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Acknowledgement | Harry Potter Ship

Request: can i get a hp ship?? i’m 5’3, skinny, shoulder length purple hair, green eyes, and i’m a slytherin 🐍 i like being in the woods because i find it calming. i’m also very musically inclined, i play 3 instruments, i collect vinyl records, and i listen to music pretty much 24/7. plus, i collect rocks and old bottles i find in the creek or elsewhere. thank you ! 🖤

A/N: I don’t know why, but this particular request made me so inspired that I dropped everything I was doing and started writing. If anyone has any ship requests don’t hesitate to ask. But do make sure that you say the more interesting things about you like @golddustcoven. I tend to focus on interests and personalities more than appearances. Any request from before won’t be taken into consideration. I also wrote that you could sing really well. I hope it’s not that bad? Also, this turned out to be longer and more oneshot like than I expected, o o p s.

Word Count: 1288

I ship you with

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Draco Malfoy!

Draco didn’t notice you at first, being so focused with his Potter situation, but you first caught his attention when he was out in the open fields looking for a quiet place to do his work. You were lying on your stomach, legs in the air, looking focused on some book you had in front of you. You had wires put into your ears which were attached to some muggle electronic that he had seen the muggle-borns playing with earlier.

He immediately stopped walking as soon as his eyes caught sight of your purple hair. Crabbe and Goyle stopped as well to see what has was staring at. They stayed there, Draco studying your peculiar posture while Crabbe and Goyle awkwardly glance between you, Draco, and each other until Crabbe finally spoke.

"What are we-"

Draco turned to him. "Shh!"

Crabbe turned a bit pale. The three of them listened quietly. There was a soft humming coming from you, just loud enough for them to hear.

"Who is she?" Draco asked.

"I don't know," Goyle admitted.

"Well, go figure out!" he demanded, pushing the two boys.

By the end of the day, Crabbe and Goyle had asked almost half of Hogwarts about information on you and they had reported it all back to Draco.

"Her name is Y/N Y/L/N," Crabbe said. "She's in the same year as us and also a Slytherin."

"Why haven't I seen her before?" questioned Draco.

"You have seen her, you have the same Potions class together. You just didn't pay attention."

"She's also a half blood, and her mother works at whatever an 'Apple Store' is."

The next time Draco noticed you was a few days later when you were at the edge of the forbidden forest, walking and occasionally picking up a rock in front of you. He was in the middle of a Quidditch practice and your purple hair had caught his attention while he was looking down at Hogwarts with the view that his broom provided him with.

Draco found himself slowly flying down closer to you. Instead of humming like last time, you were singing. And oh wow could you sing. Your words floated into his ears and he desperately tried to memorize the sound of each and every one.

A bludger flew past his ear. Marcus Flint yelled "Oi! What are you doing? We're in the middle of practice, remember?"

"I was... I was just thinking of some new strategies," he said coolly.

"Getting back to practice should be a really good strategy," Flint replies sarcastically. "Why don't you try that?"

He took one last look at you before he flew back into the game.

The next time Draco noticed you was his first potions class after hearing that you two shared it. He was quick to take the spot beside you as soon as you sat down. You hadn't even looked up from your book, which surprised him since he was used to his presence getting him some type of reaction from people.

"Hello," he said. When you didn't respond he said it again, louder.

You glanced towards the Malfoy, taking out one of the wires from your ears. "Oh. Sorry, I didn't see you there. Hello."

You two watched each other for while. He was studying your facial features again, trying to etch the picture into his mind.

"Take a picture, it might last longer," you said with a chuckle.

Draco blinked a few times. "Huh?"

You smiled at him. "You were looking at me pretty intensely."

He apologized, instantly flushing a deep shade of red.

Snape tapped his wand on his desk, gaining the attention of the students. "Okay students, we'll be reviewing last week's potion. Take out your notes."

At the end of class, Draco almost pushed people out of his way so he could talk to you before you rushed off to your next class. "So, would you like to review the past few potions with me sometime?"

When you said yes he felt like his heart was lifting him up into the sky.

The next time he noticed you was when you two had reviewed your Potions together. You had already been at your meeting spot, a tree close to the Great Lake, lightly humming and bopping your head with your eyes closed.

Draco walked up to you. It wasn't until he placed a few books and pieces of paper in front of you that you acknowledged him. "Hello, Draco."

"He-llo." His breathing hitched slightly.

"Are you nervous Draco?" you asked with a smile growing on your lips.

"No, my throat is just a bit itchy today," the lie slipped out and as soon as he said it he knew you didn't believe it.

"Okay, let's get started," you said. You pulled a few pieces of loose paper from your bag.

You began going through the most recent potion, Polyjuice Potion, its ingredients and the steps to make it.

Draco couldn't quite place it. It was something about the way you wrote your notes, or maybe the way you spoke, but when you explained it, he felt like the whole subject made much more sense.

Halfway through your review session curiosity took over him. "What are those wires that you put in your ears?"

You laugh. "You mean my earbuds?" You take them out of your bag and showcase them. "I plug them into my iPod, which is a muggle device, and if I press a few buttons music starts playing."

You smile at Draco's astonished face. "Can I listen?" he asked.

"Sure."

You put your earbuds into his ears and start playing one of your favorite tracks. He immediately smiles and closes his eyes, like he saw you do. For the next few minutes, it's just you, Draco and the faint sound of the track playing in his ears. When it finishes he opens his eyes, his smile not fading.

"How was it?"

"It was beautiful."

From then on, he wouldn't stop noticing you. Your friendship grew. You showed him more of your favorite music and he showed you how to sit on a broom without falling on your face. He made you promise to sing more often and you made him promise to leave the first year Gryffindors alone. It took him a while to introduce you to his friends since he wanted to keep you to himself, but when he did you all got along surprisingly well.

You showed him how to sneak out after hours and be grateful for the stars. You two would spend hours on the dew covered grass, limbs tangled, looking up at the twinkling night sky, talking about nothing and everything.

About two years later he had finally asked you to be his date to Hogsmeade.

"So Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me."

"I thought we already were?" you asked.

"No, er, as in only the two of us," he explained.

"Oh, you mean a date." Your cheeks turned pink and your green eyes sparkled a bit brighter than usual. "Yes, I'll go to Hogsmeade with you."

At Hogsmeade, Draco spoiled the Merlin out of you. He bought you anything you glanced at, things varying from Salt Water Taffy to the largest cup of butterbeer available.

His goal was just to make you happy and was content when your smile wouldn't wear off. But you had other plans. When you had been walking back to Hogwarts he wouldn't be quiet, going on and on about how he didn't get you enough candy from Honeydukes that you decided to take the opportunity and press your lips against his.

You were pretty sure that every student (and teacher) within a 5 mile radius had frozen in their tracks to see what Draco's reaction was.

You stepped back. Draco smiled. "Can you do that again?" he asked.

You laugh and playfully slap him in the arm. "You're such a weirdo."

Hope the person who sent the request enjoyed this!

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Hey Can You Please Post A Part 9 Of Want vs Need ? Please And Have A Great Day

Both part 9 and 10 are out now! Have a great day as well!

xoxo The Burnt Bellflower

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So, like, I’m back...

I’m sorry for being gone for such a long time the end of last year was so stressful and this year is literally just going to focus on keeping a good average so I can actually get into the school I want... 

OK enough excuses, I’m back and working on some ships that you guys have sent in. (I’ve read this one that gave me so much inspiration that it possibly could be posted by tomorrow, don’t quote me on it) Also I have a lot of oneshots that are half finished so they could be posted soon.

One last thing, thank you for all the love I have been getting even while being inactive. It really is one of the biggest push factors that I will ever have. 

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Want vs Need | Part 10

Summary: You’ve had everything planned out. Your classes, friends, future. When Neville Longbottom comes tumbling into your life, everything becomes one big mess. With not-so-secret admirers, crazy jealous classmates and a bittersweet romance, can you really tell the difference between want and need?

Pairing: Neville x Reader

Word Count: 1804

A/N: I got a request to post part 9 while ago which made me extremely happy that people actually like this. I have written out most of the series so if you aren’t already fed up with this story just request for another part.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

As it turns out, Pansy had tricked Hestia about the sleepover. The designated place was Professor McGonagall's room, but no one showed up. Returning from the classroom she got caught by Filch, earning her a week's detention.

At least that's what Hestia said. Right now you two were working on the Herbology paper.

"You were right." The words make you look up from your work and stare at Hestia in shock. Those three words were very rare coming from her.

"What?"

Hestia sighs. "Oh, don't make me say it again.

"But I didn't hear what you said," you say smiling.

"You were right, okay? I was wrong and you were right. I never should have trusted Pansy, but I did and now I have to serve detention with Filch." She throws her head in her palms. "Ugh, I'm so stupid."

"It's fine," you say. "Just try to forget about it. Right now, we have to write this paper."

"Okay class," Professor Arabella says. "As you can see I have cleared out the room." A few students nod, most just shuffle around, looking at the long rectangular mat in the center of the room. "Today we will practice dueling. You will be in pairs," almost everyone moved around, grabbing a partner, "that I will choose."

There are loud groans and even a few curse words as people move back to where they were. You just watch, as you had been expecting this. You had already made yourself comfortable, sitting on a window ledge with your feet dangling a few feet off the ground.

Professor Arabella continues, "you will duel until one fighter gives up. You can use whatever defending or attacking spells you want, just keep them at least a little safe. First up, Dean Thomas and Gregory Goyle."

Dean ends up winning by stupefying Goyle over and over again until Goyle got a nosebleed. Next up was Lavender Brown against Pansy. Pansy won. Then, Ron against Parvati. Ron won. Deul after duel, win after win, it was getting kind of boring.

"Neville and Hermione," Professor Arabella calls. You raise your eyebrows. Interesting.

Neville and Hermione step onto opposite ends of the mat. Neville sends her a friendly smile, but she keeps staring blankly at the wall. Professor Arabella blows her whistle, "begin!"

Neville casts a stunning spell, but Hermione blocks it, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed. He tries again, but she blocks him again and levitates him up fast, his hair brushing the ceiling. Hermione swishes her wand around, sending him flying around the room. His head bangs against the side of the wall and he hangs limply in the air. Everyone in the room cringes at the bone-crushing sound.

Professor Arabella blows her whistle, declaring the duel finished, but Hermione keeps hitting his head against the ceiling, producing the same chilling sound. There's a scream, but for some reason, it seems very far away. Harry and Ron jump onto the mat, shouting at her to stop, trying to hold her back and tear her wand from her hand, as the rest of the class either tries to get Neville down or help Ron and Harry.

You levitate her in the air, and she drops her wand, tears streaming down face. She tries to mouth something but you turn away. You levitate her back down and go to the corner of the room where there's a big pack of students, all looking down. A few see you and move out of the way.

You look down at his pale and limp body and let tears crash down. You fall to your knees and shake his face, "Neville. Neville wake up! Wake Neville! Wake up! You have to wake up, you have to!" your voice cracks and you lay there beside him, wrapping your arms around him and crying into his chest. " Wake up Neville...you have to wake up...you have to..."

Neville was sent to Saint Mungo's after Dumbledore had been called in. His left arm broke, he fractured his collarbone and a small part of his skull, which had hit a few cells in his brain. His vitals were low and his heart stopped for 7.9 seconds after they had put him on a charm to bring them back up. But who was counting?

Professor McGonagall had escorted Hermione off of Hogwarts ground after Dumbledore had announced that she would be staying home for the next month to stabilize. To stabilize her behavior or stabilize her mind, he never specified.

You were one of the few people allowed to come with McGonagall to escort Hermione off Hogwarts, along with Ron and Harry. Harry and Ron gave her a big hug that seemed to last forever, and you gave her a death glare that could have gone on forever. Her eyes were red and puffy as she held McGonagall's arm and disapparated.

Most of the teachers went easy on you. Professor McGonagall shortened your essay length, Professor Flitwick gave you a few extra marks on your test and Professor Snape even pulled you aside when the class had ended.

"You might have noticed that Neville has never been one of my favorite students," he had said. "But I still care for your well being. If you ever need someone to talk to or to learn a few more defending spells you can come to me."

You heard the whispers behind your back and felt the stares from all corners of the room. But unlike before, all it took was you to clench your fists or move your hand towards your wand and everyone would close their mouths and turn the other way.

But that was a week ago. Now you spend most of the time locked up in your room, only allowing Hestia to come in to bring you food. She always asked the same thing when she walked in: "Care to tell me what the hell is going on in that brain of yours?" and you always replied with the same answer: "I'd like to know too."

Now you were a bit tired of memorizing each and every dent and bump on your wall. You finished all your homework (not that you had much in the first place, the professors were still pitying you) and long for a fresh meal since all the food Hestia had brung you was cold by the time she reached the dungeons.

You get up from your bed and stare at yourself in the mirror above your dresser. Your green eyes are now dull and deep eye bags had formed under them, your hair is a tangled mess since you had never bothered to brush it, simply pulling it up into a bun and running to your next class.

You slip into jeans and a sweater, completely ignoring your robes which lay sprawled across the floor. You try to run your comb through your hair, but it got stuck in a tangle a quarter way through. You sigh, putting the comb down and quickly forming some type of bun on your head. You regard yourself in the mirror. It looks as if a bird had made a nest out of twigs. You sigh again and walk out of your dorm.

You make it down the hallway without being seen, but you can hear voices coming from the common room. You creep up to the common room and quickly walk past the students and make it to the exit. You feel their eyes burn holes on the back of your sweater and you shut the door behind you.

You walk through the hallways making sure that whoever saw you didn't for long.

When you finally make it to the Great Hall Hestia runs up to you and pulls you into a tight hug. "You finally made it out of the room! I'm so proud of you!"

"Yeah."

She leads you to your old spot, which you haven't seen it what feels like ages. "Now you can finally eat a warm meal! You stay there, I'll grab you something." She gets up and leaves you to yourself and about a hundred eyes glancing back at you.

"Neville! Neville, wake up! Please wake up! You have to wake up!" a shrilly voice says, mocking you crying over Neville a week ago.

You turn around to face Pansy. Her dark eyes gleam with excitement. She knows she hit a nerve.

"Leave me alone, Parkinson." The words come out by themselves and you surprise yourself. It's the first time you haven't used offense.

A smirk starts to form on her lips. "And why would I do that?"

"I don't have time for this right now," you say, getting up from the table.

"Oh yes you do," she says. She opens her mouth, but before she can cast whatever spell she was going to cast, you take out your wand and send her flying across the Great Hall. Everyone watches as she soars across the room screaming and lands with a thud on the Professor's table.

The whole room is in stunned silence as you walk to the Professor's table. "I'll be coming to my detention at eight," you announce to Professor McGonagall. You turn around and walk away. When you get to the doors you look back.

Professor McGonagall surprises you by smirking and winking at you.  

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Want vs. Need | Part 9

Summary: You’ve had everything planned out. Your classes, friends, future. When Neville Longbottom comes tumbling into your life, everything becomes one big mess. With not-so-secret admirers, crazy jealous classmates and a bittersweet romance, can you really tell the difference between want and need?

Pairing: Neville x Reader

Word Count: 810

A/N: Hi guys! I’m so sorry that I haven’t posted an imagine for so long! I’ve been getting a ton of request and I’ve started them all, but I don’t have the time to finish them any of them. I’ll be going on vacation starting tomorrow for a month so I won’t be able to post anything for that amount of time. I know this series isn’t what you guys were looking for in a new post but I hope you still enjoy it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

For the first few second you kiss back. You don't even know what was happening. Until you finally realize what you were doing and abruptly pull away.

"I...Hermione...I...I..." you stutter, trying to find the right way to say what you wanted to. No, what you needed to. In this situation, they weren't much different. It wasn't a game of want vs. need anymore.

Hermione looks surprised at herself. She looks at her lap and fiddles with her fingers. "Y/N...I'm...I'm so sorry...I"

"Er...it's okay...it was just a spur of the moment thing, right?"

"Right," she says, still not making eye contact with you.

You place your hand on her shoulder. "Look, it's really fine Hermione. We just got our adrenaline pumping and it just happened."

She looks up at you but throws her head into her palms after a second's worth of eye contact. "This changes everything. I thought thing were going pretty well, and then I had to ruin things all over again."

"No, Hermione it's fine. We'll just forget it-"

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO FORGET IT!" Hermione suddenly yells. She takes her face from her hands showing tears are streaming down from her puffy red eyes. You pull her into a hug and she falls limp in your arms. "I'm so selfish, Y/N. So so so so selfish."

"No, you're not Hermione. You've got to stop thinking of yourself like that," you say.

"You don't understand," she sobs. "I want you for myself. I don't want Neville to have you. I shouldn't be saying that because he's one of my closest friends, but it's true. I want you all to myself. I don't want you looking at anyone and anyone looking at you, because I want you all to myself."

You hold her in your lap and let her cry into your thigh as you stroke her frizzy hair, trying to calm her down. Except, you were freaking out as well, but there was no one around to hug you and stroke your hair. So you kept your composure until Hermione fell asleep in your lap.

You slowly lift her off you and carry her bridal style to her room. Pansy and some of her friends try to laugh at you, but you send them your signature death glare and they shut up and turn away.

You walk into the Gryffindor common room and they all stare at you like you were the latest version of the firebolt or something. You take her up to her room and lay her on her bed. Tucking her in you nod to Parvati Patil. "Make sure she wakes up all right," you demand.

Parvati nods back and goes back to whatever she was writing.

You're in your room working on the potions paper due in a few days when someone knocks on the door. You stiffen up, thinking that it's Hermione, but when you tell them to come in, it's Hestia that walks towards your bed.

"Hey Y/N," she says.

"Hey. What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to, you know, check on you." You raise your eyebrows. Hestia checking on someone was a very rare thing. "Okay, fine. I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier. I was a total stick in the mud. Which was weird, because usually, you're the one who tries to stop me. Except for that time with the Weasleys."

"Those twins deserved what they got. It wasn't my fault that you were currently crushing on George."

Hestia laughs. "Hey, don't blame this on me! Did you see how hot he looked at the Yule Ball?"

"No, I wasn't there."

"Yeah, because you were too busy dancing it away with Cedric Diggory."

"I was not dancing the night away. We were talking, that's it."

"Merlin's beard! Did you not see how tongue-tied he was when he was asking you?"

"I'm pretty sure he just asked me and I said yes."

"When you were 'talking' your faces were so close, you looked like you were gonna kiss any second."

"It's not like we didn't. We just didn't then."

"You're impossible Y/N."

"Yeah, but you're still here."

Hestia rolls her eyes. "Yeah, well this isn't what I came here to do. I apologized to Pansy and she said it was fine. She invited me to a slumber party tonight."

"I don't think that a good idea."

"Come on, Y/N! Just cause you don't like her doesn't mean she's not a good person."

"She's inviting you to a slumber party after we cover her in slime from head to toe? Yeah, going to that party isn't a good idea."

"I'm going to go and prove you wrong. Pansy can actually be nice if you try being friends with her." Hestia gets up and stomps out.

You sigh. She was going to learn her lesson in one way or another.

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Hey! I noticed that you haven’t posted in a while! Wanted to make sure you are ok! I’m not trying to pressure you into posting, just making sure that you’re ok!💜

Aw! Thanks for worrying about me! (Wait isn't that a bad thing? You know what, nevermind.) Yeah, I'm perfectly fine, just a bit busy working on end of the year assignments and such. I'm working on a Draco x Reader imagine and that should be up by next week (if it isn't I'm so sorry) so stay tuned for that! Bye my loves!xoxo The Burnt Bellflower

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Thought I lost your tumblr 😩 thought I followed you because you popped up on my feed but I didn’t and I finally found you again after a couple hours !!

Haha! Glad you found me again!

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Want vs. Need | Part 8

Summary:  You've had everything planned out. Your classes, friends, future. When Neville Longbottom comes tumbling into your life, everything becomes one big mess. With not-so-secret admirers, crazy jealous classmates and a bittersweet romance, can you really tell the difference between want and need?

Pairing: Neville x Reader

Word Count: 1397

A/N: Wow, it’s been a long time since I posted one of these. I hope you enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

You're half asleep when a gloomy figure creaks open your door and take slow steps towards you. You instinctively focus on making your breathing normal, so that whoever it is still thinks your asleep.

"You think you can get away with messing with my CoCo?" a cold and high pitched voice says. "Well, you thought wrong. Hestia tried to stop me, but what does she know? Nothing, that's what."

Hestia? What did she have to do with this?

You hear footsteps walk over to your dresser and open it, shuffling things around.

You slowly inch your hand under your pillow and into the cover. Dragging out your wand from its hiding place, you list spells you could use. You could turn the person into a frog. Or maybe a ferret. There was always trusty stupefy. Maybe torture curse. Even if it was illegal, you would still enjoy watching whoever was going through your property being tortured.

You peek your wand out from the covers and mutter, "Stupefy."The figure falls to the floor, stiff.

You open your eyes and tower over the body lying in the middle of your green rug, smirking. The familiar brown hair and snarl make you roll your eyes. You weren't surprised.

You wave your wand and lift Pansy Parkinson off your rug. You levitate her to her dorms where Hestia was sound asleep. You drop her mid-air, and she lands on the ground with a loud thump.

Hestia jolts awake, "what's going on?"

You turn to the door. "Don't do it again," you warn. You slam the door behind you and walk to your dorm.

"What happened?" Hestia asks for the fourth time that morning.

You take a bite of your pancake and repeat what you told her the last three times. "If you're so concerned why don't you ask your new best friend, Pansy Parkinson, the ultimate queen bitch."

"Whoa, no need to curse. I just want to know. It's not every night that your roommate lands on the floor, stupefied and completely terrified for her life."

You roll your eyes. "She was not scared for her life."

Hestia looks at you like your crazy. "Uh, yeah she was. If eyes could speak, then hers would have let out the loudest scream you've ever heard."

"I bet it would be high pitched too," you say, smirking.

Hestia laughs. "Hey, don't talk about my best friend like that," she says teasingly.

You give her a glare and she smiles. That's something you liked about her. She could never take your glares seriously. Well, unless she spread a rumor about you saying that you cheated on Neville with Draco.

"Y/N, are you jealous?" she asks, poking fun at you.

You almost choke on your orange juice. "Are really asking that question? Why would I be jealous of Pansy?"

"Oh, trust me. You have jealous written all over your forehead."

"You're being ridiculous."

"But really, what happened?"

You sigh. "She crept into my room and started going through my stuff. She was saying things about you trying to stop her and me not getting away with messing with her CoCo. Who the hell is CoCo anyways?"

Hestia lets out a groan. "It's her nickname for Draco. She says they're starting to get pretty close and that he was only talking about you. She thinks you drugged him with some love potion or something."

"I'm flattered," you say sarcastically.

"She says she was going to get revenge you. I told her not to do it, but that was a week ago. I totally forgot about until now."

"So let's get revenge."

"What," Hestia asks, startled by your sudden idea.

"Let's pull one of our signature pranks. Just like we used to."

"I don't know, it's been a while since we've done one and-"

"Oh, come on. Or are you too scared of the possibility of hurting your new BFBF?"

"BFBF?" Hestia snorts.

"Bitch Face Best Friend," you explain.

"I mean, I guess she did try to get 'revenge'." She looks at you warily and you watch her, hopeful. "All right, fine. But it better be a small one."

"Yes!" you whisper-scream. "Okay, but I want to try something different then what we've ever done."

"Like what?"

You smirk. "You'll see."

You open the door to Hermione's dorm and she looks up at you from her book.

"Hey, Hermione," you greet slowly walking in. You and her hadn't talked alone in a while, and most of the time it was just you checking in on how she was doing.

"Hey," she replies, a bit of curiosity and confusion in her tone.

"So, I'm trying to get revenge on Pansy. And I need some ideas on pranks. Have any good ones that muggles use?"

Hermione's eyebrows rose in confusion. "You want my help with a prank idea?"

"Well, muggle kids pull pranks right?"

"Well, yeah, but I've never done one myself."

"You should join us. We could always use another pair of hands," you suggest.

Hermione's eyes light up. "Really? I'd love to."

"So, do you have any ideas?"

"A few."

After you bring Hestia into Hermione's dorm, you discuss what she has in mind.

"This one's a classic. It's been done on me a few times actually." You and Hermione make eye contact and there's an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before Hermione continues explaining. "So, we need a bucket, eggs, wax, juice, lotion and a ladder." She writes down a list of the items and gives them to you. "Hestia, I need you to figure out when Pansy will come back to her dorm."

"Oh, easy. She always watches Slytherin's Quidditch practices."

"Good. So, here's the plan."

The next day, you peer under Hestia's bed, where all the supplies are hidden. It's halfway through Slytherin's Quidditch practice and the three of you had gathered on Hestia's bed, preparing for revenge.

You crack a few eggs into the bucket and pour in orange juice. Hestia squirts in lotion and you both wait for Hermione to come back with the melted wax.

She comes in a few minutes later, a small pot of steaming blue candle wax in a gloved hand. She smiles at you. "Ready?"

You nod and you and Hestia reply at the same time. "Ready."

She pours half of the wax into the mixture. Hestia takes out a spatula and starts mixing. When Hermione nods she stops and lifts the bucket and carries to the ladder. You open the door the right amount and Hestia places it on top.

You both turn to Hermione and she smiles, full of satisfaction. "This is good."

"Just good?" Hestia asks.

"Better than good."

You check the time. Only five minutes left. Hermione hides under Hestia's bed, Hestia under Pansy's and you duck behind Hestia dresser.

After a while of waiting, you hear footsteps coming towards the dorm room. You look at Hestia and she nods.

The door opens and you levitate the bucket, making sure all of its contents spill onto Pansy. She gasps as she grabs a handful of the mixture from her hair. She screams and you all run past her, giggling like little girls. You rush to your room and land on your bed.

"Merlin's beard! That was amazing!" Hermione exclaims.

"Did you see the look on her face?! That has to be one of the best pranks we've ever pulled."

You both turn to Hestia, waiting for a gushing remark on your latest revenge, but she has a look full of worry. "I don't know. She looked pretty freaked out. Maybe I'll go check on her."

"Oh come on, Hestia! At least admit it was funny."

"Okay, fine. It was a bit funny." She stands and walks out her footsteps fading towards her room.

You sigh.

Hermione smiles. "It's fine. She'll realize what type of person Pansy is eventually."

"I hope so."

You don't know why or how, but suddenly, Hermione's lips were smashed onto yours.

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hey! would you be open to hear a very long request for an imagine? it’s based off a dream I had?

Of course, love! Dreams are a great source of ideas since they tend to be full of your own thoughts. I'd love to hear what your request is!xoxo The Burnt Bellflower

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The Day Before You

Request: Can I have a George x Malfoy!Reader where the reader doesn’t get along with her family much. Then she goes to the yule ball with George because she’s in a fight with her family.

Pairing: George x Reader

Word Count: 516

The day before the Hogwarts Express leaves Platform 9 3/4

"You know I don't want another ring!" you scream at your mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

Narcissa sighs. "I've never heard of someone who doesn't want more jewelry."

"You can give it back to him. I don't want anything to do with him."

"He's a perfectly fine, pure, and handsome young man. I don't know why you won't accept anymore of his gifts."

"He's an overconfident, arrogant, wealthy pure blood who thinks he's better than everyone. Zacharias Bagnold is nothing more than a bastard!"

"Language!" Narcissa exclaims. "If you're not interested, I understand. But you can't just let him wait for nothing."

"So you want me to squeeze all the money out of him first?" you ask angrily.

"No. Well, er, yes. I just want you to take advantage of the current situation."

"Because that's a great lesson to teach your daughter: make sure to squeeze out the money from someone if they like you!"

"You're being very rash!" your mother defends.

"And you're the worst mother someone could ask for!"

You storm off you to your room, your leather combat boots that you secretly bought from an undesigner store from Diagon Alley shake the house slightly and you stomp to your room and slam the door closed.

The day before the Yule Ball begins

George lifts his wand and sparks fly up to the ceiling of the Great Hall. They take shape and spell out 'Yule Ball Y/N?'

You get up, putting on the best shocked happy face your face could muster and run towards the Gryffindor table.

George meets you in the middle and you jump into a big embrace, just like you two planned and practiced. You couldn't wait to see your parents faces when they hear the news.

There are several cheers from different tables. You look over George's shoulder to find half of the Professors even Dumbledore smiling and clapping.

Everything is going according to plan. You and George both look over to your infuriated 4th year siblings and smirk.

The day before the first D.A. meeting

You stifle a sob as George turns over your hand to see 'I will keep my mouth shut' engraved in cuts across your hand.

"Umbridge," George whispers, and you nod, tears rolling down your face.

He cups your cheeks in his palms and you stare into each other's sorrow filled eyes for a few moments before he wraps his arms around you. You feel safe and warm, as if killing curses would be flying past you and you wouldn't even notice.

The day before Professor Slughorn's Christmas Party

"How long should we keep this act going?" you ask, twirling your fingers around the edge of George's sheet.

"Acting? I never realized we were acting."

You smile into his chest and breathe in the strong scent of his cologne. "Me neither."

The day before the Battle at Hogwarts

You break away from the deep kiss. "Which one of us do you think will die first?"

"I hope it's me, because I couldn't bear a second knowing that you're gone forever."

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Staring

Request:  Hey! Could you please ship me with someone from Harry Potter series? I am girl and a slytherin. I have black hair and dark brown eyes and I am a bit chubby. I am not very confident but I rarely let people see it. I can easily manage a good resting bitch face. I am not very close to my family but I have one or two very good friends who know my fun side.(internet friends). I like reading and painting. And I like proving other people wrong.

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 301

“Y/N!” Someone familiar called out your name. “Y/N!” you look up to your friend, Hestia, wide eyes and smirking. “He’s doing it again!”

“Hestia,” you sigh, turning your attention back to your book, “You know for a fact that I couldn’t care less.”

Hestia grabs the book from your fingers. “Maybe, if you kept your nose out of your book for once you would realize how cute he is. You know with his freckles and ginger hair.”

“If you think Ronald Weasley is so cute why don’t you date him?” you ask sarcastically, taking your book back.

“Because I’m not the one he’s staring at. But okay fine, if you don’t want him, you’re obviously too scared. I mean it’s very like you to go up to a Gryffindor and ask them out.”

You glare at her. “Is that supposed to be a challenge?”

Hestia shrugs smugly, a smile forming on her lips. “It is what you see it as.”

“And if I go there and ask him out you’ll finally stop bothering me about him?”

Hestia shrugs again, “maybe.”

“Fine.” You stand up from the Slytherin table and start walking towards Ron and his friends. Your confidence wavers for a second, butterflies filling your stomach and worry tying it into knots, but you keep your face straight.

By the time you reach the Ron, half the table is staring at you. Your nerves were at their high and your were trying your best to calm them down.

Surprisingly the words came out in a flood, no stuttering or hesitations. “You’ve been staring at me for the past few weeks, Weasley. I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?”

Ron stared at you with his mouth hanging open. After a few seconds of silence Harry answers for him. “He would love to!”

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hey do you have a masterlist where I can easily find your imagines? they are great by the way

Thank you my love! I’m glad you enjoy them!

Yes I do! I have adjusted the appearance of my blog so you can find it alot easier. The link to it is here. 

I just edited it and realized how pathetic and empty it is. Well, I hope you enjoy my fics anyways. Bye my loves!

xoxo The Burnt Bellflower

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Mindless Dreamers

Summary: Sirius finds the mirror of Erised. What will it take to for you both to sort out your desires?

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Word Count: 1136

A/N: Sorry it’s been awhile! I’ve been a bit busy, but I hope you enjoy!

"Come on guys, faster!" Sirius says, moving faster and bringing us with him.

"I think we should have brung my invisibility cloak," James says looking around the dark hallway. "Coming out here in the middle of the night unconcealed was a bad idea."

"We would have remembered to if Padfoot hadn't woken us up to see some mirror at 3 AM," you complain.

Remus shakes his head, "why did I agree to this?"

"Oh, shut it and follow me." Sirius leads you into a part of Hogwarts you've never been to and you were sure that James and Remus hadn't been either. It's empty except for one thing. It's the thing you've been reading about for the past week.

"The mirror of Erised," you and Remus whisper at the same time.

"The mirror of what?" James and Sirius ask at the same time.

"It shows us the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts," you explain.

"Really? I thought I was just a crackhead."

"What do you see in it?" Remus asks.

"I see...I see me. With all of you guys, but we're all grown up. I have a home."

You are curious to know what the details were to Sirius's deepest desire, but decide not to push it. "What do you see Prongs?"

"Lily's beside me. She kissed my cheek! Too bad this thing doesn't show the future."

Sirius nudges James with his elbow. "Wow Prongs, talk about wet dreams, am I right?" You send him a glare and he coughs. "Well Remus, what do you see?"

Remus steps up to the mirror. "I'm under the full moon, but I didn't transform. I'm normal." Everyone stares at him uncomfortably. He notices the tension he created. "What about you, Y/N?"

"I'm holding a book. A finished, printed copy with my name on it." You step away from the mirror, sneakily leaving out one part: beside you is Sirius, with his arm around your waist.

It was common knowledge that Sirius was a "Lady's Man" or whatever. He moved from one girl to the next, shattering hearts, stealing first kisses and sometimes (a lot of the time) virginities. You just never thought you would be another one his mindless dreamers.

You keep your face sloppy and pretend to be tired. "Let's go to bed. As much as I like dreams, I'd rather have them when I'm sleeping."

There are a few mumbles and yawns of agreement, as the three of you sleepily stumble away, leaving Sirius in shock.

"Come on guys! Don't you see how cool this is?"

"We can see it in the morning," James replies.

"Fine," Sirius complies, following behind you.

James and Remus walk ahead, leaving you with Sirius's company. After a few minutes, you break the silence.

"I'm sorry we couldn't stay longer. It really was amazing."

"It's okay, I guess. I don't know why I got so excited."

"What did you really see?" you blurt out.

"What?"

You let out a sigh. "Oh come on. You've got to be kidding me."

"No, I'm pretty Sirius." He chuckles at his own joke and you can't help but smile at how bad it is.

"Anyways," you say, trying to get the conversation back on track. "I've known you since first year. I know that you don't get hyped for nothing. You didn't see all of us. What did you really see?"

His smile seems to melt away, and he looks down at the floor. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do Sirius. Don't lie to me."

"That's what I-"

"No, it's not. Don't open you mouth to talk to me again unless it's what you really saw." You storm down the halls as quietly as possible and make it to your room without speaking another word to anyone else.

You wake up to someone shaking you. You groan and turn away, trying to fall back asleep.

"Wake up, Y/N," a familiar voice says, and you open your eyes. Remus and James stand over you.

"What do you want?"

"Something's wrong with Sirius," James replies.

"And this is news?"

"Well, something else is wrong with Sirius."

"He won't get out of bed," Remus says. "He says he's thinking. Which is very unusual, because it's Saturday and he's a morning person."

You sit up and groggily wipe your eyes. "How did you guys even get into the girls dormitory?"

"Lily and Remus did some magic, and, poof, now boys can climb the stairs without it turning into a slide," James replies.

"And that charm will fade in two minutes and thirty four seconds. Get dressed quickly and come to his dorm. I think you're the only person he'll talk to."

The boys leave quickly. You take a long look in the mirror. Something is off. Very off.

You change into your robes and brush a comb through your hair a few times. You bustle down the stairs, cross the common room, and run upto the boys dormitories.

You slow your rushing as you get closer and closer to the dorm. By the time you're outside the door, you stop fully. You peek inside.

Ah ha! you think. Busted! James and Remus are at the edge of Sirius's bed. Sirius is standing in front of them, fully awake, shirtless, while wearing his favorite pink bunny pyjamas.  You stifle a laugh. You put your ear next to the opening and squint, trying to hear what they're saying.

"She'll be here in a few minutes," says Remus. "I suggest you get in bed and look as sleepy as possible."

There's shuffling and a squeak from the four-poster.

"Do you think it'll work?" Sirius asks.

"The sexual tension between you guys is so frustrating. If this doesn't work, I don't think I'll survive another year with you."

Okay, yes. There were awkward moments between you and Sirius, but you wouldn't call it sexual tension. More like awkwardness that got weird in all types of ways.

"What he means is yes. It will work," Remus replies.

You knock on the door and two pairs of feet rush up to the door. Remus opens the door.

"We were just leaving. We hope you can do something."

James nods in agreement and they walk past you.

You walk in and sit on the edge his four-poster. "Hey Sirius."

He turns away from you.

"I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. You can talk to me."

"You."

"What?" you ask.

"I saw you. You're the person I saw in the Mirror of Edisred."

"Erised," you correct.

He laughs. "Yeah, that."

You lie down on the bed and inch closer to him. He wraps his arm around your waist playfully.

"I saw you too."

He looks up at you, expression filled with shock and what looked like a pinch of excitement. "Really?"

"Yeah."

Sirius tackles you on the bed. He ends up on top of you.

"Sirius!" you exclaim. "Get off me!"

In a rush of sheets, tickles and laughs, you lips find his. Arms wrap around necks and waists, fingers explore bodies, and smiles are more contagious than ever. 

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Captain Hardrock

Marinette: *walks in on this sad-looking boy, who is meditating*

Marinette: *watches intensely*

Marinette: YOU A FUCKIN' EMO HIPPIE. I think I'm in love!

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You’re My End

Summary: George takes care of you after a long night at a party and you start to warm up to him. 

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1365

Warnings: None

“You’re acting strange, are you sure you’re alright?” The voice sounded very far away even though the person saying it was right next to you. It didn’t make any sense. You laughed at this.

George Weasley lay the backside of his hand on your forehead. “Your not hot.”

“Really? Cause you sure are,” you chuckle.

George’s eyes widen and he picks you up bridal style from the bench you were sitting on. “You are definitely not well.”

Scenery flashes by, glimpses of grey stone, wooden doors and damp night grass fill the next few seconds of your vision. Or hours. You didn’t really know or care. You chuckled again.

Suddenly, you felt comforting soft sheets underneath you. You let your muscles relax into the bed, before realizing that you completely forgot to do your assignment.

You got up quickly - well as quickly as you possibly could, right then your legs were as if they were made of jelly, and you sort of fumbled out of the bed. George looked back to you from talking to Madam Pomfrey.

“Get back in bed,Y/N,” he says walking to you.

"But I have an assignment due,” you protest. Your eyes droop down a bit, but you open them as wide as possible.

“That doesn’t matter right now. Just get back into bed and everything will be alright.”

“I sure hope so,” you say before closing your eyes fully and falling back into nothing

You start to gain consciousness and open your eyes for a split second. Bright white lights blind you and you shut your eyes. Trying to remember what happened the night before, you clench your eyes.

The Gryffindor party celebrating the Quidditch win; Shots and chugs of Firewhiskey; George laying you on a bench in the hallway beside the Fat Lady. All these memories flash by, even though you were surprised you remembered anything at all.

George. You sit up abruptly, wide eyed and frantically look around the room. There’s a pounding in your head and crumple back into bed, your middle finger and thumb wrapped around your temple.

Madame Pomfrey quickly rushed to your side. “How are you feeling dear?” she asks in a soothing voice. Her cool palm meets your forehead and you sigh from the pleasure of the cold. “Your temperature is a bit high. But with a bit more rest you’ll be-”

What you would be, you never found out, as you had interrupted her mid sentence, by leaning over the the edge of the bed and throwing up all over the tiled floor. “Oh my,” Madame Pomfrey says. She quickly gets up and charms a mop from her office to the side of the bed, making it clean up the mess.

“Where’s George?” you manage to croak, as Madame pomfrey comes back with a glass of water.

“He’s at his classes. He said ‘I’m in as much trouble all ready. I don’t want to get even more detentions for being late.’ He’ll be back when they’re over.”

Your thoughts were muffled by the aching pound in your head and sour taste of leftover vomit, but knowing that George would be there soon made you relax a bit more. Even before Madam Pomfrey gave you the resting potion your eyes had dropped down and you mind was slipping into calm.

“Y/N. Y/N wake up.”

Your eyes flutter open to the sight of George Weasley’s face above you. “Madam Pomfrey says your allowed to go now.”

You groan and turn to the other side, trying to avoid getting up.

You are stripped of your warm blanket and the cold makes you shudder. “Come on. I made sure Hermione would tell the Professors about you. Your assignment due date has been extended by two days.”

“Give me back my blanket,” you demand, huddling into fetal position, trying to grasp some warmth.

“Not unless you get up.”

“Is that supposed to be blackmail?”

“Yes. Now get up, or I’ll make you get up.”

You roll over and fall out of the bed. “Ow,” you moan. George helps you up and you rub your elbow which had taken a hit at the metal part of the bed.

George starts chuckling. You glare at him, “This isn’t funny.”

“It really is,” he replies. George tries to keep his composure, but he ends up laughing all over again.

You ignore him and walk over to Madam Pomfrey, thanking her before you walk out of the Infirmary and onto the damp grass of the Quidditch field.

A pair of feet crunch the grass quickly behind you.

“Y/N,” George pants. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

You turn around with you arms crossed. “I don’t see a reason to be sorry. I was touchy for a second. It’s not your fault.”

“But I’m still sorry.”

“Okay.”

George leans in close and just as his lips are about to meet yours he wraps his arms you. You keep your arms by your side but nuzzle your head onto the small space between his shoulder and neck.

“I forgot your blanket.” his voice softly breaks the comfortable silence that could have lasted hours. You break away from the embrace and start walking towards the school.

“That’s okay. I’m not that cold.” As if on cue, a cold breeze ruffles your clothes and you shudder.

George takes of his sweater and wraps it around your shoulders. You instantly feel warmer and shivers run down your spine from the smell of his cologne coming off you.

“Thanks,” you mutter and turn to look at him. George catches your gaze and smiles at you. Your heart flutters and you feel heat rise up to your cheeks.

You continue the walk in silence, occasionally taking side glances at George to make sure this was really happening.

“You know that night?” George asks, keeping his eyes on his piece of parchment.

You look up. “Yeah?” You always called the night before you went to the Infirmary for your hangover 'that night.’

“The reason I took you away from the party was because,” he sucks in a long breath, “I saw you snogging McLaggen. And I was so,” he pauses, “so jealous. He pinned you against the wall and was all over you. Your fingers were in his hair and your legs were wrapped around his waist.” You watch as a tear rolls down your boyfriend’s cheek and stains his parchment.

“George,” you begin but he continues.

“Even though I barely knew you, even though it shouldn’t have bothered me, it did. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. I kept watching until he was about to lead you up to the boys dormitories. I knew what was going to happen. So I had to.” George’s voice cracks and he looks up at you for the first time since he began talking about that night. His eyes were red and puffy and just looking into them shattered your heart into about a million pieces. “I had to stop it.”

“George,” you say, holding his face in your palms. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He looks away. “I don’t know.”

You press your lips against his. You use your thumb to wipe away the tears from his wet eyelashes. His hands slowly travel from your waist to your hips, as if he was using them to carve your curves.

You break away to swallow in some air. “George,” you breathe out. “George, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid.” George admits. “Afraid that you would think I was some freak instead of the 'knight in shining armor’ pedestal you’ve put me on. I loved someone thinking that I had saved them from a horrible hangover, even though the thing I did was out of pure jealousy. I was afraid that if I told you, you would take me off the pedestal and I wouldn’t be special to anyone.”

“You are special. You’re special to me, if I think of you as a knight in shining armor or not.“

"Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I think your my end.”

“What?” you lean back, surprised by the sudden blurt of honesty.

“I always knew it would happen. Sometimes thinking about you makes my heart fly and sometimes it makes my stomach sink. I know it would be a long process to get to you and my life would be a rollercoaster of ups and downs before you until you would complete my life.”

“I think you’re my end too.”

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My Hopes And Dreams

Me: When I have the money, I'm going to Orlando, Florida.

My Friend: Me too! I love Disney World!

Me: HA! HA HA HA HA! AH HA HA HA! You thought I was talking about Disney World! AH HA HA HA HA! Forget that, It's all about my boi Hairy Pottah!

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Chirades

Hermione: *is on all fours, with some weird constipated look on her face*

Ron: A dog with diarrhea!

Hermione: *Her face goes from the weird look to annoyed* No.

Harry: *Throws his hands up* I give up. We've been guessing for the past fifteen minutes!

Hermione: *Gets up from her position* I was a Triceratops, you blithering idiots!

Harry: You mean one of those old extinct creatures that most wizards don't know about because this school doesn't teach us common science?

Hermione: Yes.

Ron: Anyways, it's my turn!

Ron: *moves in front of them and stands stiffly*

Harry: Neville when he was petrified by Hermione!

Neville from the other room: I wish you guys would forget about that!

Ron: No.

Hermione: It could be anything. Give us a hint.

Ron: Ask me if I'm a chicken nugget.

Harry: Are you a chicken nugget?

Ron: Ohmigod! Yes! You're so friggin smart! I mean Hermione over here needed a hint, but you solved it all on your own! *wipes a tear from his eye* I'm so proud.

Hermione: *questions the existence of Ron's morality*