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gayle0828 · 2 months ago

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Don’t let me end up like this.

Hermione Granger x Gn reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Angst, Happy Ending

Summary:

Oneshot:

It has been weeks since you last saw Hermione. Ron and Harry are also gone.

(Parenthesized are from a song that’s not english, but I liked the meaning of the song behind the lyrics so i translated it.)

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(The days are still passing by)

You kept wondering why Hermione left without saying anything to you. You're her lover. The last time you talked to her was after Yule ball. In a great mood and had a sweet talk at the astronomy tower.

Wondering what life you will have once you get married.

“The moon is beautiful isn’t it (y/n)?”

“Yeah, not as beautiful as you though.”

She blushed and gave me a smile. You don’t know if it was a happy one or a sad one.

Her eyebrows furrowed.

“I wonder one day when we get married, will you still be like this?”

“Of course, why not? You’re the most beautiful and the smartest girl in the world. No one could top you, not even me.”

“Oh come on (y/n)... well that is true though.” She laughs then rests her head on my shoulder.

(Inside of my heart is spinning too)

We had a great night, You were too dense to know something was up.

You woke up and prepared to meet Hermione. You went to the great hall to have some breakfast. You didn’t touch it since you were waiting for Hermione to come so we could eat together.

But she never came. You thought she was sick so i went to the Gryffindor’s common room.

As you were walking trough the dorms You found ginny. She might know something about this.

“Hey, have you seen Mione?”

Ginny seemed depressed as her eyes looked puffy. Did she cry?

“Are you okay?”

She just walked right past me. You guess she isn’t well. But, you need to find Mione.

You knocked at her dorm only to be met with silence.

You used a spell to open the door, to your surprise the room is totally clean. No one was there at all.

You now knew something was up. There’s no way Hermione would just leave you without saying goodbye like that right? Hermione wouldn’t do that.... unless...

You ran trough the halls trying to find Ginny. You know that she knows something about this.

After running and running, you saw Ginny at the garden. You walked there to, calm myself down.

“Ginny? You know something about Hermione, Harry and Ron missing right?”

You sat down next to her at a bench.

“(Y/n), did Hermione really not tell you anything?”

“About what?” You gave her a smile trying to not let her see my nervous expression.

“They needed to prepare for Voldermort’s next appearance, It looks like he’s getting strong. They needed to leave. For Hogwarts to be safe. For us to be safe.” She then muffles out crying.

Why didn’t Hermione tell me? That’s the first thought you had.

Ginny left me to be alone.

You already felt my eyes getting watery. Oh Hermione, you promised to not make me cry.

You then recalled that time when I first met Hermione.

You was in my 4th year. You had never communicated with anyone at all. Except when people did talk to me because they needed something. No one noticed me, That’s why you felt lonely most of the time.

But that was until that brown frizzed hair girl with freckles lend me a hand.

(You changed the darkness in my heart)

It was like she saved me from the darkness I was holding onto.

At first, we were only friends. She introduced you to Harry and Ron then.

You started to hang out more and more throughout the years. Until you realized your feelings for her weren’t just a simple friendship. You loved her more than you ever could love anyone else.

It was 7th year when you decided to keep this feeling aside, with a fear that you might lose her.

But then, Hermione sends me mixed signals.

Whether it’s holding your hand when it is winter, Wiping my mouth if you somehow eat messily… and overreacting when you get a single paper cut from a book even though she has more paper cuts than you.

You somehow just confessed to her…

It was Friday night, Class just ended and you asked her to go with you to a balcony. You then showed her the beautiful stars.

And you took your shot.

“Mione, we’ve been friends for 3 years now. I know that this may sound stupid, but yeah I mean it's stupid. You wouldn’t actually like me the way I like you-“

Suddenly you felt a pair of lips, touching yours. It was a sweet and passionate kiss. You would never forget this moment, the way she’s holding your robe not wanting to let go. The way her bangs brushed against your forehead. It was wonderful, You also didn’t want to let her go.

The night felt so long. Having her in your presence all night long, not until we both went back to our dorms still holding hands. As she pecked your lips goodbye after you led her to her dorm.

That was the most wonderful night you’ve ever had.

(But the story of the two of us,

Must go through over both bad and good things,)

You remembered your first fight, It was dumb.

Throughout the day, Hermione has been ignoring you.

You sat next to the golden trio beside Hermione.

“Good morning guys,” You say putting down your tray. Hermione didn’t look at you. Ron and Harry gave you a confused look. A look that was telling you “Did you two fight?”

You shaked your head answering Harry’s question.

Ron and Harry were bickering the entire morning. Still, everytime you would try to talk to her she just joins the two’s conversation. Making you feel a bit weird.

Class now ended and, You couldn’t sit next to Mione since somebody already occupied the seat next to her. You could only sit behind her back. You watched her actions, the way she spins her pen. The way she traces the words on the book that she’s reading.

But something was off, When you arrived she never looked at you. Being Hermione, she would always have this bright smile when you enter the room. She would at least say hello. But this time she didn’t.

This got you thinking,

“Did i do something wrong?”

After class, you already saw Hermione leaving the room, You hurried and ran towards her. Running towards her, you grasped her hand and lead her to a private place.

After dragging her here, you looked at her. Only to see Hermione looking down. Her curly hair covering her eyes. You brushed a strand of hair and tucked it behind her ear.

You sat at a couch then tapped beside you signalling Hermione to sit. She gladly took a seat still avoiding your gaze.

You then held her hand. As you kissed her knuckles, you breathed out.

“Mione, did i do something wrong? If i did, i hope you would forgive me.” You say still looking at her, her eyes now meeting yours.

“You-you didn’t do anything wrong...” Her breath hitched making your heart break into pieces. It was your first time seeing Hermione looking like this... and you didn’t want her to be like this. You for sure did something wrong and your blaming yourself for it.

“Then what is it Hermione?” You say softly.

“It’s just that, i have been seeing you with Harry more often. And it made me feel jealous...”

I cupped her cheeks and rubbed it with my thumb gently.

“Mione, Im sorry i made you feel that way, No one can compare to you. You’re the only one i love.” I say as i placed a soft kiss on her lips. She hugged me so tight, I wished we could stay like this forever.

(But in this minute,

Stay by my side on and on)

Now you’re in your dorm, Sitting while hugging my knees looking at the moon. You felt weak, it was shivering. But you couldn’t mind less.

You feel lonely. Hermione was always the one who would make my day bright and happy. And now that she’s gone, you felt like there was no day to your life anymore.

She meant everything to you. The world and my star. You can look at it from afar as it shines within the sky. But you can never reach it nor feel it.

Nothing can describe your pain. Cause the only thing causing you pain was her.

And you didn’t want her to be the cause of your sorrow. As long as she would come back for you you’re willing to do anything and everything.

“I would never leave you y/n,” You heard Hermione’s voice. It was very vivid and seemed real. You remembered Hermione saying that particular sentence. She was smiling, her frizzy hair still looking the same. She was holding both of your hands.

(Please hold my hand,

Longer and longer than this)

Hermione would never leave you, She would come back.

Right?...

The only thing being heard in the room that night was muffled sobs.

Days turned to weeks into months. She neither sent a signal nor an owl to remind you that she’s still there, alive.

You still weren’t over her. You look through the class hoping to find that brown bushy haired girl. But you could never find her. You waited for her at breakfast every single day. You never touched your food.

Ginny was getting worried by your actions. You never looked so depressed. She noticed that you haven’t been eating nor sleeping as your eyes had big eye bags on them. Your voice was hoarse, maybe from crying. She thought. You also looked pale. She knew that she needed to take care of you.

Every now so and then she forces you to at least take a bite of your food but it wasn’t successful.

You’re failing your classes, but you never cared about them anyway. You only did it because you knew hermione would be happy, and also nagging if you didn’t.

(With all my heart that i have,

There is only you, you know?)

It was true. Only Hermione can take the space in your heart. She’s the only one you loved. And you wouldn’t want anybody else. You wanted to be with her. But you can’t, She’s not here. And that makes your heart ache more than you could ever know.

(My life right now,

There is only you with all my heart,)

You would keep waiting for her. Even if it would take years. You still believed that she would come back. For you.

Ginny seemed to have moved on. She was now her usual fun side. It was as if The three never went missing. But you knew deep down inside her, she still feels sad.

You are now for the last time waiting.

You’re sitting, resting my head on my bed.

You knew deep down inside me that you will always be waiting. Just for her to come back.

All of this made you want to die. It was as if you wanted to rip your heart out off your chest.

Missing her, felt like stabbing a hundred knives straight to your heart. But you know that if she sees you like this, she wouldn’t like it.

A few days after she left, you felt like she let you go and you didn’t want that. You don’t want her to let go but she already did. There’s nothing else you can do.

Don’t let go of my hand,

Please don’t Mione,

Don’t let me end up like this.

“I will not let you end up like that.” a familiar voice sent shivers to your spine. You hadn’t heard her voice for so long.

You knew she wouldn’t leave you.

A big smile then crept up on your face.

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(The song is from thailand, GAP the series, by Nam Orntara- Don’t let me end up like this.)

#hermione granger #hermione #hermione x you #hermione granger x you #hermione x reader #hermione granger x reader #hogwarts #harry potter #ron weasley

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sailforvalinor · 11 months ago

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Some of my HP headcanons:

The entirety of Gryffindor House was extremely confused as to whether or not Fred and Angelina were dating--and that's because they made a pact in their third year to make everyone confused about it on purpose. Situations such as these would arise:

Gryffindor student: "Are you and Angelina dating?"

Fred: "Whaaaat? Noo. Absolutely not."

Angelina: *comes in through the portrait hole* "Fred, what color are your dress robes for the Yule Ball? If they clash with my gown, I'll kill you."

Gryffindor student: "Angelina, are you and Fred dating?"

Angelina: *holds up their interlocked hands* "Of course we are!"

Fred, affronted: "I'm George."

By their seventh year, George noted to Ginny, the only other person in on the joke, that he was pretty sure that the two of them were starting to get pretty confused about it themselves.

2. When Hermione's parents first bought a computer, Ron was the only one of all of their acquaintance who could beat it at chess. They'd never admit it, but this was one of the first things that made them take him seriously as marriage material for Hermione.

3. After the war, Harry often went out of his way to hang out with Luna, sometimes with Ron and Hermione in tow, sometimes not. Among other things, they watched a lot of Muggle films together at Harry's flat, and eventually started watching Friends together as it aired every week. If Harry noticed any similarities between Luna and Phoebe, he kept his mouth shut.

4. Remus Lupin is a Frank Sinatra fan. That's it, that's the headcanon.

5. Charlie Weasley has a personal vendetta against J.R.R. Tolkien, claiming that he mischaracterized and misrepresented dragons.

6. You would think that Bill would be the first of the Weasley siblings to get a tattoo, but it was actually Ron, who got one after he and Harry were dared to get matching ones by Ginny when they were nineteen and his pride was on the line. However, Molly still thinks that Bill was the first, as Ron didn't tell her that he had a tattoo for a good five years.

#i probably have more but these are all i'm remembering #also i feel like tolkien and lewis were wizards in the hp world. simply because rowling is such a big fan lol #harry potter #hp headcanon #luna lovegood #remus lupin #ron weasley #hermione granger #bill weasley #ginny weasley #fred weasley #angelina johnson

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 1 year ago

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An unpopular hinny opinion?

You know what's funny? I have like fifty different takes I could give you, but I'm going to go with something that's been living rent free in my head since I wrote Harry and Ginny's reunion.

I believe in the first months after the war, Harry wouldn't be particularly fond of Ginny's friendship with Neville, I believe he would be jealous (not because he would actually have anything to worry about of course). I don't think it's something that would ever become a problem, but if during those months someone had asked Harry if he wanted to hex Neville, he would've waited a second before saying "no".

But this opinion of mine is based on what?

Neville, like Luna, has always been closer to Ginny than Harry, this is not a mystery. I've always found very telling for example how in OotP, Neville and Luna get involved in the Ministry business because of Ginny, in contrast, Ron and Hermione get involved because of Harry. Harry goes because of Sirius, and Ginny underlines how she wants to go because of Sirius. It's a very significant moment that defines the dynamics we'll see again in DH.

Neville's closeness to Ginny is also remarked by Ginny being the one reminding James to say "hi" to Neville in the epilogue.

The thing is though: while Neville and Ginny are friends, they aren't close enough in the first six books to justify Neville being Albus' godfather. So, of course, the experience that would explain Neville being appointed that role is Neville and Ginny's year leading the rebellion at Hogwarts (also in the perspective that an epilogue should be justified by the previously told story). This means that Harry left Ginny and Neville's relationship before the hunt as a good friendship and came back to a much closer bond. From Harry's perspective, it's a bit like it happened in a second. In a way, to him, it's unjustified, and therefore on some level menacing.

Now, this is the premise, but there are other elements.

Neville had already been once a potential love interest for Ginny: when they went to the Yule Ball together. A date for Ginny that was carefully chosen by the author to not trigger any reviling feelings for Ginny in Harry. Neville at the time was someone Harry considered a loser, in no way a potential threat. And yet even back then, Harry's first worry, after he started dancing, was making sure Ginny was having a terrible time with Neville (lol). [I'm not saying Harry was in love with Ginny, but the first two books already establish a subconscious attraction towards Ginny]

After the war though, Neville is a war hero, and someone Harry has already recognised as valuable.

Plus, the idea that Neville was smart enough to ask Ginny to be his date goes to touch one of Harry's great regrets: not having noticed Ginny earlier.

With this am I saying that Harry doubts Ginny's love for him? No.

But the immediate post-war period is a very emotionally fragile one.

The simple fact that Neville and Ginny were involved in a dangerous situation together at Hogwarts is already potentially quite annoying to Harry. Not only is Harry used to being involved in anything dangerous that happens at Hogwarts, and not being part of this one thing would increase a sense of exclusion, but once Harry makes his peace with how in danger Ginny was during the war, the fact that Neville was there to protect her and he wasn't would annoy the hell out of him (he would also be grateful to Neville but that comes later). Harry's one priority in life is Ginny's safety and it's also a way in which he channels his love for her. I know it's a bit of a toxic male take, but I do think realistically Harry would live Neville's ability to be there for Ginny as a sort of "invasion of territory", protecting Ginny is his thing, during the war, it was the only way he had left to love her. The breakup is after all Harry's way of brainwashing himself into thinking that will keep Ginny safe.

Again, Harry would be aware that Ginny doesn't have romantic feelings for Neville, but sometimes a bit of jealousy can't be helped. Harry is possessive of Ginny, not in a toxic way, but let's put it this way: he's definitely on the spectrum's opposite side of a person who would want an open relationship.

I'm also quite sure that Ginny being someone any breathing creature drools after doesn't help to convince Harry Neville does not have feelings for her.

To summarise, the factors that would feed into Harry's jealousy would be a sense of inadequacy and a sense of exclusion from Ginny's life that he already displays in the sixth book. What originally started to trigger Harry's feelings for Ginny was the annoyance of not being a constant part of her life and the worry she was choosing someone else over him after years of subconsciously taking for granted she would never do that (any possible love interest of Ginny is never shown in a good romantic dynamic with Ginny until Dean, until Harry can be jealous because the story is ready for him to be).

#Imagine if #Harry chose to name his son after Snape because Ginny wanted Neville to be the godfather and Snape hated Neville #lol #ginny weasley #harry potter #harry x ginny #hinny

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mastermindmiko · 2 years ago

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Heaven on earth

Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

Word count: 2852

summary: You spent Christmas at the burrow with the rest of the Weasleys while trying to get over your long-term crush Fred Weasley because you weren’t sure how your best friend Ginny would react to your feelings.

Trigger Warnings: One tiny sexual thought, Fred calling you ‘sis’ twice maybe?, parents being judggy, horrible writing, kissing and mentions of sex

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You were at the burrow for Christmas with your best friend Ginny Weasley. Your parents were away for a trip and you were going to stay at Hogwarts, but then Ginny found out and insisted that you stay with her. When you refused for the first time, she practically dragged you here.

You loved Ginny and all the Weasleys, you would’ve loved staying with them for Christmas and even for the rest of your life. There was however a small complication, you’ve liked Fred for two years. The only reason this would be a problem is because when you first started hanging out with Ginny she confessed about how many other people she befriended only used her to reach her brothers.

You then promised that you would never do that to her, but you were eleven when you said that. Boys were disgusting creatures, some of them still are but there are few exceptions. You first started catching feelings for Fred when you were thirteen and now at the age of fifteen your feelings only intensified.

You couldn’t help but believe that even if Ginny’s feelings wouldn’t get hurt by assuming that you used her for this long, Fred only views you as a little sister since you hung out so much with Ginny.

Fred had done things that could’ve made you think that he actually liked you but then he’d go and call you a good friend for his sister. Back in your third year he called you ‘sis’ you had spent the week on the verge of crying, and then he asked Angelina to the yule ball, it only made you sadder. You couldn’t even talk to Ginny about it, so your feelings were bottled up for a long time. Now you have a better grip of your feelings considering your best friend's brother.

You were now being greeted by everyone at the burrow, Molly gave you a kiss on your head and said how happy she was to see you. You gave her a smile and you greeted Bill, Charlie and George; and you had even talked to Harry who even though he had been on the train together you didn’t talk to him. You had already talked to Ron earlier so you didn’t bother talking to him.

Fred then came down rushing in, saying out loud “What’s happening?” When he reached the bottom of the stairs his eyes skimmed the room smiling when he noticed his siblings.

Even though Ginny mentioned that Fred and George -as they should- still spent Christmas at the Burrow, you weren’t ready to see Fred. You had always been able to tell Fred and George apart even by the slight differences on their faces.

You would never admit it but most of your time in the Great Hall was spent looking at Fred not eating. His smile fell off his face when he saw you standing there, you averted your gaze from him; on the train you had decided that now that you were going to see Fred it would be the perfect opportunity to get over all your feelings.

You would now see him for almost three weeks and that means you wouldn’t have time to fantasise about him; and you could focus on his flaws -which you were yet to find any that bothered you enough to get over him-

You watched as he greeted Ron, Harry, and Ginny; you tried not to notice the cute smile on his face as he saw the rest of his family for the first time in a while, and you suppressed the fluttering feeling in your stomach. Molly ushered everyone to the kitchen and you said in a raised voice “I’m going to go get my bags, I left them outside.”

You went out the door and started to grab your heavy suitcase; when you had lifted it near your chest you noticed it got much lighter. You at first thought you were getting stronger but then you heard a small “Hi.”

You let out a small squeak and jumped slightly letting go of the suitcase, taking a step away. Fred was standing there with your heavy suitcase in one hand, you noticed how the veins in his hands and arms flexed; and you tried not to think about them around your body and your neck.

He had the other hand in a wave motion, you then said “Hey.”

“I just came out to help you with your bag, and uh I didn’t get to talk to you when I came downstairs.” He said as he moved closer to you and let go of your bag, putting it on the ground. You didn’t notice what he was doing until he had wrapped you in a tight embrace, you ignored the butterflies and put your arms around him. You didn’t let yourself indulge in the moment and his comforting smell -marshmallows and fireworks-

Fred let out a large sigh when he put his arms around you, he felt himself relax even more as you reciprocated his hug. As soon as he saw you in the Burrow his heart almost leaped out of his chest, and he didn’t know how to react -not expecting to see you there- So he wiped his face from all emotion as he did in emotional moments. He was going to the kitchen when George elbowed him in the ribs and told him to go help ‘his future girl’ with carrying her bag.

He knew for a fact that right now while Ginny, his dad and mom were preparing the dinner, all his siblings and Harry were looking out the window watching this interaction with their full attention. George had found out about his feelings because of how much his gaze went to you during Hogwarts; and Ron and Harry found out by how much of Fred’s letters to Ron were mostly questions about you. Bill and Charlie found out by Ron blabbing about it in front of them, he got teased endlessly by his older brothers. He would’ve asked Ginny for the information about you and he did but he then stopped when his mom lectured all of the brothers about how Ginny thinks that all her friends like her because of them.

He couldn’t do that to his sister so instead he opted to talk to Ron about you and make all his brothers swear not to tell Ginny about his obvious feelings. He started liking you last year and he cringed at the memory of him calling you a sister in his sixth year. He let go of you slowly, noticing that the amount of time you both hugged would’ve been too much for you not to notice his feelings.

He grabbed your bag from the ground and you smiled at him gratefully, he didn’t utter a single word as he walked to the burrow with you beside him. He opened the door for you then he put the bag down, he looked at you with a slight blush -that you didn’t notice.

“Thanks.” You said looking at him, he averted your gaze and replied “No problem, sis.” He then turned around and went quickly to the kitchen, and you tried not to give a single care to the sinking feeling in your chest and you reminded yourself that this is the reason why you have to get over him; and it seemed as if it wouldn’t be that hard because he didn’t talk to you for the next two days.

***

It was Christmas and you were in Ginny’s room putting on a warmer jacket while everyone was downstairs exchanging presents. You had gotten Molly a muggle cook book and Arthur a bunch of muggle stationary with a camera, and you had gotten Ginny a broomstick kit. Ginny insisted that you only get presents for three people because of how you didn’t know that you were coming and that she didn’t want you spending too much money with your parents out of the country.

You picked up the jacket and went to stand in front of a mirror to put it on when you heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” you said, and watched as Fred came into the room. Your eyebrows furrowed, a feeling of slight hurt going over you at remembering him calling you a sister. You had talked to him after but only the essential things like "Fred can you pass me the salt?” and him giving it to you and after a small thanks from you a small, “no problem.”

“Hi.” He said, and you replied with a small awkward, “hi.”

He stepped closer to you as he said “I got you something.” Only then you registered the small red box he had in his hand, and then you quickly felt both flattered and guilty “Fred, I didn’t get you anything; you shouldn’t have.”

He waved a hand in a dismissing motion, he felt nervous; which he never did around girls, maybe it was because he actually liked you and that he would actually feel sad if he ruined your already fragile relationship. He only called you a sister once again because he felt nervous and it’s an immediate feeling dismisser. After he had told his brothers the story they had a good laugh and they told him to get you a gift to try to mend your friendship, because if that’s the only thing that you both could have together he wanted it all.

He spent hours trying to find the perfect gift for you, he had found Angelina also shopping for a gift and when he asked her for advice after laughing at his face she told him to get a customisable one. He had got you a necklace that said “amica mea” It meant “my love” in latin, and he wasn’t smart enough to know that so that was another thanks to Angelina.

You watched as he handed you the box and said “Merry Christmas.” You grabbed the box from him with a blush that matched its colour, and you opened it and there was a silver necklace with some words that you were too nervous and flattered to ask what they meant. “Can you-” you said as you motioned between the necklace and your neck.

He nodded quickly as he said “yeah, yeah.” He ran behind you and took the necklace from your hand and opened it, he pushed your hair from your neck which caused goosebumps to rise on your neck and butterflies to start flying in Fred’s stomach. You looked at him from the mirror and watched as he placed the necklace around your neck, his hands lingered there for a few seconds; before your eyes connected in the mirror.

You turned around and your turn made your hair fall on your back once again, you shyly tilted your head up to him and said “I really like it. Thank you.” He shook his head slightly as he looked at you and said “It’s nothing.”

You kept looking into his eyes as you asked “What does it mean?” You didn’t notice the blush on his face but you did notice his gaze going to your lips, and you couldn’t help but lick them under his gaze. “It means-” he cut himself off as he leaned in slightly and licked his own lips and he continued “It means-”

His sentence was cut off by Ginny entering the room saying your name loudly and followed by “Dinner’s ready!” You and Fred moved apart quickly and you hoped she wouldn’t notice your blush or the necklace. Her eyes skimmed the room and both of you then repeated her sentence “Dinner’s ready, come on let’s go.”

You nodded as you quickly left the room trying to erase the blush from your face while going down the stairs. You had forgotten to put on the jacket that was still on your arm and you put it on. When you reached down stairs, it seemed that you and Fred had a mutual unspoken agreement that you wouldn’t mention what could’ve happened and that you both would ignore how your hearts skipped several beats at the thought of the interaction.

Molly had ushered everyone together so Arthur could take a picture of the entire family with you and Harry at Christmas. While everyone was standing into the frame, Fred watched as his father struggled to work the camera that you got him. Charlie, Bill and George all kept switching places until you and Fred were standing beside each other.

He glared at his brothers while they gave him shameless smiles. Ginny and you wrapped your arms around each other when Ginny whispered a joke to you, you laughed and an instant smile appeared on Fred’s face and then Arthur clicked the camera.

Molly replicated the picture into two and gave you one and framed the other with her wand. It was a moving picture because you asked George to charm it. The picture was everyone smiling while you burst into laughter from Ginny’s joke. You didn’t notice Fred looking at you like he just found out that there was a heaven on earth because of you but Ginny did.

***

You had your bags in your hand as you were standing in front of the door, you waited for everyone to go downstairs and say goodbye to you. You wore a dress because your parents were coming today and they always judged you and you wanted to make them proud so you tried to look good.

Fred entered the room, you were still wearing the necklace he gave you and you were frantically straightening out your hair and outfit trying to look as perfect as possible. When you saw him you asked “Do I look okay?”

He nodded and said “you look beautiful as always.” A blush covered your cheeks when he came closer to you and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. His gaze lingered on your lips and then you decided to be brave, you cupped his face with your hands and pressed your lips against his.

you pull back feeling him unmoving; you see him frozen, face emotionless. Apologies immediately start tumbling from your mouth, mostly consisting of swear words and ‘sorry’s’ and ‘I should have asked you first’. your face is extremely flushed 20% from the kiss and 80% from embarrassment. You moved back several steps, and you grabbed your suitcase again.

Then you hear him mumble a few words that you didn't catch. “What?” you asked in a dazed voice, trying to suppress the blush that is on your face right now; and trying to recover from the embarrassment.

“Do it again.”

Now you’re the one whose frozen, your blush intensifies. He probably catches on to the fact that you won’t be moving any time soon and adds, “or I will.”

Then the next thing you know is his lips on yours. He had crossed the room in a matter of seconds, and cupped your face with both his hands. Your face fit perfectly in his hands as if he was made to hold you and you made to be with him. After the shock from his actions had fully settled you let your suitcase drop on the floor carelessly and you fisted the collar of his robes in your hands and pulled him down, so you can kiss him properly.

You felt him smile in the kiss and you smiled as well, you then were interrupted by several loud cheers from George, Bill, Charlie and Ginny. You were embarrassed and you were worried that Ginny was mad but then you registered the cheering and that she said “About time.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and Ginny rolled her eyes at your reaction. She let out a large scoff and said “You seriously didn’t think I’d notice you gawking at my brother for the past two years everyday.” She saw Fred smirk and she then turned to him and added “Don’t get too cocky yourself, you couldn’t send me a letter for an entire year without asking me about her. You also gave her a necklace with the words ‘My love’ written on them, you weren’t really subtle.”

George, Bill and Charlie erupted with laughter at both your faces. You said goodbye to everyone and then you walked out only to find Fred holding your suitcase smirking “I’ll take you back.” You smiled at his words and went with him.

You didn’t get home until after midnight. You and Fred got side-tracked and he insisted on taking you out on a date that involved more kissing and a lot more than that.

#fred wealsey fic #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley #fredweasleyimagine #weasley #weasleytwins #ginnyweasley #fred weasly x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred #hogwarts #fanfiction #necklace #christmas #theburrow #harrypotterimagine #harrypotter #ginny weasley

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beans-core · 4 months ago

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I need to get this out of my system but I can’t write itttt AUGH so here

harry and ron decide to go to the Yule ball as friends

Other people decide to go with a person to the Yule ball as friends too, like Neville and Ginny. So what if Ron and Harry said “fuck it” and went to the Yule Ball together.

I’ve seen a few fics like it, but istg I need something in depth.

It’s pretty taboo (the wizarding world is really behind on all this stuff) but the boys still don’t care.

(Maybe this is a fic where one of Ron’s brothers is queer so he’s a confused-but-he’s-got-the-spirit ally. Harry has never really cared too much about his reputation unless it’s about actually important stuff so close-minded idiots sneering and calling him slurs is like the least of his worries— he’s got a death tournament to survive.)

The opening dance is required, so they dance hilariously bad on purpose, spinning wildly and only not knocking into the other contestants out of respect. Ron dips him at the end of the dance, but he does it way too deeply— Harry’s hair brushes the floor. Harry flings his leg into the air dramatically as he dips, and goes red in the face trying not to laugh when his shoe flings off and goes flying. He’s wearing a pair of socks that Dobby made him, and can feel the dissaproving stares so sharply. It’s great.

For all the homophobes, they fake kiss in the middle of the floor with loud smooching noises and crack up laughing when they see Karkaroff go purple with anger. Snape, who has been busting couples from eating face all night, is mysteriously not around to stop them. Harry is sure it’s only because he hates this stuffy dance as much as they do. But despite this, Harry and Ron begrudgingly decide that they owe him one.

When they decide to dance some more they head to the area that the stuffy purebloods have put themselves in. They (lightly) knock into others this time, flipping off any assholes as they twirl around. Half of the people seem to be offended, and the other half are trying to look offended and failing. The two call it a success.

Harry teaches Ron every muggle dance he can recall, recruiting Hermione once she stops being mad at them for not letting her know about their plans. (They kept their ‘dates’ a secret out of pettiness for Hermione not telling who her date was.)

The three of them make a joke out of every slow dance by doing the Macarena to the slow beat of the song— Hermione is embarrassed once she remembers Krum is watching, but Krum is on board, always down to crash a bougie-people party. Most of the muggleborns and halfbloods are unsuccessfully stifling laughter at this charade, and Harry has to appreciate Hogwarts unity as a few dozen students scattered about on the dance floor, all from varying houses (even a slytherin or two), join in on the mocking-Macarena.

About halfway through one of the slow songs, Hermione whispers into Ron’s ear. And then, oh god, Ron is trying to twerk and does so horrendously, nearly ripping open the ass of his dress robes and still going slowly to the beat. Hermione lets out her real laugh, a true witch’s cackle, as she runs from the crime scene back to Krum. And it is a crime scene, really, because Ron murdered any dignity he could have had left. Harry wheezes so hard he can barely hold himself up, so Ron has to drag him away to the tables for drinks so he doesn’t fall over.

Percy comes up to them and scolds them in hushed tones for coming to an event drunk, and that gets Harry laughing impossibly harder, attracting attention from more people. Ron announces, very loudly and to Percy’s face, that he could cast a sobriety checking spell if he wanted. They were both sober, in an unaltered state of mind, and completely unrepentant. Percy storms off, and they do a completely sarcastic toast to the ministry.

The Weasley twins find them soon after and nearly crush Ron to death in a hug, saying how proud they are of their baby prankster through tears that the younger boys can’t tell are real or fake.

The four boys team up to do one last prank later in the evening: while the band is on break and the music is coming from a dingy old record player, they get a vinyl of cringy muggle pop music from a muggleborn hufflepuff. They replace the disc during the last half hour of the ball, and the twins put a clever sort-of-sticking charm on it so it takes a good while to remove it. Almost all of the attendees vacate the hall and go outside in the cold trying to escape the music— it’s amazing. The band doesn’t back down though, moving their equipment onto a transfigured stage and playing their last few songs outside in the snow. It’s like a fucking concert, and the students who’ve given up on pretending like the whole thing hasn’t been fun have a blast. Everyone is moving now, whether to stay warm or to dance or all of the above. The twins let off some of their fireworks at the end of the closing song, and everyone cheers and oohs and aahs.

As Harry sits with his friends, he feels like a stupid, rowdy, reckless teenager. He’s having the time of his life. He feels normal.

(The hufflepuff who lent them the vinyl doesn’t get that specific one back, but Harry recruits Hermione to buy her a new one, along with another vinyl from the same artist and an ABBA album.)

McGonagall takes 100 points from Gryffindor each and gives Harry and Ron weeks-long detentions for embarrassing their house after she had explicitly told everyone not to. The boys just smile and say it was worth it. She even hears a few passerby’s agreeing. McGonagall looks exasperated and, weirdly, nostalgic.

(They were so reminiscent of the Marauders, those four boys. She herself had to stifle a laugh when Ron and Harry began massacring their public images on the dance floor. Just like Sirius and James, those two.)

#hp #if anyone has additions PLS tell me #i’m so not normal about this #harry potter and the goblet of fire #triwizard tournament #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #the golden trio #golden trio era #yule ball #harry potter yule ball #fanfic #fanfiction #long post #idk if this is actually a longpost but I think it’s pretty fkn long #my writing #beans writing

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schmem14 · 1 year ago

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Hello friends! Recently, I participated in the fourth HP Rare Pair fest, and with 81 unique and beautiful entries it was a veritable FEAST for the eyes and heart and soul. (Check out the whole collection here)

I wanted to take a moment to post highlights of the fics that just really brought me to my knees in hopes that you’ll fangirl/boy/person over them with me!

1. Evergreen by @thecouchsofa (23k)- Harry Potter x George Weasley What would happen if Harry asked George to go to the Yule Ball with him instead of Parvati? This GOF Yule Ball AU is sure to slay you with sheer adorableness. I couldn’t stop smiling and squealing through the whole thing. This rare pair is one of my favorites, and this fic went above and beyond, plus it’s the perfect holiday read! Rating: T

2. Lonely Creatures by @apricitydays-lazynights (5k)- Severus Snape x Giant Squid The prompt to put these two together could easily have been pure hentai crack nonsense (which is a brilliant option) but this story did things to me that I can’t even put into words. It’s tender, melancholy, and cuts to the heart of Severus Snape’s isolation and longing to be seen and loved. The details of this are so richly woven, and I particularly enjoyed the authors’ focus on Mermlish/Merfolk. Standing ovation to this fic! Rating: E

3. Slice of Night by SquibNation10 (9k)- Aurora Sinistra x Severus Snape This was the fic that took me the most by surprise. I love the creativity in taking a character who gets very few canon details and making them real and beautiful and believable. Auror Sinistra is divine in this, and I’ll give some honorable mentions to both Argus Filch and Rolanda Hooch as excellent supporting characters that also don’t typcially get a lot of spotlight. What a gorgeous slice of life fic! Rating: T

3. Quick Quotes and Quibbles by RainstormRadish (3k)- Luna Lovegood x Rita Skeeter Rita and Luna have to work together to cover the wedding of Neville Longbottom and Pansy Parkinson. There’s just something about a story told in unconventional medium that will always ALWAYS pull me in! This unlikely pairing comes together in the sweetest way, their strong personalities balancing each other out until they become a formidable team. I particularly loved the graphics and paper trail memos/epistolary style storytelling. Rating: T

4. Your seat, it’s the best seat by @the-houseryn (17k)- Ron Weasley x Draco Malfoy MOVE OVER only one bed, there’s a new trope in town and it’s the ONLY ONE SEAT trope!! This was sexy, flirtatous, and hot AF. I’m always down for a Dron fic, but this one is one of the best I’ve read in a while, with some delicious pining and a predictably oblivious Ron. Do yourself a favor and indulge in the lap-sitting fic of the year! Rating: E

5. Vivaldi and Hot Chocolate by @patriceavril (6k)- Percy Weasley x Stan Shunpike What was Percy up to in OTP/HBP? What a lonely life that must have been! This fic was soft and sweet, giving some much-needed love to a character that we all wrote off in canon for being a stuck-up prick. I love how Percy seeks out the warmth and comfort of the Knight Bus, coming back for more because of the kind-hearted and bubbly Stan Shunpike, who always insists on giving Percy free hot chocolate. I never expected to be so enamoured by this pairing, but I am! Rating: T

6. The monster you feed by @ghostfelicis188 (11k)- Regulus Black x Remus Lupin This canon-compliant fic tore me to shreds. TO SHREDS. Like, I am such a simp for tragic Remus romances, and this took the cake. Features: pining artist Remus, and shit-eating cruel Regulus who toys with Remus the whole damn fic. If you like hurt no comfort, this is the fic for you. *Chefs Kiss* Rating: M

7. Gilded Web by @emilyrickman AlihotsyTotsy (8k)- George Weasley x Blaise Zabini I cannot believe that this understated fic packed such a punch in 8,000 words. George agrees to an undercover operation to investigate the mysterious deaths of Mrs. Zabini’s deceased husbands. He is so pure in this, his characterization charming and believable, I just need more of this George! Bonus points for references to “the Sting” Rating: M

8. Sleeping with Ghosts by @ghaniblue (21k)- Harry Potter x Regulus Black x Draco Malfoy My initial thoughts when encountering this relationship tag was something akin to a bewildered head scratch but OMG the best thing about this fest is having expectations completely upended! This fic slayed hard with a slow burn, found family, semi-sentient house renovation angle that had me completely melted by the end. Rating: M

9. The Last Trial of Peter Petegrew by @sleepstxtic (20 k)- Peter Petegrew x James Potter If possible, I’d like to ram this fic down the throats of all my mutuals with a plea to PLEASE READ THIS FIC. I can’t begin to describe in a tiny paragraph what this did to me. Often Peter Petegrew is relegated to the traitor bus in fandom (understandable) but this took every mean and traitorous part of his character and made me almost like him despite his treachery! The format of this was also a delight to read, and I love that Hermione presents the case for Peter Petegrew in this meta purgatory-style courtroom drama. Rating: M

10. Anatomy of a memory by @venom0usbarbie (9k)- Ginny Weasley x Tom Riddle This story was pure poetry wrapped in a sinister diary-shaped package. I love the self-fulfilling prophecy nature of this time loop style storyline, as well as the toxic obsession and manipulation played out between Ginny and Tom. What a mindfuck ending that was, too! Kudos to the “Tom Riddle is his own Warning” tag. Rating: M

11. Sweet Boy by @maraudersaffair (6k)- Narcissa Black Malfoy x Harry Potter A not-quite-fake dating fic with lots of smut, thirst, and mommy/praise kink? Yes, please! I was literally panting by the end of this, Harry and Narcissa are so hot together! Rating: E

12. Growing Suspicion by nocturn (1.8k)- Neville Longbottom x Marcus Flint Someone keeps mutilating Neville’s plants, and he’s going to get to the bottom of it OR that time Marcus expresses feelings but doesn’t understand proper plant care. This fic was A-DOR-ABLE. Love me a good Hogwarts professors/staff fic, and this was just a bite-sized delight to read. Rating: G

13. For Your Burning Gaze by SquibNation10 (22k)- Neville Longbottom x Pansy Parkinson The fic that I most want to see a sequel for award goes to… this Twilight Zone post-war marriage law fic complete with creepy house elves and a very troubled Pansy, who seems to be the only one realizing that something is not quite right! This is one of the best Panville fics I’ve read, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. Rating: E

Thanks to @hprarepairfest for putting on another amazing fest!

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romione-trope-fest · 9 months ago

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The One Where Everybody Finds Out

Title: The One Where Everybody Finds Out

Author: alltoowellread

Selected Trope: Fake NOT Dating

Summary: A non-Voldy AU where Hermione & Ron get together in 4th year and then keep it a secret…until they don’t.

Inspired by the Friends episodes The One With All The Resolutions and The One Where Everybody Finds Out.

Word Count: 4,943

Rating: General Audiences

TW: implications of underage shenanigans

Notes: Italics at the beginning indicate lines taken directly from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Although I did not put them in italics, there are also quite a few lines taken directly from two episodes of Friends (The One With All The Resolutions and The One Where Everybody Finds Out.)

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Harry climbed into the common room and found Ron and Hermione having a blazing row. Standing ten feet apart, they were bellowing at each other, each scarlet in the face.

“Well, if you don’t like it, you know what the solution is, don’t you?” yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger.

“Oh yeah?” Ron yelled back. “What’s that?”

“Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!”

Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water. Then, as Hermione turned on her heel to storm up the girls’ staircase, Ron raced across the room and grabbed her arm before she could take another step. Hermione turned to him, face tense as if she expected Ron to continue their row with another biting remark. But Ron’s face was determined rather than angry now. And Hermione’s expression quickly turned to shock as he leaned down and kissed her.

Harry immediately sank back into the portrait hole. It was clear that neither of them had noticed him entering and he very much wanted to keep it that way now that they were…well, snogging. Ron and Hermione were snogging. Hermione had very quickly gotten over her shock and returned Ron’s kiss fervently, so that Harry’s two best friends were now without a doubt groping at each other and kissing as if their life depended on it.

Harry turned on his heel and decided to go anywhere that wasn’t the common room. Even the Slytherin common room would be preferred.

Harry very much hoped that his friends would realize where they were quite quickly so that they would move somewhere a bit more private. Harry thought it was lucky that it was he who had caught them, as any other member of the Weasley family or even another Gryffindor student would have called them out immediately. As it was, Harry was much more inclined to ignore what he saw until Ron and Hermione decided to bring it up to him themselves.

Which they did…never.

Not over Christmas break.

Not for the remaining part of the school year.

Not even when they all came together again at the Burrow after a short time apart in the summer.

For the first few months, Harry wondered if Ron and Hermione had actually decided to ignore the kiss altogether. Besides a few weeks of awkward moments between the two of them when they were with other people, they didn’t give any indication that anything had happened at all. They even went back to their usual bickering fairly quickly after the night of the Yule Ball. No one else seemed to notice anything different about the two of them, and Harry expected he wouldn’t have either if he hadn’t seen them kissing with his own two eyes.

However, once Harry started paying closer attention, he realized that they often made up excuses for doing one thing or another that gave them ample time to be alone together without anyone else catching on. Hermione would go to the library to study instead of coming down to the Great Hall for dinner (nothing strange about that), and then Ron would suddenly remember something he had left in the dormitory (and it would take quite a long time for him to find whatever it was). Harry found it rather amusing, and since he didn’t particularly want the dynamics of their friendship to change if they didn’t have to, he decided not to push the subject.

***

Ron and Hermione’s luck ran out towards the end of the summer. Grimmauld Place, where they spent most of the holidays, was much larger than the Burrow and thus made it much easier to sneak off to various rooms under the guise of “cleaning”. Except one day the “cleaning” occupied both of them so much that they didn’t notice when a certain red-headed young woman walked past the very cupboard where they had decided to “clean”.

Ginny was so shocked that she was momentarily speechless. She decided to do the same thing that Harry had done upon catching his two best friends. She turned on her heel and walked right back where she came from.

Harry, who had been sent by Mrs. Weasley to find Ron and Hermione, ran right into Ginny as soon as she turned the corner. There were a few seconds of apologies and steadying each other, and then Harry noticed the look of shock that was still on Ginny’s face.

“Are you alright, Gin?” Harry asked. He looked furtively behind her down the hallway. “Is there some sort of boggart nearby or something that we’ve missed?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Ginny said quickly. “I just…uh…might have seen something.”

“Seen something?” Harry repeated, still looking worried. Then, remembering what he’d experienced months ago, he quickly realized where Ron and Hermioned might have gotten to and what that might have entailed.

Ginny, noticing the “ah-ha” moment that she recognized so well from Harry, immediately went from shocked to suspicious. She narrowed her eyes and said, “Do you know something?”

Harry still wasn’t sure if what he suspected had happened, had actually happened. Since he still wanted things to stay the way they were, he wasn’t willing to give anything away yet. He asked, “Do you know something?”

“I might know something,” said Ginny, crossing her arms.

“I might know something, too.”

“What’s the thing you know?” Ginny glared.

“Oh no,” Harry shook his head. “I can’t tell you until you tell me what you know.”

“Well, I don’t want to tell you what I know.” Ginny was now no longer shocked nor suspicious, but rather annoyed that she may have been out of the loop on a very interesting piece of information.

“Well then I can’t tell you what I know,” Harry insisted.

“Okay, fine,” Ginny huffed.

Neither of them moved for a few moments, since they were equally stubborn and didn’t want to be the first one to break. Harry, however, had had a much longer time to process what they both now knew, and curiosity eventually got the better of Ginny.

“All right,” Ginny spoke up, “how about I turn around and I walk back down this hallway and I will see that thing that I think that I know is actually the thing that I think that I know!”

Harry gasped. “You know!”

Ginny pointed at Harry. “And you know!”

“Yeah, I know!”

“Ron and Hermione?! Oh, this is unbelievable!” Ginny paused, her brow crinkling a bit. “Except not really. Hermione’s had a crush on Ron since second year and I’m sure Ron has had one on Hermione for at least as long. It’s more unbelievable that they both finally got over themselves and finally did something about it.” Ginny paused again, then glared at Harry. “How long have you known?”

“Too long,” Harry replied.

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“Of course not. I didn’t want to bring it up if they weren’t going to.”

Ginny rolled her eyes and muttered what sounded like, “Typical.” Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she smiled slowly. “I’m going to give him so much hell about this.”

“Listen, I don’t think we should say anything about this to anybody. It would be too weird.”

“It would be too funny,” Ginny countered. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, since you don’t have siblings.”

“How would you feel if Ron got involved in your love life?” Harry countered.

Ginny had the decency to stop to think about it for a few moments. Then she sighed and said, “Fine. You’re right. But they’re lucky it was me who caught them, not Fred and George. They would have no mercy.”

***

Unfortunately, Fred & George were indeed the next ones to find out.

In fact, they found out in the presence of Ginny, who for Hermione’s sake (definitely not Ron’s) had actually become rather fierce about keeping their secret the longer it went on. Plus, she appreciated that it had become a little inside joke between her and Harry.

The three Weasleys were in a deserted part of the castle fine-tuning their Portable Swamp item. Normally the twins kept all of the products they were testing under wraps, but since Ginny had been the one to joke about a portable swamp they had decided to include her in on its creation. Plus, George admitted that she “had good ideas sometimes I guess”. As they were casting not-quite-allowed charms in a large hallway, they had made sure to put up wards that made it impossible for someone to see or hear them unless they were right on top of them, which didn’t seem likely given that this wasn’t a very well-known part of the castle. Plus, the three of them kept an eye on the Marauders’ Map that Harry had let them borrow.

Fred noticed the two dots on the map first. His first thought when seeing that it was Ron and Hermione was that they were on their prefect rounds. “Shit!” He exclaimed.

“What?” George and Ginny said together, glancing at the map simultaneously.

George had the same thought as his twin and said, “Let’s hope the wards work. Looks like they’re coming down the opposite stairway. That’s pretty far away. With any luck, they won’t come any closer.”

Ginny, knowing the real reason why Ron and Hermione found themselves in such a secluded area, was less worried about being caught than catching. “Why don’t we just finish up and leave before they get too close?”

“It’ll be fine,” Fred insisted. “We’ll just keep quiet.”

Ginny was at a loss as to what to do next. She decided there was only so much she could do to help Hermione (again, definitely not Ron), and if the two of them were careless enough to be caught by the twins then it was not her fault. Ginny decided to keep her eyes firmly planted on the map. George did the same. Fred was the one to turn around to keep Ron and Hermione in sight in case a quick departure was necessary.

Ginny was not surprised when a few minutes later Fred shouted out, “Oh! Ohh! Ahh!!!”

George was surprised, and turned around quickly. “What?!”

“Ahhh!!” Fred continued. Then explained, pointing in the direction of the couple, “Ron and Hermione! Ron and Hermione!”

“Oh Merlin!” George cried, finally seeing what Fred was on about.

“RON AND HERMIONE!” Fred said again.

“OH MERLIN!” George repeated.

“OH!” Fred said as he turned away, finally deciding he had seen enough. “MY EYES! MY EYES!”

Ginny had had quite enough of their outburst and said, “Fred! George! It’s okay! It’s okay!”

“NO!” Fred shook his head violently.

George couldn’t seem to look away and also shouted, “THEY’RE DOING IT!”

“I know!” Ginny said, grasping George by the shoulder and turning him away. She took care not to look in the general direction of Ron and Hermione so as not to see anything she didn’t want to.

Fred gaped at her. “You know?!”

“Yes, I know!” Ginny admitted. “And Harry knows! But they haven’t told anyone yet and we don’t want to get caught so you two have to stop screaming!”

The twins’ survival instinct kicked in and they did stop screaming. They also quickly got rid of the portions of the Portable Swamp they had been working on and left the area as quickly and quietly as they could. By the time they cornered Harry in the Gryffindor Common Room, they were as outraged as Ginny had been about being left out of this secret.

“Fred and George just found out about Ron and Hermione,” Ginny sighed in explanation as she flopped onto the seat next to Harry, who was looking at Fred and George warily.

At that, Harry looked sharply at Ginny. “You mean how they’re friends and nothing more?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “No. Harry, they know. We were in that part of the castle with the Camelot painting and we saw them from across the landing.”

“Actually,” George said, closing his eyes with a look of disgust. “We saw them doing it up against the Camelot painting.”

Fred chimed in, “So they don’t know that either of you know?”

Harry rubbed his face. “No, but you know what? It doesn’t matter who knows what. Now, enough of us know that we can just tell them that we know. Then all the lying and the secrets would finally be over.”

“Or,” George said with a mischievous glint in his eye, “we could not tell them we know and have a little fun of our own.”

Ginny immediately perked up, forgetting that she had decided to be a good friend and keep Hermione’s secret. Now that her brothers knew what was going on, she had returned to her initial desire of giving Ron hell. “What do you mean?”

Fred nodded thoughtfully. “Well, you know…every time Hermione says that she’s going to the library we’ll just say we need to go too.”

“Ohhh, I would enjoy that!” Ginny grinned.

“No no no.” Harry was now running his hands through his hair in exasperation. “You know what would even be more fun? Telling them.”

“No, I definitely want to do Fred and George’s thing,” Ginny said. “I warned you they would be merciless if they found out.”

“We’ll come back to the fact that you kept this from us little sis,” George glared at her.

“Definitely,” Fred said. “But for now we’ll focus on how we’re going to mess with them.”

Harry, seeing he was outnumbered, simply said, “Ugh.”

Before discussion could continue, Ron and Hermione came in through the portrait hall. Fred, never one to let something as pesky as planning interfere with a good opportunity, stood up and walked casually over to the two of them. Over his shoulder he whispered, “Watch and learn.”

“Hey!” Fred grinned at Hermione once he reached her side. He put an arm around her shoulders and gave a squeeze, ignoring Ron completely.

“Erm,” Hermione responded tentatively, clearly surprised. The small flush on her cheeks could have been from Fred’s attentions, or from her previous illicit activities with Ron. “Hello.”

“These robes look great on you,” Fred winked at her.

“Really?” Hermione squeaked out. She was definitely blushing because of Fred. Ron’s ears were also bright red now, and he was scowling.

Fred pulled away from Hermione slightly so that he could run his hand down her arm. “Yeah, the material feels so soft.” He leaned in and whispered (but loud enough for Ron to hear), “I bet what’s underneath is even softer.”

Hermione gaped at Fred. Ron looked like he was going to murder him.

“Well, bye then.” Fred thought they were both now sufficiently bothered and he could go back to scheming with George, Ginny and the unwilling Harry. But he couldn’t help himself from giving Hermione a quick peck on the cheek as he left.

Both Ron and Hermione were too shell-shocked to look at anything in the Common Room but each other. If they had, they would have seen three red-headed figures shaking, trying to conceal laughter, and one black-haired figure shaking his head in disbelief.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron hissed.

“That was rather inappropriate,” Hermione agreed. Then, she started to look as if she were trying to solve a complicated Arithmancy Rune.

Ron merely looked like he wanted to throttle anyone who came in his general direction. “I don’t know what Fred is on about but…”

He trailed off at the same time that Hermione’s eyes widened. They seemed to come to the same conclusion at the same time. She said, “Oh Merlin.”

Ron added, “He knows about us!”

Hermione nodded grimly. “He knows and he’s just trying to freak us out.”

“That’s the only explanation for it.”

Hermione huffed, rather offended. “Yes Ron, because how could he possibly be attracted to me?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Ron shot back. “Calm down.”

“Oh, because telling me to calm down always does the trick.”

Ron grinned, leaning in a little closer. “No, but it definitely makes me want to–.”

Hermione, laughing now, pushed him away and cut him off. “Fred thinks he’s so slick messing with us.”

Ron was back to being annoyed. He looked over at Fred, noticing who he was sitting with. Besides Harry, the group was too busy talking over each other and waving their hands around to notice that the subjects of their scheming were staring right at them. Harry didn’t notice because his face was planted firmly between his hands, clearly miserable.

Thoughtfully, Ron said, “But…they don’t know that we know that they know.”

Hermione was, of course, the cleverest witch of her age; but even she had to take a few moments to work that out. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Ron explained, “you should go over there and flirt back.”

“Absolutely not!” Hermione shrieked.

Ron, being just as much of a Weasley prankster as his siblings, was already scheming himself. “Yes, it’s perfect. He can dish it out but I doubt he could take it himself.”

Hermione (who like Harry didn’t have any brothers or sister, never mind Weasley siblings) was much more inclined to just admit to the relationship rather than play games. However, she was also annoyed to have been the object of such games and decided she should at least try to return the (uncomfortable) favor.

“What did you have in mind?” Hermione asked. “I didn’t exactly flirt with you, if you remember. I can’t exactly go over there and shout at him to admit his feelings for me.”

After a few minutes of back and forth between the two of them, Hermione walked over in the direction of Harry, Ginny, and the twins. Ron managed to find a part of the common room where he would have the ability to see everything that happened without being seen himself.

“Hello again Fred.”

Harry, Ginny, and the twins looked up at Hermione quickly, stopping their conversation immediately.

“Hullo,” Fred said neutrally, forgetting that he should be charming her. George elbowed him, and he immediately turned suave. “I mean, hello Hermione.”

“Sorry for being so…odd earlier,” Hermione said. Her voice wasn’t very steady, so she cleared her throat. “I mean, you just caught me by surprise. But now that I’ve had some time to get over the initial shock, I wanted to let you know that I’m…intrigued.“

It was Fred’s turn to get squeaky. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Hermione said. “Maybe sometime I can show you how soft my…robes…are.”

Although Hermione started off confident, she almost choked on the word robes. She then rushed off to the girls’ dormitory, clearly unable to keep up the charade any longer. Ron, knowing he was unable to join her because of the spell on the girls’ stairway, merely rolled his eyes at his girlfriend’s questionable acting skills and went up to the boys’ dormitory.

Ginny recovered from her shock first. “I cannot believe she would do that to Ron–.”

Harry shook his head. “She definitely wouldn’t do that to Ron. And she could barely get out that pickup line out. They know you know.”

“Well that didn’t last long,” George sighed.

“I cannot believe those two,” Ginny fumed.

“They thought they could mess with us!” Fred said.

“But now they don’t know that we know they know we know!” George exclaimed.

“What?” Harry sputtered. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

Fred, along with the other two Weasleys, ignored him. “If she wants a date? She’s going to get a date.”

Harry had no say in the matter as another plan started to take shape.

***

Fred commenced the first part of their plan the next morning in the Great Hall. He had managed to convince Harry to delay Ron from coming down to breakfast before Hermione. Ginny had pushed Hermione to go on down with her before the two boys, telling her that she didn’t want to be late for class. Both Fred and George were pleased to see Hermione finishing her breakfast alone when they walked in, as Ginny had just gotten up to leave when she spotted her brothers. She gave them a wink as she passed them.

“Be sexy,” Ginny whispered.

Fred snorted. “Please.” Then, “All right, I’m going in.”

Fred sat next to Hermione, who stopped with her spoon of porridge halfway to her mouth. She looked at Fred warily as he said, “So Hermione. I’d love to hang out tonight…in private.”

“R-really?” Hermione stammered.

“Oh absolutely.” Fred brushed her shoulder with his own gently. “Shall we say, around seven? Room of Requirement?”

“Umm…” Hermione managed to say.

By this time, Ron and Harry were walking into the Great Hall. Ron, seeing Fred sitting next to Hermione and her deer-in-headlights expression, narrowed his eyes. He and Hermione locked gazes and Ron nodded, then motioned with his hand as if to say Go on.

Hermione still wasn’t sure if she wanted to continue this charade. But she also very much wanted Fred to stop giving her his come hither look, so she simply nodded and said “Okay” in the hopes that would get him to go away.

“Good. I’m really looking forward to getting my hands on your…” he paused, raising his eyebrows meaningfully, then continued, “robes.”

And with another strategic brush of his shoulders, Fred rose from the table and strode out of the Great Hall. Ron and Harry had finally reached Hermione by this time. While Ron plopped himself next to Hermione, Harry decided that he would rather take his breakfast to go. He grabbed a handful of toast, mumbled something about having to finish some homework before class, and left quickly.

Neither Hermione nor Ron were disappointed by Harry’s exit, as it gave them time to catch up on what had just happened. As soon as Hermione had finished giving Ron a word-by-word account of what had just occurred, Ron said, “All right, this will be great. You just make him think you wanna fool around with him. It’ll totally stop him in his tracks.”

“What?!” Hermione hissed, blushing furiously. “Listen, how far are we going to take this? Specifically, how far am I going to have to go with Fred?”

“Relax,” Ron assured her. “He’s gonna give in way before you do.”

“How do you know?!”

Ron did not know. After all, Fred had a history of taking jokes very, very far. But Ron was more focused on winning this sibling rivalry than thinking logically. So he merely said, “Trust me. Just meet him tonight. I’ll be there too. It’ll be fine.”

As it turned out, the Room of Requirement became exactly what it needed for both teams. Most likely because both Fred and Hermione wanted a place that was private, but that also allowed the extra parties involved to listen in on the action. Hermione and Ron arrived first, so the room became a living room with a hidden room for Ron to stay in. Then, when Fred, George, Ginny and Harry arrived, the room created a hallway for this group to stand in.

Harry wasn’t going to join them at first, but Ginny had told him that “The sooner Fred breaks Hermione the sooner this is all over and out in the open,” so he had acquiesced to helping them.

When all of the onlookers were situated in their respective places, Fred knocked on the door that had appeared when he arrived at the Room of Requirement. Hermione answered it, trying not to look uncomfortable with the entire situation.

“Fred.”

Fred leaned against the doorframe and said, “Hermione.”

“Come in,” Hermione opened the door further and moved aside.

Fred was much better at this ruse, and strutted through the room as if he had no qualms about what was about to happen. Hermione both admired this and also was terrified by it.

Fred may have seemed unbothered, but he was starting to worry about just how far he would have to go to win this. While he didn’t find Hermione unattractive, he thought of her as a sister and was frankly a little disturbed about doing more with her than the innocent brushes of arms and shoulders he had already done. Plus, she was dating his brother now, and he did have a rule about messing around with anyone a family member or friend was interested in: don’t.

Suddenly, a bottle of Firewhiskey and two cups appeared on the counter of the room. Fred, noticing them first, was relieved and said, “Ah, perfect. Would you like some firewhiskey?”

Hermione wasn’t much of a drinker, but she decided this was the perfect time to start. She nodded, and Fred poured a knuckle’s worth of the drink into both of the cups. He handed her one, and they clinked their glasses together.

“Cheers,” Fred said.

They both downed their drinks in one gulp instead of sipping at it. Hermione spent another few moments coughing since she wasn’t used to the burn of the alcohol. Fred poured himself another glass and finished it just as quickly.

Sufficiently liquored up for the moment, Fred said, “So. Here we are. Nervous?”

“Me? No,” Hermione said, sounding nervous. “You?”

“Nope,” Fred said. “I want this to happen.”

Hermione nodded gravely and said, “So do I,” even though she clearly did not look like she wanted it happen.

Neither of them moved. Both of them jumped when music started playing in the room. Fred, feeling spurred on by the room, held out is hand and asked, “Want to dance?”

“Er, sure,” Hermione said.

She tentatively took Fred’s hand. He pulled her a little closer, and she stiffened. Fred, not wanting to pull her any closer either, merely put his other hand at her hip. They swayed like that for a few moments, the space between them as wide as if another person were in the middle.

Unable to take it any longer, Hermione pushed away. She said, “I have to…use the restroom.”

“Oh,” Fred said, secretly relieved that they were no longer dancing. “Okay. I’ll…uh…pour us more firewhiskey.”

Hermione was already opening the bathroom door before he could finish. Ron, who had heard everything, said, “We’ve almost got him, I can feel it.”

“This is getting out of hand,” Hermione insisted.

“We’re so close, Hermione,” Ron said. “Get back out there and seduce him until he cracks!”

At the same time, Fred was telling his crew, “She’s not backing down!”

“It’s Hermione,” Ginny said. “You can take her.”

“Maybe you should take off your shirt,” George suggested.

“Oooh yes, good idea,” Ginny nodded. “She gets embarrassed so easily, especially when there’s naked flesh.”

Harry, hoping this would have been over by now, said nothing.

Fred pulled his shirt off, handed it to George, and went back inside. He was closing the door again right as Hermione came out of the bathroom again. When she noticed that he now had no shirt on, she stopped and looked anywhere but him.

A few seconds later, she noticed that he was at the door and said hopefully, “Oh, you’re going?”

Fred whipped around quickly, which made Hermione start looking around again in order not to look directly at his bare chest. He said, “No, no. I’m not leaving. Just, uh, getting more comfortable.” He paused. “This is my chest.”

Hermione swallowed hard. “Yes, I - I noticed. It’s very…nice.” She was not, in fact, looking at his chest enough to determine if it was nice or not.

Fred had decided enough was enough, and that he needed to finish this off once and for all. He blurted out, “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Hermione, now looking down at her shoes, seemed rooted to the spot as Fred came closer. Fred took his time crossing the room, pausing at each step. It was as if he was waiting for Hermione to break each time he moved one foot forward. She never did.

Finally, Fred’s feet were right next to hers, which she noticed because she was still looking determinedly down.

At this point, if Hermione had looked up, she would have seen the crease that had finally made its way on Fred’s forehead. He was not looking forward to this, but Ron had never gained the upper hand on him before and Fred wasn’t going to let him start now.

Fred decided to give Hermione a warning, at least, and said, “Here it comes. Our first kiss.”

Fred leaned forward, but as soon as he did Hermione jumped back as if he had burned her. She shouted, “Okay! You win! I can’t kiss you!”

Fred, looking triumphant, shouted, “And why not?!”

“Because I’m in love with Ron!”

At first, Hermione looked surprised by her own admission. Ron opened the bathroom door, looking just as shocked. They seemed to only have eyes for each other. Eventually a lopsided grin appeared on Ron’s face at the same time that Hermione started beaming.

As George, Ginny, and Harry opened the door behind Fred, Hermione repeated confidently, “Love him! That’s right, I love Ron!”

She ran to Ron and flung her arms around his neck. She told him, more quietly than her previous declarations, “I love you, Ron.”

Ron wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him. He was grinning broadly from ear to ear. “I love you too, Hermione.”

Then he kissed her long and hard, not giving a damn who knew about their relationship. To Harry’s immense relief, neither Ron nor Hermione cared any longer about keeping this a secret.��

#submission #fake not dating #romione

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seriouslysam8 · 2 years ago

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As a fanfiction writer who takes Romantic relationships much further than they went on books(no mentioning movies)

And as someone who is also a fanfic writer

How do you want Harry and Ginny's relationship to be portrayed in the new series. Especially now that the Fandom is so much ahead of what it was back then during the movies not to mention the power of social media, I think there would be much less leeway to get away from things that they did in the movies and also because the entire source material is known to the Fandom and no one's wondering why Snape is the way he is

I would like more of a lead-up to Hinny in the TV series. I want to see Ginny putting her elbow in the butter dish. I want to see Hinny smirking at each other after the twins make a joke. The Easter egg scene, the lucky you scene, the real kiss, their sunlight days.

I’d even like to see (though it’s not in the books) more scenes with them. Harry grabbing her hand to show her the correct wand movement during a D.A. meeting, the two flying and laughing together at the beginning of the HBP season at the Burrow, Harry watching her dancing with Neville at the Yule Ball and not hearing Ron complaining next to him, the two of them standing side by side with their shoulders touching after the Quidditch World Cup, Ginny hugging Harry after Sirius’ death. SOMETHING. Like just small movements that will make the kiss so much more amazing when it happens.

If Harry doesn’t get hit in the head by a Bludger in sixth year during practice because he’s staring at Ginny, I will rage.

But, I think you’re right. Like I don’t care if they hold the “mystery” to some plot points. I never saw Star Wars until I was in my 30s but I knew every single major twist already just because it was so widely popular and I heard people talk about it my entire life. That’s HP. Everyone knows all the twists already even if they haven’t read the books or watched the movies. So give me a Marauders first episode with Peter betraying the Potters and Sirius going after him. Give me extra Hinny moments. Give me Dumbledore going after the ring and getting his hand all gross. Show me the Longbottoms being attacked. Give me it allll.

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blackcurlsgreeneyes · 1 year ago

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cont; Being the Wallflower //Closed RP

@fidelixcorde continued from this thread~

Just as he’d been surprised to see her at all, Harry was more surprised when Taylor spoke up. She was normally so...unobtrusive, as if she was actively trying to avoid being noticed--but not in a shy or fearful manner. She just wasn’t usually front and center.

But this room she spoke of sounded quite promising. They put a pin in that, and turned next to when; Harry did not blame his fellow Quidditch players for being concerned for their practice schedules, though he could--for once--understand why Hermione was annoyed by it taking priority.

Though, then again, it would be in their best interest not to hinder the teams; any change in routine, and appearance of reduced focus on Quidditch, would no doubt catch Umbridge’s eye or ear.

He zoned back in to find the talk shifting rapidly--Umbridge’s ineptitude, which Taylor apparently knew the truth about loud and clear, and then that somehow brought up one of Luna’s odd conspiracies--and Ginny brought them back to the subject at hand.

Hermione got the names of everyone joining, and Harry did not miss those who hesitated--though they were appeased by Hermione’s testy reminder that this was her, she was not about to risk losing track of such an incriminating document.

Taylor signed last, and Harry smiled at her a bit shyly, before Hermione spoke again. At Taylor’s confirmation she could show them the Room, Hermione nodded. “Perfect,” she beamed. “Perhaps tomorrow, I don’t want to risk curfew when we get back to the castle tonight.”

They wrapped up, the list tucked very safely away in Hermione’s bag, and then headed out. “Well, I think that went quite well,” Hermione said happily as they emerged into the bright sunlight a few moments later.

“That Zacharias bloke’s a wart,” Ron grumbled, who was glowering after the figure of Smith just discernible in the distance.

“I don’t like him much either,” Hermione agreed, “but he overheard me talking to Ernie and Hannah at the Hufflepuff table and he seemed really interested in coming, so what could I say? But the more people the better really—I mean, Michael Corner and his friends wouldn’t have come if he hadn’t been going out with Ginny—”

Ron, who had been draining the last few drops from his butterbeer, gagged and sprayed butterbeer down his front. “He’s WHAT?” he asked, outraged, his ears now resembling curls of raw beef. “She’s going out with—my sister’s going—what d’you mean, Michael Corner?”

“Well, that’s why he and his friends came, I think—well, they’re obviously interested in learning defense, but if Ginny hadn’t told Michael what was going on—”

“When did this—when did she—?”

“They met at the Yule Ball and they got together at the end of last year,” Hermione said, eyeing him with concern. They had turned into the High Street and she paused outside Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop, where there was a handsome display of pheasant-feather quills in the window. “Hmm... I could do with a new quill.” She turned into the shop.

“But,” Ron protested, following Hermione along a row of quills in copper pots, “I thought Ginny fancied Harry!”

Hermione looked at him rather pityingly and shook her head. “Ginny used to fancy Harry, but she gave up on him months ago. Not that she doesn’t like you, of course,” she added kindly to Harry while she examined a long black-and-gold quill.

Harry blinked, honing back in on the discussion; this information did bring something home to him that until now he had not really registered. “So that’s why she talks now?” he asked Hermione. “She never used to talk in front of me.”

“Exactly,” Hermione confirmed. “Yes, I think I’ll have this one....” She went up to the counter and handed over fifteen Sickles and two Knuts, Ron still breathing down her neck. “Ron,” she went on severely as she turned and trod on his feet, “this is exactly why Ginny hasn’t told you she’s seeing Michael, she knew you’d take it badly. So don’t harp on about it, for heaven’s sake.

“What d’you mean, who’s taking anything badly? I’m not going to harp on about anything...” And Ron proceeded to continue muttering under his breath all the way down the street.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry and then glanced at Harry with a half-smile. “But speaking of pairs--I was glad to see Taylor Borelli came. And she’s so eager to help out! I’m looking forward to seeing this Room tomorrow, aren’t you?”

Harry gave his friend a bemused look. “You could go, just the two of you.” Hermione didn’t reply, and he sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll come along. But don’t be like that, ‘Mione, she and I never even spoke again after the Yule Ball. She’s cool, but she’s not bothered one way or the other about me.”

#fidelixcorde #Harry x Taylor #RP: Being the Wallflower #do not reblog unless author

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sarahfeliciam · 5 months ago

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The Ultimatum Ch 19

The Great Hall was full of happy chatter and dimmed sunlight the afternoon approaching winter and everyone seemed in high spirits as they all debated back and forth on the second upcoming task. Emeline normally sat with her back to the trio’s and twin’s so that they could easily turn around to chat if necessary. She was currently in a conversation with Cedric and another girl in their year when she heard the loud snickering and Ginny’s ghastly comment behind her.

Turning quickly, she saw Ron standing for the whole Great Hall to see, holding up the most dated set of dress robes Emeline had ever laid eyes on. She chuckled to herself also as he offered them to Ginny and Hermione could hardly contain her amusement.

“Ronald, they are not Ginny’s! They’re for you. Dress robes.”

“For what, pray tell?” He asked, annoyed.

•

In their next class of the afternoon, they had their answer. Emeline was huddled next to her Gryffindor friends as McGonagall stood to inform them of the upcoming Yule Ball and all that it entailed. She felt an odd, nervous excitement welling up inside.

McGonagall singled out Ron to practice with her, much to the twins’ delight, and everyone couldn’t help but laugh as he obliviously attempted the semblance of dancing with his professor.

“You’re never going to let him live this down, are you?” Harry nudged the twins.

“Never!” Came their response in unison. George cast her a flashing smile as they imitated their brother’s dancing attempts. The excitement overflowed in her chest yet again.

•

Once their rundown on the ball was through and the chimes rung for their next class, Emeline grabbed up her books and shoved them in her bag quickly, catching Calliope close to her.

“Hey! Callie, hold on!”

Calliope stopped in her tracks as the other students filed out ahead of her and turned to Emeline what appeared regrettably, with a downcast smile.

“Hi Em.” She replied meekly, normally as bubbly and fun loving as her friend.

Emeline gave her a confused glance and laughed nervously.

“I’ve been trying to chat with you for weeks now. It’s so great to get to be together another year! I’ve missed you.”

“You don’t say,” she nodded. “And yeah, Hogwarts is great.”

You didn’t need a keen eye or to know Calliope to witness the awkward 180 she was displaying.

She tried once more.

“So much has changed, I just want to catchup even if you won’t be here next ter-“

“-I know what’s changed!” She replied, whether angry or sad Emeline could not tell. “I’m not interested.”

Emeline took a step back, completely blown away.

“Callie, I don’t understand. I figured you were just busy with the move; I didn’t think I did anything to you.”

“You didn’t,” she lowered her voice, glancing around. “Everyone knows what happened last year, Emeline. My parents strictly forbade me from involving myself in it.”

Emeline’s face went white.

“You’re not allowed to be friends with me?”

Calliope swallowed hard, looking far sadder than angry now.

“I’m sorry, Eme-“

“-my father isn’t even here this year!” Emeline hissed, not giving a damn who heard now. “And if he was, you’d find he was the kindest, most understanding, and certainly most qualified professor we’ve ever had here. Your prejudice is vile and in which case, I’m happy to be free of you.”

Emeline saw her mouth open to respond, but turned on her heel and stormed out of the classroom, leaving McGonagall and George who was waiting to talk to her, stunned and fairly distraught on her behalf.

•

When George finally found Emeline later that night after she avoided everyone, bustling in and out of classes, she was sitting in the courtyard where they’d sat a few weeks ago, silent tears falling as she looked out at the moon.

A sliver away from full.

“This seat taken?” George asked softly. Emeline glanced up and bat her tears away quickly.

“Now it is.” She smiled.

George sat in silence for a moment, looking up at the moon with her, feeling its weight for the first time in his life. He slowly reached his hand for hers, and when she didn’t flinch away as he expected, rested it overtop hers gently. She turned to look at him.

“I know you heard her horrid excuse today. I can’t believe it.”

“I’m so sorry. She’s cruel, you’re better off without her.”

“I don’t give a damn about her.”

George looked slightly surprised as Emeline turned back to the moon.

“I am better off. But my dad; this is how he’s spent his whole life. I couldn’t help but initially think it was a little dramatic. Surely there couldn’t be that much judgement. My grandparents hated werewolves, but my mother never raised me that way, secretly. It never occurred to me that he could be made a mockery of by the entire world. I mean, France knows what happened. You’re shitting me, right?”

George remained quiet as she steadied her breathing.

“The worst part is he’s going to ask me if I’ve spoken to her. For his sake, I’ve not the faintest idea what to say. It will break his heart.”

“Then don’t tell him.” George shrugged. “She’s different; not the friend you remember. It isn’t a lie.”

Emeline nodded.

“You’re right.”

A peaceful silence fell over them again and George breathed in the crisp air, his hand tightening around hers.

“I don’t mind that your dad is a werewolf, you know.”

Emeline laughed. “You don’t say.”

“It’s only fair that he wouldn’t mind me asking you to go to the ball together, then, right?”

Emeline’s eyes shined under the moonlight. Crystal blue and breathtaking. George hoped she couldn’t feel his hand shaking.

“That sounds fair.” She whispered quietly.

“Is that a yes, Miss Lupin?”

“That’s a yes, Mr. Weasley.”

George shivered animatedly.

“Yuck. Let’s stick to George.”

•

Two days later, she was on the train home for a short holiday. The ball was upcoming and she’d need to be back for it on Christmas Eve, but she still opted to take the holiday with her father and uncle. Not to mention, a looming thought that needed rectified: she still had no gown for said ball.

As she settled in to her cabin, alone, she cracked open a new novel and started on the first page. By the time the train was in London, she had finished the entire book.

As she stepped onto the platform, only a few other students with her, she scanned the small crowd for her father. Her heart sunk as she realized he wasn’t there which quickly turned to worry for how the prior night’s moon had treated him. In his letter he seemed sure he’d be well enough to pick her up.

She wasn’t lost to her thoughts long before she felt a tugging at her jeans. Sitting happily at her feet was Padfoot and a smile erupted on her face.

“Hey boy!” She grinned, playing along. “How did you mana-“

“-hello, darling.” Remus smile tiredly, leaning heavily on his cane and using his one free arm to pull her close.

“You could’ve told me it would be too much.” She said softly, Sirius making a low and sad sound in joking pity.

“Hush, I’ll take you to the pound.” She shot back and he immediately laid at her feet. She looked up at Remus, surveying a deep new gash across his face and how strongly he was still relying on his cane. He shook his head.

“I told you: no more missed time. I’m sorry for running behind.” He grimaced.

“Let’s get you home.” She responded with a smile, locking arms to steady him further.

•

When they were fireside that evening, Emeline at the epitome of content with her second novel in her latest series in hand, Sirius walked into the living room with an annoyed face.

“You know, we could’ve done without the pound comment today. I risked my tail to help get your old man there.”

Remus rolled his eyes silently as he poured over a novel of his own next to her on the couch and Emeline glanced up from hers with a pouting face.

“Poor boy. He had a job to do today. Imagine that.”

Sirius grumbled further and Emeline grabbed a spoonful of her soup hovering next to her.

“You make this too?” She asked, eyebrows quirked in surprise.

“Why, yes I did.” He replied proudly, his demeanor changing.

“It’s terrible.” She challenged him, lying through her teeth as she took another spoonful.

“I hate your daughter, Moony. I actually loathe her.”

Remus did not respond, and Emeline glanced at Sirius with a ‘you did it’ face. She felt sorry for what a terrible moon it must’ve been, his exhaustion and lack of conversation only proving her point further.

“You do not.” She said cheerfully. “Doomsday would agree.” She smiled. This got his attention and he nodded absentmindedly, patting her knee briefly.

“Whatever you say, pup.”

“Doomsday?” Sirius snorted. “Okay I take it back, Moony. I actually love her.”

#george weasley #sirius black #remus lupin x daughter #remus daughter #harry potter #remus lupin #remuslupin daughter #professor lupin

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racfoam · 2 years ago

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Some things to know that happened in 4th Year of nynn

Harry gets a scratching 'I think I heard that name before' the first time Bertha Jorkins is involved

Harry and Cedric walk together around the woords searching for the Portkey while talking about Quidditch, they dance together at the World Cup Celebrations

Harry freezes solid when she sees the Dark Mark

Harry feels like she is being watched by Moody during his entrance (she is)

Harry has tea with Moody after the Unforgivables class, he gives her the book Seeker Tactics that's fifty galleons, told to be gifted to him by an 'old friend'

Harry cheers Cedric on when he gets chosen as Champion (her clapping is the loudest on the Gryffindor table)

this silly writer still hasn't decided whether to have Ron & Harry argue as in the books because their dynamic is different, might make a poll

Skeeter is nosy and asks Harry about her soulmate. Harry tells her to piss off. Voldemort reads the newspaper of that article with a bit of amusement

Triwizard Champions get their outfits tailored especially for them to keep them safe and all are equal in quality; it is paid by the Department of Magical Sports

Voldemort listens to the wizarding radio that covers the triwizard tournament during the First Task, Sirius sneaks into a wizarding pub in his dog form to watch it across wizarding television (it isn't exactly a television, more like a big prophecy ball projecting in the air)

upon hearing Harry doesn't know how to dance Professor McGonagall organizes the dance lesson for the entire House and other Heads follow this, too

Harry helps Ron finally pluck up the courage to ask Hermione to the Yule Ball

Harry gets asked by a Beauxbatons boy and a Durmstrang boy who are perfect gentlemen and politely accept when Harry declines them. Harry decides to go with the twins if she doesn't find anyone

Harry and Cedric practice dancing in the kitchens while the elves encourage them (the elves have a betting pool)

after dancing a few dances with Cedric (more than three) Harry dances with the Beaxbatons boy and later the Durmstrang boy who both asked her for the Yule Ball prior. Harry also dances with Hermione (Hermione leads), Hermione dances with Krum, Harry dances with the twins

Hermione is the thing Harry will miss most, Ron doesn't get taken

The lake is 2°C in February, they wear insulated long-sleeved swimsuits magicked with layers of warming charms. The fabric itself has runes stitched on them.

the champions take the boats to the center of the lake and Moody pushes Harry in

Harry & Cedric go on a date in Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day

Harry freezes again when a seemingly crazy Mr Crouch mentions the Dark Lord

Barty gets too many heart attacks for his own good, somebody help the poor man

The Cave Trip with Sirius is interesting, Sirius is dangerously close to figuring it out

Addition, I can’t believe I forgot to mention this because it's pretty important for Harry/Cedric

after the World Cup, Cedric visits the Weasleys asking Harry if she wants to go flying with him. He and Harry go flying (they fly low and race) to the top of Stoatshead Hill where they sit together under a tree (I have yet to decide what tree) with a great view on the horizon. They start doing this every day until the end of summer, spending the early morning together, watching the sun rise. Mrs Weasley starts packing Harry sandwiches — they have big picnics under that tree. This is a pretty important thing because it builds their friendship. Also, the food I think I went for are strawberries.

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writteninlunarlight-years · 7 months ago

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hi luna! i was the anon you matched with james potter thank you so much i lovedd it 🫶🫶 i was wondering if you could do another one but golden era? you totally don’t have to but if u do take ur time :)

i’m female she/they and i am bi

i’m black i have dark brown eyes and long lower-back length braids. i have a long head but really high cheekbones. i’m 5’3” (160 centimeter). i have a small frame and a larger chest. i loveee to dress super girly (almost cottagecore or coquette) but i often time time find myself looking and acting a bit masculine

INFP(MBTI) and 9w1(Enneagram)

quiet, reserved , very private and don’t like to open up to people until i know them VERY well, sensitive, emotional, empathetic, self-effacing, good at giving advice, listener, my friends are very loud because i am so quiet(ying/yang), daydreamer

i LOVE photography, i love fashion and bows, i love gold and pearled jewelry, i love cherries and any kind of pasta, billie eilish, singing, science, online shopping, stuffed animals, baking

i hate hypocrisy, i hate food waste, i don’t like confrontation or arguing, i don’t liek tomatoes, i don’t like waiting(impatient), learning history, the sun/bright lights bc i’m practically a vampire

i have a really messed up family and i’m terrified of losing relationships or people i love even though i feel like i am 24/7(attachment issues) 🙂❤️‍🩹 i also love fighting hunger and food waste

sry that was a lot

Okay, I want to stick with the opposites attract motif I chose for you initially; with James, it was opposite personalities but the same morals. With this character, I have the same personality but opposite morals. Don't worry. You can soften this cold snake up and show him the light. ~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

HARRY POTTER ( Golden Era)

Blaise Zabini

~~~~~ HEADCANON ~~~~~

Blaise was a cold man, a frigid man indeed. He rarely talked to his own friends, let alone outsiders. Something about you, though, was different.

You were like a combination of all the good things in the world, and someone as dark as him, cursed to assist his family in heinous acts, didn't see it fair to taint your innocence at all.

Yet you appeared in his mind constantly. After meeting you, he began to look at life through a new lens. He saw color and light in his dreary life.

Blaise didn't know why, but he sought out your friendship; at first, it was simple to help with studying, eat together, then Hogsmeade trips.

Blaise also experienced your rough side the one time Draco decided to call out your growing relationship. Before Blaise could say anything, you had already knocked Draco down a few pegs, literally and metaphorically.

One time, Draco took everyone to a posh clothing store, and all he could be drawn to were the bows and dresses he knew you would look good in.

It took him forever to confess, and it extended into the fourth year when it clicked that he couldn't stand others flirting with you. He blew a fuse in the Slytherin common room when he heard Ron was taking you to the Yule Ball, even if it was just as friends.

When you two finally started dating, it was clear that you were like the warm sun, and he was like the cold moon.

Blaise never pushed you to open up fast. He wanted to take things slow and let you know him for who he is, not what his family is.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

This year, it was a cold winter at Hogwarts; a blizzard had overtaken the area and caused a fresh, pure white blanket to coat the castle grounds. Blaise felt at peace in the cold, like nothing could hurt him here, a perfect normal. For you, though, the cold was delicate, nothing too horrible; however, the real issue was picking an outfit that would work with the cold weather. Though most of Hogwarts was tucked up indoors, wrapped in blankets or playing games by the fire, most still sought to use their weekend to go to Hogsmeade. Settling on an outfit with thick stockings and tights, you went to the meeting place.

As you approached, you saw Blaise staring into space, deep in thought. It wasn't uncommon for you and him to be the first of his friends to show up at the meeting point, giving you two time to talk without Draco's nagging. Once by his side, Blaise pulled from his thoughts, turning to you and extending a smile. He only ever smiled when it was the two of you; he was always stoic any other time. "Hello, princess, how are you today?" You smiled back, extending your gloved hand to him. "I am fine though you look like you have seen better days, everything alright?"

Blaise nodded, pulling you closer to him, "I'm better now that you are here. The others should be joining soon." You nodded as well, enjoying the peaceful silence once again. The silence was soon interrupted by the loudness of the other four coming to join the trip to Hogsmeade. Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco were on a rant about the Gryffindor trio. Rolling your eyes, trying to avoid another round of conflict with Draco, you turned to Blaise, "Promise me the minute we can evade them, we will." The only response you got from Blaise was a hearty laugh, surprising you and the others there. Who knew his laugh would be the exact opposite of his cold exterior.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(NEWTs had begun, and everyone was deep into studying, leaving the whole year exhausted day in and day out. Blaise was no exception. He lay there passed out on the Slytherin couch, you sitting on the floor below him reading, making sure no one woke him.)

Y/N: (humming a gentle tune)

Crabbe: Y/N GUESS- (a book went flying across the room before Crabbe retreated)

Goyle: (Has a slew of musical instruments following him) Guys, look what- ( A heeled boot went through the air )

Pansy: Y/N, the boys have all gone and complained to Draco you are hitting them...

Y/N: That's my problem because? They should learn to read a room.

Pansy: Yeah, but Draco can be-

Draco: Y/N THAT IS TO FAR JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE BLAISE PARTNER DOESN'T ME- (This time a black dress shoe was thrown square in his face)

Blaise: Can you guys please let a man sleep around here.

#harry potter #x reader #harry potter x reader #match up #headcanon #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini #gryffindor #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #harry potter fanfiction #golden era hp

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warmerthanhotcoco · 1 year ago

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how dare you? - Draco/Harry

=> A Drarry oneshot inspired by the song "Wicked Game"

=> In which Harry questions why and how he fell in love with a man who just wants him dead... (or so he thinks).

=>Draco's no better.

=> Canon until the Battle of Hogwarts, where Draco makes the RIGHT choice.

Full of angst until, like, the ending scene. Ends with Ginny/Luna's wedding, so if you want a little bit of 'Draco with the Gryffindors' fluff, go ahead! Enjoy reading!

I fell in love with your smile. Once, twice. I never fell for this man behind a Death Eater's mask.

How dare you make me fall for you? How dare you make me dream of you?

How dare you give me hope?

Harry found himself screaming himself and the rest of Grimmauld Place awake yet again with another nightmare.

"Mate, you alright?" Ron sat up in bed, running a hand through his hair as he ran his eyes up and down Harry as if checking for blood. "Is it the scar?"

"I..." Harry frowned. No, it wasn't the scar. Unlike everybody assumed, his nightmares weren't always Voldemort; nor were they always losing Sirius and Cedric either.

It was a certain arch-nemesis. Not him dying, but him killing Harry with his own hands, like he claimed he would oh so happily do.

Would he, really? Would Malfoy actually kill him?

... Harry knew the answer. And it hurt.

"Yes. Yes, the bloody scar," Harry lied, wincing. "The pain’s fading, I'll be okay. Go back to sleep."

Several months later, Harry found himself storming into the Breakfast Hall after another nightmare. Last night had been a ruthless mess in his head, one he hadn’t been prepared for.

✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎ (the nightmare)

It had started with the night at the graveyard in fourth year. Except everything went in reverse. Harry was shoved against the Riddle gravestone, Cruciatus curses had flown around the graveyard freely.

“Kill the spare.” Cedric had been thrown aside like he was nothing.

“Good luck,” he had wished Cedric silently. Cedric had nodded back.

Everyone cheered when Harry broke through the surface. He had found himself searching for someone… he had spotted Cedric shooting him a proud grin. And then he had seen Malfoy leaning against a tree, rolling his eyes at the heroism.

“Haha! Having fun, Harry?” Cedric had called out to him mid-waltz, just like he did to the other champions.

And then somewhere to his right, as the couples started flocking the dance floor, he heard the most beautiful laugh.

“Barely started and you’re already tripping! Ow!” Draco Malfoy muffled a shriek as Pansy stepped harder on his foot.

Malfoy was smiling.

He looked around at the others dancing, and for a split second, they held eye contact: the smile on his face flew away like the wind.

And then all at once, Harry found himself back in the lake, but this time he was drowning. Gasping for air, choking on murky water, spluttering, coughing. Ah, there was Malfoy, seated by the water, holding out his hand. The same breathtaking smile on his face.

Harry reached for it with a gasp of relief, gripping it tight — only for Malfoy to push him back underwater.

✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎ (the nightmare ends)

Harry sat beside Hermione, brows furrowed in frustration and pain. Fourth year had been Harry Potter’s gay awakening. It had been a shock when he had realised it was Cedric he liked, not Cho. Not his fault they were always together. But the one crush had led to so many… discoveries. Like on the night of the Yule Ball, when he had fallen for Malfoy’s genuine smile for the first time. He had told himself it was just his recent understanding of his sexuality messing with his head. For Merlin’s sake, had he been flustered when Bill appeared for the Third Task (looking dashing in his wizard’s suit). “Surely it’s just the hormones.”

Harry scoffed.

“What are you up to now?”

Hermione’s annoyed glare was focussed on him with full power. “Erm… Hermione?”

“What?”

“Are you alright?”

“Of course I am, not like I have anything to be mad about now do I!”

“…nope, not at all.”

Hermione punched his shoulder with a book. “Harry! You’re mocking me.”

“Am I?” Harry grinned, his tense shoulders relaxing for a moment. His best friends always made him feel better (even if Ron was being a brat these days). “Come on, what happened?”

“Nothing,” she grumbled aloud, despite her eyes darting towards the diabetic-ally sappy couple seated somewhere down the table. Lavender was too busy feeding Ron his pudding to notice.

“Ah, don’t worry, I hate it too.”

Hermione smirked, satisfied, before going back to her revision notes. “You ought to be studying…”

“Later,” Harry mumbled. His eyes latched onto a bob of sleek blond that had just arrived at the Slytherin table. The instant Malfoy sat down, his gaze drifted away from his ‘friends’ and locked onto Harry’s.

Harry bit back a gulp. Malfoy’s sharp eyes gleamed as bright as the stripes of silver on his tie. How ironic it was that his eyes and Harry’s would make a perfect Slytherin pair.

Harry found himself glaring back, holding his stance against Malfoy’s challenge. But really, he was enjoying it. The silent glare-contest that let him stare at Malfoy’s face for as long as he liked. Let him watch all the little blond strands flutter in the gentle wind that always kept the Hall cool. All the edges of his jawline, the little dark flecks in his silver eyes, the rosy blush on his nose… The faded scars from his ‘Sectumsempra’. Like a worshipper devoted to his idol, he etched all of it into his memory.

It wasn’t until Malfoy’s glare softened did he notice the faint grey lining his eyes. Was he not getting enough sleep? Was he facing some sort of trouble? His cheeks were hollower than before, his neckline sharper. Relative to the ‘rich boy smothered in luxury’ aura he gave off before… all he radiated now was gloom. (And beauty, but gloom.) Harry felt his eyebrow raising in concern, eyes asking a silent question he wouldn’t dare ask aloud. “Are you alright?”

Malfoy looked away.

“Harry? Harry! Cut it out!” Hermione whispered beside him, shaking him back to reality. She shot Malfoy a glare, which he deftly ignored. “What is it now?”

“Nothing,” Harry shook his head, downing a mug of iced water. “It’s nothing. He pisses me off, is all.”

⚡️ -> Shift of POV -> 🐍

Draco didn’t want to look away. Far from it — he longed to be able to wake up to those eyes, fall asleep to those eyes, drowning in their perfect green everyday. His anger dropped when he felt Harry’s gaze searching all over his face. Was he curious? Was he judging how terrible he looked? He couldn’t possibly be ‘checking me out’… Haha, perhaps in my wildest dreams, Draco scoffed internally. Definitely judging.

Potter raised an extremely judgemental eyebrow, his eyes questioning him. Here I was happily staring into his eyes, and there he is mocking me for looking sick. You’re pathetic, Draco, he chided himself and looked away. He’d rather lose the staring contest to bloody Potter than endure the mockery in those beautiful eyes.

It hurt.

Hurt as bad as every nightmare where Harry hit him over and over with Sectumsempra, even an Unforgivable or two.

Draco shook his head and went back to staring at the tattoo edges he could see peeking out of his sleeve. He wasn’t surprised Potter hated him, loathed him, detested his very existence. And maybe so did Draco. Long long ago, back when he was still a petulant child mad at Harry Potter not being his friend. Long before he felt the first pangs of jealousy when Potter brought Patil to the Yule Ball, long before Potter went around snogging a sodding Ravenclaw. Back then, they were equals, absolutely repulsed by each other. But now… it was worse. Draco fell for the Potter that saved a French girl he didn’t even know. Draco fell for the Potter that cried over a Hufflepuff he only befriended that year. Draco fell a third time, for the Potter that stood up to Umbridge.

Draco loved the Potter that hated him.

Can’t blame him, he laughed at himself, covering the Dark Mark and the wounds all over it with a glamour.

“Don’t kill him! DON’T KILL HIM!”

“Like it hot, scum?”

BOOM! Another bookshelf tumbled as the wood of the racks caught fire. Yellowing pages of old spells and potion recipes were set alight, burning into ashes in an instant under the heat. The Fiendfyre roared, spreading its wings like a dragon, drowning the entire Room in amber, racing forwards, chasing after the intruders.

Draco ran for his life.

He could hear Goyle sprinting too, only a few steps behind. A flame shot out and latched onto Goyle’s pants: the idiot ran past him, screaming.

A bookshelf came crashing down, and they slipped underneath, missing death by a hair’s breadth. Faster, and faster… The fire crept closer and closer, roaring louder and louder…

“DRACO WATCH OUT!”

“Goyle..?” The smoke and the adrenaline were too much: he couldn’t see a thing, let alone the boy supposedly beside him.

Let alone the tall cupboard that was toppling onto his path.

All he could hear were the dozen crashes all around him, and one loud ominous ‘Creeeeeak’ that crept closer and closer—

And a sudden ‘Swish’ — before he could yell, he was plucked off the ground and thrown onto a wooden log… A broom. He was on a broom.

Down on the ground, he could see the cupboard that had fallen being devoured by the flames… He realised just how closely he had escaped it.

“Goyle!” He bent over the broom to grab his Stunned friend. He looked back up.

A dark raven’s nest sat atop a flushed face, his back bent to steer the broom faster out of the Room.

He’d rather I be crushed to death… or burn. The heat must have gotten to his ginormous head, Draco bit back a sigh, tapping the broom with his wand. The dusty old thing shot out of the doors like a lightning bolt. With a wave of Granger’s wand, the doors slammed shut, right in the Fiendfyre’s face.

Gasping for fresher air, the trio sat down against the wall, exhausted. Draco slumped to the ground nearby, after having leaned Goyle against a pillar as well. They watched, horrified, as the beautiful diadem in Harry’s hands broke apart with a scream.

The Dark Lord lost another Horcrux. Draco lost a friend. Draco also now owes Harry sodding Potter his life.

And maybe he didn’t mind that one bit.

“Draco… Come.”

Narcissa Malfoy’s words bounced off of the stone all around the Hogwarts courtyard. Draco curled his fists in tighter, fully aware of the hundreds of hateful eyes, as he stepped out of the crowds and made his way across the courtyard. Voldemort [no, Draco refused to call him the Dark Lord anymore, he was just a bloody maniac] began grinning, big rotten teeth as ugly as the rest of him. Instead of maybe walking into Voldemort’s outstretched arms for a bloody stupid hug, he walked on towards where the old half-giant stood, stood stock-still before the body of the one man he dared love… and fell to his knees.

Time slowed, the one tear trembling on his lashes taking ages to sneak its way down his pale, grimy face. He could hear others behind him scowling, gasping, wondering. He couldn’t care less. A hundred memories flashed through his mind within the few seconds it took for the tear to fall.

✦ ✧ ★ ☆ ✶ ✡︎ ✦ ✧ ★ ☆ ✶ ✡︎

“Malfoy. Draco, Malfoy.”

“I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”

“You wait till my father hears about this. This is servant's stuff.”

“If I didn’t know better, Draco, I’d say you were scared.”

Draco scoffed. “Scared, Potter?” He spat the name as if it were a curse. Which it was. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what…?”

“I thought I heard hooves…” Why did Potter’s voice sound so close…? Draco looked down to find he had subtly hidden behind the boy. Throwing himself further away, he shuddered. “N-Never mind, it’s probably nothing.”

Draco felt satisfied to turn the context around this time. “Scared, Potter?”

“You wish.” The Gryffindor’s eyes glowed with determination and anger. It pissed Draco off, seeing the anger he felt every time he saw Potter, reflected back. Was he mad over what happened with the mudblood?

Tsk. Draco swore to use the worst jinxes he could think of. “SERPENSORTIA!”

A Firebolt crashed into the pit, smashing into smithereens.

“Potter’s broom!” Parkinson smirked.

“Look!” A roar of cries ran across the stands as a limp body came crashing down beside the broom. The Headmaster raised his hand just in time: Harry Potter now lay mid-air, body as limp as a… a corpse.

Draco shook himself, correcting his expression into his most smug smirk yet, wary of his classmates jeering at the unconscious Seeker.

“Potter. Potter! Is it true that you fainted?”

Somebody at his table mimicked a dramatic faint, mocking Potter. The rest of the Slytherins cracked up, sniggering beside him, reminding Draco to stay in character. “I mean…” he scoffed, flashing a scornful grin. “You actually fainted?”

Weasley pulled a face at them, Granger pulled an annoyed Potter away, an arm wrapped tight around his back. Draco frowned.

“Barely started and you’re already tripping! Ow!” Draco muffled a shriek as Pansy stepped harder on his foot. Snarky Parkinson retaliated, making him laugh. Oh how wonderful the night would have been had he kept his eyes away from the centre of the dance floor. For right beside where Diggory was twirling Chang, Potter was watching him: judging, probably. In a way, it could have been satisfying: the Gryffindor Patil girl was all over him, but his eyes were on Draco.

Except they were scrunched up in hurt.

Almost like… Almost like Potter was hurt to see Draco dancing with somebody else…

It confused Draco. And Draco hated being confused.

“Father will kill you, Father will kill you,” Draco chanted inwardly — begging himself to not punch Umbridge in the ear. Sure, she was sodding torturing Potter. But his father really would kill him if he went against the Ministry…

Draco, for the first time in his life, regretted ever being born a Malfoy.

“No,” Draco denied recognising the captive. He wasn’t lying. The Potter he knew was breathtaking in his own Potter-y way, not blown up and blue like this wretch crouching before him. But he’d know those pretty eyes anywhere — but neither did his prick of a father (whom he now officially loathed), nor his unhinged aunt deserve to know that.

Besides, the trouble was worth it when Potter gazed back at him with nothing but pure gratitude.

Draco sat against the wall, watching the Horcrux break apart. The diadem was beautiful. It wasn’t worth Crabbe’s life, though. Voldemort was a sick scoundrel, just like his father.

Potter and Malfoy clashed eyes for a bare minute.

I save you, you saved me. Guess we’re even now. Nothing more between us.

Something snapped inside him. He had hoped the life debt would have dragged on a bit longer.

Draco nodded silently, pulled Goyle up, and stumbled away, sulking.

✦ ✧ ★ ☆ ✶ ✡︎ ✦ ✧ ★ ☆ ✶ ✡︎

Draco shook his blond head, refusing to cry. Potter — no, Harry — had once looked so innocent and charming and bright. The day he had first seen the frizzy-haired boy, Harry had been full of toothy smiles and sparkling green eyes.

“Draco~” Bellatrix’s voice twisted his nerves.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Voldemort hissed. “The boy’s dead!”

No. He refused to believe the light was gone.

Without a second’s hesitation, his wand shot out a brilliant blue hex towards the wraith.

A round of gasps. A very satisfactory “Ha!” from the only Weasley twin left.

“That’s right. Harry’s not dead, not to us.” Longbottom? The sound of a sword being pulled out.

And with a loud ‘Thud!’ the body in Hagrid’s arms rolled over. Draco’s arms shot out simply on instinct, catching the body just in time.

Green eyes stared up at his, wide in shock and glistening in… relief. Quiet joy. A very silent ‘Oh, there you are.’

Draco scoffed in response. As if I’m the one who returned from death. “Get up!” He shouted, pulling them both to their feet as Longbottom, Granger and the Weasleys led the Light Army into attack, while cheering for the Boy Who Did Indeed Live.

Lucius Malfoy was fuming. Oh, the glee in Draco’s heart.

He’d have to fight now, try and sneak his mother away too. He’ll find his way back to Harry later. Just like he always did.

“You know,” Parvati Patil stretched her arm (which was covered in shiny bangles up to her elbow). “I really did think Ron would be the first to marry from our lot. Who’d have thought his little sister would beat him to it?”

Draco Malfoy scoffed, taking another sip from his white wine. It was a wonder a Weasley wedding even HAD the muggle drink — just as much of a wonder it was for anybody else to see a Malfoy enjoying it. “He’s a bloody idiot. I wouldn’t be surprised if he hasn’t even asked Granger yet.”

“Right?!” Parvati burst into laughter. “So dense, honestly! Oh, but I’m so happy for the girls! Aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, there she comes! Hello, pretty bride!”

Luna Lovegood waved, giggling, her blond locks flying in the summer breeze. “Hi! You know, I had somebody ask me if the gentleman over there was my brother.” She chuckled, patting Draco’s head for no reason.

“I wouldn’t mind being a Lovegood,” he swirled his glass.

“Join the family?” Luna grinned.

“Too late,” he held up his left hand, flaunting the sparkling silver ring.

“Put it down, put it down! The aura of richness is blinding me,” Ginny Weasley cried, linking arms with her new wife, pulling a face at Draco. “Hey, Parvati, come dance with us!”

“I will, in a bit.”

“Malfoy, find your drunk fiancé and come dance, yeah?” She asked, already dragging Luna away to join the others.

Draco watched them leave in silence before downing the rest of his glass. “So.”

“So?”

“Have you found your… person?” He felt awkward asking after Lavender Brown, given it was Greyback, one of his father’s old lackeys, that bit her.

“Lav? No. I think I’m close, though. Maybe I’ll find her soon, and bring her to your wedding this winter,” she sighed with a distant gaze.

“Maybe.”

“Have you found yours?” She smiled knowingly. Draco falling to his knees over Harry’s corpse had indeed been quite the dramatic memory for everybody present.

Draco smiled back (he had learnt it felt oddly good to do that), eyes drifting over to spot Harry laughing his heart out with Neville Longbottom. “I have.” He placed his glass on a floating table nearby and rose to his feet. “Excuse me,” he bowed to the lady before strutting across the tent to find his partner. “Ahem.”

“Oh!” Harry jumped. “Hello, Dray~”

“You’re drunk as hell.”

“Wasn’t me! I tried to stop him,” Neville held up his hands in surrender, slinking away to escape.

Draco sighed. “I was about to ask you to a dance but… You’re a mess.”

“Am not! I can dance!”

“Yeah? And if you fall?”

“You can catch me!”

Draco chuckled. Harry seemed to like being caught by him, ever since the day of the Battle. “Fine. Let’s go, your ex is waiting.”

“Hey, we both have our own beautiful blondie partners now,” Harry laughed.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Draco gripped his hand as Harry dragged him off to the dance floor, his heart soaring with joy, feeling himself falling for him all over again.

He had once been mad at the universe for this. For making him fall in love with Harry James Potter: so despicably, idiotically, and wholly in love.

Now, he could only be grateful for the ring he now wore, the hand he now held… the heart he now owned.

Somewhere in the back of the tent, sat a lonely Weasley twin. Chink! A coin rolled along the floor to rest at the Weasley’s feet.

George sucked in a gasp, picking it up. “Five galleons,” he muttered to himself. He looked up just in time to see Harry dragging Malfoy to the dance floor, joining Ginny and Luna, and Ron and Hermione. He chuckled, a tear slithering down. “Told you I’d win, Fred,” he patted the empty seat next to him. “Bet closed.”

#drarry #draco x harry #lots of pining #just a little angst #(a lot of angst)#the boy who lived #the boy who had no choice #but draco makes the right choice in the end #gryffindor wedding fluff #except with luna and draco #luna is one of the brides #draco is the other bride's ex's fiancé #harry potter fic

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