#since there's three questions and I got three gryffindors

[marauder-misprint]

Earning Trust

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Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!reader

1.8k words

cw: fluff

If you weren’t talking to anyone last week after your date with Sirius, you weren’t make any sounds now. You stare into your mug of tea like it personally offended you. You could feel Regulus, Pandora, Evan and Barty staring at you, waiting for you to say something. They all saw you leave the common room last night to go to the Gryffindor party and all had retired to their dorms before you got back; Pandora was fast asleep when you entered your room. So far, the only information they had besides you getting back late was that you slept in your clothes, observation courtesy of Pandora, and Dorcas stayed with Marlene, evident from her empty bed that morning and her current presence at the Gryffindor table. 

Regulus holds out the bowl of sugar. “Sugar?”

You silently take one and drop it into your cup. You swirl the hot liquid around to dissolve it. 

“My money’s on sometin’s happened,” Barty says casually. The other three immediately look at him. “Between her ‘n’ other Black. Otherwise she wouldn’t be so…” He waves his hand at you haphazardly. “Whatever the hell this is.” 

“Mopey?” Evan offers.

“Grumpy?” Pandora suggests.

“I was going to say murderous.” Regulus says. “Didn’t even thank me for the sugar.”

You lift your gaze to glare at Regulus. You don’t mean to be grumpy, mopey or even murderous. Well, maybe a little murderous since you would’ve liked to have stayed in bed longer. More than anything, your silence is due to thinking about last night. You didn’t drink nearly enough to black out. No, you remembered all of it. You did drink enough for your filter to be essentially nonexistent, which is why you are questioning every little thing you said. 

Pandora waves her hand in front of your face. “Hello? Frowny McGrumpface?”

You turn your glare to her. “What?”

“She speaks!” Barty declares, throwing his hands up with so much momentum that he almost falls off the back of his seat. 

“We all know you were in Gryffindor Tower last night,” Pandora says matter-of-factly.

“So?” 

“Sooooo,” Barty says, “we know Meadowes didn’t drag you up there kicking and screaming.”

“You’d be correct,” you reply flatly with a roll of your eyes. 

“Did other Black invite you, did he?” Evan asks. “Is he why you went? Bloke’s not even on the team.”

You stand up, still holding onto your mug, and start to walk away. A bit dramatic, maybe, but you are more confused about your feelings than you were after your date with Sirius. You didn’t need your friends prying for every detail of your night. To your slight dismay, Regulus is quick to follow you.

“If it’s my brother, I think I have the right to-” Regulus starts to say as soon as you’re outside the Great Hall’s side door.

“He showed me your constellation.”

He blinks at you with a blank expression. 

“Did you not… learn that third year?”

“No, I did.”

“So why did he-”

“I don’t know, Regulus. Do I look like your brother?” you snap at him, interrupting him for the second time. 

You sigh and take a sip of your tea. Regulus stares at you before rubbing his chin and echoing your sigh. 

“He, erm, was the reason you went, right? He invited you?” Regulus’ voice is soft as he asks this, as if he knew you would clamp up again if he came at it too aggressively.

You nod and take a breath before saying, “I’m glad I went.”

A small smile appears on Regulus’ face. He reaches out to hold your shoulder. You take a tentative sip of your tea, unsure what he was going to do or say.

“If he hurts you in any way, they’ll never find the body. I’ll make sure of it.”

You struggle to swallow your tea so it doesn’t come spurting out of your nose. Regulus slips back inside while you try to compose yourself. You didn’t need to be at the table to know the rest of your friends would be trying to milk Regulus for information, nor that he wouldn’t tell them anything. 

You didn’t make it a full minute outside without Regulus. The biting winter wind was too much for you. You take two more sips of your quickly-cooling tea before going back inside. You set your cup back on the table and then leave the Great Hall. You aren’t particularly hungry, certainly not enough to endure Pandora, Barty and Evan, so you head back to the dungeons. Sleep is really what you need, you decide. 

You didn’t look over at Sirius while you were in the Great Hall. He, on the other hand, couldn’t take his eyes off you. He walked in after you did, spotting you immediately at the Slytherin table with hunched shoulders. He could barely look away to load his plate with food. He wasn’t even listening to whatever drivel his friends were talking about. He watched as you exited and were followed by Regulus, keeping his eyes on the door you disappeared behind until Regulus came back in and then you. From the moment he saw you to when you left the Great Hall alone, Sirius couldn’t rid himself of his smile. 

“Why’re you so chipper this morning?” Peter asks, reaching for his cup of coffee. 

All but Sirius were drinking coffee this morning. 

“Last night.” 

Remus raises his eyebrows. “What about it?”

“It went well. I really think it did.” 

“Does she, ahem, like you?” Remus asks. 

Sirius can’t help the slight blush that dusts his cheeks.

“Oh my Merlin, she does!” James gasps, slamming his hand on the table. “Pads, what?” 

Sirius doesn’t miss the way Remus shifts in his seat before hiding his face behind his cup. Sirius shrugs before stabbing the sausage on his plate. 

“It’s more than her thinking I’m attractive. She said I’m a good time,” Sirius says, his smile growing with each word. He can’t help the feeling of pride blooming in his chest.

“Okay, and?” Remus asks, clearly unconvinced about you coming around to Sirius. 

Sirius presses his lips together as he figures out how to phrase the tipping point from last night. He takes a sip of his tea to buy himself a moment more. 

“And… She trusts me.” 

“Lil’ dog person trusts you, huh?” Peter says.

“What do you mean?” James questions, waving his fork about. “Like you’re a trustworthy bloke but what happened? Did she just say that she trusts you? What does that even mean that she trusts you?”

Sirius chuckles with a shake of his head. “She knew she was drunk and chose to be alone with me.”

Remus waves his hand in a circular motion in front of him to encourage Sirius to go on.

“She was drunk and said, with confidence by the way, that she knew I’d get her back to the dungeons safe. From the Astronomy Tower.”

“That’s a distance,” Peter says with a snort. 

“Yeah, it is. And she was fully convinced that I’d get her back safe ‘n’ sound. If that doesn’t say she trusts me, I don’t know what does.” 

There’s a knowing glint in James’ eyes.

“So, would you say she’s a Sirius person now? Has she fully been converted?” he asks Sirius. 

Sirius didn’t answer right away. Part of him wanted to immediately say yes, you were. But you were drunk last night. He knew better than to confirm anything based on a drunk person’s words. He so desperately wanted everything you said last night to be true, to be how you felt about him. He knows he needs a sober conversation with you. 

“More than she was before,” Sirius says solemnly. 

That much he could say. If he had invited you to a party back when you first approached him this year, you would’ve turned him down with a sneer. You certainly didn’t verbally protest to him spinning you around after the quidditch game. And you danced with him. You invited him to the Astronomy Tower. Even if you were drunk, that had to mean something. 

Despite having homework he could’ve been working on, Sirius wanders the castle for most of the day. He has too much restless energy to sit still and focus - plus, he can always copy off Remus later. Not that anyone was asking, but if someone did, he was most certainly not looking for you. It wasn’t like he kept circling back to the library, the Astronomy Tower and the dungeons. It wasn’t like he kept that route on loop for hours. It wasn’t like he had your words from last night on loop in his mind. It wasn’t like he was hoping to run into you so he could ask you out on a proper second date. It wasn’t like-

“Sirius.” 

He stops in his tracks. The voice of his brother brings him out of his thoughts as he passes through the Slytherin Dungeons again. 

“Regulus,” he replies firmly. 

“Why’re you down here?” Regulus’ voice is flat, emotionless. He has suspicions as to why Sirius is down there, but he wants to hear him say it.

Sirius hums indifferently. “Just walking.”

“In the Slytherin Dungeon. Bit far from your tower, isn’t it?” 

“Taking a long walk.”

“Uh huh… So… you’re not looking for anyone?” A rare smile appears on Regulus’ face. “No one you want to discuss star charts with?” 

Sirius feels a blush creep up his neck as he takes a step toward his brother. 

“What’d she tell you?” he hisses as he flexes his hands within his pockets.

Regulus lets out a singular laugh. He caught his brother. 

“Not much. You showed her Leo and she’s glad she went.” He pauses to let that sink in for Sirius, before adding, “And then I reminded her that if you cross her, they’ll never find the body.”

“Ah, so you’ve decided,” Sirius says, not acknowledging the prior statement. “So, ah, where is she?” 

“Dorm, I think. Haven’t actually seen ‘er since breakfast.”

Sirius frowns. “That’s hours ago.”

“And you haven’t seen her on your… long walk? That’d put her where we can’t go.” 

Sirius clicks his tongue, about to turn away from his brother and go to Gryffindor Tower, when he decides to say one more thing. 

“Don’t tell her I was looking for her?” 

Regulus lets out a real laugh. “Oh, if she appears, I’m telling her.”

Sirius nods and says, “Thought it was worth a shot.”

“It wasn’t,” Regulus tells him flatly before turning away himself and heading back towards his own common room.

Sirius reluctantly heads to the Gryffindor Common Room to work on his homework with the Marauders. If he couldn’t find you to talk about last night, he might as well pretend to be productive. 

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[theealbatross]

kiss me (s.s.)

Plot | You fought, kissed, and made up. But it could never be that easy.

or, Sebastian took two steps forward and three steps back.

Tags | insecurities, social pressures, obsessive tendencies, slytherin!reader, dark!seb and reader if you squint, but not really, underage drinking (theyre all 16-18 in this), they're just crazy about each other and can't tell anyone, kissing (duh) nothing too PG, happy ending?, read 4k words and figure it out, if the end made you scream say 'aye'

[ 6th Year ]

“Spin that fucking bottle!”

If you had known what absolute monstrosity you would create when you introduced muggle sleepover games to your housemates you would’ve gone to bed early.

But now, you were surrounded by drunk, nosy, Slytherins that were dead-set on exposing each other’s most embarrassing secrets. No one was safe.

“Imelda!” Everyone cheered, Grace quickly hooked her arms around the other girl’s neck when she tried to escape.

The party had long since been over, most of the students from other houses had already retired to their own rooms but those who had friends in Slytherin (like Poppy and Natty) or were too drunk to journey back to the spiraling staircases of their houses safely (like Everett and Samantha) decided to sober up for a while in the Quidditch Grand Champion’s common room.

“Are you actually as mean as you pretend to be or do you just not know how to make friends,” Natty slurred, pointing and wagging a finger at her.

If she was in a better constitution, she would’ve been able to brush off that accusation easily and with confidence but a dozen of improved (thanks Garreth) Firewhiskey shots later and the ever-guarded Imelda flushed in embarrassment to the surprise of everyone. The small circle burst out laughing, Imelda pushed Grace away in annoyance.

“It’s okay, ‘melda. We love you as you are!” Poppy was definitely still hammered.

“Next, next, next!”

The bottle spun and spun but your eyes were at the boy who had just returned from tucking Ominis in their shared dorm. You smiled up at him as he sat in the reserved space available just for him right beside you. “Omi?” you mouthed.

He squeezed your hands, silently letting you know your lightweight friend was now safely tucked in his own bed and ready to welcome the worst hangover he had ever known tomorrow.

“Well, well, well! Our brilliant, beloved, beater!”

It was when you turned your eyes back down on the ground that you saw that the mouth of the bottle was now undoubtedly pointed at Sebastian.

“Mate, I just got here!”

The crowd booed, Sebastian receiving light punches and playful jeers. “It’s the rules, Sallow!”

Everyone looked at you expectantly, the false inventor of such guidelines. You smirked, shrugging, “Rules are rules.”

Sebastian gaped at the betrayal. He gave you a look that lets you know he’ll get you back for this, even secretly poking your waist sharply. You didn’t like the way your housemate’s eyes glinted at the small interaction. Oh no.

“Alright, Alright,” Garreth shushed the crowd with two outstretched hands. “I have the million galleon question! I’m sure everyone will praise my genius for it!”

“Get on with it already!”

The Gryffindor threw a drunken glare at the voice from the back of the common room. “Now, I’m sure our dear Sebastian, despite receiving many letters of admiration and flutters of pretty lashes –”

“Gross,” Imelda grumbled.

“—has yet to officially court someone!” Garreth announced, arms stretched wide like he was a ringmaster about to start his greatest show. Everyone oo-ed and ahh-ed and cheered.

You didn’t like where this was going.

Sebastian, for all the eyes that were on him, managed to maintain the small smile on his cocky face.

It was true. You were not blind to the … physical developments he had undergone the last two years nor to the attention it had garnered him. The boy you had sneaked around Hogwarts with in your fifth year had disappeared and was replaced by a man. An unfairly tall, tanned, attractive man. You damn near walked past him again if he had not pulled you to his side on your first day during your 6th year.

You weren’t ignorant of it, nor were you dumb enough to deny your attraction to your friend.

But you are a lady. And his friend.

His most trusted, beloved friend (his words not yours).

You’d rather not risk your lifelong connection if he won’t. You know how to read between the lines as blurry as it had become. He’s lost too much and you refuse to become another scar in his soul. The both of you have had enough of that to last you till the next lifetime.

“So, my question is,” your eyes widened when you felt two hands on each of your shoulders, in your deep reverie you have failed to notice Garreth sneaking behind your back or that all conniving eyes and raised eyebrows were now on you.

Sebastian smiled.

“Kiss, Marry, Kill.”

[ 7th Year ]

It was by incredible luck that your 7th year of Hogwarts called for the Triwizard tournaments to be held in Hogwarts.

You were prepared to enjoy the event in relative peace. Happy that for once you would be the spectator of all the action instead of being the one in the middle of it.

Life just can’t make it that easy for you.

You did not even realize that Sebastian of all people had thrown his name in as consideration until he had been called and your dreams of a quiet last year in Hogwarts were shot to the depths of hell. It was the first time in a while that you felt true fear, the type that froze all your blood solid.

The fight that followed in the Undercroft was explosive.

“How could you be so reckless, Sebastian?! People die in these games! Why would you do this?!”

Just the thought of it makes your stomach sink. Sebastian will be front and center of this bloody battle of pride that is broadcasted to the entire wizarding world. It was different when it was the two of you jumping through all types of danger – this time you won’t be able to help him. He will be alone.

Yet, when you had expected a valid explanation and a plan out of all this madness he instead looked at you with such anger and vitriol that you physically flinched.

“Because I am sick of being just your friend!” Even Ominis pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on. Foreseeing a tragedy about to uncontrollably unroll. “I’m constantly surrounded by you two! Ominis Gaunt, the scion of the purest bloodline in the wizarding world, the Heir of Slytherin who could do no wrong! How brilliant!”

He cackled a laugh, he looked like a man at the brink of insanity. How long had he been holding on to these thoughts?

“And you!”

“Sebastian enough –” Ominis tried to cut through his mania but he wasn’t having any of it. Once the words were out, there was no taking them back in. He was cursed – he will have to see it through.

“Famed Hero of Hogwarts,” each word was dripped in poison, the insecurities bubbling inside him caused him to lash out at anyone and everyone who dared question his decision. How could they understand? How would they understand a nobody? “Do you know how tired I am of being in your shadow?”

He felt the sting before he heard it, the slap drowned the Undercroft in silence. Then, the weight of his grave words sunk in. The green haze in his head cleared just to see the boiling tears falling down your distraught face.

What has he –

“Then let me free you of such shadow, Sebastian,” your face crumpled, physically pained by such cruelty from your dearest companion. “You’re on your own this time.”

That had been months ago, aside from the few classes you had together he had not even seen you anywhere else. Not even in the first game when he had sent you an owl begging you for a chance to apologize and dedicating his win to you. The victory over the other contestants tasted bitter when he couldn’t find your face in the celebrating crowd.

And the pit in his chest turned into a black hole when he caught Ominis at the edge of the celebration shaking his head. She didn’t come. He’s lost her.

Ominis refused to help him – not that he deserved any. In retrospect, it was ... silly – the insecurities he had been shamefully hiding. He knew his friends had never seen him short of an equal but it’s difficult to see the good when the entire world is looking down at you with cruel, disapproving eyes when your back is turned. Cruel whispers they made sure only he could hear.

“I thought he’d live somewhere more posh.” “Sallow? Dating her? That’s preposterous he’s an orphan with barely a galleon to his name.” “Why do you think they keep him around?”

It was stupid and irrational and he handled it in the worst possible way. Lashed out at the one person who least deserved it, who went through hell to drag him back out, then benevolently tended to all the wounds and scars in his humanity till he was himself again.

“Let me free you of such shadow, Sebastian.”

He slammed his head on the wall he was leaning on, the heartbreaking image of her distressed face was a nightmare that had chased him awake or asleep.  Sebastian may deserve this but you most definitely didn’t. He never deserved you.

Yet, here he was, sitting on the floor of the Ravenclaw Tower with a wilted bouquet of wildflowers he had picked before breakfast, hoping he could catch her somehow. He ignored the giggles, snickers, and confused questions thrown his way no matter how embarrassed he felt. He wasn’t moving from this spot until he can apologize – the silent treatment was torture worse than Crucio. And he had been hit with one.

At the first sound of the walls transforming, he was already up on his feet, his hands instinctively brushing his hair as if looking presentable would even out his chances of repairing his most treasured friendship.

The door opened and finally, your eyes met his. The tension was something that would choke even the greediest puffskein. Your eyes were wide, unblinking and your lips were pursed in a fine line that communicated how much you loathed being in his presence. He hopes you know that you could never hate him as much as he hated himself at this very moment.

“For you!” It was only when it was being offered to you did he realize how abysmal the dying bouquet he had been carrying in his hands since this morning looked. But it was too late now, she was already here, looking at the flower then back to him and all the lines he had practiced flew out of his head.

Instead, he just fell to his knees, prostrating, tears already threatening to fall down his face. He had never been an honorable man. “Sebastian! Get up!”

“I will do anything you ask me to,” The feel of her touch made his skin tingle. After months of not even catching your eyes or hearing your voice and it was more than worth it to suffer through all this humiliation just for this moment. Even if you may never forgive him at least he could apologize. He’ll have a better last moment with you than your fight. “I’ll win the games. I’ll quit. I’ll drop out of Hogwarts if that’s what you want just, please … forgive me.”

He felt your arms wrap around him but he was too distraught, barely comprehending that you had somehow pulled him back into the room until the two of you fell on the ground and the door of the room slammed shut. Still, he continued sobbing in your arms, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he drenched your neck with his anguished tears. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Sebastian wasn’t playing fair but your forgiveness was a prize he was willing to cheat to earn. There would be no point of honor if he lost you – anyone else but you.

“It wasn’t anything you did. It was me,” he sobbed. “I just – you and Ominis became such incredible people that I realized it was me who had not become anyone. I am a nobody!”

“Sebastian that is just not true –”

“It’s moronic I know! But I just thought … if I could win these games … if I could stop being just myself and be a champion then I can finally earn the spot beside you.”

It was embarrassing to admit all that, the deep insecurities that had festered inside of him the moment he was finally faced with the reality of the world. That he was surround by great people who has and will achieve great things and he was … him. A failure, a murderer, a burden.

“Don’t make me slap you again,” your cold voice woke him up from his self-lashings.

He sniffed, nodding, finally finding the strength and shame to sit up on his knees in front of you. “I … I really am so sorry.”

He pinched his eyes shut, preparing himself for the worst. His nails digging in his palm in an effort to stop it from shaking. However, it took one touch of your palms to break through all his pretenses. “I forgive you.”

He crumbled in relief, jumping into your open arms in a mess of tears, snot, and even more apologies.

“I know, I know,” you shushed him, hands tight even as he soaked your shirt through. “Ominis talked to me and … Sebastian you really are so silly. What do you mean you're a nobody? You're the top student in our year! So much so that all those Ravenclaws have declared you their enemy. You're the greatest beater in our generation that even I have been receiving owls begging me to somehow convince you to play for their team when you graduate! I can't even imagine how many times I would have gotten in trouble or straight-up died if it wasn't for you! I swear you're so fucking daft sometimes!”

He nodded eagerly, taking any jabs you may have if it meant you were talking to him. Even if it was still difficult for him to accept that any of those achievements you dictated could ever surmount to what you had achieved he knew it wasn't smart to try and correct it now when you had just forgiven his transgressions. “Stupid, stupid, boy.”

It was there in that room that your fractured friendship was mended with a bunch of dead flowers and Sebastian’s tears.

To celebrate, you had produced a couple of leftover Hogshead Brew for the two of you to enjoy till you were tipsy enough to forget the past horrible months without each other and were now giggling to each other’s face as if to make up for all the laughs you were owed in the months of silence.

“Lay back down, your eyes are going to be swollen shut.”

He’s been crying so hard for so long that he was too tired to do anything but follow your words, laying at the center of the bed you’ve conjured and sighing at the warm cloth you pressed on his eyes that miraculously stopped the world from spinning.

If he thinks too hard about the shameful faces he had shown you, he fears he’s going to combust, instead he focused on the rake of your nails on his hair, the familiar scent of your perfume he had given to you as a gift for your birthday last year, and the weight of your head as you laid on his stomach while the alcohol coursed through his body.

“You shouldn’t quit.”

He folded the cloth in one eye to take a peek at you. You giggled sweetly, clearly taking the drink harder than him, and gods above did he miss it. His happiness was cut short however when you crawled over the length of his body and instead plopped next to him, your head resting on his outstretched arm.

Physical affection wasn’t new to the two of you – after what you had been through hugs and holding hands were something the two of you found comfort in, a reminder that despite everything, the two of you made it out together – but after a few months without it he was faced with the realization of how unconventionally intimate your friendship truly was.

“Like I said, Ominis explained to me how you’ve been feeling – only another man would ever understand a bruised man’s ego. And if this is what’s going to make you feel better then I will support you till the end.” He turned his head so he can look at your eyes. When you cupped his face he felt his gut curl on itself from adoration. “But make no mistake Sebastian, the two of us have always been equals. We’re kindred spirits, remember?”

Kindred spirits, he thought. He remembers the first time he called the two of you that -- something a little cheeky for the first witch who didn't sneer in disgust at the prospects of his less than favorable past time. The curiosity in your eyes then was one he had seen in his own, even then he had this funny feeling that you were going to get along very well.

If he only knew how right he was, he would've thought he was a prodigy in divination.

A tear once again pebbled at the memory but just as he closed his eyes ready to wipe it away you were already sitting up, throwing the wet cloth and pressing a kiss on the edge of it. Sebastian sucked in a breath, blinking to see you hovering over him now. He’s never seen you this zealous. The passion in your eyes is almost mirroring his own.

It would seem whatever was in that brew had smashed through your inhibitions and his pride as he let you continue peppering kisses all over his face.

“You are very precious to me,” she whispered fondly, her gaze soft, drunk and adoring then it turned dark, an emotion crossed your face that he’d only seen when you had been fighting the meanest of foes. “I’d blow this entire school up before I let any of them think they could take your place in my life.”

Sebastian shuddered, his entire body burning under your gaze.

Leaning over again, you pressed another kiss on his other eyelid. “I won’t allow anyone to take you away from me.”

On his forehead. “And you are not allowed to leave me. I forbid it, Sebastian.”

As pathetic as it was, the words were everything he needed to hear. The possession healing over all his insecurities like a balm.

He has always been a selfish lad. His parents and everything he had ever known were ripped away from him at too early of an age that it made him realize that he needed to protect Anne because she was all he had but even that exploded spectacularly into a tragedy.

And then he met you and finally, finally, he met his person. Someone who was seemingly made just for him. Someone who understood him for all his secrets and flaws and still called him a friend.

However, it would seem that he was cursed of a cruel fate. Because the one person who was supposed to be just his turned out to be the most sought-after witch of their generation with the type of magic that had not been seen in centuries. At first, it didn’t matter, he was confident of his place in your life. But as the two of you grew up, the reality that your position in society were skies apart was when his insecurities began to painfully blossom.

But this … it was nice to be claimed like this. To be able to hear and see the crazed obsession he had only seen in his own reflection be mirrored by the one person he needed it from the most. The whole world can laugh behind his back, it didn’t matter anymore. The most brilliant witch in history is in this bed with him, kissing all his insecurities away and branding him as hers.

He chuckled but was cut short when you pressed a softer kiss just by the edge of his smile. His heart threatened to pound out of his chest, his ears failing to hear anything else but the next words out of your mouth. “Do you understand me, Sebastian?”

It has never been clearer: she is his.

“You are mine.”

With her final words, Sebastian’s brain seems to finally function again. A surge of alcohol and courage caused him to raise his limbs to cup your face, pulling you closer and closer so he could finally do what he had been dreaming about since your first duel.

A kiss. A promise. The final bind that would lock your souls together forevermore.

You gasped, smiling through the kiss before you plopped your entire body on top of his, your body finally getting overwhelmed by the alcohol and all that has happened in the past hours – knocking you straight into a dreamless sleep.

For the first time in a long, long while, he was at peace.

The two of you may never remember this moment but he’ll know it in his soul. In this dim room, surrounded by her scent, and her skin, and her kisses – he has finally found where he belongs and who belonged to him.

He pulled you into him – tighter, closer. It didn’t matter, you were his.

Only his.

“Guess we made up?”

When you woke up Sebastian was already lounging in the ottoman by the end of the bed, casually reading a book while you were crawling towards him with your blanket over your head and suffering through a hangover.

If not for the redness in his eyes you would’ve thought you hallucinated his teary apologies.

He was quick to open up his form, grabbing a decorative pillow for you as you laid down on his lap dramatically. You don’t remember much but you knew enough that the big fight was forgotten and forgiven.

“Guess so, darling,” he chuckled nonchalantly, back to his cool, charming self as if he hadn’t been a crybaby in your arms just yesterday.

‘Darling’? That’s new.

You grinned, letting him pet you. You weren’t complaining, not being friends with Sebastian felt wrong and it was a miracle you stood your ground as hard as you did.

“Aren’t I so gracious, dear?” you teased, poking his stomach to make him flinch. The two of you laughed. “What happened after I popped out that blasted poison from Hogshead?”

When you try to comb through your memories your headache fights back with a vengeance so you had hoped he would supply the blank pages in your mind.

He stared at you for a beat before sighing, looking truly as miffed as you. “I wish I remembered, I’m in the dark as much as you.”

And as much as he knows it was wrong to not try to remember, he also knew he wouldn’t be able to live through the embarrassment of what he might’ve been telling you while he was drunk and emotional again. It was a mistake but he was more than happy to let those blank memories remain blank. What’s important is that you are friends again.

“Let’s focus on the future now, hm? No sense digging through what would definitely be an embarrassing moment for me,” he groaned, pinching your cheeks when you gave him a teasing smile.

You hesitated, biting your lip but then nodded. “If you say so.” It was in the past after all.

Sebastian was glad you let it go. (He will regret this in years to come.)

“Speaking of futures, I had wanted to ask you,” he played with the short strands of your hair, heart full of adoration as he looked down at your face. “Go to the Yule Ball with me? Gotta have a pretty date for this year.”

You dramatically gasped, “The Future Triwizard Champion asking little old me? Also, I was your date last year, scoundrel!”

He burst out laughing, you jumped into his arms, pressing a kiss on his cheeks.

His lips tingled, his head ached as it begged him to remember. But then you flashed him that bright smile and nothing else mattered.

“I would love to.”

The two of you were back to what you had once been. It would just be greedy to ask for more.

Right?

[freakingholland]

"(Not) dancing in the moonlight" - Remus Lupin x teacher!reader

A/N: I was in a desperate need for something soft and winterish so uhhh here have this! <3 Headcanons? Memes? Let’s talk! My asks are here.

Warnings: setting of NYE, post-full moon Remus (minor descriptions of physical and mental discomfort), wit/sarcasm, smoking cigarettes, use of mobility aid, minor description of fireworks (hurt/comfort + fluff - mostly major fluff)

Summary: Professor Remus Lupin and his partner spend a soft NYE evening within the walls of Hogwarts. Turns out being on a teacher night duty isn’t so bad when you’re your pupils’ favourite.

Word count: 1.2K+

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"On my heart, where you're resting your head.

And you just look so beautiful.

It's like you were an angel.

Can I stop the flow of time?

Can I swim in your divine?

'Cause I don't think I'd ever leave this place."

“You’ve got options,” you said, holding up two tea bags for him to see. “Which will it be, darling?”

Remus was sitting on the leather sofa of Gryffindor’s common room with his legs propped up on a wooden coffee table.

Unfortunately, Remus ended up being assigned for a New Year’s Eve teacher duty for Gryffindor. At first, you’d been quite disappointed by the fact that you and Remus couldn’t attend New Year’s Eve ball organized in your beloved restaurant in Hogsmeade. It was your annual tradition to go there ever since you were teenagers. The tradition started after Lily and James had found the restaurant – it wasn’t very popular amongst Hogwarts students since it’s on the fancier side. But after going there once you all made a promise to save some money throughout the year so that all of you could go there at least once a year for the New Year’s Eve party. Lily particularly loved the place for the delicious food. She hadn’t been able to stop raving about it for at least a couple of days back at school.  After their passing it felt mandatory for you and Moony to keep the tradition alive.

Even if it wasn’t for the teacher duty your plans would have changed anyway – full moon had fallen right after Christmas leaving Remus drained both physically and mentally. So, the change of plans kind of worked out for the better in a way. The idea of loud crowds and dancing was obviously out of the question. As much as you wanted to enjoy an evening out, you were glad to be with him in a way that didn’t push him beyond what he could handle.

Remus squinted across the room, clearly trying to see what you were holding up, but then he gave up with a small sigh. Leaning forward, he reached for his cane and slowly made his way towards you. The soft taps of the cane against the wooden floor were the only sound besides the crackle of the fireplace.

When he reached you, he stood for a moment, his head tilting as he scanned the options you held in your hands.

“Hmm,” he muttered, his lips quirking into a faint smile as he reached out. He plucked one of the tea bags from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours with a warmth that gave you butterflies.

“I’ll take this one.” He watched you as you carefully poured water into your mugs. You turned over your shoulder to shoo him away and make him settle on the sofa comfortably, careful not to spill the boiling hot water over yourself.

Just as you were about to hand him his mug, the portrait hole creaked open. The cold outer air mixed in with the warm, pine-scented air within the common room.

You turned your head, half-expecting it to be the Fat Lady herself popping in to complain about something. Instead, three familiar figures shuffled in, trying - and failing to move quietly.

Ron tripped, stumbling over the hem of his own robe.

“Shhh!” Hermione hissed, quickly grabbing his arm to steady him.

“I didn’t even say anything!” Ron whispered back, louder than necessary.

She sent him a deathly glare in response.

Harry, stuck in the middle, shot both of them an irritated look before glancing towards the sofa. His blue eyes widened when he spotted you and Remus, clearly realizing they weren’t as sneaky as they thought.

“Weee- we. Umm we-- weren’t expecting anyone to be up.” he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

Remus raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Clearly…There’s nothing more subtle than tripping over your own feet, whisper-shouting, and holding the portrait hole open like you’re inviting Filch in for tea.”

You tried really hard not to laugh at your husband's remark. His quick wit was one of the main reasons why you fell for him in the first place.

Ron turned bright red.

“We weren’t doing anything! Just, uh, checking to see if—”

“You’re sneaking out." you interrupted, crossing your arms completely unable to hide the grin spreading across your face. Their shenanigans reminded you so much of yourself and the rest of marauders back in the day.

“No, we’re not!” Ron protested, which would’ve been more convincing if Hermione didn’t shoot him a sharp don’t-lie-to-a-teacher look.

“Alright, fine. WE ARE sneaking out…” Harry said. Honesty was the best approach in this situation.

“We just wanted to watch the fireworks over the lake. We’ll come right back, I promise.”

You exchanged a glance with Remus, who took a slow sip of his tea, clearly dragging out the suspense just to mess with them. You poked his side noticing Hermione’s pale face.

“Well,” he finally said, setting the mug down, “Fireworks over the lake, huh? Sounds nice."

“But let me guess — you haven’t thought this plan all the way through, have you?” Remus continued.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ron asked defensively.

“We have!” Hermione said quickly, holding up a piece of fabric.

“We’ve got the invisibility cloak.”

Remus tilted his head, looking at the cloak with mock seriousness.

“And how, exactly, are you planning to fit all three of you under it?”

Ron looked down at his feet.

“It might be a liiiittle bit snug.” You shook your head.

“Remus, just let them go. If they get caught, they will have something funny to talk about.”

Remus sighed dramatically, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“Fine. But,” he said, pointing a finger at them, “if you get caught, don’t come crying to me and professor Y/N.”

“Deal!” Harry said quickly, nudging Ron and Hermione back toward the portrait hole.

“Happy New Year!” Ron called over his shoulder.

“Don’t stay up too late professor Lupin — you’re looking a bit peaky! Good night professor Lupin II! Love you both!”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head.

The portrait closed, and you tucked yourself into his side.

“I swear to merlin that boy has absolutely no sense of self-preservation.”

He looked down to search through his pocket to grab his cigarette box and a lighter.

“We’re such pushovers for them.” You said laughing.

“Maybe so,” he admitted with a sincere smile.

He held out his cigarette box motioning to the balcony.

“Fancy a smoke ma’am?”

“Baaad, bad influence Lupin.“

He smirked, lighting his cigarette as he held the balcony door open for you.

“I’ve been called worse.”

You stepped out into the crisp night air, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“But ‘bad influence’ suits you tonight.” He lit your cigarette.

“Only on special occasions.” he said with a grin, blowing a stream of smoke.

“I can’t believe Ron called me ‘Professor Lupin II’.”

“See? You’re the second Lupin on the list. Maybe being soft isn’t so bad hun.“

You nudged him lightly with your elbow. He wrapped his arm around your waist and huffed with laughter into your hair.

In the distance, you could see the first flash of fireworks lighting up the sky over the lake, shimmering almost like falling stars, leaving a trail of glowing sparks that slowly disappeared into the night.

“Happy new year love.”

Thank you for reading! stay whelmed xx

[mallowsweetmiri]

Best friend!James with no boundaries

This is inspired by @ddejavvu cause I can’t get enough of no boundary James

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Summary: Y/N has been best friends with James since they were kids, and she’s constantly in his dorm hanging out. While he helps her get ready for an epic Gryffindor party, the rest of the marauders are forced to witness their questionable friendship boundaries.

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Remus and Sirius exchange a knowing look as they enter the dorm. They’ve just got back from securing the liquor from Hogsmeade and it looks like you’re starting to prep for the party as well.

“James! Don’t lie, this top totally washes me out,” you pout, standing over James with your arms crossed as he sits on his bed and watches you model the outfit.

“Okay, okay. The color isn’t the best. Try this one on,” James sighs as he tosses you a tight fitting shirt. Without any regard for the now three boys in the room, you strip off the ugly top in exchange for the new one.

“Woah, woah, woah! What the hell are you doing?” Sirius exclaims, putting his hands over his eyes. Remus just rolls his eyes before moving to his trunk to put away the supplies. You completely ignore his comment as you slip on the new top, your breasts inches away from James face. He doesn’t seem too concerned.

“Oh, piss off, Black. Never seen a pair of tits before?” You quip, walking over to the mirror. Sirius shoots Remus a look of disgust but he just shrugs in return.

“Okay, this is the one,” James says proudly, coming up behind you in the mirror, “he’s not going to be able keep his hands off you tonight.” You sigh as you turn around to look up at James with innocent eyes.

“You really think so?” You pout, fiddling with the hem of your tight skirt. Sirius scoffs from across the room.

“I know so. Here, just pull this up a bit,” James bends down to hike up the back of your skirt and pulls the fabric of your shirt taut against your curves, “and put on that sexy perfume and there’s no way he’ll be able to resist you.”

Your smile spreads across your face as you reach up to kiss James on the cheek.

“Thank you James, I don’t know what I would do without you,” you pat him on the cheek before strutting out of the room, “See you tonight boys.”

James smiles proudly as you leave the room before falling back onto his bed.

“Are you serious, Prongs?” Sirius scoffs as he falls onto his own bed.

“What?” James asks, looking up dumbfounded from his bed.

“How can you just sit there with her tits in front of your face and act like that’s normal?” Sirius asks, his mouth open in astonishment. James only smiles back.

“Oh, please. She’s just my friend. Besides, someone has to help her make her tits look good, have you seen her fashion sense?” James snorts and falls back onto his bed, completely unbothered. Sirius turns to Remus for some sort of assurance that he’s not going crazy.

“At this point I’m not sure why you’re surprised,” Remus shrugs, putting his jacket in his trunk, “but her tits did look better in the second top.”

[dwindlinghaze]

helloo can i request a fic for introvert!reader with extrovert!remus lupin whos head over heels for her <3

yes u can darlin <3 🫧🫧 i sort of wrote this into a whole new story but i hope you like this one ☁️🌸🩷🤍

everytime

(remus lupin x reader)

contents : fem reader, toxic friendships, kissing, fluff !! not proofread

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the door slammed open, revealing three young witches with their hands full of shopping bags. you knew they were going to hogsmeade together, but a part of you wished they had invited you.

they're your roomates and friends.

you couldn't go as far as calling them your true friends because they don't involve you much in their group activities.

they go on picnics together, shopping for pretty dresses in hogsmeade, having brunch dates, going to the movies.

a part of you wished you're there, being together with them and just fitting in. but the other part of you were thankful as for they're not inviting you because you would feel left out anyways.

it was better to be left out, and only you know it, rather than being left out with other people knowing.

maybe it wasn't their fault. elina is pretty, smart, bright and outgoing. adrienne is cheerful, energetic, and sociable. cassie is ambitious, intelligent, and talkative. you laughed bitterly to yourself, realising that they all have similar traits- all really easy to talk to and would always have an on going conversation.

you couldn't even hold a conversation for more than four minutes. it feels like your fault now.

you sit alone the morning after. you usually sit with your 'friends' for breakfast, but you were hurt from yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. it was tiring, you needed break.

which caught the attention of a young gryffindor boy, sitting at the opposite end of the table.

remus lupin always thought you're the most beautiful person he ever saw. you two never talked, there's no reason to.

only his longing stares are the closest thing to interaction.

he thought you're beautiful. not the kind of beauty in magazines or billboards, but the kind of beauty that spreads through a field of mystical flowers. a kind that shines golden in daylight and a night fairy at late.

he saw the way you chew on your breakfast gloomily. he wondered why. you weren't spotted with your usual friends. you were just there. alone.

you would think of yourself as pathetic, but remus doesn't. he would never. he saw an angel-like soul that nobody's good enough to know. nobody's smart enough to notice.

he frowned when he saw you wiping away a tear before you got up, exiting the packed hall.

"frowning moony is not a safe moony," james said, quirking his eyebrows up.

"it's y/n, isn't it?" sirius questioned. the handsome man noticed how remus has been distracted from reality lately. he noticed how remus basically looks at you with heart eyes everytime.

"she looks sad today," remus noted, feeling an overwhelming sense of worry flooding him. it was funny to think about actually, you two never spoke a word to each other yet remus is worrying as if you're his.

"talk to her," james urged. "it's been- what was it? years of pining, you should make a move first because we all know she won't."

"i can't- y'know, my condition," remus huffed.

"she won't mind."

"how'd you know?"

"because- she is her...?" sirius said. "give it a try moony, if she doesn't love you with your condition then she doesn't deserve you, but if she does, it's worth it."

"right..."

that evening you sat down staring at an open window, catching your breath. you had been crying. you don't know why you're being so sensitive lately especially since your friends are always like this. why are you taking it so personal now?

you let the wind hit your face, drying your tears up with the cold breeze.

remus was on his nightly patrol around the castle. he's a prefect. that's how he heard a sniffle down the hall, his vision met with the most enchanting sight.

he walked slowly towards you, not wanting to scare. "hey... you alright?"

you turned around abruptly, wiping away the tears on your eyelashes. "i'm sorry for being out late."

"i'm not going to report you to professor mcgonagal, are you alright?" he asked once more.

"yeah, i'll be heading back to my dorm now," you collected yourself. the quiet footsteps didn't go unheard by you. remus was following you to the dorms.

"don't want filch to get you, i'll walk you there," he smiled a generous smile.

then silence fell between the two of you, only for remus to break it. "i know we're not friends but you can talk to me about it if you want, you can trust me," remus took hold of your upper arm, caressing it gently.

"thanks," was the only reply. you cringed at how short it sounded and he probably thinks you're rude and cold which is the opposite of who you are. your words aren't the best representation of yourself.

remus knew you were an introvert, hiding away from crowded rooms whenever you can. you never go to the parties his friends held. he knew you prefer reading to revelling.

he understands, he was once just like you. but with the help and support of his friends, he feels more comfortable in expressing himself now.

"will i see you tomorrow?" remus asked once you were inside the gryffindor common room.

"yeah, thank you- for not turning me in," you sent him an awkward smile.

the next day, you weren't in a better state either. you found out that cassie was talking horrible things about you with some slytherins. you weren't surprised. it was just your nature to constantly be disrespected by them.

remus saw you again that very day. your eyes were watery and your fingers were shaking.

he quickly ran up to you, his heart breaking into a million pieces. how dare someone did this to you?

"honey, you okay?" remus said, looking at you with the fondest eyes.

you almost cried again, hearing how someone actually asked you if you were okay. you shook your head in response.

"talk to me, we're friends," remus said softly. in reality, you two aren't technically friends. you only met face to face twice.

"we're friends?" you asked, feeling unsure.

"we are. from now on. now tell me who did this to you?"

"oh remus i can't," you shook your head.

"okay... but you can talk to me about anything okay? it doesn't have to be important. that's what friends are for," he smiled.

and oh when you smiled back, was like heaven to him. you looked like an ethereal angel with that divine smile and that archangelic face. he might as well fall in love right then and there.

the sparkles in your eyes that hold such loneliness and hope is what he calls beauty. the way you smiles even when you're sad just to assure him that you will be okay is heart warming. to him you weren't just beautiful for something as temporary as your face. you're beauty hides beneath that broken heart of yours, that delicate soul you have.

you opened up after a while, you feel you can trust remus. he is a calm and caring person. the way he asks 'how are you' every morning since. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder because he doesn't want to lose you in the sea of students. he cuts your breakfast so you can eat them easier. he reads to you softly when you cried again because of your friends.

he didn't know how much this has helped you to be okay again. how much you adored him for everything he does, even the questionable ones. you didn't care.

"rem, want to talk to you," you spoke, breaking his gaze from his book.

"i'm all ears, darling," he replied.

"you wanna know why i keep on crying?," you sniffed, ready to open up for the first time. "it's because- cause cassie, elina, and adrienne. they keep saying bad things about me- that you probably heard already. i used to always think we're friends, maybe not the kind like- you and me. but just friends... i guess. they keep leaving me out. it's like they don't even want me there." you were wiping tears away now, feeling unsure of yourself.

you never spoke of your feelings like this. never to anyone. how can remus made it so easy for you to be transparent to him?

"oh angel, they don't deserve you. they're too full of themselves to see how worthy you are. i think- i think you're the perfect just how you are. forget about them yeah? we will start a new beginning. you can come and sit with me from now on. no need to care about them. i will never make you sad, promise."

he pulled you to his chest, embracing you in a warm hug.

he made a promise to himself that every week, he will give you gifts and such to remind you how important you are. how much he loves and cares about you.

he couldn't let you waste your tears for your past friendship. remus treats you like a princess. he wants to make you smile. seeing you happy is what matters most because a dream girl should live in a dreamworld. and he made it a mission to make a perfect world for you.

he remembered you saying how those girls never invited you to picnics so here he is, inviting you to join the picnic he has set just for you and him.

"oh rem, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done!" you sighed, sitting yourself down on the carpet.

"it's nothing! you deserve it," he smiled proudly, pouring you and himself a cup of chamomile tea. your favourite.

there's something sparkling in your wrist. the shine of it glimmering under the perfect weather. you were wearing a bracelet remus gave to you a few days ago. a pretty silver chain with a moon and angel wings intertwined together.

when he first saw the jewelery on the display, it immediately reminded him of you so he just had to buy two of them. a matching bracelet.

god, nobody has ever even given you a friendship bracelet before.

he saw you, picking up the fresh strawberries with your delicate hands. 'what a dreamy girl' he thought 'and to have an angel like her to call my own'

he wanted to kiss you right there. everything was perfect at the moment. the soft honey rays of the sunshine warms the air surrounding the two of you, there's no reason for remus to scoot over closer to your figure. but he did anyways.

"i like a girl, no i actually love her," he started.

your heart sank, you thought maybe-just maybe remus is the one. he pulled you right out of misery in the best way.

remus saw your crestfallen expression, though he continued, "she makes my heart jump. she's the girl i've been in love with for a long time, i wanna go wherever she goes."

you forced a smile at him, munching on your strawberry that suddenly turned sour.

"she gets sad often, but that doesn't stop her from taking care of the people around her, and herself. she's smart and wise. she inspires me actually. everytime we say goodnight, i go to bed and sleep happily. dreaming of happy thoughts because when she's around, there's no negativity."

"i love her- y/n," he said, hinting at the way he emphasised your name.

"can i know who she is?" you asked shyly.

"can you guess?"

"i don't know..."

"well, i see her everytime," remus said, a smile playing on his lips.

"you see a lot of people everyday," you replied.

"i said everytime not everyday," he chuckled.

"that's not possible!"

"it is actually. i could never get tired of her. anyone is crazy if they do," he shook his head. "okay.. she smells like the most cosiest bakery in town."

"i don't think i know anyone that smells like a bakery."

"of course you don't, darling," remus said, cupping your cheeks. "'cause it's you. i'm in love with you,"

"wha- me?" you knitted your brows. he caressed them away.

"yes you, it's obvious actually. i thought you knew," remus chucked. "i don't have matching bracelets with anyone else, i never go on picnics, i never crochet someone a sweater before, i could go on but i want to hear what you have to say."

"i love you too, it's inevitable," you said, rubbing your cheeks further on his palms.

"can i kiss you?" he asked. he always considered himself a gentleman and he will be the most gentlemanly when it comes to you.

you responded with a soft nod, then he pressed his lips against yours. slowly but surely, he felt you melting in the kiss and god does that feel way more magical than the daydreams he had about this. his tongue manoeuvred its way inside your mouth, meeting yours in a soft touch that sent shivers down your spine. he loves the way you taste, licking the remnants of strawberry juice in your mouth.

he placed his hand on the back of your head while the other wrapped itself around waist, making you impossibly closer to him.

you didn't know how long that lasted but when you pulled away, the both of your cheeks were bright red and the smiles couldn't be wiped away.

[superpowereddonut]

Favour for a Friend (Sirius Black x Reader) - Part 1

This came to me in a dream and I had to write it down! I've never posted any of my own works anywhere, but figured it's a short little one-shot that I may as well put out there even if no one ever reads it! If I feel inspired I might turn this into a proper fic, but idk yet.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader (No use of Y/N)

A/N: set at Hogwarts, fake dating trope

Warnings: Swearing, Sirius isn't gay (even though Wolfstar is obviously canon lol)

Word count: 1401

Read part 2 here.

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Barely catching her breath enough to mutter the password, the Gryffindor girl rushed into the common room, all windswept hair, flushed cheeks and wide eyes. She spotted the Marauders all lounging by the fire (except Peter - he was always off snogging Dorcus in a closet these days) and made a beeline straight for them. Remus was squashed awkwardly in an armchair, a book open against his long legs where they were draped over one arm and his back resting against the other. James was sitting up on one end of the adjacent couch, his transfiguration homework in his lap, with Sirius sprawled at the other end, legs stretched out in front of him, head tipped back and eyes closed, listening to the music emanating from the record player nearby.

She felt a twinge of regret when the cosy atmosphere broke as she stormed over, her gaze flicking over each of them before settling on Sirius, who had cracked an eye open to look at her, now standing on the carpet in front of the fire.

“Black, I need you to be my boyfriend.”

James and Remus both snapped their heads up at that, and Sirius’ eyebrows rose. “Excuse me?”

“Lucas Davis just asked me out again!” The three boys in front of her seemed to let out a simultaneous groan. They were almost as sick as she was of Davis, the irritating Gryffindor two years above them who had been hellbent on wooing her for almost four months now. Unlike James, who had been smitten with Lily since they were eleven and asked her out at least once a week, Davis was aggressive - cornering her in half-empty hallways only to speak over her, invading her personal space whenever he got the chance, and making creepy sexual innuendos anytime a teacher was out of ear-shot. At this point it didn’t even seem to be about her. He just liked the chase and enjoyed making girls squirm. Even girls who hated his guts.

“Just tell him to piss off”, James suggested with a shrug

“Oh jeez, thanks James! Why didn’t I think of that?” She rolled her eyes, “I’ve told him to piss off a hundred times, in a hundred different ways! But he’s relentless- convinced I’m playing ‘hard to get’ or some bullshit like that. The only thing I think would actually get the misogynistic bastard to leave me alone is if he thinks I’m already seeing someone. So,” she said, turning again to Sirius, “can you just pretend to be my boyfriend, Black?”

“Why me? Ask Remus - you two already spend all your time together, surely dating isn’t that much of a stretch!” She shook her head impatiently, “He’s gayer than Bowie and everyone knows it!”. The boy in question huffed a laugh, “Cheers, love.” She ignored him.

“Get James to do it then!” Sirius exclaimed, and the messy-haired boy next to him opened his mouth, sitting up straighter. He probably would do it, she thought, because he would do just about anything for his friends. The noble idiot.  “Oh please, you think anyone would believe that this lovesick fool has moved on from Lily?” She retorted, making a vague gesture towards James, who just grinned ruefully and relaxed back into his seat, nodding his head in agreement.

“And you think anyone would believe we are a couple?” She paused for a second, unsure of how to answer. Although she and Sirius had always been… sort of… friends, it was largely only because of her friendship with the other Marauders - mainly studying with Remus and playing quidditch with James. While they inevitably spent a lot of time together due to their mutual friends, it was true that they were at each other’s throats more often than not, she supposed. Remus was complaining just last week about their constant bickering and their incessant need to outcompete each other in every little thing. 

She was saved from answering by James. “Actually, a Ravenclaw in our charms class - you know, Macmillan? - asked me if you two were dating a couple of weeks ago.” 

They both turned to look at him, shocked, and he just shrugged, “he said he wanted to ask you to Hogsmeade but wanted to make sure nothing was going on between you and Sirius”. Before she could unscramble her thoughts enough to answer, Remus piped up from his armchair. “A girl in the year below asked me something similar recently. Thought she might have a shot with Sirius, but wasn’t sure. She said something about you two having ‘chemistry’ at that party after the last quidditch match.” She fought the blush that spread across her cheeks at the memory. They’d thrashed Slytherin last month and she’d gotten pretty drunk at the party in Gryffindor tower afterwards. She always got a bit flirty when she drank, and Sirius was a shameless flirt even when he was stone cold sober. They’d traded a few harmless remarks early in the night, and later, though she couldn’t really remember how it happened, she ended up dancing to some ABBA songs with her back pressed against Sirius' chest, his arms around her waist and his hot breath on her neck. It hadn’t led anywhere - in fact she had been pretending it never happened - but she still felt a burning pit in her stomach whenever she thought about the way he had felt pressed against her, or the way he had grinned and licked his lips when she turned around and they danced chest to chest.

She shook herself slightly and forced herself to look at Sirius, who was frowning at Remus. “Plus,” she said bitingly, “you’ve established a pretty solid reputation for fucking anything that moves”. Sirius scowled at her before roughly shoving himself up from the couch and strolling past her to the record player that was now sitting idle, the last track having finished. She watched his tense shoulders as he carefully selected a new record and switched them over. She softened her tone, “I’m sure Davis will move on and start pestering some other poor girl before long. I just need you to play the overprotective boyfriend role until he backs off.” She shared a glance with Remus and James when he still didn’t respond. “Please,” she finally relented. When Black still didn’t answer, now decidedly fiddling with the tuning knobs on the record player, she sighed. She’d have to find another way to deter Davis and it’d have to be soon - she didn’t know how many more times she could hear his sleazy “hiya sweetheart”, before she’d resort to hexing him. And that would probably just make him re-double his efforts.

She barely noted the sound of the gryffindor portrait opening to let someone into the common room, but then- “There ya are sweetheart! Bin lookin’ all over for ya!” She gritted her teeth, turning around to see Lucas Davis stalking towards her, that stupid fucking smirk on his face. “Can’t think why, given that you saw me an hour ago and I told you to ‘leave me the fuck alone’”, she snapped. She could see both Remus and James tense in her peripherals, probably preparing to tell Davis to ‘fuck off’ themselves, but Sirius remained silent behind her. Davis either didn’t notice the two boys glaring at him, or didn’t care, and he only smiled wider, “aw come on princess, don’ be like that!” He whined, “I think you just need-” 

But she never found out what he thought she needed, as Sirius suddenly stepped up to her side, casually slung an arm around her shoulder and drawled, “You heard my girl, fuck off and leave her alone.” Davis visibly recoiled, and she might have laughed at his shocked expression had she not been entirely preoccupied by Sirius' comforting warmth as he leant against her. “Your girl?” He sputtered. 

“My girl.” Sirius repeated, and she could hear the mocking smile in his voice, “Girlfriend, paramour, lover, whatever. The point is: fuck. off.” Even Remus seemed to be hiding a grin as Davis stood there, dumbstruck, his eyes darting between her and Sirius as though stupefied. She relaxed into Sirius embrace and intertwined her fingers with his where they hung over her shoulder. “Bye Davis”, she crooned, with a smug smile. He seemed to struggle for another moment before turning on his heel and striding out the door without another word.

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Better than Revenge | M.R [3]

Going along with a plan was easy right? After all it was fake, and basically just a show for everyone to watch. So, why was Y/N starting to question if the plan was a good idea.

Pairing(s): Mattheo Riddle x Y/N Nettleby, Ex! Theodore Nott x Y/N Nettleby.

Warning(s): mentions of alcohol, partying, smoking, mentions of cheating, soft! Mattheo, mentions of loss of virginity. Plot twist maybe?

iii. "you knew you won, so what’s the point of keeping score"

Chapter Two

*Not edited (grammar or spell check), I'll go back and do that later.*

It had been 4 weeks since Y/N and Mattheo had started their plan. A whole month of spending time together and now acting like a couple without labels. It was safe to say that all of Hogwarts was in shock to see the two become a couple. Of course a select few, like the golden trio, knew exactly what was happening. Everyone else, was surprised that Mattheo had tied himself down to one girl, that his attention had solely been on Y/N Nettlby and her Gryffindor glory.

"That's not right," Y/N stated softly as she got up from her chair that was across from Mattheo and moved to one that was beside of him. She quietly pulled the seat closer to him before marking out what he had done and fixed it in a way he'd understand. "It should be easier like that. You can remember the spell easier that way." she had moved her gaze back up to his face noticing that he was watching her instead of what she wrote the whole time.

"I don't need help," he admitted sheepishly. "I'm behind but I know the stuff." he shrugged as he laid his quil down on the parchment in front of him.

"Then why have me tutor you?" She asked him quietly, her eyes never leaving his. Y/N thought they were having a sweet moment, something that happened often between them. Her line was starting to blur between faux moments and real moments.

"have to keep my reputation, love." he spoke breaking the moment that she thought they were having.

Y/N scoffed lightly pulling back from their close proximity, "Then why did you agree to this plan? It definitely ruins your rep." she told him as she crossed her arms.

Mattheo shrugged as he leaned back in his seat, "Doesn't ruin it, I haven't been with anyone in awhile." he mumbled nonchalantly as he returned his gaze to his homework.

Y/N ignored his comment and carefully got up and made her way back to her original seat. She was gathering her items and shoving them in her bag as it was getting time head back to the common room, the prefects and filch would be out patrolling the halls and no one wanted to lose house points.

"hey, there's a party tonight in the Slytherin common room." Mattheo started as he grabbed his work and stood up following the girl's lead. "You should come, it'll prove how "serious" this is." He explained as he looped her arm over the Gryffindor's shoulder.

Y/N rolled her eyes slightly and looked up at the boy as they left the library. "I don't fancy losing house points trying to sneak into my fake boyfriend's party." she muttered as they arrived to the portrait.

The Slytherin boy rolled his eyes, "I'll be right here waiting for you in thirty minutes." He told her before squeezing her hand and walking back down towards the Slytherin's common room.

The Gryffindor girl groaned before saying the password and walking into the common room. Quickly going up to the dormitories to change into a party dress. She knew which one she was going to wear, it would work perfectly for a Slytherin party. Her mother had bought her an emerald green dress, every year. So she wouldn’t forget what family she came from.

She had never attended Slytherin’s parties with Theodore, so this was all new to her. Not knowing how casual or dressed up to be. She laid her dress on the bed before heading towards the bathroom and doing her hair and makeup in the way that seemed fit.

When houses three parties, everyone was invited. It was the only time that houses willingly hung out together, but they stilled seemed to stay in their groups. Unless, they were planning on hooking up for the night. Y/N knew that she would probably run into Ginny and a few other Gryffindors there. Hermione was less likely to be there, often going to the library or being into her studies.

Y/N had rushed down the stairs and out of the dormitories before she could be stopped. Not wanting to talk to anyone right now, just wanting to get to Mattheo and head to the dreaded party.

“You ready?” Y/N asked Mattheo once she noticed his figure outside of the Gryffindor common room. “I wasn’t sure exactly what to wear.” Mattheo’s eyes looked her up and down, almost like he was soaking in what she looked like. “I can go change if I’m underdressed or overdressed?” She suggested when he still had yet to say anything.

“No,” he shook his head. His hand slipping into hers instinctively. “You look great, just didn’t expect you to be in green s’all.” He mumbled clearing his throat after.

Mattheo had successfully gotten them to the Slytherin common room without running into anyone on the way. Y/N rolled her eyes at the common room password before she was led through the silencing spell barrier. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke enveloped her senses, the music pounding off the walls. Multiple houses joined together, either dancing, playing games, or making out.

“This isn’t my scene.” Y/N mumbled to Mattheo as they pushed their way through some people and headed towards the corner.

The Riddle boy gave her hand a small squeeze as they ended up in the corner. There were couches and seats there, his friend group all gathered around each other. Draco was with Pansy, Enzo sat with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle sat on one, and Theo and his new girlfriend together.

“Finally, started to think you bailed.” Draco spoke to Mattheo. Mattheo rolled his eyes, sitting down and gently putting Y/N in his lap and helping her get comfortable.

“Now, cousin, you know me better than that.” Mattheo replied, pulling Y/N into him so help her relax a bit better. It had been a month of this and she still could not wrap her head around it. He casually placed his hand on her knee while the other one was resting on the couch arm behind her back.

Pansy whispered something to Draco before standing up, “I’m going to get drinks,” she announced before turning around and facing the new couple. “Y/N why don’t you come with me?” She asked.

Y/N glanced at Mattheo, who nodded, before she stood up and gave her a small smile. She agreed following the Slytherin girl through the crowd. “Hope I didn’t come off strong,” Pansy laughed a bit. “We don’t know each other and seeing as you’ve settled Mattheo down. I think we should hang out some.”

Y/N gave a soft but nervous smile unsure of what to say. “Yeah, it just happened.” She shrugged to the Slytherin girl as they fixed drinks.

“Not your scene?” Pansy asked when she noticed the Gryffindor looking around. “Is that why you never came around with Theo?”

Y/N shrugged thinking about the question for a minute. “I just, my relationship with Theo was different than mine and Mattheo’s.” She spoke honestly. There was major differences, the main one being one was real and the other is fake. To prove to everyone that she was fine. To be honest, it was working well. She had no feelings for Theodore left, all she felt was a bit of betrayal but she was officially over it.

“I’ve never seen him look at anyone like that.” Pansy spoke as she nodded over to the couches the pair came from. Y/N turned and was met with Mattheo’s gaze on her from across the room. She sent him a small smile before turning back to face Pansy. “You must be special to him.”

Y/N let out a small laugh with the shake of her head. “I think we’re just having fun right now.” She lied as she helped Pansy grab the boys drinks.

“You might want to tell him that.” She suggested before leading the way back over to the friend group. She handed Draco and Enzo their drinks before sitting down with hers. Y/N carefully held the other drink in her hand out to Mattheo but settling back down on his lap. “I approve, Matt.” The Parkinson girl spoke looking between the newest couple of the group. “It’s good to have a new girl around.”

Y/N gave her a small smile as Mattheo smirked. He placed a soft kiss on the side of her head before taking a drink of the alcohol. Theodore's eyes burned through the couple as they engaged in conversation with Draco, Pansy, and Enzo. His head could not wrap around his best friend being with his ex-girlfriend, and her hanging out with his friends. She never wanted anything to do with his friends when they were together, and he did not see how Mattheo got her to hang out with them.

"What do you say?" Blaise broke Theo out of his thoughts as everyone was staring at the Nott boy and waiting for his reply. "You up for truth or dare?"

"Course." Theodore nodded as his arm settled around his new girlfriend.

Y/N leaned back against the arm rest of the couch again to get comfortable. She had heard stories of how deep their games get, and her anxiety was growing. She did not know what to expect or what she should watch out for. Enzo got up and got an empty alcohol bottle and placed it on the table in front of them. Pansy had volunteered to go first, so she gave the bottle a spin.

"Y/N," She smiled. "truth or dare?"

Y/N gave the girl a nervous smile before feeling Mattheo give her knee a squeeze. "dare." she spoke confidently with all the eyes on her.

"You're new here," Pansy started her sentence with a thoughtful look on her face. "I'll go easy... for now. I dare you to tell Mattheo the thing that annoys you the most about him."

Y/N shrugged and turned to look at the guy who's lap she was sat on. "Easy, the smoking." She spoke nonchalantly wrapping her arm around the back of his neck. "It's easy to ignore but that's it." Her hand instinctively playing with the hair on the back of his head.

Y/N leaned forward and twisted the bottle, and it stopped on Enzo. "Dare." The boy spoke up before the Nettleby girl could ask.

"Go ask that Ravenclaw girl out." Y/N dared Enzo knowing how he felt about his potions partner. Enzo gave the girl a look before standing up and going over to the group of girls that his crush was in. He talked to them and left smiling.

Enzo went to grab the bottle and give it a spin, when the last two of the friend group joined, sitting beside Mattheo and Y/N. Sean Nettleby and his girlfriend had decided to join their friends. After making sure that the newly added couple was playing, Enzo gave the bottle a spin and the game continued from there.

The game continued for many more rounds, until it was Veronica's, who Y/N had learned was Theo's new girlfriends name, turn. The girl had been snarky and rude towards the Nettlby girl all night, but everyone seemed to ignore it besides Mattheo, Sean, and Enzo. Veronica gave the bottle a good spin, the bottle unfortunately landing on Y/N when it stopped.

Y/N pressed her nerves down while she noticed the Slytherin's eyes darken and a smirk grow on her face. "Y/N, truth or dare." She asked in a sickly sweet tone.

Sean's eyes narrowed at the girl beside of him slightly, sensing that she was playing at a game. Mattheo's arms wrapped tighter around the girl in his lap, while Y/N's stomach churned thinking of her choices. "truth." she answered, with what she thought was a safer answer than dare.

"What's the real reason you and Theo broke up?" She asked with a smirk.

Y/N's raised her eyebrows in question before shrugging, "Theo broke up with me after he cheated on me with you." She muttered not showing any of her emotions.

Veronica's smirk grew, if that was even possible. "The real reason though? You're excluding the fact that you're a prude." She spoke noticing how Y/N's emotionless state dropped. "How I could fulfill his needs that you refused to give him."

"Roni-" Theo spoke causing the girl to turn her attention to her boyfriend.

"I'm done with this." Y/N muttered before standing up and hurriedly making her way through the crowd to get out of the Slytherin common room as fast as possible.

Enzo glanced around the group noticing Draco and Blaise sniggering about. Probably the fact that it was obvious that the innocent, good girl, Gryffindor, was just that. Also, the fact that her brother is her polar opposite. "Do you pride yourself on taking someone's boyfriend?" Enzo asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

Veronica shrugged, her same smirk on her face that she had worn for the last few moments. No one knew how to carry on the conversation, Enzo was angry, Mattheo had ran off, Sean was fixing to fight Theo for his choices, and Blaise, Draco, and Pansy needed to get over themselves.

Y/N was almost to the Gryffindor common room when she heard her name being called. Instead of turning around to face the voice, she kept walking hoping they would give up. She knew Mattheo though, he never stopped until he got what he wanted.

"Y/N!" He spoke again, this time within reach to grab her arm and stop her from walking. "Would you stop walking and let me speak with you."

Y/N stopped walking, the tears in her eyes almost falling as she turned around to look at the Riddle boy. "I do not want to talk to anyone right now, especially you." she whispered as the boy stepped closer.

"You didn't tell him?" Mattheo asked quietly, not wanting to startle the girl who was on the verge of breaking down.

Y/N shook her head as she tried to blink the tears of embarrassment away. "How do you tell your boyfriend that you felt comfortable enough to lose your virginity to your best friend, but you don't want to do that with him?" She asked carefully not knowing how he would take the information. "I played it off like I had never done anything before."

Mattheo searched the girl's face for something, anything, that would let him know how she felt. "You could have told him the truth."

Y/N shook her head, her anxiety becoming worse. "No one knows our past, Teo." She whispered bringing back his old nickname that he loved. "I thought you hated me after because you turned a cold shoulder, so I just played it off like nothing happened."

Mattheo shook his head, trying to go over every move he made after that. "I didn't hate you." he muttered.

"Could've fooled me." Y/N mumbled before turning around without another word and going to the Gryffindor common room, leaving a slightly hurt Mattheo behind.

Part four

Tag list: @yoichiislovie @justhavingsomefun1 @julesandro @prongsprincessworld @bruher @mattiesgirl @lafrone

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Own Me - Chapter Three

Tags: Dom!Mattheo, Gryffandor!Reader, Cursing, Blackmail, Anxiety!Reader, Dubious Consent

Word Count: 1,721 Words

Chapter Three: When Life Gives You Potions, You Shut Up

It’s been three days since breaking Draco’s nose and Mattheo hasn’t called you once. 

You sat next to him in potions, trying to make the Draught of Living Death potion but his gaze felt pointedly less focused on your handling of the assignment and more focused on you, as it had been all week. 

When Monday came and you were thrilled to not have to run around the castle the entire day looking for him for an odd errand or unnecessary chore, though he had given you a few more looks than usual. Then Tuesday came and it was the same, no warming sensation around your neck to kick your flight instincts into gear, just more quiet observation. His eyes following you in classes to the hallways, even during meal times.

His continuous silent inspection of you was torturing your insides with stress, worry tightening its hold on your muscles and getting worse as each day passed. He had promised to punish you after the head butt incident, and Mattheo Riddle was not one who made idle threats. 

His searching eyes were prickling your skin, making every cell in your body intimately aware of his mysterious leering. A small part of you, the part that would likely always exist, was nervous; Maybe knowing what was running through his head would ease the perpetual anxiety that you’d lived with. Another part of you was frustrated, the lion inside of you growling at the judgmental stare. For Godric’s sake, you even considered instigating an argument to get him to stop, for him to be something more familiar than the quiet observer he was being now. 

A final part of you, a part you’d been repressing since looking at his unfairly attractive face lying in your lap, liked him looking. 

You’d tried shaking that feeling out of your head, reminding yourself of all the reasons why the Slytherin bad boy should not be occupying space inside your head outside of anger and loathing. However, his dangerously beautiful and twice as haunting eyes were not helping, their endless darkness and secrets held within threatened to engulf you.

It also didn’t help that your mind seemed to keep replaying the faint moan you’d heard from him minutes before you’d cracked Draco’s nose with your forehead. Everything prior had felt like blur, your temper smudging the lines of your memory, but that moan echoed around in your brain for days. Even worse, it lit up something inside you like you’d never felt before, something primal and animalistic, something that wanted to hear it again.

Fuck, what is happening with me?

Lost in your thoughts, you realized you over-stirred the potion, the cauldron showing a bubbling maroon instead a pale lilac.

Frustrated that you’d have to restart the complicated potion process you slammed the potion book closed. 

“What the fuck is your problem, Riddle?” You quietly hissed. His eyes darkened at your tone, slanting to a glare.

“Pardon?” He questioned, his jaw tightened. 

“All week you’ve been just staring at me! What’s your fucking problem, huh? Do you know how distracting it is to do our work with you just judging every damn thing I do?” Instant regret fluttered through you, Mattheo cracked his scarred knuckles against the table, his face glowering at you.

“You know Kitten, you’ve got a real dirty fucking mouth,” his voice dropped to a low growl, sending a flurry of unease rippling within you. “And I’m going to fucking fix it for you.”

Before you could respond, your potion, forgotten in the argument with Riddle, had turned black and burst into globs of muck all over you and your table. You’d groaned in disgust, the black goop on your hair and sweater. 

“Ten points from Gryffindor,” Snape droned, suddenly appearing to your right, “Next time, I suggest paying more attention to your potion than your partner.” 

You scowled, biting your tongue so as not to incur the wrath of the Gryffindor-hating teacher. 

“Mr. Riddle, please escort your partner to Madam Pomfrey to ensure there are no reactions to the defective potion.” Snape billowed away, conveniently forgetting to reduct Slytherin points for your shared assignment. 

Mattheo grinned mischievously, his eyes predatorily leering at you. Not willing to suffer his smug satisfaction you stormed out of the class room, stomping angrily to the infirmary. 

You’d heard Mattheo’s purposeful steps behind you but refused to slow down. Unfortunately, you misjudged how long his strides were because it took him barely any time at all to catch up to you, grabbing a fistful of your cardigan and yanking you into a nearby closet. 

You yelped, being flung into the wall of the closet, “Where are ya’ going without your escort, little lion?” Your heart pounded in your chest, Mattheo’s large body enclosing yours against the wall, his face dangerously close.

You couldn’t say anything, words failing to rise up your throat as he loomed over you threateningly. His malice and sarcasm dripping from his tone, bathing you in unease.

“Oh?” He hummed, a wicked smile on his face, “Nothing to say now? No more cute little comments from that bad mouth of yours?”

You wanted to say something, to snap back at him or plead for mercy but you couldn’t. This was all too much, the confined space making you dizzy with the scent of Mattheo, a smell of pine, mint and smoke that was making you lightheaded. His body pressed you into the wall, feeling every hardened plane of his body mold against your soft curves. 

Every sense seemed to intensify as the seconds ticked by, you were far too flustered by everything to think straight. You turned your head away from his eyes, trying to compose yourself away from his burning gaze. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, the words feeling heavy and painful on your tongue. 

“Hm?” He hummed, fingers gripping your jaw to turn your face back to him. You could see his rich dark brown pupils blown wide, they briefly flicked down to your lips, returning to your own eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice came out much more pleading than you intended, the heated effects of your senses making you breathless. You licked your lips, mouth feeling suddenly far too dry, his eyes flickered to your lips again, mischief blooming across his face. 

“Oh no you aren’t,” Mattheo huffed, tilting your head up slightly, “But you will be.”

His lips captured yours in a hungry kiss, a mix of lightning and magma shooting through your veins as his soft lips enveloped your own. You’d gasped slightly in surprise and, like a true opportunist, he’d used the opening to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue against yours, the taste of mint and smoke both intoxicating and overwhelming. 

Your head became foggier under his devouring kiss, blanketing you as you surrendered to his greedy lips and tongue. You’d thought yourself dizzy by his presence before but now you’d felt him everywhere, his warm hands holding your neck as he pressed you further into the wall, his body completely surrounding you. 

You felt your knees buckle under you, your joints weakening; You fisted Mattheo’s shirt in your hands, willing yourself to stay upright and push him away with all the strength you could muster. 

Your lips separated, the two of you puffing and panting for air in the small closet. The atmosphere still thick with the carnal smog of the obscene lip-locking you’d just done. 

“No…” You whined, trying to gather your bearings, the task nearly impossible blood rushing anywhere besides your head and your entire body flush with a mix of shame and desire. 

You couldn’t push him far, your arms feeling more like limp noodles than skin and bone to push effectively. He was still towering above you, his plush lips parted slightly, through your haze you saw his tongue peak out and lick his lips, the sight making you whimper.

“No?” He purred, his deep voice slightly out of breath, “Kitten, I own you. I gotta discipline that dirty little mouth of yours.” 

He crushed his lips against yours again, this time more unrelenting than before. You tried to hold out, denying him entry to your mouth, but he gave you a hard bite on you lower lip and you’d cried out, once again allowing him an opening to force his tongue inside. 

Kissing Mattheo was consuming, his body radiating heat as he bore down on you, your own skin burning like a phoenix flame. The taste of him heady and dangerous, but easily addictive.

Your hands softly clutched the fabric of his shirt, once weakly pushing him, but you’d been forced to yield powerlessly to his strength and immovable body. A distant voice in your clouded mind urged you that this was so, so wrong, but your body was all to eager to accept the sweet torture his mouth was inflicting on you, a thrumming ache building in your stomach.

He embedded one of his hands in your hair, pulling your head back further to kiss you even deeper, simultaneously flicking his tongue against yours, you whimpered. The needy, pleading sound satisfying to him, and a low, throaty moan rose from his chest. The sound fueled a craving in you, something raw and feral urging you to submit to the ruthless onslaught of his lips. Small mewls escaped your mouth and he was too eager to swallow the sounds from you.

After what seemed to be an eternity he released you, this time giving you much needed space as you leaned against the wall for support. Your breaths were coming out as gasping stutters, your lungs starving for air. Mattheo seemed to be in a similar state, his breathing coming out in huffs. The only signs of what happened on him were his slightly ruffled shirt and flushed lips, but other than that he than that he looked normal. You distantly wondered what kind of mess you must of looked, your mind still feeling fucked out from the kisses. 

“That, was just for your filthy mouth, Kitten,” he breathed, his voice breathless and low, a tinge of sadistic warning peaking through, “I still owe you a punishment.”

With that, he winked and slipped out the door like nothing happened, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your sanity by yourself. 

Fuck me.

[thatfatbitxch]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could write a Snape x reader where they are secretly dating and they go on a date having a fire in the woods?

A Date by the Fire

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Note: This is such a cute request! I hope you like.

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You sat at the edge of Severus’s worn, dark green armchair, watching him intently. He, as usual, was at his desk, hunched over a stack of essays, his quill scratching away with meticulous precision.

You let out an exaggerated sigh. Nothing. Not even a glance.

Another sigh, this time louder.

Severus let out a slow exhale through his nose but didn’t look up.

You narrowed your eyes. “You do realize it’s been forever since we’ve anything romantic, right?”

That got his attention. He set his quill down, lacing his fingers together as he finally regarded you with his usual unreadable expression. “…What?”

“You heard me,” you said, folding your arms. “We never go on dates. We never do anything cute. No one in this entire castle would ever suspect that you and I are together because we don’t do anything.”

His brow furrowed. “We are together. Why does it matter what other people suspect?”

“That’s not the point,” you huffed. “I don’t need some grand public declaration, but would it kill you to do something romantic? Take me somewhere, surprise me, try something new?”

Severus exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “And what, precisely, would you consider romantic?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said, throwing your hands in the air. “A picnic, stargazing, something with candles—literally anything besides sitting in your chambers while you mark third-year essays.”

His dark eyes flicked to the parchment in front of him, and he sighed. “Very well,” he muttered. “I will… consider it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You say that, but will you actually do it?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose again, the closest thing to admitting defeat that he was willing to show. “I will come up with something,” he muttered.

You didn’t quite believe him, but at least you’d planted the seed.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Severus regretted his decision almost immediately.

He had no idea what people did on dates. His understanding of romance was entirely theoretical, and while he had no doubt that you would find something simple meaningful, he did not want to make a fool of himself in the process.

Which is what brought him to the absolutely idiotic decision to ask his students.

It had started as an offhanded thought, but when his seventh-year class lingered after a lesson, he found himself, against his better judgment, clearing his throat and speaking.

“Out of curiosity,” he said, tone as neutral as he could manage, “what would one consider a suitable location for… a date?”

Silence.

Dead silence.

Three students had been halfway to the door and froze. One girl dropped her quill. A Slytherin boy sitting in the front row blinked at him, eyes wide in shock.

No one spoke.

“…What?” said a Ravenclaw girl near the back.

Severus resisted the urge to sigh. “I believe my question was clear.”

“Are—are you serious?” stammered a Gryffindor boy.

“Do I appear to be joking?”

The students exchanged bewildered glances.

“Uh—” one of the students hesitated. “Are you… asking for yourself?”

Severus’ expression darkened. “That is irrelevant.”

A Gryffindor girl coughed into her fist. “Well… I suppose it depends on the person. Some people like going out to dinner, others like stargazing, or—”

“Going to Hogsmeade?” one student suggested weakly.

“Taking a walk somewhere romantic?” another added.

“Bonfires can be fun,” the Ravenclaw girl said quickly, as if trying to hurry the conversation along. “You know, somewhere private—just the two of you, maybe in the woods. Warm, cozy, good atmosphere…”

Severus gave her a sharp look. “A fire… in the woods?”

“Yeah,” she said, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. “Just a small one, of course. It’s quiet, intimate. No distractions.”

Severus considered this. A fire. In the woods. Simple, quiet, private. He could manage that.

The students, meanwhile, were still frozen in a mix of disbelief and fascination.

“Professor,” the Slytherin boy finally asked, “…Are you dating someone?”

“That,” Severus said curtly, gathering his papers, “is none of your concern.”

He swept out of the room before they could ask anything else, leaving them in stunned, confused silence.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Later that evening, you were once again in Severus’ chambers, flipping through a book on his couch while he stood near his desk, appearing deep in thought.

“You’ve been quiet,” you observed, raising an eyebrow. “Plotting something?”

He turned to you, his expression unreadable. “I have decided on something.”

“Oh?” You perked up, intrigued. “Do tell.”

“I will be taking you… on a date,” he said, the word foreign on his tongue. “Tomorrow evening.”

Your eyes widened slightly. You hadn’t actually expected him to act so quickly. “Really?”

He gave a small nod. “Yes. You asked for romance. I believe I have found an appropriate option.”

A slow smile spread across your face. “And what exactly are we doing?”

“You will find out soon enough,” he said smoothly. “Wear something warm.”

You studied him for a long moment, the smallest flicker of amusement in your eyes. “Severus, did you actually put effort into this?”

His lip twitched. “Do not test my patience.”

You grinned. “Alright, alright. I won’t push my luck. But I am looking forward to this.”

Severus merely hummed, watching you with a quiet, unreadable expression.

For once, he had done something right. And tomorrow, he would prove it.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

The woods beyond Hogwarts were quiet at night, save for the occasional hoot of an owl or the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. The air was crisp but not uncomfortably cold, and above, the sky stretched dark and endless, speckled with stars. It was the perfect setting—secluded, peaceful, and, most importantly, romantic.

And you knew damn well Severus had not come up with it on his own.

Still, you weren’t about to complain. The fact that he had taken any initiative was a miracle in itself. So, as you sat cross-legged on a soft plaid blanket, watching the firelight flicker against his sharp features, you couldn’t help but smile.

The fire crackled softly, its golden glow casting flickering shadows against the surrounding trees. The woods were quiet, save for the occasional whisper of wind through the branches. The air was crisp but pleasant, and for once, Severus didn’t seem entirely out of his element.

You sat cross-legged on a soft blanket, your hands stretched toward the warmth of the fire. Across from you, Severus was seated with his usual composed posture, his dark cloak wrapped around him, making him look even more like a shadow among the trees. His face was unreadable, but the fact that he had brought you out here at all was proof enough of his effort.

“This is nice,” you said, smiling as you glanced at him.

Severus gave a slow nod. “I suppose it is.”

“You suppose?” you teased, nudging his knee with yours. “Come on, admit it. This was a good idea.”

His lips twitched, but he did not dignify you with a response.

Instead, he watched with mild suspicion as you pulled a small paper bag from your satchel and began rummaging through it. His brow furrowed when you withdrew a package of graham crackers, a bar of chocolate, and a bag of marshmallows.

“…What is that?” he asked warily.

You grinned. “S’mores.”

Severus blinked, clearly unfamiliar with the term.

“It’s a Muggle thing,” you explained, already unwrapping the chocolate. “You roast the marshmallow, then sandwich it between chocolate and graham crackers. It’s sweet, sticky, and ridiculously messy, so you’ll probably hate it.”

Severus exhaled through his nose, watching as you skewered a marshmallow onto a thin stick. “And yet you fully intend to make me partake in this… experience.”

“Obviously.” You shot him a cheeky grin. “I went through the trouble of sneaking all of this out here. The least you can do is humor me.”

He gave you a long, exasperated look before reluctantly taking the stick you held out to him. “This is utterly ridiculous.”

“You say that now,” you mused, turning your marshmallow slowly over the flames. “But just wait until you taste it.”

Severus followed your lead, albeit with far more caution, holding his marshmallow at a calculated distance from the fire. He watched with sharp focus as the edges began to brown, turning a perfect golden hue.

Meanwhile, yours had already caught fire.

“Shit—!” You yelped, waving the stick wildly in an attempt to put out the flames.

Severus huffed out what might have been a laugh as he watched you frantically blow on your charred marshmallow. “Your technique is abysmal.”

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, carefully sliding the burnt marshmallow onto a piece of chocolate and sandwiching it between two graham crackers. “It still tastes good.”

He eyed the sticky, melted mess with mild skepticism. “Highly debatable.”

Rolling your eyes, you held out the assembled s’more. “Here. Try it.”

Severus hesitated but, after a moment, accepted it with the air of a man bracing for disaster. He took a small, careful bite, chewing slowly as if analyzing the flavors.

You watched expectantly. “…Well?”

He swallowed, dabbing a stray bit of chocolate from his lip with a handkerchief he had apparently produced from thin air.

“…It is tolerable.”

You gasped in mock offense. “Tolerable? That’s all?”

Severus lifted a single brow. “It is excessively sweet.”

“That’s the point,” you laughed. “It’s supposed to be indulgent and fun.”

He regarded the half-eaten s’more in his hand before sighing and taking another bite. “I fail to see the necessity of combining this many ingredients.”

“You mean flavor?” you teased.

He shot you a dry look. “You are insufferable.”

“And yet you love me,” you said sweetly, nudging him with your shoulder.

Severus said nothing, but the faintest smirk played at the corner of his lips as he took another bite of his s’more.

The fire crackled, the stars above shimmered, and in that quiet, intimate moment, you knew—despite all his grumbling—that Severus had, in his own way, enjoyed this ridiculous little date.

And that was more than enough.

The fire had burned down to glowing embers, the warmth still lingering in the crisp night air. You sighed contentedly, stretching your legs out as you leaned back on your hands, stealing a glance at Severus. He was watching the fire, his sharp features softened by the dim glow.

“This was nice,” you murmured.

He hummed in agreement. “Surprisingly tolerable.”

You grinned. “I knew you’d like it.”

He turned to you, arching a brow. “I would not go that far.”

“Yet you ate two s’mores,” you teased.

Severus huffed, shaking his head as he stood, brushing off his robes. “Come. We should return before—”

A noise.

A rustling in the trees.

You both froze.

Severus’ hand instinctively moved toward his wand, his entire posture going rigid as he turned sharply toward the sound. You held your breath, heart pounding, as voices—student voices—drifted through the trees.

You barely had time to react before the figures emerged into the clearing.

Three students—seventh years—stopped dead in their tracks, eyes wide with shock.

“Professor Snape?” one of them blurted out, as if they couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing.

Severus’ expression remained carefully blank, but you could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.

“Mr. Whitmore,” he said smoothly, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. “Miss Patel. Mr. Wright.”

The students exchanged uncertain glances. Their eyes flickered between the dying fire, the half-eaten s’mores on a napkin, and, of course, you.

You kept your face neutral, resisting the urge to shift closer to Severus. They didn’t know anything. Not yet.

“…Are you camping?” Patel asked hesitantly.

You had to bite back a laugh. Camping. Yes, that was exactly what the ever-dignified Severus Snape did in his free time.

Severus, to his credit, remained composed. “No,” he said flatly. “I was merely ensuring that no students were out breaking curfew.”

Patel’s brow furrowed. “We’re not breaking curfew—”

“You are wandering the grounds past hours,” Severus cut in smoothly, his voice laced with the kind of authority that made students shrink in their robes. “Which is suspicious at best.”

Wright’s eyes flickered toward you again. “And… Professor Y/L/N?”

You opened your mouth, grasping for an excuse, when Severus—of all people—saved you.

“Professor Y/L/N had similar concerns,” he said crisply. “Given the recent rule-breaking around the castle, it was wise to have more than one set of eyes ensuring student safety. However—” He narrowed his eyes. “I would ask why you are here, loitering in the woods at this hour.”

The students hesitated.

“…We were just taking a walk,” Whitmore mumbled.

Severus let out a slow, unimpressed breath. “A walk.”

Patel quickly nodded. “Yes, sir. Nothing more.”

He stared them down for a long, agonizing moment before flicking his wand toward the fire, extinguishing the embers instantly. The students flinched.

“Then I suggest you walk yourselves back to the castle,” he said icily. “Before I begin assigning detentions.”

That did it. The three scrambled back into the trees, muttering hasty goodnights before disappearing into the darkness.

You waited until their footsteps faded before exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Well,” you murmured, glancing at Severus. “That was close.”

He turned to you, his expression unreadable. “Too close.”

You bit your lip, considering. “I don’t think they suspect anything.”

His jaw tightened. “For their sake, I hope not.”

You rolled your eyes, barely suppressing a laugh.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

As you both made your way back toward the castle, the night air crisp and quiet around you, one question lingered in your mind, itching to be asked. You glanced up at Severus, watching his usually unruffled composure.

“So, Severus…” you started casually, keeping your tone light. “How exactly did you come up with the idea for a fire in the woods? Was that your idea, or…?”

Severus glanced at you, his expression unreadable. For a brief moment, he didn’t answer, the muscles in his jaw tightening as though debating how much to reveal.

Finally, he sighed, his voice barely above a murmur. “It was a suggestion.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A suggestion? From who?”

He hesitated just long enough to make you realize this was something he didn’t want to share. “Students,” he muttered, almost sounding embarrassed.

Your lips curled into an amused smile. “You asked your students for date ideas?”

Severus shot you a look that was equal parts irritation and disbelief. “I was gathering suggestions, not… asking for them.”

You laughed, the sound light and teasing as you bumped your shoulder against his. “That’s adorable. I can just picture it—‘Hey, any ideas for an intimate date for me and my secret girlfriend?’”

Severus made a disgruntled noise but didn’t bother to respond, clearly wishing he could sink into the floor.

You grinned. “Well, whatever it was, it worked. I’m glad you listened to your students’ advice.”

He gave a tight-lipped smile but didn’t argue. “Let’s just get back to the castle, Y/N.”

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

The rest of the walk back to the castle was unusually silent. You glanced at Severus every so often, noting the stiff way he carried himself, you knew exactly why he was upset.

You rolled your eyes. “Severus, we’re fine. No one saw anything. No one knows anything.”

He said nothing, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

You huffed, brushing some hair from your face. “Look, I get it. You’re careful. You’re private. You think no one can know. But I don’t really care

That got his attention. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to you with a look so sharp it almost made you step back. “You don’t care?”

You shrugged, completely unbothered. “Not really. If people find out, they find out. Let them.”

His eyes narrowed like you had just suggested something absolutely ridiculous. “You don’t care about the consequences?”

You crossed your arms, biting back a smirk. “Severus, what’s the worst that could happen? People find out we’re together? Oh no, whatever shall we do?” You gasped dramatically.

He did not look amused. “It is not a joke, Y/N.”

“To you it’s not. To me, it’s hilarious that you think we’re some sort of forbidden romance.”

“We are a forbidden romance,” he muttered.

You snorted. “Oh, please. It’s not like you’re my professor or I’m some reckless student sneaking around behind the clock tower.”

Severus exhaled through his nose, clearly resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “You are infuriating.”

“I know,” you said cheerfully.

He resumed walking, and you easily caught up, slipping your arm through his despite his continued grumbling.

“For the record,” you added, tilting your head at him, “I don’t plan on shouting it from the rooftops. But I’m also not going to act like I don’t know you when we’re around other people. If someone figures it out, I’m not going to hide under a desk.”

Severus made a noise of clear disapproval. “You should hide under a desk. You should deny everything.”

You laughed, tightening your hold on his arm. “You’re the one who asked your students for date ideas, Severus. Pretty sure you blew your own cover there.”

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. “I knew I should have gone with the library.”

You gasped. “Wait, that was an option? You had a list?”

“Go inside,” he muttered, ushering you toward the entrance of the castle.

You cackled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before darting away into the corridor. “I knew it!”

Severus sighed heavily, rubbing his temple as he followed you inside. Perhaps, he thought, dating you was going to be more trouble than it was worth.

But as you turned back to flash him a mischievous grin, something warm stirred in his chest.

Trouble, maybe. But trouble worth having.

[vinylfoxbooks]

February 15 - Barty Crouch Jr. | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 1,096 Final Part of Healer Apprentice James Part 1 | Part 2

James knows that they’re getting weird looks. People understand Sirius being here, he’s Regulus’ brother after all and their relationship has been greatly improving since they both agreed to come stay with James instead of their parents. However, James and Regulus are much more under wraps, so there’s many looks being sent their way -- understandably, the ‘Golden Boy’ of Gryffindor wearing a Slytherin tie and standing on the Slytherin side of the bleachers right next to Sirius, Pandora, Marlene, and Evan cheering on their friends and partners. 

It’s also how James is one of the first people to make it down to the field the second that Regulus goes down, their friends right after them. It’s how James is the first person not on a broom to make it to his fallen body, especially since Poppy is still up in the infirmary. 

Barty, who touched down next to Regulus just moments before James got to him, pushes their captain away and puts up a fight against him -- he’s understandably, trying to get James away from his seeker, but neither Barty nor James care. The others take to making a space around them to get the rest of the teams and anyone else that may have rushed forward away. 

James just focuses on keeping him stable, on checking over him, making sure his pulse is still there and his breathing is even before starting on the more in depth searches, pulling out their wand and doing scanning spells. They barely register when McGonagall and Slughorn get to them and are let in by their friends. 

McGonagall hunches down on the ground next to the two, putting her hand on James’ shoulder, “Talk to me, what’s going on with him.” 

James mindlessly prattles off what they’ve discovered so far to her, doing another spell to keep him stable in case Regulus’ body decides to give out. They barely register the terms falling from their lips, but they know that the woman is keeping up with it -- you can’t be married to the very person that taught James all of these terms for so long and not know how to keep up with it. 

McGonagall nods, “Alright, you, Mister Crouch, and Mister Black take him up to the medical wing. Your friends can go with you, I’ll deal with everything here. You’re dismissed, James.” James nods, thanks the woman, and calls for Barty and Sirius. The two come rushing over and help James pick their boyfriend up. The three of them make their way to the infirmary, Dorcas, Pandora, and Evan making a blockade around the three. James hands Regulus off to Barty while they go to prep a bed and Sirius goes to grab Poppy -- this looks like more than James is going to be able to do, let alone by themself. 

The woman comes rushing in, telling everyone but James to leave and give them space. Reluctantly, the group does so -- James thinks they hear something about Sirius going to get Remus and be back -- while the healer and her apprentice get to work on doing what they can to help Regulus. 

“It’s a good thing you’re a fan of quidditch.” Poppy says once they’re sure that Regulus is stable. James sits on the bed next to his head, watching his face, “I don’t tend to like those games and having you down there to jump in and do what you did today will be a great help and worry off my back.” She laughs gently, her crow’s feet wrinkling at the motion, “Perhaps I should take on apprentices more often.” 

James smiles at her, the dread they had been feeling slowly ebbing from their chest now that they’re sure he’s stable and they know what they can do to check on him at any point, “I’m sure it would be nice.” 

Poppy stands up and puts a hand on their shoulder like she tends to do, “He’ll be okay. Have faith in your capabilities.” And with that, she walks out of the area, going to do something else. Their friends fill into the small area soon after that, bombarding James with questions about how Regulus is doing. They reassure the group, saying that he’s stable and going to be asleep for a while but they’re monitoring him. They’re informed that Remus and Pandora -- the most rational of the group currently -- went to go see the aftermath of the attack, because they all know that this wasn’t an accident, but will be back soon. 

Sirius is the last person to leave after a while, though he seems about starving, so James tells him to go ahead, perhaps even bring up some food for his friend and brother and reassuring him that they’ll be there when Regulus wakes up, no matter their duties with the other patients in the infirmary. Sirius nods reluctantly, whispering, “I’m glad he has you to take care of him.” And walking away. 

Regulus wakes up not long after that, just as James is finishing up with their rounds and has sat back down on the bed, “Sorry, did I wake you?” They reach out to run their hands through his hair, hopefully helping him come back to reality, “How are you feeling?” 

“Like shit.” Regulus grumbles quietly, moving to sit up. 

James stops him, “I’m sorry, love, but you can’t sit up right now.” They laugh gently at his groan, “I know, I know, but it’s just going to make the injury worse. I can get you another pain draught if you want.” Regulus nods and they stand to grab one that he’s allowed to take right now, handing it off to him. He drinks it gratefully, asking about what happened. James fills him in, running their hands through his hair and along his face. 

“Thank you, Jamie.” Regulus hums, his eyes growing lidded again. James smiles at him and is going to tell him to get more rest, but then Sirius is coming in with some food for them, Barty and Evan in tow, and James is moving to help him sit up in a way that isn’t going to disturb his healing and running another screening spell to assure their friends that he’s doing fine. 

James, unfortunately has to leave him to sleep in their own dorm, but they promise to him that they’ll check on him bright and early, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, “I’m glad you’re okay.” 

“I’m glad I have you to take care of me.” 

They smile at him gently, “Always and forever.”

[mattyriddlegf]

Starry Sky (1)

Hi everyone! I am so excited to be back and bring you a new story <3 I have worked on this one throughout the entire school year and it means so much to me!

Enjoy! comment on any chapter to be added to the taglist!

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You sit on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, watching the fire crackle as your friends talk in a conversation around you.

“Bloody hell she’s not even listening” Ron waves his hand in front of your face, bringing you back to reality.

“I’m sorry, what?” you turn your attention to the group. Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ginny was off with Luna, helping her with God knows what.

“I was saying you and I have most of our classes together this year” Hermione speaks up, sitting on the floor just beside you.

“Oh yeah, I’m excited” you smile, “I hope we can pair up together”

“Well since Ron and Harry aren’t in potions with us, maybe we’ll be able to” She picks up her book and hands it to you, “oh and I picked this up in the library earlier for you”

You take the book out of her grasp and look at it, “you’ve already been to the library? We just got here last night” you giggle. Hermione was the smartest person you knew and she absolutely loved reading. She also loved the fact that you also loved to read...maybe not as much as her but close enough. You often tried to read the same book at the same time so you can discuss it and leave notes in the margins for each other.

She was your absolute best friend, her and Ginny both, really.  You and Hermione have known each other since year one at Hogwarts and the Weasley’s were like your second family so you three had bonded really quickly and have been close ever since.

“What else would I have done?” she questions, shrugging, “I had to get an early start”

“Well, thank you” you smile, “are we all ready for our last year at Hogwarts?”

“You know i think I’ll actually miss this place a little bit” Ron says before he snickers, “I can’t believe I just said that”

“Awe you’re gonna miss me Ronald” you fake pout and shake his shoulders, “I’m gonna spend everyday with you this year” you tease.

“Yeah well maybe you’ll finally find a boyfriend so you don’t have to” he laughs. The room goes quiet for a second. 

You had never really dated anyone while at Hogwarts. The death of your dad in your fourth year threw you for a loop and you just didn’t see the point of dating. It was a lot of effort and you wanted to save your firsts for someone that mattered. Someone that you really loved.

Ginny walks in, interrupting the conversation, “what are we talking about?”

“Romance I reckon” Harry says before he stands up, taking Ginny’s hand, “ready?”

“Sure” she smiled before they went off towards Harry’s dorm. They were watching a movie tonight.

“So Ron and I are going to make a trip to Hagrids, wanna join?” Hermione asks as they both stand up.

“Oh, no.” you smile lightly, “thanks though”

“Yeah” she responds. Ron ruffles your hair before they also leave, leaving you sitting in front of the crackling fire alone.

The silence of being alone was already gnawing at you. Your first full day at Hogwarts this year and you were already by yourself, thoughts going every which way.

You sit there staring at the fire for a bit before deciding to go for a walk through the castle and head to the astronomy tower.

Astronomy was your favorite thing in the whole world, it was the one thing you and your dad shared before he died and it always was calming yet exciting to you.

You make your way to the top of the tower and stop in your tracks when you see someone already standing there.

He must’ve heard your footsteps because he turns to see you standing there. It’s Mattheo Riddle. The dark lord’s son.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone would be up here” you apologize, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

“It’s fine” he says emotionless before turning back around facing out towards the sky.

You walk up slowly next to him, leaning on the rail awkwardly.

You look to the side, glancing at him. He’s smoking a cigarette, just staring out at the black lake.

“Do you want one? You’re staring” he speaks up, startling you.

“No, sorry” you look away.

He turns to his side, looking at you, “you notice how you keep apologizing?”

“Sorry, I don’t-” you stop, realizing you apologized again, “I wasn’t expecting to see you up here”

“You’re one of Potter’s friends, aren’t you?” he asks, tilting his head while waiting for your answer.

“Why does it matter?” you ask. You loved Harry but he did receive all the attention, all the time. 

“It doesn’t” he shakes his head as he purses his lips, “not to me anyway”

You didn’t know how to respond so you don’t. You stand there, next to Mattheo Riddle, watching the starry sky above you.

“I’ll see you around Gryffindor” he says as he finishes his cigarette before throwing it down and twisting it under his shoe.

Without another word, he walks back down the stairs. Just a few minutes later, you decide to walk back to your dorm to go to bed now that it was late. As you walk through the castle, the faint smell of mahogany and cigarettes lingers on your nose. The distinct smell of Mattheo Riddle.

Before tonight, you hadn’t spoken two words to him. He was a complete mystery to you…you knew nothing about him other than who his parents are.

When you get back to your dorm, Ginny isn’t back but Hermione is, reading in bed.

“Where were you?” she asks, her attention turning to you.

“Uh I went on a walk” you say as you take your shoes off and go into the bathroom to wash your face and get ready for bed.

“Why do you smell like cigarettes?” she pries, following you into the bathroom.

“Mattheo was there” you shrug nonchalantly.

“As in Riddle? You know who’s son?” she gasps.

You turn to her, “Hermione he literally was just smoking and then left. We barely even talked” you explain yourself.

“I don’t like you talking to him.” she shakes her head, “he’s bad news, him and his friends. You know this.”

“Yeah I know…” you trail off, “it won’t happen again…happy?”

She looks at you for a second contemplating before nodding. You smile lightly and walk past her before getting into bed and turning off your bedside lamp.

You did mean it, what was the chance that you would ever talk to Mattheo again? Whatever it was, it was very slim. 

“Goodnight” you say, pulling up your blankets.

“Goodnight” Hermione responds. She reads until Ginny gets back and then goes to bed, ready for classes the next day.

When you wake up, Hermione is already awake and fixing her tie before putting her sweater over the top.

You get ready quickly before heading down to your first class, potions. Snape has never cared much for you or your group so you were hoping that you and Hermione could pair up together and do really well. Maybe he would finally be impressed, or even just satisfied.

You sit at a table next to Hermione, talking quietly until Professor Snape enters the room. The class goes completely silent as soon as he walks in.

“I will be pairing you up with an assigned partner for your last year at Hogwarts. I expect everyone to get along and do your work efficiently” Snape says as he stands at the front of the classroom at a small podium.

He begins listing off names, assigning everyone a partner from a different house.

“Hermione Granger with Padma Patil” you exchange glances with Hermione. Padma is sweet but now you’re left with a partner other than Hermione for the entire school year.

You snap back to reality when you hear your name be called, “...with Mattheo Riddle.”

No. Oh God no. Not the dark lord’s son. This can’t be happening.

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[karmavongrim]

Black Amortentia fanfic idea (name pending)

I read a fanfic once where adult Danny and Severus are good friends and realized how they could bizarrely work as a couple! Not to mention I’m a slut for crackships. So I decided to take a shot and try to write some aged-up Danny Phantom/Fenton x Severus Snape.

And since this ship doesn’t seem to have a name yet I came up with couple → Death Draught, Ecto Ingredient, Ecto Potion… Death Potion? Deathly Teacher?? Contaminated Teacher?... Black Amortentia????? maybe that one is too dark.

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Harry was tried in near catatonic state to shove some good ol’ English breakfast down his throat after waking up from three hour sleep, lacking due to cramming much of his schoolwork till last minute when it happened. Through the open double door entry sprinted two identical red heads with manic glee towards their unsuspecting housemates at the gryffindor table, many whom have yet to still fully awaken.

Harry tried his best to understand with his sleep addled brain what was happening as the two menaces sat either side of him. One of them, he’s too tired to care which one, showed a piece a parchment.

“Our dear Harrinski, you will never believe what we’ve wound,” says Weasley to his left.

“It’s positively scandalous,” whispers Weasley número dos to his right.

Harry blinked one lethargic eye, then another.

“Wha’ you talkin’ ‘bou’?”

“We’ll Fred and I managed to slip into dear ol’ Snape’s chamber-”, left Weasl- George begins to explain, and those words alone are enough to snap Harry fully back to the waking world. He looks at the twins in mounting horror and maybe a bit of awe.

“You did what?”

Fred dares to roll his eyes at him, “We broke into Snape’s room, keep up will you.”

“So, we got in and started looking around when lo and behold, we find letters. And not just any letters”, George continued, ignoring the wide eyed look he received at their blatant admittance. Then as one they say, “They are love letters!”

Harry has to really put all of his processing power into that last sentence, because there is no way he heard that correct.

“Love… letters?” he mutters in disbelieve, because what? Letter of affection, to the most surliest person he has ever know besides his uncle Vernon.

Or rather he used to be from from what he has heard: Snape used to be so much worse until just couple of years ago before he himself stated to go school here, that’s when he apparently started to mellow out quite some. Still a hard-ass though.

Fred and George nod in unison and show him the parchment; it’s unique looking and definitely expensive, green in colour and almost fluorescent in quality- blimey, is that glittery lipstick on the paper!? He ignores it for his sanity’s sake and reads;

Mine own dearest Prince,

I desire this lett’r finds thee well; t’hast been far too longeth since we has’t lastheth seen, and mine own heart aches to beest by thy side once m’re. I regreteth not visiting anon’r but duties cometh first. F’r many a moon I has’t hath slav’d hence to meeteth thee again, to gazeth into thy dark ‘rbs, and to heareth the timbre of thy voice. And finally I has’t hath found myself free with timeth to spareth and thus has’t hath decided to cometh to thee in p’rson, at long last. Just waiteth f’r me belov’d.

At each moment yours always, DP

Harry can only stare, mystified by what was written. Who writes like this nowadays? Who the bloody hell is this DP? Dearest Prince? Timbre of thy voice? Eww, he so did not need to know about his professor’s love life in any capacity; certainly not Snape’s of all people. What did this ‘DP’ see in the gloomy potion professor anyway?

Harry is brought back from his thoughts when Fred whispers too close to his ear, “You see! Definitely a love letter. Who knew you local dungeon bat had it in him.”

George leans in too, “It begs the question: who is this mysterious DP? From the lipstick stain you’d think them to be a woman-”

“But that would be too narrow minded my dear brother. We don’t really know which broom he flies with, he’s always been secretive when it comes to his privet matters”, Fred continues.

“Honestly, I didn’t think ol’ Snape had any privet life. I thought potions were his entire life”, George says.

As the two continue on with their theories, Harry ignores them and chooses to focus on his forgotten breakfast instead. But no matter how much he tried he couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting back to the parchment. He might be too curious for his own good but he can’t help it; he’s always been kept in the dark about things so he has learned to find answers by himself. No, he shakes his head, this isn’t any of his business and he’d rather not get in more on Snape’s bad side by intruding like this.

After taking couple of bites he notices that it has gotten quiet, too quiet. He looks up at the twins and sees them frozen and pale, looking behind them as if death itself has come for them. He slowly turns too and… oh bollocks.

The infamous dark potions master stands there in his looming glory, glaring down at them red faced. Oh if looks could kill. And when he finally speaks you could here the hot red rage in every word of his.

“Mister Potter and the Weasley menaces. What. Do. You. Have. There.”

The three of them looked at each other for a workable answer, but came up with nothing.

“Detention for rest of the term, for breaking and entering into teacher’s quarters and theft. Starting today.” Snape growls and marches forward. He snatches away the letter before briskly walking out of the dining hall.

As the man leaves Harry to glare at the twins for dragging him into their mess, he discreetly smooths over the letter to make sure it didn’t have any wrinkles and pockets it close to his heart. He’ll make sure to hide all his other letters and mementos somewhere safer.

[juniperpyre]

Please could you help explain why and how you feel Lily and James got together initially, then stayed together? I couldn't decide what she'd see in him enough to date or to marry. My hope is to give them thoughtful validation as a couple.

good question!

so one, there's a lot of space for us to fill this in. canonically, all we see of james and lily together is SWM and then photos of them. we know they were head boy and girl and we know they joined the order.

in SWM we see they both have a bit of a mean streak (lily's insults aren't morally wrong but like, unnecessary.) and can be quite cold when angry. until something Really pisses them off.

we could also think they have some similar humor, since lily almost smiles at sev getting robes'd. moreover, lily focuses on james rather than sirius, or talking to severus. she uses really poor de-escalation techniques lmao. to me, that demonstrates an attraction on her side. a pull

that's my general view of what is directly stated or heavily implied in canon.

i think people go too logical when explaining lily's desire for james. like every step or the journey needs to make sense and be morally correct. maybe she just wanted him. maybe his intelligence and humor and loyalty to his friends was attractive, and they had chemistry, and she just wanted him.

details under the cut

so she denies this for a while, bc of sev, and then bc of her pride, but it's there, and bc of their natural connection, they're drawn together frequently. esp in the 6th year, when lily stops hanging out with sev.

like haven't you ever just wanted someone bad? unexplainable. but it's there and it's strong. haven't you ever fucked someone and it was so good that you were like, dizzy for three days after? like i imagine jily had that level of chemistry. and lily, who would feel so alone and isolated, unsafe, and abandoned now has this attractive, demonstrably loyal, protective, and magically gifted, athletic, funny man who wants to be with her, and give her everything he believes a man should give a woman he's with. which, since james is an Honorable, Chivalrous Gryffindor, means protecting her, doting on her, worshipping at her feet basically, while also being confident and a leader and not a pushover.

yes, he can be cruel, but she sees the cruelty directed at people who've hurt her and her friends. yes, he's pigheaded, but he is smarter and more talented than most of their classmates. and he always takes her mind and abilities seriously. he's never cruel to her, and, as he grows older (6th year) i think he stops being cruel to people weaker than him. i think once james became a teenager he def was not cruel to girls, and that he wouldn't go after students more than a year or two younger than him. he has a code of honor.

i imagine he took being head boy seriously, bc it gave him the power to make hogwarts somewhat safer for vulnerable students, which he thought was important.

i think lily knew by the end of their sixth year that she would be safe with him, on top of the attraction and compatibility they already had. what more could someone ask for?

the summer after 5th year i imagine james spend a lot of time talking to his dad about the bad things that happened that year, james' own guilt he'd been pushing down, and how he wanted to be a man like his father but was worried, and now, for the first time admits that he might not be good enough.

so i think james just works on himself. severus never worked on becoming a better person and owned up to his mistakes (while lily lived). most people don't, really. i think that summer was a low point for lily, and i think in her 6th year she continued to lash out at and test her friends.

she did lash out at james, and james reacted with guilt and shame for what he'd done. it shocked lily. i think james was really patient with her. he was used to sirius, who i'm sure what behaving worse due to he trauma that caused him to leave his house and leaving his whole family behind in general. sirius had space to heal w james and his parents, and james understood that people need love and safety to heal.

so he tried to give lily that! as a friend! as a part of his own growth!

and they learned about each other through the process. james learned some harsh truths of being muggleborn. lily got a reframing of sev vs marauders. and eventually they were both a safe place for each other. i see them as a slowly, then all at once kind of couple. they really fell in love before they dated, because after they became friends and started to form a close, deep bond, the love came. little touches, always being oriented towards the other, remembering schedules, laughing at their bad jokes. and then they spend the summer of 77 together, mostly.

on james' side, i think seeing a beautiful, vivacious, talented girl and slowly working to charm her is like, his mo. he likes a challenge. they both like to argue. and as they get to know each other and he sees. the complexity of loving lily he adores her even more. figuring out little things to make her life better becomes a challenge, and she likes to withhold and be difficult, for the fun of it, and sometimes out of fear. james likes both parts. bc he loves to win and he loves to be the space person for her.

i think lily also offers this blend of compassion, kindness, and honesty that appeals to james. his parents are too soft and sirius doesn't care to have in-depth complex convos about feelings, at least not often. lily enjoys helping him work through the feelings, and being an emotional rock for him. i think he offers something similar, but more like a resting place. i think seeing this side of james also makes lily fall deep in love w him.

so yea that's it :)

[nyxthedeity]

𝓐 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 maybe?

Synopsis: A certain Ravenclaw have been studying like there's not a week left for the assurance of a good result for the upcoming O.W.L.s. After the big wave had hit, she never craved a reward for her hard work than ever! Though it seems like the Golden Boy of the campus already got that covered.

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Ravenclaw!femreader

Up early at morning, late sleeping at night.

It has been like that for a certain Ravenclaw ever since the announcement of the nearing O.W.L.s examination. Which was like, a month ago. Talk about stereotypical Ravenclaw.

Scribbles here, scribbles there. It's all you're gonna hear if you're sat with Y/n, an obviously thriving but also burnt out student from the infamous wise house. It's really just the norm now, nobody even bats an eye when she talks to herself.

In the very same cycle of her day, one decided to break that peace. Her best friend, Hazel, slams her bag right next to her papers, putting her hands on her hips like a mother who just caught her child coloring the wall. It's almost the same thing, anyway. "You're covering half of the table with your notes." Hazel says with raised eyebrows. Y/n didn't even bothered and simply let out a hum. Hazel took a seat out of the empty chair beside her. It was technically empty since it was only Y/n's bag there, she simply pushed it out of the way. "You're ridiculous." She tries again, this time, only getting glanced at. "You're seriously going to ignore me?" Hazel nagged.

Y/n sighed, dropping her quill, leaning back and crossed her arms. She flashed her an unimpressed look, her eyes saying 'You happy you interrupted my way to success?' Hazel cracked into a smug smile, leaning her face on her arm on the table, "I knew you can't resist." Y/n only rolled her eyes at Hazel's wiggling eyebrows.

"I heard Fred is throwing a party in the Gryffindor Tower, what do you say we go?" Hazel poked at her side. She only got a groan and a very boring answer, "I don't like parties. Plus, we've only got three days left before the examinations." Y/n rolled up her sleeves to start writing again, Hazel grabbed her wrist with eyes that's pleading, "And that's why we should go! We need to loosen up!"

But the Ravenclaw remained firm, pulling her wrist away from the hands of temptation, "Where do you need to get loosen up? I haven't saw you even touch a book." That made the Hufflepuff girl pause. It's not her fault that she doesn't really care, plus, she's relying on her stock knowledge.

Hazel, with no more excuses to make, only groaned, picked up her bag and went away. Seems like she's going to that party without her.

---

Only the sound of the ticking clock is heard in the room with rows of students at the of the exams. That sound is so not very helping for those who were stuck in a question. But not Y/n, oh no. One cannot imagine the relief and the pride she felt when she was sliding past through questions like she was flying on a firebolt. All those days of relentless take of knowledge was definitely worth it.

While she was in her own little world, smiling faintly as she was feeling immense happiness from all the result of her hardships, a certain boy was too busy drowning himself in that same smile, instead of actually answering the test.

Who could've knew that the Golden boy himself will fall in deep love for a girl who doesn't look his way? Maybe if he became a book she needed for a subject, maybe she finally will.

They met when they were in third year, no other compartment was vacant, and Cedric had the fortune to sit in a quite empty compartment. Well, empty because it only has one girl in it, but full because of all the books around.

"Uh... Can I sit here?" Cedric shyly asks. Y/n looked up from her book, she only started a few minutes ago, but she's already half-way. The girl smiled and nodded, moving away the books to make a spot. "Sorry, I read a lot." Y/n sheepishly tried to organized the books, but Cedric is quick to reassure him with that signature warm smile, "It's okay. I kind of like reading too."

Y/n never felt so comfortable reading so much in someone's presence. She didn't get weirded-out looks, and instead, she saw him pick up a book and also started reading. She smiled through reading her book since then, even when the book is about how Merpeople actually drown wizards to death.

But in Cedric's eyes, he had never saw someone more pretty than her. He doesn't even know that a girl simply reading a book is attractive, thanks to her, he now knows. It terrified him, at such a young age, he wouldn't know that he was actually in love, instead, he kind of thinks he might be getting a stroke. Pounding heart? Hands getting sweaty? Can't stay still? Eyes lingering on her eyes and the way her lips softly mumble out the words? Younger Cedric swore he's getting a disease.

Though Cedric hardly believes she remember that anymore. Or at least not as much as he do.

The time passed by much faster than they thought and the students is already pouring out of the room, some was already looking somber, some was definitely ranting about how rubbish that exam was. Y/n was none of them. She was basically floating as she walks.

Cedric saw her good mood as a possible opportunity to maybe rebuild the friendship they made in their third year. He was about to call her, when a hyper Hufflepuff came out of nowhere and dragged Y/n away with obvious giggles and excitement as the first day of O.W.L.s is over.

And there he stood.

With a sigh, he silently wish for a clear opportunity to give his shot a go.

Here's the part 1 of my first ever fanfic! Unfortunately, I had to turn it into two parts because of the text-character limit.

I hope you guys enjoy this as much I did writing it, I never thought writing to be so relaxing! I hope I satisfied your expectations!

Feel free in requesting similar ideas to this, sweetings!

Your dearest Author,

NyxTheDeity

[axel-ambassador]

Você poderia escrever um trecho sobre a demissão de Adam? Com ​​Sera e os outros professores dizendo que seus ensinamentos, juntamente com seu preconceito em relação à Grifinória e aos "sangues-ruins", resultaram em um aluno (Lute) atacando Vaggie com um feitiço muito ofensivo que deveria ser usado para autodefesa e pipi popó. (?)

Ok I don't speak Portuguese so I'm gonna try my best to understand

The hospital wing was somber and quiet as the day's events weighed heavily on every adult. All the teachers and Raphael were gathered to discuss the unprecedented event.

Two students were comatose, one from a head injury, and the other from needing an amputation. A third sat between them, still recovering from shock. She hadn't said a word since she entered, even after Raphael patched the small cut on her forehead and magically cleaned the blood on her clothes and hands.

Vaggie was motionless, gripping the chair beneath her tightly as her mind drifted elsewhere. Her ears buzzed with static as her limbs shook on their own fruition. Tear tracks stained her face as she blankly stared into the distance, not in the present moment.

Carmilla spared another look at her daughter before turning back to the others. "How did this happen?"

"Adam," Sera rubbed her temple as she addressed the only viable witness. "This happened during your class, correct?" The man in question cleared his throat and nodded. "What exactly happened?"

Adam cleared his throat again. He was in such deep shit if he couldn't find a way out of this. He glanced over at the three motionless students. They couldn't testify. He could get away with it.

"Shall I perchance brew some veritaserum, Headmistress?" Alastor offered with a wide smile.

"No, no! I can speak for myself, dickwad!" Adam defended. "...I was uh, taking them down to the dungeons to practice duelling, yeah. And-"

The doors to the hospital wing burst open, and in came a gaggle of Gryffindors, a Hufflepuff, and two Ravenclaws.

"Penny!"

"Vaggie!"

"Lute!"

"You kids can't be here!" Raphael tried to usher them out, but they all easily pushed past him. He groaned, and Rosie put a hand on his shoulder with a chuckle.

Angel Dust, Niffty, Husker, and Cherri wasted no time rushing to Pentious's bedside. Charlie spared him a glance before wrapping her silent partner in a tight hug. Vaggie blinked for what felt like the first time in hours. Emily put a hand to her mouth upon seeing the damage, and hesitantly approached Lute's bedside. Charlie winced in sympathy.

"Do all of these shits have girlfriends or somethin'?" Adam stared incredulously.

"You all have to go." Raphael ordered. Charlie growled at her uncle and held Vaggie closer, and Pentious's buddies huddled closer around him. "This is serious business!"

"It's alright, Raphael." Sera conceded. "Adam, please continue."

The Slytherin Head looked more on edge at the sight of even more witnesses, but brushed it off. None of them were there. He could still get away with it. "Right yeah uh, we were heading down to duel and...the...the troll just burst outta damn nowhere! I swear! I tried to hold him off but he kicked me away, the fucker." He fake coughed, mocking the wind getting knocked out of him.

Sera raised a brow, but didn't seem to outwardly disbelieve him. He could get away with it.

"Oh, is that what was behind the door you were at?" All heads turned to Niffty. The petite muggleborn glanced around the room, unnerved by all the sudden attention. "What?"

"Niffty, dear," Alastor probed. "Could you please care to elaborate?"

The teachers waited in silence as Niffty shrunk under their gaze. Angel put a hand on her shoulder. "It was real late and I was chasing a roach I saw outside the dorm, he took me across the whole castle! I finally got him when I saw Professor Adam standing by a door. The door was real loud too; I thought the room was alive or something!"

"...and where was this door?" Carmilla pressed.

"Uhhh, I think the first floor. Can't remember. All that matters is I got my roach!" She pulled a sharp stick from seemingly nowhere, with a dead cockroach skewered on top. Everyone cringed, but Rosie has a more important thought on her mind.

"The first floor, where the incident occurred, where Adam seemed to be last night, with a creature..."

"Th-that's fuckin' bullshit! You weren't there! You didn't see shit you fuckin' liar!"

"Perhaps I shall brew some veritaserum, then." Alastor proposed yet again.

"N-no."

"Yes, Adam." Despite his height, Sera managed to tower over him. "If what Miss Niffty says is true, that you brought a troll onto school grounds and hid it, then that is grounds for termination."

Adam felt his blood run cold. He couldn't be fired. He was Adam! Prodigy of Slytherin house, the greatest DADA teacher the school had seen in eons!

"Well, I must'nt dally, then!" Alastor turned to leave with a chipper smile. "This matter shall be reserved in a short time."

"B-But...you...you can't do this! I'm Adam! The Adam! She's a lying fucking Mudblood! You're all a bunch of stupid ungrateful fucks! I'm the fucking best!"

"You're also ableist." Charlie snipped, now cradling Vaggie in her lap. "You treat Vaggie like shit because of something Lute did."

"And yer racist." Angel piped up, being given courage from Charlie's words. "Callin' Niff a Mudblood? Pretty low, teach."

"And you relay this unacceptable behavior to your house, enabling bullying and harassment amongst the student body." Carmilla chimed in, venom in her voice.

"I...c'mon it's all harmless!"

"Harmless?" Charlie repeated, eyes wide in fury. "Last year, Lute attacked Vaggie for losing a quidditch game, and all you cared about was keeping your captain on the team! Where's the harmlessness in that?"

"That doesn't...c'mon, Sera, y'know none of this shit matters, right?"

Sera peered down at him in disdain. "I have been far too lenient with you for too long, Adam." She turned to Niffty. "Come Miss Niffty, follow me to Professor Alastor's study. You will be permitted to visit Sir Pentious afterwards."

Adam winced as Sera grabbed him by the ear and pulled him out of the room, Niffty happily skipping behind. He couldn't deny it. He couldn't wiggle his way out now.

He was completelely and utterly fucked.

[apheliaholmes]

Drarry

⚡️🗞️ 🍏 📓 

Gazette of Hogwarts - Part III ☆

“I’ve heard and saw everyone being ecstatic by the few words you read of mine. Poor readers, avid for a few words to describe Harry more than your poor spirits could find. I got you. Silly and stupid students.

Aren’t we all excited to see the next Quidditch match? Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. The brave versus the clever. But my eyes will be on you, Harry. On you only. I’m sure you’ve practiced well with the Weasley during the summer. And I can’t wait to see how comfortable you are flying in the air. Your soft brown hair, softly lightened up by the sun, your soft red cheeks, your eyes watching for the Golden Snitch.

Be sure to look for me in the crowd. Would you notice me? If you do, blush a bit more imagining my lips on your cold cheeks while you’re flying. Because I’d kiss you everywhere if you find out who I am.”

The Great Hall was… chaotic. Everyone was gasping, gossiping, looking around, but mostly, everyone was looking at Harry. When Ron read the article, he choked on his cereal, and when Hermione read it, she was… confused. Harry, himself, was so red that Draco found it difficult to look anywhere else.

“Short but explosive,” said Pansy, closing the Gazette of Hogwarts before someone took it from her hands.

She looked at Draco and whispered to him.

“I admit, he is cute when he blushes. I think the ‘I’d kiss you everywhere’ killed him,” she declared with a smirk before drinking her tea.

“Was the reaction I wanted to see.”

At the Gryffindor table, everyone looked at Harry, and Hermione shouted out brutally.

“The next one asking a question about the article will have the mark of my shoes on their butt!” she screamed, slapping her hand on the table.

She hated seeing Harry being watched like a freak. She didn’t care if the reason was silly or not. She wanted him to feel okay, and he was far from okay. He was red, unable to look around, his eyes fixed on his porridge.

“We should go,” whispered Ron to Harry.

“Yep.” Harry stood up at the same time Ron did, trying to melt into the shadow of his friend. For the first time since he read the article, he looked up, and Draco didn’t look away.

It was surprising for Harry to meet Draco’s gaze. Usually, they just avoided each other like the plague. Yes, Draco watched Harry — a lot — but never directly in his eyes. For some reason, today, that made Harry look away rapidly.

“Can’t even imagine how red he’ll be when you kiss him everywhere,” teased Pansy to Draco.

“I swear to Merlin, Pansy, if you don’t shut up, I’ll kill you.”

When the Golden Trio exited the Great Hall, Harry realized he had been holding his breath for so long that he finally inhaled loudly.

“For fuck’s sake…” sighed Ron. “I admit the paper was—”

“Disgusting,” said Hermione.

“Is it bad if I liked it?” asked Harry.

Ron laughed, while Hermione looked at Harry, defeated.

“Want a cute Hufflepuff to kiss you everywhere, huh?” teased Ron before getting his arm slapped by Hermione.

“Who said it was a Hufflepuff?” asked Hermione.

“I don’t know. Everyone says they’re freaky in bed,” said Ron, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh God…” said Harry, facepalming.

The three of them quickly walked away from any curious ears.

“Who would write something like that, seriously?” asked Ron, letting himself fall onto the Gryffindor common room couch.

“I don’t know. Someone who has a crush on me?” Rhetorically asked Harry, sitting on an armchair.

Harry ran his hand through his hair, his mind remembering word for word the article he read earlier. His cheeks were still slightly blushed, and he hid his face by covering it with his hand and long sweater sleeve.

“We have to do something about it. I don’t know how someone could print this without Luna looking it over before publishing,” said Hermione.

“It’s not a big deal, ‘Mione.”

Hermione looked at Ron, shocked.

“You act like the article insulted Harry. I agree this has to stop, but it’s not like it’s the most awful thing a newspaper’s said about him,” defended Ron before letting Hermione explode.

She heard him and calmed down a bit.

“You’re right.”

Harry looked at them, envious of the comfort they found in each other.

“I’ll use my father’s cloak tonight… and catch the person who wrote that in the journal’s room,” said Harry.

“We’ll be there,” said Hermione.

“Well… I’d rather not. I want to confront them myself.”

Harry was sure of himself, or perhaps, just curious to see who it was. ☆

don’t worry, part four is coming :) did you like part three? i’m trying to include more of Harry, and i plan to write something focused solely on him, but i’m still struggling to capture him exactly the way want :/ but anyway… i hope you’re doing okay! is there any character or ship you’d like me to write about? also, is there anything i could improve in my writing?