#the dorm shuts at 10:00 pm and i slept from 6-11:30. :|

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Summer 1998: The First Day

Lately, I’ve been reading a lot of post-war fanfiction. Something about that first summer after Voldemort’s defeat fascinates me, but we don’t get to hear about it in canon. Luckily, that’s what fanfiction is for! Thank you to all the amazing writers who have written about it.

Here’s my version. This is a big experiment with format. I seem to come up with little scenes easily, but struggle with big plot and transitions. So instead of fighting that, I decided to lean in. Tell me what you think!

Or read it on https://archiveofourown.org/works/23842372/chapters/57297544

*****

2nd May 1998

5:30 AM

A second of shocked silence suddenly broken by a cacophony of roaring celebration.

Harry was vaguely aware of Ron and Hermione hugging him. Of more people suddenly pressing into him, cheering, yelling, crying.

Then, Harry felt a soft hand grasp his. He looked down. Fiery red hair and blazing eyes came into focus, blocking out all the confusion around him. He held tightly to her hand as he wrapped his other arm around her back, pulling her close. He bowed his head to rest on hers. She smelled of smoke and sweat and blood, but under it all the flowery scent he knew so well. The scent he had dreamed of so often. 

He felt her squeeze his hand hard, eyes looking to his, a promise that they’d be together later. And then, she backed away, fading into the crowd as the multitude sought him out, everyone eager for some interaction with the Boy Who Lived.

*****

8:45 AM

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood suddenly, wands out, sandwiches dropped, as someone crashed through the portrait into the Gryffindor common room.

Two someones, actually. A blond young woman tackled a tall, dark haired young man to the ground, snogging him fiercely.

“Neville, you were so brave!” 

“Oi!” Ron’s shout startled the couple.

Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott both turned bright red as they noticed the trio. 

“Uhh, sorry. We didn’t think anyone would be up here.” Neville stood, reaching out a hand to help Hannah up. “We’ll just… ummm… go somewhere else.” Neville mumbled as he dragged Hannah back towards the portrait hole.

Harry collapsed back onto the couch. “You miss a year of school and everything changes.”

“Innit.” Ron agreed before devouring his sandwich.

*****

1:45 PM

Bill approached the Burrow waving his wand back and forth in a sensing spell. Fleur stood behind him, wand out and ready.

His childhood home had been raided by Deatheaters looking for Harry during the war. Luckily, his family had escaped before they arrived. Now that the war was over, his family needed a home to return to.

And so, even though he'd only slept a few hours in two days, Bill was here, checking for curses and traps. As the eldest, his family needed him to be strong. Needed him to take charge while his parents grieved. He couldn’t allow himself to fall apart, to weep for his brother, to collapse with exhaustion.

Fleur, wonderful, strong, brilliant Fleur was right beside him. So often dismissed as just beautiful, she was a powerful and skilled witch. She followed behind Bill, repairing windows and furniture, piling the small things to be fixed later, looking all the while as if she hadn't just been through a battle. But Bill knew the small signs of her exhaustion. And yet, she was here, helping, because she loved him.

When they were done, Bill collapsed on the sitting room floor. He finally allowed himself to weep, to let all the grief, horror, and frustration out as his wife held his head in her lap.

*****

5:30 PM

"Oi! Time to get up, you!"

The late afternoon sun hit Harry full in the face as Ron roughly pulled back the curtains.

"McGonagall wants Pomfrey to have a proper look at you and then we are going home."

"Home?" Harry asked, still fuzzy from sleep.

"Home. The Burrow. Bill and Fleur checked it out. Ransacked, but not cursed. Turns out the Deatheaters were too busy to do much damage." Ron tried to smirk arrogantly, but it didn’t quite work with his tired and tear stained face.

Guilt clenched at Harry's chest. "I can't go to the Burrow. I can't burden your family. It's my fault Fred…"

"Stuff it, Harry. You <em>are</em> family. Now get your arse outta bed."

*****

10:15 PM

Charlie walked into Fred and George's room. Well, George's room now. The floor was covered in potion bottles, rolls of parchment, tubes, and other assorted bits. George sat in the middle of the chaos, staring at a roll of parchment.

"Fred was working on something new. He wouldn't tell me what it was. He was so excited. Called it a million galleon idea."

Charlie nodded, even though George hadn't looked up. "Those his notes?"

"Yea." George swallowed hard. "It was stupid. The daftest thing he'd ever come up with." George laughed haltingly. "Never would have sold. Dumb git."

Charlie sat beside his brother, setting down the bottle and three glasses he'd carried in. He poured three whiskies, handing one to George and sitting the third in front of them. He clinked his glass against the third. "To Fred, the dumb git."

"To Fred," George echoed, voice breaking slightly with tears.

Charlie pretended not to notice.

*****

11:00 PM

Ginny watched Hermione head up the stairs, leaving Harry alone in the sitting room. Finally. Between the celebration and the grieving and the cleanup, she’d been trying all day to get a moment alone with him.

Now he sat on the sofa. Clearly exhausted, head back, eyes closed. 

Ginny walked quietly into the room and straddled his lap. Harry’s eyes flew open, and he started to speak. 

“Shush,” Ginny interrupted. “Right now, I’m just glad you’re alive.” She leaned forward, pressing her mouth slowly, sweetly against his. After a second’s hesitation, he responded, kissing her with all the emotion he’d kept bottled up for the past ten months.

Eventually, they parted, gasping for breath, foreheads pressed together.

“Does this mean we’re back together?” Harry asked, hesitant and hopeful.

“Yes, but later I am going to kick your arse for leaving me behind while you went on your stupid, noble quest, and you are going to share everything that happened with me. But right now, I just want to be happy you’re alive.”

“Deal.”

After a time, Ginny laid down on the sofa, pulling Harry’s head to her chest. They fell asleep holding each other close. 

*****

11:30 PM

“Well… that… ummm.... escalated quickly.” Hermione moved carefully from straddling Ron to laying on her back beside him. 

Ron rolled to face her, propping himself up on an elbow and looking at her with concern. “Are you alright with this? I never wanted to rush you.”

Hermione laughed lightly. “You weren’t rushing me. I pushed you into the bed. I was on top.” She paused. “Was I rushing you?”

She had come to his room to drop off the clothes she still had in her beaded bag, intending to then go to Ginny’s room to sleep as she always did. Instead, she’d found him in only a towel, fresh from the shower. She hadn’t been able to resist kissing him, then more than kissing him, culminating in the straddling. It was as if that kiss back at Hogwarts had burst the dam on years of repressed feelings. And now there was no holding them back.

It was Ron’s turn to laugh. “Hell, no. I’ve wanted to do that for years!”

“Years?”

“Years.” Ron confirmed as he leaned down to kiss her.

“So… ummm… are we dating then?”

“I reckon so.”

*****

3rd May 1998

4:50 AM

Ron felt Hermione slide out of his arms, and he reached out to pull her back.

"Shhh. I don't want to cause an incident being found here in the morning." She kissed him sweetly on the lips and stroked his cheek.

Ron felt a wave of pleasure at the affection. As he watched her quietly dressing, he thought of all the wonderful things that had caused her to be undressed in bed with him. He couldn't imagine being any happier.

The soft click of his bedroom door brought him back to the present. Hermione was sneaking out to avoid an incident. To avoid causing his family any trouble. Because they'd had enough trouble in the last day.

A wave of guilt rushed over Ron as he remembered his brother was dead. How dare he be happy. He choked back a sob and buried his head in his pillow.

*****

6:40 AM

Molly slipped quietly from her bed and slipped on her dressing gown. She gazed at her husband's sleeping face. Rather than the soft peaceful expression he normally had while sleeping, his brow was furrowed and his jaw was set tight. Molly's eyes watered to see her husband's pain. 

She choked back her tears as she softly shut the bedroom door. Yesterday, she'd been consumed by her grief, holding her children and weeping, letting others make all the decisions. 

She was not going to let herself fall apart today. 

In the kitchen, Molly began to care for her family the best way she knew how. A full fry-up. Someone, thankfully, had had the foresight to go to the market. 

Her family trickled into the kitchen, lured by the smell of coffee and frying meat. They were tired, they were grieving. And there was a glaring absence. But Molly would see them heal together.

****

A/N 

A couple of awesome people influenced parts of this. Thank you!

The first drabble is influenced by some thoughts by Annerb. She does an awesome job analyzing the first couple minutes after Voldemort’s defeat and made me realize there was room to add a tiny Hinny moment between the lines of the canon text. https://annerbhp.tumblr.com/post/184761039876/in-a-recent-post-you-described-how-harry-and

I originally imagined Harry and Ginny’s reunion and conversation taking place in the Gryffindor dorms, but this image by Blvnk moved it to the Burrow for me.

https://blvnk-art.tumblr.com/post/173658850759/in-the-burrows-living-room-at-11pm-harry-and

Thanks for reading. Comments make my day. And don’t forget to be awesome.

[fromstraykids]

trust | school series 9

characters: you x minhyun

summary: awkward moments with a quiet Minhyun

quote: “what are we?”

warning(s): mentions of alcohol

school series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 

9:30 am – cafeteria

Hwang Minhyun was not the type to smile a lot. At least, not around you. You weren’t sure how you even became friends with the quiet boy. If it weren’t for your friends, you weren’t sure if you would even be near him. He sat across from you at the cafeteria table as you studied for your calculus exam tomorrow.

“Eat.” A plate of food replaces your book as you look up and see Jonghyun’s smiling face. He takes a seat next to you as your other friends shuffle in, finished from their morning classes. You thank him quietly, moving your book off the table.

“So,” your friend begins, “Spring break is next month, where should we plan our trip?”

“Oh!” Daniel speaks up. “We should go to Paju.”

“We went there for winter break, already.” your other friend complains.

“What about Jeju?” you ask. 

“Jeju does have nice beaches,” Jonghyun states.

“And their meat tastes amazing, or so what I’ve heard,” your other friend speaks up. 

“Jeju, it is then.” The whole time, you noticed Minhyun kept quiet and you nudged your foot against his, making him look up.

“Do you agree with where we’re going?” you ask. He gives you a nonchalant look.

“Sure.” And that was the end of your conversation with Minhyun.

7:00 am – beginning of spring break

Your whole morning consisted of you dragging yourself out of bed to get ready and head to the airport. You waited outside your dorm and got a text after a couple of minutes.

woke up late! minhyun will drive you to the airport instead! – jonghyun

As you finished reading the text, a white mid-sized car pulls up on the curb and the window slides down. It was Minhyun. He gets out of the car and takes your luggage from your hand, placing it neatly next to his navy blue suitcase. He was dressed as if he had a runway to walk right after he picked you up, opposed to your sweatpants and hoodie combination. 

“I wasn’t sure if you liked coffee, so I got you an iced tea instead, is that alright?” Minhyun asks when you get into the car. That’s when you notice the cup of melting iced tea in the cup holder. 

“Yeah, I’m probably going to be sleeping on the plane, so coffee is probably what I don’t need,” you reply, taking a sip of the sweet tea. The ride to the airport was silent before Minhyun switched on the radio. 

“They’re probably going to get here later, so let’s just check in first and we could meet them at the gate,” Minhyun says as he takes the suitcases out of the trunk. You sling your backpack onto your back as you enter the airport and find your airline. Minhyun follows behind you as you stand in line. He tells you to go first when you reach the kiosk.

“I just got a text from Daniel and he said that they’re running late because Jaehwan didn’t wake up early enough, so I guess we’ll go through security first,” Minhyun explains, putting his phone in his back pocket. Your tickets print out and you checked the seating. He was seated at 12A while you sat at 12B. What a coincidence. 

When you two finally get through security, he offers to buy you a drink since the all the airplane gives is a small cup. There was plenty of time to wait since your flight was at 9:30 and it was only 8:00. Before you knew it, Minhyun came back with a cup of green tea latte and a cup of iced americano, along with two cinnamon muffins. 

“Just in case we get hungry,” Minhyun explains as he hands you the green tea latte. Soon, your friends arrive one by one as you wait for the plane to arrive.

Finally, your flight is called and you all began to board. Unfortunately, there was a lot of people on your flight, which resulted in you waiting in a long line. However, you did finally reach your seat, but you weren’t tall enough to place your suitcase in the overhead bin.

“I got it,” a voice says, taking your luggage and placing it next to his navy blue one. Minhyun takes his window seat and you sit in the seat next to him. Luckily, all six of you managed to all sat in the 17th row. When the plane begins to fly, you take out your earbuds and try to sleep in the one hour of flying.

Halfway through the flight, you unknowingly leaned your head on Minhyun’s shoulder, making the boy stiffen in shock as he tries his best to get you off his shoulder without waking you up. However, he fails and your head was on his shoulder for the rest of the flight.

“We’re here.” Someone taps your shoulder and you wake up, not knowing about what you did during the flight. You groggily stretched and checked your phone. It was only 10:00 am, but you felt like going to the hotel and sleeping for the rest of the day. Minhyun helps you take your suitcase from the overhead bin as you exit.

10:14 am – Jeju

As the six of you begin to feel less tired from the plane ride, you all start to get excited and started to plan your night activities.

“Night market,” your friend suggests.

“Clubbing!” Daniel suggests. 

“We should do that tomorrow night,” Minhyun says from the backseat. Daniel pouts in reply. 

“I say we go to the beach,” you suggest. The others agree as Jonghyun drives into the hotel. 

The hotel you guys stayed in was your regular beach resort, an ocean view seen from every window. You split into three rooms of two and you roomed with your friend. 

As night falls, you all head to the beach, feeling the sea breeze in your hair. As the boys dived into the ocean, you and your friends stayed back, walking along the shoreline. 

“y/n!” you hear a voice shout your name before a splash of water overcomes you. You felt yourself being pushed into the water as others join in, splashing each other. 

When the sun sets, all of you headed back to the hotel with wet clothes and sandy feet. And with that, your first day at Jeju was gone.

8:46 pm – club

Minhyun doesn’t drink. That was the first thing you noticed when Daniel began to pour the shots. Instead, Minhyun had a can of soda in the place of the soju.

“To spring break!” Daniel cheers, holding up his shot glass with you all following, except for Minhyun. 

You wouldn’t say you had a high alcohol tolerance, no, you started to be tipsy by the third glass. Your friends told you to stop before you could be full on drunk, but you opposed.

“One more glass,” you plead, already pouring the cheap soju into your shot glass and drinking it in one go. You feel yourself getting more energized as you headed to the dance floor, catching sight of Minhyun at the other side at of the club and you grabbed his wrist. He looks at you with confused eyes before you lean in, grabbing his cheeks as you kiss him. And that was the last thing you remembered from that night.

9:57 am – hotel room

The sun glares at you through the curtains, making you turn away. You open your eyes slightly and catch sight of your jacket on the floor of the room. You panicked, immediately checking if you had your clothes on — and thankfully, you did. But who’s room was this? It was definitely way too neat to call it yours.

“You’re finally awake.” A voice interrupts your internal conversation as your turn around, catching sight of Minhyun sitting on top of the desk. You groan quietly, wondering what in the world you did last night. “You know, alcohol isn’t very good for you,” he scolds. 

You were having a full on hangover and he was lecturing you about drinking too much alcohol? 

“Anyways, all of them are pretty hungover now, so I guess you have some time before they wake up. But,” you noticed the top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, making you cringe again, “if you want, you can stay here until you feel better.”

He seemed pretty sober, probably because he didn’t drink last night. Oh man, that means he knew what you did last night. “We didn’t do anything last night, right?” you ask.

“If you don’t count the making out part or the part where you almost ripped off the buttons on my shirt, then no, we didn’t do anything. At least not anything you might regret,” he explains. He hops off the desk and grabs a pile of room keys. “I made you some tea that’s on top of the fridge and I asked the housekeeping for an extra bathrobe, so make sure to drink the tea and take a shower. I’ll be back after I check in the others.” He waves goodbye as you groan into your pillow. At least nothing bad happened, right?

12:00 pm — your hotel room

“You want me to what?” you ask again, making sure you were hearing right. You had already left Minhyun’s room and went back to yours after you began to feel better.

“Can you please switch with Daniel?” your friend pleads again.

“I heard that part but who’s he rooming with again?”

“Minhyun.” You sigh, why must life be so complicated? You wonder if Minhyun was going through the same thing.

The next thing you knew you were dragging your luggage into the room two doors down, lightly tapping the door. Minhyun opens the door, letting you in. The room was the same as it was this morning, neat and clean. That was a thing you noticed about Minhyun, he was probably the most organized and clean person you have known.

“So I guess we’re sharing a bed together now,” he says awkwardly, avoiding your eyes.

“I guess so.” It was only four more days before the trip ended and you hoped things wouldn’t become even more awkward.

9:02 pm – night

Night falls sooner than you expected and after you all went to the beach to watch the sunset again, and you were begging to get some sleep. After taking your shower, you immediately crawled into bed, shutting your eyes. You heard the bathroom door being quietly shut before the lights were turned off, feeling a dip in the bed as Minhyun takes the other side. Soon, soft snores erupted from him and you couldn’t help but turn around. He slept so peacefully and you wondered how he could fall asleep so fast. Soon, you felt your eyes drooping as you drifted into sleep.

When you awoke, you felt a hand on your waist and caught sight of Minhyun’s still sleeping face. Unable to bring yourself to wake him up, you pretended to sleep until you felt his arm quickly leaving your waist, leaving you feeling empty. He sighs deeply before turning around and facing the other direction. You took this as the cue to wake up.

“You’re awake already?” you ask, faking a yawn. He nods, a blush unable to leave his face. A lock of hair falls into his eyes and before he could react, you slightly push the strands of hair away, fingers lightly grazing his soft forehead. He blushes again as he gets up from the bed, saying something about having to take a shower.

10:56 pm

The next night, you managed to make a conversation with him. He told you about his fears and aspirations, and soon, you felt your eyes closing. You didn’t mean to, you just had a really tiring day walking around and his voice just lulls you to sleep. He noticed your closed eyes and reached to turn off the lamp. He wondered if you could hear the sound of his heart beating as he, too, drifts off into a deep slumber.

When you wake up, you were inches from his face and admired his features up close. Once again, his arm was slung over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You decided to visit the beach again that night, walking along the shore as waves washed up on your feet. The others were doing their own thing — clubbing, drinking, going to parks, or eating at a nearby restaurant, but you wanted to visit the beach again since it was just so beautiful. When will you ever visit this place again? You take a seat close to the shore, pulling your knees to your body as you watch the dipping sun. You felt another person next to you and saw that it was Minhyun.

“I guess we both liked the beach,” he says as he watched the sunset.

“It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?” You turn towards him. Your lips curve into a smile as he fixes his eyes on your lips, leaning closer. 

“But not as beautiful as you.” You met him halfway as he caresses your cheek, softly kissing you until you both have to gasp for air. The short moment left your light headed as he smiles at you and this time you initiated the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist as the sun slowly leaves the beach.

8:49 am

“Good morning,” he chirps when you open your eyes. His lips curve into a bright smile as he pulls you closer and pecks your lips softly. You pull away as you get up from the bed.

“It’s our last day already,” you pout as he slowly pulls you back into the bed, ruffling your hair.

“Our spring break might have ended, but our relationship has more days to come.” You smile as he kisses your forehead.

7:06 pm – a week after spring break ends

You wanted to hope that you’d be with Minhyun more after the trip. But he would always be saying that he was busy and was never in his dorm.

Jaehwan texts you, notifying you that Minhyun was his room tonight as you get into the elevator and pressed the floor above you. You knock on the door lightly and enter.

“We need to talk.” Jaehwan takes this as a sign to leaves and exits the room with his guitar.

“Hey, y/n. What do you want to talk about?” he asks, his eyes not leaving the textbook in front of him.

“Us.”

“What about us?”

“‘What about us?’ Did you forget what happened in Jeju?” He stays quiet. “We kissed. But that wasn’t all. You said that we were in a relationship but after we came back, you’ve been with your textbook more than you’ve been with me.”

Minhyun closes his textbook. “y/n–”

“So what are we? Were we just a spring break fling? Did you actually mean it when you said that you wanted to be in a relationship with me? Just tell me so that I won’t be spending my night wondering if we’re dating or not.”

“We weren’t just a fling, I promise. I meant everything I said, y/n, trust me.”

“Make me trust you. Because I don’t believe a word you’re saying.” He stands up, taking bold steps at you as you back up until your back is on the door.

He rests his arm over your head, leaning down closely. “I know I haven’t been communicative as much as I should, trust me. I know. But I’m not lying when I say that I am in love with you. Even before Jeju. Please trust me.” You snake your arms around his waist as you pull him into a hug, him kissing the crown of your head softly.

“I trust you.”

9:45 am – a few months later

“Eat.” A plate of food enters your line of sight as you put down the notebook you were studying from. Minhyun gestures to the plate as he takes a seat across from you. “So how’s your day going?”

You take a bite of food as your answer. “Great, my literature professor just bumped by 89% to an A, so that’s the highlight of my day.” You notice Minhyun leaning on his palm as he stared at you with a smile on his face.

“What? Is there any food on my face?” You hand reaches up to feel your face before he shakes his head.

“Nothing. Just admiring your beauty because you’re so pretty,” he remarks. You blush at his compliment. 

Dating Minhyun was going to be great.