slytherinsimp12

[slytherinsimp12]

hi! love ur ‘only by name’ fic :) do you think you’ll make a part 2? x

𝓐 𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮

Author’s note: Heyy guyss. This is the sequel to Only by Name. I wasn’t going to write it at first, but since you guys liked the first part so much- here it is! This took me longer than usual, but I think it was worth it because this turned out pretttyy good. Should I start a taglist for anymore updates? Happy reading xx

Summary: Everything was different after hogsmade, but in the best way possible. For three months it was Y/N and Harry. No one knew, and they couldn’t ask for anything better. All that changed when people started to find out about their relationship- a Potter and a Lestrange?

Warnings: Harry being an absolute cutie and being overprotective asf to defend Y/N. Use of the word ‘dickhead’.

The following night after hogsmade they were on the Astronomy Tower, wind in their hair, the stars above them were mysteries to Y/N, even though her own mother was named after one. Her entire “family” to be exact. But there Harry was, explaining the stars to her with the utter most excitement. He took her hands and used them to point to the stars above. Naming them as they went.

“I don’t know what comes next,” Y/N whispered. Harry took the hint that they weren’t talking about stars anymore. He took her hand and brought it to his lips.

“Then we figure it out together.”

She leaned into his shoulder, and for the first time in a long time, the world felt quiet. Not because it had changed. But because she finally believed he wouldn’t leave when it didn’t.

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It felt like a dream at first—surreal and untouched by reality. When no one knew, it was theirs alone. Everything was perfect. Harry and Y/N were perfect.

He brought her chocolate frogs after long days. Wrote little notes on scraps of parchment and charmed them to fold into paper roses that floated into her bag.

She painted lightning bolts on his arm in ink during boring History of Magic lectures. Called him “the Chosen One” with the most sarcastic smirk he’d ever seen.

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3 months passed, keeping their relationship a secret, but one mistaken encounter at the astronomy tower and word spread like a hex- Harry Potter and a Lestrange. Together. No one knew the details, of course, but they didn’t need to. The rumor alone was enough to spark a wildfire.

In the days that followed, Y/N felt it everywhere. The stares. The whispers. The space people left between her and them in the corridors like her bloodline might be contagious. Like she might seduce them and infiltrate their brains like she did with Harry. And Harry—he felt it, too. Only he didn’t flinch from it. He stood closer, walked beside her with his head high, and dared anyone to say something to her face.

They didn’t. Not yet. But the looks were loud enough.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The Gryffindor common room was unusually quiet when they entered together that evening. Conversations dipped. A third-year girl nudged her friend and whispered behind her hand. Even Seamus gave Harry a half-raised brow as he passed.

Y/N didn’t say anything. But Harry noticed how her shoulders tensed. How her fingers dug just a little too tightly into the strap of her bag.

Once they reached the couch, she dropped down with a sigh and stared into the fire. Harry watched her for a moment, then sat beside her and gently brushed her hair back behind her ear. Merlin, he was the sweetest.

“You okay?” He asked.

Y/N didn’t answer immediately. Her voice, when it came, was soft. “Do you think it’s always going to be like this?”

“What? Kids being dickheads?”

Y/N rolled her eyes jokingly

“No…People remembering who I’m related to. The chosen one and the deranged Lestrange! Look at us! A potter and Lestrange!!”

Harry hesitated trying to calm her from this mental breakdown she was clearly having. But, he reached for, took her hand in both of his, and squeezed. “They’re not remembering you. They’re clinging to a name. You scare them because you don’t fit the story.”

She gave a hollow laugh. “I am the story.”

Harry’s jaw tightened. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “You are not your mother. You are not her choices. And you’re not alone in this.” He paused. “You have me. Whether they like it or not.”

That made her look at him. Really look. Her eyes were glassy, like she was holding something back, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to feel this much and still be strong. She never in a million years imagined she would find someone who loves her for her.

“I don’t deserve you,” she whispered.

Harry leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then rested his own against hers.

“You don’t get to decide that,” he murmured. “I do. And I’m not going anywhere.”

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A group of Slytherins cornered them in the corridor after Defense class.

“Well, if it isn’t the Dark Lord’s favorite lovechild,” sneered Pansy Parkinson. “Got the Chosen One wrapped around your wand, have you?”

Y/N didn’t flinch. She had gotten good at not reacting.

But Harry? He stepped in front of her before she could even take a breath.

“Say one more word,” he warned, voice low and sharp.

Crabbe muttered something that sounded like “traitor’s pet.” That was the final straw.

Harry didn’t even reach for his wand this time—he just moved. One shove had Crabbe pinned against the stone wall, breath knocked from his lungs. The corridor went dead silent.

“Next time you talk about her like that,” Harry said, his voice calm but furious, “you’ll wish I used a spell instead.”

Y/N never saw this side of Harry, was it bad that she loved it? Was it bad that she loved him…?

“Harry,” Y/N said quietly behind him, touching his shoulder. “Let it go.”

He didn’t move for a moment. Then, slowly, he stepped back. Crabbe slumped to the floor, wheezing.

Y/N didn’t say anything as they walked away, but Harry noticed her hand was shaking when it slipped into his.

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The following night, Harry and Y/N made their way to the Room of Requirement, for some peace and quiet. They curled up together on a conjured couch surrounded by quiet candlelight and forgotten pillows.

She leaned into his side, silent for a long time, then finally said, “You didn’t have to defend me.”

Harry turned, brow furrowed. “I always will.”

“I’m not used to people standing up for me. Not like that.”

“Well…” he brushed a thumb over her cheek. “Get used to it then.”

She laughed softly, the sound muffled by his jumper.

“Why do you care so much about me, Potter?” Y/N smiled.

Harry looked down at her, serious now. “Because you make me feel like I don’t have to be anything other than who I am. Because when I’m with you, I’m not the Boy Who Lived. I’m just… Harry. And you’re not a Lestrange. You’re Y/N. My Y/N.”

My Y/N. No one had ever said that to her. She wanted to tell him. Tell him she loved him. She wanted to hold him tight and pull him closer and kiss him and tell him she loved him so so so much. But she didn’t.

She kissed him—slow, grateful, unguarded. Her fingers curled in the front of his sweater like she was holding onto something solid for the first time in years.

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“I’m just saying,” Hermione said, arms crossed. “You’re risking your reputation AND her safety by being so public about this.”

Ron added, “Public? We are not even of age yet! I don’t think anyone beyond the walls of this godforsaken school cares! But point is- People are looking for something to go wrong, Harry. And if it does… they’ll blame her.”

Harry sat back in his chair in the common room, jaw tight.

“I don’t care,” he said simply.

“Harry—”

“No. I don’t care if they don’t like it. Or if it makes people uncomfortable. Because she matters. And I won’t let her be punished for something she didn’t choose.”

Hermione sighed. “I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

Harry looked toward the girls’ staircase where Y/N had just disappeared.

“She’s worth the risk,” he said quietly.

“And I think I’m in love with her….”

[slytherinsimp12]

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Pairing: Harry Potter x Lestrange!reader

Summary: Y/N spent her entire life at beauxbatons. Her whole world turned upside down when her mother she never met escaped Azkaban, forcing her to transfer to Hogwarts in her 5th year for her safety. Harry knows he should stay away. She’s a Lestrange, the daughter of the woman who destroyed part of his world. But the more he sees of Y/N, the harder it becomes to believe that blood decides who we are.

Author’s note: Hey cuties! I wrote this fic in a moment of creativity when I decided I wanted to put my A- levels in english to use. This is kinda different from my usual writing style- it’s more bookish vibes ig. I’m also currently working on the entire story- including Y/n’s point of view- from when she finds out about the transfer to living in Malfoy manor till falling for Harry. Let me know if you guys would be interested in reading that. Happy reading xx.

Update- Wrote a sequel

He noticed her the moment she walked in.

She wore the red and gold like it didn’t quite belong to her yet. Her head was high, her gaze unreadable, but not cold. Observant. Detached. Controlled, almost. She sat at the far end of the table, away from the usual clusters of fifth years. Her plate was untouched.

“Who is that?” Harry asked, squinting slightly. Hermione’s head snapped up like she’d been waiting for the question.

“That,” she said, voice low but intense, “is Y/N Lestrange.”

Harry frowned. “Lestrange?”

“As in Bellatrix Lestrange,” Hermione hissed, like the name might hex the table. “She transferred from Beauxbatons. A week ago. After her mother escaped. Apparently Dumbledore had to step in personally to get her in. No other school would take her.”

Harry blinked. “She’s in Gryffindor?”

“Yes!” Hermione waved her fork like it was part of the argument. “No one knows how the hat made that decision, but people are saying stuff about her… you tell him Ron.”

Ron leaned in with a mouthful of mashed potatoes. “Total nutter, mate. Looks normal, but I heard she hexed a portrait on her first night because it looked at her funny.”

“Ron,” Hermione snapped. “That’s a rumor.”

“Still. Her mum tortured Neville’s parents. She’s bound to be a bit cracked.”

Harry didn’t answer. He was still watching her.

She didn’t look like someone dangerous. Or unhinged. She didn’t carry herself like someone craving attention, or trying to prove anything. She just… was. Quiet. She didn’t laugh when the first years made a mess. She didn’t even look uncomfortable sitting alone.

She looked up suddenly- maybe sensing eyes on her and her gaze met his. Harry froze. It wasn’t cold. Or hostile. It wasn’t even particularly curious. It was just… calm. Like she’d already figured something out about him, and wasn’t surprised.

He dropped his gaze first.

He felt Hermione watching him and shook his head. “She doesn’t seem like—”

“She’s her daughter, Harry,” Hermione whispered. “That doesn’t just go away.”

Harry frowned, but said nothing.

Because something told him this girl was nothing like the story they were trying to write for her.And whether he liked it or not, he wanted to know why.

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Harry rounded the corner toward the Fat Lady’s portrait and nearly bumped into someone already standing there.

Y/N Lestrange.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder at him, arms folded. “Why won’t she bloody let me in…” She mumbled under her breath.

Harry blinked. “Um… you have to tell her the password.”

“Password?” A puzzled look spread across her face.

“It’s snargaluff root.” Harry said.

The Fat Lady sniffed. “Well finally. I was beginning to think she was just decorating the corridor.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry… first the staircases try to throw me down three times, and now I need to impress a talking portrait to get to bed. What’s next, a hallway that quizzes me on wand theory or eats my shoes if I get it wrong?”

Harry smiled,surprised; he didn’t expect her to be funny.

The portrait swung open with a dramatic sigh. They stepped into the common room together. It was late. The low crackle of the fire filled the room.

Y/N stretched out her hand,

“I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N Lestrange….” Harry continued, shaking her hand.

“Sorry- I’m Harry.”

“Harry Potter.” She finished.

Harry had seen Bellatrix Lestrange’s face before—smeared across wanted posters, screaming from the memory in Dumbledore’s Pensieve, twisted with madness and cruelty. And yet, no matter how much he stared at Y/N, he couldn’t find even a trace of that face in hers. Her features were softer, steadier. Her eyes weren’t wild; they were soft and kind. There was no madness in her smile. No chaos in the way she was. If anything, she carried herself like someone trying not to be noticed.

Harry glanced at her, curious. “So… you settling in alright?”

Y/N gave a small shrug. “As well as someone with a homicidal mother and a French accent can in a room full of people who think I sleep with a dagger under my pillow.”

Harry blinked, caught between concern and trying not to laugh. “Do you?”

She smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He grinned despite himself. “Only a little.”

“Goodnight, Potter,” she said, already halfway to the stairs.

“Night,” he said, still watching her go.

He sat down on the nearest couch and stared into the fire, frowning.

He didn’t know what was happening.

But he was pretty sure it had just started.

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The classroom smelled faintly of parchment, ink, and something burning—probably the result of Neville’s most recent attempt at a Shield Charm. Harry slid into his usual seat in the back corner of Charms, only to realize Ron and Hermione were already mid-whispered conversation across the row.

“He’s doing it again,” Ron muttered, eyes flicking toward the door.

“Of course he is,�� Hermione said, sighing. “Three months ago, he barely noticed she existed, and now—”

Harry looked up just as Y/N walked in.

She didn’t make a show of anything. She never did. She just nodded to Professor Flitwick, scanned the room, and made her way toward the empty seat next to him without hesitation.

“Potter,” she said, dropping her bag onto the desk with a small smirk.

He grinned. “Lestrange.”

She arched a brow. “Still not scared of me? You’re losing your touch.”

“Terrified, actually. I’ve just gotten better at hiding it.”

She gave a quiet, sarcastic laugh as she pulled out her wand. Harry caught himself staring again—not at anything in particular, just her. The way her hair fell forward when she leaned over her notes, how her quill moved fast and messy but confident, how she always seemed like she was both in the room and somewhere far away.

Three months ago, she was a stranger with a reputation.

Now, she was… something else.

Class ended too quickly.

As they packed up, Y/N turned to him and said, “Try not to miss me until next period, yeah?”

“You assume I will,” he shot back.

“You always do,” she said with a wink, then disappeared into the hallway crowd.

Harry was still grinning when Ron and Hermione flanked him on both sides.

Hermione didn’t waste time. “You’ve gotten close to her.”

Harry blinked. “Yeah? So?”

Ron frowned. “Mate, we’re not saying you can’t talk to her. Just—don’t forget who her family is.”

“Right,” Hermione added quickly. “We know she’s in Gryffindor, and we’re not saying she’s her mother—but Bellatrix Lestrange isn’t just a name, Harry. She tortured people. She killed people.”

Harry exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I know who her mum is. Believe me. But Y/N’s not like her. She’s—”

“What?” Ron asked, folding his arms. “Different? Misunderstood? The ‘funny, cool’ kind of Lestrange?”

Harry didn’t answer right away. The thing was, he didn’t have a clear reason. Just… a feeling. A pull. When he was around her, the world quieted down. She didn’t treat him like the Chosen One. She didn’t flinch at his past or parade hers. She was just real.

“I don’t know what she is,” he said honestly. “But she’s not her mother. And I’m not going to treat her like she is.”

Hermione sighed, clearly unconvinced, but she didn’t press further.

As they walked to their next class, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about that last look Y/N gave him.

The way she smiled—not sweet, not soft, but like she saw him and didn’t care who he was supposed to be.

And maybe that’s what scared him most.

Because every time he looked at her, he felt himself slipping.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop.

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The library was quiet. A few students sat hunched over textbooks, and Madam Pince watched them all like they might steal the shelves. Harry hadn’t planned on staying long. He came in looking for notes on their DADA essay, but he hadn’t made much progress—mostly because Y/N was sitting across from him.

She was reading, her quill tucked behind her ear, hair falling slightly over one eye as she leaned over her book. She made a face—half confused, half annoyed—and Harry caught himself smiling.Then she looked up.

He dropped his gaze to his own book too quickly. Definitely too obvious.

“You’ve been on the same sentence for twenty minutes,” she said.

Harry looked up slowly. “Just… taking it in.”

She smirked. “That parchment must be very moving.”

He let out a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well. The writer really captured the emotional arc of ‘Wand Movements: A Historical Analysis.’”

Y/N tilted her head. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Harry leaned back in his chair. “And you’re surprisingly good at reading people.”

She looked at him for a second. Not teasing. Not sarcastic. Just… quiet.

“I’ve had practice,” she said softly.

He wasn’t sure what made him ask, but the words came out before he could stop them. “Do you miss it? Beauxbatons?”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. She looked down at her hands, turning her quill between her fingers.

“Sometimes. It was cold, the rules were insane, and the food was too pretty to eat… but no one looked at me like I was a walking headline.”

Harry nodded slowly. “We’re good at that here.”

“Yeah.” She gave a dry laugh.

Harry’s gaze didn’t leave her face. “You don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”

She looked up again, and this time, she didn’t look away. Her voice was quiet, but steady.

“You don’t believe I’m like her, do you?”

Harry didn’t answer right away. He wasn’t sure he could. Because everything in his life- every reason, every scar, every instinct, should’ve told him to run.

But instead, he said, “No. I don’t.”

Something shifted then. Barely a breath. But it was there. It was there in the way her eyes softened with relief. The way her lips parted slightly, like she might say something else, but didn’t.

Harry’s heart was beating faster than it should have been.

She looked away first this time. “Good. Because I’m tired of pretending I’m not afraid I might be.”

“Then I’ll remind you,” he said.

Y/N looked back up at him, startled.

“Whenever you forget who you are,” Harry said, voice low, “I’ll remind you.”

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Hogsmeade in winter was something out of a postcard—snow lining the rooftops, warm butterbeer fogging up frosted windows, students crunching along the path in thick scarves. For once, Harry wasn’t thinking about the cold, or even the war.

He was thinking about her.

Y/N walked beside him, her gloved hands buried in her coat pockets, cheeks flushed from the wind. She was quiet—but not in the withdrawn way she got around others. It was the kind of quiet that felt easy, like she didn’t need to fill the silence. Like just walking next to him was enough.It was.

They were just passing Honeydukes when the voice came from behind.

“Well, well,” drawled Draco Malfoy. “Didn’t think I’d find a Lestrange slumming it with Potter.”

Y/N stopped, jaw tightening

Draco stepped forward, his smirk already venomous. “Your mum would be so proud. First Gryffindor, now roaming with a half-blood. You’re practically a Weasley in disguise.”

Y/N’s face didn’t move, but her hands curled slightly at her sides.

Draco kept going. “What do you think she’d say if she saw you now? Holding hands with the ‘Chosen one’, cozying up to the very people she wanted dead? Guess blood doesn’t mean much when you’re desperate to belong.”

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry said sharply.

Draco snorted. “What, going to defend your little project? You think she’s some tragic misunderstood soul? She’s just like the rest of her family. She’ll break the second you trust her.”

Harry didn’t think. He just drew his wand.

A second later, Draco was knocked flat on the icy path, skidding backward like someone had yanked the floor out from under him.

He groaned, sitting up and glaring. “You’re going to regret that—”

“Keep talking and I’ll make sure your tongue sticks to the next stone wall,” Harry snapped.

Draco scrambled to his feet and stalked off, muttering curses and clutching his side.

Harry turned back to Y/N. A single tear trickled down her cheeks

“Hey,” Harry said softly, stepping closer. “He’s wrong. All of it.”

They ended up at the Three Broomsticks, a quiet corner table, where no one could see them. Two mugs of butterbeer sat untouched between them, steam curling in the golden light.

Y/N leaned forward slightly. “You didn’t have to hex him.”

“Felt good though,” he said, and she gave a small laugh. There was a pause. And then,

“Thank you…” Y/N whispered.

They sat in silence for a long moment, the steam from their butterbeer curling between them. Her eyes were still a little glassy, cheeks still flushed from anger, from cold, from everything. Harry couldn’t stop looking at her.

Before he could change his mind, Harry leaned across the table, slow but certain, one hand reaching out to brush her hair gently behind her ear. Her breath caught. Her eyes didn’t leave his.And then, he kissed her.

It wasn’t soft. Not completely. It was hungry, like the tension between them had finally snapped and neither of them cared what happened next. Her hand came up to his collar, gripping the edge of his scarf, pulling him closer like she’d been holding that impulse in for weeks. Months. She kissed him like she was daring him to regret it.

And he kissed her like he already knew he never would.

When they broke apart, barely a breath between them, her forehead rested against his, her voice low and unsteady.

“You really are reckless, Potter.”

Harry’s lips brushed a smile against hers. “Takes one to know one.”

She laughed quietly, nervous and thrilled all at once, and Harry realized his heart hadn’t slowed down since the second their lips met.

Then, almost a whisper, he said, “You know… they can say whatever they want. About who you are, who she was. But you’re not her. Not even close.”

He tilted his head, brushing her knuckles with his fingers.

“But I’m still a Lestrange…” Y/N trailed off.

“Only by Name.” Harry smiled, pulling her into a tight embrace.

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Hi do you take some mature Fic requests? I'm sorry I tried finding your info about requesting but I couldn't find any. If you would be lovely if you could write a remus x reader fic. Reader is a slytherin. Enemies to lover one. Thank you sm ! I love the way your write.

Heyy! Sorry I didn’t have any guidelines uploaded before, but you can find them now as my pinned post. Thank you for requesting <3. Tried my best, hope you like it xx

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Summary: You hated him. With every bone in your body, you despised Remus Lupin. He was always silently competing with you in all your classes. Whenever he got a grade higher than you, he would find a subtle way to rub it in your face. On top of it all, his friend group, the ‘marauders’- they called themselves, were revolted by you and your house. You were a slytherin after all, it was wired in their heads to hate you. But, Remus was the worst of them all. At least the others had the curtesy to laugh in your face after a ‘prank’, but Remus. Oh, Remus, would just stand in a corner and penetrate you with his cold gaze. For 7 years, you and your friends had been the butt of their cruel jokes. It all changed one day, when you both got stuck in detention together after an unreasonably cruel prank orchestrated by his friends.

Warnings: NSFW!mdi! P in v , fingering, orgasm denial and language.

(Let me know if I’ve missed any.)

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The Charms classroom buzzed with quiet energy, desks scarred by years of spellwork, shelves lined with humming, glowing artifacts. At the front, Professor Flitwick stood atop a stack of books behind the podium.

“Before I announce the highest scorer of last week’s exam, I want you all to take this student as inspiration, and push yourselves to do better. Remus Lupin, secured a perfect grade, coming first once again!” The tiny professor beamed.

Wonderful. This is just what you needed, Lupin beating you in yet another class. You were seriously considering jumping off the astronomy tower at this point. It was fine at first, you were able to beat him in most classes till 5th year, but 6th year - something changed. Remus changed.

He looked different, his shoulders were broader, his hair longer and messier- cascading like dominoes on his face, he had more scars than before, but you didn’t care enough about him to question it. He even seemed more confident, dare you say more outgoing? He was probably going through late puberty, you could not let his new persona get to you. It was Lupin after all, you loathed him.

After the class ended, you made your way out, a sour look plaster across your face. A cold arm brushed against yours, you looked up and your eyes met Remus’ eyes, he held his test paper up, grinning at you.

“Oh fuck off , Loony Lupin.” You spat, pushing past him.

“Oi, Y/n, you playing quidditch today?” He questioned.

“Why should I tell you? So you and your thick headed lot can pull another one on me?” You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes then!” His voice called after you as you walked away.

The day went by quickly, you made your way to the quidditch field after classes, to join the rest of Slytherin team.

“Y/n!” Your best friend’s called, hugging you from behind.

“We have the field booked for the entire evening today!” She explained.

Halfway through practice, twenty feet in the air, you noticed something odd. Your team captain seemed to be loosing control of his broom. Followed by the chasers and then the beaters, they all suddenly started wobbling and spinning uncontrollably on their brooms. You knew immediately who was behind this. Looking down, you saw James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew laughing hysterically. But Remus, Oh Remus, was just standing in a corner, his gaze not shifting from your direction. Right on cue, your broom started to act funny, your efforts to gain any control of it failed and all of a sudden, you were free falling.

“Arresto Momentum!” A familiar voice shouted.

The speed you were once falling with reduced miraculously, causing you to land safely on the ground. You stood up, mustering all the strength from your body, and charged to the imbeciles responsible for this.

“YOU ABSOLUTE ARSES! I’M GONNA HEX YOU INTO NEXT WEEK!” You shouted at them, reaching for your wand.

“Oh relax Y/l/n, it’s all good fun.” Sirius said.

“Good fun? The rest of the Slytherins are hanging on mid air for their bloody lives!” You countered.

“Don’t be so dramatic-“ James started, but you cut him off.

“Please. If I had your need for attention, I'd hex myself just to get sympathy. At least my personality doesn't rely on harassing innocent people to be interesting." You pointed your wand towards the three of them.

“Y/n, calm down.” Remus’ voice came from behind you. You snapped your head in his direction.

“You shut up. Don’t act like you’re any better than your pathetic little friends!” You spat.

A tinge of anger spread across his face as he reached for his wand.

“What is going on here!!?? Put your wands away right this instant!” A shrill voice demanded.

“Professor Mcgonagall! I was just-“ You tried to explain, but she didn’t care to listen.

With one flick of her wand, the Slytherin team landed safely, but furiously on the ground.

“Save it Ms.Y/l/n. Detention. For you as well Mr.Lupin.” She said, walking away.

You made your way to detention in the trophy room the next day. The air smelt like metal polish, Remus sat with a polishing cloth and a few plaques in his hand, rubbing them vigorously.

“You are not permitted to use magic to finish this task. I will be back in an hour.” Mcgonagall said as she walked out of the room.

You took a seat at the opposite end of the room, as far away as possible, from the brown haired boy. You picked up an old trophy and begin scrubbing furiously.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?”

“No. I think it’s detention. What’s funny about that?” Remus said, not looking up.

“You know you guys could have really hurt someone today! You obviously don’t give a shit though. If whoever performed the ‘arresto momentum’ spell did it a few seconds later, I could have died-“

You were yelling, but you got cut off my him.

“I was the one who performed the spell.” He said, through gritted teeth.

What? Was he telling the truth? Why would he do that? No. It’s still not okay.

“That’s cold comfort! You could have stopped them, but you didn’t! That says enough about you.” You spat.

He was no longer sitting in the corner, he was marching in your direction.

“I don’t need you of all people to be judging my character.” He was angry now. Anger you never saw on him before.

“Why? Did I lie? I’m telling the truth, aren’t I? You act like you’re above all of it. But you’re just as cruel as your friends when it suits you. Godric, I hate you and your lot.”

You kept going. It was almost like word vomit. You could see he was getting really provoked now. He didn’t say anything, just kept walking closer to you. You were standing against the desk now, your fingers gripping it, so you didn’t fall backwards. He was extremely close to you now. The warmth of his breath grazed your skin. Merlin’s tits, when did he get so beautiful? Every logical part of you was telling you to push him away, but something deep inside made you do something you never thought you would.

You grabbed his collar, breathless from arguing, and pulled him into a kiss. Remus didn’t hesitate, he gave in before your lips even brushed. His hands gripped your ass and lifted you upwards, sitting you down on the table. His kiss grew sharp and urgent, slightly biting your lips in between breaths.

“Look at you, can’t think of any snide remarks now?” He said, looking you in the eye, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“Oh shut it Lupin, you know you want it more than I do.” You replied.

He took that as a challenge, his hand moving up your leg, finding your soaked underwear.

“You’re so wet for someone you claim to hate, dove.” He cooed.

His fingers glided over your pussy, your warm slick coating them. You whimpered

as he hit your sensitive clit, legs twitching in response. The taste of iron coated your tongue, biting down as a pathetic effort to try and keep quiet. You felt a familiar knot in your stomach about to be released.

“I didn’t finish-“ You mumbled, as he pulled his digits out.

“D’you think I’d let you cum so easily, love? No. You’re gonna feel every inch of me before I let you cum. I’m going to fuck the hatred you have for me out of you.”

He kissed you again, unbuttoning his shirt. His body was covered in huge scars. The largest one was a violent gash against his abdomen. You trace your palms against the marks, gingerly placing kisses along them. His hands found your jumper, ripping it into half and throwing it across the room.

“Hey! That was my favourite jumper!” You exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ve got plenty more you can borrow.” He replied, cooly.

He looked at you, waiting for approval, before pushing his pulsing cock into you.

You wanted to scream at the size of his member. He moved with a steady speed, your vision was going blurry as he continued to speed up. Feeling your high building up again, he held back his own, wanting to finally release together, he lifted a hand off of your ass, circling steadily over your little button to push you over the edge.

White coated your vision as you came all over Remus’ cock. He pulled himself out, hovering above you.

“Still hate me, dove?” He grinned.

“Just a little.” You rolled your eyes.

He leaned in and pulled you into another quick kiss before helping you get dressed again. You looked at the sad remains of your favourite jumper as Remus gave you a spare one from his bag. It smelt like chocolate with a hint of smoke. It smelt…comforting.

Godric’s balls, y/n. What have you gotten yourself into?

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Pairing : Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary : The stress of your final year at Hogwarts was getting to you, with NEWTs coming closer, you were an absolute mess. You were avoiding everyone, especially him.

“Meet me at our spot?” Remus asked one afternoon, obviously you couldn’t say no. The stress of exams lead you to confess something you never thought you would.

Warnings: Fluff and Mild language.

Author’s note: Hey cuties, this story/fic has no specific gender for the reader , so I’m just gonna tag it ‘x reader’. I wrote this as a way to cope with my own exam stress 😔( instead of studying ofc). Happy reading xx.

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“The essay on ‘The Draught Of The Living Death’ is due this week, remember -16 inches of parchment! Class dismissed.” Professor Slughorn’s announcement met with disappointed sighs from the students. Great, you thought to yourself. One more bloody thing to add to your to do list. You ran your fingers through your hair, coating them in grease. Oh god. How long had it been since you washed your hair? You didn’t even look in the mirror anymore, infact you were pretty sure you weren’t even wearing the whole uniform. They weren’t joking about NEWTs (nastily exhausting wizarding test) , it earned its name. But it’s fine, studying is good. Studying is better than thinking about him. You forced yourself off the desk and tried not to collapse on the floor due to exhaustion.

“You look like hell.” Remus said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Gee thanks, Moony. Always knew how to make a girl feel good about herself.” You replied, sarcastically.

You and Remus made your way to the great hall for lunch, and joined the rest of your friend group.

“Merlin…. What happened to you, y/n?” Sirius asked.

“What is it with everyone today?! Am I the only one who’s not able to keep up with all the work the professors are throwing our way?!” You snapped.

“Well, we do have our NEWTs this year-“

James said, getting cut off by Lily.

“Oh leave her alone! I’m just as exhausted as you, y/n. Honestly , I’m hanging on by a thread.”

The lot of you finished your lunch in silence, exam season was really getting to everyone.

You made your way to the library, not lifting your gaze from the book in your hand, when you bumped into a tall figure.

“Bloody hell, you’re really loosing it, aren’t you?” Remus joked.

“Yea. How aren’t you?” You asked, but you already knew the answer. Remus Lupin ,the smartest student in your year. He never got anything less than an ‘O’ in all his exams, yet he always remained calm and collected. You wanted to ask him how he did it, but you didn’t want to sound like you were praising him or anything. Ew. You guys didn’t do all that sappy bullshit.

“Eh, you know me.” He said, casually.

“I’m worried about you, love. You seem so stressed. Meet me at our spot? After classes? It’s been a while since we’ve had one our ‘chats’. “ He said, giving you that warm Remus Lupin smile that always made you melt. Ugh. Get your shit together, y/n.

“Um. Yea. Okay. I’ll see you there.” You smiled and walked away.

After an unbearably long time, classes had finally finished for the day. You remembered your promise to Remus, dropped your things off in your dorm, and made your way to the Whomping Willow. It had been ‘your spot’ since third year, when you found out about Moony’s furry little problem. You saw Madam Pomfery guiding him to that eldritch tree one night, curiosity took over and you decided to investigate. Remus wasn’t thrilled when you confronted him, but he grew fond of talking to you about things he couldn’t talk to others, not even the marauders. They knew about him being a werewolf, but they didn’t understand or listen to him like you did. So, atleast once a week, you and Remus found yourselves sitting under the Whomping Willow and emptying out the greatest sorrows of your hearts. You laughed and laughed for hours, till neither of you even understood why you were sad in the first place. Remus had this effect on you, he made you feel seen. Not that no one else saw you, but seen in a way no one else had before. Seen and heard. You didn’t want to admit it, but Merlin…. The things you would do for Moony.

The weather was pleasant in an odd way. It wasn’t too sunny nor was it gloomy, it was a perfect mix of clouds and slight wind.

“Y/n!” Remus waved at you, as he laid down under the tree. There was a knot in the tree he would press with the help of his wand, to stop it from crushing you both to your deaths.

“Hiya, Moony.” You laid down right next to him, turning to his side to face him.

“Not handling the NEWTs stress very well then?” He asked.

“What does it look like?” You said, gesturing to your pathetic state.

Remus reached into his pocket and offered you some chocolate. You couldn’t refuse. This was one of the things you loved about him so much, no matter when no matter where, your moony always had chocolate with him. He even smelt like it at this point.

“I miss you.” Remus whispered.

“I’m right here.” You smiled, a tinge of guilt settling in your stomach. You had been avoiding Remus. You loved him so much, he was your person, but you started to develop new feelings- feelings you didn’t recognise- towards him, so you being you, decided to distance yourself from him. He was your best friend, he was moony for Merlin’s sake. Whatever stupid new feelings you had were best kept suppressed.

“No you’re not. I get it, y/n. NEWTs are stressful, but you cannot keep pushing me away like that. You’re my best friend.” Remus complained, tucking a strand of your stray hair behind your ear.

Friend. That word friend made something inside of you hurt. It was strange, you never thought being called ‘best friend’ by Moony would make you feel any shade of sadness, but thats what it was doing.

“Well, that’s the problem, isn’t it?” You blurted out. You didn’t care if he knew now, it was paining you too much to keep it all in.

An addled look spread across Remus’ face.

He took you by your wrist and rolled you towards him, pulling you into a tight embrace. You both started to laugh uncontrollably.

“Oi! Loony Lupin! Let me gooo!” You protested, squirming against his grip. You didn’t want to admit it, but you felt so safe in his arms. Nothing could go wrong right now, not when Moony was holding you.

“Never! Not until you tell me what that meant.” He chucked into your shoulder.

You stopped laughing and looked him dead in the eye. Can’t you tell? Look me in the eye, Remus. Can’t you tell that I’m in love with you? You thought to yourself, but obviously, you couldn’t say that.

Suddenly, you noticed how close the two of you actually were. His hands were around your waist, both your faces inches away, you could feel his warm breath against your cheeks.

You jerked upright, escaping his grip, and stood up.

“Right, erm… I’m gonna go-“ You mumbled.

“Y/n! Stop! Why are you being like this?” He shouted after you.

“Why am I being like this? How thick can you be!!?? Honestly Remus, for someone so smart, you really are dumb.” You spat, not caring what he thought.

“What are you talking about, y/n?” He stopped you from walking, standing too close to you for your liking.

“I’m bloody in love with you, you fool.” You managed, your voice barely a whisper.

Well, thats the end of your friendship with Remus Lupin. He was probably gonna laugh in your face now, with the rest of the marauders of course. But wait, he wasn’t laughing- his eyebrows creased as a delicate smile spread across his face.

“Oh love, why didn’t you just say so?” He closed the distance between the two of you by pulling you into a deep kiss. You kissed back, maybe too eagerly, but you didn’t care. You had waited for this for so long, your insides felt like a rollercoaster, as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You pulled away and looked at his face, he was completely undone.

“Maybe instead of avoiding me and drowning yourself in school work, if you had told me how you felt, you would’ve found out that I felt the same way.” Remus said, kissing your forehead.

You smiled. Remus and you, under the Whomping Willow- your spot. Everything was okay now, you felt normal again, after so long.

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The Black brothers getting so incredibly high before a family event they’re being forced to go to. Everyone is just so confused bc suddenly Regulus is acting out like Sirius would and Sirius is in a corner zoning out like Regulus normally does

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You and James have been friends since first year. You both would spend majority of your time together due to quidditch practice. Somewhere along the way, you started to develop feelings for him. You would never assume he felt the same way towards you, even though he flirted with you mindlessly and came up with clever excuses to be around you, you never assumed he would like you any other way than as a friend. All that changes one night, when James finds your diary.

Warnings: Fluff and Kissing.

Author’s note: Hey lovelies, this was originally supposed to be a smutty fanfic but I decided to write the clean version first. If this does well, I’ll write the ‘spicy’ version 🤭. Comment if you want the other version and to be added to the tag list💌Happy reading <3

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with energy after a Quidditch match victory. James Potter, sweaty and exhilarated, looked more beautiful than usual. You watched him slip away from the crowd to grab a Butterbeer, joining you at the snack table.

“That was a nice save towards the end, Potter. I thought you were going to fall off your broom for a second.” You said.

“Fall off? Please, I had it completely under control. The dramatic dive was for effect. You know, to impress certain players” He smirked.

“Oh? And did it work?” You laughed.

“Depends… were you impressed?” He said, leaning in closer to you. A shiver ran down your spine, this is how James was. Friendly flirting until the other person was completely flustered. You should have gotten used to it by now, but you didn’t. You were anything but used to it.

“Maybe a little. But I was mostly impressed you didn’t hit your head again. That’d be, what, the third time this term?” You said, brushing him off.

“Ouch.” He groaned, dramatically clutching his chest.

The celebration continued till 1 am that night, at some point, you, James, Sirius, Marlene and Mary ended up in Sirius and James’ dorm.

“Right, it’s getting late. Me and Mary are gonna head back to our dorm, coming y/n?” Marlene asked.

“Yea. James, is it alright if I leave my bag here? I promise to take it first thing tomorrow.” You said, little did you know that was going to change your entire relationship with James Potter.

The next morning, you woke up with a horrible migraine. Still, holding up your promise, you made your way to James’ dorm, half asleep, to collect your things.

“James?” You called, before entering the room.

“Come in.” He said from inside.

His hair was messier than usual, his face a mix of surprise and sleep. He was sitting on a chair with his legs on the bed, holding up a diary, grinning like he had just found gold.

Oh for Merlin’s sake. Your diary. How could you be so stupid? You had totally forgotten your diary was in your bag, but you didn’t expect him to go through your things.

“What the hell, James?” You said, anger edging in your voice.

You marched over to him, trying to snatch the diary away, but he pulled it out of your reach.

“James Fleamont Potter, you give that back right now!” You screamed.

James laughed, “Relax, I only read… like, two sentences. Three tops. One might’ve mentioned someone with ‘wild hair and a hopeless ego.’ Ring any bells?” He said coyly.

A red blush crept up your face and made its way to your neck.

“You. Are. Utterly. Unbelievable.” You spat.

“Oh, come on, it’s kind of flattering. You wrote about me! That’s practically a love letter in diary terms.” He joked.

“It is not! Now give it back!” You demanded.

“Nuh uh” he teased, childishly.

“I also called you ‘a walking disaster in Quidditch robes.’ Did you read that part?” You asked, annoyed.

“I knew you noticed my robes! You do like me.” James said, gasping dramatically.

“James” you groaned, getting more and more embarrassed now.

“Hey—don’t be embarrassed. If I had a diary, you’d be in it. Probably underlined. With little stars and everything.” He joked, stepping closer.

He handed you your diary back, his fingers brushing yours just a second longer than they needed to.

“I didn’t read anything else, promise.” He said.

“Thanks…” you whispered.

There was a pause, neither of you moved. The room was quiet, except for the crackle of the fireplace. You could hear James’ heartbeat, his breath and you could feel his closeness.

“You know…. I was half- hoping it was about me, when I found it.” His voice was quieter, as he took a small step closer.

Your eyes searched his, looking for truth.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I’ve been walking around pretending not to feel what I feel. And it’s exhausting, honestly. I’m James Potter—I’m not built for subtle.” He answered.

“That is definitely true.” You said, smiling and rolling your eyes.

“So if you’re pretending too… I don’t know. Maybe we can stop. Just for a minute.” He pleaded, taking your palms in his.

He was so close now. Close enough for you to see the freckles under his eyes, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks, close enough for you to smell his scent.

His voice dropped lower, barely a breath.

“Is it so terrible? Liking me?”

“No. It’s terrifying.” You admitted.

James’ hand slips up to your cheek, his thumb brushing your jaw, you lean into him instinctively. He closed the space between the two of you, placing a warm kiss on your lips. It was soft, but a little hesitant at first, like the both of you were trying to memorise this feeling. His lips move against yours gently, like a question being answered with every second you didn’t pull away.

You break apart, just barely, your foreheads rest together, and he’s smiling like he’s completely undone.

“Took you long enough.” You smiled, breathless.

“Oi—I was being respectful. Chivalrous. Noble Gryffindor and all that.” He countered.

“You read my diary, James.” You defended.

“And I’d do it again if it brought me here.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

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⊹₊⟡⋆𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱, 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽-3 (𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓮) ⊹₊⟡⋆

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: It had been a month. You no longer saw James every where, and no matter how much you hated to admit it, you missed him gravely. A dramatic confession takes place in the great hall. Happy ending.

Warnings: Swearing, kissing and angst with a happy ending.

Author’s note: Heyhey, this is the FINAL part of the series. I hope ya’ll enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comment to be added to the tag list, happy reading!

Update (5th may 2025) I changed the confession scene a bit to make it better. I didn’t like the previous one much. Xx

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Part 1 , Part 2

It had been a month. A month of guilt that settled deep in your stomach. Each tick of the clock echoed his absence. Your insides hurt, stained by choices you couldn't undo. His laughter haunted the quiet. You didn’t want to admit it, but oh how you missed his wit. Guilt sat heavy—unmoving, unforgiving, a shadow you couldn't escape.

You didn’t see James that often anymore ; he no longer lingered in the corridors, waiting for you to come around. He didn’t stalk you in the library anymore, you should have been happy- you could finally study in peace- but you weren’t. It felt so wrong; not being immersed by his presence.

Pushing aside thoughts of James, you made your way to detention with professor Slughorn. You had been skipping potions class, dreading working with James. I mean thats how it all started - Potion’s class. So, you decided to bunk it and just read from the textbook, you knew it wasn’t right but you hated confrontation. Obviously, when Slughorn found out, he gave you detention.

You made your way to the dungeons, the musky smell filling your lungs.

“Look who decided to finally join us, take a seat Ms. Y/L/N.” Slughorn greeted.

“You can work with him and sort the bats spleen and eels eyes.” The professor continued. Thats when you noticed another figure sitting in the class. His messy black hair looked longer than usual. Merlin’s sake, this cannot be happening. The universe is definitely punishing you. You made your way to James and let out a low “Hey.”

He looked up, but didn’t say anything, and just smiled.

Oh come on. Why was he being so modest. You wanted him to yell, to scream or to at least give you an annoyed look. Maybe then you would feel less guilty, but no. James Potter, being the man he was, remained respectful. You both sat in silence for half an hour, before James finally broke the tension.

“So, why did you get detention?” He asked.

“For not attending any classes from the past month…” you answered , hesitantly

“What about you?”

“For skipping classes…” he trailed off.

Brilliant. Both of you had been bunking classes to avoid seeing each other.

“Blimey Y/N, you don’t need to look so guilty.” James said.

“It’s my fault, I’m the one who should be feeling that way, not you. After all, it was me who initiated the whole thing. I’m sorry for pushing something you didn’t want.” He continued, sounding too mature for his own good.

“Something I didn’t want!?” You exclaimed, exaggerating the ‘i’.

“Yea, you made that extremely clear that night on the staircase.” He defended.

“I never said I didn’t want this. I never said I didn’t want you…” your voice trailed off.

“You do realise how bloody overwhelming you are, right? Especially your friends, don’t even get me started about them.” You said, letting out a bitter laugh.

“Well this isn’t about them, it’s about us.” His voice raised a little too loud.

“If you really thought about ‘us’ ,then you would have done something when Sirius was firing missiles at me the whole fucking night.” You defended.

“Everything all right?” Professor Slughorn asked, intercepting. You had forgotten he was even there.

“Everything is fine professor. I was just leaving.” You spat, storming out of the room.

James had the audacity to think that you didn’t want him? After you spent years and years trying to deny any ounce of attraction you felt towards him, he had the nerve to say you didn’t want him? Oh how you wanted to strangle him right then and there.

It’s fine. This is for the best. You were never meant for someone as flamboyant as James. You knew better than to get sucked into his world. The following night sleep treated you as a stranger. You sat awake, thoughts of James Fleamont Potter stirring in your head.

Sleep deprived and in desperate need of caffeine, you made your way to the great hall for breakfast, half dressed with messy hair and morning breath. It was a bright Sunday morning, most people slept in, so you thought you were safe. But, boy were you wrong. James sat at the Gryffindor table, standing up hastily as soon as you walked in. Before you could turn around and leave, he pulled out his want and cast a spell that locked the doors of the hall. You looked around the room, noticing very few students, so at least your embarrassment was reduced to half.

“What are you doing, James?” You whispered- shouted.

He didn’t respond. He simply looked at you, smiled, and stood up on the fucking dining table. All his friends were gaping at him, especially Sirius.

“Are you feeling all right in the head today , mate?” Sirius asked.

“Oh shut it, Black.” James commanded.

“Y/n… You know, for someone who’s always been told he’s brave… I’ve never been more terrified than I am right now.” He chucked, everyone was staring at him, but he wasn’t taking his gaze off of you.

“I messed up. I shouldn’t have just sat there that night when Sirius ran his mouth. That was fucking pathetic mate, targeting her like that.” He continued, earning a puzzled look from Sirius.

You couldn’t believe it. Was James Potter really standing up to Sirius Black… for you?

“You walked away and I don’t blame you. I knew what I was doing, but I didn’t know it was wrong. I’m sorry for overwhelming you. And I’m so fucking sorry for wasting a whole month avoiding you, when we could have spent it together.” He reached into his robes, pulling out a bouquet of enchanted flowers.

“Accept my apology, love?”

Your heart was racing, your head was spinning and you knew you couldn’t be trusted with any major decisions right now…. But you didn’t care.

You walked closer to him. He stepped off the table as he handed you the flowers. He knew you hated causing a scene. He knew you didn’t like being seen. He knew what he was doing, he was giving you a Gold Rush, and he was enjoying it so much.

You placed a hand on his cheek, not caring who was looking, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. James wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, completely engulfing you into the moment.

Cheers and whistles erupted from excited students who got to witness a scene this early in the morning. You pulled away from him, to look him in the eye.

“I hate you, James Potter.” You blushed.

“You know you love me, Y/N Y/L/N.” He smirked, still holding onto you.

“Get a room!” Someone , probably Sirius, shouted .

“Oh, we definitely will.” James teased, making you red.

In that moment, you didn’t care who was looking, you didn’t care that everyone else wanted James potter, because you were the one he wanted.

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“Y/N! Wait up!” A voice called, as you were walking to class.

It was Sirius Black. Ugh, what did he want?

“Listen…. I’m sorry about being so… for being such a prat. I gave you a really hard time for no reason, well I had my reasons. You see, James is the closest thing I have to family that I actually love, so naturally I tend to be very protective of him. I thought you weren’t right for him…. Your just …. Quite different from us. Can I put it like that? But, seeing how happy you make our Jamie, I realised I owed you an apology. Oh and also, James threatened my life if I didn’t set things right with you. Anyways, catch you later, I’ve got class. Bye!” Sirius walked away, after unloading all of that on you and not even giving you a chance to reply.

Oh how you loved your boyfriend- James Potter.

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: The day after you and James share a kiss, he invited you to watch him play quidditch. You get jealous seeing him with another girl. You meet his friend group. Things don’t end well.

Warnings: Lily is mentioned as James’ friend for the sake of reader x james,( I love jily), Cursing , Rude Sirius, Angst towards the end.

Author’s note: Hi cuties xx. I hope you enjoy pt.2. I’ll be posting pt.3 soon. Feel free to leave comments or send requests if you have any suggestions/improvements/ ideas for this pt and pt-3. Follow me to keep up the updates. <3.

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You woke up to the sound of your dorm mates bubbling over today’s quidditch match. Your head was throbbing with pain; you barely got any sleep last night. Then it all came crashing back to you, the late night stroll that lead to your kiss with James Potter. Bloody hell. Did it really happen? Or was it just an extremely vivid dream. Dubious about the accuracy of your memory, you got up and quickly got dressed , and headed to breakfast.

The great hall was filled with the chatter of excited students; they were all raving about today’s match. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Well that explains the dung bombs last night.

Your palms were sweating with nerves, you were so not ready to see him yet.

Right on cue, you spotted James sitting with his friends, and stuffing his face with food.

“I’ve got to fuel up for the match. D’you think having this amazing body was easy?” James gloated coyly.

Your stomach filled with butterflies, how pathetic. There James was, an arrogant git, attacking his food like there was no tomorrow. Yet, you couldn’t help let out a small smile.

“Y/n!” James shouted across the hall.

Your face flushed red out of embarrassment. You tried looking away , but it was too late. James jogged over to you.

“Hey pretty.” He smirked.

“Hi.” You said plainly.

“So, today is the quidditch match. You coming to see me play?” He grinned.

“Uh… I don’t know. I’m not really a sports kinda person.” You told.

“Oh come on, just come to see the legendary James Potter in action, love.” He pleaded.

Merlin, how could someone be so obnoxious yet so charming.

“Tone it down a notch, ‘prongs’. “ You teased, making air quotes.

“I’ll see if I can come, i’ve got a lot of reading to catch up on.” You continued, walking away before he could reply.

The encounter left your stomach rumbling. Thanks to that idiot James, you couldn’t even think about keeping down any food right now.

You hated how James left you feeling. You didn’t like anticipating your face in a red flush, you didn’t like seeing double vision in a rose blush, and most of all, you didn’t like feeling vulnerable by the mere presence of someone, let alone a boy. A boy that half the school is in love with.

Going to the quidditch match was a bad idea, letting James in was a bad idea, it went against everything you told yourself from your very start of Hogwarts. Yet, you found yourself doing exactly that.

You decided you could spare a few minutes to watch the quidditch match. You gaslit yourself into believing you were going for the sake of ‘enjoying and learning the sport’, and not for James. You made your way into the Y/H stands, trying your best not to be noticed by the messy haired Gryffindor chaser. Although, you hardly doubted he would notice you from 50 feet above.

The match dragged on for 3 whole hours, and you were appalled by the fact that you stayed the whole duration. You watched a handful of matches your whole life, but this one, this one was different. It had something to do with the fact that, James was so effortlessly good at what he did.

Gryffindor won even though Slytherin’s seeker caught the snitch. They were leading by a 100 points, and James had thrown the quaffle into the hoop more than 20 times. Even you knew that the victory was mostly his doing. The Gryffindor team jumped off their brooms, and started jumping with excitement, adrenaline pumping through their veins. You wanted to congratulate James, it was the decent thing to do, right?

As you were walking up to the ground, a red headed girl beat you to him. She hugged him rather intimately, and placed a kiss on his cheek. Your stomach churned. Maybe it was the nausea from not eating or maybe it was seeing that girl being so close to James, you didn’t care. What were you doing? Coming to a quidditch match for the captain of the Gryffindor team? You didn’t expect him to notice you, then why were you so offended when he didn’t? Without thinking, you ran out the filed, wanting nothing more than to forget about the stupid match, the stupid kiss and stupid James fucking potter.

The following night in the library ,you were drowning in a pile of books, struggling to finish all your assignments.

“We need to stop running into each other like this.” A voice whispered into your ear from behind.

“Although, you seem to be more interested in running away from me than into me.” James continued. Well you’d be damned. He did in-fact notice you at the match.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you mumbled, refusing to turn around and look at him.

“C’mon, love. Don’t be coy. Why did you run away like that? Still flustered after last night are we?” He pressed.

“Piss off, Potter.” You spat, trying to walk away.

“Wait! Don’t be like that. Do you want to talk about what happened last night, is that it?” He asked, gripping your wrist, stopping you from walking away.

“No. Clearly you’d rather talk to that red headed girl you were being so ‘friendly’ with earlier. I get it, the kiss was no big deal. It’s cool” You lied.

“No big deal? Ouch.” He said, removing a fake arrow from his heart.

“That red head earlier was Lily Evans. She’s my good mate. Trust me, you do NOT need to worry about Lily, plus I’m certain she’s got a thing for Snivellus.” James explained.

“Snivellus?” You questioned. What is up with him and these stupid nicknames?

“Long story. Anyway, why don’t you join me and the lads in the Gryffindor common room tonight. We’re celebrating the win.” Was James asking you to meet his friends tonight? No way. There was only one person you found more insufferable than James, Sirius freaking Black. He was obviously going to be there.

“Um- I- I have uh… errands-“ you tried to come up with an excuse but James cut you off.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He said, as he winked and disappeared into the dark.

A few hours after dinner, you reluctantly made your way into the Gryffindor common room. Everyone seemed to be asleep. The room was dimly lit, with cosy sofas arranged next to a roaring fire. You spotted James , Sirius, Remus , Peter, Lily and Marlene sprawled in front of the fire place.

You cleared your throat, making your presence aware.

“Y/n! You came!” James greeted, pulling you into a side hug.

After introducing you to the group, James insisted you sat right next to him on the sofa. At some point during the night, his hands found their way to the small of your back, tracing gentle circles on it. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were starting to enjoy yourself. But that didn’t last long.

Sirius insisted on playing a game of Truth or Dare, where he mostly targeted you. You managed to dodge most of the questions, which really pissed Sirius off.

“Ok. Fine. If you’re not going to answer any of the questions, Y/n, why is it that you have no friends? Why do you walk around alone and eat alone all the time like some depressed loser.” Sirius said bluntly.

Heat spread from your ears to your neck. Your face burned with embarrassment. That did it.

“Fuck off , Black.” You flipped him off , as you stormed out of the common room.

“What the hell, mate?” You heard James say.

You were walking so fast it could be considered running.

“Y/n, wait!” James called after you.

You tried to ignore him, but he caught up with you in the corridor because the stupid stair cases decided to move, again.

“Y/n…I’m so sorry. Ignore Sirius. He can be a real dick.” James said.

“Hey, look at me.” He tilted your head up to meet his eyes. They were filled with regret. He probably regretted calling you tonight. What was he thinking? Did he expect his friends to like you? In what world would that be true? You saw how they picked on people like you. How they bullied those different from them. Why did you expect anything else?

“What are you thinking?” James asked, brushing his thumb against your cheek. He was standing extremely close to you again. Practically hovering. Before you could answer, he pulls you in, locking his lips with yours. A sudden warmth spreads through your body. You close your eyes, the subtle pressure of his hands on your waist sending jolts of electricity down your spine. This was wrong. Stop. Pull away. You thought to yourself, but your body wouldn’t comply. You kissed him back with more aggression than you anticipated, running your fingers through his hair. After what felt like an eternity of pure heavenly bliss, James pulled away.

“Should we head back?” He asked.

Then you came back to your senses. Reality was a harsh slap in the face. Deal with it now, so you’re not left wretched later.

“I can’t ,James. I can’t do this. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought I could handle your friends, the crowds and the constant attention your around. But, truth be told, I really can’t. It’s all too much for me. You’re too much for me…you’ll probably be fine, maybe even better off without me. This was a big mistake.” You said, gesturing between the two of you.

For the first time in history, James Potter was left speechless. His face was engulfed with hurt. You didn’t want to hurt him, but it was better him than you.

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When we said ‘James’, this was not the James we meant. 💀

(Not complaining tho xx)

[slytherinsimp12]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James Potter was charming, mischievous, captain of the quidditch team and very popular among the girls at Hogwarts. He had a certain talent for making his presence aware , a charisma that was unmatchable. You didn’t have many friends, no matter how hard you tried, people never seemed to acknowledge you. To put it quite plainly, you were the polar opposite of James. You spent years trying to push out and ignore any romantic feelings you had for him, because come on… there is no way he even knows you exist…. Right?

Warnings: Mild swearing and kissing/ making out.

Author’s Note: Hi my loves, this is part 1 of a mini series called- Gold rush. I will keep updating, as fast as I can. If you like my work, feel free to send in requests and leave comments 💌. Happy reading xx. Part 2 and Part 3 out now! (Comment to be added to the taglist)

The lively chatter of students filled the corridors. Golden light shone on the cold, aged walls. The air was heavy with the scent of old books, dust and a hint of magic. You made your way towards the dungeons, just in time for Potions class. You were fairly late; your usual spot was taken by another student. You scanned the classroom, looking for a vacant seat. Unfortunately, there was only one, at the very front of the class.

You settled in the empty seat, when you noticed the boy sitting next to you. His messy black hair was overgrown, and ruffled in a way that looked purposeful. His hazel eyes appeared large beneath his round glasses. James Potter was unreasonably attractive, that wasn’t a secret. You spent your first few years at Hogwarts trying to deny it, but it was of no use. You tried telling yourself his good looks didn’t make up for his arrogant and vexatious personality. He was insufferable.

You hated the way he paraded around the school, hands casually tucked in his pockets, increasing his voice by a few extra decibels whenever a pretty girl walked by. You hated the way he effortlessly drew attention to himself as soon as he walked into a room. And what you hated the most, was when he would catch your gaze lingering on him for a little too long.

“Good morning students. I will be assigning you your partners from now onwards. You will stick to these arrangements for the rest of the academic year.” Professor Slughorn announced, earning disappointed groans from the whole class.

“I have learned my lesson after the ‘incidents’ young Mr. Potter and Mr.Black have caused.” He continued, causing wide grins to spread across James and Sirius’ faces.

Slughorn spent most of the lesson reading out the pairs he had made. You were growing impatient, he hadn’t called out your name yet, maybe this was the perfect opportunity to finally make a new friend… and you know, make it last this time.

“Mr.Potter and Ms. Y/L/N” The professor called out.

You have got to be kidding me, you thought to yourself, a horrified look plastered across your face.

“Why that face, love? I don’t bite” James said turning towards you, then to Sirius and letting out a laugh.

You rolled your eyes and left class, saved by the bell.

The next day, you decided to spend your free time in the library and catch up on some homework. Immersed in your work, you almost didn’t notice the figure walking towards you.

“Feeling studious, are we?” James asked, placing his hands on the table and leaning forward.

“I was, until you came along.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, as you stared packing your things up.

“Wait, where are you going?” James asked.

“I’m sorry, is there something in particular you want from me?” You snapped.

“You’re my new potions partner aren’t you? I thought we could study for the upcoming test together.” He said cooly.

“Right… well, I’m y/n.” You said, extending your hand.

“You’re kidding right?” James asked, with an almost offended expression.

“Why would I be kidding about my name?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Bloody hell… I know who you are y/n!” James exclaimed. “Third year, Defence against the dark arts, fourth year transfiguration and history of magic and fifth year, divination and astronomy. Those are all the classes we had together, do you not remember?” James continued.

“Oh- um… yea, I guess.” You said, dumbfounded. You remembered. You obviously remembered. How could you forget? But the real question was, how in Merlin’s Name did James freaking Potter know who you were? Did you hit your head and fall into an alternate reality, where you were one of the bimbos he noticed?

It had been a week since that unforeseen encounter with James. He would wink at you during meals or purposefully walk too close to you in the corridors, just enough for your shoulders to brush. He would pretend like he didn’t notice you, but you could feel his stare penetrate when you weren’t looking.

The following night, you woke up in a cold sweat. Your stomach was churning with nausea; it must have been the puking pasties a girl named Marlene gave you.

You were in desperate need of fresh air. Careful not to wake your dorm mates, you slipped out of bed, not caring that you’re in your pyjamas and decided to take a stroll around the castle. You had to be really cautious to not get caught, you didn’t want your house to loose points. You made your way to the dungeons, as it had a lovely view of the black lake.

“Light them up before Filch comes!” A voice whispered.

“What if the Slytherins wake up!” A shrill voice filled with fear added.

“Leave if you must , Pete! But do not ruin this for the rest of us.” You could recognise that voice anywhere.

You peaked your head from the corner of a wall, spotting James and his group of friends, ‘the marauders’, they called themselves. How cheesy. They were in-front of the Slytherin common room, with what seemed to be dung bombs and fire crackers in their hands.

‘Bloody hell. They’re mental.’ You thought to yourself.

“Shit! Run!” One of the voices shouted.

The crackers exploded, creating loud sounds and a strong pungent smell. From a distance, you could see Filch running towards the mess. Suddenly, you felt someone grab you from behind. Before you could shout, their hand covered your mouth. You turned your head to see James signalling you to be quiet. He pulled you into a hidden corner as Filch scoured the surroundings, looking for the culprits behind the mess.

He released his hand from your mouth.

“What the hell! What are you guys doing! Have you absolutely lost your minds??!!” You whisper shouted.

“Y/N Y/L/N, are you following me?To answer your question, no our minds are very much intact. Just a bit of sweet revenge on the Slytherins. Nothing special.” James smirked.

You noticed just how close the both of you were standing. You could feel his warm breath on your cheeks. You could see the soft curve of his lips and the slight flush in his cheeks. You could hear his heart racing.

He lifted his arm, gently brushing a strand of stray hair away from your face.

Whatever gap was there between the two of you, was closed by James. His lips crashed into yours with an intensity that set your skin on fire. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. All the years of pent up emotions you felt for James came rushing. He pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, the overwhelming force left you reeling.

“Prongs! Prongs, where are you?” A voice hissed.

“Shit.” James said, through clenched teeth.

“Prongs?” You asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

“It’s Sirius. I’ve got to go. Will you be able to go back to your dorm on your own?” James questioned.

You nodded.

“Catch you later, y/n” He said, flashing you that famous James Potter smile.

That alone was enough to make your heart melt.

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[slytherinsimp12]

♡𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓲𝓷’𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 ♡

Pairing : James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You had a one stand with your long term rival, James potter, before Christmas break.

Now back at Hogwarts, James becomes more annoying than usual ; cock blocking you from seeing any other guy besides him.

Warnings : 18+, !minors dni! ,Jealous James potter , Angst , dramatic confessions, smut, oral (f receiving) , body worship , p in v. First time writing smut.

(Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: This is the clean version of the same story.

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The snow covered windows blocked any trace of sunlight from entering the dimly lit Potions class room. The smell of powdered sage and fresh wormwood wafted in the air , creating a perfect ambiance for potion brewing. Students were filled with more energy than usual ; having just returned after Christmas break.

You take a seat at the very front of the classroom, excited for professor Slughorn to start the lesson. All the excitement drains from your face when an all too familiar figure plops down on the seat next to you. His messy black hair covered his forehead, making his Hazel eyes appear brighter and larger.

“Psyched to be back, are we?” James Potter said, flashing you that famous grin of his.

You were dreading this moment since last night; having to see James again after what went down before break. How was he acting so normal?

“What do you want, James?” You asked, annoyed, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“It’s lovely to see you too, y/n. My holiday was great, thanks for asking. How was yours?” He said cheekily.

“Piss off , Potter.” You mumbled.

The conversation was cut short, thankfully, after Slughorn entered the classroom.

You didn’t understand why James was being so nice. He was never exactly unpleasant towards you, but you and James were rivals in all the things that mattered. Whether it was Quidditch or the Grades you got, you both always had to be better than the other in everything you did. This lead to you both exchanging snarky remarks now and then , James teasing you whenever he had the chance. Sometimes, he would take it as far as publicly humiliating you in-front of the whole class by playing practical jokes on you. That’s why you hated thinking about what happened before Christmas break.

It was way past curfew, and the library was empty , except for an exhausted James Potter , sitting at the table across yours. You made the awful mistake of joining him for a cup of coffee. One thing lead to another, and the next morning you found yourself tangled in the sheets of the arrogant gryffindor boy. However, you thought that was the end of it, neither of you would acknowledge what happened and go back to usual. But, James clearly had other plans.

A month had passed and you noticed the fact that James had gone back to normal. Back to being your annoying rival. Nothing else. You didn’t understand why it bothered you so much. This is what you wanted.

One morning, during breakfast, you received a box of sweets from honeydukes and a bouquet of enchanted flowers that turned into butterflies at your touch.

“Who are they from!” Lily said, jumping with excitement by your side.

“I don’t know… there’s no note.” You said as you blushed uncontrollably.

“Someone’s got herself a secret admirer! I personally think they’re from that Ravenclaw boy, Marcus, she’s been talking to.” Marlene shouted, too loudly for your liking.

At this comment, James’ head jolted up, his eyes meeting yours and his expression almost… hurt.

That evening after dinner, you made your way back to your dorm, when you were greeted by a distressed Marcus. His face was badly beaten, a large bleeding gash was across his forehead and he had an enormous black eye.

“Oh Merlin! Marcus what happened!!??” You yelled.

“Y/n… just to be clear, I did NOT send you any gifts this morning. I think it’s best if we stayed away from each other.” Marcus said, as he practically ran away from you.

“Wait! Marcus! Atleast tell me who did this to you!” You shouted after him, but he was already 10 feet away.

The day after, in charms, a kind boy from Hufflepuff was teaching you the right way to hold your wand while performing a certain spell.

“So you want to hold it at an angle of 45 degrees, whilst making a ‘S’ motion with your arm.” He explained, guiding your hands with his. You couldn’t help but smirk, because obviously he was flirting with you. From the side of your eye, you caught a very irritated… almost jealous looking James, staring daggers at the Hufflepuff boy.

About an hour later, you went to Madam Pomfery to get some cream for your finger; you nicked it during potions, when you found that kind boy who had just helped you in charms, lying on a bed. His face was swollen ten times the normal size, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

“Madam Pomfery! What happened to him?” You asked, worried.

“Nasty Hex. He claims one of the Gryffindor boys did it.” She explained.

Weeks went by, but you noticed something extremely unusual. Every single guy from your year was avoiding you. Even the ones you thought were your friends. Something wasn’t right.

“Lily! Wait up!” You called after the red headed girl as she walked to class.

“Hey y/n! How you holding up?” She asked, a pitiful expression plastered across her face.

“How am I holding up? What do you mean?” You sounded almost offended.

“Oh sorry… I thought you noticed by now-“

She countered.

“Noticed what? Noticed the fact that every single boy is avoiding me. Yea. I have bloody noticed that. Do you happen to know why the hell that is? “ you questioned.

“Oh… erm. I really shouldn’t get involved but, James has been beating up and threatening every guy who speaks to you.”

She told.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck?” You hissed through your teeth.

“I’m sorry, love. I thought you already knew. I’ve got to get to class…. I’ll catch you later!” Lily said, as she walked away.

You were furious. Where ever James Potter was, he better watch out, because you were going to END him. You burst into an empty class room to make sense of everything, and thats when you saw him. James was sitting on a desk, with a few books spread open in front of him.

“INCENDIO” you pointed your wand at his books, setting them on fire.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” James shouted, as he jumped up and away from the flames.

“Who the actual fuck do you think you are, potter? You pathetic piece of shit. Beating up guys who talk to me? It was a one night stand. Get over it. You are NOT my boyfriend.” You said, practically up in his face, with your wand poking at his chest.

“How oblivious are you? It may have been a casual thing for you, but it was not bloody casual for me!” He spat back.

“You think you can just exist. Exist being so perfect. Looking so beautiful, that it physically pains to be away from you. I ACHE EVERY MINUTE I AM NOT WITH YOU!” He shouted, pushing your wand aside and getting closer.

Whatever gap there was between your faces was closed by James smashing his lips into yours. You gave in. You finally just gave in, and kissed him back. Oh,with each kiss you were wondering why you resisted for so long. You kissed his jaw then his jaw line and then his ear, leaving hickeys as you went. James trailed a finger down ur spine, giving you shivers.

“James…” you trailed off.

“Oh.. do you not want to?” He asked

“No! No.. I definitely want to , but I don’t have-“ you hoped he’d get the hint.

“I have like an entire pack of condoms in my bag ,over there.”

“wow. Way to make a girl feel special…” you rolled your eyes , but also felt kind of sad , because why did he need so many condoms? Who were they for?. You were spiralling in a train of thought and just then James’ voice snaps you out of it.

“Y/n…. These are the ones i share with the boys… Remus got them from the muggles and this bag here is his.” James said holding up Remus’ bag.

That made you feel so much better.

James picks up where you left it.

James trails kisses from your mouth to you abdomen. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, earning a small smirk from him.

“James, what if someone comes in?”

“Colloportus” James said as he pointed his wand towards the slightly open door.

“There. No one is going to be coming inside, but there will be a lot of cumming inside…” He smirked as he made his lewd remark.

“Yuck James! That was corny even for you.” You complained as you threw your cardigan at him. “Unfunny freak” you sniggered.

After kissing for about 10 minutes, James unbuttoned his shirt, and then goes to remove your clothes.

“Is this okay, love?” James asked

You nodded.

“I need a verbal ‘yes’ y/n.”

“Yes.”

Now both of you were in nothing but your underwear. James started kissing you and slowly made his way down. Oh how you’ve missed this! Once he reached your lower abdomen, he gave you a look and removed your panties. He slid his tongue between your slit.

“Oh Merlin! James!” You gasped, clutching a fistful of his hair.

“Does that feel good , love? Wanted to get you a little excited, but it seems to me you’ve got that covered.” James grinned.

You reddened at that comment.

“Don’t be ashamed, love. Let me try something. You just relax and spread your legs. Thank-you.” James instructed as you spread your legs apart.

He stuck one finger, then a second , curling them inside. Oh.my.world. This felt so good, you wanted to scream. He bought his mouth down to your clit and started sucking it.

“Potter… I’m so.. c-c-close” you barely managed to say.

With two more thrusts of his fingers, you finished in his mouth.

“You’re so fucking sweet, darling “

“Ok darling, I need a verbal yes for this part” James said as he slid a condom on.

He aligned his length with you. “Darling?”

“Yes. Please James. I need you.” You begged.

“Oh love, you look so beautiful, begging for me like that.” He said as he pushed himself in.

Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head due to the intense pleasure you were feeling. This was so much better than the first time. Maybe because both of your feelings are out in the open this time.

“Y/n , you feel so good my love. “ James cooed.

With a few more thrusts you could feel a knot coming undone in your stomach.

“Hold on for just a minute, darling” James said.

“I’m gonna cu- James-“ you pleaded

And just like that, both of you finished at the same time.

James cleaned you up, and you both redressed. As you were leaving the empty classroom, James grabbed you by your wrist. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Next time Potter, when you send me flowers, make sure to leave a note on them. Don’t want people to get beaten up for no reason.”

You teased.

“Next time Y/L/N , be better at acknowledging my feelings” James joked.

“Next time , be better at fucking showing them!” You countered.

You both laughed, as James pulled you in for one last kiss before class.

[slytherinsimp12]

⋆˚࿔ 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙞𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝜗𝜚˚⋆

James Potter x fem!reader

You had a one stand with your long term rival, James potter, before Christmas break. Now back at Hogwarts, James becomes more annoying than usual ; cock blocking you from seeing any other guy besides him.

“𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒊𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆”

Angst and a very jealous James Potter

(Happy ending)

Author’s note: Hey everyone! This is the clean version of the fanfic/ story. Here is the explicit version.🤭.

Happy reading <3!

The snow covered windows blocked any trace of sunlight from entering the dimly lit Potions class room. The smell of powdered sage and fresh wormwood wafted in the air , creating a perfect ambiance for potion brewing. Students were filled with more energy than usual ; having just returned from Christmas break.

You take a seat at the very front of the classroom, excited for professor Slughorn to start the lesson. All the excitement drains from your face when an all too familiar figure plops down on the seat next to you. His messy black hair covered his forehead, making his Hazel eyes appear brighter and larger.

“Psyched to be back, are we?” James Potter said, flashing you that famous grin of his.

You were dreading this moment since last night; having to see James again after what went down before break. How was he acting so normal?

“What do you want, James?” You asked, annoyed, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“It’s lovely to see you too, y/n. My holiday was great, thanks for asking. How was yours?” He said cheekily.

“Piss off , Potter.” You mumbled.

The conversation was cut short, thankfully, after Slughorn entered the classroom.

You didn’t understand why James was being so nice. He was never exactly unpleasant towards you, but you and James were rivals in all the things that mattered. Whether it was Quidditch or the Grades you got, you both always had to be better than the other in everything you did. This lead to the exchange of snarky remarks now and then , James teasing you whenever he had the chance. Sometimes, he would take it as far as publicly humiliating you in-front of the whole class by playing ‘practical jokes’ on you. That’s why you hated thinking about what happened before Christmas break.

It was way past curfew, and the library was empty , except for an exhausted James Potter , sitting at the table across yours. You made the awful mistake of joining him for a cup of coffee. One thing lead to another, and the next morning you found yourself tangled in the sheets of the arrogant gryffindor boy. However, you thought that was the end of it, neither of you would acknowledge what happened and go back to usual. But, James clearly had other plans.

A month had passed and you noticed the fact that James had gone back to normal. Back to being your annoying rival. Nothing else. You didn’t understand why it bothered you so much. This is what you wanted.

One morning, during breakfast, you received a box of sweets from honeydukes and a bouquet of enchanted flowers that turned into butterflies at your touch.

“Who are they from!” Lily said, jumping with excitement by your side.

“I don’t know… there’s no note.” You said as you blushed uncontrollably.

“Someone’s got herself a secret admirer! I personally think they’re from that Ravenclaw boy, Marcus, she’s been talking to.” Marlene shouted, too loudly for your liking.

At this comment, James’ head jolted up, his eyes meeting yours and his expression almost… hurt.

That evening after dinner, you made your way back to your dorm, when you were greeted by a distressed Marcus. His face was badly beaten, a large bleeding gash was across his forehead and he had an enormous black eye.

“Oh Merlin! Marcus what happened!!??” You yelled.

“Y/n… just to be clear, I did NOT send you any gifts this morning. I think it’s best if we stayed away from each other.” Marcus said, as he practically ran away from you.

“Wait! Marcus! Atleast tell me who did this to you!” You shouted after him, but he was already 10 feet away.

The day after, in charms, a kind boy from Hufflepuff was teaching you the right way to hold your wand while performing a certain spell.

“So you want to hold it at an angle of 45 degrees, whilst making a ‘S’ motion with your arm.” He explained, guiding your hands with his. You couldn’t help but smirk, because obviously he was flirting with you. From the side of your eye, you caught a very irritated… almost jealous looking James, staring daggers at the Hufflepuff boy.

About an hour later, you went to Madam Pomfery to get some ointment for your finger; you nicked it during potions, when you found that kind boy who had just helped you in charms, lying on a bed. His face was swollen ten times the normal size, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

“Madam Pomfery! What happened to him?” You asked, worried.

“Nasty Hex. He claims one of the Gryffindor boys did it.” She explained.

Weeks went by, but you noticed something extremely unusual. Every single guy from your year was avoiding you. Even the ones you thought were your friends. Something wasn’t right.

“Lily! Wait up!” You called after the red headed girl as she walked to class.

“Hey y/n! How you holding up?” She asked, a pitiful expression plastered across her face.

“How am I holding up? What do you mean?” You sounded almost offended.

“Oh sorry… I thought you noticed by now-“

She countered.

“Noticed what? Noticed the fact that every single boy is avoiding me. Yea. I have bloody noticed that. Do you happen to know why the hell that is? “ I questioned.

“Oh… erm. I really shouldn’t get involved but, James has been beating up and threatening every guy who speaks to you.”

She told.

“You can’t be serious.” You hissed through your teeth.

“I’m sorry, love. I thought you already knew. I’ve got to get to class…. I’ll catch you later!” Lily said, as she walked away.

You were furious. Where ever James Potter was, he better watch out, because you were going to END him. You burst into an empty class room to make sense of everything, and thats when you saw him. James was sitting on a desk, with a few books spread open in front of him.

“INCENDIO” you pointed your wand at his books, setting them on fire.

“What in Merlins name are you doing!?” James shouted, as he jumped up and away from the flames.

“Who the bloody hell do you think you are, potter? You pathetic excuse of a man. Beating up guys who talk to me? It was a one night thing. Get over it. You are NOT my boyfriend.” You said, practically up in his face, with your wand poking at his chest.

“How oblivious are you? It may have been a casual thing for you, but it was not bloody casual for me!” He spat back.

“I sent you flowers y/n…. And you thought they were from someone else… I ache every second that I am not with you. I burn for you y/n…”He whispered, lowering your wand and getting closer.

Whatever gap there was between your faces was closed by James smashing his lips into yours. You gave in. You finally just gave in, and kissed him back.

Why did you have to resist for so long? This is what you wanted. This was secretly what you wanted all along. Now you were regretting everything you just said to him.

Pulling away from the kiss, a soft “I’m so sorry…” escaped your lips.

“I know, love.” James said, as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Next time Potter, be better at expressing your feelings.” You joked.

Wrapped in the arms of the boy you tried so hard to hate all these years, you couldn’t love him more.

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Currently obsessed with this, oh my lawd. Please keep updating 🤞🏽🫶🏽

The Serpents and Stars Pt 1

Summary: You can’t stand the Marauders. They’re obnoxious, arrogant, and entirely too smug for their own good. So why do they keep flirting with you?

Pairing: Poly!Marauders (James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin) x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Warnings: I've never written a fic before so this could be terrible.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6

If there was one thing you knew to be true, it’s this: 

The Marauders were insufferable. 

James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin three Gryffindor golden boys who walked around like they owned the castle, smirking at anything with a pulse and charming their way out of every possible punishment. 

They were loud. They were cocky.

And worst of all? 

They wouldn’t leave you alone. 

“Morning, princess,” Sirius drawled as you passed by in the Great Hall, his signature smirk firmly in place. 

You rolled your eyes. “Drop dead.” 

James, sitting beside him, gasped dramatically. “Oh, sweetheart, if you wanted us dead, you could’ve just asked.” 

Remus, the least infuriating of the three, snorted into his coffee. “You really do have a special connection.” 

You gave him a flat look. “Yes, Lupin, it’s called hatred.” 

Sirius leaned in, his grey eyes glinting mischievously. “Or is it repressed desire?” 

You grabbed a piece of toast off your plate and chucked it at his head. 

James caught it midair, the show-off, and took a bite. “Thanks, love. You shouldn’t have.” 

Your blood boiled.

Why did they insist on flirting with you? Why couldn’t they just leave you alone like every other Gryffindor you couldn’t stand? 

But no. Instead, you got this.

And worse? It was every. Damn. Day. 

It wasn’t just in the Great Hall. 

No, they tormented you, somehow finding you everywhere.

In the library, when you were trying to study.

“Looking gorgeous as ever, love,” James whispered, sliding into the seat across from you. 

You slammed your book shut. “Potter, if you don’t leave in the next five seconds, I’ll hex you into next week.” 

James grinned. “That means you’d miss me for a whole week.” 

You considered launching your inkpot at his head. 

Sirius, of course, was no better. 

One day, he caught you sneaking out to the Black Lake for a quiet moment alone. Instead of letting you have your peace, he followed you.

He stretched out on the grass beside you, smirking up at the sky. “You know, I think you’re obsessed with me.” 

You scoffed. “I think you’ve mistaken ‘loathing’ for ‘obsession.’” 

“Ah,” he mused, “but loathing is just passion in disguise.” 

You kicked water at him. 

He only laughed.

And Remus? Remus was the worst of all.

Because unlike the other two, who were loud and unbearable, he was quietly infuriating.

Remus listened. Remus noticed things. 

Like the way you preferred black coffee over tea. The way you chewed the end of your quill when you were concentrating. The way you always hesitated before answering a question in class, even when you knew the answer. 

And worst of all? 

The way he would look at you.  Like he understood something about you that even you didn’t. 

It drove you mad.

One day, after an especially awful Potions class (thanks to James knocking over an entire cauldron, making the whole room smell like burnt eggs), you finally snapped. 

You whirled on them the moment you stepped out of the classroom. 

“Why?” you demanded, glaring at the three of them. “Why do you keep doing this? Annoying me? Flirting with me? What do you want?” 

James blinked. “We just like you, love.” 

Sirius grinned. “Obviously.” 

Remus tilted his head, smiling that soft, knowing smile. “Why? Does it bother you?” 

You opened your mouth to say yes, to tell them to leave you alone, to curse them into oblivion.

But the words wouldn’t come. 

Because the truth was.

You didn’t hate it. 

You didn’t hate them. 

And that? 

That was the real problem.

Authors note: I might make this a series if people like it idk tho if so I can also make a taglist so just lemme know

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⋆⭒˚.⋆💍Paper Rings 💍 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

George Weasley x fem!Reader

You and George have been dating since your 4th year at Hogwarts. Now, both of you are adults, and an inside joke turns into an unforgettable proposal.

The grey clouds covered the sun’s rays, casting subtle shadows on the ground beneath. The smell of rain lingered in the air, mixing with the numerous floral scents from the flower bushes. It was a perfect day. A tall red headed man lay in front of you on a gingham blanket. George Weasley, your boyfriend of eight years, had planned a surprise picnic for you. Sweets from honey dukes, bottles of butter beer and freshly prepared food was spread out on the blanket.

“Life doesn’t get any better than this” You said, running your fingers through George’s hair.

“Oh yea? You think so?” George asked, a small grin forming on his face.

“George Weasley, knock that grin off your face right now. “ That grin meant he was upto something, which was never good news.

George sat up straight and pulled out something from his pocket. It was a paper ring. A small smile spread across your face.

“What is the meaning of this?” You laughed as you took the ring in your hand.

“Don’t you remember?”

Of course you remembered.

It was your 5th year at Hogwarts, as the 1 year anniversary of George’s and yours relationship was coming nearer , you couldn’t help rave about a necklace you wanted. You thought if you spoke about it enough George would buy it for you as an anniversary present.

“It has these beautiful stones imbedded into the chain. It’s all the craze right now. I think Malfoy got one for his girlfriend last week.” You told George, as you both were walking to potions class.

“Oh- erm. Yea that sounds nice. You know… I’ll catch you later y/n.” George said, not even making eye contact with you, as he walked away.

“Hey! Wait! Where are you going we have potions together-“ you called after him.

It was the day of your anniversary, but there was no sight of George anywhere. As sad as you were , you couldn’t help worry. Where was he? This was extremely out of character for him. You thought to yourself.

The day had passed and it was almost dinner time , still no sign of George.

You were waking down the corridors when you heard someone crying. It was coming from the empty Defence Against the Dark Arts class room. Curious, you peaked your head through the slightly ajar door.

It was George. His ginger hair was a ruffled mess. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he had been crying all day.

“George! Where have you been! Whats wrong? Why are you crying?” You questioned as you rushed to his side, plopping down on the floor next to him.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I’m so so sorry. You deserve better than me. You deserve someone who can buy you that necklace, someone who can afford to give you all the nice things in the world. I’m so bloody sorry. You deserve so much better.” He said between sobs.

A wave of guilt came crashing onto you. How could you be so stupid? You should have known better. Such a beautiful necklace could not have been cheap. You felt terrible for making George feel this way.

“You fool… is this why you’ve been avoiding me all day?” You asked.

George nodded , not daring to look you in the eyes.

“George. Listen to me. No amount of necklaces , jewellery or riches means more to me than you. I’ll admit, I do like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings.

You’re the one I want.” You said as you caressed his cheeks with your fingers.

Since that day, it had become an inside joke between the two of you. Every time you fought or had a disagreement, one of you would ‘call paper rings’. That was enough to end whatever quarrel you were in. And sometimes during classes, George would make rings out of spare parchment and pass them to you, making you blush uncontrollably. You knew since then, that George Weasley was the man you were going to marry.

“Y/n? You remember, don’t you?” George said, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Yes, obviously.“ you smiled. You inspected the ring in your hand a little closer. It felt oddly heavy for something made out of paper. You shook it against your ear, there was something inside.

“Open it.” He smiled.

Without hesitation, You tore the ring open, revealing a shiny gold ring with a large diamond on it.

“George…” Your head was spinning, was this real? Unable to form words , you just stared at the man in front of you.

“Y/n… will you marry me?” George asked, pulling you up to your feet.

“I- I like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings…” you replied, beaming with joy.

“You’re the one I want.” George said, finishing your sentence.

He placed the very-expensive-looking-ring on your finger, and pulled you in for a kiss.

As if it were magic, flowers started pouring down from the tree you both stood underneath. It was magic, from the day you laid eyes on George Weasley, you knew it was magic.

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𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ You belong with me 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

Ron Weasley x fem!reader

Friends to lovers

Summary: You and Ron have been best friends since first year. Unbeknownst to you, you had started developing feelings for him but he starts dating Lavender Brown. Everything changes one summer night at the burrow.

(Happy ending ofc <3)

Word count: 2k

Requests are open 💌

Sunlight reflected off his scarlet quidditch robes, making his red hair appear redder. You ran up to Ron to congratulate him, and the rest of gryffindor, on their victory.

“Well played weasley.” You smirked as Ron pulled you into a hug.

“Couldn’t have done it without your support from the benches” he joked

Pulling away from him, you noticed a curly dusty blonde haired girl eager to make her way towards Ron.

“Congratulations Won won!” She giggled and pulled Ron into a deep kiss.

What the hell? Who is this freak? Does she congratulate every guy by kissing them? You thought to yourself.

“I’ll see you in the common room later.” She winked at Ron as she walked away.

“Who the hell was that?” You asked

“Oh, that was Lavender. Lavender Brown. We started seeing each-other last month. She’s a bit…. strong spirited…. If thats the right way to put it.” He explained.

“Last month!!?? And you didn’t even have the courtesy to tell me? Only been your best friend for six bloody years and you don’t tell me you’ve got yourself a girlfriend? Piss off Ronald.” You shouted as you walked away.

“Y/n wait-“ You heard Ron call but you didn’t care.

How dare he? You always shared everything with him. Every single detail of your life, and he did the same. Well, up until now. You didn’t understand why it was bothering you so much; the mere thought of Ron and Lavender together made your blood boil. It must have been because he kept you in the dark about it for so long.

“Y/n… are you alright?” Hermione whispered.

You were sitting on the floor of the gryffindor common room, in-front of the fireplace, finishing your History of Magic homework.

“So I’m guessing you heard about my little outburst on the quidditch field this morning?” You asked

“Half of the school heard it” She quipped.

“Wow. Thanks. That made me feel so much better.” You said with a blank expression.

It has been three weeks since you found out about Lavender and Ron. He tried ‘explaining himself’ to you on numerous occasions, but each time you came up with a pathetic excuse to avoid him. He didn’t have to explain who he was dating or why he was dating them to you. That would be weird. Why should he be obligated to consult you about his love life? You’re over reacting, thats all - you tried telling yourself every night. It didn’t bother you, honestly why should it even bother you?

“Y/n! Please stop this madness. It’s been three weeks… I miss my friend.” Ron pleaded. He had you cornered near a wall in the corridors, you couldn’t escape him now.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Lavender immediately. Honestly… I didn’t see it lasting long anyway , so I didn’t bother telling you. And to be frank, I didn’t think you’d like her… guess I got that part right.” Ron explained as he scratched the back of his neck.

“No. Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry Ron. I’m sorry for acting so childish.” You apologised

Ron pulled you into a tight hug and smiled.

“Soooo… tell me about her. Is she a good kisser?” You teased

“Oh shut it” Ron play punched you in the shoulder.

“What!? Every time i’ve seen you guys together , you’ve been snogging!” You said laughing.

And just like that, everything felt normal again.

Exams had just come to an end, and you couldn’t be happier. Summer at the burrow with the weasley family awaited you. Every summer since your second year at hogwarts, Ron invited you, Hermione and Harry to the burrow to spend a few weeks there. Even when Harry and Hermione failed to go, you never missed the opportunity to spend time with the weasleys. They were the closest thing you had to family. Molly was like the mother you never had and Ginny was like a sister you adored. Ron… Ron was just your Ron. He was your favourite person in the entire world. You were hoping that wouldn’t change since he started dating Lavender.

“Did you tell Mrs. Weasley that all three of us are coming this summer?” You asked Ron. You, Harry , Hermione and Ron were sitting in the same compartment in the train whilst stuffing your faces with sweets from the trolly.

“Oh yea , i’ve told mum. She’s trilled. I even overheard Fred and George planning what tricks to play on us once we get there” Ron said.

“Did you tell her, Ron?” Harry whispered into Ron’s ear.

“Tell me what?” You asked nervously.

“Oh erm… Lavender is going to join us at the burrow this summer.” Ron mumbled stuffing his face with more sweets.

“Ron stop eating for a second. Your mouth is so full; I don’t think I heard you right…. For a second I thought you said Lavender is joining us this summer.” You said.

“Oh you heard him right.” Hermione said as she rolled her eyes.

Was he being serious right now? This was a thing the friend group shared. Why the hell did he have to ruin it by inviting his annoying little girlfriend. And just on cue, Lavender appeared outside the compartment, blowing her breath on the glass as she drew a heart and wrote ‘Lavender + Ron’ in it.

“I think I’m going to be sick” you said.

The days at the burrow passed by excruciatingly slow. You barely spoke to Ron. Lavender was every where. Even Mrs. Weasley seemed to have had enough of her. Fred and George tried to cheer you up on multiple occasions by playing tricks on Ron and Lavender every time you caught them snogging.

“Y/n , don’t be like this. Please. “ Hermione pressed.

“What do you mean? I’m not being like… anything.” You countered.

“ It’s so obvious you hate seeing Ron and Lavender together, in fact it’s obvious you hate seeing Ron with anyone that isn’t you.” Harry added

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said as you burst out the living room.

That night, Lavender announced that she will be cooking dinner for everyone, since she wanted to do something special for her ‘Won Won’.

Everyone waited eagerly at the table , wondering what dish Lavender would be serving. You hated to admit it , but the smell coming from the kitchen was mouth watering. Your stomach made a rumbling noise as you glanced at Ron.

He was seated right across you, with Harry beside him. Hermione sat on your left and Ginny on your right. Everyone else were in their usual spots as Lavender finally bought out the food.

“Tada! I present to you , a recipe passed down for generations in my family , Cauliflower Casserole!” Lavender squeaked as she begin serving the dish to everyone.

“Double serving for you , because I know your gonna love it , my Won Won.” Lavender continued.

“Is she mental? Is she absolutely stupid? How has she been dating Ron for three months, and yet she doesn’t even know the fact that he despises cauliflower!?” You whisper shouted to Ginny and Hermione.

“Eat up Won Won.” Lavender hovered over Ron until he put a spoon full of casserole in his mouth.

“Mmm. It’s delicious.” Ron lied, turning a shade of green, as he continued eating.

“Ron you don’t have to-“ you were saying as Hermione cut you off.

“Don’t y/n. It’s not worth it.” She said.

Everyone else seemed to be enjoying their meal, even you, as the food was actually quite delicious. But, Ron barely touched his food which was extremely rare for him.

After dinner, you played a round of wizards chess with mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Ginny, and then went to bed.

You awoke at 2 am, parched and in desperate need of water. As you made your way down to the kitchen, you saw a figure standing above the stove. It was Ron.

“Hey… what are you doing up so late?” You asked.

“Blimey y/n. You scared me.” He jumped.

“Are you making food at this ungodly hour, Ronald Weasley?” You asked.

“Yea… I’m still kinda hungry.”

“Figured. Cauliflower casserole. Pft. Three months and it’s like she knows nothing about you.” you mumbled, mostly to yourself.

“I know you hate her.” Ron said

“Move over.” You ignored him as he handed you the pan. You cracked an egg and begin frying some bacon. Ron sat on the table, his mouth watering at the smell.

You placed the food on a plate and grabbed two forks. Ron practically attacked the food, making you laugh.

“Do you love her?” You asked

“Love!? Love who? Lavender? God no.” He seemed offended you even asked such a question.

“Then why are you with her , Ron?”

“I- Because I can’t be with the one person I want to be with.” He spat

“What are you taking about?” You asked, confused.

“It’s impractical. She’s like my bestest friend in the whole world. It would be nonsensical for me to confess to her. She probably doesn’t even feel the same way.” He explained.

“Are you talking about Hermione?” You asked baffled.

“Merlins sake y/n…. I’m talking about you!” He practically shouted.

“Me?” You said, your voice barely a whisper.

Both of you were standing now. Your heart was racing faster than your brain. Ron wants to be with me? How is that possible. You thought to yourself. He treated you like one of his brothers, playing rough all the time, he never even treated you like a proper girl. You would have never figured he had feelings for you.

“What are you saying, Ron?” You questioned.

“I’m saying- I’m saying that I’m bloody in love with you, y/n! I have been… for a very, very long time.” He said.

You walked closer to him, your faces only a few inches apart.

“You fool, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You asked as you placed your hand on his cheek.

“I didn’t think you would return my feelings, and quite frankly I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He explained.

“Idiot” you murmured as you pulled Ron in for a kiss. He kissed back like it was the only thing he had been wanting to do all summer.

After a minute, you pulled away.

“What are we going to do about Lavender?” You asked

“I’ll sort it out first thing tomorrow. But for now….” Ron pulled you in as you smiled against his chest.

All was well. Ronald weasley was finally yours.

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