#c. w. longbottom

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[cmanse]

11 N E W S H A R R Y P O T T E R C H A R A C T E R A I B O T S

As i promised i continue to add and fill the Harry Potter fandom on Character Ai after the almost complete disappearance of bots. I hope these new bots will help those who lost their chat with Harry Potter bots. I tried to put as many different characters as possible, feel free to tell me if you want me to do some on others :) I take aaallll the request

For the request and my character ia masterlist -> CHARACTER AI BOTS (1) ; CHARACTER AI BOTS (2) ; CHARACTER AI BOTS (3)

@ elizabethmanse on character ai ☆

12, grimmauld place (fred weasley x black!user) — as 12 grimmauld place becomes the headquarters of the order of the phoenix, fred weasley questions the connections between user and sirius black. [mxw]

seller of weasley's wizard wheezes (boss!george weasley x seller!user) — user is a weasley wizard wheezes seller, george has a crush on her/him/them [mxn]

snowball fight (prisoner of azkaban!golden trio : hermione granger x harry potter x ron weasley x user) — snowball fight with hermione, harry and ron at hogsmead. [wxmxmxn]

you’re just like your cousin harry (cousin!harry potter x durleys!user) — user thinks she is a witch and asks her/his/them cousin harry for help [mxn]

if you’re lonely, you can be lonely with me (harry potter x user) — christmas holidays mean loneliness for harry, but it seems that for user too. [mxn]

group work (draco malfoy x user) — user and draco malfoy must work in a group for a potion project. [mxn]

arranged mariage (draco malfoy x pure blood slytherin!user) — one of the main duties of pureblood of draco and user is to marry another pure blood to keep the line pure. bad luck for them who hate each other, they are engaged. [mxw]

picnic on the banks of the black lack (boyfriend!cedric diggory x lover!user) — cedric diggory takes his lover user to a surprise picnic at the banks of the black lack. [mxn]

sweet flower and group work (neville longbottom x user) — user and neville are together in a group work in herbology class. [mxn]

detention with your professor (professor!severus snape x student!user) — severus snape puts user in detention after she/he/them blows up the potions classroom. [mxn] [platonic]

your professor summons you for your behavior (professor!remus lupin x student!user) — professor remus lupin can no longer stand his disruptive student, user. in the second quarter, he summons her/him/them. [mxn] [platonic]

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here are 11 new harry potter bots also increasing my masterlist to 20 bots. i'm rather happy with the bots on draco, neville, george and professors snape and lupin, the one of fred, harry and cedric… i don't really know. i don't know if it's really the good vibe of the characters. whatever, i hope you like them!

mxw] = man x woman | [mxn] = man x non-binary/man/woman (you can choose your gender) | [wxw] = woman x woman | [wxw] = woman x woman | [mxwxw] = men x woman x woman

……………………………..……………………………..……………………. • masterlist — my character ai elizabethmanse • bots of 26 dec 2024

[angelicized-d0ll]

Neville Longbottom x Slytherin!Reader Headcanons (Friends to lovers)

tags : fluff, friends to lovers, pining, confessions, no beta reader

a/n : i’m really sorry if theres any weird formatting or discrepancies !! i wrote this on my phone at 4 in the morning with no beta reader and started getting carried away and wrote a oneshot at the end…. woops lol :P also why is neville so criminally slept on in the hp fandom ?? :c im pretty sure ive already read all of his x reader fics available online.. anywho, enjoy !!

• The whole castle was rather shocked when they first saw the two of you walking about the castle's hallways. Your own Slytherin friends questioned you relentlessly as to why on earth you were hanging out with Longbottom of all people??

• To others, you come across as quite intimidating-a young woman with a sharp tongue and ambition, unafraid to engage in a confrontation when necessary. Yet, the moment you're with Neville, you seem like a completely different person.

• It doesn't go unnoticed how you're always craning up to look up at him with that lopsided, goofy smile plastered on your face, the way you always find some excuse to get an invisible piece of fuzz out of his hair so you have a reason to touch him, the way you always ask him for tutoring for Herbology despite being one of the brighter students in the course.

• You guys have become each other's personal protectors. The moment anyone dares to speak poorly of Neville, you're already striding around the corner with purpose.

• "Care to repeat that?" you challenge, your voice steady and dark, sending the terrified third-years scurrying away in a panic.

• You know Neville would do the same for you without hesitation, The instant someone utters a word against you or your house, Neville is right there, swift to silence the rumors and passionately defend his best friend. His loyalty is unwavering, and his determination to stand by you is fierce.

• After a few months, pretty much everyone in the castle knows you two are a thing, except you and Neville. Snape and McGonagall have secretly been placing bets at this point.

• It finally reaches its tipping point one night when you're having a sleepover with Neville in his dorm, the two of you were sitting on opposite sides of his bed, just talking and laughing like you always did. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you while you both grinned like idiots. Your smile suddenly drops though, as you shift around nervously on your side of the bed.

"Neville.. could I um... Ask you about something?"

"Of course Y/N, what's on your mind?" he inquired softly, tilting his head ever so slightly as he smiled dorkily, your heart skipped a beat. You began to fidget with the hem of your jumper as you nervously looked down.

"I just... I can't keep acting like... Like" you paused, your voice catching in your throat. You felt the weight of your unspoken words pressing down on you, a storm of emotions swirling within. With a sudden resolve, you snapped your head back up, locking eyes with Neville, your heart pounding in your chest.

"...Like I'm not in love with you, Neville."

Neville stared at you for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise as his cheeks turned a bright scarlet and he closed and opened his jaw repeatedly

"W-What!?" he finally managed to sputter out.

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the overwhelming urge to disappear. "I'm sorry, I just-I couldn't hold it in any longer," you stammered, your voice quivering just above a whisper. "I understand if you don't feel the same, but I had to let you know, Neville... I'm really sorry."

When you dared to peek back up at him, Neville was still frozen, his mouth slightly agape. For a split second, you thought you'd ruined everything. This was the end of yours and Nevilles friendship. He might be friends with a Slytherin but sweet, precious, kind Neville would never date one.

But then, slowly, he moved closer, His face just a few inches from yours.

"You... love me?" he repeated, his voice softer now, as if he were testing the words on his tongue. You nodded, unable to speak, the nerves tying your voice into knots.

His calloused hands, roughened by years of work in the greenhouse, gently enveloped your softer ones, and he began to trace soothing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. His eyes met yours, a gentle warmth radiating from their depths, and a soft smile spread across his lips.

"I-I love you too, Y/N," he confessed, his voice trembling with sincerity, "I have for ages."

The two of you locked eyes, a comfortable silence settling between you. Neville's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and his voice trembled slightly as he finally broke the quiet.

"M-May I kiss you? Please?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course you can, Nev," you replied. He leaned in, his eyes searching yours for reassurance, and pressed his lips softly against yours, as if you were made of fragile glass. His touch was tentative, like he feared he might shatter you with a single misstep. You lifted a hand, feeling the softness of his hair between your fingers, and gently threaded your fingers through the strands, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss, your heart beating in synchrony with his.

You both eventually break apart to catch your breath, faces flushed with color Neville smiles at you and says, "l, uh... don't think I got it quite right the first time.

Should we give it another shot?" he asked sheepishly

“Well… practice does make perfect,” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck, ready for more kisses.

This was the best sleepover ever.

[lord-of-the-prompts]

A-Z HARRY POTTER CHARACTER PROMPTS:

[Feel free to use any prompt that shouts out to you! I would very much appreciate a tag if you post a fanfic that was inspired by a prompt of mine! Happy writing, everyone!]

[CW: Mentions of torture, death, abuse, mental illness, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, and war trauma.]

A for Aberforth Dumbledore: Nearly a century later, Ariana’s death still haunts him. Now, a second regret lingers—never reconciling with Albus. It seemed Aberforth would always be the man out of time.

B for Bellatrix Lestrange: Bellatrix captures and tortures Neville Longbottom, savouring his screams as she tries to break him like she did his parents.

C for Charlie Weasley: During the Battle of Hogwarts, Charlie arrives atop a fully grown Norberta, turning the tide with fire, fury— and his really good-looking muscles.

D for Draco Malfoy: After being transfigured into a ferret by Moody, Draco later discovers he can shift into a ferret animagus— sometimes unintentionally...

F for Fenrir Greyback: The twisted tale of how Fenrir Greyback became a werewolf.

G for George Weasley: After the Battle of Hogwarts, George encounters a Boggart. He suffers helplessly as he’s forced to relive Fred's death.

H for Harry Potter: In a moment of grief and recklessness after Bellatrix bests Sirius, Harry hurls himself through the veil after him— unprepared for what lies beyond.

J for James Potter: When Lily falls ill from a cursed potion, James has no choice but to swallow his pride and ask Snape for help.

K for Katie Bell: Years later, Katie is stunned when a remorseful Draco Malfoy seeks her out to apologize for the cursed necklace.

L for Luna Lovegood: The first time Luna sees a Thestral, she isn’t afraid. She reaches out, gently, and it doesn’t shy away. “You can see them too?” a voice asks. It's Neville.

M for Moaning Myrtle: Myrtle haunts the girls’ bathroom—but not in the way most people assume. She watches over the girls who come seeking refuge from their fears, their pain, and the dark thoughts they cannot share.

N for Neville Longbottom: After the war, Neville brings a Medal of Valour to St Mungo’s. His parents don’t recognize him, but he still whispers, “We won.”

O for Oliver Wood: Oliver tries (and fails) to flirt using only Quidditch jargon.

P for Poppy Pomfrey: After the Battle of Hogwarts, Poppy Pomfrey scrubs blood from her hands, knowing she’ll never wash away the names of those she couldn’t save.

Q for Quirinus Quirrell: He thought it was just a nightmare—or a cruel trick of the forest. But the sinister voice followed him home from Albania. And it won't leave him alone.

R for Regulus Black: Regulus has a nightmare about the night Sirius was disowned—his mother’s screams, the portrait in flames— it was complete and utter chaos. But no matter what Walburga said or how many twisted slurs she spat, Regulus would never change his mind— Sirius was still his big brother. Always.

S for Severus Snape: Severus only ever used the Sectumsempra curse once. It cut deeper than he imagined, and he never told anyone how long James bled.

T for Teddy Lupin: After Andromeda’s death, Harry and Draco both seek custody of Teddy, rekindling old wounds in the courtroom.

U for Umbridge (Dolores): During his fifth year, Harry sees faint red scars on Ginny’s hand—I will not question authority.

V for Viktor Krum: Five times Viktor mispronounced Hermione’s name—and the one time he said it right.

W for Walburga Black: Furious over Sirius's rebellion, Walburga forces the Dark Mark onto Regulus, sealing his fate as a Death Eater before he was old enough to decide for himself.

[Kindly note that there is only one prompt per letter, except for E, I, X, Y, and Z, for which no prompts are included.]

[dufferpuffer]

Order member ages

Just wanted to post this as its own thing for future reference. People often say Dumbledore recruits directly from Hogwarts, but it never seemed to line up with how old most of the members were...? So - I looked up who all the known members are! :)

First War:

Order was founded 1970 at the earliest - dissolved 1981. Earliest birthday possible: 1953, graduating 1970

S. Black, class of 78. R. Lupin, class of 78. P. Pettigrew, class of 78. J.+ L. Potter, class of 78. S. Snape, class of 78 E. Bones - Murdered w. wife + kids. Brother of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones. M. Fletcher - already well integrated in Wizarding crime world. A.+ F. Longbottom - They would have been OLDER than the Potters as they were 'Prominent Aurors' and Auror training takes years to complete. A. Moody - Legendary Auror. Retired after this war. S. Podmore - Born 1956/1957, apparently…? G.+ F. Prewitt - Molly Weasley's brothers. E. Doge - Albus' schoolmate. Ab. Dumbledore - His brother. A. Figg - old Squib. R. Hagrid - He was 51 when Harry was born Unknown age estimate: C. Dearborn - Missing. D. Diggle. B. Fenwick - 'bits of him' were discovered. D. Meadowes - Personally killed by Voldemort, might mean he is a skilled adult. M. McKinnon - Killed 'with her whole family' E. Vance - 'stately looking with a green shawl' in the the 90s.

Note with the Longbottoms: They were 'Prominent Aurors' - which means they worked for the Ministry for some time. If they were born 1953, and thus graduated 1970 - they would only be 27 when Neville was born... giving them a little time to have built their careers while still being a younger couple. But was the Order formed right at the crack of the war...?

Second War:

F. Delacour - 95/96 at Gringotts, joined the order through Bill. H. Jones - Unknown age. Never mentioned to be at Hogwarts while Harry is there. N. Tonks - Adult, well into Auror training. C + B Weasley - Adult, well into their own careers. A + M Weasley - Born 1949/1950. M. McGonagall - I mean I suppose she was recruited from Hogwarts hey haha K. Shacklebolt - An Auror; my man became Minister of Magic F + G Weasley - 'Graduated' 95/96 - opened store H. Granger; R. Weasley - First mission seems to be when 17 H. Potter - Did some things with Albus at 16...? Unclear.

If I am missing anyone please add B^)

- Harry was doomed to face Voldemort anyway. Does he really count as an Order member...? He's more the reason the order exists. - Ron and Hermione are there in support of Harry - and only do things for the Order after Albus' death, when they are 17 and don't have much choice, they are hunted. Is it really 'joining the Order' when the order barely exists anymore...? - Fred and George... did they do any Order things before Albus' death...? Were they just running their shop, with their Mum breathing down their backs to not get involved? Unclear.

Notes to do with the second Order: Molly is against the children participating. Sirius, Lupin, probably some others but I can't remember are in support of it.

Albus Dumbledore was also against the children participating - especially in 95/96, where his whole deal was trying to keep them at school, safe - even though they weren't learning jack shit. It takes Harry having a meltdown, Sirius dying - and Dumbledore being cursed - for him to go "Fuck it... Harry, you should help. I gotta teach you before I die."

Observations about both Orders:

They both have a large group that come from one source. In the First War it was the Marauders, in the second the Weasleys.

They also share an 'Auror talent' that seem more affiliated with Moody than they do Albus: Tonks and the Longbottoms.

It makes sense that when one person joins others are likely to follow. The Weasley parents -> the Weasley kids -> Fleur. James, Sirius -> Peter, Remus, Lily -> Severus.

That's not really recruitment from school.

If I personally were to use the school to groom/recruit children to fight for me in a war: I would be trying to get the best from every year. I would be heavily encouraging kids from all year levels that show promise to take certain classes and learn certain spells... Then, I would assess them when they graduate: '71, '72, '73, '74, '75, '76, '77, '78 was a big year. '79, '80... A constant trickle. A couple of new people this year, one the next - and they are all likely to bring at least a friend along, too - right...?

Yet we don't really see that happen. It's just that one bumper crop from 78, that one friend group. Were there NO talented graduates in any other year...? Was ONLY Griffindor considered...?

There isn't exactly a 'skill requirement' to join the Order. You had people there just to source information. Remus did werewolf jobs. Peter Pete'd all over the place. There were min. 2 pregnancies...

They were losing people - if they needed quantity over quality, if they only really needed base loyalty and a good heart... why NOT recruit more students? And yet there's just one blip in 78.

That doesn't particularly scream 'groomed child soldiers' to me. BUT - there are 6 people from the first Order whose ages can't be estimated. Are they the missing child soldiers from the years before/after the Marauders? Dunno.

[little-mary-marauders]

My thoughts on characters I remembered in math class.

Regulus Black: Aka the better Black. Pandora Lovegood: PLEASE PLEASE MOMMY. Barty Crouch JR: Fruity asf. Evan Rosier: Lowkey manipulative sometimes (I WAS MAD AT HIM BCZ OF A FICT) James Potter: LOML,HUSBAND. Sirius Black: B for leaving reg but aesthetic>>> Remus (moony) Lupin: Moony>>> Entire Marauders/HP Universe. Peter Pettingrew: Young Peter>>> Older Peter Marlene McKinnon: She can do whatever she wants to me. Run me over and I'll apologize for being in the way. Mary Macdonald: Cute asf. Lily Evans: Sometimes my girl needs to calm down. (IDK OKAY SHES THE LOML MATH CLASS FUCKS ME UP) Alice Prewitt: Older sis Frank Longbottom: ILY, Older brother. Dorcas Meadows: Ur hand in marriage darling. Harry Potter: Child of Reg and Jamie, Lily = Surrogate mother. Also fuck head for naming his son that. Ron Weasley: Stfu not everything has to be abt u, ily tho. Hermione Granger: Remus 2.0 Ginny Weasley: BAMF AKA Dorcas Meadows reincarnate. Bellatrix Black/Lestrange: Someone save her from the Rudolph the red nose deer wannabe. Narcissa Black/Malfoy: Deserved love. Andromeda Black/Tonks: Slayed when she ran. W*llb*rga Black (burnt burger): The devil doesn't even like you. Or*on Black: Hell won't accept your sorry ass. L*c*us Malfoy: I hope you rot in hell, if satan lets you in. Avery: Bitch. Mulicber: Mother Fucker. Snivellus: Needs to wash his hair. Draco Malfoy: Needs to stop saying "My father will-" Mathew Riddle: Hot. Blaise Zabini: Eh, nice, depends tho. Crabbe: Idk, stupid and somehow turned black. Goyle: Idiot. Theodore Nott: Cute, Hot, Rich, Daddy issues. Pansy: Dora the explorer wannabe. Albus Severus Potter: Deserves a better father.

[t1oui]

aggressively plotting the muggle hs au before i inevitably move on from it without writing so much as a sentence ANYWAY here are basic intros to the main cast

harry potter (he/him, bisexual) - age 15 (year 11) - lives with regulus and james and recently moved to the area to be closer to lily, pandora, and luna (they moved a few years ago bc lily got a new job) - wants to join the swim team

hermione granger (she/her, lesbian) - age 16 (year 11) - another new student, moved b/c her parents were moved to the dental clinic downtown

ron weasley (he/him, pansexual) - age 15 (year 11) - president of chess club - wants to be goalie for the school hockey team - viktor's host family and not happy about it (at first anyway ;))

pansy parkinson (she/her, transfem, lesbian & asexual) - age 15 (year 11) - wants to be a journalist, part of one of the local old money™️ families - on the swim team (?)

draco fortescue-black (he/him, gay) - age 15 (year 11) - lives with narcissa, alice (his parents), & neville (his brother) - big drama queen

neville fortescue-black (he/him, straight) - age 15 (year 11) - draco's brother, narcissa & alice's son. also frank longbottom's son ofc, frank visits a lot - has liked hannah since year 7

blaise zabini (he/him, bisexual) - age 15 (year 11) - very charming to hide the fact that he's a hopeless romantic - does track & field and has set like 3 school records

cedric diggory (he/him, transmasc, pansexual) - age 17 (year 12/sixth form) - captain of the swim team - fleur's host family - studying french, economics, and math for his a-levels

fleur delacour (she/her, aromantic asexual) - age 17 (year 13/sixth form) - exchange student from france, staying with the diggorys - studying psychology, english language/literature, and business

viktor krum (he/him, bisexual) - age 16 (year 12/sixth form) - exchange student from bulgaria, staying with the weasleys - on the rugby team & in chess club - studying german, psychology, and art

cho chang (she/her, bisexual) - age 16 (year 12/sixth form) - cedric's best friend, does swim w him - theater kid (stage crew) - studying art, english language/literature, and chemistry

ginny weasley (she/her, transfem, lesbian) - age 14 (year 10) - on the girl's rugby team - has beef with lavender brown for unknown reasons

luna lovegood (she/her, omnisexual) - age 14 (year 10) - harry's younger sister (lives w pandora and lily, goes to xeno's for one weekend each month) - helps write school paper - she's either loved by people or hated by them no in between

dean thomas (he/him, bisexual) - age 15 (year 11) - kissed ginny once last year and ron has hated him ever since - dating seamus, best friends w pavarti

seamus finnigan (he/him, gay) - age 15 (year 11) - 100% lavender brown's beard - dean's boyfriend, lav's best friend

pavarti patil (she/her, lesbian) - age 16 (year 11) - worships the ground lavender walks on but refuses to say so - hates rugby, plays anyway

lavender brown (she/her, bisexual) - age 15 (year 11) - dated seamus in year 8 - consistently flirting with pavarti, who is completely oblivious

padma patil (she/her, aromantic) - age 16 (year 11) - ron is one of the few people who can tell her and pavarti apart, for this reason they're best friends - vice president of chess club

hannah abbott (she/her, pansexual) - age 15 (year 11) - neville thinks he's sly but she totally knows he likes her (she likes him back) - gossips with padma about EV👏REY👏THING but they're not really friends

[wordssricochet]

March's Masterlist

by wordssricochet™

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Hogwarts | 1991 | Golden Era |

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Cedric Diggory

�� Grieving For Someone Alive | C. D | ☣︎ (angst)

— Try Again | C. D | ♡ | Pt. 2 of GFSA |

Hermione Granger

— None yet (still in the making)

Lee Jordan

— None yet (still in the making)

Angelina Johnson

— None yet (still in the making)

Neville Longbottom

— None yet (still in the making)

Luna Lovegood

— None yet (still in the making)

Draco Malfoy

— Flipped | D. M | ☣︎ (angst)

Theodore Nott

— None yet (still in the making)

Pansy Parkinson

— None yet (still in the making)

Harry Potter

— None yet (still in the making)

Fred Weasley

— Betty | F. W | ☣︎

George Weasley

— None yet (still in the making)

Ginny Weasley

— None yet (still in the making)

Ron Weasley

— None yet (still in the making)

Blaise Zabini

— None yet (still in the making)

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Little Women | 1868 |

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Amy March

— None yet (still in the making)

Josephine "Jo" March

— None yet (still in the making)

Margaret "Meg" March

— None yet (still in the making)

Theodore "Laurie" Laurence

— None yet (still in the making)

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Dead Poets Society | 1959 |______________________

Neil Perry

— None yet (still in the making)

Todd Anderson

— None yet (still in the making)

Charles Dalton

— None yet (still in the making)

Knox Overstreet (Fanon)

— Nine yet (still in the making)

Steven Meeks

— None yet (still in the making)

Gerard Pitts

— None yet (still in the making)

Richard Cameron

— None yet (still in the making)

[achedtobepretty]

— moodboards m.list

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" We Were Liars"

— G. Patil

— M. Sinclair

— J. Sinclair

— C. Sinclair

"The Last of Us"

— J. Miller

"The O.C."

— M. Cooper

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— S. Cohen

— R. Atwood

"The Chronicles of Narnia"

— S. Pevensie

— P. Pevensie

— L. Pevensie

— E. Pevensie

"Sex And The City"

— S. Jones

— C. Bradshaw

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"The Great Gatsby"

— J. Gatsby

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"The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes"

— L. Gray Baird

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"One Tree Hill"

— B. Davis

— H. James

— N. Scott

— L. Scott

— P. Sawyer

"Gossip Girl"

— S. Van Der Woodson

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"Shadow Hunters"

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— F. Delacour

— F. & G. Weasley

— G. Weasley

— Hagrid

— H. Potter

— H. Granger

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[whimsicalcrying]

Flowers over Stars

Pairing: Narcissa Black x Alice Longbottom

Summary: Four moments in Narcissa Black’s life. Two in Narcissa Malfoy’s.

w/c: 7.9k

a/n: This has been on my Ao3 but I thought It would go nicely on here as well. I love me some sad lesbians.

Any feedback is welcomed! Enjoy!!

Ao3 | M.List

!Warnings!: Angst, Pregnancy, doomed yuri.

..─•❀•─..

 Narcissa was a flower among stars. A white sheep trying to survive in the chaos of those with darker, fuller wool.

Being the youngest daughter of Durella and Cygnus Black III, Narcissa, like her siblings and cousins, was born with high expectations. The minute the healer had placed her in her mother's arms that dreary winter day she was born, she had already broken far too many, much to her parents' disappointment.

“Another girl?” Cygnus drawled out the moment he stepped foot into the room she was born in, just like her two sisters before her. A tall pale man with dark hair and even darker eyes, strides inside towards her mother, who still lays in her birthing bed.

Durella held her newborn tightly, trying to hide her anger and disappointment at herself for failing her husband a third time. 

“Yes, but look at her.” Durella tells him, watching carefully as he begrudgingly comes over to see his new daughter. His eyes widen a bit when Durella moves the blanket to show off the child. The clearly very blonde child.

Cygnus looks between the baby and his wife, confusion written on his face. His hand comes up to scratch his beard as the truth settles between them without it being spoken.

“Who's her real father?” he asks, not sounding particularly mad nor pleased at the thoughts swirling in his head.  Just so dreadfully dull about the matter, like a business partner messing up some important documents. No, that would make him raise his voice.

Durella scoffs, forcefully setting the babe in his arms. “We both know she's yours. I never step a foot from this manor.” Durella responds, frowning at her husband's accusations. He lets out a scoff, shaking his head. 

“There's plenty of visitors that come in and out all the time. Don't treat me like a fool, Durella. I chose you as my wife because you knew your place in this world and yet you sit here and lie to me about your affair.” He rants, not even glancing at the baby girl in his arms until she lets out a tiny coo.

The silence in the room speaks far louder than what either of them could say. Durella leans back in the bed, staring up at the ceiling that has charmed stars to show the name of the child, a family tradition. 

The ceiling is blank and eerily dull.

“I truly thought she was yours.” She whispers, closing her eyes. 

“You should have thought about the possibilities before sleeping with another man. What will people think?” Cygnus hisses, setting the girl back into Druella's arms as if she had burned him. Druella lets out a dry laugh, barely holding her right. “You speak as if your whores don't waltz through this house every other night.” 

“My whores don't give me bastards, unlike my wife.” 

The humor falls from her face, her expression shifting into a glare.

“What will you do now? Now that I've given you a daughter that isn't yours.” she asks, not exactly knowing what to expect. Cygnus stands from the bedside, barely giving his wife a look as he walks to the door. 

“You can raise her as mine, but I will name her.” He says which makes Druella bristle in confusion. “Besides that hair of hers, her name shall be a reminder her mother had cursed her forever to not be a star in this world.” 

Cygnus glances behind his shoulder, glancing around the room as if he's looking for some form of inspiration. His dark eyes lock on the bouquet of Daffodils that sit perfectly on the windowsill of the only window in the whole room. “Narcissa, a perfect name for a child of yours, don't you think?” 

Druella grits her teeth, trying to hold her tongue at her husband's attack of words. “After the man who fell in love with his own reflection. Really?” She huffs but Cygnus laughs his wife's anger off, no remorse for her small little plight. 

“No, silly.” He mocks, giving her one of those wicked grins before opening the door to leave. “It's after the Daffodils I bought you. Remember? My gift to you for carrying our child?” He doesn't give her a chance to talk back, walking out the door and slamming it loud enough to make baby Narcissa cry.

Narcissa has always known she didn't belong in the sky. She's a flower among stars.

..─•❀•─..

  Alice felt ill.

Well, it was more nerves than anything, but the sickly feeling won't go away, even as she walks up and down the corridors of Hogwarts, trying to out walk the worries in her head. 

Usually, she'd run to clear her thoughts, but the clouds have darkened to an ugly shade of grey, signaling another rainstorm. So, she’s left with her thoughts of the upcoming game pounding in her head.

She had tried to get on the Quidditch team for the past two years since she was in her second year, but no slots were open for her to take. That is until this year as a lot of the team had finally graduated, giving her the chance to steal a chaser spot at this year's tryouts.

Quickly though, the joy of finally being on the team settled and the performance anxiety hit harder than getting hit by a train. Her first game was tomorrow, which will either make or break her new reputation as a diamond in the rough. 

Frank said he had never seen someone fly the way she does. A boy a year below her said she had the talent to make it on a real proper team. Though, that could have been James Potter just being James Potter. Nevertheless, she doesn't want to let her team down. Not when some of them fought their captain tooth and nail to allow her on.

The new captain of the team is Henry Balam, a seventh-year boy who has certain opinions on women playing any sort of sports and had not wanted to add any more girls to the team then there already was before he got the captain title.

“Mckinnon is enough” he yelled at her and those who were pushing him to let her on the team. Alice picks at the skin on her lips, angry at the way he claimed already having one girl was enough. 

She picks and picks until the side of her lip bleeds, making her groan and stop her pacing to sit near the large window that looks out over the field.

“Maybe I could run.” She says out loud to herself, putting her hand on the glass to feel if it's cold out yet or not. It shouldn't be summer isn't over yet despite all the rain. As the words settle, it's like the world gave her a response, by cracking a first bit of thunder accompanied by a few measly drizzles.

“Or not. Whatever you prefer, weather gods.” She whines out, pressing her cheek against the glass to sulk. “Whatever you wish….” 

Alice sits there for a while, watching the rain slowly pick up pace and the wind blow a few leaves around. The drops hitting the window and the side of the castle only serve as faint background noise for all the things she’ll mess up during the game.

Her mind slowly shifts to all the times her father and mother would let her practice riding her broom in the garden at the Fortescue home. 

Rain, snow, wind, sunshine, all she ever wanted to do was be outside and feel the world around her. To fly in the air like a bird, feel the wind beating on her face. Her parents gladly let her do it too, wanting her to follow any passions she has in this life of hers.

Alice’s main passion is living. She wants to see, hear, smell all the world has to offer. From muggle places to places deep rooted with so much magic you could feel it in the air.

 Sitting up, she looks at her own reflection in the window frowning back at her. She's only fourteen, she’s got time to do all the grand things in the world. Maybe I should focus on what I can do now, she ponders in her mind as the rain drops warp her reflection.

“Have I ever run in the rain?” She asks herself then chuckles, shaking her head. She waits for a few beats of silence before she speaks again. “Then maybe that's what I'll do.”

The temperatures have dropped by the time she makes her way out into the nearby fields. The rain beats heavy on her skin, soaking her from head to toe. Despite that, she still runs.

Her legs carry her as fast as they can with no set destination to reach. Fate will bring me to where I need to be, she muses to herself as her breathing picks up pace. The wind makes her wet clothes feel colder and colder. Yet she can’t bring herself to stop.

All she can think about is the rain and the cold air around. No more worries of the game ahead. No worries of sickness or growing ill from her own foolishness. Just rain and the mud splashing at her feet, dampening and muddying her shoes and tights, the hem of her robes.

Looking around, she can see the plants and trees getting all the water they need. Animals seek shelter, students seek shelter that have trapped themselves outside the castle. Some even watch her, confusion in their eyes as they try to stay dry under charms and jackets.

When she's past The Black Lake, she is tired and far colder than she thought she’d be. Allowing her legs to give out, she crashes into the soggy grass, her back hitting the mud as she looks to the clouds. The sound of a surprised yelp brings her from her own mind and soreness. 

Turning her head to the right, right under a large tree is a girl her age. Her hair is blonde, her skin pale, clothes splattered with mud. The sight makes Alice go sheepish, knowing she's likely responsible for the last part.

“I'm sorry I splashed you.” She says a tiny apologetic grin on her face. She hopes the girl knows she had meant no harm.

The girl's nose wrinkles, her head tilting to look down at Alice in disgust, but Alice sees more of the curiosity brimming in her blue eyes than anything. Alice studies her too for a moment, noting the green tie.

“A simple charm will fix it. Though, you should watch where you fall.” She answers, turning her head a bit to examine the way Alice lays shamelessly in the mud, letting rain hit her body, soaking her further.

“Do you not know any rain repelling spells or heating charms?” She asks, making Alice chuckle.

Running a hand to move the now wet strands of her hair, she grins more sheepishly. “I do; I just forgot about their existence. I was too excited to run.”

“To run? You chose to come in the rain?” 

“Mhm!”

“Are you mentally well?” The girl asks, then shakes her head. “No, of course you're not. Not even the standard Gryffindor idiot would choose to run in the rain.”  

Alice burst into giggles as the girl muttered to herself about the kind of people who choose to do dumb things, then going on a rant about how quickly one could get sick without using heating or drying charms to keep themselves well.

Alice kept lying in the mud, watching this strange girl with a smile. What an odd way to fuss over someone, Alice thinks.

“You sound like my mum. Plus, you’re out in the rain too, aren't you?” Alice finally interrupts the rambling.

The girl huffs, putting on that stone cold look as she brushes strands of her blonde hair behind her ears. Ears that have pretty emerald studs on the lobe. She must be rich, Alice noted.

“I didn’t choose to be in the rain. I was here doing homework before the downpour started without warning.” She explains.

Her blue eyes widen, glancing down at the state of her robes, just remembering the spraying of mud she received. Slipping out her wand, she mutters a cleaning spell, then a heating charm. Alice marvels at the ease she did it, not a fuss to be made. 

“You’re good at magic….um?” 

“Narcissa.” The girl informs.

Oh, Narcissa Black. Sirius’s cousin, Alice remembers, sitting up from the mud and shuddering at the cold wind and rain drops. “Narcissa is a pretty name, a pretty flower too. I'm Alice, it's nice to meet you.” 

Narcissa gives her a blank look, before making room under the tree.

“Well then, Alice, come here. There's no reason I can't share my shelter with you, though you have to clean yourself off.” She insisted, raising her hand towards Alice.

Alice nodded, crawling her way under the tree, letting Narcissa use her magic to clean her off and warm her.

“Thanks. It was a good run, you know. Did what I wanted it to do.” Alice tells her, leaning on the trunk of the tree. Narcissa only hummed, going back to her essay.

Alice could see the bewilderment on the girl's pale face but chose to enjoy the sounds of the rain instead. She’s made a new friend. A pretty friend.

..─•❀•─..

Narcissa didn’t need any friends, she had her family. She had her sisters, Andromeda and Bellatrix. As well as her cousins, Sirius and Regulus.

Well, scratch Andy and Siri from the list, as they've decided to outcast themselves from the family. 

Narcissa had her sister Bellatrix, and Cousin Regulus, two people she could not live without.

She didn't need anyone else. Only those two would ever truly know her, ever truly understand the interstices of their family and home. They were pure, they were special, exactly what she was not. They were the stars of the family.

She was thankful that her father ended up getting attached to her, his last and youngest daughter. Narcissa didn’t want to prove his gut right, that she was not fit to be a Black, that she was another man's daughter and blood.

Blood is a very important thing in their society. The thought that her real father could have been anything but pure sends a chill down her spine.

But she knew her mother, and she knew her mother wouldn’t touch a muggle or a mud blood with a ten-foot pole. A half-blood though? Narcissa was unsure of who her real father could be.

She had no desire to know him or to see him. She just wanted to know if her blood matched the world she was born into.

These thoughts that plague her when no one is around, the things she can't tell her family. It is a weakness to doubt yourself so much. Weakness to even think that you are less than what you are. So, Narcissa had found herself revealing these things to the next best thing that wasn’t her family. 

 Alice Fortescue.

A girl Narcissa shouldn't even speak to, a Gryffindor who is almost more outlandish and weirder than the very house full of weirdos and brutes. Alice Fortescue had kept seeking her out after their strange meeting in their fourth year.

For months the girl sought Narcissa out. Narcissa tried to deny her many times, warning her that she is in fact a Slytherin, and will not associate publicly with a student in red robes. But soon, Narcissa caved when Bellatrix graduated and when Regulus got his friends. Now they meet in secret, talking and laughing, spending time with each other as friends.

It was nice speaking to someone so different from her. A Reminder that there's a different world out there than the one her parents taught her.

A world Narcissa was forbidden to touch, one that took her dear sister and cousin. Both Sirius and Andromeda have been burned off their family tapestry. 

“You're lost again.” Alice called, looking up from her book on quidditch plays.

For the past two years she's known Alice, the girl could never stray too far from her favorite topic for too long. She's spent hours listening to Alice's long drawn reenactments of her favorite plays or rants about the other teams here at Hogwarts.

 Narcissa sighs, closing her own book about ancient magic ceremonies. She had been quickly called out again, retreating into herself once more. Alice often found ways to pull her back, like this moment when she reaches out to brush her fingertips on Narcissa’s arm, grounding her.

“Sorry...” Narcissa starts, setting the book down on the nearby table. “I haven't got much sleep. My mind has been running in circles since last night.”

Lucius Malfoy had asked her to Hogsmeade during dinner, giving her a daffodil. Her parents and the Malfoys have been talking sometime about a possible union match between the two. It seems Lucius was given the go ahead. 

“It’s about that date to Hogsmeade.”

Alice frowns, almost pouts at the mention of the date and Lucius. She, like many others, is not so fond of him, finding him rude, too proud and downright annoying.

Narcissa has always kept a level head about the boy, minding the faults but also the good she was graciously allowed to see. Alice keeps rubbing circles on Narcissa’s arm, then guiding her hand up to poke her cheek.

“Well, do you want to go?” Alice asks, turning her head to the side to examine Narcissa’s expression. She drops her hand to Narcissa’s pale dainty ones. “Malfoy is…...something, but he’s kind to you at least.”

Alice grimaces at the thought of that pampered princess who runs around the school like an arse. Narcissa hums in thought, closing her eyes and hooking her fingers with Alice’s.

It’s hard to meet Alice's frown, she doesn't know why the mention of boys makes her so on edge. They were friends, don't friends talk about boys? Narcissa wouldn't know. Perhaps it gave the girl some anxiety about the future and what it holds.

“He’s the Malfoy heir. I should want to.” Narcissa finally answers, which makes Alice deflate back into her own chair with a long-drawn-out groan. 

“You shouldn't have to do anything you don't want to! Do you want to go or not?” Alice reasked the question, tone more frustrated than ever, but Narcissa knows she's toning it down for her.

“No, I'd rather go with you.” She answers again, this time more truthfully.  “But I think I should go. He's a Malfoy after all.”  Her mother would urge her to say yes, to strengthen that connection for the family. 

 Knowing one day that She’d have no full choice on who her future spouse would be, Narcissa never let herself fancy someone.

The passing thought of the experiences she lacked quickly took over the concerns about saying yes to the date, shifting to what could even happen on the date.

“What if he tries to kiss me?” She wonders out loud. Narcissa has developed the habit of thinking out loud when near Alice. Alice never judged much, and always responded to the simplest of things, always curious and ready to deal with something new.

“Push him away or kiss him back.” Alice grins, answering as if either of those are the easiest thing in the world. Perhaps it is, if she had been kissed before, but Narcissa never strayed too far from her family.

It had to be written on her face, the way Alice instantly figured her out, grinning like a misbehaving cat, invading the little space in Narcissa's chair. “You've never been kissed huh?” Alice teases a bit.

“No, I have not.” Narcissa sniffs, turning her nose up. She will not let Alice see how much that fact bothers her. Bellatrix had already gotten herself many boys at her feet. Andy was married to a muggle born. Sirius had made it quite known he'd take anyone pretty enough to bed.

Regulus- well Regulus was Regulus. 

“Have you?” Narcissa falters. Is she truly the only one not experienced in anything? How mortifying the thought is.

Alice leans back, her lips pressing into a thin line in response to Narcissa’s question. Narcissa’s muscles tighten, a strange tug at her heart on how long it takes Alice to confess she had indeed been kissed before.

“It was after winning a game. Frank kissed me right on the field.” Alice admits, looking over at Narcissa who's staring at her with a tiny frown. 

“I’m sure it was only due to the high of winning the game.” Alice attempts to excuse the kiss, as if Narcissa had any right to feel so pressed about it. But Narcissa did feel pressed. She remembers the game Alice is referring to, and she remembers feeling odd at the sight of Frank Longbottom scooping her friend in his arms, taking her lips after a win.

“Why do you sound like you didn't like it?” Narcissa questions, turning her body fully to Alice, who wears a sheepish look on her face. “He’s your captain, no? Lots of girl's fancy Frank Longbottom.” 

“I don't want to talk about boys.” Alice interjects quickly, leaning more into Narcissa’s personal space. Her brown eyes wander down, taking in the sight of Narcissa. Narcissa takes in a breath of air, feeling the warmth of her friend's breath on her face. 

“Then what would you like to talk about?” Narcissa mutters, feeling her cheeks warm at the attention she’s now receiving. 

“The fact you've never been kissed not once in your sixteen years. The fact is a mere travesty.” Alice replied, her tone taking on a teasing and falsely astonished tone. Narcissa knows her cheeks bloom pink, making Alice chuckle further. “You’ve not kissed boys clearly, but what about girls?” 

Girls? Narcissa pauses at the thought. Girls……. Kissing girls? Narcissa had honestly put little thought into who she’d kiss, knowing that the person wouldn’t be someone her parents choose. Andy made that mistake, falling for someone not worthy.

“I suppose I didn’t think about girls being a possibility.” Narcissa says to Alice, watching the expressions in the girl shift.  “Have you…kissed a girl?”

Surely Alice couldn't deny this question. She doesn’t wish to talk about boys, so she'd have to answer right? The topic went from something she never thought about to something that she can’t get out of her head.

Alice looks away for a moment, quickly realizing that she’s dug herself into a hole she can’t get out of. “No. I haven’t had the pleasure of kissing a girl yet.”

 The pleasure? Does that mean she wants to? Narcissa looks away from her friend. The friend that she’s not supposed to have in the first place. She thinks about the girls in their year, ones that could be a fit for Alice. No one comes to mind, Narcissa can't even fathom the idea of Alice with someone. 

“Oh. And you’d want that experience?” Narcissa asks, trying to downplay how curious she is about Alice's wants. Narcissa doesn’t mind the girl's curious nature, it's actually one of the things she enjoys about her most.

Alice nods, leaning her body to Narcissa’s chair more. They both look at each other, clearly wondering the same things. “I want to experience all of what the world has to offer.” she whispers, clearly a little embarrassed. 

Narcissa smiles, turning back to pick her book up. Of course she wants the best of the world, Narcissa muses, opening the pages and letting her eyes scan the page. Alice is still watching her though, now the one lost in her own thoughts.

“Narcissa?”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to try as well? Here, right now.”

“Would I like to do what?” Narcissa presses, having a good feeling on what Alice was about to offer. It’s far more tempting than talking about a date with Malfoy or a kiss with Longbottom.

She briefly wonders if Andy or Bellatrix ever wanted to kiss their friends- their girlfriends. She isn’t opposed, definitely not at the look Alice's giving her.

 Alice looks up, looking far more vulnerable than she's ever had before. Alice is the kind of person who takes the world and makes it her own. She chooses to go out of her way to do things she's never done before, and maybe kissing a girl is one of those things.

“Would you like to get your first kiss over with? So, the nerves don't hold you down?” 

“Yes.” The answer falls from Narcissa’s lips without thought.

Alice barely reacts to the quick answer from Narcissa, not wasting time to get back into the girl's personal space. Narcissa’s eyes flutter closed when Alice gently pulls back the blonde strands of hair on her face before pressing soft lips onto hers. 

 It’s a rather stiff first kiss, but Narcissa's body relaxes into it, her mouth moving without much thought into how or what she's doing. The gentleness of it quickly becomes a small battle, both of them pulling each other closer, not ready to let go just yet.

Coming up from air, Narcissa pants, her face blazing hot as she looks at a flustered Alice who's grinning from ear to ear. 

She tastes like mint, Narcissa thinks, licking her lips to taste the mint Chapstick Alice had applied earlier when reading. Alice doesn’t stop her from going back for another taste. She laughs into the kiss, leaning over her chair into Narcissa’s. 

The second one only stops when the chair Alice’s knees were pressed into tips over, sending both girls to the floor.

..─•❀•─..

The start of seventh year brought many new situations and things into the girls' lives as they balance schoolwork, friendships and the looming war on their shoulders. And boys, which later on in life Narcissa knows she'd look back on and scoff on how serious she took the whole thing. 

As the year passed, only one thing stayed true. Alice and Narcissa would find comfort in each other's arms and comfort in sharing many firsts with each other.

The warmth in each kiss and touch they shared in secret only made Narcissa’s want burn more for her friend. Why kiss a boy when she had Alice? 

Why lose her virginity to a boy when she had sweet Alice who took things gently and slowly? Who savored every touch, every shudder and noise she took from Narcissa.

Alice took care of Narcissa in ways a boy never could, and she could only hope she offered the same pleasures to Alice. Narcissa is sure she did, cause Alice always came back for more.

Narcissa hadn't thought much of how same sex couples would be treated in the ever-changing Wizarding and Muggle world, but she knew her parents would hate it regardless of Alice being pure blood. Relationships in their world weren't for love or pleasure.

They were for family connections and heirs only. Being with Alice would give her neither of those.

So, publicly, she was dating Lucius Malfoy. He wasn’t terrible to her by any means, maybe a bit too far into his own worries and wants than to think much on hers, but Narcissa supposed that was only boy their age. Publicly she was a pure-blooded woman, about to graduate, set on upholding her family's ideals. 

But she was not pure behind closed doors, so why should her love life be too?

Alice was a good partner, a good friend, a good…girlfriend. Narcissa couldn't help but think of what a wonderful wife she'd be to someone. So caring, so out there, so happy to be alive.

Two women cannot marry, and Narcissa couldn't run away with her, no matter how much Alice loved to offer that as a solution after spending such times together. 

It was April fifteenth when Malfoy asked her family permission to marry her. It was April twentieth when he got down on one knee and asked under a tree near the Black Lake after a date to Hogsmeade. The very same tree she met Alice under.

It was only later that night when Alice tracked her down did any of it feel real.

Narcissa sat on a flight of random stairs, looking out at a full moon that's decorated with many stars around it. There wasn't a cloud in the sky to block them from shining.

Her pale hands gripped a letter from her mother, an angry one written in haste about Narcissa’s unsure answer to Lucius is a disgrace and how she should have agreed instantly.

She had asked for some time to answer, to which he happily gave. Druella had already celebrated one daughter marrying into a good family, the other daughter nonexistent in her mind, burned off the family tree.

Would she be the next? What would her father say if she walked into the manor, declared she loved a woman and didn't want to marry Malfoy and make him heirs? 

That would only prove that even with raising her as his own, she wasn't a true Black. 

“Ah, there you are! I’ve looked at all our spots, this one's new.” Alice speaks, looking up the steps to where Narcissa sat, sulking in her own miserable world.

Sitting next to her, Narcissa signs at the warmth she gives, relaxing into her shoulder when Alice pulls her into a side hug, pressing a soft kiss at her hair line.

“Alice….” Narcissa tries to speak but cannot find the right words to say. They've spoken rarely about what their future could hold, though they both knew after graduation, Narcissa would be marrying someone. A man. A pureblood man. 

Alice shakes her head, burying her nose into Narcissa’s black and blonde strands, hair she helped dye to make her feel more connected to her siblings and cousins with their pure black.

“I know.” She whispers. Of course she knew, everyone that saw the sight must have gone and gossiped.

“Were you going to tell me?” She asks lightly, patiently. Narcissa looks up, trying to keep the burning at her eyes from turning into tears and spilling over. They both knew this would happen.

 She just thought they had a little more time. 

“I was……I just…. I needed some time to think.” Narcissa answers as Alice’s eye connects to the letter in her tight-fisted grip.

Reaching out, she grabs the parchment before Narcissa could protest, reading it over. The angry expression only grew the more she read it.

“Look, I didn't want to burden you.” Narcissa speaks again, reaching out for the letter. Alice pulls it from her reach, before setting it down in her lap with a frown.

“Burden me with you trying to decide to marry Malfoy or not? That's what girlfriends are for.” She huffs then instantly feels bad for the tone she used on Narcissa. It wasn't her fault, neither of their faults.

“You couldn't come to me because you know I hate him. Not even for the cruel things he's done and will continue to do.”

She leans over, kissing Narcissa’s cheek then heading down to her jaw then neck. Each kiss sends a wave of warmth and anxiety down Narcissa’s spine.

“I hate him for being the one that gets to publicly hold your hand, the one who gets the chance to put a ring on your finger.” Alice tells her, raising Narcissa’s pale hands, bringing her knuckles to her lips now. 

Narcissa already knows this. She knows this is unfair to everyone in this situation. To her, to Alice and even to Lucius who has no idea the girl he thinks is his is spending time tasting a secret friend he knows nothing about. 

“What do you even see in him? Can he make you happy your entire life?” Alice asks.

“Lucius makes me feel like I belong in their world.” Narcissa admits in a pained whisper. Watching only Alice's lips as they go up her hand and forearm. She hopes nobody walks down the stairs or past the hall. She wants to keep the last bits of Alice's affection she can. 

“That it was worth all the rules I followed. That all the pain my siblings and cousins received was worth something. That my existence wasn't a mistake.” 

  Alice lifts her head, the spell breaking at the word mistake.

“You are not.” She says firmly, letting her fingers tangle with Narcissa’s, keeping her hand on her lap.

“He validates the horrid teachings your folks drilled into you. Narcissa, you could thrive anywhere you want. Come with me when we graduate. We can travel the world, hide away like muggles.”

“You of all people know that you won't run from a fight!” Narcissa snaps, then looks away back to the stars. “I've spent my entire life trying to be like my family. You tell me it’s wrong, and I've started to learn that may be true…but that's my family and they’ve finally started to see me as theirs. Not the question of my legitimacy.”

“Why do you always act like you’re not one of them? You do the same shit they do, though yes, lesser but it's still prejudice and vile!” 

“I am a flower born into a family of stars!” Narcissa snaps, finally looking directly at Alice who has not once taken her eyes off of her.

“I have been cursed since my name day to be different from them. How is that fair? I cannot afford to make mistakes; I cannot afford to take such drastic chances! You’ll have a family and friends to go back to if it doesn't work. I won't.”

“When will you stop letting them rule every part of you?” Alice raises her voice, not understanding how bad the hold Narcissa’s family has on her.

Alice wouldn't get it. She takes chances, she makes mistakes freely and gets to learn from them without much consequence. Alice in Narcissa’s mind is the embodiment of free living. Narcissa feels caged in her very existence.

“I don't understand, Cissa.” Alice chokes out, her emotions never one to stay down in tense situations like this one. “Don't you want me as much as I want you? Is this not worth trying?” 

“Of course I do! But I cannot take that risk.” Narcissa stands up, taking the parchment off Alice's lap, clinging to it so hard her nails almost go through it.

“You knew my situation before we started this- this thing! You knew it wouldn't last forever!” Narcissa cried out, tears falling from her blue eyes to her pale cheeks. “You knew…I'd end up marrying a man.” 

Alice rose up, rubbing her own tears into the sleeve of her robes. “So, you’re- you’re going to say yes?” Alice asks mournfully, already knowing the answer.

“I can't- Narcissa I can't do this if you're engaged to a man. I can't spend my life loving you in secret when you're out there happy with him.”

“Then save yourself, my love.” Narcissa whispers, her shoulders shaking as she holds back her sobs. “Go live. Stop letting this…teenage fling tie you down. Go date Longbottom or find another girl to kiss. Do whatever you must to forget me” 

This is much more than two girls who liked to kiss. They both knew that. Still the words Narcissa spoke seemed to stab right through Alice. She stopped fighting, going silent before stepping closer to Narcissa, pressing her lips into hers.

This kiss is the most painful thing Narcissa had felt. It wasn't fun and daring like their first ones, it wasn’t happy and loving like their others nor needy or desperate. It was, in the simplest terms she could use, a goodbye. Alice moves to pull away, but Narcissa grabs her cheeks, pulling her deeper into the kiss. 

Panting when they finally part, Alice rests her forehead on Narcissa’s. 

“I like flowers more than stars.” She speaks. “They are much more real and grounded than someone who shines in the sky, only to then crash and burn. You’re different from them, and I find that to be such a lovely thing.” 

Pulling away, Narcissa instantly misses the warmth and smell of Alice. 

“I love you, Narcissa Black. I'm sorry you can't tell me that too.” 

That was the last thing Alice Fortescue said to her in their seventh year. That was the last private meeting they ever had.

Narcissa knew she deserved nothing from the girl's heart she just broke but was thankful for the haunting words she parted with. 

Alice was right, she couldn't say those words back, so she just watched Alice walk away before turning her gaze back to the sky. A sky she’d never reach. 

..─•❀•─..

A few years had passed since graduation. The war raged, and families were quickly being made in the anxiety of never getting the chance to do so.

Narcissa, who was now a Malfoy and pregnant with one, was no stranger to this concept. 

She had often thought about Alice, sometimes even listening out for any bit of information being passed around the manor about the order.

Narcissa didn't take part in Death Eater things, her husband and her sister not wanting her to be any closer than she already was to it. The addition to her son in her belly also made them far more protective. More prone to keeping an eye on her.

Alice wasn’t too far behind her in the family department though. From what Narcissa had been able to hear, she had listened to Narcissa and ended up marrying Frank Longbottom.

Alice had sent her a letter before her very own wedding day to tell her this, despite the fact at that point they hadn't spoken in years or seen each other. 

On opposite sides of the war, married and starting their own families, nothing should be tying them together anymore. But Narcissa couldn't help but to look out for the familiar sight of Alice's dark brown hair when she managed to get out of Malfoy manor.

That's why she instantly spotted Alice this fateful day, stopping in her tracks on the street of Diagon alley when she saw Alice Walk into a shop, her stomach as round as hers. 

She's pregnant, almost as pregnant as me.The thought made her bittersweet as she rubbed her own stomach, rushing across the way to slide in the store. I

f Lucius asked her why she ran off, she'd blame it on hormones. Plus, she only wanted one glance at the woman she hasn't spoken to in years. The woman who she sometimes reaches for in her sleep.

Narcissa rushes into the shop, the bell ringing roughly, echoing throughout amidst the chatter of customers. Sighing, she looks around, frowning with Alice not in sight. 

“Cissa?” Alice’s voice rang in her ears, making her jump and spin around. The only thing that's changed about Alice was her pregnant body, everything else the exact same. It’s all Alice, her Alice. 

“You’re pregnant.” Narcissa says stiffly, the only thing coming to mind. You’re beautiful, motherhood suits you, she wants to say instead but there's no right way for her to say those words. Not right now, not in this era.

“Yeah, so are you.” Alice responds, drinking in the sight of Narcissa. That familiar flutter of being admired hits her, making her look down at her swollen stomach. Even a look makes her yearn for when times were simpler.

Alice looks at the small bag of candy in her hands before back up to Narcissa. “How far along? Perhaps our children could be friends.” That would take a miracle, they both know it. Still, the thought warms Narcissa. 

“My Draco will be arriving by June I hope.”

“Ah, my Neville will be here in July.” 

There's a bit of silence after that, both of them staring at each other and going over the thought that they're both having boys around the same time. In another world, maybe they'd be brothers.

Narcissa doesn't let her thoughts linger on that too long, her eyes going to the candy in Alice's hand. “You're still eating that sugary mess?” She can't help but muse.

It brings a grin to Alice's lips, a look she hadn't seen in so long. “I'm pregnant mate, I'll eat what I want.” Alice retorts which make them both grin at each other.

Alice comes forward, smelling of that same old vanilla perfume. Narcissa fights the urge to reach out and hide her face in Alice's neck. Alice grabs her hand and puts a single candy in her palm, one she’d eat often in their Hogwarts days.

“Don't let that ass you married deny you the world of sweets. You're pregnant, Narcissa, enjoy its perks” she tells her before walking out of the shop with a wink.

Narcissa opens the candy, popping it into her mouth before leaving to find her sister who’s most likely looking everywhere for her. 

She pockets the wrapper, planning to keep it just for a little while.

Those were the last words Alice spoke to her, Narcissa would remember them always.

..─•❀•─..

1981 ripped everyone apart, shattering many lives before the war came to an abrupt stop. Even then, cleaning up the messes poured salt into the wounds of many.

Death of loved ones, the capturing of others, and many funerals to attend, many trials to look out for in the daily prophet. 

Regulus was dead, no one finding his body. Narcissa mourned at an empty grave, urging herself to hold no thoughts of hope that one day the baby of the family would return.

Bellatrix was thrown in Azkaban for her crimes and connection to the dark lord. Narcissa didn't cry, but the flurry of mixed feelings caused a stress she'd never felt before in her life. 

The only thing that was perfectly sound in the mess of the world was that her Draco stayed safe and warm in her arms. His pale blonde hair, icy blue eyes, all of it was a safe haven, something Narcissa could sit and stare at for hours to feel at peace. 

So, she did, as she grieved all that was lost silently.

Her husband managed to stay out of Azkaban, but he's still far away in the mourning of his purpose. She never understood how a love for such a man could surpass her and Draco, but she never questioned it. He's his own man, she tells herself.

He’ll soon see that family is more important.

 Sirius was also in Azkaban, though on more questionable terms than she wanted to admit. He had betrayed the Potters, which was very unlikely in her mind.

He may have changed from the boy she grew up with and danced with at family functions, but he wouldn't do that. He was sentenced with no trial, making her questions grow further.

She had no right to even think about asking anyone for a retrial. Her family, her husband and child are safe and free from repercussions. And through the years of 1981 to 1996, Bellatrix could have rotted in hell and Narcissa wouldn't even bat an eye. 

With Draco out the house, going through every young wizard's journey, she found she had more free time than ever, more time to think about the horrid things her sister had done.

At the line she crossed, just to remind Narcissa blood is thicker than water. 

In 1981, the Potters were not the only family to suffer at the hands of the dark lord and his death eaters. 

The Longbottom's were tortured until they mentally broke, forever trapped in their minds. Bellatrix had taken the two greatest things to Alice. She had taken Alice's drive and passion for life, and she had taken Alice's chance to be the mother Narcissa knew she'd be.

“I cursed you. The second I kissed you, the second you took my heart, I cursed you.” Narcissa whispers to an older, sicker Alice as she lays still in a bed at St. Mungos, rotting away like a lifeless corpse.

But she was breathing, barely eating and not living, but her heart still beat. In a way it was almost cruel they had not died. Narcissa wished the world gave them that mercy, but it didn't. 

Her own blood did this, took something so beautiful and wrecked it all in the name of ideals of a broken man. It felt wrong to grieve, but Narcissa couldn’t stop.

Narcissa comes once every year in secret since Draco started Hogwarts. Right now, he was safe at home, sleeping in his bed for the first night of holiday break.

The air was freezing outside, the snow coming in and not going away. She wonders if Alice's baby is somewhere warm, safe. 

“You're still here, but you haunt me.” She tells Alice, picking up her cold freezing hand. They used to always be warm when they touched Narcissa.

Bringing the hand to her lips, she closes her eyes and urges herself to keep her emotions in check. She could hardly care that Alice's husband was lying there in the other bed in the same room.

 She was mine before she was yours, she’d like to tell him, but she can't. Her own blood did this, ruined something so beautiful for no true purpose. She had no right to this pain.

The anger pulls at her gut, but she refuses to think of Bellatrix any further. As terrible as it seems, she does miss her sister.

 Placing Alice’s hand back on the bed softly, Narcissa takes an old candy wrapper from her pocket, glancing at the many candies on Alice's Bedside.

“Even now you have that horrid sweet tooth.” She muses, pocketing her wrapper. Before she can get another word out, the door slides open, revealing a young teen boy.

He’s got Alice in every part of him. Neville flinches at the sight of Narcissa Malfoy in his parents' hospital room.

He sheepishly glances from her to his mother. “Is there something you need?” He asks, stammering as he comes further inside, shutting the door. “They don't respond.” 

“No, no.” Narcissa answers, glancing back down at her former lover. “Just visiting an old friend. I’ll take my leave now.”

She starts to walk off. Neville remains confused, his grandmother surely never telling him that his parents were close to the Malfoys. He knew who Bellatrix was, and who did this to his parents. 

Even then, he calls out a panicked wait. Narcissa turns, her eyes widening.

“Here, for you.” Neville holds out a candy. “Thank you for visiting them, not many people do.” He gives a nervous, weak smile. “Happy Christmas, Mrs. Malfoy.”

There's a pregnant pause as Narcissa tries to gather the strength to reach her hand out and accept, not wanting to be mean to Alice's baby. He's the last thing Alice has, and oh Merlin how happy she'd be to see her baby was a sweet little thing. She feels a sting in her eyes but chokes it down.

“Oh…Thank you.” She whispers. Going any louder, her voice would crack, and the dam would flood. “Happy Christmas, Neville.” Narcissa says gently before leaving the room and rushing out of St. Mungos.

Neville will forever wonder why Draco's mother knew his name, even years later in his life after the second war. 

From that day on, Narcissa kept two candy wrappers tucked in her pockets. One of Alice’s past, and one of her future. Narcissa felt a little relief, knowing the good parts of her old lover live on, in their own tiny ways.

..─•❀•─..

M.List

[homenum-reveliorpg]

AU: POLONIA

Integrantes:

Sweety as Juve W. Selwyn

Stxrmsong as Hugo C. Weasley

Everlasting as E. Thomas Fawley

Lilium as Lily L. Potter & Aeryn S. Weasley

Resumen:

2004. a. Hermione Granger es escogida como Ministra de Magia. b. El Wizengamot discute, por primera vez, la Ley de Protección a Mestizos y Criaturas Mágicas. No es aprobada. c. Una crisis económica y social, azotará Inglaterra obligando a la Ministra de Magia a pedir ayuda a Estados Unidos. El MACUSA otorgará su auxilio como muestra de lealtad a Granger. d. Inicio de las obras para la re-apertura de Hogwarts.

2005. a. Se discute, por segunda vez, la Ley de Protección a Mestizos y Criaturas Mágicas. Es aprobada con algunos cambios. b. Re-apertura de Hogwarts. c. Incentivo económico para el turismo y gastronomía de Hogsmeade. d. Apertura del comercio internacional con países del continente europeo y asiático tras la crisis.

2006. a. La primera generación de semi-criaturas, inicia curso en Hogwarts. b. Se amplía la currícula y se asignan nuevos profesores para cumplir con los horarios establecidos. Incorporación de asignaturas relacionadas a los derechos de las criaturas mágicas, gente mágica y tecnología, medicina y culturas muggles. c. Primeros partidos de la Selección Nacional de Quiddicht de Inglaterra. d. Inicio de los Juicios contra aliados de Lord Voldemort.

2010. a. Se crea el Departamento de Derechos y Protección de las Criaturas, Semi-Criaturas y Personas Mágicas bajo dirección de Rolf Scamander. b. Las celdas en Azkaban son reforzadas; se retiran a los Dementores de los límites de la cárcel.

2012. a. Segundo mandato de Hermione Granger como Ministra de Magia de Inglaterra. b. Segunda ronda de Juicios del Wizengamot contra aliados de Lord Voldemort.

2013. Graduación de la primera generación de criaturas mestizas de Hogwarts 2022. Juicio contra Ares Selwyn por comercio ilegal de hierbas mágicas. 2030. Primer licántropo que alcanza un puesto de poder en el Ministerio de Magia: Jefe del Departamento de Cooperación Mágica Internacional. Esto llama la atención de varios países europeos quienes ven con buenos ojos este cambio ideológico. 2035. a. Hermione Granger es, formalmente, secretaria de la sección europea de la Confederación Internacional de Magos. b. Albus Severus Potter, es formalmente el Jefe de Sanadores en San Mungo. 2037. a. Alice II Longbottom es ascendida a Jefa de la tercera planta en San Mungo. b. Olive Dumont, es ascendida a profesora de Encantamientos en Hogwarts. c. Thomas Fawley es nombrado el líder del Escuadrón 57 de Aurores tras varias misiones exitosas.

2044. a. Juve Selwyn es elegida como sucesora de Hermione Granger. b. Evangeline Burke orquesta una rebelión en contra de la nueva Ministra de Magia. Su aliada, Poppy McLaggen, encuentra copias legales de papeles de propiedad de los terrenos de Selwyn. c. Inicio de las protestas frente a la escasez de medicinas. d. Hermione Granger intenta tratar el tema en la Confederación Internacional de Magos.

2045. a. En un juicio abreviado, Juve Selwyn es hallada culpable del comercio ilegal de hierbas mágicas, de lavado de dinero y de trata de criaturas mágicas. Es llevada a Azkaban y se convocan a nuevas elecciones. b. Ares Selwyn, quien es culpable de esos crímenes, huye a Hungría. c. Poppy McLaggen, es escogida como la nueva Ministra de Magia de Inglaterra por mano de Evangeline Burke. d. Wilhemina Rosier, comienza sus experimentos con magia oscura.

2047. a. Thomas Fawley, descubre el paradero de Wilhemina Rosier y de Evangeline Burke. Esto lo lleva a ser ascendido como Jefe de Aurores, además del Líder del Escuadrón 57. b. Inicio de negociaciones entre Hugo Weasley y Wilhemina Rosier por los faltantes en hierbas mágicas.

2048. a. Hugo Weasley finalmente, y por voluntad propia, se une a Wilhemina Rosier. Esto ocasiona una ruptura en su matrimonio con Juve Selwyn y en la relación tan cercana con su prima, Lily Luna Potter. b. Olive Dumont es ascendida a Jefa de la Casa de Hufflepuff, en Hogwarts.

2049. a. Hugo Weasley orquesta un atentado en contra del Ministerio de Magia para obtener un pedido de Wilhemina Rosier. Veinte personas fallecieron esa jornada, incluyendo a Rose Weasley.

2050. a. Hugo Weasley asesina a Wilhemina Rosier en la residencia de Polonia; se hace con su cuaderno y regresa a Inglaterra. Estas notas son entregadas a Juve Selwyn. b. Evangeline Burke comienza un nuevo bloqueo de hierbas mágicas; esta vez, no solo a Inglaterra sino también, a Europa. Esta situación, acelera las elecciones en varios países. c. Juicios del Wizengamot contra Hugo Weasley por los crímenes cometidos. Se anula su cargo como Auror y se rompe su varita.

2051. a. Hugo Weasley es hallado muerto en su celda de Azkaban. Se investigan las causas de su muerte y se descubre que Evangeline Burke estuvo con él, unas horas antes de su fallecimiento. b. Olive Dumont, es elegida como Directora de Hogwarts por votación unánime en el Concejo Estudiantil.

[dufferpuffer]

His reputation upon Harry entering the school, at least with the older kids, was 'a bit mad/barmy'. The sort of guy people like - but people like Hagrid vehemently defend whenever he says something being said against him. Because things are said against him. Just not very loud, because nothing is happening. He's just a silly quiet headmaster.

He IS the headmaster of an important school... But the Board of Governors outrank him - and the Minister of Magic outranks them. Being Headmaster is a title can be stripped from him. And is - once by the Minister, once by Lucius Malfoy.

Chief Warlock is a chairman position. As in specifically NOT a position of power. It is a neutral position. He makes sure everyone gets a fair amount of time to talk. he introduces topics. He keeps everything on schedule. His vote is not counted unless it would sway the result.

IDK what happens in Magical Beasts - but Newt is an adult, yeah? And he fought in World War 1...? Sounds like a warrior to me.

"Let's go further with each and every person in the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore thaught every one of them in school. Most of the members in the first wizarding war joining that organisation straight out of school" That's not true at all. Indeed, lets go through the members:

Unknown age: C. Dearborn - Missing. B. Fenwick - 'bits of him' were discovered. D. Meadowes - Personally killed by Voldemort, might mean he is a skilled adult. M. McKinnon - Killed 'with her whole family' - suggests a large family. E. Vance - 'stately looking with a green shawl' Graduated straight into the Order: S. Black, R. Lupin, P. Pettigrew, J.+ L. Potter - all class of 78. S. Snape - class of 78 but joined later. Established Adults: E. Bones - Murdered w. wife + kids. Brother of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones. M. Fletcher - already a con man well integrated in the crime world. A.+ F. Longbottom - They would have been OLDER than the Potters as they were 'Prominent Aurors'. Auror training takes years to complete, let alone gathering FAME from it. Moody knew them and liked them. A. Moody - Legendary Auror. Retired after the war. S. Podmore - Born 1956/1957, apparently…? G.+ F. Prewitt - Molly Weasley's brothers, probably born 1945 - 1955. E. Doge - Albus' schoolmate, Born 1881 Ab. Dumbledore - Born 1883. A. Figg - old Squib. R. Hagrid - Born 1928.

It seems the only people who were recruited from school are from the ONE YEAR and the ONE FRIEND GROUP. If Albus wanted to groom child soldiers he is doing a bad job. Where are the kids from '77? '76? '75? What about '79? '80? Where are kids from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw? There are 5 people that don't have any clues for their age. They could be 20... or 40... or 60... or 100... Everyone else? An adult. Adults before the Order even existed. Adults even before the war started. Did Dumbledore teach them all? Yes, most likely - apart from Figg, Doge and Aberforth... ...and the class of 78. He was Headmaster by that point. The headmaster does not hang out with students. He barely even spends any time with Harry - he talks to him like a couple of times a year - and Harry is the prophecy child...! Albus is not hanging out with Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black, influencing them personally. He just isn't. As for everyone else: The Order didn't even exist when he taught them. How can he groom them for something that doesn't exist?

Fun fact Wizards can live a longer time than you might think! A. Dippet, the Headmaster before Dumbledore, died at 355. The trolley witch on the Hogwarts Express was born b. 1830. That's just a fun fact. :)

you know what. i bet dippet wasn't the only person dumbledore lobbied against giving riddle a job. and dumbledore is hugely influential and well connected. no wonder tom couldn't get anything other than a position at borgin and burkes.

[nastasyafilippovnas]

I love that back in s01 when Ian mentions his favorite C.W. book it's not The Tears of the Anaren, and also he says that he read every book C.W. had ever written. And later, when Brad tries to convince C.W. to write for Dana, he uses some of his own writing, but, again, not The Tears of the Anaren. It just puts things into perspective and shows that not everything C.W. wrote was crap and that he had his own fans that appreciated his writing. I really like that.

[rebelelegance]

Misunderstandings

Summary: Sirius is yours and you are his. But do you both know that?

Request: Sirius and reader have a kind of an off and on flirtation/situationship thing going and he sees her going on a "date" with Frank Longbottom (personally I had headcanon that Frank was the fifth boy in the dorm along with the Marauders) in reality she's went on a pretend date to help Frank get ready for the real date he's taking her best friend Alice on and so Sirius gets jealous and wants to make things official before he loses her to someone else a little bit of angst with happy ending you know

Requested by: @jessiegerl

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: Readers parents hate her and well we all know how Sirius's Parents are.

w/c: 2.8k+

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Sirius Black was not used to affection.

It was foreign to him. He never received praise, compliments, or anything positive. Ever.

So when the acquaintances he’d made on the hogwart’s express clapped him on the back after getting into Gryffindor, he didn’t know how to react other than to flinch.

And when you, introduced as James’s honorary sister, sat down that night, you’d complimented his hair.

You’d said “I like your long hair. It suits you.”

His parents hated that hairstyle. 

He’d kept it purely as an act of rebellion. However, now, now he seemed to like it just a bit more. He hadn’t said thank you. Because he hadn’t known he was supposed to. So he’d just nodded, and you’d grinned.

That grin changed everything. You changed everything.

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“What if we make polyjuice potion, and I disguise myself as Narcissa, lead Lucius on for a bit and then prank him?” you asked, playing with the quill in your hands. 

Remus groaned, “We’re still on this?” he asked, throwing his head back in disbelief.

“N/n, Remmy is right, we pranked Lucius only the day before yesterday,” Sirius nodded. You raised an eyebrow at him knowing he was never one to back down from a prank on any Slytherin.

And you were right. He wanted to do it. But if that meant Lucius got a chance to be near you even in a slightly romantic way, he would hurl.

And possibly punch him.

“Oh c’monnn Siri,” you whined, putting on your best pleading face and puppy eyes.

Damn those puppy eyes.

Sirius just shook his head, ignoring the way his heart was racing at your look. He watched as you pouted, leaning back on to the couch, head resting on James’s shoulder. “James, help me out here,” you said, folding your arms as you waited expectantly.

But James was too busy staring at a certain redhead and you, still staring at Sirius, nudged James in the chest.

“Huh? What?”

Sirius burst out laughing at the way your face twisted in pure irritation, the other two boys joining in as you hit James repeatedly with a pillow.

“Ow ow! I’m sorry, I'm sorry!” James laughed as you continued your assault fighting the grin that was creeping up on your face.

“Fuck you Potter!” you laughed, as James tried to correct his hair, you stopping him and messing it up further.

Sirius watched the exchange between you both, a sick feeling crawling up his chest. He knew that you both were no more than honorary siblings and it would always be that way, but deep down he wished you were sitting next to him, doing all that silly stuff with him.

He immediately brushed it off, not one to allow feelings to linger for long, replacing his hardened stare with a smirk instead, watching you and James continue to fight like kids, admiring the bright smile on your face.

He wished that that smile would never go away.

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“Black, if you could be any animal in the world which was not a dog, which by the way I still don’t understand why that’s your favorite animal, which would you choose?” you asked, mindlessly hooking your hand with his as you both walked to class in 4th year.

He ignored the burst of feelings that erupted in him, trying to focus on your question and not on the way your hand felt against his, clinging on as you pranced lightly. “Uhh, I don’t know” he muttered, his brain fogging up as he refrained himself from staring at your linked hands. You hummed, breaking away from him as James and Remus came into view outside the class.

He paused for a few seconds trying to calm down his erratic heart before shaking his head and entering the class. 

You waved him down, patting the seat next you, and the second he sat down, you grabbed his arm, sticking your tongue out at a slytherin girl eyeing you both with pure jealousy written all over her face.

Sirius laughed, “What’s that all about?”

“She likes you,” you pouted, “and asked me, ME to set you both up!” you pointed to yourself in disbelief.

“She looks cute,” Sirius said, winking at the girl. 

You gasped at the way the girl blushed in response. “She’s a slytherin!” you exclaimed, swatting his shoulder. 

Sirius shrugged, “Good point, guess I’ll have to find someone else then.”

“No way! You’re mine” you said seriously, jabbing a finger at his chest. 

His heart erupted, eyes widening. But he played it off quickly, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “You wish sweetheart.” 

Your face turned pink, eyes widening. Luckily the professor walked in, not allowing Sirius to dwell on your reaction.

Merlin, he was done for.

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You were always a naturally happy person. The boys had never seen you cry, even though they’d all had their breakdown moments. You’d been their rock through everything. 

However, when 5th year started, you’d changed. You opted out of pranks, studying almost all the time and the usual spark in your eyes had faded. James seemed to know what had happened but he refused to let the others know, telling them it was up to you to reveal it to them. 

He was worried about you, Sirius could tell, and that made the long-haired boy worry even more. 

He’d tried to get you to talk to him, but you’d refused.

Until one day you’d shown up to Charms, puffy-eyed and asked Sirius to meet you in the Astronomy tower after his classes were done for the day. 

He’d waited anxiously, and as soon as his classes finished, he ran to find you.

You were standing right where you’d said you’d be, gazing up at the sky. You turned when you saw him, a small smile forming on your lips. But the boy noticed the way it seemed to require so much effort from you, which was never the case before.

You turned away again, wordlessly staring at the sky. He wanted to demand an explanation, no longer able to watch you like this.

“Y/N-”

“I’ve never stopped to think,” you started softly, still staring above. Sirius stepped closer to you, waiting patiently for you to continue.

You took a deep breath before turning to face him. 

“I’ve never let myself stop doing things or take a break because then all the thoughts flood the gates and I feel like I’m going to drown. But-” your eyes glazed over as you took a shuddering breath, looking down at your feet.

Sirius grabbed your shaking hands with one of his own, using the other to lift your chin up so that you could look at him. 

“I’m listening,” he whispered.

You bit down on your lip before starting again, “But this summer was bad Siri- they- they said the worst things and-” you couldn’t finish as a sob wracked through your body. 

Sirius pulled you to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and another lightly around your head as if trying to shield you.

He knew about the situation with your parents. They were almost never at home, and whenever they were, they made it very clear that they hadn’t wanted children in the first place. That’s why you spent most of your time at the Potter’s. 

It’s also why you understood his situation so well.

You pulled away, wiping your tears away as you looked at Sirius. “Euphemia says she won’t let me go back this time even if they ask,” you laughed slightly remembering the possessiveness that had come over the older Potter. 

Sirius smiled, “Good.”

“Thanks Siri,” you nodded, and Sirius beamed at the real smile that made its way to your face. 

“Anytime princess. But don’t get too comfortable, other girls will get jealous.”

You gasped, playfully punching him on his shoulder, “I better be your one and only Black!” you laughed, and he joined in, hiding the way that sentence struck his heart.

Little did you know.

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When Sirius found himself knocking on the door of the Potter’s house, he didn’t expect for you to open it.

Shit. He’d forgotten you stayed there now.

But he couldn’t back away. He didn’t have the energy, nor did he think you would let him, at the way you gasped in horror as you looked at him.

He mustered all his strength into a cheeky “Hi” before James appeared behind you, giving the same reaction you had seconds before. You stood there in shock, hands over your mouth and eyes watering at the sight of the boy in front of you.

Sirius gave up on trying to fake it, giving in as you and James pulled him inside the house. 

“James, get your mom,” you ordered. The boy hesitated as you guided Sirius to the sofa, before you turned and glared at him and he ran off. 

Your eyes scanned the boy, a sort of resolve taking you over as you kneeled down in front of him. Sirius was fighting to keep consciousness and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold it for.

“Sirius,” you called gently, placing a hand on his knee, slowly and carefully. “What happened?” you asked. 

Sirius didn’t want to relive what his mother had done to him, trying desperately to push it all away, trying to drown himself in your presence. But he knew you’d need an explanation if you were to help him get rid of the immense pain he was feeling right now.

“Cruciatus,” he whispered, noticing the horror and anger that made its way to your face, but also noticing the way the gentleness of your touch hadn’t changed.

“Can’t go back. Ever.” he muttered, and you were quick to adjust yourself so that he could look you in the eyes. “You won’t ever be going back. Even if Euphemia can’t keep us all here, you and I will find another place. But Black,” you placed a careful hand on his cheek and he leaned into it, “You are never. Ever. Going back there.” The seriousness in your voice gave Sirius enough strength to whisper a “Thank you” before partially fading out of consciousness again, comforted by the fact that you were here, and for once in his life feeling that things would be okay.

He could vaguely make out Euphemia and Fleamont’s reaction to seeing him nearly passed out on the couch, and your hurried explanation of whatever you’d understood from what he’d said. Euphemia walked up to him moments later with a some medicine in hand, something about opening his mouth, gulping, and about helping him sleep and doctors and the next day at sunrise. He couldn’t process it, just doing what he was told. 

James and you then carefully lifted him, carrying him to a room and gently placing him on a bed. 

He could hear you and James both talking in hushed whispers, but he was unable to make out what you were saying, as he fell into a disturbed sleep.

He woke up in the middle of night once, sweating and terrified, haunted by what he’d seen in his nightmare. But before he could properly react and realize where he was, you got up from beside him. 

He couldn’t breathe, and tears were streaming down his face. He could see you move to sit in front of him and your lips moving but he couldn’t make out what you were saying. 

You then gently placed your hands on his face and surprisingly it helped. 

It grounded him, reminded him that he was with you and not with his monstrous parents.

Your voice started to fade back in and he could hear you telling him to breathe, and so he did, thankful that you were there to help him.

Of all the Marauders, he felt the safest with you. 

“I’m okay,” he whispered once his breathing was back in his control. You nodded, sighing softly.

“Thank you,” he muttered, looking up at your tired eyes, “and I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s fine,” you shrugged, “I hadn't slept. I was too worried.” You said, moving to sit against the headboard of the bed.

“Sorry for that then,” Sirius said lying back down. 

You stared at him for a few minutes before running a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp softly.

“It’s not your fault Sirius, don’t apologize.”

Sirius didn’t respond, trying to focus on you, and on where he was, rather than the memories that were flooding his brain.

You laid down next to him, and Sirius realized that he was infact in your room, and as he turned to apologize once again, you placed a finger on his lips.

“If you apologize for intruding or something like that again, I will make you sleep on the couch.” you threatened your voice laced with humor.

Sirius smiled at you slightly, and you pulled him close to you, allowing him to tuck his face under your chin as you wrapped your hands and legs around him. He was glad you did so, it made him feel safe, and as if you’d heard his thoughts, you whispered into his ear “You’re safe with me Black. You’re mine, and I’ll keep you safe”

He wished he really was yours.

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Sirius couldn’t find you anywhere. And what worried him more was that he couldn’t find Frank anywhere either. 

Why did that matter?

Well as you and Sirius had gotten closer and flirtier, you and Frank had gotten closer too. After the fiasco that took place over the summer, you’d spent more time with the boys in their dorm room and naturally that meant you were hanging out with their roommate Frank Longbottom as well. 

And now Sirius was worried that you’d thought his flirting was just him being Sirius and that he had no actual feelings for you.

If you really did think that and if you’d decided to hang out with Frank instead, Sirius had no idea what he would do. 

He’d searched every nook and corner of Hogwarts and now the only other place he could think of was Hogsmeade. 

Oh Merlin he hoped it wasn’t Hogsmeade.

Sirius snuck out of the school during study hours, making his way to Hogsmeade, anxiety filling him.

As he made his way through hogsmeade, his heart dropped when he saw your familiar figure next to Frank’s. 

Your head was thrown back in laughter, and Frank was grinning. “You did great! I’m sure next time will be just as smooth,” you said, patting him on the shoulder.

Next time?

Fear creeped up on Sirius.

He couldn’t lose you to Frank. 

He couldn’t lose you to anyone.

He ran up to you and Frank, seeing both of your faces twist in confusion.

“Sirius?”

“You can’t date him!” Sirius exclaimed, pointing to Frank. 

“What?” you and Frank both said at once, before realization crossed your features and a small smile formed on your lips. 

But Sirius was too anxious and worried to register it, only glaring at Frank.

“Frank, what about you go back, and I’ll figure out what Sirius wants,” Frank nodded at your suggestion and walked off, patting Sirius on the back once.

“Why can’t I date Frank?” you asked, looking at Sirius who was still glaring at the boy who’d just walked away.

He spun around to look at you, surprise all over his face. Anyone could see you struggling to hide your smile and maintain a serious expression on your face, but Sirius was blinded.

“Because- ‘Cause-” Sirius faltered, what he was about to do, dawning on him. He hadn’t wanted to confess to you like this.

“Because?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Because I like you,” he rushed out, scared he would think twice and miss this chance. And the slight tinge of pink in your cheeks gave him confidence. 

“Actually no, I don’t like you, I love you. I’m head over heels for you and I cannot imagine not being with you, at all. I want - no need you to be mine”

You grinned, “Black finally confesses! And you really think I would have gone out with Frank when I have feelings for you? He wanted me to help him get ready for the actual date he’s taking Alice on, since she’s my close friend.” 

Sirius heard nothing except - “You have feelings for me?”

You laughed, linking your hand with his, “I thought it was obvious!”

He turned you around, looking at you, “You really like me?”

You shook your head, laughing lightly, before leaning up to place your lips against his.

His hand moved to your waist, pulling you in, as your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers entangling in his hair.

You both pulled away a few moments later, gasping for air. 

“I’ve been yours since the first day I saw you,” you whispered, eyes locked on his.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too. But I think I love your hair more.”

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Taglists: @pinchofhoney @targaryenmoony

[dreamingonfilm]

✧˖*°࿐ Pumpkin Bread | N.L.

Neville Longbottom x gn!reader, fluff

Summary: In which Neville helps you with Herbology, despite the fact that you can’t stand him.

w/c: 2.9k

part 2

You stood in front of the library doors, preoccupied listening to the pang of your heartbeat in your ears. The books and paperwork inside your backpack seemingly feel as if they now weighed tons. You sharply take a breath of the cold air and open the doors – taking a step inside the stuffy library; your thoughts come to a halt when you hear your name.

“(Y/N), over here!” the boy calls. Turning your head to the side, your eyes finally meet his. 

It’s not that you hate the boy or anything, but for some reason you two could never get along. Maybe it was the fact that he was always kind to you, or the fact that none of your insults or cold remarks could ever cut through him. Despite him being a nervous wreck all the time, the shudder of his shoulders and stammering of his voice always seemed to be cut short whenever you were around. And you almost hated him for it. 

You walked over to the table where he sat, giving a bitter look to anyone who dared look at you, and tried to calm down the anger that was slowly brewing inside. Neville however, was unaware of this anger, and this only seemed to frustrate you more as he pulled your chair out and handed you a slice of pumpkin bread. 

“I figured you’d want something to eat, you know, since we’re going to be here rather late and all.” He said sheepishly, giving you a soft smile as you took the pastry. 

You muttered a soft “thanks.” and went to open your book. It was a Friday night at Hogwarts and here you were in the library being tutored by none other than Neville Longbottom, the laughing-stock of Gryffindor. The flickering lights above you were already starting to give you a migraine, and the soft squeaks from your chairs were only distracting you from your own thoughts. How were you to do anything in here?

“S-so, I was thinking that maybe we could start with just going over what we’ve been learning in class so far,” he cut your concerns short, flipping through the pages of his book until he finally landed on the one he was looking for, “this is Stinksap! I-it's one of my favorites actually. My aunt gave me one for my birthda-”

“Neville, not to be rude or anything but I don’t really care.” You cut him off. The light in his face seemed to dim out as he shook his head in understanding. 

“Oh, well that’s alright. If you want we can review last weeks–”

Once again you cut him off with a loud groan. It was bad enough that you had to go to tutoring in general, but the fact that it was Neville, the one person who cared about Herbology, made it so much worse. You knew that there was no way to escape studying, and all you could focus on was how slowly the hands on the clock overhead turned. Two hours seemed to be so far away, and all you wanted was to get out of the library and go back to your dorm where you could do absolutely nothing and be content. 

“Look, I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want to be here. So let’s just sit here in silence for the next two hours and then part ways. Alright?” You sneered, closing your textbook and going back to stare at the clock. 

The boy next to you started to shift uncomfortably back and forth in his seat. He fidgeted with the hem of his sweater for a moment before going on to agree with you once more. Closing his book and replacing it with a small piece of parchment. 

You both sat in an awkward silence. The library slowly got emptier as the time went on in a brutally slow pace, the silence occasionally broken by the dinging of chairs and the sound of his quill on the parchment. 

You groan. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You take a bite of the, now cold, pumpkin bread. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You turn to face the window. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. 

And after forty minutes of sitting next to him, and listening to the god-awful sound of his quill, you finally snap.

“STOP IT!” You scream at him in full volume, standing up out of your chair as your ears go red.

The library goes quiet, quieter than usual, as everyone turns to look at you. The turning of book pages, the chatter between friends, and the sound of the parchment now gone. If you were to even take a breath right now, everyone would hear it. 

Neville stares at you with an unknowing and rather concerned look, his face flushing in embarrassment as he realizes that everyone is staring right at your table. In one quick motion he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back down into the chair. 

“What’s wrong with you!” he whispers, trying to ignore the glare of everyone surrounding you two. You only roll your eyes and start to pack up your things. You didn’t need to deal with this and you surely weren’t going to force yourself through two hours of pure torture. The repercussion was something you could deal with later, but for right now you needed to go back to your dorm and get away from Neville.

You turn the corner to leave the library but not before hearing his soft voice speak once more.

“I never said that I don’t want to be here.”

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It has been two weeks since your tutoring lesson, or lack of, with Neville and things only seemed to get worse. Professor Sprout was furious when she found out about the scene you caused in the library, and about how you failed to stick to her assigned lesson plan. 

And that’s how you found yourself here, in the greenhouse, preparing pots for an upcoming lesson. This would be your second home for the next two months. 

Despite your constant whining, you started to find some sense of comfort in the greenhouse. You’ve grown accustomed to the echoing of your footsteps in the empty building, and the dripping of water every few seconds. While it was rather eery at first, being alone in a new environment at night, it started to become a nice part of your routine. It was certainly much better than tutoring after all. 

However, as the days passed by, you started to feel some sort of looming presence in the greenhouse. One night, you left the faucet to the watering system on. You were already halfway to your common room when you realized, but once you got back to the greenhouse, the faucet was already turned off. 

At first, you shook it off as you having a bad memory. But over time, things only got stranger and stranger. You complained about it being too cold in the garden, the next day there would be a sweater, with your house emblem waiting for you on a chair by the front door. You complained about the pots being cracked and there would be a fresh set of newly purchased pots not even a few hours later. There was this one instance where you forgot your backpack, and once you got to your dorm you found it there laying on your bed. How on earth, did your backpack get to your room before you? 

You were losing it. 

Your friends suggested that it was from a lack of sleep, and that you should talk to the professor about cutting down your workload, but you insisted that you were fine. And while the events truly did startle you, you really were fine, that would be up until today.

—

“(Y/L/N), may I have a word with you after class?” Professor Sprout spoke. 

Your train of thought broke as the class turned to stare at you. You lifted your head up before responding. “Yes Professor.”

The remainder of class went by quickly, students rushing out of the room as you went up to the professor's desk. She didn’t seem to notice you at first, and while you’d normally be aggravated due to your lack of patience, you found yourself rather calm. After all, you've grown really close to the Herbology teacher.

You let out a small cough and she finally looked up. “Ah! (Y/N)! Take a seat my dear.” she motioned to you. 

You awkwardly sat down in front of the professor. Your mind began to wander as you questioned what she could have called you for. Perhaps she’s extending your punishment, or maybe you messed up really badly last night? You go over the past few days, and nothing completely terrible seems to come to mind.

Finally you speak up. “What did you need to see me for?”

“Oh! I just wanted to check up on you! I know how overwhelming the greenhouse work may get, especially during this time of the year. Have you been alright?” She asked.

“Yeah, everything’s been fine,” you respond, not knowing whether or not you should bring up the strange events that have been happening. After all, Professor Sprout should have a reasonable explanation as to what has been going on, “actually Professor now that you mention in, there has been some strange stuff going o–” 

But your concerns get interrupted as she continues to speak.

“And I trust Neville hasn’t been giving you a hard time?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Neville? You hadn’t seen him since two Fridays ago, so why on Earth would she bring him up now? 

“Huh? Why would Neville give me a hard time? I haven’t seen him sinc–”

“Oh that’s wonderful to hear! I was worried that he wouldn’t want to help you out after what happened during your tutoring! But he seemed rather excited when I asked him to watch over you. After all, your grade isn’t nearly well off enough for me to trust you alone in the greenhou…..”

But her voice slowly started to fade away as you realized what had happened. It was fucking Neville Longbottom. 

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The corridor is filled with the echoing of your footsteps and your heavy breathing. The items in your backpack making a ruckus as they all clattered together due to your running down the hall. All you could see was red. 

“Where the fuck is he?” you thought to yourself, booking it to every corner of the castle. This was it, you finally lost your mind. 

As you turned to go back to your common room in a great defeat, you saw him. How could it not be? His tall stature, fluffy hair, and soft hands that you oh so badly wanted to rip out of his sockets.

Neville stood there, talking to himself as he tried to memorize the answers to next week's potions exam, as well as trying to figure out where he could get some more pumpkin bread, as he had heard you mention it to your friends that same morning. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned, “she’s driving me crazy.” As he started turning the corner, he heard a high-pitched screech from down the hall.

He shot back, turning around to see who could be the source of this demonic noise. And there you were. Your whole face red, knuckles white as you clutched the strap of your backpack; you could practically see the steam coming out of your ears.

“This is it,” he thought, “this is how I die.”

“NEVILLE!” You scream once more, running towards the boy whose face looked almost as pale as Malfoy’s, “EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” You began to hit his chest, fist clashing as he attempted to push you away to avoid either of you getting hurt.

“(Y/N), p-please calm down,” he said, trying his best to keep you from hitting him any more, “what are you talking about?”

You stopped your attempts at assault and looked at him. He was staring right back at you, concern written all over his face. “Don’t play dumb, Longbottom.”

He shivered when he heard the way you said his last name. If he would have known any better, he would have thought that you were Draco based on how you said it. Pronounced in the same way that everyone before him has said it, with a hint of disappointment.

“I know that you’ve been with me in the greenhouse!” You finished.

His face went pale. A simple, “Oh.” was all he could manage to spit out. He didn’t know what you wanted to hear, and even worse, he didn’t know what he could say. 

After a few more seconds of excruciating silence, you spoke once more.

“So then,” you adjusted the straps of your bag, “what are you, some pervert?”

His tongue nearly fell out of his mouth. “What?” 

“I mean, you’ve clearly been watching me! How else would you know to get me a sweater! Or the pots! How else did you manage to get into my room!” You spat. You were more annoyed now than ever, here you were with the evidence that Neville is a creep, but he didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t even care at this point. All you wanted was to be rid of him forever.

“First of all I’m not some pervert,” he stated, going on to move out of your way, “and secondly, the only reason I know those things is because we’re in class together!”

“And?”

“And you talk rather loudly,” he responded, “very loud actually.”

You shoot him a cold glare before hitting him once more on the arm. 

“Hey!”

“Okay, and what about my backpack?” You questioned. This was your holy grail, there is no excuse that he could come up with now that could prove to you that he isn’t some sick freak. You awaited his response as he stared at you uncomfortably.

“Oh right, I asked your friend to give it to you.”

You looked at him with a blank expression, embarrassment growing in the apples of your cheeks. The tension in the air grew awkward. So he isn’t a pervert. 

He coughed a few times and started shifting back and forth between his feet.

“Anyways, I- I think I’m going to head back now.” He gave you a small nod before heading off.

“Wait Neville,” you called out to him, grabbing his wrist, almost replicating that night in the library, “I’m sorry.” 

You looked down at your feet. You were not only embarrassed, but you were extremely disappointed in yourself and your lack of judgment. For years you saw Neville as this dorky git, who couldn’t do anything right. But here you were apologizing to him, as he has been the one that has been keeping your grade somewhat afloat, and taking care of the plants in the greenhouse. Your high ego failed to make you realize that there was no way you could ever keep those plants alive on your own.

A small laugh cracked the tension in the air as Neville gave you a soft smile. “It’s alright (Y/N),” he insisted, “I know how you are.”

“W-What do you mean? We don’t know each other.” You responded, confused by Neville’s choice of words.

“Six years together and you don’t think I pay attention to you?” He rolled his eyes. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks at his statement. You were about to politely reject his advances before he spoke up again, “not like that! I- I mean, we’ve always had Herbology together and you were always messing up you know? How could I not notice when you almost burnt the classroom down?” 

“Oh.” Once again, your ego was crushed. You shook your head and watched as Neville began to walk away. You followed him. Maybe it was the way he looked at you when your face fell, or maybe it was the way that he didn’t seem to shudder when your voice got icy, but something about this boy was different; something about you was different. 

“Where are you going?” You asked him, looking up to make eye contact. 

“To the greenhouse.” He smiled at you, reaching his hand into his pocket to pull out a small key – an exact copy of the one that you have been using for the past two weeks. 

“But, it’s dinner? Why would you go right now?” You asked once more, as the entrance to the greenhouse reached near. Both of your footsteps echoing in the empty hall, for right now and just this moment, it was only you two. 

He went up ahead and unlocked the glass door, opening it and moving to the side to let you in first. The scent of blooming petals and dirt hitting your nose all at once, the cold air hugging you tightly. But before you brought yourself to complain or shiver, Neville handed you the sweater.

“Trust me,” he laughed, as he went to smooth out the wrinkles from the fabric, your face flushing as he did so, “you need the help.”

There you sat, watching as the brown-haired boy did your work. The ambiance of the greenhouse now soothing you as his voice filled the room. For the first time in your life, you didn’t complain. Even when the dirt got on your hands, and even when Neville went to clean them for you.

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Draco Malfoy x Y/N (f!reader)

Setting: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Summary: where Harry and Draco have a crush on you at the same time and they both ask you to the yule ball.

A/N: should I make a part two? I feel like a little bit of jealous Malfoy after knowing that Harry has a crush on Y/N could make a nice follow-up.

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Annoying. That’s the word you would use to describe that moment. One of the qualities you always acknowledged possessing was empathy. You softened with people that were sensitive; you listened to people that were suffering; you loved people that were lonely. It was in your nature to care for people, to try to understand their motives. But at that specific moment in time, you wanted to slap the shit out of a certain one.

Brat, bugger, git, prat, smart-ass, toff, wanker, yob, the list went on. That’s how you would describe Draco Malfoy. He had it against you and your friends. No - correction: he had it against everyone that was not a damn pureblood slyther-fucking-in. You would turn a corner and there he was casting a spell that would make you slipper like a seven-year-old in a slide. You would enter a classroom and find your table gravitating in the air, with all your notes scattered all over the classroom. You would eat in the Great Hall and a dead tarantula was right in your pumpkin soup. Since first year, he had been mocking you and your closest friends, Harry, Ron and Hermione. And even if the most well-known rivalry was the one he had with Harry, yours was more personal.

That cloudy day of October he decided to throw bird notes at you in Transfiguration class that distracted you from paying attention. Some of the messages followed as:

“Hey Y/L/N, I bumped into the kitchen elves this morning, they were wondering why the dishes were not done. I told them you were probably busy eating all the leftovers.” “Hey Gryffindork, saw Longbottom is still free for the yule ball, maybe you can both live your pathetic little Gryffindor tale together. P.S. You could also ask Hagrid. Bet he’s free for you.”

Private. That’s the way you would describe Harry Potter in one word. You two were close, although not as close as he was with Ron, or as close as you were with Hermione. The fact that he was always bearing the prophecy of being the chosen one was something that would set you apart – mostly because you weren’t living it and he didn’t like to further explain. It was in third year that you surprised yourself with your body’s reaction to his presence. How you started to care about the way your laugh went out during a joke; you started to care about how your hair would fall when you were sitting at the library. You developed a crush on the boy. You never made a move; he never seemed to notice, nor reciprocate it, so you eventually desisted and focused your attention on other matters.

Those were the only two boys you would mostly communicate with, for better or worse. You didn’t particularly consider yourself an introvert, but you surely counted your acquaintances on a low number, especially when it came to boys. You also bared the weight of Hermione’s influence, who was surely not into boys’ talk, or boys in general. When you were with her, which happened to be most of the time, you followed her flow and ended up not particularly wondering about dating, or romantic feelings for the matter.

However, due to the debut of the Triwizard Tournament, there was a ball that was going to take place on the 25th of December. A ball that you needed a date for. Date that, after a week of having been announced, you still didn’t have. You hadn’t been worrying until Hermione had told you that she already had a date, with no other than Viktor Krum, the hottie of the year. And if even Hermione had already managed to find a partner, that meant that you were way behind.

“You have a date?!” asked Ron, very surprised.

“Yes Ronald, why that tone?” Hermione replied.

“Bloody hell, who are you going with?” he continued, still shocked.

“I’m not telling you, but I have one,” she pretentiously replied.

“’m sure you’re bluffing,” he insisted, grinning.

“I am not! Ask Y/N!”

“She’s not,” you simply replied.

“Just because you still don’t have a date, doesn’t mean I don’t get to have one,” she said. You noticed Ron’s reaction really got to her.

“I don’t have a date because I don’t want one just now.”

“Now you are the one who’s bluffing,” commented Harry.

“You gotta help me out here, mate,” Ron whispered to Harry.

“You’re pathetic Ronald Weasley,” added Hermione, furiously closing her notebook. She stood up from her seat, handing her homework to Professor Snape. “See you later, Y/N.” You waved goodbye at her.

“Bloody hell, this woman is so delusional. I bet she made that man up,” Ron continued after Hermione had left the classroom.

 “You’re too hard on her, Ron. Besides, she does really have a date,” you said, defending her.

“I already pity the man then,” he replied, focusing back on his homework.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t answer, also focusing on the task that was on the desk.

“For Merlin’ sake, I can’t focus. I’mma go, I’ll finish it in the dorm.” Ron stood up and exited the classroom.

“You’re probably gonna have to pass it to him,” you said to Harry.

“You bet on that,” he replied, grinning.

You focused back on your homework.

“Y/N,” uttered Harry.

“Yeah?”

“Well, I was wondering… if you want… well, I was just thinking… that if by any chance you… uh… still didn’t have a date… for the ball… you might… perhaps… wanna come… with me?”

You had a surprised grin on your face,

“Well, I mean, I thought you wanted to go with someone special… taking into consideration that you’re one of the champions,” you managed to say.

“Yes… that’s why I’m asking you,” he replied.

The entire scene unnerved you. You had been wanting to be asked out by Harry since third year, and now that he was starting to conceive your dynamic as more than friendship your feelings for the boy had already worn out.

Bloody Potter, always wrong timing.

“Can I give you a proper answer tonight?” you asked, knowing that you had to process things through before saying yes.

“Sure, yeah, no problem,” he replied.

You both smiled at each other and went back to the Potions’ homework.

It was almost time for supper but you were headed to the Great Lake to read for a few moments. Technically, you were forbidden from doing so. You meant technically, because being friends with Hagrid gave you some advantages, like a free pass to visit him and wander around. You also absolutely adored that time of the year, when the leaves were of warm tones and the chill breeze made you wear white turtle neck jumpers or jumpers that had the Gryffindor patch sewn in them.

You were comfortably reading under the shade of a tree when you started hearing boyish sounds. One of the voices you recognized belonged to a particular bleached boy.

“Woo-hoo, look who came to visit her giant boyfriend.” Draco approached you, followed by his sidekicks Crabbe and Goyle.

You didn’t even wait two seconds to get up and start packing your things.

“Leaving so soon? Are we bothering you?” He cockily started approaching you.

“Fuck off, Malfoy,” you replied, closing your bag.

“What do we have here, huh? Let me see,” he asked, referring to the book you were holding.

You held it tightly but he managed to pull it from you.

“The summer I met you, ha,” he snickered. “Romantic heart, wouldn’t have bet so from you Y/L/N.”

“Can I get it back?” you asked, pulling your arm forward.

He smiled at you. “Nah.” He threw the book into the lake.

His friends started woo-hing and laughing.

“You disgusting little rat,” you pulled out your wand and directed it towards him.

He was not laughing anymore, his sidekicks directing their wands toward you too.

“You cast something, we make sure you can’t walk again,” Goyle threatened you.

“It’s alright guys,” Draco said. “Just go.”

The boys seemed confused. “Who are you talking to?”

“You, idiots. Go!” Draco snapped.

The boys didn’t move.

“You heard him. Go!” you insisted.

They pulled back, confused, and eventually left.

Your wand was still on Draco’s neck.

“Easy now, lower you bloody wand,” he calmly said.

“You’re disgusting, Draco. I mean it.” Your blood was boiling. “You treat everyone like shit. I never did anything for you to hate me. I never asked for any of this, nor did anyone.”

“Go to the ball with me,” he said.

Your heart stopped.

What in the actual fuck?

“What?” you replied.

“I want you to go to the ball with me, if you want to,” he repeated. Your wand was still on his throat.

“Why would you want that?” That was the only thing you managed to say.

He placed his right hand on your wand and slowly put it down, without losing eye contact with you.

“Isn’t it obvious, after all this time?” he said.

“I’m lost, Draco. I have no idea what is going on,” you replied, ideas of him feeling the opposite of hate for you coming to your mind.

“You’re that blind, aren’t you?” he continued, placing one hand on your wrist.

You freezed at his contact.

“Why am I blind?” you were only able to ask stupid questions at that point.

He held your face with his left hand.

“So blind…” He got closer to your face, his eyes slowly closing.

You waited for the impact. And there you had it.

His lips slowly brushed yours, still not fully colliding.

“I’m crazy for you, Y/N,” he said with both of your faces glued to each other. “You can’t even fucking imagine.”

“Since when?” you replied.

“Since always.”

Magically annoying. Those are the words you would use to describe that moment.

part two