#Storm comfort neville longbottom

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The Sweater

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warnings: None

Request: @converseonverse

Story:

Can i request a George/Fred Weasley× fem!Reader with the prompt 51, like Reader wearing his hodie (only Is hodie) and She think Is cute but he think Is hot? Something like this. Love you<3!

Your house: Gryffindor

A/N: I made only a small change to this, I’m using a sweater instead of a hoodie in this story, but I hope you still like it!

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George Weasley’s sweater, there it was in plain sight and neither of could clearly recall on find it last night as your boyfriend was frantically looking for it.

Although you tried to help him find it, you unsuccessful until the morning after you wake up and saw that the sweater had laid underneath the foot of your bed invisible to the naked eye. George had already left for breakfast so you saw this as an opportunity to try something a little new, and that was to wear your boyfriend’s sweater. It was one of his homemade Christmas sweaters from his mother and because of your small figure and frame, the sweater nearly swallowed you from neck to to, making it look like a dress.

Of course you had your Hogwarts uniform on underneath, you just wanted to see George’s reaction for when he sees what you have on. How did the sweater come to pass in the girls dorm you might ask? It was a secret you couldn’t tell to anyone but yourself, just last night a thunderstorm had begun and storms have scared you for as long as you can remember. George knows of this and when he was totally sure that everyone were actually asleep, he sneaked in the girls dorm to check on you while being there to comfort you. The first thing George did after climbing in bed with you was that he gently pulled the sweater over your head and continued to wrap it around you, which made you feel smaller but safer.

As you were now wearing George’s warm swearer, you begin to make your own way to join him for breakfast. When you had made it over, you take your usual spot at the table next to George and waited to see how long it would take him to notice. Though it didn’t take long, he just wasn’t the first to notice what you had on, Hermoine Granger was the first to comment on it, having you catching George’s eye without your effort at that point.

“You look cozy, is that sweater new?”

As George turns to see, you couldn’t help but blush and look away shyly.

“Like what you see Georgie? Fred teases.

“You won’t understand until you have the right girl in your life.”

“How do you mean?” You ask, now looking into each other’s eyes.

“Well, for starters, you’re never hard for me to find, and second, every time I see you, no matter what you are wearing, makeup or no makeup, I ask myself is this real? You’re actually what I can call mine?”

“And…?” You urge George.

“When I see you, I feel like I’m in Heaven. I mus it be in Heaven right now as I’m sitting next to you.”

“Aw, your so sweet. You’re my Heaven and happiness.”

That being said, you both slowly lean in as your lips finally meet.

Of course, making everyone feeling grossed out at the table and receiving comments. Ron and Malfoy’s comments were actually the most humorous ones.

“Get a room, you guys.” Ron demands.

“Hey Weasley, do you know where I can get myself one of those?”

Malfoy is known to be kind of a prick, but whether he was serious or not, that comment was funny as hell. He had nearly the whole Great Hall laughing.Today was going to be a good one.

You could feel it. You predicted it. But most importantly, you were right about it. A day you and George together would never forget.George was very proud to have you by his side no matter what.

For better or worse.

Forever and always.

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Requests: Open

Characters:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Oliver Wood

Neville Longbottom

Cedric Diggory

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

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Week In, Week Out

Chapters: 3/19

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Cho Chang & Original Character(s), Neville Longbottom & Original Character(s), Adrian Pucey & Original Character(s), Cho Chang & Neville Longbottom & Adrian Pucey & Original Character(s), Harry Potter & Original Character(s) (complicated)

Characters: Original Characters, Cho Chang, Adrian Pucey, Neville Longbottom, Pomona Sprout, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Cassius Warrington, Graham Montague

Additional Tags: Lunch, Harry Potter Has a Twin, Harry Potter is Bad at Feelings, Friendship, Hogwarts Inter-House Friendships, This author does NOT support JK Rowling's views on Trans People, Minor Character(s), Hurt/Comfort, Attempt at Humor, Autism, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Pop Culture, Not Canon Compliant, Sibling Rivalry, Hogwarts, Hufflepuff, Harry Potter Has a Sibling

Summary:

Professor Sprout had never expected that her plan for a Tuesday Lunch club for lonely students of all houses would be accepted, but finally with the arrival of Adelaide Potter, sister of The Harry Potter and unpopular loner, perhaps it had a chance. With an odd assortment of students, and a plan for each of them to talk about a subject every week, surely they would get to know each other in no time.

Extract:

The next week, everyone showed up again, and seemed slightly less reluctant to be there. Professor Sprout considered this to be a success, but things were only superficial so far. She wanted them to build lasting connections.

She decided that this week was all about building on the previous one, and ended up asking the house elves for sandwiches made from cheeses other than cheddar. She also decided that as it was only January, it was exactly the right season for soup, so acquisitioned several different types. The lentil soup was fairly bland yet hearty, and the pepper soup was spicy and had an abundance of flavour. This spread, she hoped, would give all her charges something they wanted to eat while also being different from the usual fare from the Great Hall. Soup had been banned in 1976 after an irate Severus Snape had emptied a bowl of parsnip soup over James Potter's head, glared at Sirius Black and then stormed out of the room. She did not know what that had been about, but had missed soup ever since. She had once attempted to get soup reinstated in 1979 claiming that everyone deserved soup and that it would be a comfort to the students during the war. The Headmaster had claimed that it was a question of hygiene and she had proposed him tucking his beard behind his ears. Strangely, this solution had not been popular.

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1, 10, 14, 22 ❣️

omg hi! thanks for sending this <3

1 - who is/are your comfort character(s)? steve harrington & mike wheeler from stranger things absolutely top the list despite never knowing a moment of comfort their entire lives. idk if she's necessarily a comfort character but i'm including nancy too since i would defend her to the death. for non-st stuff, samwise gamgee from lord of the rings & fox mulder from the x-files... and as much as i hate jk rowling, neville longbottom from hp will always have a place in my heart.

10 - would you slaughter the rich? i think it depends on the level of wealth we're talking about? like chris evans is rich, but i would absolutely never harm a hair on his perfect head. jeff bezos or elon musk on the other hand... just tell me when & where.

14 - do you love the smell of earth after it rains? absolutely, yes. my favorite time to go hiking (after i got waterproof boots) was after a storm because i love how the forest smells. the best part of spring is having the windows open during & immediately after rainstorms.

22 - what type of person are you? an adhd disaster gay that's totally ruled by hyperfixations tbh. but like i also try to be a good person? like i do my best to treat people kindly, help classmates & coworkers who need it, brake for squirrels and all of that. i don't know if i'm always super successful, but i guess it's better than not trying at all?

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Expecto Patronum (Neville Longbottom x Reader)

Character: Neville Longbottom

Fandom: Harry Potter

Tags: Emotional hurt / comfort, fluff, hand holding, cuddling

Warnings: Slight angst

Word Count: 1,7k words

Summary: With everything that is happening due to the return of Voldemort, a scary storm is the last straw for Y/N. Luckily, Neville is there to comfort them and make them forget all their fears.

A/N: This is my entry for Olive’s (@lxncelot​) writing challenge with the dialogue prompt 10 “We should probably say goodnight” and scenarios 1 + 2 (*Playing with the other’s hand* & *Falling asleep on the other’s shoulder*).

AO3: Link

Reblogs and comments are appreciated!! // Masterlist

Neville Longbottom x Gender Neutral Reader

You were so tired that your eyes stung, but even then you didn’t close them. The distant sound of thunder startled you, causing you to shrink under the thick blanket that didn’t manage to ease your shaking.

“Y/N…” A hoarse voice suddenly called you. Terrified, you held your breath and listened, hoping you had imagined it. However, the voice called again. “Y/N”

To accompany the voice, a hand had heavily fallen on your shoulder. Throwing the blanket off you with a violent jump, you turned to see Neville stand there behind the couch you were sitting in.

“Neville…” You sighed, clutching your chest as your heart recovered. “You scared me…”

“Sorry!” He apologized, sobering up even though he was rubbing his half-lidded eyes. “Are you alright?”

“I can’t sleep...” Was your response as you wrapped the blanket over yourself and faced the fire again.

“The storm?” Neville asked, sitting next to you. “It woke me up and now I can’t fall back asleep”

You absently nodded your head, although your eyes were fixed on the crackling flames without actually watching them.

“It isn’t the storm, is it?” His once hoarse voice, prey of the remnants of sleep, now became soft as you were used to hear it.

“No” You admitted in a hushed whisper. “Not just that”

Just in cue, another thunder startled you again and you jumped in the seat. Neville’s eyes were focused on you, but you refused to meet his gaze.

“I’m scared too…” He admitted, and with the corner of your eye you caught how he hesitantly lifted a hand up. In the end, and after several more seconds of doubt, he finally pressed it against your arm. “Now that he’s back”

Neville didn’t need to specify a name, or even a euphemism of that feared name. In any case, you shuddered just at the thought of him. You felt Neville stare at you worriedly.

“Are you cold?” He lifted his arm, hovering over you, but hesitated and put it back down.

“No” You replied, instead throwing yourself closer to him and wondering in his warmth.

“Y/N…” Neville muttered, surprised but happy. Lifting his arm again after several seconds of shocked stillness, he allowed you to press yourself against his side. The wool of his sweater was soft, just like his embrace. “You’re shaking…”

You didn’t say anything, only shielding yourself in the comfort of his closeness. Nuzzling his chest, you closed your eyes and pretended like he was the only thing that existed at the moment. His warmth enveloped you, and for a moment it was enough. Only for a moment.

Another thunder broke out, startling you and causing you to yelp and jump in the seat again. Neville twitched a little himself, but he kindly tightened his arm over you and even put his other arm around you too.

An awfully loud silence settled in the Common Room. The harsh pitter-patter of the rain against the windows resonated around you. The crackling of the fire seemed to battle with the storm, failing in its attempt to reassure you that it was stronger than the threat outside.

“Hang on…” Neville pulled out his wand, holding it in the air for a moment.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, looking up to meet with his eyes. They were closed in concentration. He didn’t respond either.

Watching in expectation, you waited to see what he was trying to do. Then, after several more seconds, a spur of light came out from the end of his wand. You observed it, trying to make out its form. A sort of non-corporeal shape made out of pure white smoke floated in the air.

“Is that… a patronus?” You finally said, understanding his intentions.

“I can never get it to take a form” Neville replied, sadly eyeing the patronus.

“I-I told you I’m not cold” You gently reminded him, patting his chest. “And I don’t think there are dementors around”

“I know” He shrugged a little, suddenly blushing and doing his best not to look you in the eye. “I just… thought it could make you feel better… it could protect you”

Against all odds, you smiled. The thought filled you with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire burning in the hearth. It was a wave of affection that made you want to snuggle closer against him and hold him tight.

“Here, let me show you” Your hands were still shaking a bit as you pulled out your wand. “Expecto... patronum”

Your wand produced a thin wisp of silver that floated in the air, not quite taking form either. Closing your eyes, you focused on the charm. You were having trouble with it just like Neville, despite having accomplished it during the DA meetings.

The theory was easy, you just think of a happy memory and say the spell, which should be enough to conjure a patronus. Putting it on practice, though, wasn’t as easy, especially not when your heart was full of uncertainty and anguish.

“Think of a happy memory” Neville reminded you, trying to help you. “Focus on it”

At that moment, it was hard to think of something happy. That uneasy emptiness that filled your chest, the one you usually linked with dementors, was very present at the moment.  It was cold, heavy and overwhelming.

Another thunder broke out in the sky, this one sounding slightly more distant than the others. This time you only reacted a little bit, but your eyes remained closed in concentration.

“Relax” Neville reassured you, further pressing you against his side. “Breathe”

You took a deep breath, only then realizing you were holding it. That helped a little, and a happy memory was suddenly emerging in your mind. A calm smile appeared on your lips. It gave you strength, and you felt your wand feel sturdier against your fingers.

You opened your eyes, watching the silver mist that floated in the air before you. Very slowly, it began to take form. Neville gasped in awe, and when you looked at him you saw how the light of your patronus illuminated his features. His eyes seemed to hold that pure light inside them with the reflection.

“It’s… beautiful” Neville smiled as your patronus floated before the fire.

It was a small puppy, acting very timid and insecure but gathering enough courage to move around. Soon it became confident enough to walk, spry and lively, as you moved your wand. The sight made you smile, a fleeting glee reflected in Neville’s expression when he chuckled in awe.

Your gazes met, but he frowned and averted his eyes. Feeling insecure, Neville stared at his wand and apathetically tried again. The formless wisp of silver magic floated still, twisting and turning as it fought to take a shape. It couldn’t.

“Relax” You whispered with a small smile, seeing that Neville’s brow was furrowed in strain. “Breathe”

“Okay…” He sighed, easing his shoulders and turning his exertion into a calm focus.

“Lift your hand a bit” You wrapped yours around it, moving his hand up to demonstrate.

Feeling his skin under your fingers brought you warmth, one that you thought he reveled in as well. The corner of Neville’s lips twitched in a bashful and restrained smile. Before you could make a fond comment about it, whoever, something distracted you.

“Neville!” You gasped, staring at the fluid wisp of magic coming out of his wand.

“I did it…” He uttered in awe, watching how the smoke-like ethereal substance slowly formed a shape.

“It’s…” You paused, needing a moment to ensure you were seeing correctly. “It’s a dog…”

Another puppy, this one slightly bigger, joined your dog shaped patronus. The two fondly butted heads and ran around together, playfully chasing each other and gleefully prancing together.

Your eyes met again, and this time none of you looked away. Neville’s face became brighter, now illuminated by the glow of the two patronus, who continued to run and play together. He smiled at you, completely filling you with comfort with that simple gesture.

Needing to express yourself, you urgently put your head on his shoulder, nuzzling his soft sweater and holding on to his arm with your free hand. The other still held the wand, letting your patronus protect you both.

Neville leaned back on the seat, gingerly pressing his cheek against your head. His hand, although hesitantly, also found its way to yours on his arm. With the other, he was maintaining his own patronus.

You thought of something to say. A way to thank him for his comfort, for his concern and for his kindness. Perhaps a comment of relief, of the fact that you had realized not everything was lost. The storm continued outside, but it was further than ever. The thunder, even if still somewhat loud, couldn’t affect you any more.

Your fingers played with his in a delicate caress that attempted to express all of those thoughts that you didn’t really need to voice out. In return, Neville gently rubbed his thumb against your hand, like a silent promise that he would always be there for you like he was now.

That way, drowsiness finally reached you. Exhausted after hours of tension and worry, all your muscles relaxed. You finally felt safe enough to abandon yourself to an enveloping rest. Neville’s soft breathing lulled you further into the doors of slumber.

"We... We should probably say goodnight" Neville uttered, barely loud enough for you to hear. "Go back to bed..."

"Yeah..." You mumbled, not bothering in opening your eyes. "We should..."

The two of you sleepily giggled. Neither you or him moved a muscle, treasuring that comforting closeness of your embrace. His touch was healing, warming the ice cold fear clinging on to your heart. Both your patronus hung in the air above our heads, becoming stronger with every second that passed in which you leaned against each other.

Maybe that fear within you wouldn’t disappear completely, but for the first time it was okay. Because now you knew someone was there to protect you. Thanks to him, you were reminded that you weren’t alone. Never would be. And after all, you realized… you had something to hold on to during that difficult time, and something worth fighting for.

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Expecto Patronum (Neville Longbottom x Reader)

Character: Neville Longbottom

Fandom: Harry Potter

Tags: Emotional hurt / comfort, fluff, hand holding, cuddling

Warnings: Slight angst

Word Count: 1,7k words

Summary: With everything that is happening due to the return of Voldemort, a scary storm is the last straw for Y/N. Luckily, Neville is there to comfort them and make them forget all their fears.

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Neville Longbottom x Gender Neutral Reader

You were so tired that your eyes stung, but even then you didn’t close them. The distant sound of thunder startled you, causing you to shrink under the thick blanket that didn’t manage to ease your shaking.

“Y/N…” A hoarse voice suddenly called you. Terrified, you held your breath and listened, hoping you had imagined it. However, the voice called again. “Y/N”

To accompany the voice, a hand had heavily fallen on your shoulder. Throwing the blanket off you with a violent jump, you turned to see Neville stand there behind the couch you were sitting in.

“Neville…” You sighed, clutching your chest as your heart recovered. “You scared me…”

“Sorry!” He apologized, sobering up even though he was rubbing his half-lidded eyes. “Are you alright?”

“I can’t sleep…” Was your response as you wrapped the blanket over yourself and faced the fire again.

“The storm?” Neville asked, sitting next to you. “It woke me up and now I can’t fall back asleep”

You absently nodded your head, although your eyes were fixed on the crackling flames without actually watching them.

“It isn’t the storm, is it?” His once hoarse voice, prey of the remnants of sleep, now became soft as you were used to hear it.

“No” You admitted in a hushed whisper. “Not just that”

Just in cue, another thunder startled you again and you jumped in the seat. Neville’s eyes were focused on you, but you refused to meet his gaze.

“I’m scared too…” He admitted, and with the corner of your eye you caught how he hesitantly lifted a hand up. In the end, and after several more seconds of doubt, he finally pressed it against your arm. “Now that he’s back”

Neville didn’t need to specify a name, or even a euphemism of that feared name. In any case, you shuddered just at the thought of him. You felt Neville stare at you worriedly.

“Are you cold?” He lifted his arm, hovering over you, but hesitated and put it back down.

“No” You replied, instead throwing yourself closer to him and wondering in his warmth.

“Y/N…” Neville muttered, surprised but happy. Lifting his arm again after several seconds of shocked stillness, he allowed you to press yourself against his side. The wool of his sweater was soft, just like his embrace. “You’re shaking…”

You didn’t say anything, only shielding yourself in the comfort of his closeness. Nuzzling his chest, you closed your eyes and pretended like he was the only thing that existed at the moment. His warmth enveloped you, and for a moment it was enough. Only for a moment.

Another thunder broke out, startling you and causing you to yelp and jump in the seat again. Neville twitched a little himself, but he kindly tightened his arm over you and even put his other arm around you too.

An awfully loud silence settled in the Common Room. The harsh pitter-patter of the rain against the windows resonated around you. The crackling of the fire seemed to battle with the storm, failing in its attempt to reassure you that it was stronger than the threat outside.

“Hang on…” Neville pulled out his wand, holding it in the air for a moment.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, looking up to meet with his eyes. They were closed in concentration. He didn’t respond either.

Watching in expectation, you waited to see what he was trying to do. Then, after several more seconds, a spur of light came out from the end of his wand. You observed it, trying to make out its form. A sort of non-corporeal shape made out of pure white smoke floated in the air.

“Is that… a patronus?” You finally said, understanding his intentions.

“I can never get it to take a form” Neville replied, sadly eyeing the patronus.

“I-I told you I’m not cold” You gently reminded him, patting his chest. “And I don’t think there are dementors around”

“I know” He shrugged a little, suddenly blushing and doing his best not to look you in the eye. “I just… thought it could make you feel better… it could protect you”

Against all odds, you smiled. The thought filled you with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire burning in the hearth. It was a wave of affection that made you want to snuggle closer against him and hold him tight.

“Here, let me show you” Your hands were still shaking a bit as you pulled out your wand. “Expecto… patronum”

Your wand produced a thin wisp of silver that floated in the air, not quite taking form either. Closing your eyes, you focused on the charm. You were having trouble with it just like Neville, despite having accomplished it during the DA meetings.

The theory was easy, you just think of a happy memory and say the spell, which should be enough to conjure a patronus. Putting it on practice, though, wasn’t as easy, especially not when your heart was full of uncertainty and anguish.

“Think of a happy memory” Neville reminded you, trying to help you. “Focus on it”

At that moment, it was hard to think of something happy. That uneasy emptiness that filled your chest, the one you usually linked with dementors, was very present at the moment.  It was cold, heavy and overwhelming.

Another thunder broke out in the sky, this one sounding slightly more distant than the others. This time you only reacted a little bit, but your eyes remained closed in concentration.

“Relax” Neville reassured you, further pressing you against his side. “Breathe”

You took a deep breath, only then realizing you were holding it. That helped a little, and a happy memory was suddenly emerging in your mind. A calm smile appeared on your lips. It gave you strength, and you felt your wand feel sturdier against your fingers.

You opened your eyes, watching the silver mist that floated in the air before you. Very slowly, it began to take form. Neville gasped in awe, and when you looked at him you saw how the light of your patronus illuminated his features. His eyes seemed to hold that pure light inside them with the reflection.

“It’s… beautiful” Neville smiled as your patronus floated before the fire.

It was a small puppy, acting very timid and insecure but gathering enough courage to move around. Soon it became confident enough to walk, spry and lively, as you moved your wand. The sight made you smile, a fleeting glee reflected in Neville’s expression when he chuckled in awe.

Your gazes met, but he frowned and averted his eyes. Feeling insecure, Neville stared at his wand and apathetically tried again. The formless wisp of silver magic floated still, twisting and turning as it fought to take a shape. It couldn’t.

“Relax” You whispered with a small smile, seeing that Neville’s brow was furrowed in strain. “Breathe”

“Okay…” He sighed, easing his shoulders and turning his exertion into a calm focus.

“Lift your hand a bit” You wrapped yours around it, moving his hand up to demonstrate.

Feeling his skin under your fingers brought you warmth, one that you thought he reveled in as well. The corner of Neville’s lips twitched in a bashful and restrained smile. Before you could make a fond comment about it, whoever, something distracted you.

“Neville!” You gasped, staring at the fluid wisp of magic coming out of his wand.

“I did it…” He uttered in awe, watching how the smoke-like ethereal substance slowly formed a shape.

“It’s…” You paused, needing a moment to ensure you were seeing correctly. “It’s a dog…”

Another puppy, this one slightly bigger, joined your dog shaped patronus. The two fondly butted heads and ran around together, playfully chasing each other and gleefully prancing together.

Your eyes met again, and this time none of you looked away. Neville’s face became brighter, now illuminated by the glow of the two patronus, who continued to run and play together. He smiled at you, completely filling you with comfort with that simple gesture.

Needing to express yourself, you urgently put your head on his shoulder, nuzzling his soft sweater and holding on to his arm with your free hand. The other still held the wand, letting your patronus protect you both.

Neville leaned back on the seat, gingerly pressing his cheek against your head. His hand, although hesitantly, also found its way to yours on his arm. With the other, he was maintaining his own patronus.

You thought of something to say. A way to thank him for his comfort, for his concern and for his kindness. Perhaps a comment of relief, of the fact that you had realized not everything was lost. The storm continued outside, but it was further than ever. The thunder, even if still somewhat loud, couldn’t affect you any more.

Your fingers played with his in a delicate caress that attempted to express all of those thoughts that you didn’t really need to voice out. In return, Neville gently rubbed his thumb against your hand, like a silent promise that he would always be there for you like he was now.

That way, drowsiness finally reached you. Exhausted after hours of tension and worry, all your muscles relaxed. You finally felt safe enough to abandon yourself to an enveloping rest. Neville’s soft breathing lulled you further into the doors of slumber.

“We… We should probably say goodnight” Neville uttered, barely loud enough for you to hear. “Go back to bed…”

“Yeah…” You mumbled, not bothering in opening your eyes. “We should…”

The two of you sleepily giggled. Neither you or him moved a muscle, treasuring that comforting closeness of your embrace. His touch was healing, warming the ice cold fear clinging on to your heart. Both your patronus hung in the air above our heads, becoming stronger with every second that passed in which you leaned against each other.

Maybe that fear within you wouldn’t disappear completely, but for the first time it was okay. Because now you knew someone was there to protect you. Thanks to him, you were reminded that you weren’t alone. Never would be. And after all, you realized… you had something to hold on to during that difficult time, and something worth fighting for.

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Part 5: 5 times I fixed it...

“Mr and Mrs Potter,” Dumbledore started. “I’m afraid I have some bad news regarding the prophecy.”

Lily had had a bad feeling when he had pulled them out of the meeting early to talk. They had heard about the prophecy a month ago, but at that point it was between her baby and Alice’s, both born at the end of July.

“He thinks it’s about Harry,” she said.

She thought of her son. He was with James’s parents at Potter manor while they were at the meeting. He had been asleep when they left for headquarters. It was hard to believe there was a target on his back.

“Indeed,” Dumbledore responded.

James took a sharp breath and pulled Lily’s into his lap, squeezing her fingers. He reached for her whenever he needed comfort; every time he found out about another casualty, he pulled her into his arms. It was a comfort to both of them, but it didn’t work this time.

“What do we do?” James asked quietly.

“I believe you should go into hiding,” Dumbledore said. “Are you aware of the Fidelius charm?”

“Yes,” Lily said. “You conceal the secret of your location in another person. You cannot be found unless that person chooses to divulge the secret, but it cannot be coerced or otherwise forced out.”

“Correct,” the old man said, his eyes twinkling.

For a moment, Lily felt like she was back at Hogwarts, answering her Professors’ questions to win back the house points the man sitting next to her had lost.

“I suggest you use it to hide your family, until all is safe,” Dumbledore said calmly.

“All due respect, Albus,” a voice came from the door. “But that is a terrible idea.”

Professor McGonagall walked into the room and passed each of the Potters a biscuit from the tray downstairs. Dumbledore gave her an indecipherable look.

“We all know there is a spy in the Order,” she continued. “You cannot guarantee the person you choose will not betray you and, even if they do not, they could be found and killed or tortured until they revealed the location.”

“What do you suggest, Professor?” Lily asked.

“Leave the country,” she said simply. “Go somewhere far away, like Australia, where there are no Death Eaters, and return when the war is over. I suggest the Longbottoms go with you as a precaution.”

“How do we stop Voldemort from simply following us? We won’t have back up in Australia if he comes for us,” James questioned.

“A simple diversion will do,” McGonagall responded. “We will place two houses under the Fidelius as if you were living there. They will serve the purpose to hide your true location without putting you at risk.”

“Who will be the secret keeper?” James asked.

“Myself and Alastor,” McGonagall said easily.

“Okay,” James said. “I trust you.”

Two days later, the Potters packed their bags and headed for the airport. They said goodbye to Euphemia and Fleamont the night before at dinner, pretending they would be reunited, but knowing the elder two would not be around much longer. Alice and Frank met them at the airport with Neville and gave them tight hugs. No one in the Order, not even the other marauders, knew where the families were going, just that they would be in hiding for the foreseeable future.

“Ready to go?” Frank asked.

“As much as we can be,” Lily said.

The six passed through the airport and boarded the plane together, disappearing for the next year.

***  

When he arrived at the flat, Sirius poured himself a glass of Firewhiskey and retreated to his bedroom. James and Lily had been gone for a month and things were getting harder. The remaining marauders were always on separate missions, gone for days at a time and not telling each other where they were going.

Remus came back injured and held on to Sirius as tightly as he could when he came back, but they didn’t talk. Sirius loved him as much as he ever had but wondered how much longer he could go without knowing what Remus was doing or telling Remus what he was doing.

Peter did nothing but talk, guessing who the spy was and changing his opinion daily. The day he suggested Remus, Sirius asked him to move out of the apartment. He had to trust Remus and Peter. They were all he had left without the Potters.

A sound from the living room startled him. Someone had apparated into the flat, someone unexpected. Remus always apparated outside the front door, so his boyfriend wasn’t back, and Peter always sent an owl ahead, so it couldn’t be him.

He grabbed his wand and stormed into the living room to find –

Regulus, lying on the floor and drenched. He looked like he was breathing, but the strain of apparating had clearly knocked him out. There was some sort of locket clutched in his hands.

“Merlin,” Sirius said, running to crouch at his brother’s side.

He started casting every healing and warming spell he could think of, grateful for Remus’s lycanthropy for the first time. Regulus was a known Death Eater so Sirius shouldn’t have been helping him. He was his little brother, though, and he couldn’t watch him die on his living room carpet.

Eventually, Regulus started awake, sitting up rapidly and nearly collapsing again from the effort. Sirius caught him before he fell and moved him carefully to the sofa.

“Sirius?” he asked weakly.

“What the hell happened, Reg?” he asked.

Regulus started laughing, leaning his head back on one of the throw pillows. Bewildered, Sirius watched his brother laugh hysterically for a few minutes before he calmed down and looked back at him.

“I should be dead,” he said eventually. “I thought for sure apparating to a place I barely remember from underwater would kill me, if the inferi didn’t first.”

“What are you talking about?”

Regulus didn’t answer. Instead he sat up and threw the locket at Sirius, who caught it easily.

“What do you know about horcruxes, Siri?” he asked tiredly.

Within the next few days, Regulus repeated his story multiple times, to Dumbledore, Remus, Moody, and any other Order member who wanted to hear it. He wanted to join the Order, help with the hunt for horcruxes, but few trusted him.

“I’ll swear an Unbreakable Vow,” he said eventually. “I’ll vow that I won’t betray the Order, that I’ll be loyal.”

Dumbledore agreed and, once the spell was cast, Regulus was welcomed into the Order of the Phoenix.

Everyone’s missions were cancelled, unless absolutely necessary, in lieu of the hunt for horcruxes. Dumbledore guessed at the number and objects and sent them out to look for them. Within a few months, the Order had gathered the cup, locket, diadem, diary and ring after a few daring missions and one small, albeit destructive, heist from Gringotts.

“Now what?” Sirius asked. “How do we get rid of them?”

“There are two known methods,” came the calm answer from Dumbledore. “Basilisk venom or Fiendfyre.”

“So we’re fucked?” Remus asked incredulously. “Unless someone as a pet Basilisk they’d like to share?”

“There’s rumoured to be one at Hogwarts,” Regulus said mildly. “But I don’t know where.”

The Order looked at the objects on the table and collectively sighed. The few months tracking them down meant nothing if they couldn’t destroy them.

“Anyone have a house they’re willing to burn down?” Remus asked the room eventually. “Preferably one with an astounding amount of protective charms so we don’t have to cast them?”

Sirius and Regulus shared a look. Walburga Black had died just a month ago, leaving Grimmauld Place entirely empty. Orion had been an especially paranoid man, so the house had always been protected with every charm he could find. Neither of them wanted the house and they had already set Kreacher free – it was perfect.

“Actually,” Regulus said. “I think we do.”

Watching the house burn was incredible, skulls rising from the smoke as Voldemort’s soul died in the fire. It was almost fun – until the Death Eaters arrived.

A fierce battle started, everyone fighting to get to the centre, where Voldemort himself was fighting Dumbledore. Sirius stood with his back against Remus’s, righting Bellatrix and Rowle simultaneously. Remus was engaged with Yaxley and Malfoy, occasionally shooting a jinx at Goyle, busy fighting Regulus.

Across from them, Peter and Snape were engaged in a duel, neither of them focused on anything around them. Unexpectedly, Peter stunned Snape and moved on. Even more, unexpectedly, he joined Sirius’s duel – on the Death Eaters’ side.

“You little rat, Pettigrew,” he yelled. “How could you?”

“You’re not going to win, Black,” Peter yelled. “Last chance to switch sides!”

“Fuck you,” Sirius sneered.

A second later, everything changed. Dumbledore landed the killing shot and Voldemort crumpled. Bellatrix pointed her wand at a distracted Sirius. He yelled in pain and fell to his knees, but she didn’t let up, keeping her focus on torturing her cousin as if he were personally responsible for her master’s death. Peter cursed Remus before disapparating with the other Death Eaters as Moody began stunning everyone in sight.

Remus collapsed next to Sirius, blood pouring from the cuts on his chest.

“Avada kedavra!”

A green beam of light hit Bellatrix in the chest, she and Sirius collapsed simultaneously, the latter panting and shaking.

“I never liked her,” Regulus said mildly, pocketing his wand.

Sirius and Remus woke up to a sound in the living room a week later. They had left the hospital a day before, both of them still exhausted and still in pain, but alive. They slowly got up and grabbed their wands before padding to the living room, where they were tackled into a group hug by a flash of red hair.

“Lily,” Sirius said breathlessly, hugging her tighter. “You’re back.”

He pulled away and looked up to see James, holding Harry, who was almost a toddler at this point.

“We’re back,” James said quietly.

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bloody twins

Neville Longbottom x reader (non-gryffindor)

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warnings: the twins being assholes

1065 words

You fall victim to one of the infamous Weasley Twin pranks but thankfully Neville is there to stand up for you

You knew you fucked up as soon as the words left your mouth.

You were hanging in the Gryffindor common room waiting for your boyfriend to get back from class. You and Neville had been dating for quite a while so you had pretty much been adopted into his friend group despite not being in the red and gold house. You got along well with everyone and were happy to make more friends outside of your own house. You had particularly grown closer with Hermione and Ginny, exchanging girl gossip frequently since most of the group were made up of guys. However, you enjoyed talking Quidditch with Harry or talking about classes with some of the other boys. You were comfortable and friendly with everyone but enjoyed spending your time with Neville the most, though you may have a slight bias as to why.

You and Hermione were discussing an assignment from your shared Transfiguration class. That was before the infamous Weasley Twins bolted through the door riding the adrenaline high from their most recent prank. You weren’t particularly close with either of them simply because your paths had never crossed.

“What poor student did you two torment today?” Hermione questioned. “No student,” George replied, “We charmed Snape’s robes to catch under his feet and trip him when he walks” Fred finished. Hermione just rolled her eyes as the redheads made their way to the stairs to go to their shared dorm room. You leaned over to Hermione and whispered “I’m glad to say I’ve never had to endure one of the twin’s pranks before.”

Saying those 15 words were probably the worst thing you could have done because unluckily for you, both boys heard every word. They both quickly turned back around to face you two who were sitting on the couch. “Freddie, I think we have a Weasley prank virgin over here,” George said with a shit-eating grin. “You’re right Georgie. I reckon we will have to change that. Though we’ll have to make it a quickie because we’ve got practice in a bit.” Fred announced. Before you could run, curse, or even blink George tossed a Jelly Legs Jinx your way leaving you unable to escape and Fred picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

You pounded your fists against his back begging them to put you down but the stubborn assholes didn’t show any mercy. You began to piece together your fate when you realized that you three were approaching the black lake.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Put me down. No-,” you screamed as you were tossed in the freezing lake. Of course, it had to be January so the lake was still ice cold. When you came up to the surface for air you saw two lanky gingers running far away back into the warm castle. Luckily the jinx had worn off so you swam to the shore and crawled out coughing up icky lake water and wringing out your shirt.

You trudged back to the castle completely freezing and soaked with the little dignity you had left. You would just dry yourself except you didn’t have time to grab your wand before you had been rudely kidnapped. Fortunately, most students were in class or were studying so the halls were pretty empty saving yourself from any further embarrassment.

You turned a corner on your way back to your common room when you coincidentally saw Neville a few yards away. When he realized who the sopping wet figure walking towards him was, he quickly rushed to your aid.

“Darling what happened?” he said while simultaneously examining you for any injuries. “Bloody twins.” was all you said which was enough for Neville to put together the pieces. “Come here,” he said with his arms outstretched. “I don’t want to get you wet.” you chuckled. Instead of protesting he just wrapped his arms around you letting you melt into him. He walked you back to your dorm so you could change and gave you his sweater that was already warm from his body heat to heat you up quicker. You two then went back to the Gryffindor common room to retrieve your wand and meet up with Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Ginny.

All of you guys sat and laughed on the couches enjoying your evening together. You explained what happened and everyone shared their Weasley prank stories to make you feel better and know that you weren’t alone. Ron unsurprisingly had countless stories to tell about growing up as the twin’s personal test dummy for all their pranks.

When Ron was telling everyone about the summer where they bewitched all his pants to constantly fall down to show his knickers, Neville had excused himself. “Sorry I just need to grab something from my dorm, I’ll be back.” You figured he was just getting a jacket because he had given you his. You didn’t pay much thought to it and continued to listen and laugh at Ron’s story.

What you didn’t know was that Neville didn’t go to his dorm and actually stormed into Fred and George’s room. Neville seemed to abandon all his shyness and insecurities at that moment when he flung the boy’s door open and chewed their ear off. “Hey if you two ever come near y/n with any of your pranks again, I will hex you into oblivion. I’ll rat you out to Snape for cheating on that potions test, I’ll tell Filch who actually turned his cat into a mouse last year, and I’ll make sure to let Molly know all the crap her sons have done at school without her knowledge. Leave y/n alone.” and with a slam of the door, Neville was gone.

Fred and George were terrified and actually a little impressed with Neville’s outburst. Neville came back downstairs and snuggled up to you on the couch. “Hey what did you need to get?” you asked not seeing anything new on Neville. “You know when I got to my dorm I couldn’t remember for the life of me what I came to get,” he laughed. You smiled and pressed a short but lovely kiss to his lips and curled into his side ready to enjoy the rest of the night with your best friends and boyfriend.

And let’s just say Fred and George never came near you again.

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All to myself - D.M. x reader

Happy new year my lovelies :) If you have any requests send them my way! I’ve got a lot more time on my hands at the moment so I’m planning on writing more :) 

As always- lots of love xx 

“You coming down to dinner?” Pansy asked quietly, drawing Y/N’s eyes away from her potions text book.

“Don’t think so, I’ve got to get this done” Y/N hummed sadly ignoring the pain in her stomach from the lack of food

“Ok, I’ll try and sneak you some up later” Pansy grinned walking out of the Slytherin Common Room, Y/N smiled at her friend’s gesture.

Y/N turned back to her potions text book with a frustrated sigh, she had been working since classes finished yet she was no closer to finishing her project. Grabbing a different textbook she hoped desperately that it would explain things in a better way

“You’re working late” Draco said sitting himself down on the desk next to Y/N

“Need to get this potions work done” She said not in the mood for any of his snarky comments

“Can I help?” Draco asked

“Why would you do that?” Y/N said looking at him in confusion

“Because I’m your friend, now what are you stuck on” Draco deadpanned

“Everything we did today” She answered honestly

“Ok, lets start from the basics yeah?” Draco asked Y/N nodded,

To Y/N’s surprise Draco spoke calmly and slowly explaining each potion to Y/N, he was patient, more so than Y/N had ever realised. “So what do you do with the eye of Newt?” He asked

“You add it to the potion and heat until it turns yellow?” She said in a unsure tone

“Is that a question or an answer?” Draco challenged

“An answer” She nodded “You add it to the potions and heat until it turns yellow” She said feeling much better about her answer when Draco broke out into a grin

“Right again!” he beamed “You’ve got this” He said

“Thanks, I had a good teacher” She smiled “I hope you don’t mean Snape” Draco chuckled

“You two look comfortable” Blaise grinned, cutting Y/N off from answering Draco. The moment the words left his lips Draco pushed himself out of the chair and away from Y/N

“You know how it is, didn’t have anyone else to bore me” Draco laughed,

“Thought you couldn’t stand her” Blaise said as they made their way over to a sofa

“I can’t but nobody else was here, what was I supposed to do?” He hummed,

Y/N closed her potions books and stormed up to the Slytherin dorm rooms, anger bubbling up she threw her books at her bed, with a muffled scream.

— — — — —

“Has anyone seen Y/N this morning?” Pansy asked as they sat at the breakfast table, Draco couldn’t help but listen in to the conversation, he had felt bad about what he had said he knew Y/N heard every word of it.

“I’m right here” Y/N said sitting herself down next to Pansy,

“What happened to you? Suddenly find out you were related to a supermodel or something?” Blaise said running his eyes up and down her body,

Y/N fluffed her freshly curled hair and winked at him “Oh no, I just decided to stop being a bore” She hummed turning away from him, the words clearly aimed at Draco.

“You look insane” Pansy grinned

“So good” Daphne agreed

“I know” Y/N beamed,

Y/N spent the day enjoying the looks she was getting as she walked down the halls. Gone was the shy slytherin girl, in her place stood the new and improved Y/N and everyone was seeming to love her. Y/N stood outside the potions class room talking to Neville

“Did you manage to finish your herbology project?” He asked her

“Not yet, I’m thinking I might go to the library after dinner and make a start” She said

“I could come with you, you know if you needed help” Neville said “but only if you want me to, I understand if you don’t want me t—”

“That would be great Neville” Y/N smiled sweetly, she’d always had a soft spot for him, he was the only one who paid any attention to her before she’d dressed herself up.

“Think she’s a bit out of your league Longbottom” Draco sneered coming up and standing next to Y/N “Don’t be an arse” She snapped,

“Y/N” Draco started quietly,

“Don’t even think about talking to me, wouldn’t want to bore you” She growled

Snape ordered them into the classroom before Draco could respond. He cursed himself silently for everything he had said about Y/N to Blaise, now knowing that he really had messed up.

— — — — —

“How was your date with Neville?” Pansy shouted the moment Y/N walked through the Slytherin Common room door

“It wasn’t a date Pansy you know that” Y/N laughed it off “but he was lovely” She added with a giggle

“Malfoy’s been asking about you all evening” Pansy said,

“Good for him” Y/N snapped “Sorry, I just don’t want to talk about him” “He’s the reason you did all this isn’t he?” She asked

“He called me a bore, and said that he couldn’t stand me” Y/N said quietly noticing Blaise’s eyes on her

“Look I know he’s sorry, but I’m going to suggest you make him prove it to you” Pansy grinned with a wink “now are you coming?” she asked sitting herself down with Blaise, Draco and Daphne.

Much to Y/N’s annoyance the only seat was one next to Blaise, which she took crossing one leg over the other she relaxed into the conversation.

Blaise threw flirty comments over to Y/N every moment he could, Y/N didn’t mind too much. But the moment he put his sweaty palm on her thigh she felt herself snapping. Picking it up she shoved it off of her bare thigh, she thought she had made the message clear enough until he did it again, and again, and again.

“You put your slimy hand on my thigh one more time I’ll hex you so hard you won’t live to see next week. Got it?” She snapped loudly,

“If my last moments would be of your face I’d die a happy man” Blaise grinned placing his hand on her thigh once more.

Y/N snapped.

All she saw was Blaise’s stupid smirk as she slapped him.

“Touch me again and you’ll regret it” she said once more

“Come on, what do you expect when you’re dressed like that?” He laughed,

Y/N stood up, clenching her fists she tried to make her way back up to the dorms.

“One for good luck” Blaise said as a hand came down on Y/N’s arse, she turned to him face full of anger. Grabbing her wand she racked her brain for a good hex

“Don’t do something you’ll regret” Draco stood, placing himself in-between Blaise and Y/N, his hand placed gently on her arm

“But he” She started

“I know, leave him to me okay?” He said calmly  “I’ll deal with you later” Draco seethed at Blaise before leading Y/N up to her dorm room.

— — — — —

Y/N stood at the mirror, harshly rubbing a makeup wipe over her face. The false confidence now replaced with disgust.

“You’re going to hurt yourself doing that” Draco commented

“I want it off” She snapped

“Come here” He hummed taking the wipe from her “Do you mind?” He asked his hand hovering over her face, as if he were terrified to touch her. Y/N smiled and pushed her face gently towards his hand, not knowing the words to ask him to help.

Draco tilted her head up to meet his eyes as he gently wiped the make up off of her face

“I was an idiot yesterday. You’re not a bore, not at all. I told Blaise I didn’t like you so that he would stay away as well”

“I don’t understand Draco, why would you do that?”

“Because I’m selfish, I wanted you all to myself. When you came in the great hall all dressed up I hated it because everyone saw what I already saw” He said tearing his eyes away from her and sitting himself down on the bed

“Draco you barely looked at me before yesterday” Y/N hummed

“That’s what you think, there’s a reason I asked Snape to move to the back of the potions class, it’s so that I could look at you. You have this adorable face when you don’t understand something. I couldn’t see it from the front, transfiguration you sit next to Longbottom, and whenever you get a question right he gives you a high five. Charms, you and Granger have a tally of who can get the most marks. Y/N I’m completely enamoured by you and I don’t really know what to do about it”

“How do you know all that?”

“I know it can’t be love just yet, but I think it could be” He said “You don’t need makeup or fancy hair to prove to me that you’re not a bore. If you want to do that then I’ll be here to beat up any guy who looks at you funny but I like you just as much before”

“Are you going to stop acting like you dislike me around your friends?” She asked

“Only if you promise me that you’re not going to fall in love with any of them” He chuckled

“I’ve only got enough love for you Malfoy”

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[xo-gossipwitch]

Dorm-mates say they saw Looney Lovegood snogging on Zabini by the Black Lake but I don't know... Seems a little far fetched. Gossip witch surely will know!

Desperate to forget what Draco decided to share with the world in his diary, Zabini found himself in a bit of a loony-loving situation. I wonder how Longbottom will take the news, and the poor guy always seems to get the short end of the stick.

~xoxo, Gossip Witch

"Zabini!" Neville yelled, storming up to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. His entire body was shaking as he approached the group of students, whom he would go out of his way to avoid on any other day, but today, he had a bone to pick with one particular individual sitting at that table. The closer he got, the faster his heart began to beat. Taking a deep breath, Neville pushed all of his fear to the back of his mind and crossed his arms over his chest as he squared up to Blaise.

"What do you want, Longbottom?" Blaise hissed, looking the Gryffindor up and down. He fought the urge he felt to roll his eyes at the man standing in front of him. If anything, Blaise deserved to get put in his place by Neville. He had gone behind the man's back and snuck away to the Black Lake with his witch just for the hell of it. There wasn't any rhyme or reason to which witch he brought with him down there, and he just wanted to feel something other than anger.

"Of all the girls at Hogwarts, why did you have to go after Luna?" Neville asked, steadying himself with a deep breath as he waited for Blaise to respond.

There were a few ways that this situation could play out at this point. Blaise could swing at him for confronting him in the middle of the Great Hall - the fact that Neville was becoming increasingly aware of as he felt the eyes of his classmates staring at him. Blaise could apologize, and they could both walk away from the situation, never to speak of it again. Or they could both swing at one another and end up in the infirmary for at least the rest of the night. The middle option of the three was preferred, but ultimately, this confrontation would be inevitable. At least once he had faced his fears by talking to Blaise, maybe he'd have enough adrenaline to face his fears about talking to Luna about everything.

"Nothing happened between Luna and me," Blaise replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he narrowed his gaze at Neville. There was no reason for him to believe what Blaise was saying, but there also wasn't any evidence to the contrary besides Gossip Witch's latest blast.

"Why would I believe what you have to say about the situation?" Neville asked, shifting his weight from one foot to another as he took a few deep breaths.

"Have you talked to Luna about it?" Blaise asked, rolling his eyes as he watched Neville's nerves starting to show. A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips when he noticed the small shake of Neville's head. "Maybe you should go talk to her before you fool yourself talking to me."

Neville glared at him for a moment before shaking his head. "At least my best mate didn't out me for being bad in bd in front of the whole school. Stay away from Luna, Zabini. She deserves someone better than you."

Neville turned on his heel and started to walk away when he heard Blaise calling after him, pausing only for a moment to hear what he had to say before reacting.

"I never turn away a witch in need of comfort when her wizard can't give her what she needs," Blaise replied, a smirk pulling tight at the corners of his mouth with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Neville turn back to face him. "She came to me, and I offered her exactly what she needed."

"You said nothing happened," Neville hissed, gritting his teeth as he closed the space between himself and Blaise. Before he even realized what he was doing, Neville felt the crack of a bone beneath his knuckles as his fist made contact with Blaise's face.

"Mr. Longbottom," Headmistress McGonagall yelled, approaching quickly from the other side of the room. "My office. Now. Someone go fetch Madam Pomfrey to take care of Mr. Zabini's nose."

~xoxo, Gossip Witch ~

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Name of the Game - Neville Longbottom x Slytherin!reader

A/N:  This was a request from the lovely, @obsessedwithrandomthings​ and I hope I did you justice with my writing!!  This request just gave me warm butterflies as a Slytherin and just because as much as I love Fred, hence my name, I have a little soft spot for Neville.  Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this potato of a writing and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it and pretending as if I was writing a masterpiece and acting as if I was Shakespeare writing Romeo and Juliet.  Welp, now I’m gonna go back into my hermit cave and stress over how I probably didn’t do great on my psych midterms because I like self sabotage.

“Hey, Longbottom,” you said, smiling up at the boy who denied your attention each time.  Neville clenched his jaw slightly as he quickened his pace to walk away from you,  “Awwww come on Longbottom don’t be like that between us.”  He turned quickly on his heels, face slightly red from most likely what you would assume was anger, “There’s nothing between us, Lestrange.” Then, he turned around walking faster and into the Gryffindor common room, which you were quite surprised as he usually forgot the password to get in, was he that determined to not be in the same space as you?  Trying to not let the rejection get under your skin you shrugged softly, “One day Longbottom, one day.”  You weren’t necessarily surprised at Neville’s hate for you, one: you were a Slytherin while he was Gryffindor, which didn’t necessarily mean he had to hate you but there definitely was a lot of rivalry between the two houses, two: the big, unforgettable fact that you were Bellatrix Lestrange’s daughter.  Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the death eaters who tortured Neville’s parents into insanity, you knew about this as it was a fact that Neville would never forgive you for, you knew he didn’t necessarily hate YOU just the idea that you were Bellatrix’s daughter was what made him disgusted by you.  Ever since school first started you were immediately drawn to the quite awkward, clumsy boy from Gryffindor, not just because you felt awful for what your mother did to his parents, but also he just had an aura that made him unforgettable to you.  Every time he rejected your advances it hit a pang in your heart as if someone was poking the heart of your voodoo doll somewhere to cause you searing pain.  Neville didn’t know but you did visit his parents whenever you could, not out of charity or because you thought it would make you look good to Neville, but because you wanted to make up for what your mother did.  You wanted to somehow make up for what your mother did, although nothing could fix it, and eventually, you started to really like spending time with his parents and started to actually look forward to your visits with them.  

Next thing you knew in a week everything flashed by as Hogwarts started preparing for a war with Voldemort, or as most called him “The one who shall not be named”.  You were running around helping out your friends as much as you could, which was harder than expected as some held a great suspicion of you at the beginning especially Neville, sadly, thinking that you were working together with your despicable mother who was on the wrong side of the war.  Once the war started, however, people started to believe in your actions on how you fought bravely, protecting those you loved from Voldemort’s army.  Over the sounds of people shouting and some screaming blood-curdling screams on both sides as the life escaped their bodies, you heard the sound of your mother.  Her voice made your blood run ice-cold, as adrenaline pumped through your veins you ran towards the sound.  She was screaming something unintelligible through the noise surrounding you, blood pumping through your ears along with the soft ringing that ran through your head, probably from the hit you got earlier.  Pushing through you found your mother duelling with Molly Weasley, whom you saw as more of a mother figure than your biological one.  Mrs Weasley had taken you in as basically a second daughter once you left the reigns of your mother’s toxic brainwashing and insanity.  Seeing Bellatrix attack Mrs Weasley set a type of blood broiling anger inside of you that you had never felt as you stormed up.  “Bellatrix!” you shouted, your mother and Mrs. Weasley turning their heads toward you, Mrs. Weasley’s eyes widened with horror as you knew she was horrified at the aspect of you being harmed by your mother.  You gave her a reassuring nod as you walked up, head high and shoulders back, “I was wondering when you would show your face y/n darling.” Bellatrix said, eyes glinting with what you could only describe as pure madness as she took a defensive stance in response to yours.  “You don’t get to call me darling, you bitch.” you seethed, as she cackled softly, “Oh sweetheart, you can’t talk to your mother like that.”  She tsked softly as she waved her wand playfully as if reprimanding a child for throwing a tantrum, “You’re not my mother, you’re just a crazy bitch who can’t even think for herself.”  She cackled again, clearly not taking you seriously, “I’m not scared of you anymore, Bellatrix.”  She was about to respond until you took the chance and quickly pointed your wand at her and shouted, “Petrificus totalus!”  Her eyes widened as her body froze, limbs unmoving as you proceed with your spell, “Reducto!”  her body exploded into dust as you swear you could hear her wailing in your ears. As the action was finished you dropped to the ground body shaking as tears fell down your cheeks, “Oh, y/n, sweetheart.” Molly said as she came running as she engulfed you in a hug.  She whispered shushing noises in your ears calming you down as the hiccups decreased, “I don’t even know why I’m crying, I hated that bitch.”  Molly patted your hair down, trying to pat down stray hairs in a calming motion as she replied, “You’re just relieved, darling.  You finally don’t have that bitch of a mother looming in your life.”  You tried not to smile at the sound of Molly cussing as you hugged her back, “We need to check on everyone and the wounded.”  Nodding she gathered everyone as you stood there for a second, “Take that you bitch, guess I won this time.”  you muttered softly to the wind.  

As the war came to an end you looked around at the despair, people crying over loved ones and the wounded, you especially went around the Weasleys as Fred had died, although not related all of them were family to you and that broke your heart.  You comforted Molly as pain flooded your heart, the war was over and your turmoil with your mother was over and yet you would all still feel the effects of the devastation, and for what cost?  Sitting alone in a corner to catch your breath a finger poked your shoulder, you turned to see the tear stricken face of Neville, he suddenly wrapped his arms around you.  The only intelligible words that you could make out was, “I’m sorry, y/n.”  The sound of him using your first name melted your heart as you pulled him close as well.  “I know what happened with Bellatrix.”  he finally said, gulping to catch air.  “Yeah, she’s caused enough pain in this world, someone had to stop it.”  you patted his shoulder, “Neville, I know this probably isn’t the best time to say this but I just want to tell you before I regret not saying anything…”  You took a second to take a deep breath before continuing, “I-I’ve always loved you, Longbottom.  I don’t know why I love you.  My name is the one thing that causes you so much pain and yet here I am, falling deeper and deeper in love with you and I’m so s-sorry I never meant to love you I just wanted to make up for my mother’s actions and yet…”  Neville cut you off, kissing your forehead and staring into your eyes, “I love you too y/n.  I never meant to be so harsh to you throughout the years but...I just couldn’t accept the fact that I had fallen in love with the daughter of the monster that tortured my parents...and yet here we are.”  He glanced down at your lips before looking back up as if for permission, you nodded as you leaned in closing the space, “I love you, Neville Longbottom.  Please don’t leave me.” you sobbed out, shoulders shaking from the sobs of stress and despair from all the pain you had felt in the short span of the war that felt like an eon, as Neville pulled you closer, “I promise to never hurt you or leave you, Lestrange.  I truly love you y/n Lestrange.”

[lastxviolet]

The Assistant - CH. 2

Description: Summary - Her sixth year at Hogwarts was supposed to be relatively peaceful but after an incident on the Hogwarts express, Violet Wilkes finds herself the newest target of the Weasley twins. This, combined with a dark family secret, and the Triwizard tournament, makes her first few months back more exciting and stressful than every year before.

pairing: George Weasley x Original Female Character

warnings: pg-13. slow burn, eventual smut hehe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28218804/chapters/69148695

Cool air stung her face as she followed Sadie off the train. They'd left London completely under the thumb of summer so the autumnal chill was entirely welcome. She sucked in the familiar earthy, forest air, relishing in the arrival at their destination, and shook the image of her family having dinner tonight without her while pushing through the crowd of students chatting loudly. The small Hogsmeade platform was hardly big enough to house them all so she quickened her pace, desperate to emerge from the pack before the crowd was shoulder to shoulder.

As she walked, she eyed the students around her hopefully. There was still one dear friend that she owned a greeting to but she hadn't seen her on the train. She searched the crowd making its way to the enchanted carriages at the beginning of the forest and spotted sporadic curls walking quickly behind a group of Gryffindors, a few feet in front of her.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Hermione Granger outside of their evenings in the library. Her almost two-year-long friendship with the witch wasn't necessarily a secret but it was certainly unexpected and not very well known.

It had been annoying at first, sharing her late-night library refuge with the young bushy-haired witch, until one night they talked so long that Madam Pince had found them asleep at the desks around sunrise. They'd crossed paths almost every night in the library since, spewing factoids, and quizzing each other but also sitting in comfortable silence. She would never admit it to her fellow Slytherin's but studying with Hermione always made her miss her younger sister a little less.

"Alright, Granger?" She called loudly enough to cut through the bleating crowd, accidentally making her friend jump a little. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley's necks snapped back towards her, ready to defend their friend, but relaxed and kept walking at the sight of her.

She scowled. If she had to see any more red hair today, she would vomit. She didn't mind Harry or Ron too much, not that she'd ever spoken more than a few sentences with them. But, by the way, they spoke to Hermione when they came to occasionally tear her away from the library, they didn't appreciate the brilliant witch nearly enough, which rubbed her the wrong way.

Hermione abandoned her red and gold crowd briefly to awkwardly hug her shoulders. "Violet!"

She had grown a bit taller over the summer and Violet no longer had to look down on her, now they stood face to face. Her tawny eyes were bright against her freckled skin. A summer of unwinding had done her some good.

"How was your summer," Hermione continued, smiling broadly.

"Excellent, and you," she asked into Hermione's signature curls, as the witch held her tight.

"Quite busy really, I have loads to tell you," she exclaimed. "I'll find you in the library, I've made some astounding discoveries in Arithmancy that I think you'll find interesting."

Hermione let go of her shoulder as Harry and Ron pulled her onto the enchanted carriage, landing next to Neville Longbottom, a particularly tragic Gryffindor.

"I can't wait to hear about advanced potions this year," she half shouted from her seat, waving as they rolled away towards the castle.

That's right, it was her sixth year so she finally got to be in the N.E.W.T level potions class, the most advanced potions course that Hogwarts offered. How had she forgotten? She silently thanked Hermione for the much needed happy thought.

"You'll be sick of hearing about it before Christmas!"

She smiled. Leave it to the Gryffindor to make her look on the bright side of things.

Sadie pulled her up to their carriage and nuzzled into her as they glided through the trees, cold air whipping any exposed skin.

If it weren't so cold, it would've been a nice walk. The Hogsmeade train station was close to the spot she occasionally wandered to in her free time. There were a few feet, closer to the lake where the various protection spells and other charms were weakest and her cassette tape player worked. She stared at it longingly as they passed by. It, and a few books, would be the closest she'd be to the muggle world for another year.

The Great Hall was already hustling and bustling with students scurrying to say hello to friends from other houses before the feast commenced, by the time they got there. The ceiling glowed ominous blue and black, mirroring the storm that was brewing outside. Below it, thousands of candles hovered, glittering the ornate gold accents and casting bright reflections around the room.

One more important hello left, she thought, as Sadie dragged them to their table.

She passed the Bloody Baron, shooting their house ghost a nod, and craned her neck to inspect the head table at the front of the room before sitting down.

Professor Snape was already glowering at the Slytherin table, inspecting them for appropriate behavior no doubt, so all she needed to do was raise her arm in a small wave to get his attention. It took only a second for his eyes to find her. She greeted him with a curt smile, to which he responded with a polite nod. His somber eyes lit up for just a moment at their interaction but it ultimately made no dent in his stoic expression, not that she expected much more than that. He was incredibly guarded, strict, and stoic but she respected him immensely.

"Did you see him?"

Sadie pulled her down to their seats.

She furrowed her brow in confusion. "See who?"

Sadie huffed slightly, aware that she hadn't been listening to her since they walked into the room.

"Graham Montague!"

She'd heard that name too many times come from Sadies mouth to be curious about what was on about. Their tumultuous fling for the past few years had been exhausting to hear about.

"Oh yes, sorry I see him, but I wish I couldn't," she rested her head in her hands and tried to look interested.

"He wrote me over the summer you know," Sadie continued, ignoring the dig. "I told him that he owed me five galleons for making me read his stupid ramblings."

The sound of thunder made the room jump as the clouds on the ceiling broke, signaling a night of rain. Impatience had never been a flaw of hers but silly, elongated ordeals like the first feast of the year brought out the feeling in full force. It was a huge fiasco that took forever. She tried to calm her anxiously bouncing knee but it was torture to be away from the library when it was raining. No one would be there to witness the water droplets ricocheting off the stained glass that contorted the sprawling green grounds outside, transforming the world into a Monet painting.

The front doors opened with a bang and she turned to watch the soaking wet first years scurry down the center aisle. Enchanted music swelled to greet them, much to the surprise of the muggle-born students. They looked like they'd stumbled into a dream as they registered the amount of magic swirling around them.

Her first year, she'd pinched herself the entire boat ride across the lake, waiting for the majestic castle to disappear and be replaced by her bedroom ceiling. Her father's descriptions of the castle and campus hadn't done it justice and she still found new things to marvel at from time to time. She wished there was a way to sneak a camera in next year so that she could capture her sisters reaction.

The festivities crawled at a snail's pace. She politely clapped along for every sorting, ignoring the pang of nerves in her gut when a few of the newly sorted Slytherins scampered over to greet Malfoy with a handshake, clearly aware of the pure-blood supremacy they were joining, and it's leader.

The others nervously stared at their plates, occasionally looking up to search for a friendly face, which she and Sadie were always happy to provide. It was tough, especially for those who were aware of Slytherin's reputation but had expected to be sorted into a different house. Tougher though, for those who had to learn the hard way. She pitied them, as she'd pitied herself. Her father didn't talk about the wizarding world much so she was left to piece together the dos and don'ts through old photos and whispers between her parents. It was a learning curve, especially coming from a muggle school but it took almost no time to realize that a simple green tie could be interpreted in terrible ways.

She glared at the sorting hat as a professor whisked it away.

The shrill noise of echoing metal against glass signaled the room to be quiet. Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat, effectively hushing the students. He extended his arms, the silver of his robes shimmered in the candlelight, as his soft eyes took in the room.

"I have only two words to say to you," he said, pausing pervasively. "Tuck in."

Dinner flooded onto the tables, appearing out of thin air. She craned her neck to watch the first years again, the shock on their faces was hilarious and would probably take a few more meals to disappear. The rest of the room was completely distracted by the lavish meal.

Finally.

"That's my cue," she whispered low enough for only Sadie to hear, turning to swing a leg over the bench.

"I don't think you can escape so easily."

She shot her friend a puzzled look before following her gaze towards the closed main doors, being guarded diligently by the caretaker, Filch.

"Bloody hell," she huffed, glancing around the buzzing room for an explanation. Sadie spotted the Bloody Baron again, making his way down the table and beckoned him to join them.

"Tell me, Baron," she mewed, smiling sweetly. "Why does Filch look like he'd tackle anyone who tried to leave?"

Even in his wispy white form, the Baron's eyes twinkled at the opportunity for gossip. You wouldn't expect it from his name but he had two soft spots; Slytherins and the chance to spread rumors.

"You didn't hear it from me Miss Baldock but the Headmaster wants everyone here for a special announcement at the end of dinner," he answered in nothing more than a whisper. "However, I would be willing to assist you, should you need to make a quick escape." He bared his teeth and shot a devilish glare at the caretaker.

So, she was stuck.

"Thank you Baron but that's alright, I'd hate to miss anything important," Violet insisted, resettling herself back on the bench.

"Suit yourself, Miss Wilkes, I might just go and do it anyway. Excuse me," the ghost floated back through the hall, giving them a mischievous wink.

She glanced back up to the head table. Other than a few more empty seats than normal, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Maybe he had some new professors to introduce? Or perhaps some new school rules to brief them on? Either way, the thought of being trapped was making her restless.

She pursed her lips in thought and begrudgingly returned to the one-sided conversation Sadie was having with her.

"As I was saying, if we don't have Care of Magical Creatures together I will have a fit."

She held her fork and picked at the food in front of her; trying and failing to enjoy herself.

"Oh Sadie, please tell me you're not still on about your obsession with Hagrid," she regarded her friend with a knowing glance.

"I am not ashamed of my lust for a big, daft man," Sadie said, pointing her chin towards the rest of the Slytherin table. "Lord knows none of these twigs could do the job — daft yes —but twigs none the less."

She laughed, easing the nerves in her torso. Sadie's pessimistic view of their house wasn't entirely wrong, the only exceptions were Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, two particularly porky fourth years who followed Malfoy around like puppies. Definitely not the big and dumb that Sadie was looking for.

She'd never really looked at anyone from her house as a romantic possibility. Very few gave her the time of day and the ones that did usually regretted it. Her short fuse and hot temper didn't mesh well with the haughty nature and overconfidence of most Slytherin boys.

She participated in bits of conversation here and there during dinner but was at her wit's end by the time dessert finished. The air shifted from excitement to agitation as the rest of the room finally noticed their inability to leave. Dumbledore must have sensed the unrest because not a moment later, he was situated at his podium in front of the head table.

"Now that we are all settled in a sorted, I'd like to make an announcement," his voice echoed through the hall and drowned out the inquisitive chatter. "This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. See, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, the Triwizard Tournament."

The conversation was instantaneous and ricocheted off of every surface. Students, mostly from wizarding families, picked their jaws up off the floor and tried to explain the exhilarating news to their less-informed peers, like herself.

The noise was enough to make her miss the train.

Over the twittering, Fred Weasley yelled, "You're JOKING," from the Gryffindor table and the room burst into a fit of laughter. Even Dumbledore struggled to stifle his giggle of delight.

"No, Mr. Weasley, I am not joking. Now for those of you who don't know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a magical contest."

Their headmaster paused dramatically, and then continued, seemingly satisfied with the awe-struck look on nearly everyone's faces.

"From each school, a single student is selected, and let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone. Trust me when I say, these contests are not for the faint-hearted." His voice turned eerily serious and a shudder rattled down her back.

So not a fun, light-hearted tournament then, she thought. It had been a shock to learn that most things in the wizarding world came with a good amount of danger, even some of the most common forms of travel were riddled with risk. She was an idiot to think that a school event would be any different. Just look at Quidditch.

"More of that later," he said, snapping out of the somber trance. "Now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies from the Bauxbatons Academy of Magic and their Head Mistress, Madame Maxine."

The doors finally opened and a group of girls clad in light blue silk strutted through, nearly appearing out of midair. She rose out of her seat slightly to watch them flit down the aisle between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, releasing blue butterflies with every step. Male voices erupted into cheers. Not surprisingly, the lewdest and loudest comments came from the Slytherin table.

Disgusting pricks had no respect. Not even for themselves.

"Blimey, I'd crack skulls if I were that big," Sadie gasped.

The giant Headmistress waltzed in behind her students, lead by Dumbledore.

"What a woman," she echoed, trying to tune out the embarrassing howls from her male peers as the French witches finished their show. She'd heard of other wizarding schools around the world but never expected to see their students in person.

She clapped along and admired the flattering Bauxbaton's school uniform. Who on earth had designed the grey and black Hogwarts uniform when other schools got that?

Maybe an all-girls school wouldn't have been such a bad idea.

"And now, our friends from the north," Dumbledore bellowed from the podium once more. "Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their headmaster, Igor Karkaroff."

With a bang, a group of large, tall, men strode into the hall sporting dark turtlenecks and fur coats. This time it was Sadie shouting lewd comments over the crowd.

"Bloody hell I think I'm going to slide off my seat," Sadie said breathlessly, pretending to grip her arm for support. "Guess I won't have to settle for Hagrid this year!"

She couldn't help but smile and laugh at the unconventional, scandalous humor of her friend.

The Durmstrang boy's faces were stoic and brooding, clearly, the cold northern winters were less kind to soft adolescent features. She wondered how they could be the same age as anyone at Hogwarts.

Sparks poured from the ends of their walking sticks, each strike leaving scorch marks on the stone floor. Gasps echoed through the hall as their quick pace eventually turned into a run, with some bounding forward to show off incredible acrobatics before joining the Bauxbaton girls at the front of the hall. Cheers turned into low murmurs as a man, who she guessed was their headmaster, walked into the room with a very stoic and large boy at his side.

"Fuck me," Sadie muttered. "That's Victor Krum. I can't believe my eyes. He's even better looking in person."

Violet tore her eyes from the pair strutting down the main aisle. "In person? What do you mean?"

"Quidditch of course," she snapped. "He almost won Bulgaria the Quidditch World Cup just last week. It's a wonder how he even has time for school."

Figured. Her father didn't even follow muggle sports, let alone wizarding ones. She'd successfully avoided the Quidditch pitch for a majority of games and could barely name a single ball.

The three headmasters met at Dumbledores podium, but the room was still abuzz, eyeing the celebrity excitedly.

This was her chance.

"Fill me in later," she said, swinging her legs over the bench, once more, to hop up from the table. She crouched and ran, hoping to go unnoticed.

"You're a real bore you know that," was all she heard before a rogue lighting bolt from the enchanted ceiling above helped her slip out the door without interruption.

Filch didn't notice her disappearance and she heard the doors slam closed when she was a few feet away. The noise was canceled immediately. The silence was a relief after nearly an entire day of chaos.

She marched towards the library, trying to stick to the shadows as much as possible, as she didn't normally go out of her way to break the rules like this. The halls were empty except for a few raging fireplaces, lighting her way and the occasional preoccupied ghost.

The isolation was heavenly.

She pressed a hand to the library door and pushed. Locked. Of course. Madam Pince was still at the feast, she thought, pressing her wand to the door.

Alohomora

The unlocked doors opened with a loud groan signaling that no one had been there all summer. The long room with mazes of books, desks, couches, and chairs was stale and less inviting in its dark state, than it normally was, fully lit and busy.

Incendio

She smiled. The familiar flickering orange glow illuminated the room and extinguished the final bit of nerves left from the train ride and annoyingly long feast.

One,

Two,

Three…

She counted the bookcases diligently. It took 40 to get to the hidden alcove at the end of the hall but even if she lost count, she'd know her plush, velvet chair anywhere.

No one except for Hermione ever wandered that deep into the library so the long walk was well worth the refuge and privacy that it allowed.

The sound of rain echoed through the shelves and high ceilings, creating a loud repetitive sound, only interrupted by her thudding footsteps on the rug. She dodged a few self-sorting books, enchanted to move on their own, but other than that, there was no movement.

Thirty-eight,

Thirty-nine,

Forty.

Relief.

The large wingback velvet chair in the corner welcomed her back with a familiar creak and groan as she nestled into her favorite spot. Nothing about the sanctuary had changed. Her chair, the oversized couch, and Hermione's long wooden desk with a few matching chairs sat exactly where they had been when she'd left in June. Satisfied with the familiar surroundings, she turned her attention to the large window. The colors outside were much less vibrant as darkness cascaded over the campus but at least she could still make out the last of a purple and pink sunset reflecting off of the lake.

Accio

A copy of Advanced Potions came barreling out of a bookcase too far away for her to see and landed in her outstretched hand. The familiar purple cover reminded her of all the ways that the castle felt like home.

The first time Snape had given her a copy of this textbook was during her fourth year. She'd worked through it late into the night for almost the entire term, only being befuddled by a few of the more time-consuming recipes. The look on Snape's face as she'd presented him with a box of vials containing the completed potions just before Christmas break, was the closest she'd ever seen him smile.

The pages were crisp as she flipped idly through the instructions, much different than her worn copy, and decided on the chapter about love potions.

After a few hours of leisurely reading, she battled the heaviness of her eyelids in vain. She nodded awake, surrendering to her need for sleep, and muttered a spell to return the book to its place. The library was still entirely undisturbed as she made her way to the door sleepily.

The sound of heels clicking over the whirling wind and rain against the windows signaled Madam Pince's return at the entrance of the library.

"I just cannot keep you away," the librarian said, letting her pass. "Is Granger back there as well or can I lock up for the night?"

Violet grinned. "Nope, just me, and I'll be out of your hair until tomorrow."

The generally stern woman shot her a wink and closed the door behind her. Madam Pince had probably seen enough of her to last an entire lifetime but she always made it seem like she was pleased to see her every time. Violet wondered if it was genuine.

Her exhaustion escaped her as she stepped out into the hallway, finding it in a state of disarray with her peers abuzz, running from one group to another, all gossiping about the Triwizard tournament.

Darting back down the main hall, she dodged running Prefects, and giggling underclassmen, sticking to the wall to avoid any familiar faces. Even on a normal day, it was quite easy to disappear in the vast castle and busy hallways. Steering clear of wandering eyes only took a step into a shadow here, or a quiet shuffle behind a babbling group, there. Which is just what she did as she made her way through the corridor. Only a few more paces of being invisible and she'd be back in the dungeon.

The energy in the hall practically rattled the stone walls. She couldn't fight the feeling that she'd missed something else important. She wondered if she was correct, and if leaving early had been worth it. The answer came as soon as the thought passed her mind, as a familiar voice boomed through the hall.

"They can't do that!" George Weasley yelled. "We're seventeen in April, why can't we have a shot?"

Her heart race quickened as the redhead and nearly half of Gryffindor house came into view only a few feet away.

"They're not stopping me from entering," Fred waved his arms wildly next to his brother. "The champions'll get to do all sorts of stuff you'd never be allowed to do normally. And a thousand Galleons prize money!"

Of course, they wanted to enter. There was no doubt in her mind that a Gryffindor would be chosen as the school's champion. They had a tendency for danger, and for proving bravery. She stayed in the shadows but watched the pack's trajectory closely, fearing that it might intersect with hers.

Hermione trailed behind the group, ushering them towards the moving staircase, and pestering them about being the last ones to make it to the common room. The young witch always looked at her whits end around her friends. How she had the energy to herd cats, was a mystery.

Violet accidentally caught her eye and picked up her pace, hoping to escape the group of extroverts with a smile and a nod.

"Violet," Hermione called as they crossed paths. "Can you believe the news about the tournament? Are you thinking about entering? You're seventeen aren't you?"

It would have been easy to lose them in the crowd but she couldn't be rude to her friend. Even if she was accompanied by a pack of lions. Begrudgingly, she peeled herself out of the shadows and met them in the middle of the hall.

"Not until October," she admitted to the group, all of which had their eyes on her. They were significantly less intimidating than her own house, but annoying all the same. The Weasley twins appeared to her left but she refused to meet their eyes.

How was it possible to avoid their hi-jinx for nearly five years, and now, she'd seen them three times on their very first day back, twice before they'd even made it to the castle. Well, she thought, bad things always come in threes so this would surely be the last time having to speak with them.

"The tournament doesn't start until after Halloween so you'll be just in time," Hermione said in an awkward tone, clearly sensing her apprehension. The encounter was uncomfortable but she appreciated the interesting revelation about an age limit. It certainly explained the prominent maturity of the students from the other schools.

The twins pushed between her and Hermione before she could answer.

Her heart rate spiked slightly. The devilish look in their eyes from when they'd entered her train car had returned. Were they going to confront her about the incident? Make her do something worse and in front of everyone?

"An older woman then," George sneered, still looking rather burnt about their previous encounter.

"Whaddya say, Wilkes? Do us a favor and put our names in the Goblet?" Fred echoed.

He loomed over her, his eyebrows arched in question and mouth stretched from ear to ear. She doubted he'd ever held his tongue in a conversation this long, and appreciated the show of restraint.

Regardless, she rolled her eyes. "And watch you get yourself killed?" She took a step around the boisterous twin and squeezed Hermione's hand in a silent goodbye. "I'd be happy to."

The Gryffindors laughed at Fred's protests but she ignored them, pushing through the group, regretting leaving the announcement too early.

She practically flew down the dungeon stairs, happy to have escaped from the interaction with minimal worlds. Freezing air and the smell of stone and musk welcomed her underground. It was good to be back.

The Slytherin common room door came into view and her excitement fizzled. A long summer away had made the putrid password, slip from her mind.

This was, perhaps, when she envied other houses the most. They all changed their common room passwords with the seasons, or just for fun; ad-libbing silly meaningless phrases to make homesick first years laugh as they entered their home away from home.

Not theirs though.

It stayed the same, year after year. She kept it hidden in her subconscious, only acknowledging it for the split second it took to open the common room door. Even then, she tried to regard it as meaningless, simply an old-fashioned tradition that refused to die, but deep down she knew what it was.

Submission.

A forced admission of blood superiority so that everyone knew, regardless of house, who was meant to submit to who. The sour taste lessened the more times she said it throughout the years but the first time back was always the worst.

Her lips curled and teeth bared in order to force her tongue to spit it out.

Pureblood

The stone slab slid away, revealing the elegant stone, leather, and green velvet common room within. She shook off the cloud of disgust and wove through a sea of familiar faces chatting and hanging off of couches and chairs. A group of seventh-year boys boasted loudly to the room about how they would bring Slytherin glory by winning the tournament.

She sucked her lips to her teeth and swallowed a smile. These purebred, pampered, prats wouldn't last a day in the muggle world, let alone with actual beasts, she thought.

Sadie practically pounced on her as soon as she pushed open the door marked Wilkes & Baldock. Despite her roommate's animated pestering, their new two-person suite, a perk for upperclassmen, was quite peaceful. Emerald sheets, curtains, and pillows, accented by dark wood furniture and adorned with silver knick-knacks, memorabilia from alumni past, made the room quite cozy.

She looked around the room once more before submitting to Sadie's chatter.

"Alright, what did I miss?"

"Could you have taken any longer? I've been back for ages," she scolded, pacing back and forth while trying to hold a straight face. "Sometimes I wonder what you would do if I wasn't always waiting around to fill you in on stuff."

She smiled at Sadies attempt to be withholding, especially with such clearly juicy information. Keeping secrets was not her specialty, not that Violet minded. Her lack of scandalous behavior ensured that she only ever got to reap the rewards of her friend's knack for gossip and weakness for babbling.

"But you are," she reminded her.

Sadies half-hearted scowl cracked. "Good point Vi," she said with a bemused grin. "Okay, where do I even begin to begin?"

Violet made herself comfortable in a pile of throws and cushions on the floor and listened attentively in order to correctly adorn Sadies dramatic retelling with appropriate gasps of shock, and bursts of laughter.

It wasn't that Violet didn't like to talk, because she did, but Sadies ramblings were somewhat comforting to her. It relieved her of the pressure to be entertaining, or the center of attention. She liked how relaxed she could be, as her friend had no expectations for her to fill the silence.

She'd missed the arrival of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who had quelled the stray lighting that had covered her escape. Sadie hadn't caught his name but he was apparently very strange looking, not an unusual trait for the rather cursed position in recent years.

Sadie's face lit up as she recounted the looks of shock from everyone in the room when the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation from the Ministry of Magic had stepped forward to warn them about the real dangers of the tournament, and deliver the bad news of the age limit.

Real dangers, she thought. What had they been dealing with beforehand?

Their school definitely seemed more pampered than the Durmstrang's. Surely no one at Hogwarts stood a chance against these men somehow passing for teenagers, who looked like they'd seen worse things on their walk to class than they had in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She didn't even want to fathom the skill hidden behind the pleasant French faces from Beauxbatons.

She couldn't think of a single person at Hogwarts who might fare favorably against the dangerous tasks that had been alluded to. She wouldn't stand a chance unless she could bring a potions kit and be allotted weeks on end to brew. Maybe Hermione, but she was much too busy. If the twins did indeed find a way to enter, they wouldn't stand a chance at surviving, unless the monsters they faced liked pranks and bad jokes.

"Obviously I am going to enter," Sadie said. "I mean I've basically fought half the school already. And I'll take any chance I can get for those Drum — whatever, boys to fawn over me."

Strangely enough, it wasn't Sadie's worst idea.

"I'll happily and safely cheer you on from the stands," she assured her friend. "And help you cheat of course."

Sadie squealed in delight and continued her lecture, only stopping when she noticed how difficult it was for Violet to keep her eyes open.

They changed for bed, and Violet whispered an incantation to turn off the lights, ignoring Sadies not so silent departure from the room shortly after. Probably sneaking off somewhere to argue and then subsequently make out with Graham Montague for the millionth time.

Sleep came for her quickly, and she gladly joined it, despite the ominous impending images of Death Eaters and Dark Marks.

[wandsandwheezes]

Sparks Fly | N.L

MERRY XMAS LOVES I AM SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU <3

It’s my first ever neville fic and its a soulmates au for my secret santa gift to @probably-peeves​ <3 I hope you enjoy my love and have a very merry christmas 🥰

Growing up you never believed in soulmates. You had often made passing comments that you thought the notion was utter crap: no one person could ever be a ‘perfect’ match, even if they were how would you find them out of all the people on earth? You’d reserved yourself to marrying whoever came along, even if you loved them very much the idea that you’d have ended up together because you were ‘soulmates’ made you laugh. A friend however got you to look at it from the perspective that it wasn’t just one soulmate but multiple people that could be, changing depending on your life path and choices. It seemed way less impossible than trying to find that one perfect person.

The day you knew soulmates existed came like the biggest surprise. Stressed beyond belief, you were storming around Diagon Alley trying to find the perfect gift for your parent’s wedding anniversary. It was ironic the way that love seemed to find you while you searched for something to give the two people who you thought shared the most amount of love in the world. 

The sudden downpour of rain as the heavens opened above you pushed you to seek shelter in one of the shops, as you reached to open the door it swung towards you, sending you flying backwards and back out into the rain. Hearing a quick gasp and a string of apologies as the boy, who had sent you hurling backwards like you’d been thrown off a broom, approached you. He reached his hand out to help you up and as you took it thankfully you felt like a thousand sparks of electricity had filled you from head to toe. It was him.

“Godric, you’re beautiful.” The boy breathed out in one long exhale, clearly feeling that same spark that you had felt moments earlier. You scanned his face, seeing his eyes widen at the confession that fell from his lips, one he thought that was sealed shut in his mind. He was gorgeous; loving eyes, nervous smile, rain soaked hair. He looked like a dream, hell, this interaction felt like a dream. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

It was only when he spoke again, a laugh falling from his lips as a blush consumed his features, that you realised the man whose body you were pressed against. Neville Longbottom. He was the bravest man you knew, not that you knew him well or even at all but you were there at the battle to witness him stand up to the monster that most people were scared to even utter the name of. He slayed Nagini like it was nothing to him and yet here he was standing before you; your soulmate and you both felt it. 

You were smiling up at the boy whose eyes searched for a sign in yours, an indicator that you felt those same feelings in the pit of your stomach. Instincts taking over as your hand ran through the rain-dampened hair at the back of his head. He knew you felt it, but he didn’t kiss you, just hugged you. Pulled tight into his chest you felt the resolution that you thought you’d never feel. Something in your life had led to you and Neville being here at this very moment to catch you and you were thankful for that.

With every date, kiss, gift, hug, touch and word you found yourself falling more and more in love with Neville Longbottom. His kiss was soft, sweet and tender, he could never find the right words to express his love so he showed it in his actions; lending a hand, helping you relax or even just a conversation about the stresses of your day. He was perfect in every way, like a piece of your soul that you had been searching for your whole life yet now you had been reunited you were inseparable and unable to be without each other. 

“I come bearing gifts!” Your Boyfriend of now two years hums as he walks into the room, carrying a tray in his hands. He places it down on the bed, presenting you with a warm meal, likely prepared for you while you slept soundly in your shared bed. His cooking was always to die for, warming you up better than any hot drink or heat pad could, no matter the temperature of the food. Things like this would set you up for a fantastic day, only to return to your lover’s arms.

The way he would hold you would always bring you back to the day in the rain where you realised that eternal feeling that clung to your every breath. Looking into his eyes you felt every ounce of his love pouring from them and you never wanted it to stop. You were addicted, never wanting that passion and happiness to end, even when you weren’t with him. 

“What are you thinking about, love?” He noticed that you had stopped reading your book, only staring blankly at the same page, his hand coming up to smooth down your hair as he pulled your head to rest in the crook of his neck as your body curled into his. 

“Us, Nev, I can’t stop thinking about how in love with you I am.”  You murmured softly against his skin, his other hand moved to rest on top of yours, sending a wave of comfort through you. When you fell for him you weren’t searching for love but with Neville, it was so easy to do and it came in the most unlikely way. He was your soulmate and you would love each other till the day you died. 

[randomfandomimagine]

It took me a while, but I’m finally here with my celebration for reaching the incredible milestone that is 9k followers, I’m celebrating with a special event: drabble prompts for underrated characters! 🎉✨ 

They are basically drabbles and prompts put together, since they’re formatted like a drabble but requested with a prompt provided, in this case them being tropes we all love. There is an additional twist, it being that this celebration will be focusing on underrated characters, being it a combination of characters that deserve more love as well as some characters that haven’t been requested much and that I’m inspired for.

While this celebration is happening, THE OTHER REQUESTS WILL BE CLOSED so I can focus on writing these without getting overwhelmed.

REQUEST A DRABBLE PROMPT:

Choose up to three prompts from the tropes list below

Choose one character from the list (include full name and fandom!)

Include the relationship with reader (platonic, romantic, familial...)

Please include the trope(s) as well as the number(s) chosen

I'll accept up to 2 requests per person, but send each one in different asks!!

Request example: Ron Weasley (HP) with trope 2, ‘bed sharing’ + romantic

Ask me any questions you may have before requesting, please!!

THIS EVENT WILL BE OPEN FROM THE 29TH OF AUGUST TO THE 5TH OF SEPTEMBER.

Under the cut are the tropes and characters you can choose from.

TROPES

Fake dating

Bed sharing

Hurt / comfort

Emotional hurt / comfort

Angst

Tooth rotting fluff

Sickfic

Whump

Domestic

Found family

I hate everyone but you

Love at first sight

Friends to lovers

Hand holding

Enemies to lovers

Secret dating

Mutual pining

Idiots in love

Battle couple

Forbidden love

Sharing clothes

Height difference

Accidental marriage

Accidental confession

Childhood friends to lovers

Catching them singing

Walking in on them changing

Kissing to blend in

Bodyguard dynamics

Strangers to lovers

CHARACTERS

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zuko

Sokka

Katara

Aang

Toph

Suki

Detroit: Become Human

Connor

Markus

Kara

Luther

Disney

Nani Pelekai

Hercules

Mulan

Li Shang

Tarzan

Rapunzel

Flynn Rider

Doctor Who

Ninth Doctor

Rose Tyler

Martha Jones

Donna Noble

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

Ferris Bueller

Sloane Peterson

Final Fantasy VII

Zack Fair

Barret Wallace

Final Fantasy XV

Cindy Aurum

Nyx Ulric

Friends

Chandler Bing

Monica Geller

Phoebe Buffay

Ghost of Tsushima

Jin Sakai

Yuna

Harry Potter 

Hagrid

Neville Longbottom

Nymphadora Tonks

Ron Weasley

Remus Lupin (specify younger or older)

Viktor Krum

Cedric Diggory

Howl’s Moving Castle

Howl Pendragon

Sophie Hatter

John Wick

John Wick

Kingsman

Eggsy Unwin

Merlin

Harry Hart

Roxy Morton

Lord of the Rings

Faramir

(Young) Bilbo Baggins

Marvel

Wade Wilson

Miles Morales

Johnny Storm

Gwen Stacey

MCU

Shuri

Clint Barton

Lady Sif

Bruce Banner

Peggy Carter

Happy Hogan

Pietro Maximoff

Thor Odinson

Carol Danvers

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Everett Ross

Merlin

Guinevere

Lady Mithian

Lancelot

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

I honestly don’t know if people even remember I write for this fandom, but I miss writing for it

Gavin

Kiro

Victor

Lucien

New Girl

Nick Miller

Cece Parikh

Winston Bishop

Pirates of the Caribbean

Elizabeth Swann

James Norrington

Henry Turner

Sherlock

John Watson

Star Wars

I know these are popular characters, but I hardly ever get Star Wars requests

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Finn

Poe Dameron

Rey

Stranger Things

Nancy Wheeler

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

The Legend of Zelda

Link

The Mummy

Rick O’Connell

Evelyn Carnahan

The Witcher

Renfri

Triss

To All The Boys

John Ambrose McClaren

Uncharted

Nathan Drake

Sam Drake

Tagging some mutuals 😊: @swanimagines @lotsoffandomimagines @lotsoffandomstoimagine @jammesbarnnes @moonlit-imagines @hannaswritingblog @lxncelot @musicallisto @locke-writes @emcon-imagines @imaginesbyella @imaginesbymk @cactiem @wittybrity @thereagles @sheimagineddragons

[prettyboyoongs]

Practice for You | Ron Weasley

Ron knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. You had been off for the past few weeks, and it was really starting to worry him. He had asked you about it a few times, but after you stormed off with tears in your eyes last week, he decided not to push you any further. Instead, he’d just stay by your side and listen when you were ready to confide in him.

“Hey, you.” Ron whispered softly, his large hand resting on the small of your back. You snapped your head up, his presence pulling you out of your own head. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, your heart fluttering when he bent down to place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Hey.” You replied with a small voice, your cheeks heating up when you felt his hand began to move in small, comforting circles.

“Do you wanna hang out tonight? Hermione is helping Harry study for something, and he probably won’t be back until late. We can watch movies, if you want.” Ron smiled down at you, his smile fading slowly as he noticed your facial expression.

Your stomach twisted at his words and you gulped, trying to figure out what to say. You backed away from your boyfriend nervously, his hand falling from your back. Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he went to open his mouth to speak, but you already started. “I think—”

“Hey, lovebirds,” Draco called from down the hallway. You turned around to look at him, nervousness bubbling in your stomach. Ron reached out and grabbed your elbow, pulling you closer to him. You let him pull you back, and you let him hold you against his side. “How’s the practice going, Y/L/N?”

Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at you in confusion. “Practice? Practice for what?”

Draco gasped dramatically, making you roll your eyes. Your heart was starting to pound in your chest, and you just wanted to scream. You wished you would of locked that damn door. “You don’t know? Wow, Weasley. Some boyfriend you are.”

Ron’s blood boiled and he poked at his cheek with his tongue, not even noticing his grip on your waist was tightening. He may not have noticed, but you definitely did.

“Have you not noticed how much time she’s been spending with Longbottom, or did you just not care? Cause’ if I was her boyfriend, I most definitely would of done something about it,” Draco smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I guess we’re different, aren’t we, Weasley?”

Ron scoffed at his words. “Yeah, we are different. I don’t get jealous as easy as you, because I know my place to Y/N and I know where our relationship stands. She’s allowed to have friends, you know? Besides, you and I both know who Neville is and he’s the sweetest guy on this damn planet, so I really don’t know who you’re trying to fool, here.”

Your eyes began to fill up with tears, and your hand traveled to the one gripping at your hip. You used all your might to pry his fingers apart, and once he got the hint, he allowed you to slide your fingers in between his— squeezing them tightly when your hands were held together. He didn’t know what you wanted to say or what was going through your mind, but he knew you wanted to say something.

“Hey, I never said he wasn’t a good guy,” Draco shrugged, holding his hands up in surrender. “I was just saying. If my girlfriend would be sneaking around to dance with another dude three bloody times a week, I’d be pretty upset— but maybe that’s just me.”

You felt Ron’s hand slip from yours, and he pulled away from you just enough to look down at you. Seeing your teary eyes and blotched cheeks, he just assumed you were guilty of doing just what Draco said. Ron stood there silently, his chest aching and his fists clenched as he stared deep into your eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll leave you to it. See you around!” Draco smirked, walking past them to leave the two alone in the hallway.

“Ron—” You tried, your voice breaking and becoming weak within seconds. Your heart broke when Ron laughed sarcastically, shaking his head while looking at you up and down.

“Don’t try to come by tonight,” He snarled, making the tears finally fall from your eyes. You went to reach out your hand to pull at his robes, but he pushed your hand away harshly. “Stop. Just go, will you? Why don’t you go find your little boyfriend and dance with him some more.”

His words pierced your heart, and you stepped closer to him but he just pushed right past you, pushing his shoulder into yours as he passed you. You let out a small sob, turning around to watch him as he walked down the hall. “Ron!”

You had tried to talk to him since this morning, but he refused to talk to you. You sat in your seat in potions class, staring at him with a heavy heart and swollen eyes. He turned to look at you, catching your eyes. Your breath hitched, and you went to smile, but he just glared at you before turning away. You felt your heart crush again.

When class ended, you hurried to grab your things to catch up with Ron. You might of made it, too, if Neville didn’t stand in your way with that heartwarming smile plastered on his face. “Hey, Y/N,” He cheered, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “We still on for tonight? I think this might be the last practice, considering how well you’re doing.”

You looked past his shoulder, catching eyes with Ron. He looked like he just got stabbed in the heart a million times. You expected him to run away, but he kept his eyes glued on the two of you. You gulped and looked back at Neville, who was waiting patiently for your response. “Y-yeah, sure. Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Great! I’ll see you at seven, then?” He asked, making you nod. He smiled at you once more before turning around and walking towards the door. “Oh, hey, Ron!” He waved on his way out. Ron just stared at him, watching as he skipped out of the classroom.

Your heart dropped in your stomach, and you felt your breathing quicken when Ron started storming towards you. His eyes were dark and sad, and his face was tight. “You’re mental, you know that? Absolutely mental!”

You sighed in frustration. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about; you don’t understand!”

Ron smirked, the expression so cold it made you shiver. “I understand everything very clearly. Now it’s your turn to understand— we’re over.”

His words made your stop in your tracks. Your eyes widened, and your heart fell to your stomach. Your grip on your books tightened, your lip trapped between your teeth to stop your tears from falling. Ron grinned at your reaction, making things a million times harder for you.

You stood there in silence, watching as he shook his head at you in disapproval, his pretty eyes watery and angry. Your mouth was agape, and all you wanted was to chase after him and tell him the truth— but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak. You just watched him as he left you alone in the classroom, wiping a few tears off of his cheeks before walking in the hallway.

You had eventually brought yourself back to reality a few hours later, and you were just angry at this point. You wished he would of just listened to you; you wished he would of just trusted you and stayed instead of running away.

You entered the Common Rooms with your bag slung over your shoulder. Your eyes fell on Neville in an instant. You smiled at him softly, waving at him. “Hey! You ready?”

Neville looked at you with worried eyes, gulping at your enthusiasm. He blinked in confusion, wanting to ask if you were alright after hearing what had happened between you and Ron nearly six hours earlier. He decided against speaking about it, nodding silently instead.

You were glad he hadn’t asked about it. That’s all anyone was talking about— You and Ron. Ron and you. You. Ron. Oh, how you missed that red-headed fucker.

You set your bag on the floor and began to take your jacket off while Neville set up the music. You tried to ignore the ache in your chest when the song began, but it was impossible. The song Ron had told you about when you first started dating; he had told you it had reminded him of you. The song has been meaningful for the both of you since.

You cleared your throat, pushing your hair behind your ear as you walked up to Neville. “Remember, play with the ends of my hair every so often; Ron likes that.” Neville reminded you, regretting it almost immediately after saying it.

You gulped, eyes burning with tears as you followed his instructions. Your heart clenched when you felt Neville’s hands at the small of your back— Ron’s favorite place to put his hands on you.

The bridge of the song began, making your wall break. You pulled away from Neville quickly, grabbing at your hair as you let out a small sob. “Oh, Y/N..” Neville whispered. “I’m sorry. We don’t have to do this anymore, you know. I mean, there’s no point if—”

You cut him off. “I have to be good for him, Nev! The ball is in a month, and I’ve been practicing this for so long. You’ve helped me so much, Neville, and I’m so grateful for that. Truly. L-Look, you really don’t have to help me, anymore, if you don’t want to. It’s okay. I understand. It’d make me feel weird, too.”

Neville just frowned, his eyes saddening as he watched you wipe at your face furiously. You faked a large smile before sniffling, fixing your hair. “I, uh.. I should probably go; it’s been a long day.” You muttered weakly, smiling gratefully at Neville when he nodded in understanding.

You grabbed your jacket and your bag, throwing them on as quickly as you could before you had a breakdown in front of Neville. You exhaled heavily when you rounded the corner, throwing your bag onto the floor. “Fuck.” Muffled sobs sounded throughout the hallway, your face buried in your folded knees.

“Darling..” You gasped at the familiar voice, snapping your head up quickly, your hands rushing to wipe at your face. Ron’s heart ached as he met your swollen and red eyes, trying his hardest not to smile when he noticed your pupils began to dilate. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, reaching forward to grab your bag. Ron got there first, lifting it up and putting it over his shoulder.

You glared at him when he outstretched his hand towards you, a small tear falling down your cheek. “Baby..” Ron sighed at the sight, bending his knees to be at your height. Your breath hitched at the petname and how close he was to you, and your heart twisted in your chest. You squeezed your eyes tight, turning your head so you didn’t have to see him. “I’m sorry, okay?”

You scoffed, turning back to look at him. “Oh, yeah. I’m sure you are, Weasley.”

Ron ignored your sarcasm and let your bag drop to the floor, his now empty hands reaching for yours. Your heart rate sped at his touch, and you bit your lip to try to hold back your tears. “Why have you been dancing in the Common Room with Neville?” He asked, although his tone made it sound like he already knew the answer.

“Ron—” You started.

“Tell me. I want to hear it from you.” Ron interrupted, his voice wavering but still coming off as strong. His grip on your hand tightened, and you squeezed his fingers nervously. “It’s okay.” He whispered almost silently.

You sighed, gulping before speaking. “I-I asked Neville to teach me how to dance so I wouldn’t make a total fool out of myself at the dance. I even told him the things that you like and the things you do so it would be perfect when the time came; I would know what to do and where to put my hands and how to make myself not look so bloody mental.”

Ron smiled at your words, his chest burning with infatuation. He said nothing, just grabbed your jaw to pull you in for a kiss. Your breath hitched when his lips molded perfectly with yours, taking a second to comprehend what was happening before you kissed back. Ron pulled back after a minute or so, leaning his forehead against yours as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear softly. “I’m so sorry, okay? I should of asked you about it instead of just believing whatever he said. It broke my heart to end things and to walk away from you, but I was just so scared. I was confused. I didn’t know what to do, but I’m sorry.”

You smiled at his words, your eyes tearing up once again. You snaked your hand around the back of his head to reach the ends of his pretty red hair, toying with them just like he liked. “You are a complete idiot, Weasley.” You whispered.

Ron chuckled, rubbing your jaw with his thumb. “Yeah? Well, then, I guess I’m your idiot, huh?”

[yndmxlfoy]

“Don’t let the Muggles get you down.”

Draco Malfoy

Rebound*

Harry just broke up with you and in the midst of your anger, you run into someone you didn’t want to see.

Rough *

they're enemies but deep down theres a sexual tension and one day theyre on vacation and have to stay in one room together

Brat *

gryffindor!reader makes draco cum in potions class and he fucks her in a quidditch cupboard to teach her some manners.

Yet, only we knew *

reader and draco go out for dinner with a few friends and draco fingers reader under reader. soon takes reader to the bathroom edging her.

Common Room *

you and draco having sex in the common room and someone walks in.

Bumpy Ride *

Draco and reader hate each other. What will happen when their friends take them on a road trip in the muggle world and they have to sit together the whole trip to the beach?

George Weasley

Secret Summer Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Secret Relationship with George

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Expecto Patronum

With everything that is happening due to the return of Voldemort, a scary storm is the last straw for Y/N. Luckily, Neville is there to comfort them and make them forget all their fears.

2:00 am Part 1 | Part 2 *

in which neville & the reader have an interesting text conversation at 2 in the morning. (AU with phones!)

[impossibly-cold-collector]

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Theodore Nott, Minerva McGonagall, Portrait Severus Snape, Colin Creevey, Neville Longbottom, Antonin Dolohov, Hannah Abbott, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Andromeda Black Tonks, Teddy Lupin, Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Malcolm Baddock, Moaning Myrtle, Rita Skeeter, Millicent Bulstrode Additional Tags: Eventual Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fights, Snogging, Un-negotiated D/s, Very mild d/s, Rebuilding Hogwarts, Post-War, Romance, Slow Burn, Pining, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Angst and Feels, Friendship, Magical Theory, Peril, Minor Violence, Falling In Love, Love/Hate, First Time, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

The war is over and Harry has returned to help rebuild Hogwarts. He longs to move forwards, but the past refuses to let him go. The castle is full of ghosts: haunting nightmares, the deaths he couldn't prevent, and the age-old rivalry that Draco Malfoy seems determined to maintain.