from your tears.

“Don’t you dare!”

“I ask again,” said Yaxley, speaking over the others’ cries. “Where is Harry Potter?”

“DO YOU REALLY THINK SHE’D KEEP IT TO HERSELF IF SHE KNEW?” George was now sobbing. “Let her go, please! I’ll do anything… I’ll do anything, please!”

Yaxley was watching him indifferently while Greyback lifted one of your locks and smelled it. Yaxley took his time, examining each face in the tent. Mrs Weasley was tearing up, Lupin and Bill were watching the scene tensely. Mr Weasley seemed worried, his hands shaking violenty. Gabrielle was still crying, now holding Ginny’s hand. Fred was still struggling to get free, and George was looking at you desperately, tear stains on his face.

“I believe you,” said Yaxley finally. “We’ll let you go this time but don’t forget Arthur. We’re watching you. Let’s go.”

“Mm, will you come with me, pretty one?” said Greyback. Yaxley pointed his wand at him.

“I said let’s go.”

You heard a disapproving grunt, then the sound of twenty Death Eaters disapparating echoed in the garden and you felt Greyback’s grip vanishing from your neck.

You fell onto the floor, your legs simply giving up. You were shaking all over and you jumped in fear when a hand touched you desperately, pulling you close, into safety, to an embrace that’ll protect you from everything, to a smell that was so nice and familiar and so different from the previous one, and you were sobbing, and you felt that he was sobbing, too, and you swore that you’d never let go and you were holding on to him, grabbing his arms and hoping that the nightmare had really ended and you could catch your breath now…

What made you pull away was not relief, it was the pain in your stomach. You stumbled as you ran out of the tent onto the grass and vomitted… But you weren’t alone for long, a hand was holding you again, and a voice was telling you that everything’s okay…

Behind you people were talking hastily, then you heard a voice next to you in which you recognized Lupin’s.

“We should go in the house. It’s not wise staying outside.”

You straightened up, still shaking. You needed to focus. You needed to start somewhere because in your head there was nothing but chaos.

“Can you — get my — toothbrush?”

You didn’t recognize your own voice. George, however, did and in a second he summoned what you asked for. You brushed your teeth quickly, spitting on the grass, then got ahold of a glass of water and drank it. After that, your felt one percent better.

“I wanna go in,” you said. George nodded, and with his arms around your shoulders he lead you back to the house. He didn’t let you go for a second; you were sure that only his hand on you made you being able to keep walking.

“Oh, dear,” once in the living room, Mrs Weasley appeared next to you, holding a glass of blue liquid. “Drink this, it calms the nerves.”

You drank it without saying a word. In the corner of the room you saw Fred, his lips swollen, a cut on his cheek.

“Come,” said George hoarsly. He lead you to Fred and the three of you sat on the couch. You were shivering. The memory of sharp nails on your skin made you want to throw up again.

“Here,” said George, putting a blanket over you, kissing your temple. “It’s okay. It’s over.”

“I’m okay,” you mumbled, desperately burying your face into George’s chest. “I just… just stay with me, please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said reassuringly, gently holding your face in his palm. “I’m here.”

You looked up at his face. He was really pale. You took a deep breath, feeling calmness in your limbs. Maybe Mrs Weasley’s drink was working.

“… and saw them disapparating,” you heard Lupin’s voice. Everyone in the room seemed to be watching him. “All three of them. They got out.”

“Oh,” cried Mrs Weasley. Mr Weasley was stroking her hair.

“So what happens now?” asked Ginny.

“We need to find Kingsley,” said Tonk at once. “Then…”

“Then we can discuss the rest,” nodded Bill. “Let’s go. I’m sorry.”

He kissed Fleur and his mother, then stepped out on the door with Lupin and Tonks.

“So You-Know-Who took over?” spoke Fred. Mr Weasley nodded.

“Not him specifically, no. And not openly. His puppet must have been waiting for the perfect timing.”

“New Minister of Magic?” asked George.

“New rules, new regime… Wouldn’t be surprised to read about new laws tomorrow morning. Molly… I think I need to go, too.”

Mrs Weasley whimpered as his husband said goodbye. When he disappeared, George looked at you again.

“Would you like to go up? Or do you want to stay?”

“I wanna go,” you said at once. “I want to sleep.”

“You?” asked George over his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m coming, too,” said Fred. All of you stood up, heading towards the stairs. The twins were talking but you didn’t pay attention. You were exhausted and weary. You wanted nothing more than closing your eyes and not thinking for a few hours.

As you reached the twins’ room Fred said goodnight to you and he continued walking towards Charlie’s. George opened the door for you and you stepped inside, kicking off your shoes. He lead you to his bed and lay down next to you, holding you close and stroking your hair.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“I am. I’m okay,” you answered. You didn’t know why you were repeating that you’re okay, when you certainly weren’t. You grabbed George’s shirt, crumpled it in your fist. You tried to breathe normally but in the dark your memories were extremely livid. You whimpered.

“I know,” George said, tightening his grip around you. “I’m here… you’re safe. You’re safe, Y/N. I promise.”

——

You woke up to a beam of sunlight hitting your eyes, making them hurt and to water again. You groaned in pain, just to be assisted by a nervous voice.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

You turned around to face George. He seemed tired but not sleepy at all. You frowned.

“How long you’ve been up?”

“A few hours. It’s almost noon. I wanted to wait for you.”

His eyes were sad and worried. You gently stroke his cheek a few times.

“I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He nodded, casting down his eyes.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve —”

“You shouldn’t’ve done anything,” you said fiercly. “They would’ve hurt you.”

“But—”

“No ‘but’. It’s over,” you pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “Come down, now. Let’s have some breakfast.”

On edge, but he agreed. You went down to the kitchen hand in hand, to find Mrs Weasley, Fred, Bill and Fleur there. They were talking over a cold plate of sausages, from which you happily chose some.

“Good morning,” you said as George sat down next to you.

“Morning, dear,” said Mrs Weasley. “These arrived this morning. Letters from the Ministry.”

You took the two envelopes curiously. George was examining them, wondering. “What’s this?”

“Well…” you started anxiously. “One of them might be the reply for my job application.”

“And the other?”

You shrugged. The two envelopes looked the same, so you opened the first. It was a short little message. You started reading it hastily, then you felt your insides drop. By the time you reached the end, cold waves of disappointment were coursing through your body.

“Well?” demanded George.

“I didn’t get in,” you said, not looking at him. From the corner of your eye you saw him frowning then grinning.

“Yes, you did, stop joking around! With those N.E.W.T.s results…”

“I didn’t get in!” you said, throwing the letter at him. He caught it and read it. His smile faded and confusion took over his face.

“This isn’t right. Are you sure this is for you?” he held the letter in front of the light coming through the window.

“Of course, it is for me, don’t you see my name?”

“What’s wrong?” asked now Fred, getting interested. George give him the letter and Fred’s face darkened.

“I can’t believe this! You had perfect grades for the — and what the bloody hell is this? What does it mean ‘rejected on grounds of failure to provide reliable family history’… What’s this rubbish?”

“I don’t know,” you said, shaking your head. Mrs Weasley took a step closer, now watching the scene.

“Perhaps in the other envelope they explain it?”

“Yeah, what’s this, then?” said George, reaching for the second letter. He seemed totally disturbed.

You took the envelope and tore it open with one movement. It looked very official, had three stamps on the bottom and was written with green ink.

You read it once. Read it twice. For the third time you thought you were going to throw up again.

“What?” asked Fred, looking at your face, dumbfounded.

“I…” you started, but couldn’t find the words. You decided to read the letter instead. “We are now issuing an invitation to you as a so-called Muggleborn to present yourself for interview by the newly appointed Muggleborn Registration Commission.”

“No!” said George and tore the letter out of your hands. “No, they cannot do this!”

“Look at the stamps,” you said in a shaky voice. “Look at Head of the Comission.”

George’s eyes fell upon the bottom of the page. His jaw clenched. You nodded.

“Umbridge.”

Everyone started to talk over the other; Fred was shouting angrily, Bill was determined to find something in the newspaper, Fleur was swearing in French and Mrs Weasley took the letter from George to read it.

“This isn’t possible, people are not going to agree!”

“They can’t do anything if they are against You-Know-Who’s policies!”

“But they don’t know it’s You-Know-Who who’s behind all this, cannot they…”

“It’s here, the article, it says…”

“I’m sure Arthur’ll know more about this…”

“Disgusting, loathsome…”

“The law is still on our…”

“It says it is compulsory to…”

“I need to leave,” you said and the whole kitchen fell silent. Mrs Weasley was staring at you uncertainly.

“What is it, dear?”

“I need to leave,” you said again and stood up. “I need to go.”

“What are you talking about?” said George in a mixture of anger and fear. “You don’t need to go anywhere.”

“Yes, I do,” you repeated. “I need to go.”

“Hey, hold on!” he said, grabbing your wrist as you were about to head for the staircase. “Let’s talk about this!”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you said. “They invited me to a hearing. We both know what happens if I go —”

“That doesn’t mean that you have to leave!”

“George!” you pleaded. “If I go and they claim that I’m not at least half-blood — which I’m clearly not — then it’s done, it’s over! They take my wand, maybe even send me to someplace to —”

“They — they cannot do that… Mum!” George turned to Mrs Weasley who shook her head. You continued.

“And if I don’t intend on going, do you think they’ll just let it slide? You think they’ll let me continue life as if nothing happened?”

“All right, stop it. You are already talking about it as if it was certain, as if it was deicided! You go there, prove that you have magic, and —”

“But I’m still a muggleborn! And let me remind you what happened last time when someone from the Ministry disliked muggleborns.”

You held up your hand in front of his face, showing him the visible white scars that stated: ‘I mustn’t mix with purebloods’.

“You think Umbridge will let me go now that she’s the Head of the Comission? When she perfectly knows what I am?”

“You’re a witch,” said George through his gritted teeth. You ignored him.

“If I go, I basically give myself up to them. If I stay here, they’ll know where to look. I need to leave.”

“You can come live with us…” said George desperately. “Diagon Alley… that’ll be —”

“They’ll know she’s there with us, mate,” said Fred quietly. George shot an angry look at him.

“Thanks for the help.”

“He’s right,” you said. “I’m sorry, but —”

“And where do you intend to go, eh?” said George with sudden mock. “Could you please share with us, what perfect hiding place do you have in mind?”

“George,” said Mrs Weasley warningly. George ignored her.

“Tell me Y/N! Tell me the special place where no one will find you. Can I come visit? Or am I not even allowed to see you anymore?”

You stayed silent. You knew he was angry, you knew he was saying all this because he was desperate and scared. But you were, too. And this wasn’t school anymore. This was real life, and in real life — or at least in this life — muggleborns were in danger. You were a muggleborn. There was nothing more to discuss here.

“Dear, we can figure out something…” tried Mrs Weasley. You didn’t respond. You stepped closer to George, stood on your toes and pressed a soft kiss onto his cheekbone. You saw him closing his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

You turned away and ran up the stairs, then shut the door once you were in the twins’s room. You looked around in the slight mess, then grabbed the shirts, jeans, towels and shoes lying all over the place and shoved them into your suitcase. Where would you go? You had no idea. Your parents’ house? Death Eaters had already broke in there once. Leaky Cauldron? That wasn’t better than Diagon Alley itself. Grimmauld Place? But that was surely being watched. Never mind then. You’ll figure out somehow. Maybe you should leave the country.

Hearing a knock on the door you turned around. George peaked his head in, looking slightly calmer than five minutes ago.

“Can I come in?”

“I mean… it’s your room.”

He sighed and turned his head away for a second, muttering something under his breath. Then stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His eyes fell upon your half full trunk and his lips formed a thin line.

“Please, don’t leave.”

You waited. He didn’t sound like he was asking… he sounded as though he had already accepted that you’re gonna be gone, but tried anyway. You put down the shirt you were holding and stepped to him, hugging him tenderly, caressing his back as you did so. He buried his face into your neck, one hand on your back, one in your hair. It seemed so impossible that before yesterday you had been talking about marriage, and now you’re saying your goodbyes.

“Remember what happened last time I let her win?” you asked softly, still stroking George’s back. “I’m not going to let that happen again. I’m not going to let her torture me over who I am.”

He raised his head but just enough to rest his forehead on yours.

“We’ll find a solution…” he whispered. “We’ll figure out something…”

“I know,”  you reassured him, but did not believe him. He was just looking for comfort for you and for himself. You both knew it, so you didn’t even talk more. You were just holding each other for minutes, in complete silence.

There was a knock on the door and Fred stepped in.

“Oi!” he said. You let go of George and turned to him. “Mum wants to talk to you, Y/N. Come down!”

“What is it?” you asked. Fred rolled his eyes.

“Just come, woman!”

And so you went with him, George following you. As you entered the kitchen you saw that nothing has changed; Mrs Weasley was still accompanied by Bill and Fleur and all three of them were looking at you.

“What’s going on?” you said.

“You’re going to stay with us, that’s going on,” said Bill. You looked at him, confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“Eet iz not safe for you ‘ere,” said Fleur. “But een our place eet iz.”

“The Ministry would look for you in the Burrow,” pointed out Bill. “But the Shell Cottage is different. It’s far enough, hard to locate, basically only those know where it is who have been there before. So it’s perfect.”

“But…” you were only realizing now what they were saying. “You want to take me there?”

“Of course!” nodded Fleur. “Eet iz dangerous for you to stay —”

“But… I cannot live with you!” you said, outraged.

“Why not?” said Bill.

“Because… you just got married! How would it feel if I —”

“Eet iz war!” said Fleur angrily. “And we take care of each other!”

“This would be a nice solution, dear,” stepped in Mrs Weasley, seeing how you were about to yell. “Shell Cottage is definitely safer. We are under survaillance here, Arthur told me. Now there are some enchantments still needed for the Shell Cottage but…”

“But it shouldn’t be a problem,” nodded Bill. “Y/N, it is a must.”

“But I —”

“I like it far more than you running off,” said George.

“It’s four votes in,” said Bill.

“Five,” said Fred. “It’s brilliant, really.”

“Are you sure it won’t be a problem?” you said. “We don’t know how long this thing will last.”

“Which is why it’s important to find a safe place as soon as possible,” said Bill. He looked at his watch. “Now if we want to leave, we need to hurry. I need to be in Gringotts in an hour. Fleur helps you to get comfortable. Also, we need to be careful because we’re being watched every second.”

You glanced towards the window.

“What d’you mean?”

“Folks from the Ministry are staying close,” said Mrs Weasley. “They’re of course waiting for Harry to show up but it wouldn’t help your case if they saw a young girl disapparating from the garden. Even the Ministry can put two and two together.”

“We need to do it so they won’t see you coming with us. Disillusionment charm, for one. Otherwise the first place they might look for you will be the Shell Cottage.”

“And what if they look for me there anyway?”

“We’ll know before they turn up. We can discuss the rest when we get there. Are you packed?”

“Sort of,” you said, your throat closing in nervous anticipation.

“All right,” said Bill. “See you downstairs in ten minutes.”

It didn’t take you ten minutes to pack, it took you six and then you spent the remaining four to say goodbye to George. When you entered the kitchen again, this time with you luggage, Bill waved at your trunk and sent it straight to the Cottage Shell. Then you felt as though ice-cold water was dripping down on you from head to toe as the disillusionment charm did its job. When you stepped outside, following Bill and Fleur, you saw two man at the nearby hill, leaning against a tree.

“They can’t see you, they’re too far away,” murmured Bill as he offered his arm for you to take. “Well, then. One… Two…

You looked over your shoulder, seeing Mrs Weasley watching you from the window with her two sons. You just realized that Ginny was still asleep upstairs. You couldn’t even say goodbye to her.

“…Three.”

Your stomach twisted and you fell into the dark emptiness, starting your new life as a runaway muggleborn.

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The Struggles of a Male Veela (Part 1 - Of Veela Blood)

Louis Weasley x Soulmate!OC

Length: 2658 words

Warnings: not really. This is a soulmate!au, ive altered the ages of many of the next gen!, also the logic of what a veela is but whatevs. I pictured a young Hunter Parrish as Louis, but there’s like no gifs of him???, not a reader insert the OC will have a name and is female

Part 1 of ‘The Struggles of a Male Veela’ Series | Masterlist | Part 2 |

Louis Weasley was of veela blood.

The gene ran through the blood of his mother’s family. Various members of the line had been veelas, some marrying into the family, others being born so. Louis’ own mother, Fleur Weasley nee Delacour, had been only one quarter veela, stemming from her grandmother.

Louis was lucky, or unlucky, that his father’s blood was tainted. Not in the way many old pureblood families will claim, but rather through an experience he faced. Whilst not a true werewolf (as he was not bitten on the full moon), Bill Weasley did hold the slight changes of were-kind, none more obvious than in his veins. The mix of bloods that pulsed through Louis’ veins meant that he inherited the full-veela gene.

As well as all the problems that included.

His changing happened not long after his fifteenth birthday. The school term was to end in three days, and Louis had just been leaving the OWL examination room (he had taken his Defence Against the Dark Arts OWL) when he collapsed. He’d been feeling weird all morning, slightly feverish and he had a headache, one that only increased during the exam.

Teddy Lupin, current head-boy, and godson of Harry Potter, called over to his ‘cousin’, “Louis?” When there was no response, or movement, he ran over. “Mate?” Teddy himself had just come from a NEWT examination (Transfiguration), just down the hall. Carefully, Teddy lifted the younger boy into his arms, barely straining at all. “Out the way!” He shouted to the small crowd that formed around the two, before heading off to the hospital ward, his normally bright blue hair turning a concerning red. “Madame Bones!” He’d pushed into the room, and quickly manoeuvred his younger ‘cousin’ onto the closest bed.

The nurse ran over, spotting that the boy was unconscious, and that Teddy Lupin was beginning to worry. “What’s happened?”

“Nothing Miss, he just collapsed!” Teddy explained, “He came out of his exam, and he just toppled over!”

Madame Bones pressed her hand to the boy’s forehead, then his neck, and felt that he was burning up. “He’s feverish,” She checked his pulse next, “And his pulse is racing.” Conjuring up a cold, wet towel, she pressed it to the handsome young man’s forehead. “Mr. Lupin, please go fetch the Headmistress, and any of your relatives you find on the way.”

“Yes, Miss.” Teddy nodded, and gave a glance towards the now sweating young boy, before rushing out.

Whilst he was gone, Madame Bones got to work, pulling out several bottles, and a quick quill, which composed a letter to Bill and Fleur Weasley, explaining that their son was sick, and that he was in her care. After the war, it became obvious to many of the teachers that those involved in said war were much more attentive, and worrisome, than parents had been in the past. It was well known how Ginny Potter, and Andromeda Tonks, had burst into the hospital ward in Teddy’s first year, both fretting over his fall in flying class, nearly starting a fight with Madame Bones over his care. Not long after the nurse replaced the cold compress on Louis’ forehead, did several of his family members come running into the ward, frantic looks on their faces.

Out of the entire Weasley/Potter brood, Louis was one of the most tame, non-clumsy, and non-accident prone. For him to be laying on that bed unconscious, it meant whatever was going on was very serious.

The first into the room was Victoire Weasley, twin sister to the Gryffindor on the bed. The Ravenclaw fifth-year rushed to the side of her brother, her blonde hair flying out behind her, tears gathering in her eyes at the sight of her twin. “Louis! Madame Bones, what’s going on?” She began running her hands over her brothers face, feeling the intense heat behind his skin, and pulling her hands away in shock.

Before the nurse could answer, third-year Gryffindor James Sirius Potter was running into the room, followed by fellow third-year Gryffindor’s’ Roxanne and Fred (II) Weasley. The second set of twins in the family were the son and daughter of George and Angelina Weasley. “What’s wrong?” All three panted out, having run from several floors away, at top speed, after Teddy had run past shouting that Louis was sick.

“Louis’s ill!” Victoire cried out, her face screwed up in fear, “He’s unconscious, and really warm!” As she explained to her cousins, they came closer, careful to stay behind Victoire, on one side of the bed, and out of Madame Bones’ way.

“What’s up?” Albus Severus Potter (first-year Slytherin), the calmest of all the Weasley/Potter brood, strolled into the large room. With him, was a concerned Rose Weasley (first-year Gryffindor, daughter to Ron and Hermione Weasley), and a frantic Dominique Weasley (second-year Hufflepuff, and youngest sibling to Victoire and Louis).

As these members of the crew joined the others, Victoire and James filling them all in on what they’d figured out, the powerful and tall figure of Professor McGonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts, entered the room. Behind her was Professor Longbottom, Herbology professor, long-time friend to the Weasley/Potter brood, and head of Gryffindor. Teddy Lupin was bringing up the rear, with the last members of the family (whom attended Hogwarts), Molly Weasley II; a sixth-year Gryffindor, and Lucy Weasley; a second-year Ravenclaw. Both were the daughters to former Hogwarts head-boy, Percy Weasley.

“Madame Bones,” the Scottish brogue of the headmistress began, “What seems to be the issue here?” The woman had known the Potters’ and Weasleys’ for nearly her entire teaching career, and even before that as Charlus Potter had been a prefect when she was in her first year of Hogwarts, and thus she was concerned.

“Did you send word to the parents?” Professor Longbottom, or Uncle Neville to most of these children, questioned, knowing very well the temperament of Fleur Weasley.

“I sent an owl, almost fifteen minutes ago.” Madame Bones answered. “However, I have a feeling that we may need the input of those at St. Mungo’s on this case.” The woman shared a significant look with the headmistress, silently telling her that this issue was serious. Turning to the Weasley brood, her eyes focussed on the siblings of Louis, she asked a question that hushed the children, “Does your family have a history with veelas?”

“Yes.”

“Oui.”

The English answer came from the two young girls, who stood at the bedside of their brother. The French affirmative had come from the mouth of Fleur Weasley nee Delacour, who’d flooed into the castle, via the fireplace in the very ward they all stood in.

“We ‘ave a long ‘istory of veelas. The Delacour’s’ ‘ave always been part veela, I myself am one quarter veela.” The woman swept over to her son’s side, the children parting to let her through. “Oh, ma cherie!” Fleur cried out, finally seeing her son. Her blonde hair was now greying slightly, and her face showed the faintest signs of aging – yet she only looked aged in her eyes, which were slightly dull as she looked at the pain her Louis was in.

“That means the last full veela was one of your grandparents?” Madame Bones questioned carefully, knowing well the anger and pain that any mother feels could cause them to lash out.

“Oui.”

Professor McGonagall was confused at where the nurse was going with her questioning, “What are you trying to say?”

Madame Bones sighed, “I’ve seen a few cases like this, when I was training in France.” She looked at Fleur, making sure their eyes were locked, “Mr. Weasley seems to be going through the ‘changing’.”

Those who knew what this meant, gasped.

“’zat iz not possible.” Fleur whispered, her shock making her accent thicker. “’zere ‘as not been a male veela for ‘undred of years!” She stroked the side of her son’s face, knowing deep down the woman was right. “’ow did ‘e inherit, though?”

“Yeah, Louis and I should be less than one quarter veela!” Victoire commented, knowing what was being suggested.

Albus Potter, still the calmest in the room, drawled out, “Perhaps it has to do with Uncle Bill’s bite?”

Professor McGonagall contemplated this fact, “Louis is the eldest twin, perhaps his blood took all of the inheritance?”

“We need to get him to St. Mungo’s, and have him put into an isolated ward, just in case.” Madame Bones commented, preparing to wheel the bed towards the floo, first placing some papers and vials on the bed. They would be needed, to get him admitted. “Mrs. Weasley, please follow me.” The two women, plus the young man on the bed, were flooed to the wizarding hospital, after Madame Bones cried out, “St. Mungo’s!”

“Children, please return to class. After dinner come to my office, and you will all be informed on the health of the young Mr Weasley.” Professor McGonagall, with the help of Professor Longbottom, ushered out all the children. “No complaining now, don’t dilly-dally either. I know that this is worrying, but we know what is going on, so the Healers at St. Mungo’s will be able to heal him faster.”

“He’ll be on the mend now.” Neville told them, a small smile on his face, telling them not to panic. “Come on Potter, Weasley, you’re supposed to be in my class now, anyway.” He pushed Albus Potter in front of him, along with Rose Weasley, as both were supposed to be in his Herbology class at that very minute.

As people turned the corner, the small voice of Dominique called out to her older sister, “Victoire? Will Louis be okay?”

Before Victoire could speak, Teddy Lupin walked over, pulling the young girl into his arms, comforting her. “Of course, Louis’s going to be okay, Dom! You know him, he’s always alright, isn’t he? You Weasleys’ are always bouncing back, no matter what.”

Smiling thankfully at him, Victoire spoke, “Teddy’s right.” She pressed a kiss to her younger sister crown, before smoothing down her blonde hair, just like her mother did. “Besides, you heard the teachers, Louis is on the mend now. Everything will be back to normal before we know it!”

That summer had been difficult for the Weasley/Potter clan.

It went exactly how it usually did, with the children spending most of their time at Molly and Arthur Weasley’s (now empty) house, due to their parents working most of the time. The difference, though, was people had to be careful around Louis now. As with all young veelas, Louis was vastly over-protective of his family, his younger sisters’ especially. Often, at the beginning of summer, he was seen flying into a rage, and turning into his full-veela form, at the smallest thing – such as Dominique, his youngest sister, being accidentally pushed over by James. Even though he moved out of this phase, no longer being so temperamental after a few weeks adjusting to his inheritance, it wasn’t completely safe to be around Louis. Despite being one of the loveliest people to walk the Earth; a young, unmated veela (especially a male one, who has the need to protect those he loves) was always dangerous to affiliate with – at least until they mated.

Bill and Fleur had warned all family members, before Louis had finally finished his changing and returned from St. Mungo’s, that they had to be careful around him, that they had to look after him now. Also, she vaguely mentioned, not to be too ‘freaked out’ by his sudden change.

The veela-form was odd, they’d discovered during his first change. It was tall, taller than Hagrid, and had large, bird-like wings that extended from the top of his back, the very tips reaching his ankles. The wings were a vibrant, iridescent, purple-blue, and they were powerful enough to launch him into the air at vast speeds. Louis’s eyes changed colours too, in this form, from their normal colour, to ones that matched his wings, and were just as vibrant as them too. Other than those obvious changes, were the subtle ones – such as his incredible strength, his heightened senses, his newfound ability to know how people were feeling, and his ability to manipulate people using the typical veela appeal. The last had been used to achieve more of his grandmother’s pie one evening, and had meant he’d walked away with the entire dish – much to his mother’s anger.

By the end of that summer, though, Louis felt confident that he had complete control of himself. He was able control his shifts into the other form, and (with the help of his family) he’d conquered his abilities. He no longer accidentally crushed his cups, felt people’s emotions, or forced people to do his bidding. Everything was going to be okay.

September first came around faster than anyone would have liked. While every student did love Hogwarts, it was still school, and therefore they kind of hated it too.

Like every year, the entirety of the Weasley/Potter clan was stood on Platform 9¾, well those who could make it. George and Percy Weasley weren’t there, as the two were at Weasley Wizard Wheezes, working.

Percy had joined George after the war, helping out a little around the shop, and eventually stayed because he genuinely enjoyed the work. Generally, he was always doing the more clerical things, like the accounts and checking inventory, but every now and then he himself invented something interesting. The self-replenishing ink-well was his idea, as was the idea for other ink wells filled with wacky colours and glitter. Bless him, though, Percy tried his best.

As usual, the station was hustling with students and parents, it was as hectic as every year was. It was easy to determine who were new kids (as they tended to stare) and who weren’t. The same went for their parents. That didn’t matter to the Weasley/Potter clan, though – they’d been doing this for too long to get caught up in the looks and whispers that surrounded them.

“Louis, be careful this year!” Mrs Weasley (Molly the first) was beginning yet another speech on how Louis should be careful at Hogwarts, and not pull a ‘Harry Potter’ at school (as something bad always happened to him, although not usually his fault). “Do not start a fight with anyone, and watch your surroundings when you shift! Merlin knows those wings can take someone’s eye out…”

Just as she was about to continue her rant about how the Weasleys’ need to ‘calm down’, and ‘have a normal school experience’ – bang. Louis Weasley, the one closest to the wall they had all literally just come through, was violently knocked over by the small figure that landed on top of him, her dark hair spilling over his shoulders and getting in his face (and a little in his mouth too).

“Oh, I’m sorry!” The girl scrambled to get up, flailing slightly due to embarrassment, and accidentally kneeing the poor boy in his gut in her haste. “Oh, Merlin! I’m- I’m sorry, I was in such a rush, my mums went ahead with my cart, I thought I was going to be late! Ugh, I’m such a-” The girl had managed to get to her feet, and was now pulling Louis up onto his, desperate to right her small ‘wrong’. She’d just dragged him onto his feet, his grasping her arm to steady himself, when he’d locked eyes with her.

Suddenly, nothing else was visible to him, apart from her beautiful, shining eyes. Something inside Louis clicked into place, his new veela body singing at the sight of this girl’s face. Whilst she was shorter than him, she looked about his age, and vaguely Louis wondered if the two shared classes together… If so, he needed to be her partner for all of them. Her mouth was perfectly curved into a smile, and her dark eyes spoke of a future, their future – together.

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