6thhour

[6thhour]

Pitch

Remus Lupin x F!Reader

Fluff

Notes: whimsical reader?, no house specified for reader, grammar errors, not proofread

I’ve not had any time to put any thought into writing, had trouble with my green card but it’s worked out 🙏 this is very short but I hope it’s cute 🤞

Word count: 596

The weather outside was chilly. The sky was grey, and it smelled like it might rain.

Nevertheless, Remus was outside, stretching his aching legs.

He’d been around the courtyard a few times by now, but no matter how many times he’d circled back around, the pulsing pain in his kneecaps didn't falter.

Remus found himself wandering around the Quidditch stands, observing the different house flags waving in the wind in the four corners of the pitch.

Remus mindlessly walked up the steps of the Ravenclaw side of the stands, climbing to the top.

Once he was there he looked up to the sky, which seemed to be getting stormier by the minute.

He should probably head inside soon.

As he stood on the stands, his gaze traveled over the flags again until he glanced down at the pitch's grass.

There was a girl sprawled out starfish-style on her back in the grass.

Remus’ eyebrows furrowed as he squinted his eyes at the sight..

With a sigh, he started back down the steps.

On his way down, rain began to sprinkle, his hair and his uniform slowly began to dampen.

As his boots hit the grass squeaking was heard underneath them as he walked.

Keeping a safe distance away Remus started

“Erm- Y’alright down there?”

Without moving you answered, “I’m just fine.”

Remus raised an eyebrow at the carefree tone of your voice, the boy cleared his throat awkwardly

“Why are you down there, if you don't mind my asking?”

Finally moving your eyes toward Remus you blinked up at him “The sky is the prettiest when it storms, especially when there’s lightning,” you said before looking back towards the sky.

“You’ll get sick out here like this.”

“It’s a good thing we’ve got Madam Pomfrey isn’t it?”

Remus huffed out a disbelieving laugh, “Sure is.”

With a grunt he lay down beside you, he folded his arms underneath his head and gazed at the sky the light grey swirling with ripples of darkness, cracks of purple toned lightning flashed across the sky, small cool raindrops were soon scattered across his face.

You were right, the sky is pretty when it storms.

“Usually when it storms everyone runs inside; so they never get to appreciate the sky like this…they miss out because they’re afraid of getting wet but forget they’ll be dry when it stops.”

Remus turned to look at you, you were still admiring the sky.

He stayed silent copying you and looking back to the sky.

You were both quiet before the rain picked up, pelting each of you in the face.

Remus stood up first, with the same grunt he let out when he laid down.

He extended his hand out, offering you help, he pulled you up.

Your hair was damp, your uniform too.

Remus appreciated how your hair stuck to the side of your face thanks to the rain, your eyes were soft looking at him, he appreciated that too.

A subconscious smile made its place at home on Remus’ face.

Suddenly “Moony!” Was shouted from across the Pitch, Sirius was jogging toward the pair of you.

A sigh ripped through Remus.

“Maybe we’ll do this again sometime Remus,” you said, your own smile gracing your lips.

You started on your way back to the castle, taking your time gazing up at the sky while you walked.

“Who was that loverboy?” Sirius teased, grinning and clapping him on the shoulder

“I haven’t got the slightest idea.”

It was hours later that Remus realized he had never told you his name.

[6thhour]

Glasses

James Potter x F!Reader

Fluff

Notes: Reader wears glasses, Readers house isn’t specified, possible ooc James?, not proofread, established relationship, Reader and James kiss

This is very short but I wanted to post something, finals were kicking my arse so I went M.I.A

Word count: 772

James would never dictate what you did, and certainly not what you wore. He respected you too much, he loved you too much.

When he saw you were without your glasses at the train station, but he didn’t think much of it.

You have expressed to him before your interest in trading your frames for contacts,

But when you greeted him with a long-awaited kiss before you boarded, something was missing.

The small barely noticeable clink of your glasses on his.

It was silly, a noise really isn’t anything to get worked up over.

You walked with him to his compartment where the rest of the marauders were already seated.

“I’m going to go find the girls alright? I’ll see you after a while, love.” You said before giving him a parting kiss.

His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you walk away, still missing the sound.

It didn’t get better over the next few days, every time you and James snogged, yes he enjoyed it but he still mourned your glasses.

He couldn’t help it

Your missing frames were weighing heavily on his attitude.

James was spiraling, the only topic of conversation he could muster was about glasses, yours and frankly, the marauders were tired of it.

“The world is still spinning Prongs, something as simple as glasses shouldn’t pull this kind of reaction from you,” Sirius said, from his upside-down spot on the sofa.

“I know! It’s ridiculous!” James said with a groan.

“Can’t you just ask her to put them back on?” Peter asked.

James whipped his head to look at Peter, a look of disbelief painting his face

“Pete, she chose to swap her frames for contacts and I respect that.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders dismissively

“You’ve got to be easy with birds Wormtail, she might get the wrong idea if James told her to put her glasses back on,” Sirius continued.

“Just kiss her more often, get used to her not wearing her frames,” Remus spoke, ending his silence.

James perked up at Remus's words

“You're onto something Moony.” James acknowledged, standing from his seat next to Sirius before heading upstairs to the dorms.

When James got to you he found you alone, which he silently thanked Merlin for.

“Hey sweets, what're you up to?” He greeted as he closed the door behind him

You were sitting at your desk when he came in.

“Hey Jamie, I was just looking over the syllabus for Slughorn’s class,” you said looking up at your boyfriend, a smile making its way into your face at his presence.

He strode toward you and leaned over your shoulder feigning interest in the syllabus.

He pressed a kiss on your cheek, still leaning over your shoulder then another kiss then another, each kiss grew closer and closer to your lips.

“Quite affectionate today aren’t you,” You giggled before he planted a kiss on your lips.

He kissed you breathless, over and over again like he was trying to prove something to the point your chest heaved.

“What's gotten into you, Jamie?” You asked, finally pulling away from him

James didn't answer, he only looked at you, his glasses were slightly fogged up and his eyebrows were knitted together.

He was looking at your eyes but he wasn't making eye contact, it was more like he was looking around your eyes.

“James? What's wrong?”

You were starting to get worried, he sighed and squeezed his eyes shut.

He muttered something under his breath you couldn't hear clearly

“What was that Jamie?”

He sighed again “I miss your frames…” He admitted.

“That's… a little out of the blue isn’t it?” You laugh

“I- it’s stupid but… there- there was a little clinking sound when our glasses touched when we snogged.”

James was ashamed of himself, he felt his face turning hot with embarrassment.

He stood to his full height and faced the door now which made you giggle, you got up from your seat and walked over to the trunk in front of your bed

You grabbed a small case and walked in front of your boyfriend.

He looked down at you and opened his mouth to speak but he shut it promptly when you took your glasses out of the case in your hand and placed them over your eyes.

A wide toothy smile adorned James' face at the sight of your glasses, the blush from embarrassment turned into adoration.

“Contacts make my eyes itchy, I was going to start wearing these again anyway.”

James cupped your face and planted multiple pecks on your lips.

A clink accompanied every press of his lips to yours.

[6thhour]

Jealous? Ridiculous.

Regulus Black x F!reader

Fluff (Maybe a bit hurt/comfort?)

Notes: Slytherin!reader, grumpy/sunshine undertones, probably ooc Reg, Ev & Barty are a bit cheeky, fake!Bartyxreader , not proofread

Word count: 1670

“Are you so daft that you can't take a hint? Leave me alone you twat!”

Those were the words replaying in Regulus’ head, your hurt expression accompanied them.

Those were the words that had Regulus feeling guilty

You were sitting at the very end of the Slytherin table in the great hall staring down at your plate and picking at your food, with a faraway look on your face.

Regulus should have been reveling in the silence from you, the freedom, you annoyed him to no end with your out-of-place cheerfulness and your knack for finding him in any crowd.

It was no secret that Regulus thought you were insufferable, he tensed when you entered a room, he rolled his eyes when you opened your mouth to speak, he even went to embarrassing lengths to avoid you some days.

“Where’s your lap dog Reg?” Rosier would ask if he saw Regulus alone in the corridor.

“Has the sun gone down? I can’t seem to find your shadow.” Barty Crouch would cackle in the common room when you’re nowhere to be seen.

He hated to think a little teasing caused him to snap at you so cruelly.

Regulus couldn’t focus on anything his friend was saying, he was in between playing with the food in front of him and sneaking glances toward your place at the table.

Barty was the first to notice Regulus’ absence when the sarcastic comment he was expecting in response to the story he had been telling never came.

Barty’s eyebrows knitted together in frustration, he glanced across the table to see if Evan had noticed Regulus’ behavior, only to be met with Evan’s face covered by a book.

Barty was now annoyed with both of his friends, he just wasted a very entertaining story on the air.

Barty saw Regulus’ head raise slightly, following his eye line Barty’s eyes zeroed in on what the black-haired boy was looking at. You.

He had just then noticed he hadn’t seen you near as much as he usually did, you usually made yourself at home with him and his friends (Specifically Regulus) during Potions, Charms, and Defense not to mention during meals and now you were sitting alone.

Barty was intrigued.

“What’s wrong with your admirer hm? What happened there?” Barty nudged Regulus in the ribs

Regulus turned to Barty, a scowl etched on his face.

“Piss off Crouch, mind your business.”

Barty put his hand over his chest and gasped dramatically, “Now, now loverboy just because there’s trouble in paradise doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me.”

Regulus just looked back to you without a word, a scowl still decorating his face.

Evan stopped reading, having overheard Barty’s words.

“What’d you do to her?” Evan asked while curling the corner of his page to bookmark it.

Regulus turned his head again, to Evan.

“I didn’t do anything to her, Rosier.”

“Alright…Then what’d you say to her?”

Regulus didn’t answer right away, he glanced over to look at you again.

Barty’s eyebrows shot up at the silence

“I may have…Implied she was daft and called her a twat.”

A strangled moan made its way out of Barty’s throat, he immediately put his head in his hands.

“Why in Merlin’s beard would you do that!?” He whisper-shouted “Fix it!”

“Why do you care so much?” Evan raised a brow looking at the Crouch boy.

“I'm able to sleep during Charms because she lets me copy her notes afterward! She won't continue if I'm associated with a git who called her a daft twat!” Barty replied with distress lacing his tone.

“I didn't call her daft! I implied it!” Regulus defended.

“Like that makes it better! Why couldn't you have just dismissed her like every other time she pisses you off!?” Barty exclaimed.

Regulus sighed.

“If you think she's a daft twat, why are you crying all over the place in her absence?” Evan interrupted

“Oh- for the last time I didn't call her daft! And I'm sure as hell not crying.”

“Right, sorry, why are you moping in her absence then?” Evan sarcastically corrected.

Regulus let out another sigh, but other than that had no response.

When he turned his head to look at you again you were gone, his heart sank at the empty seat.

You kept your distance like he requested, it had been a week and a half since he yelled at you and Regulus was miserable. He wouldn’t admit to anyone it was because of you partly because he didn’t believe it himself.

But Evan and Barty were set on making him realize.

Yesterday morning the two of them sat with you, they chatted with you the whole duration of breakfast, not one minute going silent between the three of you.

They had you laughing and smiling.

Regulus glared at his friends, Evan pretended as if he didn’t notice his eyes but Barty winked at the grey-eyed boy and as if that wasn’t enough, he scooted closer to you.

Today, Rosier and Crouch ditched Regulus during Defence Against the Dark Arts to practice their patronuses with you.

But after classes had ended, the boys were lounging in their shared dorm, everything was seemingly back to normal.

“Hey Reg, what time is it?” Barty asked out of the blue, Regulus skeptically looked at Barty and then at his watch,

“ ‘Bout four.”

“Ah, I ought to get to the library then,” Barty announced abruptly standing.

“What’re you heading to the library for?” Evan asked a small smirk on his face.

“I’m going to study for Charms,” Barty answered, a wide grin stretching across his face.

“Since when do you study?” Regulus huffed out a laugh.

Barty’s grin turned wicked.

“Since Y/N asked me to join her,” Barty said smugly walking out the door.

Regulus’ face dropped in an instant once he heard her name, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched Barty shut the door behind him.

“Since when are she and Junior so close?” Regulus murmured, his eyes still looking at the closed door.

“No idea, you reckon it’s a date?” Evan hummed.

When Evan’s eyes looked over to see Regulus’ reaction he was met with the sight of Regulus’ jaw clenched and eyes sharp.

“Jealous?” Evan wondered.

Regulus’ head snapped toward his roommate. “Of course not, don’t be ridiculous.”

Evan shrugged.

Over the next week, you had been spending a lot of time with Barty, much to Regulus’ dismay.

You had even come to the boys’ dorm to study. Your study session was a lot of Barty whispering in your ear and making you giggle, Regulus wasn’t able to stomach it so he had to leave the room.

“You’re only doing this to get notes aren’t you?” Regulus asked as he and Barty walked side by side down to the dungeon.

“Doing what?”

“You know damn well what. Being the way you are with Y/N.”

“How exactly am I being?” Barty was smirking, he looked thoroughly proud of himself.

“You two seem to be cozy as of late.”

“Sweet girl, what can I say? One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.”

That made Regulus stop in his tracks.

Barty kept walking but didn’t get far enough away before Regulus grabbed him by the collar.

“Don’t you dare insinuate she was trash to me, Crouch.”

Regulus’ eyes were narrow and cold as they glared at his classmate.

“Alright! Alright, Merlin’s beard Black!” Barty exclaimed.

“Leave her be, yeah?”

“Yeah, Okay! Let me go!”

Regulus let go of Barty’s now crumpled shirt collar and continued his way to the dungeons as if nothing happened.

The next day, Barty was back in his usual spot; next to Evan across from Regulus and you were at the end of the table.

“Go on,” Barty said glaring at Regulus.

“What are you on about, Junior?”

“Well, you almost cost me my life yesterday because you were jealous.”

“so go on, go sit with the poor girl, you’ve gone and scared her friend away, she’s all alone now.” Barty chided.

Regulus looked over at you, you were in fact alone, your head was resting in your hand and you had a bored look on your face.

“I don’t think she’d be mad if you went over to say sorry for calling her a daft twat, she’s quite loyal, that one,” Evan persuaded.

“I didn’t call her daft!” Regulus said before he shot up from his seat at the table and walked to the end.

You didn’t notice him at first, not until he sat down in front of you.

Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised.

“Regulus,” you greeted.

“Hello, L/N.” He responded, a puff of air leaving his lips.

You were quiet. Too quiet for his liking.

He missed when he couldn’t get you to shut up.

“I uhm– I wanted to apologize.”

Your mouth opened in surprise and Regulus felt all the guilt and misery travel back into his body, he looked down at the table in shame.

“I don't think you’re daft and you’re not a twat… I feel terrible, I've felt terrible ever since I said it— I know I'm not good at this but-”

“Regulus.”

He looked back up at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

“It's okay…I was being clingy, I-”

“No. Don't. It's not your fault I was in a mood. I've come to realize I like clingy, I miss your clinging.”

He cuts you off, the words leaving his lips are coming out faster than he can process what he's saying.

Once he has realizes what he said his face goes bright pink and he hears the distant cackle of Barty Crouch Jr, he looks back down at the table, this time in embarrassment.

“Regulus, I accept your apology… I hope you understand that this warrants my clinging to return tenfold.” You say.

Regulus looks toward you again and a dry chuckle leaves him.

He runs a hand over his face in relief.

“I think I can live with that.”

[6thhour]

do a flip! - harry potter

summary: harry tries to find out who your crush is, and you give him a negotiation: you'll tell him if he tells you his. you're confident he doesn't have one, having been dumped only three weeks ago. he proves you wrong. wc: 1.7k+ part of my wolfstar!daughter au :)

Your dad’s loud voice boomed in the entryway at the sight of his best friend. Crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned against the wall with an unimpressed look on your face, making brief eye contact with your aunt Lily, who held the same expression. Your dad and uncle James always had to act as though they didn’t leave next door to each other, both houses overlooking the same large lake.

Harry pushed past the two men to enter the house, rolling his eyes playfully at you, greeting you with a shove to your shoulder. You scoffed, turning around to make your way to the kitchen, where your second dad was already grabbing things from the fridge. Lily made her way to greet Remus with a hug, and you pushed yourself up to sit on the counter top, wearing nothing but shorts over your bikini.

James came into the room, announcing “Okay, so all the meat is in this cooler, drinks with Lily, and Harry’s got… What have you got again, love?”

“Quaffle.” Harry replied with a grin and you snorted, watching as he threw it up in the air once. A light tapping on the window caught your attention, and you hopped off the counter at the sight of a dark owl. You opened the window, your dad’s words muffled in the background. “Should we start getting things outside? James, I’ll leave the barbecue to you, mate, alright?”

Unhooking the letter from around the large owl’s clawed hand, you shuffled around the room to find it some treats, scratching its head. The owl’s wings fluttered and it leaned into your touch, hooting quietly. You giggled, shutting the window when it flew away and flipped the envelope over.

It was addressed to you.

The letter was from Theo, who you’d tutored this past year in charms, and he was raving about how his parents were finally going to let him on a trip abroad with his friends now that his grade had recovered. You grinned, chuckling quietly as you read over the crossed out curse words, eyes finally landing on the ‘You’re literally my hero, have a good summer Lupin’

“Letter from your boyfriend?” Your eyes flitted up at Harry’s teasing comment, and you noticed he had attracted the attention of your parents, who stood frozen in place. “Sorry, don’t you have your own relationship to worry about?”

“We both know she broke up with me.”

“Oh how could I forget; it’s all you’ve talked about for three weeks.” James chuckled at your retort, watching his son huff and put his hands on his hips.

“I just want to know why! She never told me!”

“It’s probably because of that haircut.” Harry’s hands shot to his hair in insecurity, but then he saw the way you laughed and immediately dropped them, glaring at you. He had only cut his hair last week.

“Love, you have a boyfriend?” Asked Remus, but you shook your head, snatching a cherry tomato from the vegetable platter he held, popping it into your mouth. “No. Harry’s just jealous there’s another man in my life.” Lily’s eyes lit up, and she smiled fondly as Harry’s face immediately flushed. He shook his head frantically, beginning to deny what you said instantly.

“I’m not! But you don’t meet up to tutor someone twice a week!” “Harry, he was failing. And besides, I got paid for it.”

“Paid for it how?” You gasped loudly at the insinuation behind his comment, ignoring the surprised looks on all the adults’ faces. Lily scolded her son with a loud call of his name, but your next comment was already tumbling out of your mouth before you could help it.

“Please, if either of us here are whores, we both know it’s you, Mr. lets the slytherins win a game in exchange for head.” Harry grimaced and you bit down on your bottom lip, aware that you had revealed too much in front of his parents.

“You did what!?” James cried, Lily stunned into silence. “It wasn’t an important game.” Harry defended weakly as his dad went on to rant about the importance of integrity and competition, and, well, quidditch. You shifted your weight from one foot to another, sending Harry an apologetic smile. “Should we all go take a dip in the lake?” You suggested in a poor attempt to change the topic of conversation.

“You guys go ahead,” Began Lily, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, “We’ll follow you in a bit.” Nodding eagerly, you grabbed Harry’s wrist, dragging him outside through the backdoor of the house.

“I’m gonna jump!” Harry cried dramatically in response to the situation you had just escaped, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he ran towards the small wooden dock leading into the lake. Shimmying out of your shorts, you giggled, increasing your pace as you cupped your hands around your mouth, yelling “Do a flip!”

The boy complied, twisting his torso to face you as he jumped off the dock, flipping back into the water. Breaking into a run, your feet separated from the wooden platform underneath you, and you tucked your legs into your chest to cannonball into the water, splashing water all over Harry as he resurfaced. He spluttered, shaking the water out of his hair when you broke out of the water’s surface with a proud grin. You lifted your hands up to protect your face from his attack, whining softly.

A silence settled over you, and you tilted your head to the side, trying to get water out of your ear. “You know,” You started when you heard a satisfying pop of water leaving your ear. “I didn’t mean that about your haircut. You look very handsome.” Harry nodded his head in thanks, shrugging his shoulders as he said “And I didn’t mean to insinuate that Nott was paying you with sex.”

You snorted, tilting your head back until the water coated all you hair. “You know, he does like you though.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m not! Trust me on this one, he likes you.” You shrugged, stretching your legs out in the water in front of you, staring at the nail polish on your toes, peeking out of the clear water. Glancing back at Harry, you swallowed thickly at the serious look on his face.

“Does it matter though? I mean, I have my eyes on someone else, so…” Harry’s head snapped towards you from where he was staring at your parents prepping the barbecue and setting a table outside. “Who?”

“I’m not gonna tell you, I’m not stupid.”

Harry swam towards you, water splattering around you at his sudden movements. “Pleaseee.” “I’ll only tell you in return for your crush.” You were proud at the negotiation, well aware that your best friend had just gotten out of a relationship three weeks ago. He didn’t have a crush, and therefore, you wouldn’t tell him yours.

“She doesn’t even like me, so it doesn’t matter.” Harry’s confession had you losing control over your limbs, waving your arms around in the water as you lost balance of your floating. “Wait, you like someone!? You were dating Ginny like two weeks ago!”

“I’ve liked her since before Ginny. Before all those other girls.” Pushing aside the pang in your chest, you forced a grin on your face as you stared at Harry with a teasing smile. “That’s so cute! Who is it?” But Harry stubbornly shook his head. Humming, you rolled your eyes in exaggeration as you floated to the water’s surface, laying on your back. “Fine. I won’t tell you who mine is either.”

“Well that’s just not fair.”

“It’s totally fair. I don’t know if he likes me, so if I’m following your logic, I shouldn’t say. What are you scared of anyway?”

“That she’ll reject me!”

“How is she going to reject you if you’re just telling me!?”

Harry went silent, his face flushing a dark red. You tilted your head to the side, jaw slacking as you took note of the way he avoided your gaze. “Harry Potter.”

“It’s nothing, it’s dumb.” “Harry Potter!” You giggled ecstatically, flipping onto your stomach and swimming over to him in three fluid strokes of your arms against the smooth water. He stared into the clear water, looking down at his feet, buried in the sand until he couldn’t possibly avoid looking at you; so close that he could see your feet kicking in the water below to keep you afloat.

He almost laughed at the sight.

“Am I your crush?” You pushed. Harry could almost hear the smile in your voice, but still, he refused to meet your eyes. “Don’t beat yourself up over it.” He huffed, on the verge of tears. But how could he cry when you seemed so happy over the revelation? It was either joy or mockery. He prayed it wouldn’t be the latter; he would never look you in the eyes ever again if that was the matter.

“Can you look at me now, so I can kiss you?” Harry’s head shot up to look at you with wide eyes, nearly bulging out of his face. But before you could kiss him, Harry put a hand up to stop you from coming any closer to him. “Why would you kiss me?”

Your shoulders slumped, and Harry could see you were putting more effort in keeping your neck above the water. He put both his hands on your hips to help lift you slightly above the surface. “Because you’re my crush too, stupid.” Harry nodded, grateful for the clarification, and mumbled shyly, “Okay, you can kiss me now.”

With a surge, you threw yourself forward, wrapping your arms over Harry’s shoulders as you slammed your lips onto his. He let out a nervous breath through his nose, his arms on your hips fully snaking around your torso to bring you as close to him as humanly possible.

A clatter of things echoed in the distance, and you heard a high pitched scream ring through the air. “It’s happening! Remus, get the camera!” The pulled away from the kiss at the obvious excitement coming from your parents, and you groaned, digging your face into the crook of Harry’s neck to hide from their humiliation, your cheeks hot with embarrassment. Harry spun the two of you around so you weren’t the one facing towards the house, and one of his hands left your waist to stick a thumbs up in the air towards both of your parents.

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[6thhour]

No class beat down fool.

Ron Weasley x F!reader

Fluff

Notes: Wingwoman!Hermione Wingman!Harry sibling banter between the trio, implied Gryffindor reader, Bashful!Ron, Lavender Brown mentions

Word count: 2048

This song kinda reminded me of Ron

Ron was enamoured.

With you.

He watched you from his seat at the Gryffindor table in the great hall. You weren’t sitting far from him, but you were far enough for him to wish you were closer so he could hear your laughter.

He had it bad.

“Ron, if you keep staring at her like that you’ll run her off before you ask her out,” Harry said from beside him.

“Cheers, Harry,” Ron replied sarcastically before returning to admiring, not staring at you.

He watched the way you giggled at whatever your mates were saying and it made the corner of his mouth turn up.

You were so gorgeous from the way the corner of your eyes crinkled when you laughed and smiled to the way your nose involuntarily scrunched when you were confused.

He was then snapped out of his thoughts when you threw a sideways glance in his direction.

His heart stopped for a moment.

You smiled at him and brought your hand up to give him a slight wave.

He was sure it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen before in all his life.

His face broke out into a true grin and he raised his hand to wave back at you, when he did you giggled and turned back to the conversation between your friends.

Ron was done for.

He put his head on the table and groaned.

Just then Hermione walked up to the table and sat across from the boys.

“Harry! What did you do to him? You know if he’s in a bad mood now it’ll last all day.” She scolded the black-haired boy.

“I didn’t do anything to him! He did it all to himself.” Harry defended.

Ron huffed “There isn’t anything wrong with me, Hermione.”

Hermione made a wary ‘mhm’ sound at the boy.

“Quite the opposite of a bad mood actually,” Harry said, smirking at Hermione. “Oh?” Hermione asked, her interest piqued by Harry’s statement.

“Y/N L/N.” Harry chuckled.

“Y/N?” Hermione asked, turning her head toward the red-head boy who still had his head on the table.

“Well, I must admit your taste in women has improved since Lavender Brown,”

“Oy! Don’t even bring her up!” Ron moaned, whipping his head up to look at the bushy-haired girl. She only chuckled.

“That was not my proudest moment.” He said under his breath, making the girl in front of him laugh harder.

After their shared Potions class Harry and Ron waited outside of Flitwick’s classroom for Hermione so they could all walk to the greenhouses together for Herbology.

Harry was talking about Quidditch plays or something when Ron saw Hermione in the doorway of the classroom, having a conversation with you.

Ron’s mouth dropped open in disbelief when you were laughing at something Hermione said.

When Harry noticed Ron had stopped listening he followed his line of sight and saw what had him so shocked.

“I’ll see you later Hermione,” You bid her a farewell.

“Harry, Ron.” You acknowledged as you passed them, Ron immediately smiled, watching your figure retreat down the hallway.

Hermione was now standing with him and Harry.

“You stole Viktor Krum from him in the fourth year, and now you’ve gone and done it again with L/N!” Harry exclaimed, doubling over with laughter, Ron snapped his head towards Harry and Hermione to look between them with a glare.

Hermione rolled her eyes playfully.

“You’ve got competition, Won Won,” Harry said, clapping him on the back.

“Harry!” Ron hissed, flushing from embarrassment.

At dinner, Hermione was sitting with you.

Ron had started to believe Hermione was trying to get to you before he could. That's why he was shooting daggers toward her half of dinner, the other half he spent watching you.

“Why don’t you just ask her to Hogsmeade this weekend instead of staring if you’re so worried ‘Mione will steal her… You know she wouldn’t do that to you anyways, right?” Harry asked.

“I know she won’t steal her but think of all the things she could be saying about me. I couldn’t ask her to Hogsmeade if Hermione is giving me the reputation of a fool”

Ron confirmed. “Also, for the last time, I’m not staring! I’m…observing, admiring if you will.”

This drew a snort from the black-haired boy.

“Okay Ron, go back to admiring.” Harry chuckled.

In the common room, you and Hermione were still talking.

Ron was going mad with paranoia.

Whenever he heard you laugh he went red, not from infatuation like he usually did, no he went red from humiliation, he was positive Hermione was telling you about his crush on you or worse telling you stories about him and Lavender. He shuddered at the thought.

“Ron, you’re worrying too much, I bet they aren’t even talking about you, now will you focus?” Harry reassured. He and Ron were playing Wizard’s chess but it was hard when Ron kept turning his head every 30 seconds to look at where you and Hermione sat.

Soon enough you bid Hermione a good night and headed for your shared dorm room, Ron watched you walk up the stairs and once you were out of sight he lurched to his feet and made his way toward his friend.

“What were you two talking about?”

“Since when are you and Y/N mates?”

“And how come you sat with her at dinner?”

Hermione smirked at Ron “Wouldn’t you like to know Ronald.”

Ron groaned “Come on ‘Mione! Please tell me! Please!” He begged.

Hermione huffed out a laugh.

“Fine, I’ll put you out of your misery.” Her words prompted Ron to sit down right beside her. Harry joined them muttering about the Wizard’s chess game Ron abandoned.

“We sat together in the great hall because we had a conversation in Charms about the upcoming N.E.W.Ts, we talked about study tactics mostly. She knows I did well on the O.W.L’s and wanted some advice.”

“If you guys were talking about studying then what made you laugh so much?” Ron urged, Hermione smiled, “We ended up talking about how you fell off your broom during Quidditch practice last year.”

“What!?” Ron yelped “No you didn’t! You’re lying aren’t you?” The boy panicked, causing Harry and Hermione to laugh.

Ron scowled at them “Some friends I have.” He mumbled.

“She did mention to me that she plans on going to the library tomorrow…” The girl announced, Harry raised his eyebrows and turned his attention to Ron.

“Okay?”

Harry’s face dropped and Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Ron, are you daft?” Harry asked Ron’s nose scrunched in surprise, “Why would you-? I’m not daft Harry! Are you?”

Harry only sighed.

“What Hermione is trying to get at is she knows where Y/N is going to be tomorrow, and now you know too, that gives you the perfect opportunity to ask her out, you git.”

Ron’s eyes widened.

“Thanks ‘Mione!” Ron appreciated with an embarrassed blush tickling the tips of his ears.

The next day Ron was fighting off nerves left and right.

“What if she rejects me?”

“What if I'm not her type?”

“Does she even know my name!?”

At Ron’s last frantic question, Harry gave him a ‘really?’ look.

“Ron, she literally said your name the other day, she also waved at you during breakfast in the great hall. Mind you, that was all on the same day!” Harry exclaimed.

“Oh, yeah,” Ron remembered, a bashful blush creeping up his neck.

A few hours later after that interaction, Harry had to open the doors to the library and push Ronald in because he was getting cold feet.

“Y’know, maybe I don’t like her as much as I thought I did.”

“Ron. Your pupils turn into hearts when you see her.”

The red-headed boy roamed around the library trying to discreetly look for you, he found you by accident when he wasn’t watching where he was going and ran into a chair, the sound drawing you toward him.

“Ron, are you alright?” Your voice was quiet and he was positive his whole body went red.

“Uhm, yeah…What are you doing in the library?” He asked, trying to play dumb.

“I’m studying for the N.E.W.T’s, are you doing the same?”

“Erm…Yes actually, I was just looking for some material that could be of assistance…” He lied, pretending to scan the bookshelves.

“Well, what class are you studying for? Maybe I could help you find a book.” Ron’s heart melted, not only were you pretty, but you were kind too. But he already knew that.

“Ancient Runes?” He replied lied but it sounded more like a question.

“Oh! I didn’t know you took Ancient Runes too! Here, come with me.” You said, abruptly taking his hand in your own. Ron had become extremely warm at your touch.

You led him further into the library, finally stopping in front of another large bookcase.

You let go of his hand, Ron furrowed his brow in disappointment at the lack of contact.

You pulled out your wand and made a hand movement, suddenly two books drifted from the bookshelf and you grabbed them from the air.

“Here, these should help.” You said, smiling sweetly as you handed him the books.

“Thanks…” He whispered seemingly in a trance.

“Do you want to join me at my table, to study?” You offered.

“Yes!” Ron exclaimed, louder than he should’ve.

You brought a finger to your lips and shushed him through a round of giggles making him feel impossibly warmer.

“Sorry…Yes, I’d like to join you,” He whispered, leaning down next to your ear.

Wordlessly you grabbed his free hand and led him to your spot.

You read the book you had in front of you intently, across from you Ron had his book open to only the second page, he couldn’t focus on the book when you were right in front of him looking so beautiful.

“Ron.”

“...Yes?”

“You aren’t going to pass your Ancient Runes N.E.W.T if you keep looking at me instead of the book.”

Ron blushed.

“I thought I was being more discreet.” He muttered, red-faced while chuckling at himself.

“You weren’t.” You said lifting your head to look at him, when you looked up you had the prettiest smile he’d ever seen etched across your face.

He nervously laughed.

“I actually…don’t have an Ancient Runes N.E.W.T., I don’t even take Ancient Runes.” He admitted.

“So why’d you come to the library?” You ask, putting a bookmark in between the pages you were reading.

You put your elbow on the table and held your head in your hand while maintaining eye contact with the boy.

Ron swallowed nervously.

“Uhm…Hermione told me you’d be here and…” He trailed off.

“And what?” You urged the boy to continue, your smile turned into a smug smirk.

“And I wanted to uh…Y’know.”

The boy in front of you avoided your gaze and looked down at the open book on the table.

“No Ron, I’m afraid I don’t know.”

Ron scratched the back of his neck in a bashful manner.

“Uhm…I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me sometime…” He whispered.

You were quiet, causing Ron to look back toward you, you were still looking at him.

“Ron Weasley, I’d be honoured to go to Hogsmeade with you.” You declared.

Ron’s eyes widened.

“Really?” He asked, giggling in disbelief.

You nodded your head.

He stood up quickly, stumbling a little from the speed at which he stood.

“Uhm I’ll find you later, yeah?” He confirmed before jogging toward the library exit.

You laughed at his excitement as you watched him leave.

Ron ran up the stairs toward the Gryffindor common room, skipping every other step. He shouted the password at The Fat Lady and stepped inside.

Harry and Hermione were playing a game of Wizards chess when he entered.

“She said yes! She’s going to Hogsmeade with me!” He shouted.

“You’d think she just accepted his marriage proposal…” Harry said to Hermione.

Hermione only smiled, “We ought to warn her what she’s gotten herself into.”

Ron scrunched his nose in faux annoyance at his friend's words.

“Ah, piss off you buggers.”

Nothing anyone said could ruin Ron’s day.

[6thhour]

Esoteric

|Sirius Black x Fem!Reader|

4049 words

Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Reader is a Muggle-born, reader is in Hufflepuff & Nawt in the sunshine way, reader is a high-key loner & not by choice

When I was almost done writing this Moon song by Phoebe Bridgers came on and oml

You’ve always been aware that you’re different from everybody else, had it not been for the weird faces people pulled when you came around, people weren’t afraid to point it out vocally

“She’s an odd one!” your primary school teacher would say through a chuckle while talking with your parents

“What a weirdo,” you heard a classmate whisper to another when you sat alone in the canteen.

At eleven your contrast to others was solidified when you received a letter from Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Your parents were stunned, to say the least.

“This must be a prank.”

“It's impossible.”

“There must be some sort of mistake.”

When you and your parents entered Gringotts Wizarding Bank you were the happiest kid in Diagon Alley, for once in your life you were excited to start the school year, you were excited to meet the friends you never had.

Your parents were skeptical of all of this “Wizarding business” as they called it so they only dropped you off at Kings Cross Station, saying goodbye in the car.

You couldn't be bothered to care about your parent's disapproval when you could only think about all the new friends you would finally make.

You sat with a group of older girls who you figured were sisters because on their luggage they had the name Black embroidered on their cases.

They seemed quite close-knit; they all sat shoulder-to-shoulder exchanging conversation. You sort of felt like you were interrupting something so you kept to yourself the whole ride.

The train ride was excruciatingly long but you enjoyed the view you had outside from the window.

You were beyond impressed when you entered Hogwarts, the ceilings were high and littered with floating candle sticks, it was the most breathtaking thing you could’ve imagined.

During the sorting ceremony, you were confused about the houses but you deduced that whichever table cheered after the hat spoke was the one you sat at and you'd go from there.

During your turn the hat sat on your head for a minute speaking out loud about loyalty and kindness before finally deciding on Hufflepuff.

The table with the yellow and black ties was the one that cheered for you. You were excited to be a Hufflepuff.

During your first few weeks, you find that quite a lot of students care about ‘blood purity’, you hear an older Slytherin boy saying he wished he'd gone to Durmstrang because of all the mudbloods crawling around Hogwarts.

You soon learned that you were considered a Mudblood but you didn’t let it bother you, you didn’t feel that you were less than anybody because of your status. Anyone with any real sense wouldn’t care about that.

Your roommates were pleasant, they all seemed to stick together though, they didn't laugh at you or whisper about you which was nice.

At first, you were sure most of your classmates were ahead of you because most of them come from families with at least one magic member but you shared Transfiguration with a redhead girl named Lily who was a muggle-born and could answer every question with ease.

Without knowing, she motivated you to study more often.

As the summer holiday grew near you failed to make friends with the girls in your year. You initially blamed it on the new environment they were facing or the stress of their studies but you began wondering if it was your fault. Did you bore them or the opposite, annoy them?

At the beginning of your second year, you suddenly became the target of some older Slytherins. The boy who tormented you the most was called Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius always had a snide remark to throw your way, sometimes he’d jinx your books blank when you were studying in the library.

Today was no different.

He stalked toward your table with his goons behind him while you sat scribbling words on your transfiguration essay.

“Hm, how tragic being sorted into the house of duffers and being a manky mudblood.” He said loudly to one of his friends before they started laughing.

You sighed and kept writing.

“How tragic being dead ugly and a prat at the same time.” A new voice came from behind Lucius’s group.

Lucius turned around slowly. “Watch your mouth, Black.” He drawled, his nostrils flared

“Take some of your own advice, git.” The voice said.

Lucius scoffed and walked away waving for his goons to follow behind him.

You finally saw the black-haired boy who stuck up for you. Sirius Black.

You remember hearing about how he and his friends get in trouble, you also heard he and the Potter boy were just as bad as Lucius to some kids.

“Thanks,” you whispered meekly

“It’s no problem, Malfoy deserves every bad thing that happens to him,” Sirius said. You only nodded with a tight-lipped smile, nervous he’d think you weren’t worth defending and start making fun of you too.

The book he currently had under his right arm was moved to his left before he stuck out his free arm for a handshake.

“I’m Sirius.” he declared. “I know,” you whispered dropping your quill in your inkpot hesitantly, putting your hand in his and shaking. “I’m Y/N.” Sirius’s handshake was aggressive, causing your arm to rock up and down.

From then on whenever Sirius saw you in the hallways, on the staircases, or in the great hall he shot you a toothy grin and waved.

You weren’t sure whether it was some sort of bit or not but you always waved back just in case it wasn’t.

You saw the faces his mates pulled whenever he smiled at you in their presence, their eyebrow raises, the corner of their lips pulling up in confusion. They acted like everyone else did when you were in primary school.

In the third year, a girl in your year finally started talking to you much to your surprise.

The cozy feeling of happiness filled your brain when a Ravenclaw girl struck up a conversation with you in the library while you studied. She stuck around you for a few weeks.

“Y’know Sirius Black don’t you?” she asked on a random Tuesday.

“Not really,” you replied.

“Well you guys seem awfully friendly in the hallways.” she pointed out

“I guess,” you shrugged.

“You sit right behind him in Charms don’t you?” you furrowed your eyebrows at her; wondering how she knew that to begin with “Yeah, I do.”

“Do you think you could ask him if he wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend since you guys are mates?” she implored, not even looking at you, she was twirling her hair around her pointer finger. You blinked at her for a moment “I guess I could.”

She squealed and giggled happily before giving you a grateful hug.

In Charms you didn’t know why you were so nervous to ask Sirius, maybe it was because over the summer holiday he changed, his hair had gotten longer and he had gotten taller but you swallowed your nerves for your new friend.

“Sirius… Hey Sirius,” you whispered trying not to attract too much attention from surrounding students. The boy turned around with his eyebrows raised before smiling brightly at you.

“Hey, what's up?” he greeted.

“Erm… I know someone who wants to go to Hogsmeade with you this weekend.” You admitted

“Oh yeah? Who is this someone?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed playfully and his smile grew smug, and you flushed embarrassed.

“Uhm, it’s my friend who wants to go with you.” His face drops slightly at your words.

“The Ravenclaw you’ve been hangin’ around with?”

You nod.

“She’s very nice, I think you might like her,” You compliment giving Sirius what you hoped was a reassuring smile, he smiles back at you.

Before he can say anything else your professor taps on Sirius’s desk and raises his finger to his lips silently telling you and Sirius to stop talking.

At the end of class, you stopped Sirius before he exited the classroom. “Will you go with her?” you asked looking hopefully at him, the corner of Sirius’s lips quirked up. “Sure, tell your Ravenclaw I can meet her at the Three Broomsticks at noon, yeah?” He accepted.

You smiled at him nodding as you left the class.

Little did you know your friend had been waiting for you outside, she pulled you by your robes taking you by surprise “What did he say?” she interrogated.

After Saturday your friend didn’t come around anymore, you saw her walking with Sirius in the hallways but she ignored you, you tried waving at them both when you passed by them but only Sirius raised his hand before she grabbed it, and interlocked their fingers as they walked.

They didn’t walk together for more than a week, Sirius went back to waving, but you didn’t.

You decided your studies were more important than friends no matter how badly you longed to have some.

Your grades were better compared to your first two years, you had E’s or O’s in every class.

When summer holiday came near you were already dreading the next school year.

As the fourth year began, the only people you talked to were your professors and you only talked to them if you needed confirmation on the contents of an assignment which wasn’t often.

You should’ve been proud of yourself for maintaining such good grades, but you couldn’t be because you didn’t think of anything other than how lonely you felt this year.

Sirius stopped waving and smiling at you this year.

You convinced yourself it was for the best, he didn’t need to tarnish his reputation by being associated with someone like you.

You buried yourself in books the whole school year so the loneliness was bearable.

A large part of you missed Sirius dearly.

You missed the way he would make faces for you during lectures to see you smile, on the rare occasion you laughed out loud, you even missed seeing the faces people made when they realized who he was waving at when he noticed you at the bottom of the moving staircase while he was at the top.

You sat away from Sirius in your shared subjects, you failed miserably in Arithmancy where you had to sit right beside the boy.

In class, he wouldn’t look at you but he would scoot closer than needed and nudge your foot or shin with his boot or purposefully reach over just to stick his quill in your inkpot when he had his own full of ink.

He carried on like that until the very last week of school, then he started smiling at you again.

You couldn’t help yourself.

It was a natural reaction, impossible to stop.

You smiled back.

Over the summer holiday you and Sirius even sent letters back and forth, you didn't want to admit it but you felt loads happier compared to the beginning of the school year.

Fifth year you… developed over the summer, your mum said you were a bit of a late bloomer and that she was glad that your ‘awkward phase’ was over.

You didn’t even know you were in an awkward phase until she told you it was over.

You didn’t want to feel the way you did, you felt… pretty.

You were used to thinking other girls were pretty but never yourself, that's why it felt so unnatural you could never imagine yourself like other girls.

When you came back to school you tried to cover up anything that had changed but it was difficult, to say the least, baggy trousers and jumpers couldn’t conceal the new height or your new assets as your mother called them.

You saw Sirius on the moving staircase on the second day of school.

And dear Merlin.

Sirius.

Sirius had changed over summer as well, his hair had grown noticeably longer. It was down to his chin by now, he got even taller which you didn’t know was possible.

You noticed he was handsome. You didn’t want to notice it, you felt like a creep thinking about him like that.

Your mind betrayed you, your mum told you- no she warned you that you’d start noticing boys soon, which you knew was inevitable, you just didn’t want it to be your only friend.

Over the next few weeks, you heard things…Your roommates were talking about Sirius while you were getting familiar with the new textbooks.

“I heard that Sirius Black shagged the Ravenclaw head girl.”

“No! You can’t be serious!”

“Hasn’t Sirius gotten so fit? I mean he was fit before but now he’s ethereal!”

“You’re so right! Ugh, I wonder if he’s into Hufflepuffs…”

“Oh Please! He’d probably shag anything with a pulse.”

Every time you heard gossip like that you couldn’t help but blush, some of the things you heard people say about Sirius now were downright naughty.

You subconsciously started avoiding Sirius after hearing all of the rumours you couldn’t face him until you had no option but to talk to him.

You were where you usually were during your free period, in the library, studying.

“Where’ve you been, hm?” you heard him before you saw him, you slowly turned around to see where Sirius Black stood looking at you expectantly with an arched brow.

“Here? At Hogwarts…” You respond, your face instantly feeling hot.

“Oh- okay smartass,” he chuckled. “We write to each other all summer and you’re suddenly too good for me?” He accuses.

You feel the heat creep up to the tips of your ears and dip down your neck.

“I wasn’t- I’m not too good for you.” You defend, Sirius only laughs and sits next to you.

“Don’t worry I was kidding, mostly.” He admits “You have been avoiding me though, haven’t you?” He said sincerely.

“I’ve just been erm… busying myself with the new textbooks and material.” you excuse, he hums in response before he kicks his boots up on the table and takes the book in front of you into his own hands, “This is O.W.L level Care of Magical Creatures.” he pointed out, “Thanks captain obvious, I told you I was studying.” You said leaning over to grab the book back from his hands.

He stopped and stared at you for a while “What?” you asked, your voice quieter than it was earlier, “You look different this year.” He announced, your eyebrows furrowed for a moment before you opened your mouth to say something but you stopped yourself, feeling nervous under his gaze.

“You look different too,” you said with your eyes back on the pages of your book trying to hide your face which was now definitely red, as best as you could while still looking casual.

The boy moved his feet off the table and leaned where his feet used to rest to get a good look at your face, you made the mistake of looking up from the pages and your eyes locked with his grey ones, you felt your face get impossibly hotter and Sirius smirked at the effect he had on you.

You spent more and more time with Sirius in the library as the first term went on, while you tried to read Sirius talked about other students, whether they were students he wanted to brawl with or students he wanted to shag your stomach dropped with every conversation, the idea of him getting hurt and the idea of him being with other girls both rubbed you the wrong way, nevertheless, you said nothing.

During the second term Sirius couldn’t be found in the same room as you unless it was a classroom, he also couldn’t be found without a girl clinging to his arm. It seemed to be a new one every week.

Whenever you saw him and whichever girl he was with at that moment you felt an indescribable pit form in your stomach.

You didn’t know if it was jealousy or envy or something entirely different.

You didn’t know why you felt that way. You knew deep down that you truly never had a chance. It was Sirius Black for Merlin's sake.

It was like a never-ending cycle, you and Sirius would fall out of touch and you would bury yourself in your studies, alone again.

You wished that you were like Sirius, if he were in an argument with Remus he could always hang out with James and vice versa, he told you all about the arguments that ended up like that.

He didn’t truly need you. He had much more outgoing friends, he probably only kept coming back to you because he felt bad. That’s the only reason he even began speaking to you in the first place.

You went the rest of your fifth year watching Sirius from a distance and studying.

Over the summer you didn’t get any letters from Sirius, you wrote him one, saying you hoped he had a good summer.

It was your sixth year at Hogwarts, you’re expecting a quiet year having not heard or seen from Sirius, maybe this was finally it. Maybe you could finally stop letting yourself yearn over someone who didn’t want or need you.

As you expected, you were alone for most of the first term, studying, as per usual. You were content.

The second term started the same as well.

“You’re hard to find.”

Your heartbeat sped up after hearing the male’s voice, and the quill in your hand dropped onto the parchment you were hunched over.

You turned around to see a blonde boy with a Gryffindor tie, you let out a sigh of relief before turning back around.

“Hey! You just looked at me! I know you heard me talking to you.” He said, you turned back around to look at the boy, and he waved in your direction. You looked around.

“Are you talking to me?” You wandered out loud, “Of course, I’m talking to you! You’re the only one here.” He said through a chuckle.

“Oh,” you said dumbly

“You were looking for me?” You asked, recalling his earlier words.

He nodded his head. “I’ve seen you around for a while, you spend a lot of time here don’t you?”

You flushed, embarrassed at his observation.

“Uh yeah I guess I do,” you admitted giggling bashfully.

He walked toward your table and sat next to you.

“You’re cute, y’know.” He declared.

The only way you could respond was with another round of bashful giggles, this drew a laugh from the boy.

You learned his name is Philip Foreman and he’s a seventh-year student. He was a nice enough guy, he makes a few backhanded remarks about your clothes or how much time you spent in the library but you didn’t pay it much mind.

After a few weeks of Philip coming to the library, he asked you to go to Hogsmeade with him, you weren’t sure if you liked him the way he wanted you to but he was nice, so you agreed.

“How about we stop at Honeydukes?” He proposed while swinging your gloved hand with his, your fingers interlocked with his.

You nodded, silently accepting.

You let Philip drag you around to look at different sweets.

“Sirius! Isn’t that your girl?” you heard someone whisper-shout.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“What’re you-…What in the bloody hell is she doing here with Foreman.” You heard Sirius’s voice hiss.

Your breath hitched.

They couldn’t be talking about you, could they?

You were frozen in place with Philip’s hand in yours. Philip was blissfully unaware.

You tried to push what you heard out of your mind but it was hard when you felt eyes on you as you traveled through Honeydukes constantly reminding you.

You were relieved when you and Phillip arrived back at the castle, away from prying eyes.

The morning after you went to Hogsmeade with Phillip you had just walked into the library when you got pulled into a corner.

You yelped from surprise.

You were face to face with Sirius Black putting a finger to his lips to shush you.

You were speechless, after months on end of ignoring you Sirius had the nerve to come storming back into your life and shush you.

Before you could say anything Sirius began

“What in Merlin’s beard were you doing in Hogsmeade holding hands with Phillip Foreman?” Sirius interrogated, his eyebrows furrowed in what looked like anger, maybe frustration.

“What did it look like? I was on a date.” You replied with what you hoped was an assertive tone.

“A date?!” Sirius whisper-shouted “With Phillip fucking Foreman!?” He kept going.

“Yes Sirius, I was on a date with Phillip Foreman.” You said calmly.

‘No.”

“What do you mean no? No, what?”

“No more Phillip Foreman, He’s a wanker.”

Your mouth dropped open in disbelief.

“If Phillip is a wanker then what does that make you!?” You asked angrily

“It makes me someone who wants to protect you!”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before grabbing Sirius by the wrist and dragging him out of the library and into the nearest vacant hallway.

“You want to protect me when you haven’t spoken or written to me in months! Months Sirius! You want to protect me but you’re the one who’s hurting me!”

Sirius opened his mouth to respond

“Stop right there! I’m not done yet; you love to do that, it’s a never-ending cycle with you! You always leave me stranded and alone and without a friend!”

Tears begin streaming from your eyes now.

“You finally start steadily communicating but all you talk about is shagging other girls, then after the holiday you just don’t speak to me ever again! Oh- not until there’s a boy who’s actually interested in me, but no; I'm not allowed to go on a date because mighty Sirius Black forbids it! Why?”

You catch your breath.

“Because you’re so selfish that once you abandon me you can’t let me be happy with someone who isn't you? Is that it?”

You’re shaking from how angry you are, your face is red and hot with tears.

Sirius watches you for a moment.

“If you have nothing to say, leave me alone since you’re so good at it.” You scoff exasperated.

Sirius doesn’t say anything but he pulls you by the back of your head into his chest.

More tears leave your eyes, wetting the front of his shirt, your hands go to his back and you grab fistfuls of his shirt, grounding yourself.

He kisses the top of your head.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers against your hair “I’m so sorry.”

“I’ve completely messed this up, I’ve messed you up.”

More tears well up in your eyes.

“I wanted you to get jealous in the fifth year.” he admits with a wet laugh “I wanted you to walk up to me and whatever girl I was with and tell me you wanted me.”

You hear him sniffle.

“But you’re not that kind of girl, I should’ve known.”

Sirius pulls away and looks down at your tear-stained cheeks, he cups your face.

“I’m so sorry.” He repeats “I’m so sorry, love.”

He thumbs away your tears, replaces his thumbs with his lips, and kisses where your tears were.

His own cheeks were tear-stained, you brought your hands up to his face to mimic his gesture and wipe away his tears.

He gives you another pained laugh as your hands slip down to your sides again.

He looks into your eyes like he’s trying to memorize every detail.

Sirius leans down so his nose is brushing against yours.

“I love you… I’m so sorry,” he repeats the apology, he’s so close you can feel the syllables leaving his lips and touch yours.

He finally kisses you.

It feels like you’ve been waiting a lifetime to feel his lips on yours.

Your hands reach his neck pulling him impossibly closer and your fingers grip the roots of the hair on the back of his neck, the kiss leaves you breathless and needing more.

When you both finally pull apart you look in his eyes and he looks in yours.

“I love you too, Sirius.”

[6thhour]

Masterlist

Golden trio era

Harry Potter:

Nodus Tollens

Ron Weasley:

No class beat down fool

Fred Weasley:

Reevaluation

Marauders era

Sirius Black:

Esoteric

Regulus Black:

Jealous? Ridiculous.

James Potter:

Glasses

Remus Lupin:

Pitch

[6thhour]

Reevaluation

|Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader|

2725 words

Fluff

Notes: reader’s house is not specified, reader is a bit of a grump in the beginning, inaccuracies.

You met Fred Weasley in your third year at Hogwarts specifically during divination, you had the misfortune of being paired with him for the whole term.

Of course, you were privy to him and his brother’s reputation; you didn't live under a rock.

You thought he was absolutely insufferable with his horsing around and constantly turning around to chat with his mates, it was a wonder how he got anything done.

You ignored him outside of divination, half the time you ignored him in divination as well, and you were happy doing so, you dreaded seeing that head of ginger hair every time you walked into the classroom.

When Fred noticed you weren't exactly fond of him, that's when things started getting annoying.

He stopped turning around to talk with his friends and started talking to you.

It started with him acting like he wanted your opinion on the classwork “What do you suppose that is?” he'd ask, looking between you and his tea leaves

“Why don't you ask Professor Trelawney?,” you said, eyes not moving away from your teacup “She’s busy, give me a hand, will you?” he pleaded.

You let out a deep sigh and peered over into his teacup “Looks like a goat to me.” you observed, moving your gaze back to your cup.

“Huh, I thought it might've been a grindylow,” he said giggling to himself.

You rolled your eyes at him but that only spurred him on more.

He then started seeking you out in other classes, deciding to move and sit directly behind you in potions. “Do you have any more Haliwinkle shells? When I crushed mine the powder went all over my desk.” He chuckled.

You scoffed at him, nevertheless, you gave him some of your shells.

You started avoiding him after third year and you were doing a pretty good job of it.

Until your sixth year.

You were put in the same herbology class as the Weasley, even worse you were partnered up on a project that was vital to your grade.

“Hullo partner, this seems familiar, doesn't it? I'm getting a bit of deja vu, aren't you?” he asked with an incredibly smug smile overtaking his face as he approached, seemingly elated you'd been paired up.

You could only shake your head in defeat.

As everyone made their way to their respective partners, Professor Sprout began speaking;

“Your task is to raise a shrivelfig from seedling until it has grown enough to provide medicinal and magical properties.”

You were absolutely mortified. It takes weeks to raise a plant from a seed until it's fully grown.

As Professor Sprout continued speaking about the project Fred leaned down to whisper in your ear “Sounds like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other,”

You turn your head towards him, seeing his smile still adorning his face.

“Evidently.” you deadpan.

He laughs at that even though you aren't sure what's so funny.

You purposefully take longer to pack up than everyone else to talk to Professor Sprout after class.

“Professor Sprout?” you grab her attention from preparing for her next class “Oh-Yes Miss L/N? Can I do something for you?”

“Erm, I was wondering if we had to do the project with a partner, I think I'd be better suited to work independently.” you expressed bashfully.

“I paired you and Fred Weasley together on purpose, I figured you two would work wonderfully together!” She exclaims with a puzzled look on her face.

“I know you two are kind of a contrast dear but give him a chance, he’s quite alright in herbology,” she reassured smiling at you now.

“Right… I suppose I can feel it out and give him a chance,” you reply defeat laced in your sentence.

“That’s the spirit! I'm glad to hear it!”

You bid your professor a quick farewell and begin your walk to your next class.

During breakfast the next morning you shared your distressing herbology news with your good friend Marjorie which might’ve been a mistake.

“With Fred Weasley? I thought you thought he was a total git!” she exclaimed loud enough for the people surrounding you at your house table and probably the other tables to hear.

“Merlin Marjorie! Quiet down would you? The whole student body of Hogwarts doesn't need to hear about my disdain for Fred Weasley!” You whisper shouted, causing Marjorie’s hand to slap over her mouth.

“Sorry,” she apologized, giggling shyly and looking around at who might've heard, in turn making you roll your eyes.

“What made you hate him so much anyway? He seems like a pretty alright fellow to me,” she asks before shoveling a spoonful of porridge into her mouth.

You sighed “I don't hate him, he's very… I don't know; he plays too many pranks, he thinks everything is a joke, I think he knows I don't like him and makes it worse on purpose.” you admit.

“He is fit though, you've got to admit,” Marjorie says pointing her spoon at you playfully, you scoff at her in disbelief making her erupt with giggles which leads to you doing the same.

You really weren't ready for herbology, you weren't ready to start this project with Fred Weasley of all people.

You went to your station and sat your things down as your partner came into the greenhouse laughing at something one of your other classmates said.

“Well hello again partner, how are you this fine afternoon?” The Weasley boy said as he sauntered over toward you.

“Fine, how are you, Fred?” you asked blandly.

“Ah, how nice of you for asking! I'm quite alright!” he said happily.

Today was the real beginning of the project, you had to plant the seedlings.

Once you and Fred had planted the seed you found yourself wishing you could charm the plant to grow faster.

“You alright? You look like you want to murder that soil.” Fred said, chuckling to himself.

You looked up at him “I just hope these things grow fast.” you murmured.

“If I didn't know any better I’d say you'd rather be anywhere but here,” the redhead said as he placed his elbow on the table, leaning down, becoming eye level with you.

“I like herbology, I just don't want to be wrapped up in this project too long.” you excused

“So it's me you don't like?” the boy said, chuckling.

“No, I mean-” you huffed making him laugh, you rolled your eyes at the sound, “The project will take weeks, I’d rather have that time to learn more about other things.” you finally let out.

“Sure,” he says standing back at his full height, a final chuckle escaping him.

Shortly after you're all dismissed from class.

It has been three weeks since you and Fred had potted the shrivelfig, it had been progressing nicely, actually, the whole class’s shrivelfigs seemed great until today.

The shrivelfig fruits have started to wither and their signature violet color has become a dark muted maroon.

“What do you think is wrong with ‘em?” Fred asked, bending at the waist to look curiously at the plant.

“I’ve got no clue, we've done everything right, we were so close to being done with the project,” you murmured, biting your nails.

“Maybe Sprout jinxed them,” He whispered half-joking.

You thought about it for a moment, your eyes widening now looking into his “I think you might be right, it is quite strange the whole class’s shrivelfigs have suddenly gone bad.” you said quietly.

“D’you want to go to the library after dinner? See if we can find anything about counter-jinxes.” he proposed.

“Yeah, we've got to get this sorted out.” you agreed.

“Bet you're happy I'm your partner now, huh?” he asks, smiling at you triumphantly.

You snickered at the proud look that engrossed his face, the sound only making his smile wider.

That evening during dinner in the great hall you were so distracted thinking about the shriveling shrivelfig and Fred that you didn't even notice Marjorie talking to you until she snapped her fingers in your face.

“Hey! I'm asking you a question! Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?”

“Sorry, what did you say?” Marjorie rolled her eyes at you playfully.

“I wanted to know how your herbology project is coming along, I heard Quincey Finnigan say one of Sprout's whole class’s shrivelfigs suddenly tanked.”

“Oh, yeah our shrivelfigs have totally wilted, we’re going to the library after dinner to see if we can find anything helpful,” you explained.

“We’re? As in you and Fred Weasley? My Merlin I think I need to lie down. You? Agreeing to be in Fred Weasley’s presence outside of class? Impossible.” She let out a hearty laugh.

“He actually might have figured out what happened to the shrivelfigs, we’re going to look into counter-jinxes, he's actually very clever when he tries,” You praised.

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” she giggles poking your cheek.

“Oh come off it,” you say, batting her hand away and chuckling “I’ll give credit where credit is due.”

You and Marjorie laughed.

As you approached the library you saw both of the Weasley twins and you felt a pang of disappointment in your chest, at the thought of George joining you, you brushed off the feeling as annoyance ‘I won’t be able to tolerate both of them’ you thought

When you finally stopped in front of the twins you looked toward George “Will you be joining us?” you asked with a sigh.

“No, this sorry sod was just leaving,” Fred replied, giving George a playful shove.

“Aye!” George exclaimed, laughing before walking away backward.

“Don’t let that git drop your grade L/N!” the retreating twin warned through his laughter.

You huffed at their antics

“Let's go,” you ordered Fred

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a salute following you into the library, you rolled your eyes at him

You and Fred spent a while looking at jinxes and counter-jinxes having not a lick of luck.

It was nearing curfew when you started yawning.

“We ought to retire I suppose,” Fred recommends, standing and stretching.

You watched his movements, as your eyes raked over his tall stature you saw his sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing his forearms, and his red and gold Gryffindor tie loosened around the collar of his shirt.

As your eyes traveled downward you saw his trousers were a bit short, probably due to his sheer height, and his ankles were exposed; due to the fact giving you a view of what you found to be mismatched neon polka dot socks.

“Hello?” you heard the ginger say “What? Sorry,” you apologized feeling your face grow hot as you realized you probably looked like a mad woman staring at him like you were.

He let out a breathy chuckle “We ought to get back, it’s almost curfew if Filch finds us we're in for a detention.”

“Oh yeah- you’re right,” you accept as you begin packing up your things.

You notice he's already packed up and watching you, you raise your eyebrow at him. “What are you waiting for?” you ask.

“Figured it wouldn't hurt to walk together,” he shoots you a cheesy grin.

“Oh, alright then,” you feel heat creeping up your ears and down your neck.

As you both start walking you fall into conversation about what classes you both take and upcoming quidditch games but you both circle back to your herbology project.

“How ‘bout we meet again tomorrow? We can keep looking at counter-jinxes but I thought it might be worth looking for potion antidotes or healing-type potions, something of that nature,” He suggests.

“Yeah, that sounds great, potions didn't even cross my mind, good thinking,” You complimented, sharing a smile with him, it seemed like a chain reaction when you smiled he smiled.

When you both went your separate ways you felt that pang in your chest again, confused since you had no reason to feel disappointed or annoyed, you had an alright time with Fred.

You chalked it up to you being stressed over your shrivelfig.

When you entered your shared dorm room you were bombarded with questions from Marjorie.

“You didn't murder the poor lad did you?”

“How’d it go?”

“Did you figure out what's wrong with your fig?”

You indulged Marjorie by answering her questions and telling her about the conversations you and Fred shared on your walk back from the library

“He doesn't seem to be as bad as I thought he was, he's a good conversationalist and very smart.”

After you said that her mouth dropped open in disbelief “Y/N! Missus Y/N L/N! You're going soft on me!” she giggled.

You could only scoff in amusement.

After dinner the next day you met with Fred again, he focused on counter-jinxes that could possibly restore the shrivelfig’s health while you looked at potion antidotes that might be helpful.

“OY!” Fred yelped before he began laughing like a maniac making his way over to you.

“Fred! We’re in a library!” you whisper-shouted.

“Sorry,” he whispered, still laughing. “But I think I've found exactly what we need, this restoration counter-jinx! I don't know how I didn't think of it before! I had to use it when George and I turned Percy’s robes pink!”

The taller boy pushed the book you currently had in front of you aside and placed the one in his hand on the table and pointed to the paragraph he had been reading.

You skimmed over it and gasped “Fred Weasley! You're a genius!” you were looking between him and the book and you were smiling, a smile he'd never seen from you before.

Fred checked out a book that had the instructions on how to perform the counter-jinx along with a book of jinxes he'd found that had nothing to do with your project.

You could only imagine what that book would be used for.

“We're going to have an O by the end of this project,” he said as you both exited the library laughing together.

You and Fred were incredibly giddy the next herbology class when you performed the counter-jinx and your shrivelfig was returned to its natural state.

“Oh, how wonderful! I’m very proud of the both of you, I knew you'd work well together!” Professor Sprout exclaimed as she examined your prosperous shrivelfig.

You and Fred looked at each other and smiled brightly at her words.

At the end of class, you and Fred were walking back to the castle feeling extremely proud of yourselves.

“I can’t believe I'm going to say this, but I think I'm going to miss working with you,” you admitted, a bittersweet smile etched on your face.

“Ouch!” He said rubbing his hand across his chest acting as if you'd physically hurt him.

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed at his dramatics.

“It doesn't have to end, you know, if you didn't avoid me we could actually hang around together,”

Your face flushes and you look down.

“I mean I know you think I’m an inconvenience but I'd say I'm a pretty smart inconvenience,” He says and you feel your face get warmer.

“Ugh, you aren't an inconvenience,” you reply “You're actually not bad at all,” you admit.

“S’that so?” he asks, his eyebrows inching up his forehead.

“Don’t make me take it back,” you groan.

“Oh I wouldn't dare, that's such high praise coming from you.” he quips

You both giggle.

“I am serious though, I'd like to hang out with you, outside of herbology” Your pace slows.

“You really would? Even if I treated you like shite?” You ask, feeling bashful.

“For sure, you're totally wicked L/N,” Fred states.

“Wicked enough for you to want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

There's a beat of silence, and then Fred stops walking.

”Damn, you beat me to it,”

He confesses.

You’re stopped right next to him and you finally look up at him.

“Yeah, you're definitely wicked enough for me to want to go to Hogsmeade with you this weekend.” He declares.

You smile at him and to your surprise he takes your hand in his and holds it all the way back to the castle.

“So does this mean you don't think I'm a git anymore?”

[6thhour]

Nodus Tollens

|Harry J Potter x F!Reader|

1474 words

Hurt/comfort

Notes: Implied Slytherin reader, reader has pure-blood parents. (I think thats it?)

Your parents weren’t totally immoral, contrary to popular belief. They never joined the death eaters or got the dark mark even if their perspectives aligned; they didn’t like the thought of you-know-who being a dictator.

But they had a habit of pushing you to be something you weren’t, they wanted to mold you to fit their standards and it worked for a while, you went to balls with them, you got dressed up when they wanted, and you even indulged them for a few weeks when they wanted to find you a suitor.

Then Harry Potter came into the equation.

His green eyes, dark hair that stuck up every which way, and charmingly awkward smiles.

Harry was like a breath of fresh air, like a drink of water in the middle of a sweltering hot desert.

He was so unapologetically himself that it drew you in. He asked you to be his partner in potions, you agreed even though you saw the harsh criticism Snape showed him.

He was excelling in potions now, because of you. This led to saying quick hellos in the hallways then studying together on Thursdays then Tuesdays as well.

He’d invite you to his quidditch games, even go as far as giving you his scarf when he noticed you hadn’t worn anything red to the Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw game.

Those actions resulted in congratulatory hugs after his games, you don’t know when it happened but those hugs turned into kisses and those kisses turned into a relationship.

You had felt the happiest you’d ever felt when you were with Harry, he was fun and gentle, and he had amazing qualities you’d never experienced until you met him.

You joined Harry and his friends at Hogsmeade one Saturday afternoon, proudly holding his hand as you stood waiting on Hermione to exit Tomes and Scrolls, only halfway listening to the conversation he and Ron were having about quidditch.

You noticed her dress first, in the same style as all of her others but this one was a deep purple-ish maroon, your mother leaving one of the pubs, your father not far behind.

She locked eyes with you then her eyes moved to the boy next to you who was still blissfully unaware of her eyes, she then averted her gaze down to where your and Harry’s hands intertwined.

You saw her eyes widen and look back at your face, the pride you felt dissolved like candy floss in water and was replaced with anxiety. You dropped Harry’s hand and stuffed your own into your jacket pocket.

“Alright?” Harry asked looking down at your face, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He followed your line of sight and saw what you were staring at.

“You know her?” He asked worriedly, this intrigued Ron then he started looking at your mother, “Is that your Mum?” the ginger asked.

You could only nod, Harry whipped his head back to look at her again, when he did she grabbed your father by the shoulder and strode toward you.

You sucked in a shaky breath as she neared.

“Hello darling, I was hoping to bump into you today,” she said looking between you and Harry, then gazing at Ron, prompting him to enter Tomes and Scrolls.

“I was going to write to you instead, but I remembered you telling me about your excitement about the upcoming Hogsmeade trip,” she continued, your father had suddenly come to the realization you were standing shoulder to shoulder with Harry Potter and stiffened.

“Oh, I’m surprised you had the time this weekend.” You added eyes darting between your parents.

“Ah yes but this is important, your father and I were talking with Deirdre Beauregard, you remember from the ball we went to in June? Her son is interested in you.”

Her eyes were locked on Harry for the last bit of her sentence.

Harry’s lips were in a light scowl, he was starting to believe your mother wanted to have a staring contest.

“I don't think he's my type mother.” You told her.

“Oh don't be so pessimistic darling, he's a fine fellow; great grades, he plays quidditch, Deirdre said he's quite a heartthrob.”

You let out a sigh, glancing up at your father in hopes he'd intervene, he was stony-faced also looking at Harry.

Your hope died down quickly when you saw his deep frown.

“I’m sorry Mum, but I'm just not interested in Mrs. Beauregard’s son.” her eyes were back on you.

“Hm, I suppose I’ll have to give the Beauregards the disappointing news.” “I suppose you will.”

“We should be off. We’ll write to you very soon.” your father finally said ushering your mother away, who looked like she might burst a blood vessel.

You watched as they walked away, finally turning to look at Harry who had also been watching them.

“They’re certainly inviting,” he said, looking back down at you.

“I’m sorry, they’re just- I don’t-,” you sighed, in defeat.

Harry took your face in his hand, cupping your cheek “Hey, you've got nothing to be sorry for, you aren't your parents.” He said in a gentle tone.

You tangled your fingers in the hair on the nape of his neck looking into his eyes for a moment before leaning up and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Hermione and Ron came back out of Tomes and Scrolls and the four of you made your way back to Hogwarts, the only other mention made of your parents was by Ronald saying you have your mother's eyes.

Only one day went by before you got a letter from your parents, you dreaded the family seal on the cream-colored envelope.

The letter contained questions from your mother asking about your relationship with Harry Potter, the letter also stated she doesn’t want a half-blood muddying the family blood, even if it was the blood of the Wizarding world's savior.

It took you two weeks for you to reply, unsure if you should respond with the truth or lie.

You did what you thought best for you and Harry’s relationship and responded truthfully, telling your mother about you and Harry, telling her you and Harry have been together for 6 months.

You received a howler during breakfast three mornings after you sent the letter, your mother's voice enraged telling you if you didn’t end this silly relationship you weren’t welcome home for holidays or summers.

You’d be disowned, and alienated from your family.

Across the great hall, people were laughing and whispering about the howler or you and Harry’s relationship.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry was looking at you, at your face, at your eyes he saw the way they became glossy, he saw the tears gathering in your lash line.

You wished you didn't like Harry as much as you did, you wished it was a silly relationship but you couldn't help yourself, Harry was everything you weren't, everything you wanted to be, and with him, you felt like everything was in order.

You slowly got up from your seat and tried to be casual as you walked out of the great hall, crumbled up howler in your fist you felt multiple sets of eyes on you, your walk shifted into a sprint when you knew you were out of sight.

You found yourself in the library in a far corner isolated from everything else, finally letting tears fall.

A familiar glasses-wearing Gryffindor boy approached sitting next to you in silence, the only sound being your sniffling.

“I'm not going to ask if you're okay, but I will ask if you want a hug. Do you want a hug?” you stayed silent but nodded your head.

Harry scooted closer to you and wrapped his arms around you rubbing comforting circles where his hands rested on your back.

After a while, he pulled away both of his hands cupping your face, his thumbs wiping the tears that were cascading down your cheeks.

“I don't know what to do anymore,” you admitted in a whisper, avoiding his eyes feeling guilty.

“They- They’ve always-,” you sighed “I just don’t like their pure blood stuff, but they’re my family.”

Harry turned your face so you’d look at him.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you,” you replied, saying it felt so easy it felt relieving.

“I support you, if you need your family more than you need a relationship, I understand.” His words made you shake your head.

“No Harry, I want you, You are exactly what I need.”

He was quiet for a moment, unmoving his eyes still admiring yours, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the left corner of your lips then the right corner until finally, he kissed you properly.

[6thhour]

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