#Floo powder

[nexeliam]

Here is a new set of illustrations, as part of my latest chapter of my fanfiction "THE BLIND WIZARD - The curse of the lake"

Feel free to check it out !

[sebluvi]

I Floove You

                                G/N reader x Sebastian Sallow

     Sebastian decides to confess to you at an extremely inconvenient moment.

                                                ◦•●◉✿✿◉●•◦

               You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, and you really couldn’t believe that he was the first to say something.

You had been in love with Sebastian Sallow for over a year at this point. The long nights spent awake, staring out the window in the Slytherin common room out into the dark lake, thoughts wondering to his body. Wondering what he’d be like as a lover, what it’d feel like to have his hands roaming over you in the Undercroft. It seemed like it had been ages of one-sided pining on your part. You had no idea he felt the same. Yet here he was, standing in front of you, slightly out of breath from the nerves, brown puppy eyes looking at you in a pleading manner, as if begging you to feel the same, and you did, but you were NOT ready to discuss this.

You had no idea how to even begin to address this, honestly..you felt overwhelmed. Sebastian picked the absolute worst time to have this conversation. After a spat between the two of you, he decided to blurt it out. You were in between classes and you were nervous to be late to your next one. Professor Sharp certainly wouldn’t care if your excuse for being tardy was because the love of your life had no proper sense of when and wheres, and was confessing to you in the middle of the hallway.

The maroon blush that had set on your face was burning hot. You stood, hands full of books, green cardigan slightly falling off one shoulder, and hair hanging in your face. You felt too flustered, you looked too flustered. Too nervous. What if someone overheard your conversation? Someone hearing your confession of love would be too embarrassing to handle. You were the “Hero of Hogwarts”. You were supposed to be a stone-faced badass, and having openly mushy gushy conversations with Sallow in the damned hallway was not a way to keep that reputation.

So, you did what you felt was the best option. You fled.

“Sebastian, I-I’m going to uh, be late for class.”

You turned on your heel and starting powerwalking to class, hoping no one would see your flustered expression, and hoping that he would get the hint to talk later.

Sebastian stood, dumbfounded. His brows furrowed, and his freckled nose crinkled in disagreement with the situation. He started walking towards you in the same speed you were going, which was exactly what you were hoping he wouldn’t do.

“Wait! Y/n! Are you serious right now? You can’t just walk away after something like that! Are you seriously rejecting me right now? After everything?”

“Sebastian we can talk about this later. Please don’t come to any rash conclusions on your own. I.. we have to get to potions.” You called back to him.

“Unbelievable! You’re kidding me right?!”

He sped up, finally catching up to you. He grabbed your arm and spun you around, causing one of your textbooks to tumble out of your hands. You glared at the book hitting the ground, then back at him.

“You know that book is probably at least 200 years old right? It can’t exactly handle being tossed like garbage on the ground.”

“Y/n..just. Stop! Forget the textbook, they practically can conjure them out of thin air. Seriously?! Look at me. Why are you trying to avoid this conversation? Do you not feel the same?” The feeling of his hand gripping your arm sent shivers up your spine.

You looked quickly around the hallway, hoping no one had managed to sneak up on the two of you. “Sebastian, I did not say that, and I do not entirely want to have this private conversation in the hallway!” You practically hissed the last part of your statement at him. You pulled your arm away and started powerwalking again. Men.

Sebastian, stubborn as he is, wasn’t going to let you get away that easily. He started walking after you again, determined to get you to say something, ANYTHING, that wouldn’t leave him riddled with anxiety until you were able to talk again.

“Y/n, you can’t just put this on pause. I’m sorry I picked a wrong time to talk about it but you can’t just run away!” He sped up trying to catch up to you again, at this point you were slightly out of breath, hoping he’d just shut up once you managed to slip into the classroom.

“Y/n, please, do you know how long it took for me to gather the courage to even mention the word lov-“

“YOU CAN’T IMAGINE HOW INCONVIENIENT TRAVEL WAS BEFORE I INVENTED FLOO POWDER”

“AAH” You squealed, thinking someone had finally heard the two of you, you tripped over your own feet, books flying everywhere. You landed face first on the concrete, and laid there not moving for what seemed like ages.

Sebastian stopped dead in his tracks watching the scene unfold before him. At first his face twisted into a look of horror, watching your legs splayed in 2 different directions as you landed, and then he burst out laughing, practically in tears.

You stared dead-eyed at the wall next to you, completely numb. You hadn’t hurt yourself physically, you were too embarrassed to even function Your pride though…..you didn’t want to talk about it. Your poor, poor ego. He’d never let you live this down.

As you stared at the wall, you heard Sebastian shuffling. You presumed he was picking your books up. Sebastian stepped into your field of vision, and you glanced up at him without moving your head, glaring at him.

He slightly bent over, hair lop-sided falling to one side of his head with gravity, smiling at you. “You should really be more careful, love. Care to discuss this in the hospital wing?” You wanted to slap that cheeky smirk right off his face.

You groaned at him. You were going to personally find the grave of the floo powder lady and spit on it yourself.

                                                     ◦•●◉✿✿◉●•◦

                                                    Im so sorry

                                                  I had to do this

                 My requests are open for hogwarts legacy characters

                                                           LOL

[braveclementine]

Chapter 29

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

𝕴 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 his words at first and just stared at him blankly and then I said, "Trang. . . too?" But I most definitely hadn't seen that! But of course. . . I had to look at my visions as though I didn't exist. . . if I didn't exist then Trang would never have learned about the magical world. . . and of course if I didn't exist, Trang would never have been my friend, Voldemort would never have come after my visions. . .

I shook my head, "It's probably just a trick. He'll know that I can't foresee Trang so he added it in for your vision to convince me to let you go. It's all a trick Harry."

"It's not!" Harry shouted. There was a moment of silence. I had no evidence to back up that it wasn't a trick. What if he really did have Trang? Trang would certainly have been much easier to get to than Sirius. A trip across the Atlantic Ocean, find her school, pick her up, take her back. . . how could I check anyways? By the time I wrote to Trang's mother. . .

"How're we going to get there?" Harry asked suddenly.

"G-get there?" Ron asked.

"Get to the Department of Mysteries, so we can rescue Sirius and Trang!" Harry shouted.

"Sirius isn't there!" I snapped back.

"Harry, er. . . how. . . how did Voldemort get into the Ministry of Magic without anybody realizing he was there?" Hermione asked.

"How do I know? The question is how we're going to get in there!" Harry shouted. I shook my head, keeping my mouth shut.

"But. . . Harry, think about this. It's five o'clock in the afternoon. . . The Ministry of Magic must be full of workers. . . How would Voldemort and Sirius- or Trang- have got in without being seen? Harry. . . they're probably the two most wanted wizards in the world. . . and a girl wandering around by herself will attract some attention too. . . You think they could get into a building full of Aurors undetected?"

"I dunno, Voldemort used an Invisibility Cloak or something!" Harry was still shouting. "Anyway, the Department of Mysteries has always been completely empty whenever I've been-"

"You've never been there, Harry." Hermione said, her quiet voice a complete contrast to Harry's. "You've dreamed about the place, that's all."

"They're not normal dreams! How d'you explain Ron's dad then, what was all that about, how come I knew what had happened to him?" Harry shouted.

"He's got a point." Ron said quietly.

"Because Voldemort didn't know about the connection!" I said a bit angrily. "He didn't know that you were going to see it. But now, it's different."

"But this is just- just so unlikely." Hermione said desperately. "Harry, how on Earth could Voldemort have got hold of Sirius when he's been in Grimmauld Place all this time?"

"Sirius might've cracked and just wanted some fresh air. He's been desperate to get out of that house for ages-" Ron said.

"Kingsley." I muttered.

"What?" Harry asked, so shocked by my train of thought that he'd lowered his voice.

"I need to go do something, carry on your conversation. Of course, you'll end up using Umbridge's fireplace but I think. . ." I left it at there and darted out of the room. I ran as fast as I possibly could to the Hufflepuff common room and then up the stairs to the dorm.

I threw my things on my bed and then rummaged in the drawer and found the mirror that Kingsley had wanted me to use in case I ever needed help. I put it in my pocket, breathing hard. I tried to figure out where I was going to be able to talk to Kingsley.

There was the room of requirement, that was good, but I didn't know if the Inquisitorial Squad would be there. Empty classrooms could be walked into, people could overhear in the bathroom.

I decided on the forest. I wouldn't go near the centaurs. . . I'd go near Grawp. Yes, that was a good plan.

I made sure that I was only wearing my shoes, my robes, and had my wand in my pocket. If I needed to dash off to London without the others. . .

I hurried out of the dorm. I smiled at some of the Hufflepuff girls coming up the stairs but passed by them without a word. My eyes were set on only Trang. If she got hurt. . . if she was killed. . . it would be all my fault. All my fault because I'd introduced her to our world. All my fault because I'd simply been friends with her. And it was all my fault because I had opened my mouth to Professor Snape in my first-year about my visions who'd opened his mouth to Dumbledore by the end of the year. And then he'd told McGonagall and I'd told Harry, Ron, and Hermione and then the entire school found out and then the Minister and then of course Wormtail because he'd been Ron's pet and overheard our conversations. Anyone that got hurt or died because Voldemort was after my visions. . . it would be on me. Because I opened my mouth to one person one time.

I hesitated near the dungeons. Should I go and see Severus one last time? Would he suspect anything was wrong? Severus was in the Order. . .

What if I died? I'd feel horrible about not seeing him one more time. He'd probably feel horrible too. Self-consciously, I touched the wedding ring on my left finger and tears popped into my eyes. I took a deep breath, wiped the tears away, and headed into the dungeons. A quick stop wouldn't hurt.

"Hi." I said softly as I came into his office. He was working on organizing his shelves.

"Hello." He said, staring at two different jars and then putting them on different shelves.

"I can't stay long, but I just wanted to come in real quick." I said, hoping that I sounded natural. "Our house is going to celebrate the end of the exams and so as a prefect I have to monitor it."

"Will you come back tonight?" He asked, turning to face me, "After the party's over?"

"I'll try." I said, smiling. "No promises though." I got up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.

"Well I'll keep my hopes up." Severus said, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me on the lips again.

I smiled, happy. "I really will try." I kissed his cheek and then headed out of the room with a smile, and headed out to the grounds before I burst into tears. They weren't loud tears, they just kind've fell. I hated lying to Severus. And I had done it so easily too. I hated myself. I tried to stop them though. I knew I was going to have to get a grip on myself before I talked to Kingsley.

I found my way through the forest silently so that I didn't attract the attention of the centaurs and I found the clearing where Grawp was. There were ropes, laying detached on the ground but no giant in sight.

I sat down on a fallen log and then pulled out the mirror, lifting it to my face. I looked okay. Then the mirror changed and I could see the ceiling of what looked like a Ministry building.

"Er- Kingsley?" I said awkwardly.

There was no answer and my heart started to pound. "Kingsley?" I asked a bit louder. No answer and I sighed.

And then, the mirror on the other side was moving and Kingsley was looking into the mirror. "Elizabeth!" He said, sounding surprised.

I blushed. "I'm - I'm sorry about what I said the other day. It was. . . it was uncalled for."

He grinned. "I know. Professor Snape told me after you two talked."

I gritted my teeth and then took a deep breath and said, "So um. . . Harry had another er- dream. It was Voldemort with Sirius. Now, I already told him they were fake and he believes me. . . I think. . . but he said my friend Trang was also there and I didn't see that. I was just wondering if you could ask dad if he's had any contact with Trang's mother."

Kingsley had dropped his smile and was moving around with something on his desk and said, "Give me an hour okay? You're not going to do anything rash, right?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm sure it's fake. I just wanted to double check."

"Right." Kingsley said. "Alright, give me an hour."

I nodded and placed the mirror back in my pocket and leaned my head back on a tree trunk and closed my eyes. Eventually, I got up and started to walk through the forest towards where Aragog would be. Of course, I wasn't trying to get to Aragog, I was trying to get to Hermione and Harry and Umbridge.

I heard Hermione's voice after a little bit shouting, "Not far no! Just a little bit-"

I watched an arrow fly through the air and land with a menacing thud just over Hermione's head. I scrambled up a tree, taking cover. I could hear many loud horse hooves trampling along the forest grounds.

I heard Umbridge scream and watched as she pushed Harry in front of her like a human shield. And then Harry wrenched himself from her grip and turned to see the fifty Centaurs that were surrounding them, their bows raised.

Umbridge, much to my satisfaction, was uttering odd little whimpers. I grinned even wider. Oh this was fantastic.

"Who are you?" Magorian asked. I saw his chestnut coloured body walking towards the others. She did not answer and he asked in a tougher voice, "I asked you who are you, human."

"I am Dolores Umbridge! Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic and Headmistress and High Inquisitor of Hogwarts!" Professor Umbridge said in an extremely high-pitched voice.

"You are the woman who carved unnecessary words into the back of Elizabeth Kane's hand." Ivagio said, stepping forward. I noticed that Ronan was by his side. I was a bit surprised that he remembered that. Perhaps Firenze had told him.

"She deserved it!" Umbridge said. "She's the daughter of a half-breed!"

Ivagio's face colored in rage.

"You are from the Ministry of Magic?" Magorian asked, putting a cautioning hand up to warn Ivagio who looked like he was going to charge Umbridge.

"That's right! So be very careful! By the laws laid down by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, any attack by half-breeds such as yourselves on a human-"

"What did you call us?" Bane asked angrily.

"Don't call them that!" Hermione shouted angrily.

"Law Fifteen B states clearly that 'Any attack by a magical creature who is deemed to have near-human intelligence, and therefore considered responsible for its actions-"

"Near-human intelligence?" Magorian asked while Bane and several others roared in anger. "We consider that a great insult, human! Our intelligence, thankfully, far outstrips your own-"

"What are you doing in our forest? Why are you here?" Another Centaur whose name I was fairly certain was Achon shouted.

"Your forest?" Umbridge asked.

"Yes." I shouted and everyone looked around. I jumped from the tree, doing a summersault and landing on my feet between Ivagio and Ronan. "Their forest."

"You!" Umbridge shrieked, pointing a stubby finger at me. "You filthy half-breed brat!"

I pulled out my wand. "You should really leave. This is their forest. It is not your forest, it is not my forest, it is theirs. They are smarter than you, they are are smarter than me, and it is an insult for such a lowly human being such as you to be in this forest. Get out!"

The Centaurs were murmuring amongst themselves now, even Bane looked surprised at me rather than angry.

"May I remind you, that the Centaurs only live here because the Ministry of Magic permits them to certain areas of the land-" She shrieked as an arrow caught her mousy hair as it passed by and I grinned. The other Centaurs laughed too.

"Whose forest is it now, human?" Bane bellowed.

"Filthy half-breeds! Beasts! Uncontrolled animals!" She shouted and I darted away from Ivagio and Ronan as she raised her wand and shouted, "Incarcerous!" I stepped in front of Magorian just in time and instead of him being trapped in the ropes, it was me.

Hermione screamed. Ivagio reared in anger and charged. I grabbed the ropes around my throat, pulling as they tried to suffocate me. Ivagio was at my side as the other Centaurs charged Umbridge, and pulled me to safety, freeing me of the ropes. I gasped for breath. "Thank you." I spluttered, rubbing my throat.

I felt the mirror grow hot in my pocket and pulled it out. "What's the news?" I asked quickly as Ivagio joined the other Centaurs.

I could barely hear Kingsley over the ruckus the Centaurs were making and stepped away for a bit. "According to your dad, Trang's mother said Trang came home early since exams are over. What is going on over there?"

"We're in the forest!" I shouted. "Umbridge. . . well it's a long story. But the centaurs and Umbridge got into a bit of a fight. I have to go. I'll talk to you soon."

I shoved the mirror back into my pocket as some of the Centaurs took off with Umbridge. The other Centaurs pulled Harry and Hermione to their feet, looking at them. "Now, what are we going to do with these two?" Achon asked.

"They are foals." Ronan said. "We do not hurt foals."

"But they brought the woman in here!" Bane roared.

"Please-" Hermione started but I interrupted her.

"Hermione and Harry did not mean for her to meet you guys. They were taking her to the Acromantula in hopes of ditching her." I rubbed my sore throat and coughed.

The other Centaurs looked at each other and then said, "You three will go now." I was a bit surprised by this fact but grateful.

"Elizabeth Kane has done us a brave deed, stepping in front of me." Magorian said slowly. "We will reward that just this once by letting them leave the forest unharmed."

"Thank you." I said, bowing low, "Come on you two, we need-"

But before I could tell them we needed to get to London, there was a crashing sound behind us. Ivagio darted forward to draw me back to the herd lines and pushed me farther back to where Harry and Hermione were standing. I turned and got my first real glance at Grawp.

"Hagger." He said.

The centaurs had fallen silent, staring up at the giant with apprehensive looks. "Hagger!" Grawp said with more insistence.

"Get away from here, giant! You are not welcome among us!" Magorian called.

"HAGGER!" Grawp bellowed, stooping a little.

"Hey!" I shouted, stepping away from the Centaurs and waving my arms. "Hagger, is this way." I pointed, "This way."

"Elizabeth!" Harry hissed, "What are you doing."

I kept my eyes on Grawp. Grawp looked between me and the other two and then pointed at Harry and Hermione said said, "Hermy."

"Goodness." I heard Hermione mutter. "He- he remembered."

"HERMY! WHERE HAGGER?"

"Gone." I shouted up at him. I felt so stupid.

"GRAWP WANT HAGGER!"

"MOVE!" I shouted at everyone as Grawp's hand reached down with the intent to grab. They all scattered backwards except for a snow white Centaur who was swept off his legs. I gasped in horror and dashed to his side, holding out a hand to help him to his feet. He took it, something I was surprised about despite the fact I'd rushed over, and I quickly picked up his bow and arrows and handed them to him while he shook out his legs.

He gazed at me curiously and then joined the rest of the Centaurs who where now shooting at Grawp, piercing his face and causing blood to fall. Harry and Hermione were splashed. Blood specks landed on my boots and the legs of my pants. I groaned. Blood stains were so hard to get out.

Grawp was retreating back into the forest.

"We need to go!" I shouted at the other two and started to sprint out of the forest. Harry dragged Hermione behind him, following me.

As we exited the trees, Harry spat at Hermione, "Smart plan. Really smart plan. Where do we go from here?"

"We need to get back up to the castle." Hermione said faintly.

"By the time we've done that, Sirius'll probably be dead!" Harry said, kicking a tree trunk.

"What are you talking about?" I snapped. "Sirius isn't there!"

"Kreacher said he was." Harry said angrily

"Kreacher can lie to you!"

"Besides-" Hermione interjected. "We don't have wands. And how are you even planning to get to London in the first place?"

"Yeah, we were just wondering that." Ron said. I turned to see him, Ginny, Neville, and Luna coming through the trees. There were thin scratches running down Ginny's cheek, there was a large purple lump above Neville's eye, Ron's lip was bleeding, and there was nothing wrong with Luna.

"So." Ron said. "Had any ideas." he handed Harry his wand.

"How did you get away?" Harry asked in amazement.

"Couple of Stunners, a Disarming Charm, Neville brought off a really nice little Impediment Jinx. But Ginny was best, she got Malfoy- Bat-Bogey Hex- it was superb, his whole face was covered in the great flapping things. Anyway, we saw you heading into the forest out of the window and followed. What'd you done with Umbridge?"

"She got carried away by a herd of Centaurs." Harry said.

"And they left you behind?" Ginny asked, astonished.

"They owed Liz a favor." Harry said.

"And then they got chased off by Grawp." Hermione said faintly.

"Who's Grawp?" Luna asked with interest.

"Hagrid's little brother. Anyway, never mind that now. Harry, what did you find out in the fire? Has You-Know-Who got Sirius or-"

"Yes." Harry said and I shook my head behind him.

"Well." I said. "He definitely has Trang. I contacted Kingsley and he said that Dad got a letter from her mother saying she got back from America a few days ago."

"How'd you contact Kingsley?" Harry asked.

"He gave me a two-way mirror to contact him with in case I ever got into trouble." I said promptly. "But no one else is coming with me to save her." I said sharply.

"Why not?" Ernie asked, coming out from behind the trees with Susan following her. I groaned in dismay.

"Because!" I snapped. "There is no reason for anyone else to come! Trang is my friend. If it was Sirius, I would get it because many of us are involved but it's not! It's my friend!"

"And you're our friend!" Susan said. "Besides, this is what we prepared for!"

"We were all in the D.A. together." Neville said. "It was all supposed to be about fighting You-Know-Who, wasn't it? And this is the first chance we've had to do something real- or was that all just a game or something?"

"No- of course it wasn't-" Harry said, exchanging a look with me.

"Then we should come too. We want to help." Neville said simply.

"Right." Luna said simply.

"Well it doesn't matter anyways because we still don't know how to get there-" Harry said angrily.

"I thought we'd settled that? We're flying!" Luna said.

"Look." Ron said angrily. "You might be able to fly without a broomstick but the rest of us can't sprout wings whenever we-"

"There are other ways of flying than without broomsticks." I said. "We'll take those." I pointed at the two Thestrals that had appeared from the trees.

"Yes!" Harry whispered, moving towards them. Harry stretched out a hand and petted on the neck.

"Is it those mad horse things? Those ones you can't see unless you've watched someone snuff it?" Ron asked uncertainly.

"Yes." Harry said.

"How many?"

"Just two." I answered.

"Well, we need four." Hermione said.

"Five, Hermione!" Ginny said angrily.

"I think there are nine of us actually." Luna said calmly.

"Don't be stupid, we can't all go!" Harry said angrily. "Look you, five-" Harry pointed at Neville, Ginny, Luna, Ernie, and Susan. "-you're' not involved in this, you're not-"

They all burst into protests and I moved towards the second Thestral. "Okay fine, it's your choice." Harry said in a curt voice. "But unless we can find more thestrals you're not going to be able-"

"Oh, more of them will come." Ginny said confidently, who was squinting in the wrong direction for the horses.

"What makes you think that?" I asked coldly, wanting to leave all of them behind.

"Because in case you hadn't noticed, Harry and Hermione are both covered in blood and we know Hagrid lures thestrals with raw meat, so that's probably why these two turned up in the first place. . ." Ginny said coolly.

"Okay, then." Harry said. "Elizabeth and I will take these two and go ahead, and Hermione can stay here with you five and she'll attract more thestrals-"

"I'm not staying behind!" Hermione said furiously.

"There's no need." Luna said, smiling. "Look, here come more now. . . You two must really smell. . ."

Seven thestrals were making their way towards us. The exact number that we needed. Harry gnashed his teeth together and said, "All right pick one and get on, then."

Luna and I swiftly climbed onto our Thestral with grace while Neville flopped onto it awkwardly. Harry managed to get onto his thestral with a mix between Luna and mine grace and Neville's awkwardness.

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Ernie, and Susan just stood there.

"What?" Harry asked, staring down at them.

"How're we supposed to get on?" Ernie asked, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "When we can't see the things?"

I nearly snarled. Well then! He should just go up to the castle and-

"Oh it's easy." Luna said. "Come here. . ."

I slid off my Thestral and brought Susan over to one next to me and helped her up and then did the same with Ginny while Luna got Ron, Hermione, and Ernie on their thestrals.

"This is mad." Ron said faintly, clutching to his invisible horse. "Mad. . . if I could just see it-"

"You'd better hope it stays invisible." I snapped at him. Then, looking down at my thestral I said, "Ministry of Magic, visitors' entrance, London."

For a moment, the thestrals just stood there and then, they crouched and rocketed upwards. I clutched its neck. Harry and mine led the front of the pack as we flew through the sky. I was surprised at the speed as well- it was faster than my firebolt. Since Harry and I were in the front, the wind hit us the hardest while the others crouched down behind their Thestrals' heads to block their faces from the wind.

I wondered briefly, as Ron shouted, "This is bizarre!", how the others felt, not being able to see their Thestrals and flying at such a fast speed and at such a horrifying height.

But my thoughts didn't last long on this peculiar conundrum. I could feel the mirror growing hotter in my pocket and knew that Kingsley was trying to contact me. I was sure Severus had probably alerted the Order. I thought about dropping the mirror but was afraid of losing it. I might need it eventually.

Oh Merlin's Beard. . . Trang. Oh please let her still be alive. . . of course she was still alive. Voldemort wouldn't kill her yet or else he had no bait. I closed my eyes as the wind was making them tear up. I bent my head behind the head of the thestral.

The sky was getting steadily darker until all that was out were stars. My legs were starting to get numb and I was completely deaf and super cold. I longed to be in a warm bed back at the castle, preferably with Severus. I tried to push him from thoughts however because his words, 'I can't lose you' kept ringing in my head over and over.

We weren't going to die. . . the stakes had changed. Ernie and Susan were with us now and of course, I never foresaw me there. So there were three extra students, I knew when Bellatrix would try to kill Sirius, and of course, Trang would be a different factor as well.

What if Trang isn't there? What if Voldemort simply included her in the fake message?

But she had come back to Britain. She had come back even when she'd promised me she'd stay in America until the war was over. That was the only reason I thought she was there.

But then again, a small voice in the back of my head started to speak, just because you keep every promise you make, doesn't mean that others do.

Trang does. I thought back.

The other voice didn't answer.

Kingsley wouldn't know where we were going. I hadn't said where he would be, had I? Would the Order get there before us? How long would it take for the Order to find us if we got there first? Could I kill Bellatrix and change the future? Somehow, I didn't think so.

Suddenly, the thestral had suddenly dove towards the ground. I heard Susan scream behind me and I turned and saw her clutching her thestral tightly, her eyes squeezed shut. Ernie looked extremely pale, one hand holding his glasses to his face.

The Thestral landed smoothly and I slid off gracefully, patting the thestral as it walked over to the garbage bin. Harry dismounted. Ron fell to the ground. Soon, all nine of us were standing on the ground.

"Never again." Ron said, struggling to his feet. "Never, ever again. . . that was the worst-"

"Where do we go from here, then?" Luna asked Harry in a polite voice.

"Over here." He said. "Come on."

Harry opened the telephone box and I shook my head. "I'll come after you with Susan, Ginny, and Ernie. We aren't all going to fit in there. Wait for us to come down."

Harry gave a stiff nod and Neville, Luna, Ron, Hermione, and himself smashed themselves into the box. We watched Ron dial on the phone and then Harry shout something and then the box went down. A few seconds later, the floor was back and I hurried in. Susan grabbed the receiver and dialed six two four four two.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business."

"Elizabeth Kane, Susan Bones, Ginny Weasley, and Ernie Macmillan, rescue mission." I said simply. I was shaking with nerves and they could hear it in my voice. I swallowed hard, resigning myself not to break down. Trang was depending on me.

"Thank you. Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes." There was a clink and the badges slid out. Susan handed them to me and I put them in my pocket without looking at it. "Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."

"Very well." I said tersely and we started to move.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna were waiting for us impatiently in the atrium. "The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant evening." The voice said and the telephone box door burst open. Ernie led the way out and Ginny brought up the rear. I tossed the badges onto the floor near the fountain. I didn't want to carry them, they were clanking noisily in my pocket. Harry did the same with their badges.

"Come on." Harry said quietly and we sprinted silently through the Ministry. It was so weird that it was completely empty. Anyone could come in here. . . were there cameras? Well, no, not Muggle cameras of course, but surely there was some sort of security system right? The lack of a security guard scared me.

We arrived in front of the golden gates which contained the lifts. Harry pressed the nearest down button and a lift clattered up to us immediately, the golden doors sliding open. Harry rushed inside and we followed as he hit the number nine. The lift started to descend. The lift seemed so much louder than when I was here with Mr. Weasley and Dad. It should've attracted a security person.

"Department of Mysteries" the females' voice said. Harry hurried down the corridor and then turned so that we saw the plain black door at the end of the hallway. "Let's go." He whispered.

Luna was behind Harry, gazing around with her mouth slightly open. Harry turned to everyone so that we stopped. "Okay, listen. Maybe. . . maybe a couple of people should stay here as a- as a lookout and-"

"And how're we going to let you know something's coming? You could be miles away." Ginny said, raising an eyebrow.

"We're coming with you Harry." Neville said solidly.

"Let's get on with it." Ron said firmly.

Harry turned to face the door which swung open. We all trooped into the room, looking around.

The room was circular and everything was identical and unmarked. There were candles with blue flames, giving the impression that we were in a very dark, underwater cave.

"Someone shut the door." Harry mumbled.

Neville shut it and I wished he hadn't. It was so dark in here now that all we could see were ghostly reflections of each other. Harry took a step forward, I supposed to move on, and then the walls started to move.

Susan grabbed my arm in fright. Ernie's face still looked pale but I supposed it could've been the light. The blue flames were spinning so fast that they looked like neon lines on a Muggle coffee shop open sign. The room soon stopped spinning, becoming stationary.

"What was that about?" Ron asked fearfully.

"I think it was to stop us knowing which door we came in from." Susan said in a nervous voice.

"How're we going to get back out?" Neville asked in an uncomfortable voice.

"We'll worry about that after we get Trang first." I said in a calm voice.

"Where do we go, then, Harry?" Ron asked.

"I don't- in the dreams I went through the door at the end of the corridor from the lifts into a dark room- that's this one- and then I went through another door into a room that kind of. . . glitters. We should try a few doors. I'll know the right way when I see it. C'mon."

He marched to the door that was in front of us. It swung open easily. The room was filled with bright lamps, giving the impression that that room was much brighter than this one. However, there was almost nothing in the room except for some desks and a large fish tank in the middle of the room. The tank had green water and was big enough that we all could've swam in it. It was containing multiple pearly white objects which I was pretty sure were brains.

"What're those things?" Ron asked.

"Dunno." Harry said.

"They're brains." I whispered.

"Brains?" Neville asked in disgust.

"Yes. . ." Ernie said, peering over Ginny's head. "I wonder what they're doing with them?"

Hermione had moved into the room to look at them. We soon joined her. "Let's get out of here." Harry said after a moment of staring at the brains in the tank. "This isn't right, we need to try another door-"

"There are doors here too." Ron said, pointing around.

"No." I said. "The door is in the other room, I see that."

As we passed back out of the room, I took out my wand and said, "Flagrate!" A fiery X appeared on the door and once Luna closed the door, the room spun again and the door with the X appeared on the other side of the room.

"I was going to do that." Hermione said, sounding a bit disappointed.

"Good thinking anyways." Harry said, trying to the door directly in front of him again. It opened up to a large room with a pit made of stone. It was like a medieval amphitheater, steps circled the entire room like both seats and steps. Or perhaps it was a bit like a trial room. In the very middle on the lowest tier of the room was a stone archway. It had a tattered black veil surrounding it and it sounded as though there were voices coming from it.

"Who's there?" Harry said jumping down onto the bench below.

"Careful!" Hermione whispered.

Harry was scrambling down all the steps but I prevented anyone else from going down there. "It's the wrong room Harry!" I called down to him, "come one, we need to find Trang!"

I could hear the voices too, calling me, wanting me to come down and touch the mirror. I kept my ground. The voices had to be evil, I shouldn't touch the mirror. Of course, they weren't saying words, but they were giving me feeling.

He ignored me calling "Sirius?"

"Bloody hell." I muttered. "Stay here, keep the door open. We cannot afford to get separated." I sprinted down the steps and grabbed Harry's arm. "Sirius isn't here, come on, we need to go. Trang, remember? We're not in the right room."

Harry let me lead him back up and this time, Hermione marked the door before closing it. The room spun again.

The next door that appeared in front of us was locked. "Don't use Sirius' knife." I said, shaking my head. "The door will melt it and Alohomora won't work either. Let's just move on to the next door."

They listened to me for once, Hermione marking the door again.

Harry pushed the next door open and then cried, "This is it!"

There was a beautiful diamond-sparkling light that met our eyes and I squinted. There were clocks gleaming from every surface of every side. A grandfather clock stood in the corner. The clocks were hanging in spaces between the bookcases or standing on desks. The ticking sound soon drove me crazy and I wondered if that was the point of the room.

I took a nervous step forwards, seeing the crystal jar at the other end of the room. I wandered towards it and watched the tiny jeweled egg hatch from which a hummingbird emerged and then was carried to the top of the jar where its feathers became bedraggled and fell back to the bottom, becoming enclosed in the egg again.

"Oh, look!" Ginny said, coming up to watch the bird again and again.

"Keep going!" Harry said sharply.

"You dawdled enough by that old arch!" Ginny said crossly, jerking me out of my revere. Harry was right, we needed to keep moving.

"This is it." Harry was murmuring, raising his wand. "It's through here."

We all had our wands out. Harry pushed the door open. We were in a high-ceilinged room now. It looked almost as though the dusty shelves went on forever. In front of us was row FIFTY-THREE. There were small glass orbs on the shelves, labelled neatly. There were candle brackets set at even intervals and the flames glowed blue.

I could feel the mirror in my pocket again. I gritted my teeth, wondering if I should bring it out and talk to him or not. I decided against it.

"We need to go right, I think." Hermione whispered, raising her lit wand. "Yes. . . that's fifty-four. . ."

"Keep your wands out." Harry said softly.

Harry led, though I was close behind. My mouth was dry and for the first time, I was glad that Susan and Ernie were here. I was glad that I wasn't the only Hufflepuff. I was glad that I had two true friends here with me.

"We're going to be okay." I murmured to the two of them. They both nodded.

Harry was passing rows so fast that he was barely checking the numbers and it was getting harder to keep up with him.

"Ninety-seven!" Hermione whispered and we stopped.

"He's right down at the end. You can't see properly from here. . ." Harry said nervously.

My heart dropped. Trang wasn't here. I'd led my friends into danger and Trang wasn't even here. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

"Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively.

"Somewhere about.  . . here. . ." Harry was saying.

"He's not here!" I said sharply. "And Trang isn't either." I stamped my foot, frustrated. I couldn't punch anything because everything was made of glass. I contented myself with ripping my hairband out of my hair, shaking out the ponytail.

"Harry?" Ron called after a few minutes as no one else had spoken. Susan had a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"What?" Harry snarled and I knew that he too, was feeling a bit like a fool.

"Have you seen this?" Ron asked and I looked up hesitantly. Harry hurried to him asking, "What?"

"What?" Harry asked glumly as we all surrounded him.

"It's- it's got your name on it." Ron said, pointing at one of the small glass spheres.

I raised my wand higher and saw that the date mark was sixteen years ago. The handwriting was spidery and read:

S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D. Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter

"What is it? What's your name doing down here?" Ron asked.

"It's a prophecy." I spoke now. "That's what all of these are. They're prophecy's. It's what Voldemort wants. It's a prophecy about him and you. Since he couldn't come and get it, he needed you to come and get it. The memory was always fake. Trang coming home was just a coincidence."

"Harry, I don't think you should touch it." Hermione said sharply.

"If you don't remove it." I said, "Voldemort will never get it. But at the same time, It's important that Dumbledore knows what it says. You're the only one who can make that decision Harry."

"What do you think I should do?" Harry asked me, and we had a bit of a staring contest.

"Well..." I said slowly. "If you give me a second, I think I'll be able to foresee that prophecy without you even touching it. However, if you don't take it, Voldemort will keep attempting to get it. I think your best bet is to grab it and smash it when we get out of here."

"Smash it?" Ernie asked incredulously.

"Yes." I said evenly. "And we need to hurry. I'm sure the Death Eaters are around here somewhere. Make up your mind Harry."

Harry hesitated and then he grabbed it. "We'll smash it then."

"I don't think so." A sneering voice said behind us. "Give that prophecy to me, Potter"

We all turned around and my face paled, my heart dropping. Lucius Malfoy stood there, his wand raised in one hand, the other wrapped around Trang, her glasses askew, and a wand pressed against her neck. 

⬅️➡️

[katnisspeetaprim]

[epthebookdragon]

Floo Powder

What is the status of the word floo?

Does it grammatically function like an adjective floo in present past and future? As in she floo to the ministry yesterday.

But it's a verb???

Or is it flooed or floo-ed? What do I use in my fics????

[stabbyapologist]

The closest I get to Hogwarts by "fast travel" is the Forbidden Forest. It makes sense to me.

[theflamingfeather]

Floo Powder now in store

FLOO POWDER IS THE MOST CONVENIENT WAY OF TRAVEL

[jeemoluniverse]

Harry Potter and Rowling's Amazing Futuristic Ideas

Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling is amazing fantasy fiction not classified as science-fiction. In this post I highlight many futuristic Sci-fi ideas embedded in the novels. Please let me know more such ideas of Rowling that we may have missed.

[argentaur]

wouldn't it be cute if they could use a floo-like mechanism to talk with each other through a candle flame? putting a nice little candle on the bedside table and lighting it up when going to bed, talking into the night until the candle burns out...

r and s gifting each other candles because they want to keep their nighttime conversations going

[sasukeprime]

,

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter & Severus Snape Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Kingsley Shacklebolt Additional Tags: Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Age Regression/De-Aging, Good Severus Snape Summary:

When Professor Snape is de-aged in a potions mishap, a furious headmaster leaves him with Harry Potter- but Harry doesn't react the way Albus had hoped. Maybe Voldemort wasn't the only one to underestimate Harry.

[weirdbabs]

with the floo powder you have to speak Very Clearly or else itll take you to the wrong place but that seems like it would cause problems? like. who decides what “clearly” is?? what about accents? or speach impediments? it takes place in england but theres different english accents and then theres irish and scottish and welsh like. what could be clear as day to one may be unclear to another

[magic-belodie]

Lego Harry Potter Collection Year 2 Floo Powder! Is Online!

[he13na]

There are sunset strips all over the world problem is we never heard about them

my friend Elena says Indiana is full of hot rockstar lookin guys. And also australian men are 💋

[quiet-out-there]

Please

summary: When Finnick notices how the reader's drink has been spiked with sex pollen at one of President Snows Balls, he and Peeta make a plan to save her from the special services the victors sometimes provide for the capitol. Finnick causes a distraction, while Peeta makes sure to take the reader away to safety, only the plan doesn’t go accordingly, and ends up with a sex crazed reader stuck on a closet.

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Warnings: sexual content, slight dubious consent, fingering, lots of praise, dom!Peeta??, reader under sex pollen

Notes: This is my first attempt at a shortfic about Peeta Mellark, as I have been quite obsessed with him lately This story is a short fic with little to no plot, so, enjoy the smut ;) For any weird grammar mistake, feel free to correct me for as inglish isn't my first lenguage!

Word count: 6.6k

Giff: @xiaolanhua

Finnick cursed out loud, grabbing the attention of some of the most important and exclusive people in Panem who were nearby. They began to chuckle and whisper among themselves in return, clearly enjoying the sudden outburst of District’s four beloved victor. Peeta, on the other hand, quickly realized something was wrong, politely ending the conversation with an all too eager sponsor who was in the midst of trying to convince him to go back to her room together. She was old, caked with so much makeup her features were almost unrecognizable. Staring at her for too long made Peeta feel uneasy, as if he were in a fever dream, where everything was washed in an eerie distortion, almost normal but not quite. 

“Are you okay?” was the first thing he said once he got to Finnick’s side, standing beside one of the absurdly food collapsed tables at one of the ballrooms corners. He was holding a glass filled with sweet smelling liquor, his hand so tightly wrapped around it his knuckles were turning white. Peeta was sure it was going to burst into pieces in just a matter of seconds, so he quickly reached for Finnick’s hand, surprised to find little to no resistance as he took the glass away and set it on the table. The motion seemed to snap Finnick out of whatever trance he had been in, blinking at Peeta as if he were just now assessing his presence there.

“What?” was all he could manage to say, his eyes returning their focus to something far away, the feather of a muscle twitching as he grounded his jaw.

“What's wrong?” Peeta pushed, following the man's gaze in an attempt to understand what he was seeing that was making him so mad. Finnick had a temper, Peeta knew that, but it was always tightly concealed in that calm and easy-going facade he portrayed, his armor against everything. It took quite an effort to make him lose his composure.

“(y/n)” He answered, voice made of steel. Peeta frowned, eyes desperately trying to find what was going on, his chest tightening at the mention of your name, “They dosed her drink with an aphrodisiac powder.”

Peeta’s whole body froze, his eyes snapping back to the man beside him. 

“What do you mean aphrodisiac powder, what the hell even is that?”

But Peeta could already imagine what it meant, what they were doing it for. Anger rose in his blood like fire, pumping into his heart, beating so fast it was starting to make it hard for him to breathe -

“Finnick” He managed to get out, hand coming up to grab the man’s arm, turning him to face him.

“I recognized this man talking to Snow earlier” Finnick began, his eyes closing as one of his hands came to massage his temple, as if a piercing headache was making it hard for him to think “He is the one who arranges the customers for-,” he took a deep breath before opening his eyes to meet Peeta's wide ones “ the special services from the victors the capitol sometimes provides”

His stomach churned in a way that threatened to make Peeta vomit every expensive item of food he had ingested tonight, right on the pristine marble floor. He knew exactly what Finnick was talking about. Haymitch had told him about this business Snow ran, a way for him to further control the victors, make them pay for whatever rule breaking he deemed was done on their game, threatening their family’s life as a cost of it. But (y/n) had won fair, she had outsmarted the players, not the capitol, she didn't deserve this, she-

“I have been watching this man all evening, analyzing his moves, trying to figure out who Snow had sold to him,” Finnick continued, interrupting Peeta’s running thoughts. “It was easy enough to discover, with the way he has been practically stalking (y/n) all night.” An exasperated sigh escaped his lips “But something is different this time. He hasn't come up to talk to her and she is completely oblivious to him, as if she doesn't know what Snow has done, as if she hasn't been warned what would happen if she denies”

Her family, massacred. Peeta swallowed, his throat painfully dry all of a sudden. 

“That’s when I noticed what he was doing” Finnick’s hands bawled into fists by his sides, his eyes returning to scan the room before returning to Peeta’s, “They are drugging her, filling her with aphrodisiac poison that will make her unable to think of anything more than sex. They are making her into a puppet so they can take advantage of her, avoiding the resistance, the threats, the compromise on her part.”

“That is sick” Peeta breathed out, feeling lightheaded and utterly disgusted.

“People here in the capitol are absolutely rotten” Finnick spat, “I have been a victim of that drug before. It is so potent, it makes it physically painful to deny sex, it forces the body to need it on a primal level, triggering an almost survival instinct.” 

Peeta cringed at the thought of Finnick, barely a teen, being a subject to all this.

“We have to do something, we have to save her” Peeta rushed through whispered words, his eyes looking around them in search of anyone who could be eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Yes” Finnick agreed, “But we must do it inconspicuously, or they could end up hurting her even more.” 

“What is your plan?” Peeta’s breathing eased a little, his chest loosening at the reminder of Finnick’s clever mind. 

“Once the effects of the drugs kick in, she will quickly excuse herself to the bathroom. There, I will intercept the man, distract him. Make a big scene if I must.” The ghost of a smirk pulled at Finnick’s lips at the thought, before it was quickly wiped away as he continued “You will find (y/n) and get her the hell out of here, but not to her room. They will be probably expecting her there” Peeta shuddered at the thought, nodding at Finnick.

“Where is she now?” Peeta inquired, his eyes returning to the crowd, unable to find the girl in question.

“Near Snow’s fountain, to the left side of the room. She is talking to a man with a neon green top hat.”

Peeta found you instantly then, the loud pounding of his heart in his ears drowning any other sound. You looked so beautiful, he couldn't help to notice, with your hair pulled away from your face in an elegant updo, filled with colored jewels that caught and reflected every light on the ball room, like a beacon. Your dress was made of black jewels as well, hugging every hill and dip of your body in an exquisite way, a slit on the side of your hip revealing the tan skin of your right leg. And your smile, so bright as you laughed at some joke the man before you had uttered, it took his breath away- until he realized how your chest was moving rapidly, as if the air entering your lungs wasn't enough, at how your skin was covered in a sheen of sweet, some stray away hairs curling around the nape of your neck and around your face, and at the way your hands had begun to tremble, hiding the away by clasping them tightly behind your back.

“It is starting,” Finnick commented, straightening his shoulders as if preparing himself to move. Peeta did the same, struggling to calm his fast beating heart.

You offered the man another smile, this one polite, apologetic. The man dipped his head and moved out of your way, allowing you to begin moving into the crowd of people dancing on the dance floor, towards the other side of the room, where the bathrooms were located. Finnick nodded at Peeta, signaling to start moving the same way as you. They got to there first, and Finnick leaned forward to whisper right on Peeta’s ear, in a gesture that seemed like a warm goodbye from a friend to the ignorant eye. 

“I will go for the man, you grab (y/n) and leave right away, don't waste time on explanations until you are both alone and safe.” 

Peeta nodded, clasping his back as reassurance. He could do this, he told himself, willing his body to calm down, to gather his anxious thoughts. 

Before Finnick finally pulled away, he added in a tense, almost somber tone, so lowly his words almost got forgotten among the chattering crowd.

“Do what you must to help her, she’ll be glad it was you and not someone else.”  

Peeta’s brows furrowed in confusion, but before he could ask what Finnick meant by that, he was already being swallowed by the crowd, disappearing among the vibrant colors, the moving bodies, the discordant music that made Peeta’s teeth greet in discomfort. 

Peeta moved onto the side of the bathroom door, acting as if his shoelace had been untied and crouching down to fix it, avoiding anyone starting a conversation with him that could complicate his inconspicuous escape. 

It only took a couple of minutes before he heard your voice,

“S-Sorry, excuse me please” You sounded breathless, words tight in your throat, as if the mere effort to get them out was painful. 

Peeta got up then, instantly identifying you making your way out of the crowd in a desperate attempt to get to the bathroom. He walked up to you just as you took the door handle in your shaky hand, grabbing your wrist in a secure grip before pulling you along with him, without stopping to say anything. You gasped in shock, stumbling slightly over your feet before you could manage to keep up with his fast pace. You pulled at his hand in an attempt to be let go, but he ignored you, mind only focused on one thing-

The exit door, only a couple of steps away

 “Peeta!” you exclaimed as you finally recognized him, struggling to maintain a composure, smile wavering between a frown and a grimace of pain “What the fuck are you doing?” you whispered, feeling as though your vision was shaking, not being able to see people anymore, just shapes and colors merging together in a sickening spin-

You were going to throw up.

“I’m going to be sick” you pleaded, arm now falling limp on his firm grip, deciding to leave fate in his hands- unable to do anything to resist, and knowing deep down Peeta would never hurt you.

Peeta’s heart squeezed on his chest as he heard you, and he opened his mouth to explain -what? he did not know- anything to make you feel better, to help you understand what was going on,

But then a crushing sound vibrated across the room, making people gasp and scream in shock, their attention now focused on the other side of the room. 

Finnick

Peeta let out a sigh of relief as he got to the entrance door, which was luckily open, not a peacekeeper in sight.  He didn't waste a second to pull you out towards the main hall, where the elevator to the victor's rooms was.

“It will be alright (y/n), I promise” Peeta finally spoke, his voice just above a whisper, as he continued his way with unbreakable determination, both of your steps resonating against the glass floor the only sound in the spacious room “just trust me, okay?”

You felt as if Peeta’s voice was coming from underwater, muffled and far away- But still managed to understand.

“Okay” You replied, unable to voice any other word running through your dizzy brain - Your heart, you realized, it was beating so fast you couldn't catch a breath, and your skin, it felt so uncomfortable, so tight against your body- you wanted to rip it out. And the heat, the fucking heat

Peeta’s hand freed your wrist as he pressed the elevator’s button in a frantic pace, his other coming up to grip your hip, pushing so you stood in front of him, blocking the view of your body with his. 

You were so close now, bodies almost pressed together. His smell invaded you like the most intoxicating, addictive perfume you had ever sensed, tightening your chest in a silent hitch of breath - And his touch- so firm and strong, fingers pressing down on the overly sensitive flesh on your hip witch was barely covered in the thin material of your jeweled gown- it set flames through your veins

Peeta heard the rush of voices coming down the hall, right from where you had come, before he felt their quick heels clad steps coming closer. Whatever Finnick had done, it had set a commotion enough to make people begin to retreat to their chambers in a hurry. 

His eyes snapped to the elevator, the bright gold number still stuck on the 7th floor, and he realized it wasn't going to come by quick enough - They were already nearing the corner, they were going to catch the both of you, they were going to take you away and hurt you-

He secured your hand in his before he began to pull you further down the hall, your feet struggling to find their footing but managing not to stumble over them as you followed him. There was only one door in the hall, right on the end of it, a black metal block painted in bright gold. Peeta didn't bother to knock on it as he grabbed the handle, twisting it at the same time he pushed the side of his body on it to open it- and to his surprise and utter relief- it did. He didn't waste a second to push you inside, head twisting back one last time to see down the hall, where he noticed a couple of people beginning to appear, their vibrant colors striking against the pristine white walls and gold floor details. 

He closed the door behind him, leaving out the light from the hall, engulfing you both in complete darkness. He let out a long breath, his head dropping back against the door frame, a chuckle leaving his chest before he could stop it.

You tried to blink back the darkness, but your eyes were still struggling to adjust. Something was very wrong, you realized, as you couldn't seem to make the air from the space enter your lungs. You stepped back from the man in front of you in an attempt to gain some distance and ground yourself, but you felt the cool jab of metal meet your back- you twisted on the spot, freeing your hand from Peeta’s as you extended your arms in front of you. And you felt, to your utter horror, how on every side you were met with metal railings or the cool feeling of painted concrete walls. 

The space was tiny. A closet, of some sorts, you figured with a leap of your heart.

 “I can't” you gasped aloud, one hand coming up to clutch your chest, pulling at the absurd number of necklaces that had been wrapped around your neck- it felt as if you were choking “I can't breathe.” 

Peeta’s hands were instantly extended in search of you, his eyes wide in an attempt to see something, but only being met with darkness. 

“It is okay, hey, I’m here” He whispered, one of his hands brushing your shoulder. The contact made electricity run down your body, and you twisted in an attempt to get away from his touch, managing only to bump into the railing so hard, their contents began to fall onto the floor-

Peta cursed under his breath at the loud sound of stuff crashing against the glass floor, his heart drumming onto his chest as he felt the footsteps from outside alarmingly close. 

“Hey, hey calm down” He tried again, his hand grabbing your shoulder this time. And you tried to twist away again, desperate to get away from the warmth, the heat of his body, his burning touch-

it was too much, too much 

You pushed into the railing again making it crash against the wall in a loud bang. 

“(y/n)” Peeta rushed, his voice tight on his chest in anxiousness. But you didn't hear him, wouldn't hear him, needing to get away, desperately trying to do so-

Peeta felt the voices outside begin to wonder what those noises down the hall were, their loud cackling dimming down as if to hear better. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before somebody came up to investigate,

“Calm down” He ordered, voice low, almost a murmur. You could feel it vibrating on your chest, “We have to stay quiet, or they will find us.”

You tried to reason with his words, to obey, to understand what the fuck was going on - but then a pang of pain shot down your belly, taking the air from your lungs in a rush of a breath, before settling in a tight coil of aching between your legs. It made a whine fall from your lips before you could stop it, eyes closing as you hugged your body tightly.

Peeta’s heart stopped when he felt nearing footsteps, arms shooting forward when he heard your loud whine of pain at the same time, determined now to make you quiet. One hand found your hip as the other your arm, and he didn't waste a second to twist your bodies, so you stood with your back pressed to his chest. One of his strong arms circled your waist, locking you into him in a grip so tight you couldn't move an inch, as his other hand came to your face, palm pressing onto your mouth to silence any noise. 

And just like that, your senses cleared, they sharpened, they focused and circled on only one thing-

Him.

The way his warm body was pressed to yours, the feeling of his strong muscled arm wrapped around your waist, the way his chest pushed against you in every intake of breath, the feeling of his heart pounding so loud and fast against your back- and his god damn smell, so sweet and dark and intoxicating- it made the coil deep within your core tighten painfully, breath hitching on your throat.   

Peeta strained his ear to hear whatever was going on outside, the footsteps stopping just inches away, its shadow casting beneath the door frame. But it was so hard to concentrate on anything else that the way for body felt pressed to his - so warm he thought you might be having a fever-  and the way you were breathing so hard and fast, you were panting against his hand- but he could notice, he could see how much you were trying to do as he said, to stay still and be quiet, even if you were in so much discomfort 

“That’s it, calm down” He whispered, lowering his head so his lips were pressed to your ear, making sure only you could hear him. “You are doing so good” he praised, the words warm against your skin. 

The way he phrased those words was enough to make a shiver run through your spine and make your head spin with desire. You hadn't noticed the way you had begun to press further onto him, almost as if desperate to be closer, to feel him even further. And his hand, his fucking hand had begun to rub the side of your waist in a comforting way,

You were melting. But you wanted more, you needed more-

Peeta tried to ignore the way you had begun to move against him, how your breathing had changed to something deeper, how your mouth let slip little whines and moans against his hand. He knew it was the drug's effect, he knew you couldn't help it, he knew he had to maintain a clear head, to take care of you and make sure you stayed safe.

And then you felt it, as you ground your body against his, you felt something hard begin to press against your ass. It made something in you snap, a need so desperate and maddening, it made fire rush through your veins as if boiling from the inside out- it made your brain drunk and fuzzy with desire- and the pain, the excruciating coil tightening between your legs, it was too much, too much.    

Peeta felt your hand suddenly grip his, moving his arm away from your hip. He felt almost in a daze, as if unable to stop you as you moved it down your body. His breath hitched in your ear as you pressed his hand right between your legs, where you needed him the most. The thin material of your jeweled gown was the only thing standing between his fingers and your pussy- he could feel how warm you were, and cursed aloud when he noticed also how wet. 

“We can't” He whispered; voice slightly breaking as he felt you increase the pressure of his fingers “They have drugged you with an aphrodisiac. You are not thinking straight-”  

A moan slipped through your lips, muffled by his hand still pressed against your mouth. Peeta's eyes strained on the doorframe, noticing the shadow gone. He almost sighed in relief, until he felt the loud chuckles coming from outside-

they were still there.

Your brain couldn't comprehend anything else but the need for him. A need that was becoming so strong, the pain was unbearable. You could feel tears swell in your eyes as you gasped, your other hand coming up to push away his own from your mouth. 

“Please, Peeta, I can't take this anymore- I” you choked on a whine when you felt his other hand slip from away from your body “-I need you, please, just help me.”

You pleaded, head dropping back against his shoulder in utter defeat. 

Peeta cursed again, eyes tightening shut as he searched for the will to contain himself, to find a way to reason with you, to make you understand how this was so wrong-

But then he remembered Finnick's words. ‘Do what you must to help her,’ what did he even mean? Was this the only way you could go through this? You would hate him for it, Peeta thought, taking advantage of you like this- but you were in pain, you were literally crying and shaking in his arms, he couldn't stand seeing you like this, it was breaking him-

“Please” you whined, your own hand coming between your legs to relieve some of the pressure there in a futile attempt- you felt absolutely nothing.

“Okay” he murmured against your ear, telling it more to himself than to you, making up his mind. “How can I help you, (y/n), just tell me how.” 

You sigh in relief at his words, closing your eyes in anticipation.

“Touch me” you whispered, breathless “Please.”

Peeta felt lightheaded with the way you were so desperate, so needy for him. In any other circumstance, he would have given away with the first please ever uttered from your beautiful lips- because you were always so composed, so strong, so unwavering- hearing you like this was making him almost as desperate for you as you were for him.

“Please what?” Peeta couldn't help to reply, his voice just as breathless as yours, beginning to move his arms, tentatively resting his hands on your hips.

You groaned in frustration, beginning to push yourself away from him so you could turn around to face him when you felt one of his strong hands spread across your abdomen, pushing you right back against him. He was so strong, you couldn't help but think, imagining his hands pushing and pulling other parts, handling you as if it were nothing-

“Please, Peeta” you begged.

Peeta melted at the sound of those tight words in your throat.

“So polite” he praised, finally moving one hand to the side of your hip where the slit of your gown began. His callous warm fingers met your bare skin there and you sighed in content “Such a good girl” he whispered, mouth pressing down just below your right earlobe, in that sensitive spot that felt to good it sent tingles down your body and made you moan out loud before you could stop it-

Peeta’s other hand instantly moved to cover your mouth once again, roughly pushing your head back against his shoulder. 

“What was that?” A woman’s voice exclaimed from the hall outside, filled with delight “Sounds like someone’s having a good time!”

Peeta cursed on your ear, the words sounding even more coarse coming out of his mouth. 

You whimpered, unable to take the pain between your legs any longer- your heart was beating so fast, it seemed as if you couldn't catch your breath, your skin so taut you thought it might snap over your bones, and the heat- you thought you might pass out 

“Shh it’s okay” Peeta tried to calm you, his eyes glued to the shadows now outside of your door. Had they figured someone was inside here? “Be quiet doll, you can do it.”

You nodded your head in a haze, desperate to show him you would do anything he said. 

Peeta knew you couldn't take it any longer, practically limp in his arms, trembling in his grip. He took in a shaky deep breath before he began to move the hand on your hip underneath the surprisingly thin material of your gown. Your skin was so smooth and soft, and so, so warm- Peeta had to take a minute to just caress between your hip and upper thigh, savoring the feeling of your tender flesh beneath his rough fingers - before he heard your impatient cry from within his hand covering your mouth. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the shadows beneath the door begin to move away, using the courage to finally dip his fingers between your thighs. His breath hitched when he noticed you didn't have anything under your gown, being met with your bare pussy right beneath his finger, hand freezing in place as the realization of what he was doing, and to whom, dawned on him.

He was about to fuck (y/n), districts four beloved 73rd hunger games victor.

“You are killing me” you mumbled against his palm, desperately pushing your hips forward in an attempt to increase the pressure of his fingers where you needed him most. So, he dipped his hand further, his muscled arm tensing over your belly as he did, bringing you flushed against him. And his fingers, ever so slowly, began to part your folds, his eyes closing as his head dropped down to lean on your shoulders at the feeling of your slick coating his fingers, smoothing his entrance. You bit his hand in an attempt to quiet the moan bubbling on your chest, head pushing back against his shoulder in an attempt to get a grip on yourself.

“So good” he murmured, lips tightly pressed to your ear “So good, so quiet.” 

You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he began to rub your wetness up and down, right over the bundle of nerves that send electric waves of pleasure down your body. One of your hands came down to grip his arm, pushing it down with further force- Peeta instantly knew what you wanted, what it meant- and he obliged, increasing the pressure and pace of his fingers. 

The people outside began to cheer for something, the noise followed by clapping. Peeta didn't waste a second to remove his hand against your mouth, moving it down to your chin as he pushed your head further back, adjusting so his ear was right over your mouth-

“Let me hear you doll” He breathed, his fingers quickening their pace almost desperately so- feeling so good it made your toes curl and your thighs squeeze around his hand. And you moaned, so desperate and needy it would have embarrassed you if it weren't for the fact that that was exactly how you felt for him. 

“Peeta” you choked out in a gasp right on his ear, and that was enough to make Peeta lose his mind, a low groan escaping from his own lips, the sound so deep and hoarse it vibrated on his chest.

You could feel his erection pressed on your backside, so hard you knew we wanted you just as much at the moment. And you wanted to feel him, God, it was all you could have ever wanted, so you started to move your hand to your back- until you felt his hand suddenly stop, making you freeze in place. You could hear his ragged breathing, feel his heart pounding against your back-

“Look at me,” He whispered, interrupting the sudden silence. You opened your eyes, surprised to notice how they had adjusted to the darkness, able to see the outlines of the door, the metal railing filled with cleaning supplies- you were in fact, in a closet. And then you looked up, finding his beautiful face before you. 

He was so handsome; you had noticed that the first time you saw him. With his big, deep brown eyes and breathtaking smile. And now, with his messy blonde hair, his parted soft lips, his completely darkened eyes-

He looked delicious.

“You are absolutely beautiful” he murmured, the hand on your chin moving up to cup the side of your face. “(y/n)” he continued, a deep breath leaving his lips, fanning your own. You wanted to taste him so badly “You are not on your right mind, this is not what you want.”

You shook your head, exasperated.

“I want you so badly” you voiced in a shuddering breath “If you don't touch me right now, I think I might die.”

You used his stun position to free from his grasp, finally turning so you were face to face. He looked completely disheveled, his white tux discarded on the floor, and his matching shirt completely wrinkled, the first buttons torn and revealing a slit of tanned skin. 

“I-” He began but you couldn't resist any longer, shutting him up with a kiss. 

His hands were on you instantly, pulling at your hips to position you flush against him, to then wrap his arms around your waist to lock you in place. Your hand snaked to the back of his head, where you tangled them on his hair, slightly pulling it just to hear him groan again- it felt like fuel to the fire inside you. You used the moment to deepen the kiss, meeting his warm tongue inside his mouth. The kiss was desperate, hungry, lips moving feverishly against each other.

Peeta forgot about everything else, about the people on the other side of the door, about getting caught- he could only think about you, about feeling you against him, your lips on his, your tongue on his mouth- he wanted more. His hands began to roam your body, testing, feeling, kneading your soft flesh in a grip so strong you knew would certainly leave bruises. And then they were on your ass, squeezing so tight you moaned against his mouth- and he was lifting you up from the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist-

“I need you” You panted against his lips, finally breaking the kiss. The coil in your lower stomach feeling even more unbearable, the pain was making you see white dots in the corner of your vision “I need you inside me.”

Peeta leaned his forehead to yours, attempting to regain control of himself, to think straight. He sat your body against the railing, separating enough so he could see your face, meet your eyes.

And he stared at you, almost in awe before he spoke again, dropping his head back as if to force himself to stop doing it any longer.

“Your eyes” he breathed out, “they shine so black when you are hot for me.” 

You cupped his face between your warm hands, forcing him to face you as you once again begged-

“please”

Peeta wanted nothing more than to oblige - he would have lifted your gown and fucked you right there against the railings- but he knew he couldn’t. He couldn't, not when you were under the effects of a drug that altered your senses, your reasoning.   

So, he compromised. Not doing anything was torture to you, or so he told himself, moving so one of his arms could fit between both of your bodies while the other began to lift your gown and gather it just over your hips. 

“Are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet?” He panted, his ears once again registering the commotion outside. Seemed like they moved the party to the hall, he realized, glad that the noise had gone louder, hiding what was going on in the little storage closet down the corridor.

“Yes” you whimpered, unable to contain the tears swelling in your eyes due to the pain, and the excitement- 

Such a wreck for him, Peeta thought, brain drunk in desire.

“You are the one killing me, (y/n)” he murmured, holding your gaze with eyes so intense you thought he might be looking through you. 

And then his hand was between your legs again, slowly rubbing your wet folds, surprised at how they were more so than before. He quicken up the pace faster this time, taking his time in enjoying every sinful sound falling from your lips, your head falling back to lean against the railing- you gasped when you felt his other hand grip your chin, thumb and index finger pressing against your cheeks and forcing you to open your eyes

“Look at me” he panted, and you thought you might cum just by the way he was looking at you with so much hunger-

And then you gasped in shock as without a warning two of his fingers slipped inside you, his thumb continuing to rub on your sensitive clit. Pleasure shocked through your body making you involuntary shake against the rails, the pressure on your lower abdomen coiling impossibly tighter-

“I'm gonna-” you whined, head leaning forward to try and find somewhere to lean on, but Peeta’s grip held you there on place, forcing you to face him. 

“Say please” He breathed, lips hovering over yours, his fingers moving in and out of you with the perfect pressure, the perfect pace, and his thumb-

“Peeta” you whimpered.

He could feel how close you were, how your walls clenched around his fingers in the most delicious way- he thought he was close himself to climax, just by the way your face scrunched with pleasure, how your body became undone under his touch-

“Come on doll, ask nicely” He encouraged, needing to hear you beg, just one more time.

 “Please” you managed moan.

And he was merciless about it, plunging his fingers into you harder, faster, his thumb rubbing against your clit feverishly, curling his fingers and hitting just the perfect spot-

You become undone with his name on your lips, waves of pleasure erupting from deep within your tummy as the tight coil finally released, toes curling and body jerking. He slowed the pace of his fingers as he continued to ride you out of your orgasm, your shaking body finally collapsing into his, blind with gratification and exhaustion.

Peeta panted against your ear as he finally removed his fingers from inside you, proceeding to hold you tight against him before he lowered you from the railing back onto your feet- until he quickly realized you couldn't stand on your own, arms wrapping securely around your waist and across your back to hold you in place, your own coming up to snake around his neck in a solid embrace.

“Are you alright?” He whispered, his breathing still ragged, heart pounding loudly against your chest pressed to his- you on the other hand, were completely crashing, blood pressure dropping, white stars dancing in the back of your close eyelids. 

“hmm” you hummed, struggling to remain conscious.

“I think they left” Peeta voiced his thoughts, frowning in concentration as he listened for any noise outside- but it was completely quiet, he soon realized. 

You didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, brain completely fogged with satisfaction, body finally out of pain and completely relaxed on his arms, as if meant to be there all along.

“(y/n)” Peeta shook you, his tone finally above a whisper “Hey, I need you to stay here yeah? stay with me.”

You tried to nod but your head just fell limp against his shoulder-

He smelled so fucking good.

“Thank you?” He replied, amusement clear on his breathless words.

You hadn't realized you had voiced your thoughts out loud, a soft chuckle scaping your lips.

“You are completely out of it, aren't you” He sighed, leaning over you so he rested his chin on top of your head, attempting to calm himself down.

You frowned at the height difference, moving your feet, and realizing you were barefoot, heels completely lost somewhere in the tiny closet.

Once Peeta finally could catch his breath, heart in a slightly normal pace, he stepped closer to the door, your almost limp body secure in his strong arms. He pushed the side of his face flat against the cool metal, concentrating on identifying any sound that could indicate someone on the other side but-

Nothing. Silence.

“Okay” He murmured, nodding “Okay, we are going to come out, yes?”

You mumbled a reply, what? you didn't know, but it was enough to make Peeta nod again. You felt him loosen his grip on you making you react on clinging to him with all your strength, desperate to avoid the loss of contact.

“Hey, I’m here, I won't leave you” He assured you, hands pushing you by the hips to create some space between the two- and you were so completely weak, barely registering your body at all, that you couldn't avoid the separation. 

You frowned, opening your mouth to try and object, when you were suddenly being lifted from the ground and up on his arms again, this time in bridal style, with one of his arms holding under your knees as the other secured around your back. 

“Romantic” you gushed, chuckling again.

Peeta rolled his eyes, sheepish smile tugging at his lips, as he adjusted his body so his hand could twist the handle and open the door. He loosens a breath he didn't know had been holding as he registered the hall with quick assessing eyes, noticing it completely deserted.

You tried to blink at the sudden light, but it took just a couple of blinks before your eyes dropped closed again, as if the weight of them was impossible to overcome. 

“Your room is not safe” He murmured, beginning to make his way to the elevator with you tightly held on to his arms “We will go to mine.”

You nodded, the pull of unconsciousness so strong you were sure it was only a matter of seconds before you were out- so you snuggled closer to him, wrapping your arms across his neck and positioning your face right at the nape of his neck, where his smell washed over you and his warmth seeped to your skin.

And just like that, you were out with a content smile plastered on your face.

[suugarbabe]

drunken daydreams | s.b. x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of drinking, pining, fluff

a/n: little fun fact i found out, beer pong was invented in the 1950's?? also this is for week three of jinxed july for my wives <3

Hopeless. That is what it felt like to crush on Sirius Black. Hopeless because Sirius was, well…everything. He was charming beyond belief, even professors falling for his half turned smile and cheeky winks. He was absolutely gorgeous, unfairly so really, onyx hair that fell in messy tendrils no matter how many times he ran his ring glad fingers through it. His eyes were always playfully full of mischief, but if you truly paid attention to him (and you did) you could tell that they shifted just the slightest bit in shade depending on his mood. His mouth seemed to permanently be painted with a smirk unless someone was telling him ‘no’, then his powder pink lips would puff in a pout and who in their right mind could deny that look? (certainly not you). 

When Lily asked you to spend a week at James’s family cabin with her over summer holiday you had originally said no. James’s cabin meant Sirius’s cabin since the latter now lived with the former; that and they were attached at the hip with no hope of prying them apart. Lily had pouted, begging you to say yes, but going only seemed like torture. Torture because it’d be a week essentially alone with Sirius as Lily and James would likely frequently find couple things to do, Marlene and Dorcus would be hiking everyday and Remus would seclude himself with ‘peace and quite for once’. Alone time with Sirius made you nervous because you were nearly, practically, almost one hundred percent sure that your feelings toward Sirius were not reciprocated. 

But that did not stop Lily from employing the raven haired boy to get you to change your mind. Which is how you found yourself conveniently alone with Sirius in the train compartment on the ride back from Hogwarts. “Pretty please, you can’t not go, everyone’s going,” in classic fashion with his little pout and his eyes widened. You tried to avert your gaze from his, knowing if you looked too long you’d give in. But this tactic failed miserably as Sirius simply moved back into your view, “I’m literally begging here, love,” and oh how he looked so pretty begging. “Please say yes, I cannot hear James or Lils complain the whole week. I need you there.”

He needed you there. That’s what he had said. And that one phrase spun a slew of delusional scenarios in your mind that led you to agree to join the rest of the group for the week. 

It wasn’t as bad as you originally anticipated in the beginning. The lot of you gathered at the Potter’s manner, utilizing the floo system for their hike to the cabin, that experience going surprisingly swimmingly for it being your first time. The first night at the cabin you guys decided on a bonfire. “It’s like christening the place,” James had said, with much encouragement from Sirius and much to the eye roll of Remus. “We’ll go get drinks started!” Lily grabbed your arm, pulling you up from your chair and back towards the door of the cabin, “any requests or all we good with surprises?” 

James Dorcus and Remus laid out drink orders while Marlene said you could surprise her. You turned to Sirius as he spoke next, “You know my drink, don’t you love?” You bit the inside of your cheek, hoping the heat you felt wasn’t making itself prominent as a blush on your cheeks, “Firewhiskey with cola, right?” Sirius winked, nodding in confirmation and the swarm of butterflies in your stomach started humming. 

Back in the kitchen Lily was practically vibrating with excitement. You let out a long sigh, “Something got you worked up Lils? Wanna share with the class?” Lily wore a small grin as she filled all the glasses with ice, “I’m just thinking about what I saw and if you saw it too.” You halted in filling Sirius's glass, resting both hands on the counter in front of you, “What do you think you saw? Because James’s googly eyes over you is basically a daily occurrence, I didn’t think it’d have you this excited still.” Lily rolled her eyes at your statement, “I’m very clearly talking about Sirius and you.” 

You made a scrunched face at this, “There’s nothing between me and Sirius. Well, like we’re friends, obviously, but you know there’s nothing more.” Lily shrugged, a slight curl to her lips as she continued making drinks. “Lils, please. He doesn’t like me like that. It would never happen and honestly…” you grabbed a few glasses in your hands, “I’m coming to terms with that.” You were not coming to terms with it. But it would be far easier than having all your friends thinking you’re hopelessly pining after him. What doesn’t help is Lily’s next response, “I dunno, babes. I could see the two of you together.” She slid the back door open with her elbow before walking back onto the deck, calling out that drinks were ready.

That one comment had you reeling, overanalyzing every interaction and conversation you had ever had with Sirius. You barely even registered that he spoke to you when you handed him his drink before taking your seat in the lawn chair next to his. You glanced his way when you felt his stare after a moment, “Sorry, Siri, did you say something?” Sirius smiled sweetly at you, a hint of something you couldn’t read in his eyes, “Just a thanks for the drink, love.” The commonplace pet name had your cheeks aflame but you prayed to Merlin the light of the bonfire hid the evidence. 

As the night went on and the drinks flowed, everyone was eventually corralled inside for what James called a “mandatory game of beer pong” after Lily agreed to play (and be his partner) with the promise that everyone would play ‘the muggle way’, no use of magic for assistance. Everyone agreed and placed their wands on the counter and paired up, you finding yourself partnered with Sirius. Remus stated he would be the officiant to “help keep Sirius and James in line and following the rules” much to their promises to play cleanly. “Ready, partner?” Sirius called you up to the table, dropping the ping pong ball in one of the cups closest to him. You nodded, a tight lip smile on your lips to try and help hide the nerves that were brewing inside. 

You looked across the table at Lily and James, the red head trying to conceal her smirk as she looked from you to Sirius and back. You rolled your eyes with a slight smile before Sirius started smack talking James. “Oh you’re in for it now, Potter. You and your little Lilly flower are cute and all, but you’re no match for me and y/n/n here, isn’t that right, love?” Sirius held his hand out palm up, clearly waiting for you to slap it. You gave him a high five and a small nervous laugh, “Y-yeah, right.” 

To your surprise Sirius was actually correct; James and Lily were horrible at beer pong, but you and Sirius looked like seasoned champions. The game against them went rather quickly, James sulking against Lilly on the couch as Marlene and Dorcus re-racked the red cups. This game proved to be a little more difficult, the girls being able to really go toe to toe with you and Sirius, you were down to two cups left to sink, while Marlene and Dorcus only had three cups. Marlene stood tall at the end of the table, ping pong ball in hand. She closed one eye, Dorcus semi-slurring encouragements to her before Marlene gave the ball a light toss. 

You watched as the ball arched in the air coming down towards one of the last three cups. The ball began the swirl around the rim of the cup and your next actions were more on instinct than real knowledge or skill of the game. You bent down near the cup, giving a quick blow of air near the ball before watching the physics of the combination making the ball jump from the cup and land back onto the table. Sirius let out a gleeful noise of shock, whereas Marlene and Dorcas began protesting, “Hey! We said no magic! Remus, that’s a foul we get that cup right?!” Sirius, however, was quick to go to your defense, “Nuh-uh, there was no magic involved, that’s just how good y/n/n’s blowing abilities are!” 

Your eyes widened in shock at his words, Dorcas rattling off a teasing remark before Sirius could correct himself, “Oh? And how would you know about her blowing abilities, Black?” The drinks were getting to you slightly, a small giggle bubbling from your throat as Sirius tried his best to defend himself, “I, well…erm, that’s not what I meant…I-I mean,” he turned to face you, his eyes half lidded as they made contact with yours, “Don’t you look at me like that, love.” A lazy smile adorned your face, “I’m not looking at you any kind of way, Siri.” 

Sirius shook his head in disagreement, “You’re giving me those eyes.” You batted your eyelashes a few times, “I’m not giving you any special eyes. Besides, if you’re wanting to know about my abilities, you can just tell me.” Sirius’s eyes widened before he let out a huff of air through his nose, “No, I don’t, I want to- I mean, you did the, the thing- and then Dorcus said what she said and so I just - I, erm, n-no I’m good.” While you laughed a little at his stumbling, you couldn’t deny the pit growing in your stomach the longer he tried to find nice ways to essentially reject your playful advance. 

Luckily you didn’t have to hide your dejection for long as you and Sirius lost to the girls and now your solemn look could be explained by the loss of the game instead of the loss of any chance you had with Sirius. You gave him a half-hearted smile before going to find a seat on one of the couches as James and Lily went to play against the winners. You only half paid attention the game, every interaction with Sirius from the night playing back over and over in your mind. Why did he have to be so bloody hard to read? 

To even get you on this trip in the first place he said he needed you there. But you don’t speak two each other in any capacity until everyone arrived at James’s manor. Even there it was only long glances, which could have been strictly initiated by you. Although you could have sworn he was already looking your way one or two times when you made eye contact. Here at the cabin you knew his drink, because of course you did. Was he teasing you earlier when he asked?

But he also winked at you. And he’s been calling you love, and made that comment about your ‘blowing skills’. But he does make dirty jokes a lot. You really would be a perfect couple though, all of your friends told you so whenever you talked about him, sometimes even when you didn’t talk about him. People wouldn’t say that to you just to be mean to you, I mean, these were your best friends. But he also essentially rejected your flirtatious advances. Why was this so hard to- 

A ring clad hand was waving in front of your face causing you to blink several times before refocusing on the object of your delusional thoughts. Sirius had his ever present charming grin, a special glint in his hooded eyes, “Caught you daydreaming about me again, didn’t I, love?” Maybe it was the liquid courage, but the words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, “Don’t be mean, Sirius.” 

Sirius quirked an eyebrow, “What do you-” Rather ungracefully, you cut him off, “Just because you know I have a crush on you doesn’t mean you can tease me like everyone else does. It’s honestly humiliating enough.” Sirius’s once smirking features changed to that of confusion, “It’s humiliating to have a crush on me?” You groaned in frustration, covering your face with your hands before looking down at your feet, “Yes, Sirius, it’s humiliating to have a raging crush on someone that clearly has no interest or feelings toward me beyond platonic friendship.” 

The cool metal of his rings felt like ice against your flamed skin as he forced you to look at him, “Who said my feelings were strictly platonic?” You opened your mouth to respond before quickly closing it again. You sat up straighter then, Sirius’s hand dropping from your chin, “Well, you did, you said that. Back during the game, when Dorcus was teasing us and I asked if that’s what you wanted. You basically stumbled over a way to tell me you were uninterested in my advances.” 

His melodic laugh filled your ears. You were ready to smack him for being so rude before he started giving you a viable response. “Sweetheart…I wasn’t trying to reject you,” you looked up to meet his eyes once more as he continued, “I responded that way because you had me flustered, you…kind of always make me feel that way.” He scratched the back of his head nervously, “I didn’t really know how to respond properly when Dorcus made that remark. And, erm, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable by admitting I probably, erm, wouldn’t mind finding out how good your,” he gulped slightly, “abilities are.” 

Your gaze fell to his lips before meeting his eyes once more; Sirius bit his lip, trying to hold back what you were sure was a shit-eating smirk. His hand cupped your cheek gently, “Can I?” You gave a small nod as you leaned in, Sirius closing the remaining distance before capturing your lips with his. This was not a fiery, passionate, kiss. But soft, gentle and sweet. His lips slotted against yours as though they were always meant to be there. 

His fingers entangled slightly in your hair, pulling you closer to him. You braced yourself with a hand on his thigh. A small whimper drifted from Sirius’s throat at the extra physical contact, wanting to fuel you further. What felt like two small, solid objects pelted both you and Sirius, causing you both to pull away from each other in confusion. “Don’t partners usually only make out when they win a game, not when they lose?” Marlene teased lightly. You looked over at Lilly who gave you a wink. One thing was for sure, you were not going to doubt her again.