#Ravenclaw!reader

[innohurrytoshout]

𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

-a set-

vol l i hope you're miserable ᥫ᭡. ravenclaw!reader when a misunderstanding with Filch leads to detention after school, you’re stuck babysitting Slytherin’s bad boy vol ll kissing cherries in the rain ᥫ᭡. ravenclaw!reader serving out your second detention for Filch, you come to realize maybe Slytherin's bad boy isn't so bad after all vol lll tonight, the stars have my lips ᥫ᭡. ravenclaw!reader ongoing

[yasministration]

Request: Cedric Diggory x Ravenclaw!fem!reader

Plot: Them being cutesy in the corridors and around campus, but instead of the teachers minding, they coo and cheer for the couple?

(professors I thought of specifically would be McGonagall, Sprout-especially bc Ced is in her house-Trelawney, and even Professor Binns)

No disturbances - Cedric Diggory

People never really had the opportunity to wonder if you were dating or not, because the little (or big) displays of affection between you and Cedric had started out from the second you'd become a couple. Hand holding in the hallways was quite common, especially when walking each other to classes, and shared kisses on the field after a Quidditch victory was inevitable, not a shadow of shyness despite all students and teachers being there to witness the rather intimate moment. Surprisingly, your fellow classmates had a bigger issue with your relationship than the teachers did, gossiping about you no matter how far away you were.

'Did you hear that they've been together for half a year now? I was convinced he'd cheat on her by now. ' or even,

'I swear she's spoken to other boys while they've been together though?'

Despite all the talk from those who knew nothing of your relationship, you continued acting as you usually would, linking arms while leading each other through the crowded hallways and having intimate picnics by the black lake on days where the sun shone bright. Cedric, ever so proud of being able to call you his girlfriend, grins widely at teachers every time they cross you in the halls, though you shyly duck your head away, avoiding the intimidating eye contact with those you respect so much.

It was only one night when you'd been making your way down the halls way passed curfew that you thought you'd definitely lose all your 'turning a blind eye privilege' from the teachers. Clad in your warm pyjamas, you'd been making your way down to the Hufflepuff common room. You'd sighed in relief when you turned the last corner to get to the common room, the risk of bumping into teachers or prefects significantly increased due to how far both common rooms were. It was only when you walked further down the corridor that you saw the two figures approaching you, and you froze. It was too late to try to hide or run.

Right in front of the Hufflepuff common room entrance stood Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, doing their rounds together for students out of bed. Your eyes widened and your jaw went slack, watching as the two older women realised your intentions. A sly smile made its way onto Professor Sprout's face as she chuckled quietly, Professor McGonagall only raising her eyebrows at you in mock surprise. At that same moment, the entrance to the common room opened, revealing your very own boyfriend standing in sweatpants and a Hufflepuff jumper.

"Oh shit." He whispered, eyes widening at the scene. You laughed awkwardly, looking down at your feet. "I didn't see anything." You heard Professor McGonagall mumble as she turned back around to walk down the corridor. Your head shot up at her comment, confusion overtaking you. Professor Sprout followed her movements, adding "Didn't see what?" Giving you the opportunity to run into the common room, all blood having rushed to your face.

[carpentvrs]

DREAMY EYES

pairing :: james potter x fem!reader (implied girly!reader)

warnings :: mentions of getting laid (no smut), fluff!! please mind that english isn’t my first language. 1.5k words

james was truly smitten. he couldn’t not ogle at you at any given moment, heart eyes following you around every single room or corridor, sighs of pure admiration leaving his lungs whenever you would talk to him at breakfast or lunch while his head rested on his hand, dreamy eyes trying to catch yours.

but who was to blame him? you were just so pretty, your hair swaying lightly as you rushed to class, your hand accidentally brushing his as you stepped past him.

„why the rush, darling?“ he asked, keeping up with your pace as well as he could, still tired from last night which had lasted longer than it should’ve; peter, remus, sirius and him too busy sneaking around the castle and setting up shenanigans to sleep. at least there wasn’t ever a single day of boredom with them in the castle.

butterflies erupted in your stomach at the nickname, but you tried to suppress it the best you could. he managed to fluster you with his little pet names everytime without exception, and every yet so small sliver of hope you would get from them, you’d kill off. you’d go mad, otherwise.

„i’m hurrying to class james,“ you smiled at him, „and i think you should be too.“, grabbing his arm to pull him with you. you couldn’t see the way he blushed at your action, and he was glad. it was embarrassing how in love with you he was, considering the amount of attention other boys were giving you.

he could understand, obviously. it was already hard to not fall for your looks, but the fact your bubbly and inviting personality was just as perfect? how could anybody not fall for that? he was sure the sole reason remus and sirius saw you as only a friend was because they knew how enamored with you he was.

but you didn’t know. „he’s just a very sweet and nice person“ was what you said to lily when she asked you about it. you liked him, no question. but you saw the way he would flirt with other girls at parties and in hogsmead, occasionally winking at them even though lily and you were walking just next to him. so to you, he was just a friend, even though you would easily smother him in kisses if he ever just bought you flowers or opened doors for only you like the other stupid guys always did, not only as a friendly gesture but as something more.

you realized he wouldn’t, so there was no point in waiting for him. instead, while he was busy chatting with different girls at parties, you were seated in a quiet corner, talking to your girlfriends and having a drink or two yourself, dancing with guys here and there if they asked you nicely and sometimes, if they were being very polite, you’d give them a tiny kiss on the cheek and a little wave before getting another butterbeer and walking back to your friends once again.

that was probably what made you so irresistible, the fact you would never go as far as even giving a little peck on the lips while other girls were ready to go back to the dorm with said guys. you weren’t one to judge, neither the girls nor the boys, they could do whatever they want, it wasn’t your business. and if they wanted to get laid and got the chance, why not do it? just not with you.

however, they thought you were playing hard to get on purpose, and who wouldn’t be up for a challenge when it’s about a girl like you?

but even when every guys’ head turned to look at you whenever you entered the room, you didn’t care. you didn’t even notice, you were just living in the moment, deeply into the meaningful - or sometimes meaningless - banter with your friends, not a single care in the world.

well, for some reason one nerve of yours always got very terribly struck whenever you would lift your head only to see james‘ hand steadied on some other gryffindor‘s back. „whatever“ was what you always thought, head turning back to whoever was talking right now.

and it didn’t take long for james to leave your mind, at least until you were laid down on your bed at three in the morning where james would haunt your mind in ways you wouldn’t dare to say out loud.

„you got a date for the party today yet?“ he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as he possibly could. „i prefer to go with my friends, as you already know.“

„well, we are friends, no?“

„class starts in a few, we can talk later.“ you said to him, avoiding his eyes as you made your way over to lily who was already sitting at your usual place in the charm‘s classroom, her hands immediately going to fix the little ribbon in your hair when you sat down to her right. she must’ve seen that you were in a rush just a few seconds ago, and the confused look on your face didn’t go unnoticed either. „what’s up with you, you look-“

„james just asked me on a ‚date‘, i think“ you stated, but it came out rather like a question while you knitted your eyebrows in a puzzled manner.

„well, i told you before he has a thing for you“

„but i don’t believe it“

„why not? it’s basically written on his face that he’s head over heels for you“

you were just about to reply, a look of disapproval already plastered on your face, but got interrupted by the professor. after the lesson the topic was already forgotten, lily and you talking about what you were going to wear tonight rather than the, to you very ridiculous, james situation.

it wasn’t until the party, which you attended hand in hand with lily, that james and you began to talk again. you were just about to get yourself another firewhiskey shot when he appeared right next to you at the small bar counter.

„how come you always reject when you get asked out?“

the question caught you off guard. he wasn’t the first to ask you that question, but you’ve never felt so called out after someone interrogated like that. your eyes widened slightly and you nervously bit your lip. what were you supposed to answer? „i realized i don’t have a chance with you so i gave up on relationships completely“?

„i just don’t want to date someone i don’t like like that, i guess.”

it wasn’t a lie, after all. you could just simply wait until the feelings faded, and then maybe you would be open for something new. until then, you would just have to keep on pretending like your feelings towards him did not exist.

„i suppose you don’t like me, then?“

„what?“

„you rejected me too today, didn’t you?“

you were startled by his questions, and suddenly it felt like it was just you two in this actually very crowded common room, the air around you feeling tighter and more stifling than usual.

„do you like me, james? like, like-like me? because everybody’s been telling me but i feel like i’m going crazy because i like-like you but you keep flirting with other girls and you wink and wave at them and you put your arms around them and i hate that but i don’t want things between us to be weird because i don’t want to lose you as a friend eith-“ you stumbled over your words in hurry, every nerve of yours spinning and pulling and you could feel your own face heat up.

“you like me?”

“i- uh- i asked first!” your heard was racing and you hoped to merlin that he felt the same way and you didn’t just make a fool out of yourself, confessing to a guy who doesn’t even see you like that.

he didn’t exactly answer the question, but he showed you.

his eyes were full of appreciation as he leaned down to you, gently caressing your face as he pressed his lips against yours. and finally, you felt at peace with your own feelings. your lips continued to move in sync until you heard a few claps behind you which broke you apart. when you turned around, you found sirius winking at you and lily eyeing you with a proud look on her face.

it was only when you faced james again that you saw the way he actually looked at you all this time, with his head resting on his hand, dreamy eyes trying to catch yours.

“of course i like-like you, how could i not?”

[aurynsia]

hey, i really love ur blog and writing so much. can i request number 3 with James Potter from your prompt list? maybe an enemies to lovers, not really enemies but maybe they just get on each other’s nerves every time? I’m sorry I am rambling but I hope I give you the idea cleary.

It’s Tradition

James Potter x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: James Potter always finds a way to make your blood boil, but a bit of homework and some magic reveals exactly why…

Prompt: “Who the hell hung mistletoe here!?"

Warnings: Grumpy!Reader x Sunshine!James, enemies to lovers, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.5K

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you!!! I tried to stay true to the request but reader ended up being evidently far more short tempered than James ;-; This is for my Christmas event, which you can participate in here! I hope you like it <3

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James Potter

Noun

Handsome captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, head boy of his house, infamous ladies man, full time flirt, and a total pain in your arse.

This was the boy that stood before you, grinning mischievously as he tilted over your table in the Transfiguration classroom.

“You’re good for a little bird, Ravenclaw, but you can’t beat me,” he remarked through his proud smile, “Minnie told me we tied for top of the class.”

“Bullshit, Potter!” You exclaimed in return, “I worked my ass off in this class while all you do is flirt with our classmates and get in my way.”

James frowned in faux offence, “Oi! I’m not just a pretty face you know.” You frowned back, though your expression was far more genuine than his. “Are too! You’re only tied with me because you charm our professor so much!” You pretended you didn’t just agree that he was a ‘pretty face’, holding your ground with arms crossed and frown immovable.

Soon McGonagall walked in and began the lesson, causing James to reluctantly walk back to his own desk. James had tormented you for the better part of a year now, rushing to answer questions in class with a cocky smirk and waving his high marks in your face, charming everyone around you while doing so.

At first he was sour towards you, turning his nose up at your clear intelligence and quick wit. But in more recent classes he began approaching you with a more teasing tactic, pushing your buttons directly in a way that felt almost flirtatious…if you squint.

“For the last week before winter break, you will be mastering the art of conjuration,” Professor McGonagall began, ”You will present an item to me by the end of the week - that you have conjured - and complete this task in pairs, which I shall assign. Now, seeing as we have a tie for first place, I believe this is the perfect opportunity to dismiss the lingering…tensions between our two brightest students.”

Oh, Merlin, no…you thought as your teacher continued, glancing over at James with a wince. “So, the first pair will be Potter and-“

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“Oh, sod off!”

“Godric, love, don’t get your panties in a twist!” James laughed as he stood by your table once again, watching you defeatedly pack your bag after class. “Knowing us, we’ll have that assignment finished in only a few hours.”

“It’s not the assignment I’m worried about, Potter,” you grumbled, refusing to meet his gaze. “Listen, gorgeous-“

“Don’t call me that.”

James took a step back. “Listen…all I’m trying to say is you won’t have to deal with me for long. I’ll be out of your hair before you know it,” he explained as you stood to leave.

“Just- come to Gryffindor tonight after dinner. We can get it done as soon as possible,” he spoke softly, appearing almost nervous as he pleaded with his puppy brown eyes.

“Fine,” you nodded, awkwardly shifting your feet as you faced him in the now empty classroom. “Brilliant! I’ll see you tonight,” he grinned, winking at you before leaving for his next class.

The day faded into night in the blink of an eye, hurdling you further towards your study date with James. You spent dinner groaning to your friends about how annoying the Gryffindor was, while James had an immovable grin plastered on his face.

“You know she’s required to spend time with you, right? It’s not like this is a date,” Remus said, raising a brow at James with eyes squinted in suspicion. “But that’s what’s so great about it, she’s forced to be in close proximity to me! I can work my magic, and by the end of the night she won’t hate me anymore!” James responded, eyes darting between the judging glares of Remus and Sirius across from him.

“Since when did you want to win her over? I thought you hated her back,” Sirius asked, mouth twisted in confusion and shock. “Well, I did…” James trailed off, “but I don’t want to end the year on bad terms, you know? She’s like, the one girl who doesn’t want me-“

“And that makes you want her?” Remus asked with a smirk, figuring out James’ motives before he even had a chance to confess. “Well…” James replied, grinning bashfully at his roommates with a slight blush.

“Oh, fuck off! You like her!” Sirius exclaimed a little too loudly, causing James’ eyes to widen and glance over to your position at the Ravenclaw table. You were still enthralled in your elaborate explanation of how James Potter was the worst person to ever live, unaware of the commotion from the Marauders.

“I- whatever…point is, I can finally make peace,” James whispered to his friends as if planning another prank on an unsuspecting Slytherin. “Just wait and see.”

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“What’s your favourite colour?”

This was the seventh question James had asked you in the first hour of your study session.

He was leaning towards you on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, peering over your notes and occasionally giving you surprisingly helpful advice on the task, though mostly just bombarding you with childish conversation and teasing remarks.

“James…” you sighed, and he perked up at the sound of his first name coming out of your otherwise unwelcoming mouth. “Why do you care?” You questioned, a tinge of vulnerability lacing your words.

“Dunno, just asking,” James trailed off, looking for a way to avoid your interrogation. “You look cute when you’re frustrated,” he suddenly said, grinning at your furrowed brows.

“Merlin, James, would you stop that? I thought you couldn’t get anymore infuriating, constantly showing off in class just for praise- but this is even worse!” You exclaimed, standing up and brushing off your uniform.

“Just because you’re so popular doesn’t mean you can tease me like that- just because you think less of me. I have a good reputation too, you know?”

James was following your movements now, slowly standing from the couch as you paced the common room. “I mean, I get great grades, I’m head girl of Ravenclaw, and I don’t think I’m exactly ugly either! So why, in Godric’s name, do you feel the need to condescend me like this?”

You were puffing, attempting to regain the breath you just lost in your fury. You stared expectantly at James, who now stood opposite you at the base of the stairs, biting his lip as he thought of what to do.

His eyes darted around the room, seemingly searching for an answer, before focusing on something directly above you. You slowly raised your gaze to find what he seemed so fixed on, before you gasped at the sight.

Above your head hung a precious bunch of mistletoe, tied with ribbon and enchanted with dancing light that swirled around it in magical circles. Your eyes widened, bringing your gaze back to the boy in front of you, who was already staring in return.

Come on Potter, James thought, kiss her now. If you can’t tell her how you feel, then just bloody show her.

You groaned to break the awkward silence, rolling your eyes. “Who the hell hung mistletoe here!?" You began, “I swear, you Gryffindors-“

James’ lips captured yours in an instant, muffling your next words as he hovered his hands over your waist and screwed his eyes shut in relief. You stood wide eyed and confused, tensing under the ghost of his touch and causing him to pull away.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t- it’s just…it’s tradition-“ James panted for breath in front of you, staring at you with a mix of guilt and infatuation.

You softened under his gaze, stepping forward to press your lips to his in return. He sighed at the contact, finally wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into the kiss. You gently traced your fingers through his curls, tilting your head to deepen the sweet moment.

When your lips finally parted, James looked like a pathetic mess. His glasses were askew, hair tousled and cheeks flushed, gazing at you with lidded eyes and parted lips. “Godric, I fancy you,” he breathed, “too much for my own good…”

You stared at him intently, examining his eyes for any sign that this might be yet another prank. When you found nothing but genuine adoration in his gaze, you smiled softly back at him. “I suppose I fancy you too, James.”

“Moony! Come out here, quick!” A voice called from the top of the stairs, causing you to look up at an excited Sirius Black in shock.

“What? Why- Oh, Gods!” Remus exclaimed, staring at your figure caught in his roommate’s embrace, James’ hands still around your waist and chest pressed close to yours.

Sirius glanced up, noticing the mistletoe teasingly hanging from the ceiling. He slowly looked back down, smirking at the two of you once again.

“Your conjuration is getting better, Prongsie,” he remarked. James looked back at you with a guilty smile, causing you to gasp.

“POTTER!”

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[jijournal]

Drop The Beat, Steal The Heart | D.M

summary: Hogwarts’ most popular DJ gets summoned to throw the party of the year—but when the birthday boy starts watching you like your a spell he can’t resist, things quickly turn electrifying. Get ready for beats, banter, and tension that drops harder than any remix.

wc: 1.4k+

cw: dj!ravenclaw!reader @ every party in hogwarts, dj!ravenclaw!reader x draco, songs mentioned are not from HP and not even from the 1990s, draco who literally can't resist reader, down bad draco.

READ: Once "love me like you do" is mentioned, play the song! If you do this, gosh it hits so hard.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DRACO!!!

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

It all started in fourth year.

The Ravenclaws were throwing a victory party after the Quidditch semifinals, and it was—frankly—tragic. The butterbeer was lukewarm, someone tried to spike the pumpkin juice with a spell that made it fizz like a Dementor's bathwater, and the music? Absolute torture. Broken charm loops stuttered through the room like a dying phonograph, two different songs were clashing over each other, and at one point—Merlin help you—someone conjured a harp. A harp. At a party.

You stood near the back, arms crossed, lip curled, watching your peers suffer through what could only be described as musical war crimes.

Enough was enough.

With a flick of your wand and a muttered incantation you'd been perfecting in your dorm, you hijacked the room’s archaic spell-sound system. Your enchanted wireless—specially modified with some borrowed Muggle schematics and an irresponsible amount of magic—lit up with violet sparks. The speakers gave a hiss, a pulse of static... then dropped.

The Weeknd's “Blinding Lights” exploded through the room like a thunderclap. Bass booming. Lights flickering. Every head snapped up as the beat took hold—and then all hell broke loose.

Someone shrieked in joy. A Gryffindor chucked their shoe in celebration. People climbed tables. Confetti charms burst midair. Bodies moved like they were under a spell—which, technically, they kind of were.

And you? You just smirked, twirling your wand in your fingers, the spell still glowing at the tip.

You didn’t just fix the party.

You became the party.

Word spread.

Since then, you’d been the DJ of Hogwarts. Gryffindors praised you like a god. Hufflepuffs made you mixtape cupcakes. Even Ravenclaws, with their thesis-length playlists and “curated vibes,” bowed to your chaotic brilliance.

But the Slytherins? They didn’t ask.

They summoned.

So when Pansy Parkinson found you lounging in the Great Hall, writing some lyrics on parchment, headphones glowing purple and silver, it wasn’t a request — it was a decree.

"You’ll be DJing Draco’s birthday party," She said breezily, dropping onto the Ravenclaw bench at lunch like she owned it. She was wearing serpent-green eyeliner and a look that dared you to argue.

You blinked, taking off your headphones. “I’m sorry—was that a question?”

“No, darling,” she said sweetly. “It’s an order. Room of Requirement. Ten PM. We’ve already prepped the fog spells.”

You sighed dramatically. “And if I say no?”

She gave you a dangerous smile. “Then I’ll cry. And Draco will pout. And do you really want to be the girl who ruined Malfoy’s birthday?”

You stared at her.

Then smirked. “Fine. But I’m bringing strobe charms. And no one’s allowed to touch my booth unless they want to be hexed into the Stone Age.”

Pansy grinned. “Knew you’d see reason.”

The Room of Requirement had outdone itself. It looked like a club ripped out of a Milan fashion show—black marble floors, glowing green chandeliers, floating drink trays, velvet couches in dramatic corners. Enchanted fog swirled over everything. And at the center, your DJ platform rose like a throne.

You stood behind your setup—crop top glittering, hair styled for maximum bounce, eyes rimmed in silver glam. With one flick of your wand, your decks lit up. The air shimmered with potential.

You grabbed the mic. “Let’s get loud, Hogwarts!”

The beat dropped into Drake's “One Dance”—remixed with a thunderclap charm that shook the walls—and the crowd exploded.

Every house was there. Gryffindors jumping like maniacs. Ravenclaws with color-changing drinks. Hufflepuffs forming a line-dance of doom. And Slytherins? They were pretending they weren’t into it, but their shoulders betrayed them.

And him.

Draco Malfoy.

Leaning against a pillar with one hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around a glass of firewhisky. White button-up slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His silver-blond hair a little tousled like he didn’t care—except you knew he definitely cared.

And he was watching you like you were a flame he couldn’t help but lean into.

You rolled your body to the beat. Slow. Teasing. Wicked. Your hips moved like you knew exactly what you were doing and truthfully, you did. The room pulsed with your energy, the floor shifting with heat and rhythm, but all of it blurred around the way Draco’s gaze tracked you.

He took a slow sip from his firewhisky, his lips barely touching the glass as his eyes darkened, devouring every movement you made. He was still, coiled like a serpent, watching you like a secret he wanted to unwrap slowly.

You smirked and switched the track into a mashup of The Weeknd's "Die For You" and SZA’s “Low.”

“HEY EAGLE!” someone shouted. “YOU’RE A WIZARDING ICON!”

“DJ!” another screamed. “PLEASE STEP ON ME!”

You blew a kiss at the crowd, spun in your booth, and let the music melt into a remix of "Kiss It Better" by Rhianna that soon transitioned to "Positions" by Ariana Grande—crowd control charms at max. Bodies moved like waves. Lights flickered in time. Sweat, magic, and adrenaline painted the air.

And every time you glanced at the birthday boy—he was still watching. Sipping. Like he wanted to devour the whole scene and you with it.

After your fourth set, sweat glistening on your forehead and your heart pounding from the energy pulsing through the room, you finally stepped down from the DJ booth, leaving on "Love Me Like You Do" by Ellie Goulding for the 'getting drunk' music.

Someone immediately pressed a glittering, frosted drink into your hand—its chill a welcome contrast to your flushed skin. A nearby Hufflepuff leaned in with a wide smile, whispering, “You’re literally the life of Hogwarts.”

You laughed, breathless and exhilarated, basking in the glow of the crowd’s adoration. The music still thrummed through the walls, but your mind was already drifting, seeking a quieter corner to catch your breath.

Turning sharply, you almost collided with him

You're the light, you're the night.

Draco Malfoy—who caught your elbow with a steady hand, his icy gaze locking with yours. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice low and calm amid the chaos.

You looked up at him, flashing a sly grin. “Enjoying the party, birthday boy?” you teased.

He gave a dry chuckle, the corner of his mouth twitching into something like a smile. “It’s tolerable.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh wow. That’s basically a love letter coming from you.”

Instead of letting go, he kept his hand lightly on your arm, anchoring you in the moment. “You’re unreal,” he said quietly, his tone thick with something more—admiration, maybe something like awe.

"You flirt with the music, tease the crowd, make even the portraits blush. And Merlin, I can't believe someone can do all that and still look at me like I’m the one worth noticing.

Your breath caught, your heart stuttering in your chest. You blinked up at him, the air between you electric and heavy.

“I don’t dance,” he admitted, his voice dropping softer, more vulnerable, “but every time you roll your hips like that, I forget how to breathe.”

You smiled, slow and deliberate, the kind of smile that promises trouble. “So breathe with me,” you dared him. His eyes flickered to your lips, then back up to your eyes, hesitation warring with desire in their depths.

The space between you shrank until you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin, the faint pulse of his heartbeat in sync with your own. His fingers brushed your wrist, lingering just long enough to send sparks down your arm, as if testing his own restraint.

You leaned in just a fraction, your lips barely brushing the curve of his cheek as you whispered against his skin, “You’ve been staring all night, Draco. What are you waiting for?” His breath hitched, and you could see the flush rising in his cheeks, the pulse pounding at his throat like a frantic drum. Yet still, he held himself back, barely.

His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke, low and rough with barely contained longing. “If I kiss you right now, I won’t stop.”

You tilted your head, a wicked smile curling your lips. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”

The tension coiled tighter, a delicious electric ache between you. The music continued to hum in the background, but all you could hear was the relentless pounding of your heart in your ears.

Then, as if the universe were waiting for the perfect moment, your music rig pulsed with life, signaling the chorus.

So love me like you do, la-la love me like you do.

Draco let out a quiet, incredulous laugh. “Seriously? we're about to kiss with this song?” you didn’t flinch.

“Fitting, isn’t it?” you tease. His gaze locked on your lips, eyes dark and burning with intent.

And then—finally—he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t frantic. It was deliberate—like he’d been counting the seconds since the first beat dropped, biding his time, waiting for a moment when the rest of the world would fall away.

His lips met yours with a kind of quiet certainty, soft but hungry beneath it, like he needed to be sure this was real. His hand slid up to your jaw, fingers curling just under your ear, tilting your face as if he wanted to memorize the angle. The warmth of his palm sent a shiver down your spine, grounding you even as your knees threatened to give out.

You gasped softly against his mouth, and he took that as invitation, deepening the kiss with a slow-burning hunger that made your head spin. Your hands found the front of his shirt, bunching the fabric between your fingers, desperate to anchor yourself to something—anything—as the world blurred into fog and light and heat.

His other arm circled your waist, tugging you flush against him. There was no more space between you, no more tension—only release. His mouth moved against yours like he knew exactly how you liked to be kissed—like he’d imagined this a thousand times and was now trying to make up for every second he hadn’t done it sooner.

He tasted like firewhisky and trouble. Sweet and sharp and utterly addictive. The kind of kiss that felt like a secret and a promise all at once. Somewhere in the room, music pulsed and people shouted, but none of it touched you. Not here. Not inside this space of want and heat.

You broke apart just enough to breathe—your foreheads pressed together, your lips still brushing, your pulse hammering wildly beneath his thumb.

And he whispered, low and wrecked, “Told you. I don’t stop.”

You grinned, breathless. “Good.”

Then, he kissed you again.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

“THE DJ’S SNOGGING MALFOY!”

From somewhere in the throng, Pansy raised a glass high and shouted triumphantly, “FINALLY.”

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Prompt: feeling a bit chilly, you decided to steal a little ‘something’ from your boyfriend’s closet

Warning: modern collage au!, not proofread, & fluff.

Requested: yes, by @scrumptiouscyclewizard and request.

Cold. That’s all you felt as you rolled your eyes at your own stupidity at how you forgot to get hoodie for yourself. Your Mary Jane shoes and frilly socks getting slightly wet due to the autumn rain. You shivered as Hogwarts students walked past.

Getting inside you immediately had a plan to get away from the chills and sickness. Stealing your boyfriend’s hoodie. The thing was you two were different houses. You were a Ravenclaw and he’s a Slytherin. A complete difference. Thankfully you both shared your houses passwords so you two can sneak each other into dormitories.

Making it to the Slytherin’s house door, you utter the word “pure-blood” and immediately was let in. You could see Draco narrow his eyes at you before realizing who you are. “Are you here to see Riddle?” He asks with a smug look. “Are you here to not mind your business?” You said back quickly which made Draco stumped. “Jeez…I was just being sarcastic.” He rolled his eyes. You and Draco laughed. Luna had told you about Draco and then you and Draco oddly became good friends.

Passing by Draco with a wave, you went to Mattheo’s room. Smiling at how warm his room was. You immediately go to his closet, searching through it. You find that hoodie that you knew still smelled like him. You smiled softly at it. “Bingo!” You say softly, you started to put it on. Not hearing certain footsteps coming your way. As you fully put it on, you hugged yourself.

“What are you doing hoodie stealer?” You immediately jumped at the voice of your boyfriend, Mattheo. Mattheo had leaned against the door frame with crossed arms. “Looks like a little raven came into my snake nest.” He chuckled looking at you wearing his favorite green hoodie that seemed slightly big on you. “Oh cmon…it’s cold as hell out there..” he walked towards you, your pouting face making his own smug expression faltered and soften. “I know baby…but you could’ve asked to use my hood.” You rolled your eyes. “Okay okay..so what? I’m sorry?” Mattheo chuckled and kissed your head.

“You’re such a dork Raven…” he says pressing his head against your neck. Kissing it slightly as you chuckle. Looks like you aren’t going anywhere soon.

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Request from an anon: ravenclaw reader x Harry where she meets James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, etc for the first time when coming over for a holiday dinner or something?

A/N — hello Nonnie! This actually cuts off right before they meet so if you want a part two with them actually meeting just request and I’ll be happy to write it for you <33

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Part two

“You’re sure the house apparel is okay?”

The words tumble out your mouth as you smooth out your blue sweater for the fifth time over the ten minute walk back to Harry’s Parent’s house. You thought meeting his family after your date instead of before would ease some of your nerves, but the opposite had occurred. Dinner had giving you more time to ponder over all the things that could go wrong.

While you don’t doubt that his family is just as amazing as he is, meeting them is working you up a little. For some reason, meeting them just feels so official. Not that you aren’t sure about Harry. You plan to cling to his side until he’ll no longer have you. (Which you hope is a day that’ll never come.) It just sends a kaleidoscope of fast-fluttering butterflies to your stomach to know things were getting serious. That he was serious about you.

“I’ve told you, it’s fine.” He squeezes your hand And kisses the side of it. The affection is almost enough to make you drop the anxiousness completely. “They won’t pay much attention to your sweater. And even if they do, you look great. Better than that. You look perfect.” His words bring a warm flush to your cheeks as you nibble on your lip, now with something akin to bashfulness.

“I just want this to go—“

“—perfectly, I know.”

His smile is calm and kind, like you’re being completely reasonable and not freaking out over nothing. “If I’m honest, I don’t see how it could go any other way. You’re perfect, so everything you do is just as. By extension.” A sheepish giggle bubbles from your throat as you squeeze his hand. “Science?” You tease as your shoulders start to relax “Hardly. Everything you do is magic,” he stops walking to give you a little smirk. “Literally.” You reward him with another, louder and more boisterous, laugh. (Next time he wants to go for full belly.)

As you approach his house, you look at him one more time for reassurence. He presses his lips to your cheek. “They’ll love you. Seriously, what’s not to like?” He kisses your other cheek. “And even if they don’t—which won’t happen—they’ll have to warm up to you because I really, really like you. More than that. I love you.” Your eyes widen like saucers, but he chooses is to ignore it for now. “So this’ll be fine, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for your answer as he pushes the door open, dragging you through the door.

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Secrets in the Library

James Potter x ravenclaw!reader

Summary: "If you put half the effort you spend distracting me into something useful, you might even learn something, Potter," you said. He laughed. "Ah, but why learn on my own when I have a Ravenclaw willing to teach me?"

Warnings: just fluffy

The Hogwarts library had a charm of its own. Shelves that seemed to stretch endlessly, the soft scent of aged parchment, and the golden light streaming through tall windows, bathing the space in serenity. For you, it was the perfect refuge. A place where whispers were nearly inaudible, and the chaos of the castle seemed miles away.

But lately, that tranquility had a name: James Potter.

You didn't need to look up to know he was there. It was as if the air around you shifted, charged with the unmistakable energy he carried with him. The muffled sound of footsteps approaching — he was never subtle. A sigh escaped your lips as you buried yourself further in the book in front of you, pretending to ignore him.

"You know, Ravenclaws like you can get lost in this sea of words," his voice came low, with an almost practiced smoothness, but tinged with a teasing edge. He rested his arms on the table, leaning slightly over the book you were reading, partially blocking your view.

You resisted the urge to look at him, but you could feel his eyes fixed on you. There was something in James's blue eyes — an restless curiosity, always accompanied by that mischievous glint, as if daring you to ignore him.

"Or maybe this is the only place where I can escape interruptions," you retorted, still not raising your gaze, even though his proximity made that nearly impossible.

He let out a low, raspy laugh, leaning even closer. The movement made his glasses slide slightly down his nose, and he adjusted them with a gesture so natural it seemed choreographed. "Ah, but what would your routine be without a little excitement?"

"Peaceful," you replied, finally raising your eyes to meet his. He smiled at that moment, and it was impossible not to notice how his hair, messy as if he had just come from a Quidditch practice, fell over his eyes.

"Say that with sincerity, and I promise I'll leave you alone," he whispered, leaning even closer. His voice was soft, almost hypnotic, but the intent behind each word made your breath falter.

You opened your mouth to respond, but were interrupted by the subtle movement of him pulling the chair next to yours. Before you could protest, he was already sitting, resting his chin on his hand as if he were genuinely interested in what you were doing.

"This looks terribly boring," he commented, flipping through the pages of your book with feigned disinterest, his long fingers sliding over the yellowed margins. "But maybe I'm wrong. What's so fascinating?"

"If you put half the effort you spend distracting me into something useful, you might even learn something, Potter," you said, crossing your arms.

He laughed, and it was a laugh that felt genuine, filled with a lightness that contrasted with the intensity of his gaze. "Ah, but why learn on my own when I have a Ravenclaw willing to teach me?" He tilted his head, the expression of someone who knew exactly how far he could go — and loved crossing the line.

Madame Pince shot a murderous glance in your direction, and you quickly lowered your voice, whispering, "If you keep this up, she'll throw us out."

James moved closer, his eyes locked on yours, their intensity pinning you in place. "What if I told you I have a plan to escape if that happens?"

You narrowed your eyes, trying not to get distracted by the roughness of his voice or the fact that he was so close you could smell the faint hint of mint that always seemed to follow him. "And what would this brilliant plan be?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he leaned even closer, stealing a kiss as quick and soft as a bird landing on a branch. The brief touch made your heart race, and before you could react, he was already back in his chair, a satisfied smile dancing on his lips.

"Something like that," he said casually, as if nothing had happened.

The heat spread across your face, and you found yourself unable to contain the shy smile that formed. Your breath was caught in your throat, and your heart still pounded out of rhythm. You tried to look away, but he didn't seem willing to let the moment pass in silence.

"That was..." you began, your voice caught, before realizing you were smiling like a fool.

James raised his eyebrows, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Better than the endless reading you're doing, isn't it?" he said with a tone of false bravado, but the way his eyes danced showed that he was enjoying the moment.

You stared at him for a moment, your fingertips almost wanting to touch the lips that still felt the warmth of the kiss. "Maybe..." The word came out as a timid whisper, almost a challenge.

James's eyes widened dramatically, the expression of someone surprised by his own victory. But before he could make a sarcastic comment, he noticed the way you leaned back in the chair, a slight blush tinging your cheeks. For a moment, his smile faltered, and the confidence that had been overflowing mixed with a hint of shyness.

"Maybe I need to reconsider my strategy," he muttered, looking down at the table and running his fingers over the crumpled page of the book he was still holding. The attempt to compose himself was evident, but the softness in his gaze and the lightness of his voice betrayed that, behind the façade, he was just as invested as you were.

You laughed softly, once again realizing how he managed to make any moment special. The library seemed smaller, more intimate now, as if only the two of you shared that secret. James looked back at you, a goofy smile on his face and his glasses slightly askew, and it was impossible not to feel that, no matter how much you tried to deny it, something more was beginning to blossom between you.

"Ah, James," you said, your voice becoming softer. "I don't know how you do this to me."

"I just know that, if this keeps up, I'm going to end up falling for a Ravenclaw full of books and answers for everything," he teased, his smile now genuine and carefree. But in his eyes, there was a silent promise, one that made your heart beat differently.

And maybe that was what made it all so sweet: the promise that, amidst stolen kisses and shy laughter, there was something more — something that no one among those shelves of books could contain.

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Hii! I hope you’re doing okay, and if not that your day gets better.

I was wondering if you still do requests? If you do could you do one with young Sirius Black? Sirius x male reader (female if your more comfortable with it) the reader is sirius’s partner who is a Ravenclaw and has an obsession with serial killers or something with sharks or something and they ramble on and on not realizing that they are rambling and Sirius is so utterly in love with them and nods along to what they’re saying and actually listens and asks questions and everything. And James and Remus have never seen Sirius like this before with anyone else he’s dated before and they kind of tease him later about it and he gets all flustered and stuff.

note: thank you so much for requesting this, love. i've never written a male reader before, but this was actually quite enjoyable to create. i hope you love it, even if it is a bit small. i haven't written for the wizarding world in over four years, so i was surprised at how easily it flowed from me. again, thank you for reminding me of my love for young sirius black.

rambles of a lover // sirius black

pairing: young!sirius black x male!ravenclaw!reader

summary: sirius can't help but be enamored by you and the other marauders catch on to it. leave it to james potter to give him the teasing of his life

content: loverboy!sirius, male reader is in ravenclaw, typical james potter banter, peter is there lurking in the corner, jily because i can't help myself, shy rambler reader, fluff, implied that reader is sirius' first boyfriend if you squint

word count: 1.8k

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You didn’t mean to ramble on. God knows you hated to be a bother on people, and there had been times when you were told that you talked too much. You had made it a point to not get too excited about things, to keep any conversations at a “normal” length. Well, you tried to make it a point to not talk too much.

Unfortunately, when you were in the presence of Sirius Black, all of that went out the window.

There was something about the Gryffindor’s carefree energy that you soaked in like a sponge. Perhaps it was why you had agreed to go out with the boy in the first place. It had taken a few weeks of him hounding you at any given chance for a date. You had initially thought it was a prank or a bet given to him by the rest of the self-proclaimed Marauders. You figured there was no chance that Sirius, the confident, known ladies-man, would be into you, a quiet and otherwise friendless boy.

You thought wrong. The flow of magic-delivered notes to your dorms only increased in cheeky banter. Clumps of flowers found their way onto your pillows. He had even found a way to convince Lily Potter to drag you to a private spot on the lake where he had a picnic spread out. You had opted to not question how he knew your favorite snacks or just the right way to cut your fruits. It was the turning point for you and you had ended up tackling the boy to the ground by the end of it, lips smashing into his. Again, it must have been his aura attaching itself to you to make you take such a leap.

That was how you found yourself sitting in the Three Broomsticks, your Ravenclaw robes spread out around you with Sirius’ arm slung over your shoulders. You each had a steaming mug of butterbeer, though he did let you sip his foam off the top, knowing it was one of the only reasons you got the drink. You were tired from the day, having spent most of the night reading and most of the day cheering Sirius on at the quidditch game.

A Hufflepuff girl with a library book on the ocean had sauntered past, activating this hidden trove of knowledge in your brain. You had blurted out a fact about sharks, mumbling something about how their skeletons were actually cartilage, not bone. James, not sure he had heard you correctly, looked at you like you had grown three heads. You, ever the people pleaser, repeated yourself and the lecture had begun.

The other three Marauders had tried to stimulate the conversation but honestly, they couldn’t have cared less about how deep the ocean went. It was Sirius who kept the flow going.

He hummed along in answer to you. His head bobbed up and down at the facts, acting as if he had asked for them all.

“Oh, and the largest ocean is the Pacific. You know, the name Pacific Ocean actually comes from latin.” You rambled out, a goofy grin spread across your face you only got when Sirius was around. He nodded, a finger mindlessly curling a strand of your hair around it.

“Fascinating.” James slurred out sarcastically, earning him a glare from Sirius and an elbow jab from Lily. The red-head had joined up with your group right around the time you had mentioned something about a deep sea creature that ate algae. She was kind to you, taking you in as one of her best friends when you had offhandedly said you had no plans on a particular Saturday night.

You didn’t seem to notice James’ disinterest in it all.

“Tepre Pacificum.” You purred out, making sure to use the correct pronunciation. “It means ‘peaceful sea’, though I’m not sure if I would have called it that. Did you know that there are around three million ships that have been wrecked in the Pacific alone?”

“Chills me right to the bone, lovie.” Sirius answered, crossing his legs. He made sure the leg crossed over one of yours as well, keeping you as close as possible to him.

“How lucky would we be right now…” James groaned out lowly. While the others, save for Sirius, were feeling about the same way, they were a bit more polite about it all. The Potter boy held no qualms about commenting on the way you were rambling on. He meant it in good fun. You had become something of a brother to him in the recent months you had been seeing Sirius. That was also why he had found it okay to tease you nonstop, though Sirius had gotten the brunt of most of the jokes.

“The blue whale is the largest animal on Earth,” you continued on, not hearing James. You had learned to tune the boy out for your own sanity. You were looking at Sirius now, eyes sparkling at his brown ones. He held your gaze like you were the only thing in existence. He often marveled at your mind, enamoured at how much knowledge you held. I mean, he knew the Ravenclaws were the “smart” house, but God, you had to be the smartest of them all.

You went on for around twenty more minutes before Remus cut you off with a reminder of curfew at Hogwarts. The group of you made the trek back to the large castle, moving through winding woods with Sirius’ hand in your own. He was a gentleman, leading you back to the Ravenclaw common room before leaving you with a good-night kiss, which made you blush.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, the boys were laughing it up. They had watched the way their friend had fallen head-over-heels in love with you, and they were taking full advantage of it all. Sirius walked in right as James was playfully trying to give Remus a smooch on the cheek.

“Oh, lovie, kiss me!” James sputtered out, grabbing Remus’ face in his hands. Remus, to his credit, glared at James and tried to pull away, but a grin still cracked across his face. “Please lovie,” James continued to mock Sirius, “tell me more about how many fish could swim up my arse in the ocean!”

“Jamesie!” Lily bit out through a stifled giggle. James laughed away and collapsed onto the red couch she was lounging on, giving her a sloppy kiss on her hair. She made a face at him but the love still shone through her eyes.

“Prongs, you shut your dirty mouth.” Sirius warned, pointing a finger in his direction. He knew his friends were just having fun, just trying to give him that brotherly love he had never truly known, but it was still embarrassing. There wasn’t much in this world that could fluster the Sirius Black, but the mention of you never seemed to fail in turning his cheeks pink. He was so in love with you, so amazingly drawn in to your everything that it was hard to think about.

“C’mon Pads,” James defended, sitting up and leaning his elbows on his knees, “I’m just having a good laugh at my mate in looove.” He drew out the last word, giving it a cheesy tone better suited to a romance radio show. Sirius made his way to the couch opposite of the couple and plopped right down, dragging a hand down his face.

“Shut it,” Sirius grumbled, eyes fixing on the lion statue near the fireplace. He felt Remus sit next to him, leaning on the sofa’s armrest, and Peter awkwardly found a home on the floor.

“I think it’s rather sweet.” Lily smiled at Sirius. “They’re both quite in love with each other.”

Sirius looked up from the lion, eyes full of genuine curiosity. He had known he was in love with you -- not that he dared to say it out loud --, but he hadn’t once thought you loved him back. Perhaps that was a leftover result of his childhood, but he wasn’t one to get psychological.

“You think he’s in love with me?” Sirius asked, voice small with vulnerability. This time, it was Remus who burst out laughing.

“Are you really that dense, mate?” The wolf-boy asked, scoffing out with astonishment. Sirius shot his head to Remus, a pout playing out with the idea that maybe he really was that dense.

“What?” Sirius questioned, feeling a faint need to defend himself bubble up inside. Peter nodded along with Remus’ accusation and James threw his hands up in the air.

“It’s no use Moony.” James sighed out, leaning back into the couch again. “The bugger’s got his mind too far up in the clouds.”

“Do you really think lovie,” Remus started, using the nickname to tease his friend, “cares one bit about the maneuvers of broomsticks?” He finished the question with a slight tilt of his head, looking far more like a dog than Sirius would dare to admit.

“Well…” Sirius thought, trying to find something to justify it all, “yes…?” He landed on the easy answer, though it came out as more of a question. He had really thought that you cared about what he talked about simply because that’s what it appeared. The more he thought about it, however, the clearer the truth came. You never once would start a conversation about quidditch or broomsticks, but you were happy to nod along and listen.

Just like he did only an hour ago.

“Oh no…” Sirius mumbled out. The realization hit him like a bag of bricks.

He was in love with you.

And you were in love with him.

“Oh yes.” James nodded, pushing his glasses up his nose. He was watching it all come together. His friend, falling in love in real time. It was better than anything he could have come up with, better than any little love story his mother would have read in a book. This was real.

“I have to go tell him.” Sirius shot up to his feet, robe nearly ripping when it caught on the corner of the couch. The group around him shared identical looks of confusion.

“Tell him what?” Peter questioned, finally speaking up with his weak voice. Sirius swung his head to him, a crazy look in his eyes. He was already stumbling to the door, ready to slink around in the shadows of Hogwarts to pervade Filch’s authoritative lectures in order to get to you.

“I love him.” Sirius muttered for the first time out loud before disappearing into the hall, sneakers thumping against the stone floor.

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Unbroken

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Fred Weasley x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader 

Word count: 1306

Warnings: Depression 

Y/N: Your Name 

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The Ravenclaw common room was hushed, the usual hum of activity replaced by the soft scratch of quills and the occasional rustle of parchment. I sat by the window, staring out at the grounds below. The sky was overcast, a dull gray light that matched the heaviness in my chest. My Arithmancy textbook lay open on the table, untouched for the past hour. 

“Found you.” A familiar voice said, cutting through the quiet. I didn’t turn, already knowing it was Fred. He always had a knack for showing up when I least wanted company or maybe, when I needed it the most. 

“You’re not supposed to be up here.” I said flatly, still staring out the window. Fred ignored me, flopping into the chair across from me with a dramatic sigh. 

“Rules, schmules, besides, I have connections.” He smirked, clearly pleased with himself. 

“You should be flattered, really. I had to charm a group of fifth-years into letting me in.” I glanced at him, his usual playful grin softening as he caught my gaze. 

“What do you want, Fred?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. 

“I want to know why you’ve been hiding up here all day.” 

“I’ve been studying.” I said, gesturing vaguely at the book in front of me. 

“You haven’t turned a page.” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Maybe I’m thinking really hard.” I shot back, a hint of irritation creeping into my voice. He didn’t respond immediately, just watched me with that infuriating mix of concern and patience he always seemed to have when I was like this. 

“You’ve been quiet for days. I know something’s wrong and I want to help.” He finally said. I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. 

“Help? Fred, you can’t fix this with a joke or Weasley product.” 

“I know that.” He said, his voice unusually serious. 

“But I can’t just sit back and do nothing.” I turned to him fully, the frustration boiling over. 

“Why do you think you need to fix me, Fred? Who told you I was broken?” His face fell, and the teasing light in his eyes extinguished in an instant. 

“That’s not what I meant.” He said softly. 

“I just… I see you like this, and it hurts. I want to take it away, to make it easier for you.” 

“You can’t…” I said, my voice trembling. 

“This isn’t something you can just fix. It’s not a prank gone wrong or a bad grade I need help with. It’s… It’s part of me. Some days are good and some are like this… and that’s okay. It doesn’t mean I’m broken.” Fred leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face. 

“I hate that you feel like this… I hate that there’s nothing I can do to stop it.” He murmured. I softened, the anger draining away as I saw the guilt etched on his face. 

“Fred, I don’t need you to stop it. I just need you to be here. To remind me that I’m not alone, even when it feels like I am.” I said gently. He looked at me, his expression open and raw. 

“I can do that. I’ll always be here, you know.” I managed a small smile, the weight in my chest lifting just a tad. 

“I know, and that’s enough.” Fred reached out, brushing his thumb over the back of my hand. 

“You’re not broken, Y/N.” He said his voice steady. 

“You’re bloody brilliant, stubborn, and maddeningly clever. Even on your bad days, you’re still you. That’s more than enough for me.” I looked down, blinking back tears that threatened to spill. 

“You’re annoyingly good at this, you know.” 

“Good at what?” He asked, his lips twitching into a grin. 

“Making me feel better.” He laughed, the sound warm and familiar. 

“Well, someone has to keep you from burying yourself in textbooks all day.” I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at my lips. He closed my book and leaned back in his chair. He started telling me stories, filling the quiet with his laughter. 

“I’m telling you, George nearly hexed himself into oblivion!” He said with a wide grin that was infectious. 

“We thought we had the counter-spell right, but instead of reversing it, we, well, let’s just say Mum wasn’t thrilled to find him floating upside down in the kitchen with blue hair.” I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up, despite myself. 

“You’re lucky your Mum hasn’t disowned you both.” Fred feigned shock, clutching his chest dramatically. 

“Disown us? Impossible. We’re her pride and joy!” 

“Right…” I said, raising an eyebrow. 

“Because nothing says pride like causing a scene at the Ministry Christmas party.” 

“That was George’s fault!” Fred exclaimed, though his smirk gave him away. 

“Besides, I don’t hear you complaining when we slip you a new batch of Canary Creams.” I shook my head, smiling despite the weight that still lingered. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“And you love me for it.” He quipped, leaning back in his chair with that signature Weasley confidence. I froze for a moment, the air between us shifting slightly. Fred seemed to realize what he said, his grin faltering just a bit as he looked at me. There was something unspoken in his gaze, a vulnerability he didn’t often show. 

“Fred…” My voice was soft. He shrugged, trying to play it off. 

“What? It’s true, isn’t it?” I bit my lip, unsure how to respond. It wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about it. His presence could make the hardest days feel bearable, his laughter could light up even the darkest corners of my mind, but saying it out loud felt like crossing a line I wasn’t sure I was ready for. 

“Yeah, I guess I do.” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. Fred’s grin returned, softer this time, less teasing. He reached out, his hand brushing against mine. 

“Good, because I’m pretty sure I love you too.” The words made me forget about the weight in my chest, the gray sky outside, and the endless tug of sadness that so often threatened to pull me under. All I could focus on was him, his steady gaze, the warmth of his hand, and the way his smile made the world feel just a little less heavy. 

“Fred…” I said again, my throat tight. 

“I know this isn’t easy right? Being with me…” He nodded, his expression serious. 

“I know and I’m not going anywhere.” His words broke something in me. A dam I hadn’t realized I was holding back. Tears came then, hot and fast, and Fred didn’t hesitate. He slid off his chair and onto the floor beside me, pulling me into his arms without a word. I clung to him, burying my face in his shoulder as the emotions I had been holding back poured out. He didn’t try to stop me or tell me it was going to be okay. He just held me, his hand running gently over my hair, grounding me in a way I hadn’t thought possible.

When the tears finally subsided, I pulled back slightly, wiping at my face. 

“Sorry…” I mumbled. Fred shook his head, his hands still resting on my shoulders. 

“Don’t apologize. Ever.” I looked at him, my chest tightening at the earnestness in his gaze. 

“You really mean it, don’t you? That you’re not going anywhere?” 

“Of course, I mean it.” His voice was firm but gentle. 

“I’m stubborn, remember? Once I decide on something or someone I’m all in. And you, my clever Ravenclaw, are the best decision I’ve ever made.” A small laugh escaped me, the first real one I felt in days. 

“You’re hopeless.” 

“And you’re stuck with me.” He said, grinning as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

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Congrats on 1k love!!! Im so happy for you, you deserve all the love 🩶

Could i request a ravenclaw!reader who's a little volatile (i suppose like dark acadameia) that the slytherins have kind of adopted (because shes volatile not violent and they think its cute). But shes been in a relationship with Remus on the down low and they realise at a halloween party?

I imagine Remus as an angel while reader is a devil and the slytherins were already concerned by the costume but then they notice you and Remus and just loose their marbles. Barty's having a meltdown, evans im shock and Sirius is cackling because Regulus is trying to stand tall but Remus is so much bigger than him its just impossible.

Anyway, tysm for your wonderful self and feel free to twist this however fits you, love!!

Hi lovely, thank you so much! I'm assuming you meant this to be for the Fade Into You part of the celebration since it's a specific reader, and also I don't know the Slytherin boys very well so I feel like my characterization could be wayyyyy off but I hope this is alright!

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Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!reader ♡ 930 words

You’re dancing with your friends when your drink is plucked suddenly from your hand. 

“Hey!” You spin around to find the thief, and then your tone changes completely. “Hey, Remus, you came!” You crash into him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Remus hugs you back the best he’s able, a drink in each hand. “And you wore your costume!” You grin as you pull away, resting a hand on either side of his face to admire how soft and sweet he looks in seraphim white. “Is that glitter on your cheeks?”

Said cheeks grow warm under your hands. “That’s Sirius’ touch.” 

“You look very pretty.” He grins, and you stand on tiptoe to whisper sweetly in his ear, “Now give me back my drink, pretty boy.” 

Remus’ smile doesn’t waver, but he becomes a tad more serious about the eyes. “How many have you had?”

“Oh, don’t be such a drag, Lupin,” Barty pipes up, coming up behind you to sling an arm around your shoulder. “She’s fine, and not that it’s any business of yours, but we won’t let anything happen to her.” 

“She just seems like maybe she’s had enough,” Remus replies, and his tone is far from unkind, but there’s an edge of admonishment to it that has Barty bristling noticeably. He turns back to you, voice softening. “What do you say, lovely, want to go sit down for a little while?”

You look at Barty, who raises an eyebrow at you. Behind him, Reggie stands with his arms crossed, looking bored with the whole thing.  

“I won’t be gone long,” you say in apology, and Barty scoffs disgustedly, but releases you. 

“Fine, go play with your costume buddy,” he says. “We’ll be here when you get sick of him.” 

You take Remus’ hand in one of yours, flipping Barty off with the other. 

“Are we really going to sit down?” you whisper hopefully, and Remus chuckles. 

“Yeah, we are. Sorry, sweetheart, but you’re not exactly walking in a straight line right now.” 

You grin, tugging at his hand playfully. “That’s just ‘cause I’m a rebel. The boys would never let me hang out with them if I walked the straight and narrow.” 

“That so?” Remus hums, pulling you down onto a couch beside him. “Have I mentioned how nice you look yet? You really do.” 

“I’m not supposed to look nice.” You roll your eyes, shuffling closer to him. “I’m a devil, Rem. I’m supposed to look hot and salacious.” 

Remus graces you with a smile, brushing a piece of hair from in front of your eye. “You do look hot, but you look nice too. I don’t think you can help that one, dovey.” 

“Yeah?” You bat your eyelashes, moving into his lap. Remus’ eyebrow quirks up slightly, cheeks glittering with the movement, but he doesn’t stop you. “Is it just that I radiate sweetness?” You kiss his jaw. “And patience?” Remus’ cheek is faintly pink where you press your lips. “Innocence, certainly,” you tease, breath hot on his ear, “but what else?” 

“Dove,” he whispers, “I think your friends are watching.” 

“Hm?” You look up, and sure enough, Regulus, Barty, and Evan are standing just a few feet away by the punch bowl, expressions ranging from bewilderment to abject horror. “Oh. Oops.” 

“I—I can’t,” Barty sputters. “I can’t be seeing this. Are you plastered? Get off him.” 

You don’t, but Remus does it for you, standing and setting you on your feet as Regulus stalks forward. He stops with his arms crossed in front of the two of you. 

“Is this who you’ve been ditching us for lately?” he asks you. 

You start to reply, but Barty talks over you. “No.” He shakes his head. “No, there’s no way. There’s no way.” 

Others have started migrating toward you to watch the show, among them Remus’ friends. Normally you wouldn't care, but Remus is beginning to squirm, so you try to calm things down for his benefit. 

“You guys are overreacting,” you say, as peaceably as you’re capable of. “As if it really matters what house my boyfriend is in.” 

“Boyfriend?” Barty despairs, and you should have known better than to think anything could quell his dramatics once they’ve begun. “God, as if the costumes weren’t bad enough, you have to throw lovey-dovey terms like boyfriend around.” 

A peal of laughter sounds from somewhere nearby, and you look around to find Sirius, eyes already wet with mirth as he watches his younger brother. “Reggie,” he manages between giggles, “are you trying to look taller than him?”

Reg raises an unimpressed brow, and anyone who didn’t know him well might not notice the flicker of embarrassment in his gaze. “Don’t be stupid,” he says, but his posture is better than you’ve ever seen it, his neck elongated in an attempt to look Remus in the eyes without having to tilt his head. 

“Reg.” Sirius swipes under his eyes. “You may be taller than me, but you’re never gonna get all the way up there.” 

“Alright,” you say decisively, taking Remus’ hand and proceeding to push past Regulus’ stiff form. You shoot Evan a half-apologetic look as you go by, still standing frozen like he’s been stupefied, and Barty follows your movement with eyes blown wide. “Just for that, we’re going back to you guys’ dorm, Black. And we’re going to fuck, loudly, all night.” You shoot your most winning smile in his direction, even as Remus’ face takes on a fiery hue beneath the white glitter. “I wouldn’t recommend coming home. Goodnight!”

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kissing cherries in the rain ᥫ᭡ r. mattheo

serving out your second detention for Filch, you come to realize maybe Slytherin's bad boy isn't so bad after all.

who: mattheo riddle x ravenclaw!reader genre: fluff wc: 2k content warning: [this fic is part of a set, part 1 can be found under the authors note], again nothing but heartwarming, school love!! a/n: enjoying the weather fluctuation just a bit !

vol l i hope you're miserable

You bit back a smile as you stomped out of the locker rooms, that idiot.

There was no way he had a crush on you, there was no way because he was Mattheo Riddle and Mattheo Riddle didn’t have crushes. Mattheo Riddle was the Dark Lord’s son, you had to remember that. But–he was just so pretty. You scoffed at yourself–get some common sense, you git!

You ignored your friends’ odd and questioning stares as you passed them, wanting to head straight for your room to study for the AP Potions quiz you had next Monday morning. One of them called out your name, “Hey, where were you? What was with the note?”

Your eyes snagged on the letter in her hands. She shook it around as if to emphasize her words. A little smile tugged at your lips, your mind going to the forbidden Slytherin once more, “long story, ask me Sunday.”

“What?” Her eyebrows raised as you spun around, meaning to head back toward the dormitories.

Your other friend called after you, “Hey, why not Saturday!?”

You waved a hand, “I’ll tell you Sunday!”

Saturday rolled around, you’d fallen asleep to thoughts of him despite yourself, and now you wanted nothing more than to punch his stupid face into oblivion. Filch too–for forcing this upon you–unfairly, you might add!

The morning dew was evident in the air, it smelled like him. You could almost sniff out a bit of teakwood if you tried hard enough. The weather contrasted completely with the day prior.

The skies were grayed, and clouds huddled together as if they were not the ones creating the cold they were running from. You shivered, wearing your sweatervest and your robes today. You wondered what Filch had in store for you–to be sure–but you also wondered how you’d get along with him again.

It shouldn’t be any of your concern–what he does or says, or how he feels–but your mind kept drifting back to the way he flushed slightly at your words, how his own got caught up in his throat right before the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team interrupted. 

A sly grin spread across your face, though it was small. You wandered toward the North side of Central Hall this time, walking out the exit, trying not to shiver much at the chill.

“Ah, she arrives at last.” You narrowed your eyes at Filch–he was starting to irk you the more and more you interacted with him. You noted a figure behind him–no doubt Riddle. “What’s that smirk for? Wipe that off your face, you’ll be picking cherries for tonight's dessert. Come on, you sad lumps.” he forced open the greenhouse doors, and without thinking, your legs began moving. “Pick up a bucket, come on now!” Filch’s voice bounced off the walls.

You huffed a sigh and stepped toward the baskets. Other than the dull weaving material, there was green everywhere. Green and hints of yellow, orange, blue, black, violet, and red. A sea of flowers sailed along the very back, but unfortunately, you wouldn’t be going anywhere near that part.

“How long do we have to do this for?” Your companion groaned, throwing his head back. 

“Until 10, one of the castle elves will be out to bring you a snack later.”

“This has got to be some form of child labor–”

“–Hush it. Riddle–you best be grateful I’m not having you out here till lunch!” You huffed a laugh, covering it up with a cough. Filch turned his beady eyes toward you, “Was that a laugh I heard, Miss —?”

“No!” You were quick to respond, “just a cough! Must be my allergies.”

“Uh huh,” he looked you up and down, goblin eyes narrowing, “I’ll see you at ten to relieve you.”

“See you then,” you choked, waving him goodbye. The greenhouse smelled strongly of fruit and mint. You took in a gulp of breaths, appreciating the aroma in the quiet.

A few moments later, Riddle’s scoff broke through across the greenhouse, “Allergies?–”

“–Shut it,” you cut him off immediately.

He snorted and began pulling cherries from the bushes in front of him. The greenhouse was full of plants, vegetables, and fruit–most of Hogwarts' resources came from here. There were two acres of cherry bushes, you wondered if you’d finish picking them all by the time ten rolled around. Probably not. 

You gripped your basket–evidently woven by Neville Longbottom–and began picking.

You tried ignoring him. You did. The only sound was the rain of dawn that had picked up again as the sun did its best the rise. “What do you think they're making for dessert?” You found yourself asking, not wanting to admit it was just an excuse to get him talking to you.

Riddle picked up his head slightly and his gaze slipped through the bushes, toward you. You were hidden behind a bush, green leaves distorting your face, the gloom outside not helping. “Probably cherry pie.”

“That’s my favorite,” you hummed, a grin spreading across your face.

Riddle focused back on his cherry picking, biting back a lopsided smile as he threw ¼ of his cherries into a basket he’d set at his feet. “So, question,” he murmured.

“Yeah?” You searched for his eyes again, though they were nowhere to be found. You held your breath, continuing to move down the aisle as you listened.

“Do you watch Quidditch much? Like, go to the games, I mean?”

Your heartbeat picked up, “not really, I mean, sometimes I go with friends when they–” you halted your speech, your sentence breaking off with a dip.

“When they what?” You could hear the raised eyebrow in his tone.

“Just…when they want to go.”

He scoffed, rounding the end of your corner, no wonder his voice seemed so far. “You’re lying, Ravenclaw.”

“Ravenclaws don’t lie,” you crossed your arms, your basket still hanging on your arm.

“Fine,” he grew closer, “then you’re withholding some information.”

Your eyes rolled but your hands dropped to your side, “What’s it matter to you?”

“Are you nervous I might find out some super Ravenclaw secret?” His smirk was full of arrogance. You huffed and turned back toward the bushes, tugging at each cherry you saw. “Or maybe you’re hiding a personal secret.” He tapped his chin and tilted his head up, humming, “could be both.”

His robes were tucked in, nearly hiding his entire uniform. If you didn’t know him, and you saw him from afar, he might look almost…normal. 

But Riddle wasn’t normal; he was Slytherin. That was bad, right?

Though–you bit your lip, letting your eyes slip toward his person subtly–from the miniscule encounters you had with him, he didn’t particularly seem like the big bad wolf rumors around campus made him out to be. 

You wondered why that was. He never claimed to be a saint, sure, but he never claimed to be a monster either–you wondered if that had maybe been an unjust title given to him without much evidence–if any–to back it up. It grounded your gears a bit, a good claim or argument always needed facts to support it–having an evil father…you eyed him…did not count.

“Hey, so…why were you ditching class yesterday?”

You could see him tense up a bit, his expression shifted, what does that mean? “Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t?”

Your brows furrowed, and you turned your head down in thought, a sudden realization daunting on you–but, “you’re–”

“Bet it didn’t even cross your mind, huh?” He laughed, though it sounded slightly…bitter.

“No, listen,” you paused, dropping the basket onto the muddy floor, reaching out for his arm. He let himself be tug toward you. Your eyes burned with a feeling even your brain couldn’t determine in the moment. “I–” his eyes fell to where your hand met his robed arm. You dropped it, turning away, a bit flustered, “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” His words were soft, and again, you got that feeling that, given his reputation, he shouldn’t be acting this way, it was too…normal too…boyish too…innocent. But maybe you were judging him just like everyone else–after all, what facts had you now come to know when being around him? Maybe you were just like everyone else, you scorned yourself for being so cynical–so hypocritical–

“No,” you turned your gaze away, ashamed, “it’s not…I’m sorry, you’re right, I didn’t consider it.”

A shaky breath left his throat, and he stepped forward, this time grabbing your arm, “…thank you.”

You tilted your head and beamed up at him, eyes a bit devious, “Of course, Slytherin.”

He chuckled at that, glancing down at your basket, “Come on.”

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed as he tugged you toward the entrance of the greenhouse, “but we have to finish picking–” you jabbed your free thumb backward.

He paused, only to glimpse back at you and sigh, “Do you honestly want to stay with her for another hour and a half?”

“Well, no but Filch–”

“Filch can wanker off,” he groaned, “come on.” You bit your lip, debating. “You kind of owe me.” He bit his lip and tilted his head to the side, the smile that stretched across his face reaching his eyes.

“Owe you?” Your eyes flashed. His grin said enough. You faultered, looking back and forth between his eyes, and for some reason, you thought this must be what someone in love looks like. But he couldn’t be in love because he was only looking at you, and you barely knew each other. “Alright fine.”

“Yes!”

You let him lead you out of the greenhouse, instantly you were caught in the rain, “Ugh!” You grunted, “I was so not planning on getting drenched.”

“Ugh,” he drawled, “you Ravenclaws and your stuck-up pride.” His head fell back and water droplets beat against his skin.

“Actually, I think that’s you, Slytherins.”

“Probably both,” he nodded, showing the basket you barely noticed he’d brought along.

“You stole that!” Your finger pointed toward the wicker, not even half full of cherries.

He shrugged, “stole, borrow, their synonymous with each other, really.”

“Merlin, you are smart.” You smacked his chest as you rounded toward the front of the school.

“I mean, look at me,” he waved over himself.

Laughter spilled from your throat while he pulled you under a large willow tree, taking shelter. Your eyes snagged on the basket again, “The cherries are wet.” You reached for one.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he held it out of reach.

You scoffed, your arms crossing a second time this morning. “Seriously? You’re going to deprive me of cherries now?”

“Was I depriving you of anything else before?”

“No, but–”

“–Because last I recall, you were the one harboring information.”

Your mouth dropped open, “Are you still on about that?” 

He shrugged, pressing a cherry to his lips, turning sideways. You watched him pull the cherry from the stem with his teeth.

“You are unbelievable.” You shook your head, “Look, my friends only ever drag me to games when they’ve got a crush on one of the players.” His head cocked to the side, nearly facing yours again, “satisfied?”

“Mmmmm…” his head craned from left to right. “Did you ever drag them to games because you liked one of the players?”

“I still don’t see how this is relevant–”

“–educational purposes,” he coolly answered.

You elbowed him, “Yeah, right.” 

He chuckled and averted his eyes to the ground. “...So…” he cleared his throat, “...did you?”

It felt like the air around you compressed. You pursed your lips and took in his expression. If you weren’t being biased, you would think Riddle sounded a bit desperate. You turned away, “no.”

The tension dissipated, and you could only speculate as to why it had gotten so thick to begin with. “Here.” Something cold and wet pressed against your lips. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when your attention shifted back to Riddle.

You opened your mouth, letting the cherry he pressed against your lips to fall in. You clamped your teeth around it, and he tugged. A teasing smile fell to your lips. You leaned forward and poked his cheek, “You are what you eat.”

Riddle stumbled back, clearly affected by your bold speech. “I am not.”

“Oh, but you are.” You nodded, arrogance flashing in your eyes, “as red as a cherry.”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes and looked away. You leaned over him and snatched up another cherry as he shook his head, “...know-it-all Ravenclaws.”

a/n: get ready for some smut

tag: @inkandshadow

[beomwooxie]

Beomgyu's plan

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synopsis :

Beomgyu is a fifth year student in Hogwarts and tends to get into a lot of trouble. He decides to avoid making any more problems, until Y/N comes along and he comes up with a stupid plan to impress her.

tropes : friends (or idiots ??) to lovers, hogwarts au

pairing : gryffindor!beomgyu x ravenclaw! afab reader, slight apparition from felix from skz

warnings : curse words, yeonjun being a menace to society (or hogwarts' population), beomgyu being stupid, basically beomgyu being made fun of by all his friends

wc : 4,7k

Note : I had this idea and wrote this super quickly, so if there's anything that seem off, don't hesitate to tell me !! I haven't got into HP's lore in so long, i had to check so many times what i was saying. Pretty sure i wrote some stuffs that don't even exist but let's pretend it does!!! to clarify... in my mind, beomgyu's in gryffindor with taehyun, yeonjun in slytherin, soobin and kai in hufflepuff

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Fifth year Christmas’ exams were clearly no joke compared to the previous ones they had those past years. Beomgyu started to notice that if he didn’t study enough, even if he drank all the Felix Felicis in the world, he wouldn’t be able to pass any of this semester’s classes. 

Quidditch practice was taking most of his free time, and failing classes wasn’t really an option for him - not after the scolding he got from his mother after his three detentions since the start of the year. 

The Gryffindor boy always found himself stuck in Kai and Taehyun’s crazy schemes. They ended up having designated seats in McGonagall’s office, most of their detentions given out by her anyway. Outdoor detentions happened rarely these days, McGonagall must have caught on to the fact they weren’t getting any wiser, even with the years passing by. He even got a bugler from his mum, not even two weeks ago, telling him to wise up if he wanted to be able to come back for Christmas break. So, for the past few weeks, Beomgyu really tried his best to stay out of trouble. That was until Y/N came along. 

He met the Ravenclaw girl through his friend in the same house, Jeongin, during their first year. They shared a common class (potions). Y/N was the perfect Ravenclaw, she checked every box, every stereotype existing. She was wise, alway trying to find the safest solution to any problem, she loved reading, she was good at giving advice, she was smart. She was especially good at scolding Beomgyu for the stupid things he did. 

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“I told you that sneaking into Slytherin’s common room wasn’t really a good idea.” She deadpanned, making his smile disappear from his face. 

“Okay, but Y/N. I’m the victim here!” He started to defend himself. “I just wanted to give Yeonjun hyung the candy he forgot. I didn’t do anything wrong. If anything, I was being a good friend…” He carried on dramatically.

“You’re a Gryffindor sneaking into Slytherin’s, and you expected nothing to happen?” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Choi Beomgyu, I knew you were dumb, but I didn’t expect you to be this kind of stupid.”

“Okay, now you’re just being mean.” He pouted, frowning, before getting back to his friends at his table. 

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Choi Beomgyu was really happy he had become friends with Y/N. Though they had met through Jeongin, they quickly started to develop a friendship of their own. During their third year, they started to hang out regularly at Hogsmeade on the weekends, going shopping at Honeydukes. Sometimes, even meeting up for a refreshing butterbeer. He always bought extra packs of these caramels she loved so much, bribing her with it or just simply offering it to her when she was stressed - mostly about academics. However, being from different houses and having two completely different groups of friends meant they couldn’t really hang around each other as much as they would have liked. Plus, Beomgyu was in his “becoming a Quidditch superstar era” (his words, not hers) and practiced a lot. Most of their freetimes didn’t match. 

That day, the walk from the castle to Hogsmeade was delightful. Winter was slowly making its way into the area, but the weather was surprisingly pleasant and warm enough to enjoy walking outside. Their two groups of friends were walking ahead of them, still far enough from each other, sometimes looking back to see if the two were still behind them. 

“I’ll swing by the Three Broomsticks to see if you’re still there when I’m finished”, Y/N explained to Beomgyu, both having different itineraries in mind. 

“How long do you plan to stay in that bookshop again?” 

“I don’t know, I haven’t been in a week.” 

“Exactly, so do you really need to go back again? Where you could spend more time with me?” Beomgyu answered, wiggling his brows in a suggestive manner. 

“You’re right. I should definitely stay there for the whole day so I won’t have to see your stupid face.” The Raven girl answered, making him act fake-hurt (even though he wasn’t totally faking it.) 

“Mean.” 

“More seriously. I need to buy the second volume of this wizard’s adventure I’m reading. I don’t think I’ll be able to continue living normally until I know what happened to him.”

“Do you realize how annoying you sounded right now?” He pretended to yawn to make his point. 

“You’re insufferable, Choi Beomgyu.” 

“But you love me that way, Raven!” he smiled, mocking her. 

“See you, Lion!” She mimicked him, jogging towards her friends. 

He stopped walking for a few seconds, watching her get away. She looked back, flashing him one of her signature smiles, making him mirror her actions. Trying to act - emphasis on trying, to act as unbothered as he could by her actions, he picked up his pace, soon enough returning to his friends’ side. When Y/N and her friends were far enough, Yeonjun decided it was perfect timing to mess with Beomgyu. 

“So, when’s the wedding?” 

“With all due respect hyung, fuck off.” The Gryffindor answered, which made the Slytherin boy run towards him, preparing to hit him. 

“And here they go again…” Soobin sighed, picking up his pace, wrapping his yellow scarf tightly around his neck. 

As the boys entered the tavern, Beomgyu coming in last, he reminded his friends to “keep a seat for her just in case.” 

“Yeah, we know, hyung, we need to save a seat for your girlfriend,” Kai said, out of habit.

“She’s not my girl-”

“She’s not your girlfriend, we know.” Soobin cut him off, earning him a death glare coming from Beomgyu. 

As he sat last, he could make out the people walking by the main street of Hogsmeade through the large windows. He immediately recognized her, holding a Honeydukes bag in one hand. Next to her was… Felix, his nemesis. Okay, Felix was actually a nice guy. He was a Hufflepuff, friendly with everyone and he even was close to him once. That was until he actively tried to date Y/N, always glued to her side. Once, as he got out of Transfiguration class, he had seen them almost holding hands as they walked towards the park. Ever since then, he decided that Felix was his sworn enemy. His blood was boiling as he saw them walking side by side, Y/N’s head thrown back as she laughed at something the blonde had said. 

“He’s not even that funny,” Beomgyu mumbled to himself, although apparently loud enough for his friends to hear. 

“Beomgyu, play nice, your ears are getting red again”. Kai, a fellow housemate of Felix, mocked him. 

Beomgyu immediately hid his ears with his hair, threatening his younger friend. When he tried to act unbothered and steal a glance towards the windows, he noticed they weren’t there anymore. He decided to move on, for now, finally paying attention to the conversation the boys around the table were sharing - something about the next Quidditch game, opposing Slytherin and Hufflepuff. 

“I think Slytherin is going to slay that game, in my humble opinion. And I’m not saying that because I’m on the team, obviously.” Yeonjun let out, taking a sip of his butterbeer. 

“Well, I think Hufflepuff might beat you for the next game.” Taehyun answered, earning a death glare from the red dyed-hair boy. 

“They’re literally the worst team this year”, Beomgyu stated. 

“No, technically, in terms of points, Ravenclaw is the worst.” Soobin defended his colours, standing his ground. 

“Yeah, because the last game was interrupted.” Taehyun joked. 

“Poor Daniel, still in the hospital ?” 

“Well, he did break fifty of his bones, after all.” Beomgyu chuckled. 

“That was indeed a nasty fall…” Yeonjun exclaimed. “And I’m still not sorry about it.” 

His last words made all his friends laugh along with him, and soon enough, they changed to another topic. Classes, exams coming up. Soon enough, Kai stated another couple had formed into his house, which made the boys talk about the recent gossip they heard. 

“I don’t think Aurora and Cormac go that well together, to be honest. These two have absolutely no chemistry between them, it’s boring as hell. I watched them the other day - boring.” Kai giggled. 

“Even though the last part of your sentence was extraordinarily creepy, I agree. I’ve been having the same discussion with Y/N the other day, and she said the exact same thing.” Beomgyu excitedly yapped, instantly regretting his words as her name made its way out of his mouth. He knew this was going to earn him some teasing for his friends. Surprisingly enough, the teasing didn’t come. 

“Well, she isn’t wrong…” Soobin agreed, closing the topic, before moving on to the last prank some second year had pulled out. 

The conversation was smoothly flowing between the five friends, when suddenly, Beomgyu felt a pair of frozen hands cover his eyes. He jumped out, both of surprise and because of the shiver the coldness had sent through his body. 

“Boo!” A familiar voice rang near his ears, making them go all red again. 

“Y/N, this is pure evil. Your hands are so fucking cold, wear gloves or something.” Beomgyu screamed out, fakely annoyed. 

“Oh come on, why the long face? Madam Rosmerta didn’t smile at you today or what?” She exclaimed, laughter erupting from the group seated around the table. 

He decided to avoid giving her an answer, pulling his tongue at her instead. As she took the free seat next to him, he was suddenly very aware of how close their two bodies were. He got silent, listening to Y/N ask his friends “so, what are we talking about boys?”. He noticed how the hands of the girl were making their way to his bottle of butterbeer. He caught them in between his, as if to say “gotcha”, but didn’t let go of them when she pulled them towards her body. Noticing how frozen her hands were once again, he tried to entrap them as best as he could, trying to warm them with his. 

As his friend summarized the content of their conversation to the newest addition around the table, the Gryffindor took time to analyze her. He slightly shifted his body towards hers, noticing how she only had the Honeydukes bag from earlier standing next to her feet on the ground. As the conversation went on, and her hands still trapped by his, he noticed how she got quieter, a small blush making its way to her cheeks. Was it because of the warmth of the tavern contradicting the coldness from the outside ? Was it because of him? He let his thoughts wander freely, as he simply sat back and listened to the others talking. 

When Yeonjun got up and announced he was going to the toilets before they started to head back to the castle, Beomgyu took this as an opportunity to have a conversation with her only. 

“You didn’t find your book?” He spoke up shyly, his head motioning to the bag at her feet. 

“No… They won’t receive it until Monday. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to live on for that long without knowing the end of this book.” 

He couldn’t help but mirror her disappointed frown for a second, remarking how sad she sounded. He always joked about how she always had her head plunged into a book, but he always loved her passion for reading. He loved hearing her rant about plot twists, and fun facts she had learned, or her favorite characters. She looked so cute doing it. It only took a fraction of second before an imaginary lightbulb lit inside his head. 

That’s it, he thought. That was the plan. That’s how he was going to secure his spot with her. That’s how he was going to make her forget about that other boy. 

✴✴✴

“Absolutely no fucking way I’m helping you with that”, Taehyun said, as the two boys were climbing up the stairs leading to their common room. 

“Come on, Taehyun. You’re always up for bringing me down with you and Kai, but the moment I ask you for something you’re backing down?” He was a Gryffindor. He knew where to hit : the pride. Try hurting the pride of a Gryffindor and magic will happen - literally. 

“Okay, but you’ll do my History of Magic homework due this Friday.” His friend bargained. 

“Deal”, he shook hands with him, not really having the choice. 

They spent the few hours left of their Saturday coming up with a plan. Taehyun knew about a secret tunnel that supposedly led directly into Honeydukes’ basement. Once there, all he would have to do was to come out of the store, then head to the bookstore. The next plan he needed to think about was how he was supposed to cover himself. He was a little stupid at times, but he was smart enough to know that a 16 year old, wandering freely through the streets of Hogsmeade, especially on a weekday, was going to bring some attention. Shivers went through his spine remembering the bugler from his mother - he needed to avoid another detention. Naturally, he thought about asking Yeonjun for help. For whatever reason, being Hogwarts’ it boy, Yeonjun was a Quidditch superstar but also a genius at potions. 

He had just finished explaining his whole game plan to the oldest, waiting for the Slytherin to say something. Yeonjun thought about refusing to help him, he too wanted to avoid tarnishing his reputation; but the desperation on Beomgyu’s face made him agree to offer his help. The next day, he brought him the small bottle, filled with a questionable colored liquid. 

“Here you go, punk.” Yeonjun said, as he put the bottle inside Beomgyu’s hand. “Just beware, it’s my first time making it.” 

“Should I actually be worried or are you just messing with me?” The Gryffindor anxiously asked, scared about the answer. 

“I mean… I wouldn’t personally drink it, but what other choice do you actually have?” 

“You’re right.”

“Don’t forget my three gallions.”

“But I’m your friend?” Beomgyu whined. 

“True. It will be five gallions then.” 

“You’re robbing me, hyung.” The boy moaned out, struggling with the coins inside his pocket. 

As Beomgyu walked away, Soobin couldn’t help but intervene. 

“You would have given him for free, no?” 

“Yeah, but he went with it. He’s so stupidly in love with her, he’ll agree to anything. I’ll give it back to him… Eventually.” 

Monday. 

Tossing and turning in his bed, Beomgyu kept repeating his plan to himself all night. He couldn’t get any sleep, too worried about the stupid thing he was about to do. What if he got caught ? His mother would kill him. What if he didn’t get caught, but Y/N didn’t care? He would be mortified. He was getting second thoughts, but then, completely delusional, he started to think of other options. What if she was so happy? What if Y/N kissed him… as a thank you? What if he could muster the courage to actually confess to her ? But then again… What if she rejects him? Not to be dramatic, but he would throw himself off the Astronomy tower, plain and simple. 

Morning came soon enough, too soon for his taste. He was jittery as ever, his leg bouncing up and down under his desk from the anxiety, so badly that even McGonagall called him off during his Transfiguration class. At lunch, he avoided her at all cost, even seating opposite to her to avoid even her gaze. 

As his last class ended, at around 3PM, he needed to proceed towards the first part of the plan. He ran as fast as he could towards the dorms, changing into “normal” wizard clothes - as normal as wizard clothes could be. Being a half-blood, he loved the magic world more than anything, but if there was something he deeply missed about the Muggle world, it definitely was baggy jeans. Now out of his school uniform, and into a random wizard cape, he sprinted into the hallways, looking as suspicious as ever, hoping he wouldn’t bump into anyone he would know or worse, Professor McGonagall. He finally reached the empty corridor where the tunnel began, immediately casting Lumos as soon as he entered it. 

He thought about how, if this went all according to plan, he would sacrifice his first born for Taehyun, seeing that the tunnel was apparently actually leading to the basement of Honeydukes. He didn’t know who to thank, but until now, everything was going according to plan. Before getting out of the basement, he drank the potion his friend had given him. He waited a few seconds to see if he was feeling weird, anxious about dropping dead - who knew what Yeonjun could have put into that potion ? When he didn’t feel anything weird, at least, not until now, he safely made his way out of the candy store, without getting noticed or accosted by anyone. Wandering through the streets of Hogsmeade, he almost felt delirious. 

He cursed whoever put the bookstore at the nearest end of Hogsmeade, rapidly walking.  When he reached the door, and as he put his hand on the golden doorknob, he took a second to look at his reflection in the glass of the door. 

He did look older. Not like old old. But older. More mature. His shoulders were broader - dared he say, he was shredded. His face was more sharp, jawline more defined. If he did end up looking like this in the future, he couldn’t wait. After deciding that his ego trip had lasted long enough, he finally pushed the door open, entering Y/N’s favorite place. 

He had only entered once, last year. It was to get her birthday gift. The sudden memory made his anxiety go through the roof. What if the owner of the store recognized him? He remembered their awkward encounter, when he asked her for a romantic book and she, very kindly though, mocked him. Surely she wouldn’t remember him, right? 

“Hello, how can I help you?” The unfamous lady behind the counter called for him, and noticed his distressed look. 

“Yeah, actually. I’m looking for the second volume of this book that was supposedly coming in today… The adventures of Avis… Avis… something.” He swore he had tried to retain this information, but the name of the guy was too weird to even make an imprint into his brain. 

“Oh yeah, The Adventures of Avis Buckthorne.” She screamed out happily.

No wonder Y/N liked her so much, she seemed as big a nerd as her, he thought.

 “You’re lucky, we just got it today!” She hopped away excitedly, going to a specific section in the shop. “Here you go, young man. That would be five galleons.” 

As he got the money out, he gulped. Okay, he had the money - thank God he had been careful with his pocket money, but since when was paper and words printed on it so expensive ? He put the coins onto the counter, and practically ran back to Honeydukes after bidding the shop lady a hurried goodbye. 

Entering Honeydukes itself was easy, but as soon as he did, he noticed that the few customers that were here earlier were now gone, making the shop completely empty. He pretended to look around and browse around the shelves. As soon as a lady came into the shop with a small child, he let out a sigh of relief, noticing how the owner ran straight towards the little girl, trying to get her to test some new samples. That gave him the perfect opportunity to descend into the basement, and ran back to the tunnel. 

Once he reached the end of it, he swiftly pushed back the statue in its place, and pretended nothing had happened for a few meters or so. The corridors of Hogwarts were mostly empty - most students getting ready for dinner. He never felt as relieved when he saw the portrait of the Fat Lady. Entering the common room, Taehyun was patiently waiting on the sofas in front of the chimney. His friend grimaced, jumped on him and immediately tried to drag him towards their dorms. Beomgyu innocently thought it was to congratulate him, but after seeing the alarmed look on his friend’s face, stress made its way up his body. He stopped dead in his tracks.  

“What’s wrong? I made it, I got the book. It was SUPER expensive by the way, she better french kiss me or something -” he nervously rambled, soon enough cut off by Taehyun’s voice. 

“Dude. Your hair. It’s like… white.” 

“What do you mean, it’s white?”, voice cracking due to the panic. He looked around for the mirror in the small corner of the common room. He could hear voices whispering behind him. 

Suddenly, this sixth year student, Max, whom he talked with maybe once, came up to him. 

“Dude your hair, it’s fire, dude.” 

“Hum… well, thanks?” 

Taehyun dragged him by the arm up the stairs, only letting him go once they reached their dorm. Okay, Beomgyu did look cool in a way. But he couldn’t stay like that. He was getting way too much attention from it. Plus, he did remember a time when Y/N said she had a thing for guys with dark hair. And since Felix was blonde, people will think he did it on purpose. 

“I bet she could change it back to black, she dyes her hair with spells like all the time.” His friend tried to comfort him. 

“But surely this is a side effect from hyung’s potion, right?” Beomgyu was now full of panicking. “Didn’t Snape say something about how a spell can’t undo a potion side effect ? It has to be another potion?” 

“How do you expect me to know, dumbass ? I failed that class.” 

“Oh, I’m screwed.” 

“Well, see, this gives you the perfect excuse to talk to her. You give her the book, you ask for her help, and that’s it.” All Taehyun got was a puzzled look from Beomgyu. “You’re going to give her the book, right?”

“Well, yeah. Eventually.” He nervously stuttered. 

“What do you mean eventually?” 

“It has to be special, Taehyun. Gosh, you truly don’t know anything about love.” He tried to downplay his embarrassment, but was betrayed by the reddening of his cheeks. 

“How long exactly are you planning to wait?” 

“Until I figure out how to get my hair back to normal. Now, help me. We’re sneaking into Slytherin’s”. 

They tried the password they used last time, but as expected, it had changed since then. Desperate, Beomgyu resorted to the last thing he knew : make noise. And a lot of it. He screamed “Yeonjun hyung!!!” at the top of his lungs four times, before the man in question showed up. 

“Can you please stop embarrassing me and yourself ?” Yeonjun half screamed, feeling his collar being immediately yanked at by Beomgu. 

“Hyung, you made my hair white. Please, turn it back to black.” 

“Told you I wouldn’t drink that potion.” 

“Okay, this is really fun man.” He exaggerated a laugh. “Now, turn it back.” 

“There’s nothing to do except wait until you digest the potion. It should all be good tomorrow morning, don’t worry.” 

Beomgyu angrily made his way back up the stairs, going back to the Gryffindor house. 

“You jinxed the potion, didn’t you?” Taehyun cleared out, making a small smile appear on Yeonjun’s face. 

“I may have added the wrong ingredient on purpose, nothing much.” 

At dinner that evening, Beomgyu in need of a way to hide his newly acquired platinum white hair decided to wear his wizard hat, which he hadn’t used since the first day he arrived in Hogwarts, five years ago. Let’s just say that somehow, wearing the hat made him even more stand out of the crowd than the white hair at this point. As soon as he arrived into the grand hall, Y/N beelined her way towards him. He gulped as he noticed her, quickly trying to hide the few strands of white making their way out of the hat. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you”, he hid his nervousness by acting all smug. 

“What ? Your white hair? Not really a surprise.”  She tugged at a small piece in his neck. 

“Oh, stop it. Don’t you like it?” 

“Mhm… Maybe you should have gone with red. Like Yeonjun’s.” 

“Please don’t bring this traitor’s name up ever again.” 

They slowly started to make their way into the dinner hall, Y/N questioning him about his whereabouts. 

“Where were you going earlier? I saw you bolting out of class.” 

“Nowhere. Nothing. Definitely not in Hogsmeade.” He panicked, both due to her presence and due to the fear of being caught. He ran away quickly and sat at the Gyffindor’s table. 

“Dude”, Y/N’s friend said, “he's such a loser sometimes.”

“Yes, but he’s kind of my loser.” Y/N let out, speaking quicker than thinking. “Moving on”, she scratched her throat, running away to the Ravenclaw’s table. 

Wednesday. 

Due to one of their classes in the afternoon being cancelled, the fifth year students had their whole afternoon free, which hadn’t happened in a long time. Beomgyu, back to his normal self again, was seated near the lake with Soobin and Kai. The oddly warmth of this day of fall made the students act as if it was spring earlier than supposed too. The group of boys had planned a picnic outside. His bag opened and thrown onto the grass, he laid down and closed his eyes, aiming for a 20 minute nap. 

Soon enough, a shadow appeared on top of him, instantly waking him up. 

Y/N, standing on top of him, a book in her hands. Not any book. No. THE book. 

“Where did you get that?” She said accusingly. 

“Well… Well uh… I…” 

“Choi Beomgyu. Stop messing with me. I know you sneaked into Hogsmeade on Monday.” 

“How do you- ?” 

“Because I wanted to sneak into Hogsmeade but you beat me to it apparently. When I got to the bookshop, the lady said she just sold the only copy she had received. And I discover now that you’re the one who got it?” 

“Wait - I can explain everything.” He got up, anxious and rapidly remembering the confession he had made up inside his brain last night. 

“Please, do.” 

“Wait a second, YOU sneak into Hogsmeade ?!” He suddenly caught on what she had said. 

Y/N immediately blushed. Whatever was going on, it was supposed to be about Beomgyu, not her. Why was she suddenly targeted ? 

“Well, you don’t think I’m capable of doing it?” 

“Y/N Y/F/N, sneaking into Hogsmeade, on a weekday. Who would have thought… Maybe I am rubbing off on you.” Gyu, bolder all of the sudden, got closer to her and was now towering over her due to their height difference. 

“Maybe you are.” 

He took a second to look directly into her eyes, before adding : “Would you say it’s a bad thing?” 

“Depends.” 

He took a step forward. There was barely any space left between their two bodies.

“How cool it would have been to see you get caught and get a detention, you, the ultimate top A student of Ravenclaw.” 

“Okay, can we please focus on the subject at hand?” She gulped loudly, embarrassed by how little control she had of the situation. “Why did you go and steal my book away from me?” 

“What - Stole it from you?” He huffed. “I got it for you. I had this whole plan on how to give it to you, but YOU”, he was now pointing an accusing finger at her, “but YOU had to sneak around and blew it-” 

Y/N didn’t know what went through her mind at that moment. Was it the fact that she had waited for a confession from him all along ? Was it the fact that he had gone through all this trouble to give her a book out of everything ? 

“Kiss me.” She cut him off. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I caught what you were saying?” 

“You heard me right. Kiss me.” 

And although Choi Beomgyu had wasted five years before finally confessing to her, he didn’t waste a single second more before crashing his lips onto hers.

[carpentvrs]

VICIOUS – Theodore Nott

pairing :: theodore nott x f!reader (implied Gryffindor!reader but never mentioned)

summary :: (enemies to lovers). when you and theo get paired up for the nightly prefect-patrols, the yearlong hatred between the two of you may come to an end. or not.

based on the song vicious by sabrina carpenter

warnings :: angst!! she/her pronouns, use of y/n & y/l/n (only a few times), lots of cursing, british, mentions of killing someone (not serious), smoking, drinking, typos probably, 4.1k words

a/n :: english isn’t my native language so please don’t mind any mistakes and feel free to correct me! this is my first story published on tumblr so i’m a bit nervous. my requests are open, feel free to share your ideas and I’ll come up with something!!

„As a result of the ongoing danger in and outside of Hogwarts, the prefects will now walk around in pairs during their nightly patrols after curfew. And to show that Hogwarts and the witches and wizards attending this school stick together in such times, we have decided to pair up prefects from different houses.“

Harry, Ron, Hermione and you sat on your usual seats in the great hall as Professor McGonagall made the announcement. The boys and Mione didn’t really care about the announcement, considering none of them are prefects. Hermione at least listened to what the professor was saying, sometimes poking Ron in his arm to make him stop bickering and start listening, too.

You however, you didn’t take the news as easily as your friends.

Once you realized that being friends with Harry had its downsides, you started to appreciate the everyday repetitiveness. The homey things.

Ignoring the strength of the dark side in the wizarding world, you found comfort in the mornings at Hogwarts that were always the same. The fun you had at lunch with the boys and Hermione and the quidditch trainings and matches you could always look forward to.

It gave you a sense of normality in an abnormal world, just like your nightly patrols did.

Whatever may have happened during the day, you could overthink it during those few hours you had for yourself as you walked through the dark corridors of Hogwarts, occasionally greeting and having small talk with the other prefects or scolding the little amount of students you would catch sneaking around from time to time.

Those patrols were your way of coping with stress, wherever it may have come from. Usually school, or the cognition that Voldemort won’t be scared to lift his wand against you and your friends the next chance he gets, whenever that might be. Not very soon, you hoped.

𖤓 𖤓 𖤓

„They’ve got to be kidding! There’s no bloody way I can go on those patrols with this assholes every damn night.“

You were furious. Taking away your alone time was one thing, but pairing you with none other than Theodore Nott, the biggest dickhead to ever walk the corridors of Hogwarts, that just had to be a sick joke.

You hated his guts. You hated his manwhore-behavior and his obnoxious superior complex. He thinks he’s too good to attend any of his classes and simply uses his prefect-advantages to take points from Gryffindor students for fun. You doubted he knew what playing fair even meant.

Every damn house party, he somehow felt the need to judge either you outfit, you hair, your makeup or just anything else he can find to complain about. And as if that wasn’t enough, he loved taking advantage of your resentment towards hookup culture, never failing to somehow end up right next to you while one of the many girls who seem to be kissing the ground he walks on was hanging on his lips as if he’d remember her name tomorrow.

And don’t get started on quidditch. the amount of times you leave the pitch with at least a dozen new bruises just because of him almost makes it seem like having pushed him off his broom that one time wasn’t enough yet.

In comparison to you and Theo, Harry and Draco were just two puppies occasionally fighting over who gets to play with the stuffed animal first.

“Look- maybe it won’t be that bad, maybe you’ll even, I don’t know, start getting along?” Hermione tried to cheer you up, already knowing that “possibility” isn’t that probable.

“Oh come on Mione, Nott just has to look at Y/N and she basically explodes with anger. We have to be careful she doesn’t accidentally kill him one night.”

“Shut it, Weasley, this isn’t helping. I have to go and talk to professor McGonagall. Mione, come with me?” you asked.

“I’d love to, but curfew is about to start. I don’t wa-“

curfew only meant one thing: the nightly patrol

˚ · • . ° . ˚ · • . ° .

He was different than you thought. He wasn’t that bad. Not when you two were alone. A few months had gone by and, even though the first nights were a bit rough, you both managed to get along well. Really well, actually.

It became a wordless understanding that in the depths of the night, in the comfort of the quietness, when the only source of light in the castle were your wands and the lumos spell, you two weren’t hateful classmates. You were friends. Good friends even.

“I’m so tired, and why is this damn school still freezing cold at night? Bloody hell it’s june” you yawned. It was almost midnight and you and Theo had decided to sit down on one of the stairs. It’s been a long day and night, the younger students seemingly wanting to be outside during the warm summer nights. Understandibly so, you thought.

“You’re shivering, want my jumper?”

He handed it over to you after pulling it off of his body, accidentally showing a tiny bit of his toned stomach. You couldn’t help but look, slightly biting your lip to hide your smile.

You happily accepted the offer and slowly pulled the jumper over your head, your stomach suddenly feeling warm and fuzzy when you smelt his cologne. You breathed in and mumbled a small “thanks” to be boy next to you.

It wasn’t the first time he had given you his jumper. And it also wasn’t the first time you’ve felt this fuzziness in your stomach because of him, and you knew what it meant.

And he felt it too.

Theo never liked you either. He hated your goody two-shoes behavior in front of the professors and the way you would scrunch your nose in disgust whenever you saw him smoking. Sometimes he lit his cigarettes near you just to annoy you.

It all started when in fourth year, you accidentally kicked him off his broom during a friendly quidditch match. He didn’t get seriously hurt, he just felt humiliated. Even worse, by you, a girl he had been convinced to dislike ever since you befriended Theo’s best friend’s sworn enemy, Harry.

You wanted to say sorry the next morning during breakfast, but he strutted away right after seeing you on your way over to him. He was mad at you for embarrassing him, and you found his behavior childish. You both would’ve sworn that this hatred was going to be endless. Until now.

And that scared him.

He couldn’t possibly fall for the girl he had despised all these years. It wouldn’t work anyway. Their houses, their families and their friends just wouldn’t allow it. And their egos wouldn’t either.

Who was Y/N to fall for someone who treated other girls so poorly? Someone who dared to call her best friend worthless and walk around in school he as if he was just better than her and her friends.

But in intimate moments like these, with your head gently placed on his shoulder and his warm jumper wrapped around your body, you both forgot. You forgot about you’re prejudices, about your friends and your families. It was just you two.

Sometimes you wondered if he felt the same way. You doubted it.

As soon as the sun rises, the birds start singing and the castle starts awaking from its tranquil sleep, the peace between you two stopped. His smoking annoyed you. At parties he’d still sneak around with girls. After quidditch matches you’d be still fuming with anger.

Therefore you wished you could stay like this forever. You felt safe in moments like these. Perfectly at peace.

Even though the feeling in your stomach when he looked at you or when you smelt his cologne was the same as always, tonight felt different. The usual comforting silence felt awkward and tense, like something that was yet to be said already made things harder.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

Theo sighed.

“My friends would kill both of us if they saw us like this.”

“So what? I don’t care about you friends.” You scoffed. “I mean, they can’t know.” he said, almost in a whisper.

“Know what?” you asked as you slowly lifted your head from his shoulder and your eyes locked together. His gaze drifted from your eyes to your delicate lips and the air surrounding you was suddenly filled with a heavy tension and desire.

Your breath hitched and your whole body felt like it was on fire as he carefully started to caress your cheek. He leaned in and finally, his lips touched yours. The feeling of your soft lips on his slightly chapped ones was intoxicatin. The kiss was gentle yet passionate and in that exact moment, nothing else mattered.

All doubts you had suddenly left your mind, the only things you could think about being the feeling of his lips on yours, and the fact that you never want this to stop.

You wrapped your hand around his neck as the kiss deepened and it went on like this until you both pulled away to catch your breaths.

And ater that kiss, everything changed.

For the worse

His gaze landed on your eyes once again. And as your expression softened, his became harder. And darker. And the eyes you found yourself lost in just seconds ago suddenly turned cold.

“Did I do so-“

“Give me my jumper. I want to go to bed.”

“What?” You huffed. He can’t be serious right now, right?

“Give it to me, Y/L/N. Our job here is done and I’m tired.”

You scoffed and quickly pulled the emerald green piece of clothing over your head, breathing in his scent for the last time that night. He snatched it out of your hands and left without another word, leaving you alone on the huge staircase, confused and upset.

˚ · • . ° . ˚ · • . ° .

The next morning was even weirder. Your friends had to basically drag you out of bed and once you were seated in your usual seat in the great hall, you just couldn’t stop trying to catch his eyes.

But he seemed rather…. busy. Either you were imagining things or Pansy Parkinson was currently seated on his lap. At breakfast. You frowned and slowly picked at your food with your fork, never taking a single bite.

“Y/N, I think that’s your owl!” Hermione said, the daily prophet in one hand, a teaspoon in the other to stirr her tea. Once the letter dropped onto your lap, you swiftly opened it before quickly patting the owl on its head as a goodbye.

“It’s from professor McGonagall”

“What does it say?” Harry asked, seemingly interested.

You squinted your eyes and Hermione immediately went to look over your shoulder, reading it too as you turned the letter to show her.

“It says that she took notice of my complaints about the pairing and that changes will follow quickly. But I never went to complain about it. And we also never talked about it in class.” You scoffed. The letter was clearly directed at you, and professor McGonagall wasn’t exactly known for making mistakes like sending letters to the wrong person.

Meaning, someone else must’ve told her.

“At least you don’t have to spend any more time with that snob.” Ron chimed in, chewing on his breakfast. You just nodded.

You stopped listening to the conversation as Hermione started to complain about Ron’s table manners and you let your mind wander back to Theo. It must’ve been him who somehow told McGonagall about your complaints. It wasn’t that hard to believe him, considering the professors already knew about the hateful relationship you and Theo had going on.

“I’m gonna go tell Alex, maybe I’ll get paired with her.” You said, getting up from your seat. The trio hummend and waved at you, already being used this.

It wasn’t the whole truth. Yes, if Theo wanted to be a bitch then you definitely wanted to be paired with Alex instead of anyone else. But she also was the only one who knew about you and Theo, and you definitely needed to update her on what’s going on currently. You didn’t dare to tell the Gryffindors, afraid of how they might react. Maybe cutting off contact with you wasn’t so stupid of him. But it was so vicious.

Alex and you have already been friends before you even received your Hogwarts letters. You confided in her with everything, hence she also knew what had been going on between you and Theo these past few months.

She waved you over when she saw you walking towards the Hufflepuff table, letter still in hand. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to sit down. You exchanged quick hellos, and then you began talking, sharing every so tiny detail about last night. And the letter. And the still ongoing situation he had with Pansy Parkinson on his lap, giggling about something he said. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. And he didn’t spare you a single look.

“That fucking twat! He can’t just kiss you and then pull shit like this! You should beet him up, honestly. Even better, kick him off his broom again.” Alex suggested, maybe a bit too loudly, as you were on you way towards potions. Breakfast had already ended and because you didn’t want to keep sitting where everybody could hear you, you decided to leave a bit earlier and take the longer way to the classroom.

“Yeah- I don’t know Lex, this is so weird. I used to hate him all this time and now- now I’m crying after him? This is so stupid”, you murmured, “maybe it’s better this way. Everything will go back to the way it was before and I’ll just- forget.”

But it didn’t go back to how it was before. He didn’t go back to calling you names. And whenever he saw you in hogsmead, he didn’t wait for you to cross paths to light his cigarette anymore like he usually did to annoy you. He just ignored you. And that frustrated you even more. Why couldn’t he just act normal? Why did he have to suddenly act as if you died? As if you just didn’t exist anymore? Why did he have to constantly remind you that something between you did change? How were you supposed to forget it about it like this?

Even in classes, when you dropped something, when you gave the wrong answer or when your potions turned into nothing more than a weird bubbling brown liquid and Snape scolded you for it, even when you embarrassed yourself in front of everyone, he wouldn’t comment it. Draco would mock you. And Mattheo would laugh. Occasionally, if he saw you on your way out, Blaize would annoyingly remind you of whatever had happened in class. But Theo? He wouldn’t look. He wouldn’t react. He wouldn’t care.

But, to your luck, every last Saturday of the month, the students threw a party with all students from every house invited. Only if they were of age. The houses always took turns on whose common room the party will be held in, and July was Slytherin’s turn. Meaning Theo would definitely be there.

Originally, you didn’t want to act so petty. But you felt used after all these months of him pretending. So, there was only one thing you had to keep in mind for a few more weeks;

revenge is a dish best served cold.

And you managed. By now, you had already told Hermione about Theo and even though she didn’t like the thought of you and him at first, considering you spent lots of time together, it made sense. After all, she said it herself when you first got the message of having to go patrolling with him. Maybe you’d start getting along.

So, for the next party, Alex, Mione, and you came up with a tiny, harmless plan. You didn’t know if it would work because his ignorance towards you was still going strong, but it was worth a shot. And a little jealousy never hurt anyone anyway, right?

˚ · • . ° . ˚ · • . ° .

You dressed up. You needed to break his façade one way or another. A tight-fitting, almost-too-short red dress and your favorite jewellery delicately hanging around your neck and wrists with a few rings around your fingers.

You weren’t overdressed, but you didn’t usually go to parties like this. You just went there to have fun with your friends, get drunk and take your mind off of things, never to catch anybody’s attention. You were beautiful dressed up or not, boys always tried to ask you out at those parties no matter what you were wearing, but you always nicely rejected.

Today, you wouldn’t.

After you finished off you makeup with mascara and lipgloss, you put on your heels and finally made your way over to the dungeons, Hermione and Alex right next to you. The boys went first, you assumed they’ve already had some drinks, so hopefully the vibe wouldn’t be too bad.

“This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s not.”

“He probably won’t even look at me, just like he did the whole past month” you sighed, suddenly not feeling as confident anymore.

“If you won’t catch his attention, then surely someone else’s.” Hermione tried to cheer you up once again. “And it’ll at least help you take your mind off of him.” Alex added.

They are right, you told yourself. Just go inside, drink something to calm your nerves, and don’t focus on him.

Easier said than done. The moment you stepped a foot inside the common room, decorated with green lamps and lights, dark leather sofas and with loud music beaming through your ears, your eyes immediately searched for him. He was sitting there, hidden in a dark corner with a ravenclaw girl all over him, but his eyes focused on you.

You locked eyes.

Your breath hitched.

Goosebumps formed all over your body.

You looked away.

Your eyes settled on Harry who was calling you over, a drink for you in his hand. You took it from him, ready to just enjoy yourself and have a good time. For now.

You were more than just tipsy, stumbling over your words and your own feet. Your feet started to hurt in your heels and the guy you’ve been flirting with started to annoy you. His hand was steady on your hip and his lips grazed your neck as he whispered things into your ear you couldn’t comprehend, mind way too hazed.

Meanwhile, Theo felt as though he was going fucking crazy. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He tried so hard not to think about you. He tried so hard to finally get you off his mind. To finally make these feelings for you disappear.

He was supposed to enjoy himself tonight. Make out with yet another girl and then forget about you completely. Some alcohol would help, wouldn’t it? But no, you just had to show up in that tiny fucking dress, showing off your legs for everyone to see. And as if that wasn’t enough, you let that guy’s hands and lips wander over your body as if you belonged to him. You’ve never done anything like this before. You never dressed up like this, and every bloke who ever came too close to you would be hushed away in a second and now you basically bathed in those boys’ attention.

He knew he wasn’t one to judge. Not when he acted the same exact way every single party he went to. But the way you wouldn’t react to his smoke, the fact your nose didn’t scrunch up like it usually would, the way all of your attention was on that guy and not on him, it made him fucking feral.

“Uhhhm you know, you- you look good and all, and we should reaaaaallyyyy continue this another time, but I need some fresh- fresh air right now, so I’ll go.” You hickupped, actually feeling like his weird perfume would suffocate you if you didn’t leave right fucking now.

“I’ll go with y-“

“Nono, don’t worry, I’ll- I’ll go alone.”

You hurried away, not wanting him to follow you. You needed to get out of this huge castle, go somewhere you could actually relax, because the alcohol, in fact, did not help and finally come to terms with the truth; Theo never once left your mind. And your plan sucked too, having achieved absolutely nothing.

You felt way too hot, the smell of that horrible perfume mixed with smoke and alcohol overstimulating your senses. Plus, your mind was racing. Why couldn’t he just talk to you? Tell you what he was thinking that night, tell you what made him lie to your professors about “your complaints”, tell you what fucking made him run away after such an intimate moment.

“Fuckfuckfuck these shoes are fucking killing me!” you whined once you reached the exit.

“Then take ‘em off”

Your eyes opened wide and the cold rain drops falling onto your skin one after one made you shiver.

And so did his voice.

You knew he was standing behind you, but you didn’t dare to turn around. You stared ahead into the nothingness until you felt his presence next to you, arms brushing against each other. His cologne and the fresh air cleared your mind, sobering you up slightly.

“What do you want, Nott?”

“We need to talk.”

“Finally grew a pair or what took you so long?”

Theo exhaled. He turned around to stand face-to-face with you, his blue eyes piercing into yours. And finally that night, you held his gaze. The tension was palpable and you couldn’t help but fiddle with your bracelets and necklace, feeling overwhelmed with the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Listen, I- I know what I did was stupid. And absolutely, in no way, was what I did okay. I just- I’ve kissed a lot of girls before, we both know that, but that kiss between us- it felt so different and t-“

“So you left? And ignored me? And lied to McGonagall? And proceeded to let a girl sit on your lap during fucking breakfast the next fucking morning? That’s a low bow even for you, Nott. Stop behaving like a slut and then maybe we’ll talk.”

“Oh and how did you behave tonight? You’re allowed and I’m not?” His voice was low, his head bending teasingly low towards yours, eyebrows raised, awaiting your reaction.

You scoffed and dodged his gaze. Guess your plan did work out. “Complaining, Nott? One bloke I flirt with and suddenly you’re after me again? Well maybe next time you should think before leaving me! Because, believe it or not, to one of us that kiss actually fucking meant somethi-“

“You seriously think it meant nothing to me?” He yelled, frustration growing in his eyes. “I left because I was scared of what our friends would think if they saw us together! I- I know it was stupid and I got unnecessarily rude after but I’ve never felt anything like that before and that,” he huffed, “I guess that scared me.”

“So when it’s me you care about others opinions, but when it’s that Ravenclaw, or Parkinson, or just any other girl, then you don’t?” You asked, acting as confident in front him as you could.

“For fucks sake, it’s because I like you Y/N, don’t you get it? I genuinely like you! I left ‘cause you’re not like those girls. ‘Cause you’re actually important to me!”

You pondered for a second, lowering your eyes to look at your heels instead of his face. Your heart thumped loudly inside your chest.

You looked up again.

Took a step forward.

And smashed your lips against his.

Your eyes closed as he didn’t waste any more to kiss you back and finally, you felt safe again. With that fuzzy and warm feeling in your stomach and his lips against yours.

“This dress looks so perfect on you.” His hands steadied on your waist, pushing you lightly against the wall. He kissed down your neck, your skin feeling hot. You began playing with his hair as your body relaxed under his touch. You didn’t care about the rain wiping off your makeup. Or about you clothes being absolutely drenched. Nothing mattered other than having him close to you.

“I like you too, Theo.”

His lips parted from your neck, instead he gave you a small peck on your lips, before embracing you in a tight hug, smiling into your hair.

And neither of you let go.

“You’re shivering, want my jumper?”

“Red doesn’t go well with green.”

“Nah, I think it does.”

last part makes more sense as gryffindor!reader but whatever, I hope you liked it!

[raven-dor]

right where you left me pt.3

in which james sirius potter finally gets the girl back

PAIRING: james sirius potter x reader

WARNINGS: GIVEN LAST NAME (Edwards), making out, ANGST, james is freaking out, self-esteem issues, more making out, light arguing, fluffy ending

wattpad: raven-dor

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

🎶 : right where you left me - taylor swift

AN: ♥️💗 - this is directly pulled from my wattpad book, which has an oc, so don't be alarmed if when you read it on wattpad it says 'lydia' THAT'S JUST THE OC DON'T WORRY YOU FOUND THE RIGHT BOOK<3 ALSO - i had two people ask for more james sirius, so here it is, enjoy!!

The past two weeks had been a blur. You couldn't tell anyone anything about them if they had asked, including your latest test in DADA, or how you’d managed to stay sustained. 

You did have a sneaking feeling that Ophelia was filling your plate up for you.

Whenever something devastating happened, your automatic response was to go silent, concluding that it was better to be in the shadows, not drawing attention to yourself any more than you had to. You knew, however, that even with your silence, James was still watching you, insistent on making sure you were alright. 

Except you weren’t alright, because the one good thing that had ever happened to you had been ruined.

It hurt to say his name, to even think about him, to know that this was all your fault because of your insecurity issues and that James inevitably was going to break up with you at some point, so you were honestly doing yourself a favor—there you went again. 

Around and around, that is all you did for weeks. Your friends, who were (unfortunately) used to this coping mechanism, were becoming increasingly concerned the longer you went on.

Fred, who rarely spoke to you, had taken to studying with you in the library. (Roxanne joked that not speaking was throwing the whole world off its axis, as her brother had never once in his life studied.) Teddy even sent you a letter saying that he missed your teasing nature at breakfast and hoped you would visit again. That had James written all over it. 

Today was just another day that Fred wound up studying with you. You appreciated that he didn't talk to you, and instead chose to follow in your footsteps. You also knew that it was a matter of time before he broke. 

"Edwards, I gotta say, I'm impressed at how long you've remained silent. I think it's a new world record." 

You glared at the Gryffindor, looking back down at your notes. Of course, now that you’d begun to appreciate his presence, he opened his mouth.

"No, I'm serious." 

You smiled sarcastically, and he frowned. 

"I'm going to say it because no one else will. You've got to say something. We're concerned." 

We was code for James. 

"And no, I'm not talking about James, although he is concerned. Extremely, might I add. I'm talking about Roxie, Ophelia, Pam, Al, Lily- everyone. You're starting to scare us."

You glanced up, tilting your head. "I've spoken. Just not around you lot." 

His eyes lit up, and he leaned in. "Merlin. I feel like a father witnessing his child's first words-" He shook his head. "I can't say that I understand, because I don't. But, refraining from talking altogether because you're going through a-" He sat back, thinking. "Breakup? I don't know if that's the right word, but you get what I mean." 

You nodded. 

"You don't have to be a chatterbox, but please, speak." 

You nodded once more. "Fine." 

He smiled. "Thanks, Edwards." He looked back down at his book. 

You smiled, clearing your throat. "We're friends, Fred; don't call me by my last name." 

He was now fully grinning. "Terrific." 

Your bed was possibly the last safe place you had in the school. Everywhere you went, you saw reminders of James. Honestly, how many cousins did the man have?

"Y/N? Please come with us. You haven't left your room in weeks." 

You groaned, shaking your head. 

Ophelia crossed her arms. "That wasn't so much a request as a demand. You need fresh air." 

You turned over, glaring at your “supposed” best friend, your stomach in knots at the mere thought of leaving your room. "Technically, all air is fresh because of the-" A pillow hit your face, and you gasped. "Ophelia!"

"Don't name off facts to distract from the real issue. Get dressed. We're leaving in twenty minutes." 

You slammed your face into your pillow. "I curse you, Ophelia Scamander." 

Trudging down the Hogwarts stairs, you forced yourself not to smile at your friend's expressions. Instead, you glared at them. 

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace us with their presence," Roxanne scoffed. "The ogre lives." 

Pamela smacked her friend's arm, widening her eyes. "Rox. Ease up a bit, will you?"

Ophelia laughed. "Relax, Pammy. Y/N’s fine." 

Pamela rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath. You nodded, hooking your arms between Pam and Roxanne. "I'm fine, honestly. Tease me all you want." 

Ophelia laughed, hooking her arm through Roxannes. "You're going to regret saying that, Lyd." 

Unfortunately for you, Ophelia had been right. The fresh air rejuvenated your soul, and a smile lingered on your face. You hadn't been this happy for weeks, and giggling while your friends pointed out hideous clothes for you to wear (jokingly, of course) had lifted your spirits immensely. 

They stopped by the bookstore, but you hadn't found anything you hadn't already read. They'd quickly left, walking to their final destination, The Three Broomsticks.

You were three butterbeers deep, cackling at your friend's antics. Apparently, while you’d been moping, Albus and Jones had gotten into a public screaming match at breakfast. Smythe had had to drag Jones away, as she was basically seething by the end. 

Just as you and Ophelia had gotten up to get another round, James walked in, instantly finding your eyes. Ophelia grabbed your hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "Do you want to leave?"

"No, it's fine." You grabbed the tray from Madam Rosemerta, smiling gratefully. "I'll be fine." 

They sat down, passing out the drinks. Roxanne tilted her head. "You saw James then?" 

You nodded slowly. 

"Are we leaving?" 

You shook your head. "No need."  

Your friends looked highly confused. "Sorry?"

"We have the same friends; it was only a matter of time before I saw him again." 

Roxanne smiled. "That's nice, I suppose." James waved at his cousin, making his way over. "He's coming over."  

"Roxie, I really don't care." 

Pam grimaced. "That's good because he doesn't seem to either." 

Roxanne groaned. "Godric, that boy cannot take a hint." 

You almost laughed at how visibly uncomfortable Fred looked, trailing behind James. Roxanne stared at her twin, and you wondered if twins had telepathic mind powers. The brunette approached the table, his hands in his pockets. "Ladies." 

They all spout hellos.  

You nodded, taking a deep drink of your butterbeer. 

James smiled lightly. "Have any fun today?"

You couldn't bring yourself to look up from the table. 

Pam nodded. "We did, yeah. Went to the bookstore." 

James laughed, and you felt weak in the knees. "Coven Chronicles? All the classics there." You could feel his eyes burning into you, and your cheeks lit up at the thought. 

You took another deep sip of your drink, and James sighed, realizing you wouldn't look at him. "Well, it was nice seeing you." 

You looked up as soon as he turned his back, smiling sheepishly. "See? Not awkward at all." 

Pam snorted, covering her face with her hands. "Sorry- I just-" 

Ophelia shook her head in disappointment but also broke out into laughter. And then Roxanne cracked. "I'm sorry, Lyd. That was just-" 

You nodded. "Uncomfortable?" You snorted. "Rowena, I ruined everything!"

Roxanne held her stomach, bending over in laughter. "I'm never forgetting this!"

Missing out on two weeks of crucial information during one of your last years at Hogwarts made you realize you had to start paying attention in class. Catching up left no time to dwell on your horrible life, which was nice. You were so busy staying at the top of your class you’d almost forgotten how sad you were. 

But when it was late, and your roommates were asleep, you would stare at the ceiling and fantasize about your life. You would be married, a successful auror, maybe even Minister of Magic, and your loving husband-

Then you remembered you had a pop quiz in Potions the following day. 

It'd been a relatively nice day when you were on your way to the library, walking past two girls who seemed to not realize you were actively listening to their loud gossip. 

"Can you believe Angelica is dating Potter? And I thought he and Edwards were—" The other girl nudged her friend, pointing at you. They both widened their eyes and bowed heads, hurrying down the hall. It was unfortunate timing, you’d decided, and tried not to dwell on it. 

Until you wondered if Roxanna and Fred knew, and brought it up while they studied. 

"So Rox..." 

Your friend looked up, smiling. "Yeah?"

"Do you know any Hufflepuffs named Angelica?"

 She squinted, staring at her friend with a newfound interest. "Yes. Why?"

"Just curious." 

Roxanne laughed. "Promise?"

You nodded. "Promise." 

"This wouldn't have anything to do with the rumor that Angelica and James are dating, would it?"

Fred laughed, looking up from his paper. "Well, now you've done it. You've distracted me. What's this about James?"

She leaned over to her brother, whispering in his ear. His eyes lit up with mischief, and he looked at you curiously. You rolled your eyes, glaring at the twins. "Stop talking about me when I'm right here." 

Fred crossed his arms. "Wish it was you?"

The Ravenclaw choked on air, coughing nervously. "What are you on about?"

"Why the sudden interest in James's love life? Miss him following you around like a lovesick puppy dog?"

"No-" 

Roxanne crossed her arms as well. "I don't think we're the people to ask about this." 

"I'm just wondering-" 

Fred shook his head. "I may be your friend, but James is my cousin. And you've hurt him-" 

"You don't even know why we stopped dating Fred." You hadn't even realized it, but you were now on the verge of crying. 

Fred looked downright ghostly. "Did he-" 

"No! No. He was perfect." You groaned, putting your head in your hands. "I broke up with him. I'm not good enough for him. He's Harry Potter's son, for Merlin's sake, and I'm-" 

"Y/N Edwards." Roxanne interrupted. "The smartest in our year, probably at Hogwarts. You're a muggle-born, meaning you have to work twice as hard. You’re a prefect and probably on track to become Minister of Magic. Poor Aunt Hermione." She took her friend's hand in hers. "You're just as important as he is."

You scoffed. "While I appreciate the compliments, try telling that to his fan club." 

Fred rolled his eyes. "You mean to tell me you broke it off with James because of his fan club?"

"They may have been a contributing factor..." 

"You don't have to tell us what happened, but you have to know that James would never leave you for fans he doesn't even know." 

"It's not that. They-" You laughed. "This is ridiculous." 

Roxanne shook her head. "No, it's not." 

"After we'd started talking, I heard his fans say how they think he's dating someone and how they’re probably a slag and not good enough for him. They went on and on about how they hate them already and-" You scoffed, shaking your head. "It's stupid." 

"Did you tell James this?"

"No." You stared at Fred. "And I don't want him to know." 

"Y/N, come on. If he knew about this, he would tell them off in an instant-" 

"Exactly. He doesn't need to do that. I- He should be with someone strong enough to endure people gossiping about them." 

Roxanne sighed. "That wasn't gossiping; that was two people tearing someone they don't even know." 

"Anyhow, we broke it off- well, I broke it off because I can't handle being talked about like that every day, and he wanted to be public. It's not fair to him or me." 

Fred sat in silence while Roxanne tried to come up with solutions. "Maybe we could talk to McGonagall about them and see what she can do."

"I'm not getting two students expelled over gossiping. Hogwarts would be empty if that were the case. It's honestly fine; just let it go." 

"You love him," Fred said, staring at Y/N.

"Excuse me?"

"You love James." 

"What's your point, Fred?"

"You love him, and he loves you, so if you brought this up to him, would you not figure something out?"

"Yes, but-" 

"I know. You already brought this up to him. But you didn't tell him the full story, did you?"

"Technically speaking, no, but you're forgetting one small detail." 

"What's that?"

"He's dating someone else." 

"You need to sort this out, and then once you're back together, you owe all of your friends butterbeer."

Roxie nodded. "Especially us." 

"Right. Especially us." 

"James!" You yelled out, waving at him from across the very public hallway. Students looked in between the two, shrugging before going on with their day. James pointed to himself, and you nodded, walking up to him. "You're the only James here." 

He smiled. "True." 

"Can we talk?" 

"Lead the way." 

The astronomy tower was quiet, and classes were done for the day. You stood at the edge, gathering the courage to tell him the truth.

"Y/N?" Your breath caught, and you turned around, smiling lightly. "As much as I love this view, why exactly are we here?" 

You smiled, walking towards him. "I need to ask you something, and you can't laugh."  

He forced down a smile. "Alright." 

"This is stupid, really..." You huffed. "Are you dating Angelica Stewart?"

He smirked, tilting his head. "Who?"

"Hufflepuff in our year, same height as me, brown hair?" You crossed your arms, annoyed at his face and how calm it looked. "Well?" 

"No idea who that is, love." He walked closer, staring down at you in amusement. "Is this your little ploy to get me alone? I have to tell you, your plan did not need to be this elaborate-" 

"Please focus. You swear you don't know who that is?"

"I swear." 

"On quidditch?" 

He tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling. "On quidditch." 

You had a sneaking feeling that he was not thinking about quidditch. 

"James, I'm being serious." 

"I know." He leaned down, their lips inches apart. "It's very attractive, I must say."  

"Potter!" A smile cracked on your face.

He stood straight again, walking towards the edge. You watched as he looked out over the school. "Why are you asking?" 

"Call it curiosity." 

He shook his head. "Don't lie, love." 

You stood beside him, your hand inches away from his. "I could be slightly jealous." You smirked. "Happy?"

"Immensely." He looked over at you, his voice soft. "Why are you jealous?" 

"You said that I was your standard, that you loved me, and- and then you went and dated someone else. Like I was nothing. It hurt." 

"Y/N..." He was now fully facing you. "You had to have known that it wasn't true. That I wasn't dating her." 

"You're James Potter. I'm pretty sure everyone in this school is in love with you." 

He scoffed. "Everyone except the one person that I’m in love with."

"James..." 

He smiled, leaning down. "Yes?" 

"I'm scared." 

He sighed, looking back out over the railing. "Why?"

"You know why. My own sister hates me. If she doesn't even love me, then what does that say?"

"It says that she's a horrible person, and if I ever have the displeasure of meeting her, she’ll change her mind." 

"James!" You laughed, smacking his arm. 

"I'm serious." He laughed, staring at you. "That can't be the only reason stopping you."  

"How do you know?" 

"Because I know when you're lying." He tilted his head. "What aren't you telling me?" 

"You're only going to be upset." 

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm already upset." He took your hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb. "You can tell me." 

You sighed. "You said you'd protect me from the talk." 

He nodded. "I did." 

"Well..." You smiled sheepishly. "You didn't exactly." 

He looked angry. "What?"  

You laughed. "It was nothing, really-" 

He shook his head. "If it made you feel like you weren't good enough for me, it wasn't nothing." He scoffed. "Which, by the way, is insanity. If anything, I'm not good enough for you." 

"James-" 

"No. We're not starting this again." He took both of your hands in his, a look of desperation on his face. "Please. Just tell me what happened." 

"James... I don't want to open a healed wound." 

"Stop doing that. Merlin, you don't even know how much I love you." Your cheeks were red, but you still looked at him. "Stop running away! I love you. I'll say it until I can't physically form the words: I love you. And I know that you love me, so tell me, and let's figure this out."

"I'm not running away," you whispered, wiping the tears from your eyes. "I'm not strong enough, and I'd only become a hassle."

"Funny. You have this really interesting trick where when you open your mouth, your sister's voice comes out."

"James, I'm being serious."

"So am I." He looked helpless, squeezing your hands. "Tell me what happened."

"I-" You realized right then why you were not sorted into Gryffindor. This was scarier than anything you’d ever experienced. You looked down at your hands, rambling. 

"The morning before we broke up, I heard two girls gossiping at the top of their lungs. Some rumor about you that was going about who you were seeing." You blushed. "And I listened in. They said that they’re probably a slag and not good enough for you and that they hate them already.' It was petty."  

You looked up, your eyebrows furrowing. "James?"

"Who was it?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don’t see how that’s relevant." 

He glared. "Y/N, you are going to tell me who they are, and I am going to-" 

"Give them a serious talking to?" You scoffed. "It's not worth it." 

"They're quite literally the reason that I lost you. It is completely worth it."  

"Jamie..." You pulled your hands out of his hold, putting them on his cheeks. "You are such a protector; it's your most admirable trait..." His cheeks turned red. "But sometimes it's braver to do nothing." 

He shook his head. "Not when it hurt you." 

"James, I'm telling you, I don't want you to do anything." You leaned forward, kissing his cheek. "You being here with me is enough." 

His arms wrapped around your waist, and you gasped, looking down accusingly. "James Potter, what are you-" 

"I want to kiss you." His eyes looked dark, the brown, golden color of his irises barely visible. "I want to kiss you until my lungs give out." 

"James!" You giggled. "We can't."

"And why not?" He didn't find this amusing in the slightest. 

"For one, we're in public." 

He groaned, leaning his head back. You tried not to jump up right then and kiss the living daylights out of him. "When are you going to let me kiss you again?" 

You tapped her chin, thinking. "How about tomorrow?"

He held his head upright, nodding. "I can do that." 

You pulled yourself out of his arms, knowing that if you stayed any longer, you’d give into his charms. "I'll see you tomorrow."  

He grinned. "Tomorrow." 

Sleep hadn't come easy to you that night, but when you did finally close your eyes, you were caught in a deep deep slumber. Ophelia laughed at your rather uncomfortable-looking position. Your legs were off the sides, mouth wide open, snoring extremely loudly. 

Ophelia sighed, clearing her throat. You groaned, rubbing your eyes. 

"What time is it?" 

Ophelia laughed. "Breakfast." 

Your eyes shot wide open. "I'll be right down." 

Ophelia squinted her eyes, thrown off by her friend's enthusiasm. "Alright then. I'll see you in a bit." 

You jumped out of bed, putting on the cutest outfit you could conjure. Fixing your hair haphazardly, you flew down the steps, waving at onlookers. The doors of the Great Hall burst open, and you walked in, James's eyes meeting yours instantly. You practically ran past your table, straight towards his arms. 

He stood up, a boyish grin on his face.

You threw your arms around his neck, kissing him soundly. James let out an audible squeak before grabbing your waist quickly, his heart skipping a beat. The hall fell into whispers and gasps, all staring at the couple. They broke apart, resting their foreheads against each other. 

"I love you too, James." 

He laughed at your face, which looked positively crazed. "You actually meant tomorrow." 

You nodded. "I'm done being scared." You kissed the side of his mouth. "I mean it." 

He spun you around, kissing you once more. "Thank Godric." 

"Are you two done?" They looked over, laughing at Fred's expression. "You've positively ruined my appetite." 

You stuck your tongue out at the Weasley. "This was all your doing, Fred." 

James looked surprised. "Thanks, mate." 

Fred laughed. "I regret it now." 

Roxanne rolled her eyes. "Shut it." She smiled at the couple. "Congrats, really. It's about time. I was tired of all the moping." 

You glared at your friend. "Thanks for that." Looking back at James, you sighed. "I have to go-" 

He shook his head. "You're sitting here." 

"James..." 

"I'm putting my foot down, Edwards."

"Well," You laughed. "If you insist." 

Fred glanced in between the two. "Don't forget Y/N. You still owe us all butterbeer."

"You were being serious?" 

"No." He shook his head. "I was being Fred." 

Roxanne groaned, shaking her head. "Horrible joke, Freddie." 

James shrugged. "I was planning on going to Hogsmeade anyway." He looked over at Ophelia and Pamela, who were obviously trying to listen to their conversation. "Oi!" He yelled at the two. "Hogsmeade?" 

They nodded eagerly. 

The bookstore was never busy, but today, with their friends in tow, the owner looked like she would combust. You had almost felt bad; there probably hadn't been more than two students in here at a time. James held your hand, dragging you down the aisles. "What do you want?" 

"James, really, I've already read most of these books." 

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you have." He kept walking. "Any other books that your sister is holding hostage?" 

"The Great Gatsby." You perked up. "Although, I don't think it'd be in here. F Scott Fitzgerald wasn't a squib or a wizard." 

James hadn't been listening, walking up to the shop owner with determination on his face. "Excuse me, miss. The love of my life would like to find The Great Gazby-" 

You interjected. "The Great Gatsby." 

He nodded. "That one. Any chance you have it in stock?" 

The older witch looked positively fed up with James already. "Let me look in the back." 

"Perfect." He smiled. "Thank you." 

You laughed. "She's never letting you back in here." 

"Why not?" He looked clueless. "She loves me." 

"Oh, James." You put a hand on his cheek, laughing. "Clueless, clueless James." 

He kissed your hand, scoffing. "You have absolutely no faith in me." 

"Not true. I have so much faith in you. It's just-" The witch walked back through the door, and you whispered. "I'm typically right in these scenarios." 

The older woman huffed. "I have one copy."

James grinned, looking down at you with a look that screamed, 'I told you so.' "We'll take it." 

"Very well." She walked over to the register. "That'll be one galleon." 

James handed over the money, taking the book. "Thank you very much." 

She nodded, obviously wanting to be rid of him. "Have a good day." 

You pulled him out of the shop before the witch combusted. 

Fred hooked his arm around James's shoulders, obviously drunk. "Jamie, Jamie. You got a good one." 

He laughed at his cousin. "Thank you, Freddie." 

"I mean it." 

"I know Freddie." 

You giggled at the two, leaning your head on Roxanne's shoulder. "They're hilarious." 

"Don't let them hear that." Roxanne scoffed. "They already think they're Merlin's gift to this earth." 

You turned around, taking a quick look at Ophelia and Pam, who were trailing behind the entire group. "Any idea what's going on there?" 

Roxanne shrugged. "Not entirely, but something definitely happened this summer." 

You nodded. "No doubt about it." 

In your opinion, the light dusting of snow on the ground was the perfect amount. It wasn't enough to soak through your shoes and make your feet cold, but it was enough to make it feel like winter. It crunched when you walked, and most importantly, it was peaceful. 

"Love!" You looked up, smiling at James. 

"Yes, my darling?" 

Roxanne groaned. 

James left his cousin, and Roxanne walked up to her brother. He hooked an arm around your waist, halting your steps. "I love you." 

You grinned, nuzzling your face into his chest for warmth. "You're making me blush." 

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" He laughed. "People will think you like me." 

"Let them think what they want." You looked up. "I do like you." 

He nodded, blush forming on his cheeks as well. "I know, love." 

"I like you so much that I'm going to give you a headstart." 

He tilted his head. "For?"

"Snowball fight, Potter." You grinned. "You and me. No magic." 

"You're going to lose." He smirked, kissing the tip of your nose. "You sure?" 

"Oh, I'm sure." You laughed. "You're going down, Potter." 

You broke away from his hold, giggling. "No mercy." Kneeling, you formed a snowball as quickly as you could before throwing it at James's face. He gasped, the snow melting from the warmth of his skin.

"You're going to regret that love."

You ran forward, using Pamela as a shield. "What are you doing Y/N-" A snowball collided with the back of her head, and she laughed. "Oh, it's on Potter!" 

James winced. "That wasn't meant for you!" 

"Too late!" Pamela was already forming a snowball. Fred ran to his cousin's side. 

"Don't worry, Jamie, I'll help you." He glared playfully at Y/N. "Someone obviously doesn't love you enough to protect you." 

You laughed, throwing a snowball at the Gryffindor. "Don't put words in my mouth, Fred Weasley!" 

Ophelia giggled. "I think I'll sit this out." 

Roxanne handed a snowball to you. "Let's do this." 

James groaned. "That's not fair. Roxie's a great shot." 

Fred gasped, looking over at his cousin like he'd been betrayed. "Jamie?" 

"You know what I meant, Freddie." 

Fred shook his head. "I don't think I do." He began to walk over to the girls, and James yelled. "Fred, come on!" 

You laughed, crossing your arms. "Looks like you're on the losing side, Potter. Want to give up?" 

He shook his head. "Never." 

Your breath could be seen thanks to the cold. Shivering, you glared at your boyfriend. "Fantastic idea James. Now I'm freezing." 

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, so now that you're cold, it's my idea?" You nodded, and he laughed. "Fine. You do know we have spells that fix that?" 

You nodded once more. "I know."

He put his arm around your shoulders, and you sighed, instantly warming. "How clever." 

"Thank you." You smirked. They clambered into the castle, sighing in relief from the warmth. You two, however, walked further down the hall, away from your friends. 

"Oi!" They turned around, and Fred crossed his arms. "Where are you both going?" 

You raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know." 

He rolled his eyes. "Obviously, that's why I'm asking." 

"I'll be up in a bit, Fred." James waved his cousin off. "You'll be fine." Taking James's hand in yours, you practically pulled him towards the kitchens. 

"How do you know how to get in here?" 

You smiled. "I figured it out myself, thank you very much." Reaching your hand out, you lightly tickled the pear on the painting. The wall folded in on itself, and they walked through. "I always come down here when I-" You stopped. "Jones?"

A figure sat in the chair and froze. A blonde girl stood up, wiping tears from her cheeks. "Edwards, happy holidays." 

James tilted his head. "How do you two know each other?" 

"Edmund Nott introduced us." You stepped forward, concern etched on your face. "Are you alright, Juliet?" 

The Slytherin nodded. "I'm fine." 

You crossed your arms. "Just crying for fun, I suppose?" 

'Jones' nodded. "I'll leave. Sorry for the intrusion." 

"Jones..." 

The younger girl walked quickly past James and out of the kitchen. He looked back at you, the same worried look on your face as before. "What year is she?" 

"Same as Albus." 

"Ah." James laughed, sitting down in the large leather seats. "That's the infamous Jones." 

You nodded. "The very same." 

"Albus talks about how aggravating she is all the time," he murmured. "I'm getting aggravated with him, to be honest." 

You smiled. "I'm sure it's very annoying hearing your brother constantly talk about someone." 

He scoffed. "Are you talking about me?" 

You nodded, smirking. "Now, cocoa or cider?" 

James laughed. "Cocoa, please." 

You approached the kitchen counter, conjuring them both up a steaming mug. You sat them down on the end table, staring at the fire. "I'm sorry, James." 

He raised his eyebrows. "What reason would you have to be sorry?" 

You looked over at him, her eyes glassy. "I'm the reason we weren't together this entire time." 

He shook his head, grabbing your hands in his. "You need to stop dwelling on the past. We're together now, yeah? That's all that matters." 

"But-" 

"Edwards, if you don't stop, I will kiss you." 

You laughed. "Oh no. Please don't!"

He nodded. "That's what I thought." He looked back at the fire. "Don't worry; next time you get spooked, I'm not letting you go." 

"Good." You smiled, kissing the back of his hand. "I'm holding you to it."

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Hello my love!(sorry if thats kind of creepy its judt my nickname for everyone)

Idk if you still do hp but can i get james potter staring at reader in class and she confronts him abt it and maybe smut or spice????

Ravenclaw!reader (fem!reader)

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a/n: Hello there, darlin! I'm so sorry I'm just getting back to you a month later. My writers block has been vicious and I didn't want to give you something half-assed. I hope I did your ask justice :)

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James Potter x fem!reader (Ravenclaw)

warning(s): not proof read, fluff, reader is called little bird and birdie, light cussing, smut, public?, fingering

word count: 3.04k

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The cauldron erupts bubbles in front of me, waiting for the final ingredient for today’s brew. There’s a gag stuck in my throat as I pick up the little vial filled with troll bogeys. I turn my head to avoid the slimy liquid drip out of the bottle. I unfortunately turn my head and make eye contact with James. His stare is unwavering and it’s almost as disgusting as the bogeys. His full pink lips are turned up into a smile and his big doe eyes are staring right into mine. I raise a quizzical brow before turning back to my cauldron. With five counter-clockwise turns, and a gold shimmer emerging from the pot, my invisibility potion is finished. I fill up the empty vial in my left hand and the ladle with the other to spoon in the clear liquid. 

With the cork pushed in, I turn around and walk towards Slughorn’s desk. I can tell he’s recruiting for the Slug Club by the thankful look on Gwenog Jones’ face for a reprieve when she sees me walking in their direction. 

“Excuse me, professor?” I tap his shoulder before I speak. Gwenog makes a swift, but discreet exit when he excuses himself to talk to me.

“Finished already?” He asks me with a smile. 

“Of course.” I respond, with a proud, but humble expression. 

“10 points to Ravenclaw for being the first to finish.” There’s a giddiness that bubbles through my body at the praise. 

My eyes catch James’s again when I turn around to return to my station. He’s such a weirdo. Every time we’re in proximity his eyes are on me. Before my mind even registers it, I’m walking over to his station with an unwavering determination in each step. His eyes widen, but he quickly recovers. The shocked look on his face turns into a smug one in half a second.  

“James, why must you insist on staring at me during class? It’s bad enough you do it in the halls, at Honeydukes, Slug Club parties, in the middle of a quidditch match. I can’t even escape your stares at common room parties. What do you want?” The irritation in my voice is not suppressed by my volume, low as not to disturb the others around us still working on their invisibility potions. 

“Little bird-” He starts.

“I told you not to call me that.” Yet it still makes my heart palpitate, if only for a short while.

“Little bird,” I roll my eyes. “it is not a crime to stare. I just happen to be admiring one of the many beautiful wonders in Hogwarts.” 

“Dream on, Potter. Weren’t you just flirting with one of your precious fellow Gryffindors in Muggle Studies not even an hour ago?” I walk away from him and back to my station to clean up. I sadly hear his footsteps not too far behind me.

“Someone sounds jealous.” He accuses in a calmish tone. 

The bad part is I think he’s right. The worst part is, I know he’s right. He’s annoying, an ass, an extremely corny flirt, yet I don’t entirely hate when he’s around. He tells decent jokes and I enjoy the pranks he and his friends pull on Filch. It almost feels wrong to like him. I’d hate to be that type of girl that easily falls for a guy just because of a smile and the slightest bit of attention. 

“Someone sounds delusional.” I refute. 

“Class is dismissed! Don’t forget to clean up your stations and return Friday with Leech Juice, Shrivelfig Fruit, and Stench of the Dead for Thunderbrew. Oh, and Miss Jones, please see me after class.” Poor Gwenog could only escape the Slug Club talk for so long. 

“I’ll be right back.” James informs me with haste. 

His feet match the speed in which he spoke. He’s gone back to his cauldron before I get the chance to fully turn around. After putting my book and potion in my bag and casting the cleaning charm on the cauldron, I send it back to my room and turn to the door. I’m about two steps into the hall when I feel his presence right behind me yet again.

“James, this is borderline stalking. Don’t you have something to go blow up with your friends?” 

He walks ahead and opens one of the double doors, letting me through without having to switch my books under one arm. I debate taking the floo flames near the arched opening at the end of the hall to get to my common room quicker, but there’s this feeling inside of me, a yearning, that wants to just keep walking. 

“It’s only stalking if it’s unwanted.” He grabs my books and continues to walk next to me, forcing everyone else who was walking from the central hall. It’s not the narrowest hallway, but him and his strut insist on walking smack dab in the middle of the hall. 

“I doubt that’s correct.” 

We make a right and ascend the stairs to the heart of the castle. Only a few students litter around the found and near the staircases, indicating that some of us actually decided to go to class today or are in Hogsmeade to await detention when they are inevitably caught. Ferdinand spies on the students in The Three Broomsticks and runs (as far as a portrait can run any way) to the nearest professor to tell on us. I swear he’s worse than Peeves. I’m surprised no one has stolen his frame and placed him in Hog’s Head or burned him. 

“Besides, who said your attention was wanted?” My tone holds a slight hint of teasing as I make another and continue to walk up 2 more sets of stairs. 

“Possibly the fact that you haven’t used depulso on me yet.” I smile to myself, glad that he’s able to work with my wit.

“I wouldn’t be so harsh. You’re only a minor nuisance.” 

I make the mistake of looking over to him and I am instantly hit with the curiosity of how he is still single. He’s the ideal boyfriend height, popular, funny, and caring. Some of his pranks are annoying, but they’re never with malice intent. I do slightly agree that this school needs to light up a little. And his hair, I mean, the most perfect set of loose curls you’ve ever seen. His round glasses enhance his attractiveness rather than a dork like I did my first few years here. Not to mention he smells amazing. Like coffee and eucalyptus with a hint of tobacco from the ciggies that he smokes.

“So you’re saying I have a chance of taking you out?” I pause my steps at the landing between the steps behind us and the next on my left. 

“Now when did I say that?”

“You didn’t not say it.” I blink up at him once and again a few seconds later. Only him. My head leans down as I chuckle. 

“Fine, one date. You have one date to impress me. This Friday after Magical Theory. Meet me at the boat house.” 

I don’t miss his subtle fist pump to himself as I take my books from his right arm and walk up to the floo flames. 

“Wait! Why the boat house?” He asks after I’ve told the floo to take me to the common room. I shrug.

“I’ve always wanted to go on a picnic date.” With a wave, I step in and let the flames take me where I directed. 

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I caress the corduroy material of my skirt while gently swishing my feet in the water at the bottom of the wooden ramp. The sound of the tiny waves the water makes due to the slight breeze that’s running through. The sound of nearby trees accompany the water, tempting me to doze off until James gets here. 

“I made sure to get one of everything from the kitchens.” I turn my head to see James holding a basket and a goofy smile on his face. It's small and sincere, yet still goofy.

“You’re abusing the elves. Pitts should put you to work considering how much you’re down there.” I return the smile before drying off my feet and putting my shoes back on and walking to him. 

“He only makes you work if you’re there for detention.” Smug.

“Speaking from experience?” 

I gently take his hand in mine and walk around to the outside where the extra boats are stored. We sit down, swinging our feet over the edge of the ground. The water isn’t high enough here to wet our shoes and we have a perfect view of the castle. That’s why I chose this spot. One would think that you’d be sick of looking at the place that you’re stuck at for almost 9 months out of the year, but I still find the beauty in it years later. I’ll miss this place dearly when it’s time to graduate. 

“No. Maybe. Okay, fine. Yes, but only because I made that tiny puddle in the trophy room.”

“Ha, tiny puddle my ass! You flooded the whole room plus the hallways that surrounds it. I’ve never seen Filch that pissed off before. I was sure he was about to explode and tap into the power he was never given.” It’s hard for us to do much besides laugh as we recall the memory.

After a few “okay”’s and “okay seriously”’s, we open up the basket and take out the spread. More stories are told between the both of us as we let the world go on around us. I find out about his long lineage of Gryffindors and I tell him of my lineage of Ravenclaws. We grew up similar, with my family being a little more strict. Time seemingly flies by and it saddens me in an unfamiliar manner. A feeling I can’t place. I miss him? How can you miss someone who is still in your presence?

“Hey, where’d you go?” His serious tone startles me out of my thoughts. I look over to him and give him a lopsided smile.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I believe I have feelings for you, James Potter.” A sarcastic chuckle flows from my lips before I can stop it. “In one afternoon, you have somehow forced me to admit the impossible. Well, not the impossible. Not that it’s impossible for anyone to like you! I just didn’t think that I wou-” 

He encloses my cheek in this palm of his hand and gently brings our faces together until our lips touch. I don’t resist and let my lashes kiss the apples of my cheeks as I sink into the kiss. It’s not a particularly long kiss. Short enough to have me silently praying to Merlin that it could have gone on longer. I chase his lips when he pulls away and my eyes flutter open. 

“Why’d you stop?” I ask in a whisper.

“I want to show you something.” I look at him bewildered. He fails to notice as he rushes to pack everything up and help me up.

“Now?”

“Now.”

We’re back in the boat house and in front of the floo flames. I’m still trying to process how his lips felt on mine, smooth and pillowy soft. No rush and definitely better than the last person I kissed. I can’t believe he stopped. Didn’t even give me enough time to savor it. I don't realize that he had the flames take us to the greenhouses until I look up and see the giant wisteria tree that sits in the middle of the entrance. I give him a deadpanned, and slightly irritated look when I realize where we are. 

“You stopped kissing me so we could come to the greenhouse? I love plants, but I preferred the other thing we were doing.”

“Hush.” He kisses me on the cheek and leads me down the curved steps closest to us and down the path to the greenhouse tree. It’s deeply rooted into the castle, so it sits in a small pool of water. What I never noticed is the stairway on the side that leads below ground. 

We walk, a little faster than I intend, down the spiral stairs and passed an archway that reveals to be some sort of storage place, but also displays the trunk of the tree through glass windows.

“Godric, how did you stumble upon this place? It’s gorgeous! Wait, why are we here?” I touch the glass lightly in wonder that such a place has existed all this time and I never knew about it. 

“Well, little bird, I figured that it was time for you to give your wings a rest. Here, come lie down with me.” I turn to find a set up of blankets and pillows and him nonchalantly sitting there as if this array of cushions has been here this whole time.

I follow his directions and sit down next to him. My head finds a home on his shoulder and I watch the water bubbles float to the top. Now that I have calmed down, I’m glad he took me here. It's quite gorgeous. Right as I get comfortable, he shifts up and moves behind me. With one leg on either side of me, he pulls me closer to his chest. 

“You okay there, Mr. Potter?” I put my arms on the outside of his bent legs, letting my hands rest on his knees. 

“Perfect.” The tips of his fingers lightly trace up and down my arm. My eyes close on instinct. I lean back into him and let my body focus on the one sensation, sighing as I do so. 

“Is there a reason you were so reluctant to go out with me?”

My heart takes a hit at his question. A question I’m not sure how to answer without saying bitter or pathetic. A question that I don’t know the true answer to. 

“I mean, you’re James Potter. One of, if not the most popular guy in school. You run around with your friends pranking anyone and everyone. No offense, but why would I take you seriously about wanting to go out with me? We’re on different calibers and just by recalling what you told me about your family, you guys don’t venture outside of your houses when it comes to the romance department.”

He’s quiet, and it makes me nervous. Did I deeply offend him? Is there going to be another date after this? Did I completely fuck everything up? His hum interrupts my internal spiraling.

“Well, you got me there. Everything you said is true,” His hand begins to trace the top of my thigh, inching closer to the inside. I subtly, but slowly open them up. I don’t know why, but I assume my body does. “However, that has nothing to do with you and my feelings towards you.”

He traces the apex of my thigh. Starting at my knee, down to the crease that joins my thigh and hip, and back up. 

“We’re both equally popular, so I’m not sure that was a mark against me.” I open my mouth to rebuttal, but he beats me to it, “You may not know it, but you, my dear, are very popular.”

My skirt has now become a mini with the opening of my thighs pushing it up. The tip of his middle finger skirts the hem of my underwear. It’s such a simple touch, not even touching anything truly intimate, yet I gasp in pleasure at it. 

“James,” I lightly huff.

He ignores what sounds as a plea and proceeds to gently push down on my clit. “As for the other things, I heard that girls like funny guys. It seems you do since I’ve caught you laughing a time or two whenever I set off fireworks in the Great Hall or throw a dungbomb in Charms.” The circles he draws causes my back to arch and push myself more into his hand. 

“As for my family, I happen to not be like them. I prefer to venture out and experience more.” He finally slips his hand inside of my underwear and makes contact with my clit bare. His finger slides in between my inner lips and collects the already formed arousal, then he brings it back up to continue circling my clit.

“J-James,” The air thickens in my throat. I gather any air I can, but the sensation from him touching me makes that more important than breathing. 

With my hand on his, I direct him further down to my entrance and ease his middle and ring fingers inside of me. The thrusts are slow, but deep. Each whimper that escapes my lips becomes prominent after the last. I have to fight the urge for my thighs to close around his hand. The palm of his hand rubs perfectly against my clit when his fingers switch from pumping pressing up against the squishy part inside of me that causes a pornographic moan to fill the room. 

“Such a good girl, birdie. Come on, cum for me.” His fingers return to my clit, with a little bit more pressure, completely undoing me. 

My thighs entrap his hand and I hold on to his arm. His coos and praise help ground me after a few minutes. I’m eventually able to relax my thighs and let go of his arm. He whispers a “good job” in my ear before softly pecking my cheek. When my clit stops throbbing, he pulls his hand out of my underwear, revealing my cum completely blanketed over his fingers and thinner layers scattered on his palm. 

“Is my attention still unwanted?” I can feel the smirk from a mile away. I turn around and softly connect our lips before responding.

“Yes.” I tease. Our lips are a mere centimeter apart, letting mine brush against his as I speak.

“You make the prettiest moans, you know that?” My eyes widen and I turn my head to the side to avoid eye contact, closing mine in embarrassment at his words.

“Hey,” with a gentle hand he makes me face him again, “can I hear some more?”

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