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Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 6.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

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Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, p in v sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Mentions of dominant behaviour. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Love potions? But none are actually used.

Just a whole load of Weasley family fluff for you all before the dirty Freddie stuff begins 🤍

The next week carried on much the same, with classes, quidditch games and time spent with your friends. After receiving a week long detention for whatever prank they'd decided to pull this week, you had hardly seen the twins apart from mealtimes when you were forced to hide the nature of your relationship from your friends.

Monday morning rolled around and instead of dressing in your robes and gathering your potion books, you were packing up the last remaining items into your little trunk, ready to spend the week's holiday at the Burrow. Hermione and Harry would also be joining the Weasley's again, though Hermione was only staying for a few days until she went home to her parents.

You'd initially all planned to go back Saturday morning but Molly had sent an owl to Ginny, letting you know that her and Arthur had to make an emergency visit to great-aunt Muriel and asked for you all to arrive Monday instead. Fred was livid, having planned his weekend in advance with you, though he'd not told you any details. You'd managed to talk him round and George had formidably offered for him to spend the day with you on whatever day he wanted, knowing that he had you last week. Fred had managed to calm down after that and had agreed to George's counter offer, though he was still a little tetchy about it.

A knock at the door made you pause your packing as you shouted out for the caller to enter. In walked Fred, closely followed by George, who both seemed too awake for this early in the morning.

"Your tea mi'lady," George smiles, bowing his head as he passes you a steaming cup of tea.

"Why thank you kind sir, your token is much appreciated," you joked back, grabbing the cup of tea from his hands and moving forward to place a kiss on his lips. He smiles down at you with a look of pure love and kisses your forehead as you place the tea on your bedside table to let it cool.

"A grateful blowjob would also be much appreciated," he chuckles, causing you to whack him in the arm. He laughs, as does Fred, and grumbles under his breath about it being 'worth a shot'.

"So why does he get all the kisses?" Fred whines like a child. You turn and laugh, seeing his bottom lip pushed out.

"He brought tea," you reasoned cheekily only for Fred to let out a dramatic gasp. You couldn't deny him any longer and moved towards him to give him a sweet kiss. His arms wrapped around you, refusing to let go as he planted more kisses over your face as you squealed.

"I have to pack!" You said, breaking free from him and moving towards your trunk whilst the boys threw themselves down on your bed, absently levitating a quill between them as they watched you pack.

"So are you looking forward to it?" George asks, watching you closely as you pack up your toiletry bag.

"Of course, watching the sunrise over the hills, your mum's cooking and your dad asking me 10,000 questions about aeroplanes- can't wait," you laughed, prompting them to chuckle too.

"Wish we could be open about everything though," George says, the conversation suddenly turning a little downward. Fred nodded his head agreeing with his brother and you silently agreed too, knowing how hard it would be to have to pretend again that you were all just friends in front of everyone.

"Let's just not think about it," Fred says, trying to divert the conversation, "see it this way mate," he says turning his attention to George, "if mum thinks we're just friends with y/n/n, we can get up to so much more. If she was a girlfriend she'd be locked away with Ginny and Hermione the whole time!"

He did have a point, you thought. George seemed to get onboard with this way of thinking pretty quickly and immediately went back to pestering you again.

"That reminds me, I'm having a sleepover with Ginny this week, whatever day we're not doing something," you said, trying to close up your trunk. You'd left a few things back in George and Fred's room at the Burrow so you didn't have to take everything back and forth with you, but there was some additional stuff you needed and cramming it into your small case was no easy feat.

The twins immediately began grumbling, mainly Fred, but you shot them a look which told them you wouldn't hear any nonsense on the matter, which did actually shut them up.

"Bloody hell, you could be a Weasley woman with that glare," George says chuckling to himself.

"Don't, last thing I want right now is to hear Bill's name come out of her mouth," Fred grumbles, absently scrunching up a piece of scrap parchment and throwing it across the room.

"Actually, I wasn't going to say anything about him," you said, trying to keep Fred from being in a bad mood, "I was going to ask which of you would make me a Weasley."

"Both," they instantly replied, smirking at you. Seeing Fred's smirk and George's dreamy smile, you smiled, feeling your heart warming at their words.

"So, train or Floo?" You asked, still struggling to close up the trunk and getting a little more frustrated than you should. Fred silently stood from the bed and rolled up his sleeves, pressing down on the case hard as he managed to get it closed, doing the stiff latches with little effort. The whole act shouldn't have been as hot as it was but for some reason you melted at the sight, feeling a tingle spread over your lower body at the sight of his veined forearms.

"Floo," Fred says, hopping back down onto the bed.

"Dad can't fit us all in the car and muggle taxis would be too expensive," George explains, sitting forward as you take a few sips of your tea. "Mcgonagall has a fireplace in the transfiguration office, Hermione managed to talk her round and she's letting us use it."

"Bloody hell, how did she manage that?" You asked, surprised that Mcgonagall would allow students to do that.

"We asked the same thing," George says with a laugh.

"Shame it's not Potion master's office, eh princess?" Fred smirks, never one to leave things alone.

"What are you babbling on about?" You ask with a frown, feeling a sudden shift in the conversation you were definitely not prepared for, especially so early in a morning.

"Just saying he seems a bit partial to you, don't get me wrong we can see why, but we've been here nearly seven years and he's never once given anyone house points that wasn't a slytherin," Fred says, leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his knees and his hand was leaning on his palm, a smarmy grin on his lips.

"What do you mean you can see why?" You ask, turning a little too defensive at Fred's words, knowing that it was close to striking a nerve.

"Well, you're hot, angel," George explains with a shrug, a little less bluntly than his oaf of a twin.

"Oh yeah because I'm sure old Snapey is just dying to bend me over a cauldron first chance he gets," you snark, "nothing to do with the fact I'm actually good at potions."

"Woah princess," Fred says, raising his hands, "we never said that."

You huffed out a breath to recalibrate yourself and took a big swig of your tea.

"But he probably could do with getting laid," Fred adds absently with George agreeing with him.

"Right, well next week I'll be sure to tell him I'm available to give him the best fuck of his life," you grumble, placing your now empty mug onto your bedside table.

"Like hell you are," they both say in unison, so sharply and defensively it was comical. You huff out a laugh and shake your head, moving to sit on your roommates vacant bed, facing them.

"Just saying, I'd be careful brewing love potions around him again," Fred laughs, clearly not knowing when to leave it alone. "You never told us anyway, what did you smell?"

You immediately feel like you'd swallowed a giant rock, the weight of his words making the colour drain from your face. It had been almost exactly a week since your little incident with the love potion and you'd successfully managed to push it out of your mind until now. You hadn't told anyone about what had happened, after all how could you and least of all the twins that were involved. You didn't want to involve them in this mess anymore than they already were and so you'd maintained your silence and deflected any questioning on the matter.

"Snape's greasy hair," you muttered sarcastically, walking away towards the little wardrobe at the side, pulling out your raincoat and a big jumper, ironically one that you'd 'borrowed' from George a little while back.

"I've been looking for that!" He says, clocking the jumper in your hand as you walk back over to them and flash him an innocent smile.

"Looks better on me," you shrug with a laugh, not even remotely apologetic. You were just glad that the conversation had diverted enough and been forgotten.

"Fair point," George says, throwing himself back on the bed, clearly not too annoyed at your niffler like qualities.

Hermione and Ginny arrived in your room a little while later and were initially surprised to see Fred and George lounging on your bed but played it off well as you all left to meet Ron and Harry down in the common room. George reached for your small but heavy case and shot you a subtle wink as he carried it down the stairs for you. Even when he grabbed his own bag, he never gave you back your case, despite your protests, and carried it all the way to Mcgonagall's office for you.

Mcgonagall greeted you all as she opened up her office door and tapped on the bricks beside the fireplace in a specific order, muttering a password quietly and essentially unlocking the fireplace until the flames shone green. She ushered you all forward and held out a little pot of Floo powder for you all to take as you stepped into the fire.

Hermione stepped through first, then Ron, Harry and then Ginny. George, still holding your case, shot you a quick wink, whispering that he'd see you on the other side as he stepped through, leaving just you and Fred.

"Go on princess," Fred said loudly, ushering you forward. Realising his faux pas, you shot a quick glance at Mcgonagall who had clearly overheard and tried to look away but you could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, making you blush.

You stepped into the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo powder and spoke clearly as you made your destination known. You were immediately transported straight to the Burrow, the comforting sights and smells of the home hitting you as soon as you stepped out of the fireplace, dusting yourself off quickly so you didn't cause a mess before you stepped aside, knowing that Fred would be following closely behind.

"Y/n, dear, welcome home!" Molly said as she moves quickly to embrace you. You're immediately struck by her words, feeling as if you could tear up at the notion she considered this your home too.

"Hi Molly," you smile, holding her tightly, "thank you for having me again."

"Oh you're always welcome dear you know this," she says pulling apart and briefly holding onto your shoulders until her son appears behind you in the flames.

She immediately rushes to greet him, briefly yelling at him to dust himself off as he mindlessly walks out of the fire covered in floo powder and ash, walking it straight onto the rug. She pulls him into a hug and pulls him down playfully by the ears so that he'll bend his head and she places a kiss on his head.

"Right, lunch!" She says, suddenly rushing off into the kitchen as her little muggle egg-timer rings out. You laugh, realising it's the chicken shaped egg timer you'd bought her last Christmas, after a long discussion with Arthur about muggle kitchen appliances. Molly had been fascinated at the novelty and was overjoyed by the little gesture.

"She uses it all the time," George says, hearing your little chuckle, moving to stand behind you, placing his hand tenderly on the curve of your hip, hidden out of sight behind Fred's body next to you.

"Y/n!" Ginny says, calling you over. You smile, linking George's hand for just a second where it stays placed on your hip, squeezing once before walking over to where Ginny and Hermione sat on the sofa.

"Can we have a sleepover tonight?" Her little face is so excited that you couldn't say no, having missed spending time with the girls. You cast a glance at the twins who were watching eagerly, having heard Ginny's request. You could tell they were leas than pleased but you implored them with your eyes, silently asking if they had plans for tonight, especially Fred. Fred shook his head gently, understanding your gaze and you gave them a warm smile before turning back to Ginny.

"Of course," you beamed, excited for the prospect of a girly sleepover. Both girls let out a little squeal and did a happy jig on their place on the sofa and you had to laugh along with them.

"Gin, will you braid my hair like last time?" You asked, remembering how she had knitted your whole hair into tight braids that ran along your head last time and wanted to do it again. You'd tried replicating it yourself a couple of times but it was much harder to do to yourself and has been entirely unsuccessful. You briefly wondered how she'd come to learn how to do it, looking round at three of her older brothers with currently long hair, wondering if she'd practiced on them, chuckling briefly at the thought.

"Of course! Will you do my makeup? You're so good at it and I never get it right!" Ginny grins and you nod enthusiastically.

"Sure, I have most of my stuff with me."

"I've bought a little portable DVD player and some discs so we can watch some muggle films!" Hermione says proudly, gesturing to the, frankly huge, trunk she had brought with her. You were honestly looking forward to it, feeling as if you needed a girly night away from the boys.

"Everyone, lunch!" Molly shouts from the kitchen. Ron immediately bolts into the kitchen, nearly leaving tire marks on the rug as he flies away, closely followed by Fred and George who manage to grab you en route and pull you along with them, plonking you down into the seat between them at the large table.

"Afternoon Weasley's!" Arthur says cheerfully as he walks through the kitchen door, carrying his briefcase and his flat cap under his arm. His timing is almost comical, like a sitcom entrance, just in time for lunch. Upon seeing you, Harry and Hermione he smiles and adds, "and honorary Weasley's!"

He's met by a chorus of morning dad and morning mr Weasley as he takes off his coat by the door and takes a seat at the head of the dinner table.

"Off for the week now kids?" He asks, pulling out a napkin and tucking it into his shirt.

"Yes mr Weasley," Harry replies, reaching for a couple of small sandwiches Molly had laid out after Ron started enthusiastically tucking in.

"Wonderful, now how has school been?"

You smile as you watch Mr Weasley interact with his children and the two addition kids he had pseudo adopted a few years back, seeing how he bloomed and exuded joy being surrounded by his family. It made you happy to see him so exuberant and animated as he discussed this terms quidditch season, beaming with pride as George, Fred and Harry spoke of their achievements on the pitch.

Being honest with yourself, it made your heart pang with sadness thinking of your own, largely absent father and what you had missed out on over the years. You wished one day that you would have a family much like this with a happy home and kids that never doubted their parent's love for them.

George subtly nudged your arm with his elbow, breaking you out of your little trance. He briefly frowned at you in concern as he shot a look towards your empty place, noticing that you were the only one who had not began eating.

You immediately shot him a smile, telling him not to worry and reached for a delicious looking homemade sausage roll.

"So y/n, you're approaching your sixth year, have you had any thoughts on the subjects you'll be taking for your N.E.W.T.S?" Mr Weasley asks before taking a large bite of an egg mayonnaise and cress sandwich, smiling at you with his kind eyes.

"Yes Mr Weasley, I actually have a meeting with professor Mcgonagall next Tuesday to discuss options, though I know I'd like to continue potions," you explain, placing some of the previously untouched salad onto your plate.

You can feel George's eyes on you at the new information, not having told him that your conversation last weekend had prompted you to reach out to your head of house for a career guidance appointment, which she was happy to schedule in for you.

"Potions, tricky subject," Mr Weasley says, sucking a breath through his teeth as he leans forward, "am I right in thinking that you need an outstanding at OWLS for NEWT entry?"

"Yes sir," you replied politely, taking a bite of your salad.

"And you achieved that?" He asks with an air of surprise. You nod, about to reply when you're interrupted by two familiar voices.

"She's brilliant," both twins said at the same time, making you laugh at the awkwardness of it.

"She brewed a love potion perfectly and Snape awarded her 30 house points! It's put us in the lead again for the house cup!" Ginny says excitedly as she munches on some crisps, having slightly more decorum than her slightly older brother.

"Wow, fantastic!" Mr Weasley says excitedly, "well done y/n!" He raises his glass of pumpkin juice and toasts to you, promoting a wide, beaming smile to spread over your face as you giggle.

"Oh well done dear, how brilliant," Molly says, moving behind you and patting your shoulder proudly.

You felt Fred staring at you to your right and when you looked up at him he was smirking down at you and shot you a quick wink.

"How are things at the ministry Mr Weasley?" Hermione asks and Arthur immediately begins talking business, or at least the parts that he can disclose.

The meal passes quickly in a blur of food, laughter and chatter and despite your protests of asking to help Molly clean up, she ushers you upstairs with the twins, who waste no time in pulling you away.

"So what time are you going to Ginny?" George asks as he closes the bedroom door.

"After dinner," you shrug, flopping down onto the bed.

"Perfect," Fred smirks as he reaches under the bed to pull out their box of mischief, ready to prep some owl post orders and do some tinkering.

The afternoon passes quickly as you help the twins with their business until Molly calls you all down for dinner. It's a messy affair with a gigantic cottage pie served up as family and friends converse and laugh at the table.

After dinner, you decide to quickly shower before the nighttime rush, washing your hair so that it's wet for Ginny to braid it. As you walk out of the bathroom in your pyjamas and back down the stairs, you see the twins bedroom door is open just a little and you poke your head in, knocking quietly to alert them.

"Miss us already princess?" Fred smirks from his place on the bed, now shirtless and reading his quidditch annual. George's head snaps up and he gives you a sweet smile from his place at the desk, pausing filling out the little order forms and parchment for the deliveries to give you attention.

"Always," you smile as you walk over to your case in the corner of their room, pulling out your hairbrush and makeup bag.

"And just when you think she can't get hotter, she gets wet," George smiles cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Don't know mate, I reckon she's always wet around us," Fred smirks, causing George to chuckle.

"Rotten boys," you mumble though your smile breaks through. You can't deny that there's something about seeing them so at home and comfortable which makes them seem ever hotter, and they probably weren't far wrong.

"Goodnight boys," you tease, briefly shooting a look towards the door as you lean down to give George a kiss. You then walk over to the bed and kiss Fred.

"Sweet dreams angel," George says with a sweet smile.

"You know where we are if you want a cuddle in the night," Fred smiles, winking at you as you walk out of the door and towards Ginny's room.

"Y/n! Perfect timing, mum sent these up!" Ginny says excitedly as you walk through the door, looking at the plate of biscuits in her hand and smiling. You put down your makeup bag on the little desk in Ginny's room and walked over to her mirror to brush your hair as they both make a space for you on the floor where you'd all be sleeping.

Seeing a few of the different blankets that were laid out, a blush creeped onto your cheeks at the memory of last weekend, of the same blankets strewn around as you made love to George.

"Okay, breakfast club or sixteen candles?" Hermione asks as she flicks through the little dvd wallet she's borrowed from her mum, filled with muggle movies.

"Breakfast club definitely!" You say, or rather insist, casting a glance back in the mirror as you try to untangle a particularly knotted strand of hair.

"Have you seen it? Mum says it's one of her favourites," Hermione smiles excitedly.

You nod with a chuckle, "yeah me and my friends have watched it a few times, it's one of my favourites too."

"Breakfast club it is!" Ginny says with a little squeal as she claps her hands. You take a moment to look at the two girls and see how perfectly happy they are. You'd grown up around boys yourself, most of your muggle friends being boys and then the twins, so you completely understood how valued a girly night could be, a chance to really bring out the side of yourself that you didn't often show too much.

"Okay, we have treats, a movie, I'll braid your hair and then you do my makeup? Oh I forgot drinks!" Ginny says, planning ahead.

"I'll go and get drinks," you smile, "what does everyone want?"

You make your way downstairs, seeing the twins' door is now shut and continue down until you reach the kitchen, seeing Molly sat at the table with a box of photographs out.

"Oh hello dear, can I get you anything?" She asks, immediately moving to stand by the table. You smile and shake your head, urging her to sit down.

"Just grabbing a few drinks, would you mind if I made a cup of tea? If my tea making skills weren't too horrible last time I could make you a cup too?" You laugh and she smiles warmly at you.

"That would be lovely dear, thank you."

You walk over and flick on the kettle seeing it already filled with water before pulling out two mugs and two glasses, filling the latter with pumpkin juice for the girls.

You cast a look back to Molly who looks sad, gazing at pictures of her kids when they were younger. You can see she's holding a picture of what looks to be a young Percy, smiling whilst holding an ice cream. Fred and George had mentioned the situation with Percy a few times, never quite explaining it in depth but you knew enough of his distancing to realise how much it must hurt her and Arthur.

When the kettle is done, you quickly fix the two cups of tea, her's with two sugars, and bring it over to her at the table.

"Thank you my dear," she smiles up at you though you can now see that the smile is masking a rather sad look in her eyes.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" You ask. She briefly lifts her eyebrows in surprise before smiling again, this time genuinely as she offers you the seat beside her. "Do you want to talk about it?" You ask, surprising her again as you nod to the photo she's stroking with her thumb.

"Oh don't go bothering yourself with silly old me," she smiles but you shoot her a look which tells her that that is exactly what you wanted.

She begins telling you the story behind the photo and of a few more that appear, some of Percy and some of Ron, animatedly telling the tales and little quips from their childhoods. She looks so happy to walk down memory lane and you have to admit that it's nice to sit with her and listen.

She then pulls out a photo of the twins you had never seen, making you laugh as she passes it to you.

"So cute!" You hold it delicately and look upon the smiling faces of the boys, both stark naked except for a pair of Wellington boots on their feet, holding flowers and laughing at each other.

"Oh they'd hate to know I was showing you this," she giggles and you immediately see where the mischief in George and Fred comes from. Even seeing them no older than 2 or 3, you can immediately tell that Fred is on the right and George on the left. Fred's smile is wickeder whereas George's is playful and you can clearly make out a little freckle on George's right rib which is still prominent today.

She then pulls out another one and it looks like they're around 7 or 8 with a slightly younger and much shorter Ron stood beside them crying. Both twins are dressed identically in their raincoats as they stand cheekily with huge grins on their faces at what looks to be the seaside. George on the right is holding a fish that they look to have caught whereas Fred beside him isn't, until you looked at little wailing Ron who seemed to have a dead fish in his coat hood.

"I can never tell who's who in that photo," she admits and you smile.

"George is on the right," you say without thinking. She turns to you and you immediately realise that you might have said something incriminating.

"You've always been so able to tell them apart," she smiles, reaching for your hand and tapping it, "I'm envious but I'm so glad they have a friend like you. How can you tell?" She flicks her eyes back to the photo and tries to really look at their faces and you smile as you watch her so keen to tell them apart.

"George would never put a fish in Ron's hood unless Fred had dared him," you say with a chuckle, pointing at the missing fish in Fred's hand. "And he certainly wouldn't look that happy about it if he had." Molly laughs as she nods her head, seemingly understanding now that it's not always about physical differences.

"Fred and George were my happiest babies," she says with a fond smile as she digs through a stack of photos. "This one has always been my favourite of them."

She hands you the photo and you melt at seeing their happy little baby faces, an 'awww' noise falling from your lips subconsciously. They look less than a year old, both sat on the rug in front of a closed off fireplace, though the twin on the right is propped up slightly by a pillow, their smiles wide with only a few teeth between them, cheeks all round and chubby. You can make out little embroidered patches on their clothes, the one on the right with a G and the other with a little golden F sewn onto his tiny jumper. Even without the letters you could have seen who was who. George was looking directly into the camera, flashing his two bottom teeth whereas Fred was looking above the camera, beaming widely at whoever took the photo, his four front teeth gleaming from the flash of the camera. "They're so cute," you gush, handing her back the photograph.

"What's cute?" You hear, turning your head towards the voices, realising instantly that it's the twins. Molly immediately giggles, knowing how they'd react at seeing pictures of them.

"Your Wellington boots," you laugh as Molly erupts into more giggles.

"Mum!" They both shout running over, knowing instantly what you're referring to as they notice the box of photos on the table. You can't help but laugh along with Molly as she moves to put them away.

She grabs your hand again, ignoring the twin's protests and smiles at you, "thank you, I needed that."

"Anytime," you smile and she taps your hand motherly before pulling away and moving the box back to its place inside the cabinet.

Realising how long you've been gone, you reach for the two glasses of pumpkin juice and wink at the squabbling, blushing twins before climbing the stairs again.

"Sorry, sorry, your mum needed help with something," you explain as you enter Ginny's bedroom, now fully prepared for girls night.

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"I don't know, I think Andrew's cute!" Ginny says as you all debate over the hottest character in the breakfast club whilst you do Ginny's makeup. Ginny, true to form, fancied the blonde haired jock, whereas Hermione liked the science nerd Brian.

You'd watched the movie as Ginny braided your hair up into two tight braids that ran across your head and you were now discussing it whilst you gave Ginny a mini makeover.

"Y/n?" Hermione asks, turning to you, asking who your chosen character was.

"Bender obviously," you say matter of factly, laughing as you see their faces scrunch up.

"But he's so bad!" Hermione shouts, throwing her hands animatedly.

"Kind of the point 'mione," you smile, wiggling your eyebrows as you finish Ginny's eye makeup.

"Ahh she likes the bad boys!" Ginny squeals, causing you to roll your eyes and curse her for moving as you were filling in her eyebrows.

"So that's why you hang around with the twins so much!" Hermione giggles and you suddenly feel your throat go dry at her words. You knew that she hadn't truly meant anything by it but it still caught you off guard, realising that you needed to cover your tracks.

"Yeah right, you caught me," you laugh.

"So is there anyone you do have your eye on?" Hermione asks and you scramble to try and think of someone, anyone worth mentioning that would be believable. You come up empty. You can't think of a single boy you find even remotely attractive at school that wasn't ginger and 6ft 3.

"Not really," you lie, trying to sound as convincing as possible, "I guess I'm not really that interested? All the boys at school are just so immature and boyish."

"Once again, the twins?! They're your best friends and the most immature boys I've ever met," Ginny laughs, causing you to throw the nearest cushion at her. "You know I secretly always thought you'd end up with Fred."

"Huh?" You ask, a frown covering your face as your heart starts beating a little quicker at her words. She simply smiles and shrugs as Hermione nods her head in agreement.

"I just see the way he looks at you, and you two have always been so touchy and flirty, I thought for sure he would have made a move by now," Ginny says, shrugging again.

You immediately feel conflicted by her words, feeling torn between slight giddiness at hearing someone else's perspective on your secret boyfriend fancying you, but you also can't help the slight pang of remorse you feel at George not being included. You reason that most people can't even tell them apart and so maybe they just didn't see George being as flirty and attracted to you.

"You're all done," you say as you finish up Ginny's makeup, hoping that your slight diversion would stop the cut down the current conversation.

She runs to the mirror and squeals in delight at seeing her shimmering eyes and long lashes.

Hermione giggles and messes with the DVD player, before slipping another disc out of the wallet.

"Okay, Sixteen Candles?"

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championship cups

tensions run high during the quidditch league cups. when your favoured team loses, theres an annoying git that keeps replying to your tweets. not one to back down from a fight, you respond. chaos then ensues.

warnings: lots of curse words, some sexual jokes here and there

pairings: james potter x female reader, marlene mckinnon x mary macdonald, wolfstar later on

status: finished !

smau updates: every day !

profiles: yn and the girlies & the marauders !

prologue: jersey guy

chapter 1: the game

chqapter 2: i hope you rot in hell

chapter 3: sirius did it! pt.1

chapter 4: sirius did it! pt.2

chapter 5: you’re friends?!

chapter 6: leave her alone

chapter 7: what did i just say???

chapter 8: he said he’s gay

chapter 9: youre blocked???

chapter 10: you’re so bad with money

chapter 11: live tweeting

chapter 12: who are you people

chapter 13: sweetheart

chapter 14: yall see this shit????

chapter 15: BEFORE MARRIAGE???

chapter 16: quick, whats 6x7?

chapter 17: she’s a bro

chapter 18: no offence

chapter 19: he’s fucked

chapter 20: you are a disgrace to the queen

chapter 21: how was it?

chapter 22: what dates 😭

chapter 23: spill the goss boss

chapter 24: can i be frank?

chapter 25: i did the right thing, right?

chapter 26: i miss yn

chapter 27: so basically

chapter 28: i have an itch for quidditch

chapter 29: did you hear that?

chapter 30: i hope you two get sick

extra: i hope you two get sick pt.2

reaction pics used

a/n: i made up some technical sport terms here and there whenever the topic was quidditch lol. this is my first time making an smau,, hope you guys like it!! dates and times are irrelevant unless stated otherwise

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of fics that are inspired by or based on books! We hope you enjoy the fabulous books on this list. If you want us to keep making rec lists like this, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Sweeter Than Wine | Explicit | 15,339 words

When Wizard!Louis goes to a muggle club for a change of pace, his one night stand ends up being much more than he bargained for.

2) Your Certain Charms | Explicit | 20,417 words

Harry Potter AU. Louis is the reserve-reserve seeker, Harry is the Quibbler’s brightest new voice, and the Quidditch World Cup is as good a place to stargaze as any.

3) Burning Through The Shadows | Explicit | 25,990 words

“He’s Louis Tomlinson,” the General spoke from next to Louis. “The Sun Summoner, moi tsar,” the General said, looking at Louis. “He will change the future,” the General said, looking at the king and the queen. “Starting now.” The General raised his hand and shadows creeped up from every corner of the Great Hall, enveloping them all in darkness. Louis was reminded of the time when these shadows had protected him, them, from the harsh winter of Ravka. “Now call the sun,” the General leaned in and whispered in Louis’ ear.

4) Magical Soup | Explicit | 28,580 words

Slytherin prefect Louis Tomlinson’s seventh year at Hogwarts takes an immediate turn for the worse when he’s made to be potions partners with Harry Styles, Hufflepuff’s resident heartthrob and class clown. Louis has always considered Styles to be a terrible show-off who coasts by on his charm and good looks, but the more they work together, the more he questions that idea. As term goes on, will Louis be able to admit to himself that he might actually like Harry Styles after all… and maybe, just maybe, as more than a friend?

5) Blue Lotus | Explicit | 29,824 words

Note: The pairing in this fic is Louis/OMC.

After the Second Rebellion and the dismantling of President Cowell’s regime, Louis struggles to make sense of life.

6) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30,830 words

Jane Austen’s Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis’ family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

7) Dangerous Liaisons | Explicit | 42,589 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Niall is the master of deceit and Harry is the master of seduction. Louis is just a very strong willed male model who happens to be straight. When Niall tells Harry he wouldn’t be able to seduce Louis, the bet is on, but Niall’s schemes are hard to avoid.

8) Inside Your Bones | Explicit | 43,550 words

Note: The pairing in this fic is Louis/OMC.

Louis keeps trying to make peace with his past, but it’s hard when the past is all too present.

9) A Promise Lives Within You Now | Explicit | 45,925 words

A Lord of the Rings-inspired Middle Earth AU. Louis is an Elven prince, next in line to become King of Mirkwood, and Harry is the orphaned Human boy who grows up alongside him. They fall in love, but Louis’s obligations to the throne, Harry’s mortality, and impending war threaten to tear them apart.

10) Secret’s Safe With Me | Explicit | 59,207 words

When bad turbulence and three glasses of wine have Louis spilling all of his secrets to the man sitting next to him on the plane, it’s embarrassing, sure, but it’s also easy enough to shrug off and block out of his memory forever. Or at least, it was until Louis went into work on Monday morning and realized that the man from the plane is the new CEO of his company.

11) Mead Of Poetry | Mature | 65,053 words

Under the pressure of continuing the Styles viscountcy line now that he is getting older, Harry sets himself three rules to finally settle down and marry: firstly, the omega needs to be reasonably attractive, secondly, they must be of great mind, thirdly, they cannot be anyone he would ever fall in love with. Enters Charlotte Tomlinson, the diamond of the first water of the upcoming season and seemingly the perfect candidate to the viscount’s plan, but her omega brother, Louis, is in Harry’s way. Louis only seeks to protect his sister and he sure is not going to let a rake play with her heart.

12) King Of My Heart | Explicit | 83,712 words

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realising that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.” Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

13) A Taste of Desire | Explicit | 104,414 words

“As forward as I have been with you this evening, I am also aware this dinner party isn’t the place to conduct business.” Mr. Tomlinson chuckles quietly to himself, shooting a subtle glance across the table towards their hostess. “And besides, I am sure our hostess would be horribly disappointed to learn that we went away this evening with a business agreement and not a mating one.” Harry, who had been sipping his wine, coughs harshly at this. He splutters, unaccustomed to such blatant statements about mating. Mr. Tomlinson continues to laugh quietly, clearly pleased at Harry’s reaction. “Mrs. Humphreys promised that there was an alpha attending the dinner tonight that I would certainly get on well with,” Mr. Tomlinson continues, voice teasing. “She assured me that we would have much in common since we both work with mills.” Mr. Tomlinson glances at Harry, eyes flashing with mirth. “Little did she know that would be where our mutual interests began and ended.”

14) Our Endless Numbered Days | Explicit | 120,815 words

“Harry?” whispered Louis, his mouth dry, his nose pressing against the other’s warm skin. “Mh?” Harry’s humming was gentle, his fingers lightly caressing the younger boy’s arm, his chest steadily rising and falling beneath Louis’ cheek. A couple of seconds passed, and Louis looked up at him in the darkness of the cave, barely able to make out the expression on his face. When he tried to inhale deeply, his breath hitched. He struggled to find the words to tell Harry what he was thinking about. Another couple of seconds passed, and Louis listened to the reassuring beating of the prince’s heart beneath his cheek. He couldn’t. “Nothing,” he whispered, his voice weak. I think you’re half of my soul.

15) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices | Mature | 126057 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they’re forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

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of violent delights chap 18

beginning of the end

Euphemia’s POV

15 june 1996

Mattheo,

Hi, how’s your summer going? I’ve been thinking about you

20 june 1996

Matt,

I hope you are well.

5 july 1996

Mattheo,

Would you call me needy if I asked what the coffee cup and cigarette meant?

16 july 1996

Mattheo,

I figured you’d have written at least once. If you’re still concerned about what you said that night, you shouldn’t be. I don’t care about any of that shit, Matt. And I can’t just pretend none of it happened and I don't want to pretend.

25 july 1996

Was one night all you wanted all along? Just another notch on your belt?

17 august 1996

I scan the shelves in front of me as I try to decide what to make for dinner tonight. There’s a small corner shop at the end of the block Harry and I live on where I do most of our shopping. I sigh, picking ingredients out for some pasta and move towards the check out queue, pulling my muggle money out as I wait in the long queue. The radio plays softly through the store and my mind drifts to Mattheo Riddle, as it often does when I allow my mind to wander for more than a minute. When I left Hogwarts, three months ago, I had hoped to hear from Mattheo but I’ve gotten nothing. Not a single letter, note, anything all summer and I can’t help the bitterness that’s been creeping into my heart over the summer.

I tell myself I shouldn’t be surprised; that Mattheo Riddle, the infamous Slytherin Casanova, has never slept with the same girl twice and I was never going to be any different. But we were different, or at least I thought we were. Maybe that was naive of me to assume. Maybe Fred and George were right.

Mattheo’s POV

10 june 1996

Mia,

Have you settled into your new apartment yet? I hope it’s everything you hoped it would be. You deserve to be happy.

19 june 1998

Mia,

Saw in the prophet that Sirius Black was spotted in a muggle town. It wasn’t near you, was it? I hope you are safe…

2 july 1996

Mia,

I dreamt about you last night.

13 july 1996

Mia,

How have you invaded every tiny part of my brain? It's maddening, princess, really. I think I’m going mad.

30 july 1996

Mia,

I’m sorry I haven’t written. I’m not great with words, especially when it involves emotions. The amount of letters I’ve started and thrown out is ridiculous. I miss you. Is that crazy? I can’t remember the last time I missed anyone. Although you’re not just anyone are you?

14 august 1996

I set my quill down with a sigh, resisting the urge to rub my eyes with my ink stained hands as I stare down at the finished sketch; Euphemia Potter looks back up at me from the page, a mischievous smile on her lips. My sketchbook is as filled with her as my head is. All my hand has produced this summer is her. Her face partially covered by her hair as it blows in the wind, her smoking a cigarette in the Astronomy Tower, her in class listening studiously to a lecture, the way her face lights up when she smiles, the way she looked after we kissed, the way she looked under me and sleeping the next morning. Her face is all I see when I close my eyes and with every page I fill with her I hope it takes her out of my head but it doesn’t. It's just her all the time and I think it will drive me insane.

24 august 1996

Draco, Elladora and I follow behind the adults as we make our way up the seemingly endless amount of stairs of the Quidditch World Cup Stadium. Mr. Malfoy managed to get us all personally invited to watch the match from the Minister’s box at the very top of the stadium, which Draco has been bragging about relentlessly. Finally we reach the top box, my legs infinitely thankful, and as I step around Ella the sight makes my heart skip a beat. Sitting in the front row of the box is nearly an entire row of redheads but the only one I care about is Mia. Her long red hair is pulled up into a ponytail and she’s decked out in green for the Irish. She chats amicably with the Weasley sitting next to her who I remember slightly from my first year at Hogwarts but can’t recall his name and my attention is pulled from her as Mr. Malfoy greets the Minister of Magic.

“I don’t think you’ve met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?” Mr. Malfoy says, pushing Draco forward to greet the Minister. “And this is our ward, Elladora. She’s Narcissa’s niece.”

“How do you do? How do you do?” Fudge greets them, smiling and bowing.

“And this is Medusa, my sister, and her son, Mattheo,” Mr. Malfoy adds, gesturing down to my mother and me.

“Ah, yes of course. How do you do?” I see the realization in Fudge’s eyes of what Mr. Malfoy left out-- our surname-- as he shakes my hand and bows politely to my mother.

At my name, however, Mia turns around and our eyes lock for a moment and I feel like the world has been upside down for the last three months and it's right side up again. “Hey princess,” I mouth to her but all she does is smile politely and turn back around. My jaw clenches as I watch her laugh at something one of the Weasley Twins says and she continues to face forward, not looking my way.

“Seems like the princess moved on,” Ella mutters in my ear, clearly pleased.

“Shut up,” I glare at her out of the corner of my eye, moving to sit in my seat. Mr. Malfoy talks a few moments longer, clear distaste in his expression that the Weasleys managed seats in the Minister’s box and that they brought Granger; he always has been a stuck up git, although the rest of our group isn’t much better.

I spend much of the match distracted by Mia, everytime she cheered and or reacted to the match, my gut twisted horribly anytime she touches or laughs or looks at anyone who isn’t me. And it isn't until the very end, when she stands up to leave once the match has ended, do her green eyes land on me again. We share a brief glance but too soon her eyes leave mine and I’m left feeling lost again. Does she regret what happened? I stew in my own bitter air as we follow the crowd down the endless stairs and back onto solid ground.

“Who was that lovely girl?” My mother whispers to me as we begin the walk back to our campsite.

“Who?” I ask innocently, watching where I’m stepping as we traipse through the dark.

“The one you couldn’t take your eyes off of. You barely watched the match, darling,” Mum pries further.

“I watched the match,” I grumble.

“Hm, so who is she?”

“Mia… Mia Potter,” I relent finally, avoiding my mother’s gaze. Most people would be surprised that she doesn’t know but, being a Riddle is still very taboo in this world, even more so for my mother than me, so Mum doesn’t venture outside much except her small social circle.

“Oh, well. With her hair I assumed she was a Weasley but I guess her mother did have red hair as well,” my mother says casually and I turn my head to look at her.

“You knew the Potters?” I ask.

“Of course, we overlapped a few years at Hogwarts as well, her parents and I. And the Potters were a pureblood family before James married Lily. My father worked with Fleamont at the Ministry. Mia, you called her? Well Fleamont would have been her grandfather. Do you like her?” my mother says easily, as if I didn’t just admit to being close with one of the two people responsible for her husband’s death. I look at her with raised eyebrows and she laughs slightly at me. “I’m not your father, dear. While I may prefer you to find a nice pureblood girl to settle down with eventually, I won’t force you into anything. You’ve never done anything unless it was what you wanted.”

“Woah, who said anything about settling down?” I balk, my feet stop walking of their own volition but my mother just laughs, turning to face me.

“Mothers think about that kind of stuff. Besides, you’ve never told me about any other girl before so I assume this Mia is special,” she says, tilting her head at me.

“She’s too good for me…She deserves someone better than me,” I say after a long moment, looking down at my shoes.

“Then be better,” my mother says softly, reaching out to cup my chin and lift my head so I’m looking at her dark gray eyes. My mum and I look nothing alike; she has the white hair and gray eyes of a Malfoy, but I inherited my father’s looks: his dark hair and dark eyes and tainted soul. “If you really care for her, then work to deserve her, if that’s what you want.”

“You don’t think it's a bad idea? A Riddle and a Potter?” I ask slowly, searching my mum’s eyes.

“I don’t know if it is or not,” she admits, releasing my chin, “but I do know that love is stronger than all other kinds of magic.” She smiles at me softly, patting my cheek before nodding towards where the Malfoys and Ella are still walking ahead of us. “Let’s go and tomorrow, you can tell me all about her.”

Euphemia’s POV

“There’s no one like Krum!” Ron exclaims, standing up on a chair so he’s taller while the Twins dance around him clad in their green gear. “He’s like a bird the way he rides the wind! He’s not just an athlete. He’s an artist!”

“I think you’re in love, Ron!” Ginny calls, laughing next to me on the couch in our bigger-on-the-inside-tent along with Hermione on the other side of Ginny.

“Victor, I love you! Victor I doooo!” The twins start singing and Harry, Ginny and I join in, “When we’re apart my heart beats only for YOUUUU!” Ginny, Hermione and I fall to bits laughing as the Twins and Ron start wrestling and Harry backs up several feet to avoid being swung at. Although he accidentally falls straight into Charlie’s lap, sending us all into further hysterics. I’m grateful for my friends, or family as they often feel like. Seeing Mattheo rattled me more than I thought it would after three months of not hearing from him. Even with all the anger at his silence, seeing him again made me feel like I’d been lost all summer and finally found my way back home.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Mr. Weasley yells at the boys, running back into the tent as screaming echoes from outside.

“Sounds like the Irish are having a party,” Bill chuckles, looking towards the entrance of the tent.

“It’s not the Irish, we need to leave!” Mr. Weasley says urgently.

“What? Why?” I ask, standing along with everyone else. Mr. Weasley doesn’t respond, just begins pushing us all out of the tent. As we stumble outside, heat of fires hits us as tents burn not a few rows behind us, people running at top speed all around us, and at the center of all the chaos, is a crowd of wizards with hooded cloaks and skull masks obscuring their features, and above them are four floating people struggling against invisible bonds, the wizards under them holding their wands straight up, controlling the figures above like some sick marionette show. Everything is chaos and fire and screaming. As a green light flashes in front of the crowd, I recognize the faces of the Muggle groundskeeper who we had paid for our tent spot and I assume the rest is his family. The sight makes me sick.

“Get to the woods, hide and I’ll find you later! And stick together! Bill, Charlie, Percy, you’re with me! Mia, Fred, George, everyone else is your responsibility. Go! RUN!” Mr. Weasley shouts over the screams before the four older Weasley’s run toward the masked crowd.

“C’mon! We gotta go!” I yell to the others, grabbing Harry’s hand, and Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I all begin sprinting with the rest of the crowd towards the woods. Fred, George and I with our wands in hand, just in case, as we push through the crowd which is getting tighter and tighter. My hand slips away from Harry’s and I call out to him, but his voice is still behind me so I keep moving.

After what seems like forever, we stumble into the tree line, panting and sweaty. I trip on a tree branch and fall straight into George who manages to catch me and help me stand back upright. I turn and see Fred, Ginny, Ron and Hermione. “Where’s Harry?” I ask the two urgently. They look around, fear growing on their faces as they look around. “Harry!” I yell, panic taking over my body.

“Mia, I’m sure he’s fine, we’ll find-” Fred starts but I don’t stick around to listen as I take off back towards the campsite at top speeds and I run back through the forest and crowds of people.

“Harry!” I shout over and over, searching everywhere for my brother, as tents burn and smolder around me, but I don’t see the crowd of masked wizards anymore. As I near where our own campsite had been, I start panicking even further. I stop and look around me, nothing but smoldering and smoking tents as far as I can see. “Harry!!” I shout, loudly as possible, tears threatening to obscure my vision.

“Mia?” I suddenly hear and I whip around to see Harry emerge from behind a tent. I gasp and we run to each other, colliding roughly. I grab at his face and shoulders and arms frantically checking for burns or blood.

“Are you okay? What happened? Why didn’t you follow us?”

“I don’t know, I got separated and fell down and got knocked out I think, I don’t-” Harry starts explaining but his eyes suddenly land on something over my shoulder and I turn to see a man kicking over something laying in the embers before looking up at the sky and raising his wand. I push Harry slightly behind a tent and follow suit, looking through a burned hole to watch the man. He mutters something I don’t quite catch and green shoots out of his wand and into the sky. A skull and snake, seemingly made out of green light, appears in the sky and Harry groans beside me, his hand shooting up to touch his lighting bolt scar. I watch the sky, illuminated green by the Dark Mark; something I’ve only ever read about and very much hoped I’d never see in person and fear grips me. Movement pulls my eyes away and I look back through the hole in the burned tent to see the man who cast the Mark coming straight for us.

“Harry, I need you to run,” I whisper, not taking my eyes off the man.

“What?” he groans, his voice sounding pained.

“Go, run into the woods and find the others. I’ll be right behind you,” I whisper frantically and I watch as the man raises his wand in our direction. “Protego!” I shout, casting a shield charm as a curse shoots from the man’s wand. “GO!” I yell to my brother but he doesn’t move, just pulls out his own wand and casts Explelliarmus over the tent, but the man deflects it. I stand and shoot another curse over the tent. The man stumbles back slightly as it hits him, causing his wand arm to turn numb and he watches me carefully before turning and running in the other direction.

I drop back down to my knees and cradle my brother’s face in my hands. “Are you okay? Does your scar hurt?” But before he can answer, voices echo over the landscape and there’s a blinding series of flashes over Harry’s and my heads.

“Stop! Stop!” Calls Mr. Weasley, running towards us quickly, Charlie in his wake. “Harry, Mia, what are you doing here? Are you alright?”

“Which of you conjured it?!” A cold voice inquires and Mr. Crouch pushes his way past Mr. Weasley and points his wand at Harry and I. “Which of you did it? Do not lie!”

“You think we did this?” I cry indignantly.

“You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!” Crouch responds.

“This is the Potters! I don’t think they’re like-” Charlie scoffs but Mr. Weasley raises a hand to cut him off.

“They’re just kids, Barty!” Mr. Weasley tries reasoning with the man. “Where did the Mark come from, Mia?”

“A man,” I shrug, explaining how I found Harry and saw the man and everything that happened before they showed up.

“What did he look like?” One of the other Ministry officials asks.

“I didn’t see his face, it's too dark,” I say helplessly. “I’m sorry.”

✦

2 september 1996

I’ve had nightmares about the Dark Mark nearly every night since the World Cup mixing in with the usual visions I’ve grown used to over the years. Last night was a particularly nasty one but what worries me more than anything, is Harry’s scar hurting him. He confessed the morning after the World Cup that he'd woken up from a dream about Voldemort a few nights previous and had woken up with the pain in his forehead.

Our curse scars have always baffled me. Our matching lighting bolt looking scars are so strange they confound even Dumbledore. At the end of Harry’s first year, and his run in with Voldemort and Professor Quirell, we explained to the Headmaster that Harry’s scar had been paining him for weeks but mine has never hurt at all. Dumbledore didn’t have an explanation and since then, Harry’s scar has only ever hurt when near Voldemort, or his ghost, so the return of the pains is a terrifying idea. Remus, who I wrote to the next morning, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley all say not to worry, that Harry and I are safe and protected but the fear still hides in the back of my mind.

I sigh, shouldering my bag as I push my way out of the library where I spent my afternoon free period, a perk of fewer N.E.W.T. level classes. The sun shines through the windows, lighting up the corridor with warm golden light. Even with all the terrifying things, being back at Hogwarts is lovely. Dumbledore announced at the Welcome Feast last night that two international schools will be joining us around Halloween for something called the TriWizard Tournament which has sent the whole school into an excited frenzy.

I turn the corner of the hall, making my way back to Gryffindor Tower, but I run right into someone standing right behind the turn. “Oof, I’m sorry!” I exclaim, looking up from a green Slytherin tie at my eye level to the deep warm brown eyes of Mattheo Riddle and my heart skips a beat. I forgot how good he looks in his uniform, bloody hell. Mattheo stands there in all his glory, dark curls perfectly tousled, his tie loose around his neck and his shirt sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, veins standing out on the back of his hands that I can still feel on my waist if I think hard enough.

“Careful, Princess,” he smirks easily, like no time has passed since the last time we spoke.

“Sorry,” I mutter, dropping his gaze and kneeling to gather the textbook I dropped but Mattheo beats me too and holds it out of my reach, that stupid cocky smile that I like so much on that stupidly perfect face. “Can I have my book, please?”

“Not until you tell me why you’re avoiding me,” he says, still holding the book out of my reach.

“I-I’m just busy,” I stutter.

“Mia, c’mon, it’s the start of the year. How busy can you be? You barely acknowledged me at the World Cup and you brushed me off on the train yesterday and you can barely even look at me right now. What’s going on? Is it what happened after the World Cup? Do you think I had something to do with that?” He asks, hurt shining in his eyes and I blink, realizing that no it did not occur to me for a moment to suspect him.

“What? No, I- Should I? Did you?” I ask, searching his eyes as he sighs, dropping his arm to his side, the textbook smacking against his leg.

“No! Not at all! You know I hate that kind of shit-”

“Well then why did you bring it up?” I ask, getting frustrated, trying to snatch my textbook from his hands but he pulls it back again.

“Because it's the only reason I can think of that would make you avoid me,” Mattheo says, turning to pin me against the wall causing memories of him pressing me against my dorm room door. “So if it’s not that then what is it?”

“Maybe the fact that we slept together and you snuck out in the middle of the night and then I didn’t hear from you all summer!” I finally snap and his face falls as my words hit him.

“Oh, Mia-”

“If all you wanted was one night you could’ve just said! Not string me along all term and make me feel like an id-” I’m cut off as Mattheo presses a kiss to my lips and effectively melting all the bitterness and anger away, infuriatingly quickly. “You can’t just kiss… me and expect… everything to be okay… again,” I say in between his kisses.

“I’m sorry,” he says eventually, reaching up to brush a piece of my hair behind my ear. I snuck out because I didn’t want to get caught coming out of your room and I didn’t want to wake you up so early. I didn’t want any rumors to get around before we had a chance to talk and I tried to write, I did, but I’m shit at it really. Words aren’t my thing but I tried and I thought about you all the time. Shit, I filled an entire sketchbook with you but I’m-”

“What?” I breathe out in bewilderment at his confession. He looks at me sheepishly, which is something I never thought I’d say about Mattheo Riddle.

“Well I’m shit at words but I can draw, you know that, and pretty much all I drew this summer was you,” he says, his cheeks tinting slightly pink.

“Can I see it?” I ask, reaching out to place my palm on his chest. Mattheo smiles slightly and nods.

“Anything for you, princess. Does that mean you forgive me?”

“If you give me my book back,” I respond with a smirk.

“Hm, how about this?” He says, mischievously, taking a step back. “I’ll give you your book back, if you let me walk you to wherever you’re going.”

“You’re an idiot,” I laugh and shake my head as I take a step forward and press a quick kiss to his lips. I pull away and he has the biggest grin on his face.

“Do we have a deal?”

“Yes, fine whatever,” I laugh.

“After you, Princess,” Mattheo gestures his arm out in an exaggerated move and I laugh, feeling significantly better than 15 minutes ago.

a/n; welcome to Goblet of Fire year!!I changed the Trace rules a little btw so basically after you turn 18/finish OWLs, you are allowed to practice magic at home but the Trace stays on you so the Ministry can ensure responsibility (kind of like the restrictions when you first get your driver’s license in the US) and then once you graduate Hogwarts at 20, the trace is lifted fully.

also ive always imagined harry and mia’s scars to look like actual bolts of lighting or the kinds of scars people get who have actually been struck by lightning and not like the scar in the movies. Idk ive just always thought that was a cooler concept

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seriouslysnape · 2 years

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Snowed In

Severus Snape x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1.2k

“For your sake, I surely hope not.”

“The snow isn’t going anywhere, my love. You might as well get some enjoyment from it.” Severus called to you, not once looking up from the newspaper in his hands.

It wasn’t uncommon to experience multiple days of snowfall during the late/early months of the year. It was an annual occurrence, and one that you had become accustomed to over the course of your life. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the wintery flurries and frost. As a matter of fact, you always welcomed the initial snowy weather with open arms. The snow and ice brought all kinds of activities that the spring and summer couldn’t offer – sledding, ice skating, hot chocolate, snowmen building competitions, you name it.

The part that you didn’t quite love was the cabin fever that often came with it.

At this point, the snow had packed together and accumulated to the point where it was too dangerous to venture outside, leaving you completely snowed in. This was day three of being stuck indoors, and you were beginning to feel the starting point of insanity. It was maddening to know that you literally could not leave for any reason whatsoever. There wasn’t enough entertainment in the world to appease your boredom – and there was no end to this snow storm in sight.

Severus was faring much better than you were. Severus, being the extreme introvert that he was, found this to be the perfect scenario. He had been as happy as a clam over the last few days. He was relaxed, at ease, and satisfied. It wasn’t lost on him that you were struggling to find the positive in this situation. It would be at least another few days before it would be deemed safe to return to the outside world, so he was doing his best to keep you content.

You didn’t step away from the window that you had been staring out of for the last 10 minutes, thinking that maybe the snow would magically stop fluttering down from the endless gray skies if you stared long enough. It didn’t work.

“I feel like I’m going to explode.” You stated, continuing to stare out over your backyard that was unrecognizable due to the blankets of pure white snow.

“Oh, wouldn’t that be a shame?” Severus remarked plainly.

He continued to read his copy of The Daily Prophet despite your irritated reaction to his sarcastic comment. In all honesty, you knew that you were driving him crazy. The stress and anxiety that you were releasing into the air was putting a damper on his idea of a vacation.

“This is torture. I can’t do this.” You groaned, pulling away from the window and turning back to face the interior of your living room.

Severus noted the genuine distress in your voice, and opted to try a different approach rather than being a smart aleck.

“Darling, why don’t you draw the curtains and come sit? You won’t feel any better by watching the storm go by.” Severus took a long, buffering sip from his cup that was in his free hand.

He was right after all. There wasn’t a single thing that you could do to improve this predicament. If you were patient enough, then you might actually get some recharge and relaxation from this. You shuffled to the sofa, crashing onto the open spot next to him with a sigh. He set his beverage on the coffee table in front of you, and used his open arm to pull you into him. He could feel how stiff you were from being so uneasy, and he couldn’t help but feel sympathetic.

It bugged him that you weren’t comfortable in his home. He had worked hard to create a safe, inviting space for the both of you. Now you were clearly uneasy, and that wasn’t what he wanted.

“Would you like me to read you the Quidditch scores?” He offered, looking at you with genuine kindness.

“Please.” You recited.

He chuckled when he pressed a kiss to your temple, and he worked his arm around you to turn the page to the sports section of the paper. The two of you enjoyed following pro-Quidditch, and he found that this would be a great way to take your mind off of your cabin fever. He paraphrased as he skimmed through the column.

“Last Saturday’s match between the Magpies and the Cannons….” He trailed off to find the scoring chart. “The Magpies won with a final score of-”

“Do you think that we’ll have another snow storm this winter?” You blurted out suddenly, and almost in a bit of a panic.

Taken aback by suddenly being interrupted, Severus missed what you had asked.

“What?”

“Snow storm. Blizzard. Do you think we’ll have another this year?” You repeated.

“Potentially, I suppose. I don’t rightly know,” Severus answered. “For your sake, I surely hope not.”

That hadn’t been a very definite answer. You needed to know if you were going to be forced to endure this universe punishment again so you could prepare. You didn’t say anything else, and Severus went back to reading.

“The Magpies won against the Cannons with a final score of 148-110,” He read. He turned to the next page to read the next set of scores. “Also from Saturday, the Catapults came through with a neck-in-neck score of-”

“Severus!” You screeched abruptly, causing him to flinch at your sharp tone and swift movement.

His heartbeat reacted to the alarming stimulation by speeding up in his chest.

“Darling, what is the matter with you?” He questioned, discarding the newspaper completely.

“What if the storm lets up right before the weekend?” You ignored his question and posed one of your own.

Severus blinked at you. You had really lost your mind this time.

“What about it?” He brought his hand to your face to brush a few stray hairs away from your eyes.

“If the storm ends before the weekend, then we’re stuck here for another two days because it’s the WEEKEND!” You wailed.

Severus couldn’t help but laugh. This had really started to get to you.

“I promise that I’ll take you to Hogsmeade for a drink if that’s the case. I won’t allow you to be subjected to any more of this,” He assured. “Come on. Sit back.”

With hesitance, you joined Severus once again in settling back against the cushions. You couldn’t fathom how a seemingly never ending snowstorm could get you so worked up.

It was fine. This was fine. A roof over your head? Yes. Plenty of food and other basic necessities of life? Check. The love of your life at your side? Absolutely.

Everything that you needed was present and right where you needed it. As long as the two of you were safe, that was all that mattered. A long exhale from your chest physically released the tension from your muscles. One second at a time, and you’d be calmed down in no time. Severus didn’t speak again until you were snuggled up next to him, and he was sure that you weren’t going to have a complete breakdown on him.

“Are you alright?” He asked, turning his body slightly to get a better look at you.

“I’m okay. I think I’ll make it.” You answered, meeting his gaze.

“Are you absolutely sure, my love?” He double checked.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing a hot blush to creep onto his face. You couldn’t hide the amusement in your tone as you spoke next, hardly even remembering the frightful weather outside.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now let’s hear those Quidditch scores again.”

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misguidedasgardian · 10 days

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The Lifeaters (III.7)

VII. A Mandragora's leaf

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: Back with the second part of the semester

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, charms and curses, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 2,7 k

Notes: If you see something say soemthing, come on and party tonightttt

You hear the indistinct sound of a bludger but you didn't even look back.

It missed you by a few feets, you were faster than the Hufflepuffs beaters with your very much superior broom

You raised the Quaffle in the air and punch it so hard, it went through the tallest of hoops

“And Slytherin gained 10 more points! putting them ahead by 50 points against Hufflepuff’s 30, the Slytherin chasers are on fire today!”

NO MERCY

Had said Flint

You had played good against Ravenclaw but you only had 180 points, no more, you had to annihilate Hufflpuff who had won against Gryffindor… and you had more chances than ever of winning

And you were succeeding

“Let’s go!”, said Flint, and you flied on formation to gain the Quaffle again, flanked by your beaters

You felt like finally you were giving your nimbus 2001 some good action after last year's cancellation

You were only one week in and you were playing your second game of the season, but like the commentator said, you were on fire!

You took the time to search for Draco

You had discussed this

It was Diggory’s tactic to divert the other team’s seeker, sometimes as trying dangerous diving maneuvers, and you had warned Draco against them, he seemed to gotten that, and again, he was using his advantage of a better broom with all his might, chasing after Diggory only if the snitch was at stake.

You keep playing your own game, Draco was fine

You had recuperated the quaffle from the opposite team with the solo Pinzer, a move you had been practicing, you were getting tired of always being on the sidelines. You passed onto Adrian and he scored, making that sixty points ahead

You celebrated with one arm in the air as you turned around

It was one of those beautiful winter days, the sky was clear, the sun was there, but there was snow everywhere, all white all around… and that is how you spotted it, in the ground, a black, moving dot, when you looked again, you realized… It was that dog!

The dog you had fed near the shrieking shack!

How odd was that?

But you had no time to think about some dog, you kept playing, you needed those points to consolidate at this year’s champions… again

Your keeper was excellent, as he repelled an attempted goa by the Hufflepuffs, and you were again trying to assemble one of your plays

No mercy…

You loved this part…

Being held up in the air, in the common room, as your housemates cheered for you, their ever-winning Quidditch team

This year’s cup was as good as yours, obviously

You had won! Draco had caught the snitch, and with it, the total score of the game had been 230 points!

You always celebrated after a match, and before you were too young… you were still too young… but… you tried to stay a bit longer with the others, it was saturday after all, but after a couple of butterbeer from a keg someone had… brought… to the party, you were feeling a bit giggly.

It had been a long and strenuous day, you wanted to sleep, Draco was on the side, talking to Vince, Greg, and Matthew, never missed a thing that one. He catches you trying to slip out of the gathering and ran to meet you

“That was a good game”, he said, but to you, everything he said was like he was teasing you, all of it

“Thank you Matt”, he tried following you, but you looked back at him impatiently

“Why are you slipping out of your own party?”, he asked

“It’s hardly MY party”, you murmured, “I’m tired, I want to go to sleep”, he seemed to give up, only nodding and letting you be

You should be happy, you should be extremely happy that you just won your second game of the season and you were ready to to win the house cup, playing an active role on the team

But then why couldn't you think of anything else but that Black dog?

Why was he at the Quidditch pitch?

Was it just some weird dog? that made no sense at all

Anyways…

The weekend came and went rather quickly, and before you could realize it, you were watching McGonagall carefully in class, for the very first time, Transfiguration might actually become your favorite class

You were going to be studying Animagi

Animagus’ were witches and wizards with the ability to transform into an animal…

Not with a spell, and it's not something you are born with, it’s something you can become, it was done due to a very particular ritual that could take months to perform. You were taking notes heavily

Perhaps, in a very subconscious way, you wanted to distract yourself with anything you could, but still, it was kind of nice

An Animagus

How cool was that? As you saw professor McGonaggal turn into a cat and back to herself in a second.She could turn into an animal at will!

You raised your hand, and Minerva nodded her head, as giving you the word

“Can I turn into an animagus?”, you asked

“Yes, I was getting to that”, she said, “anyone who wants to become one, can do so with help of the school, from me or Professor Dumbledore”

You looked at Draco at your side and he seemed disgusted, but you were really curious, you wanted to do it

“Do you want to try?”, you asked him excitedly, he looked back at you frowning

“No?”

“Really? how cool would it be?”, you asked him

“I don’t think so”

“Being able to acquire the ability of an animal?”, you kept asking, “being able to hide, climb, or even fly! FLY!”

“We fly almost everyday at training”, he said, unimpressed

He wasn’t interested, nor anyone else in your friend group, but you were.

So you stayed in the classroom after everybody had left, with a silly smile and a plea in your eyes.

It took you a few days to convince McGonagall, and at times you didn’t really think you could do it, but… in the end…

“Why are you speaking so strange?”, Malfoy asked, you just shook your head

“No reason”, you muttered, it was strange to hold a Mandragora’s leaf inside of your mouth, even if you had picked the smallest one

You weren’t the only one, that is why Mcgonaggal was so convinced, but as some sort of test, you needed to gather yourself two very difficult ingredients, as proof that you were truly committed, and of course, she didn’t say it clearly, but to get them, you were going to need to break a rule or two then put them in a magical jar you had to put together.

“It’s Ravenclaw VS Gryffindor this weekend, and we have a surprise for them”, Draco told you

“What kind of surprise?”, you asked, concerned

“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

“Draco we are winning! we don’t need to do anything! please!”, you said angrily

“It will be fun, you’ll see”, he said, content, and it got worse when you realized Flint was in on it, and he wouldn’t even tell you what it was about either.

Your relationship with Draco was getting a bit strained… bot only because he was getting meaner, but also because…

Of what happened with Buckbeak

Uncle Lucius was furious because of what happened, and he had presented an inquiry to the Department of disposal of dangerous animals, and it was a whole thing with a trial included

Buckbeak could be… disposed off, if Hagrid didn’t do a good job representing him in his defense, and let’s be honest, he wasn’t the most eloquent of creatures you had encountered, nor he knew the right people like uncle lucius were.

You tried to convince yourself that the jury and the department would do their job and assess the creature, maybe he was a danger to others… maybe

Poor Buckbeak was as well as dead. So in order to avoid being mad at Draco, you tried to

“Draco please!”, you begged him, “It’s a wild magical creature, he doesn’t know what he is doing! he doesn’t deserve to die!”, you tried to reason with him

“Father can’t take it back”, he said simply, and frowning, “why do you care so much anyways?”, you looked at him but found no remorse, or understanding, or anything. You didn’t want to nag him, about that quidditch surprise and about Buckbeak, so you just nodded

You had Muggle studies in the afternoon, so that is where you went with Theo and Matt

“For your semester assignment, and work for your final grade, you will make an investigation about a muggle artifact you can find in a muggle family home”, she said with a smile.

Charity Burbage was a nice teacher, once she realized you were really interested in class and you meant no harm.

“Here is the list”, you had in class a poster of the inside of a muggle house, with a lot of objects and the names of them. What was most shocking is that the poster didn’t move, nor either any of the others that were decorating the classroom

You couldn’t repeat your object with others so she started talking by list and each students had to get close to it and pick one

Since you three were the last ones in joining the class, you had the last picks

You looked all over the posters, and what intrigued you most was the bathroom, specially a little yellow duck that was floating inside the bathtub

“This one!”, you said

“Ah! the mysterious rubber duck!”, said Professor Burbage, “good choice”

“Why is it mysterious?”, you asked

“Well, nobody had managed to discover its use”, she said simply, and you looked quite puzzled

Aren’t there hundreds of muggle born students in Hogwarts? nobody thought about asking them?

“What a bullshit assignment”, muttered Matt, who had picked a weird artifact that had some sort of goo inside of it and it shined, and it was commonly found in muggle children’s rooms

Theo on the other hand, had picked something they found in a kitchen, it was some sort of… thing, you didn't even know how to describe it, but it was composed of two parts, a glass container and then a base with… buttons?

They didn’t look like the buttons you know, but still

“Nobody had managed to know what these objects do, so… it can be that much of bullshit”, said Theo, “besides we have to write like three parchments on it”

“I bef if difficult”, you muttered

“Have you got something in your mouth?” Why are you speaking so weird?”, asked Matt

“No reafon”, you said with heated cheeks, “my tongue hurfts”

“You should to to the infirmary”, said Theo

“No, ifs fine”, the roof of your mouth felt weird, that is where Professor Mcgonaggal had advised you to store your mandragora’s leaf, as the first part of your transition

But now you were moving it around in your mouth, it was tricky eating with it, more sleeping, you felt like you were going to choke and you were a bit scared, so you stick it tightly against your palate

“Anyways, I bet I can find whatever this is before you both muggle-lovers”, he mocked

“Yeah sure, you don’t study for any classes and you are going to study for this?”, said theo. matt looked at you and then at Theo

“Wanna bet?”, he asked

“What do you want?”, he asked, interested, you exchanged looks between the three of you

He seemed like he wanted something in particular, his dark eyes shining with mischief

“If I win, we three are going to sneak into the prefects bathroom with me on the fifth floor”, you both frowned

“That’s weird, why would you want us both in there?”, you asked, and Theo looked at you like you were the dumbest thing on earth, but he didn’t say anything

“Well, if I win, Basilik is going to do my potions homework for two weeks, and Matthew is going to get me the Astronomy one”

“Fine”, said Matthew, and they both looked at you

“If I win, which I will…”, you didn’t even know what you wanted out of them, you wouldn’t trust them with your homework and you didn’t want to take baths with them. then it occurred to you, “I want you both to help me trap a Death’s head hawk moth and then morning dew”

“Those are almost impossible to fetch”, Theo said

“Hagrid had some of those moths”, you said, “he knows where they are, of course he is not going to let me have one, so we need to steal one”, you said with a pleased smile, “and then we need to sneak into the woods to get the dew by the river”

“Fine”, said Matthew

“Fine”, said Theo

You three “walked” hastily from one another. Ready to figure out what those objects were

You dissed the library, didn’t even consider it, and that was going to take you hours, so instead, you went straight to the source.

But it took you a while to find the one you were looking for, until you reached the first floor, in the hallway around the inner courtyard, she was walking to her last class of the day

“Granger!”, you called, you saw the smartest witch in my generation flinch in front of me, she didn’t even had to turn around to know who was calling her name.

As you walked to reach her all the students in you way stepped aside pretty quickly, to you get to her, that had stopped in her tracks. Any other day, you would be happy at the fact that she grabbed her books tightly against her chest while she avoided eye contact, but not today… not when you needed something from her, so you just smiled politely

“You know everything about muggles”, it wasn’t a question

“You can’t never truly know everything…”

“You get my meaning”, you interrupted, “I wanted to ask you something, for academic purposes of course”, that seemed to lighten up her chocolate eyes as she looked at you, now more interested than fearful

“For what reason?”, she asked, a hint of mischief showing up in her eyes

“Academic ones”, you repeated

“Maybe I can help you…”, she said dismissively

“I want to know… what is the purpose of a little yellow rubber duck?”, you said clearly, but in a hushed tone, you didn’t want anyone else to hear you

“Uh?”, you knew she had listened, but the little witch probably thought she misheard or had lost her mind

“Arubberduck”, you said hastily, losing your already short patience

“Oh”, she said, shaking her head like that could make her clear his ideas, “The purpose of a muggle rubber duck is clearly…”

“BASILIK!”, you growled rolling my eyes when you heard my name being called by that annoying mouth, just as you were getting my awaited answer, you turned around to meet Theodore who walked towards you pointing with his finger and an accusation in his eyes, “that is cheating”

“Bug off Theodore you didn’t even know what I was talking about with Granger!”, you said defensively. Granger took the opportunity to slip away from you and you growled, exasperated.

“We never said anything about asking anyone”, you said angrily.

So Matthew and you met again to discuss rules

Not asking anyone

“How am I to trust you both?”, you asked them both, “what if it's not in the library?”, you asked back, “its going to take us ages!”

“I can’t believe you are the one who wants to “cheat” on this”, laughed Theo

“I do not!”, you said defensively

“We have to rest of the semester to find this out”, muttered Matthew

“Very well then, let’s go together then”

And that is how you had a new study schedule

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mycupofrum · 1 year

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The art of seduction

Written for @prongsfoot-microfic. Combined two prompts: 5. game, 10. hope. On AO3.

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"I'm hopeless," James sighed, pushing his glasses up as he lay on the Common Room couch, his head resting on Sirius's lap. When he'd asked Evans out for the fifth time, she'd told him in great detail why they were a terrible match, one of the reasons being his frustratingly stubborn nature.

"There's still hope for you, but maybe not with Evans," Sirius said, stroking James's hair absentmindedly. He had no idea why James kept asking her out. This time, James's attempt had seemed a little half-hearted to Sirius, but he knew James needed to take his time for the message to sink in.

"Easy for you to say. You could have anyone."

"Not anyone," Sirius said quietly, but James wasn't listening.

"How would you seduce someone? Got any tips?"

Sirius's hand stilled. "What do you mean?"

"Well, since you're everyone's daydream. If you wanted to be with someone, how would you go about it?" James looked at him curiously from below.

"I never asked for anyone's attention, James. I couldn't care less about it. But since you ask, there is no one way to seduce someone." Sirius kept staring at the fireplace, determined not to look at James. "You have to get to know the other person. Find out what they like. See if you're a match."

"How would you seduce me?" James had a smirk on his face.

"Prongs, honestly..." Sirius rubbed his forehead.

"Well, go on. Nobody knows me better than you. How would you do it?" James sat up quickly, turning to face Sirius.

Finally, Sirius dropped his hand and glanced at James.

"I'd get physical."

"Excuse me?" James raised his brow.

It was Sirius's turn to grin. Two could play this game. "You're a physical bloke. Always hugging and slapping people on the back. It was so confusing to me when we first became friends since I wasn't used to anything like that at...home." His gaze had dropped to the floor, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

"Pads, hey." James leaned closer so their shoulders touched. "It's okay. It's over now, you got out of that place. You're stuck with me because I'll never let you go." He draped his arm around Sirius's shoulders.

"It's always going to be you and me against the world," James said like he believed his own words. And maybe he did, Sirius thought. He certainly wanted to believe James.

Sirius rested his head in the crook of James's neck and shoulder, his arm wrapped around his torso. "You and me," he whispered.

He looked up after a while, his heart racing as he moved his palm to cup James's face. His hazel eyes grew wider behind his glasses, and Sirius thought how amusing it was that it took a silly joke to make a point that was not actually funny at all, not to him. This was his heart on the line.

"You like this, don't you? You like being close, touched, caressed."

James swallowed thickly. "Yeah. I guess so."

Sirius brushed his thumb over James's lips, swearing internally because this game was quickly getting out of his control.

"You like being in charge, bossing others around, like the Quidditch team, Peter and sometimes even Remus, when he wants to listen to you." Sirius now stroked his thumb along James's cheek. James was staring at him, not saying anything but breathing rather shallowly.

"But what you really like best is when I tell you what to do and then you just do it," Sirius murmured into James's ear.

James took a shaky breath. "I – I've never... How do you –"

"If I asked you to kiss me right now, you'd do it, wouldn't you?"

"Are you – is that what you want?" James sounded confused but his cheeks were flushed and his eyes dark.

Sirius smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don't worry, darling. I was just fucking with you. But that's how I'd do it."

"What?"

"That's how I'd seduce you."

"Fucking hell, Sirius."

"You asked, I answered."

He stopped speaking when James grabbed him by the collar, his lips parted, so close Sirius could feel his warm breath on his skin.

"Well, why don't you tell me what you want and see if I'll do it?" James spoke in a hushed tone.

In the end, Sirius didn't need to say anything. He didn't even know who kissed first; their lips met halfway, sparking a wildfire of emotions, and they ended up snogging right there on the couch, only parting when someone wolf-whistled at them.

"Get a room you two!" Meadowes piped up from across the room. "There are children in here."

"Piss off," Sirius retorted lazily but shared an amused look with James.

"Want to go upstairs?"

James grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

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redheadspark · 7 months

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Halloween prompts 5. "You're like the toughest person I know! Am I really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?".

& 10. Laying awake at night after watching a horror movie that left them unnerved with Oliver

A/N - STELLA! I wrote a cute little something for Oliver, I hope you like it, my dear friend!

Lesson

Summary - Oliver brings you comfort the best way he can

Warning - Only Fluff :)

“I think we can learn from this experience, don’t you? As a teachable lesson?”

“You sound like McGonagall right now.”

“I shall take that as a compliment then, eh?”

You glared at Oliver as he dropped a blanket over your shoulders, tucking you in slightly as Oliver sat down next to you with two steaming cups of tea. He laughed, seeing how you were stubborn in your ways since mere hours earlier you decided to go out with a few of your girlfriends to see a muggle horror movie. Oliver was at work still with Puddlemure United, telling you that morning he was going to run late coming home because of practice. Some of your old schoolmates that you kept in touch with after leaving Hogwarts wanted to see a scary movie in a local muggle town, and of course, you thought it was a great idea.

A big mistake.

You’ve seen muggle films before, growing up around muggles and knowing that you did consider the Muggles your friends. Muggle movies were fun to go to, a great getaway to hide out from the heat on a hot summer day, or simply to see the latest film that people loved to talk about. But in this case, this horror film claimed to be the scariest thing ever to be on the big screen.

Coming home you were fine, thinking nothing of it and slipping into bed. But it was the few nightmares that claimed your thoughts and dreams that made you stay awake most of the night. Even Oliver, who finally came home near midnight, saw you dead awake with no sign of sleepiness in your eyes, and thought it was rather amusing that you would get nightmares of a fictional film. But he said nothing to tease you, simply a loving smile and a chuckle on his lips as he fixed up some tea and draped his old Gryffindor Quidditch blanket over your shoulders.

“Come here, luv,” he hummed, opening his arm for you to slip into his lap, arms around you in comfort and love as you rested your head on his shoulder, “You’re like the toughest person I know! Am I really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have ya cower in my lap?”

“Don’t tease, Oli,” You grumbled, though there was a small smile on your lips at the thought, “I didn’t think it was that scary,”

“Good thing I didn’t join ya then, eh?” He asked you, though you stayed quiet as he clicked his tongue, “It’s just a movie, luv. Nothin’ for ya to worry or think about, though I want ya to get some sleep. This tea will help, take a drink, okay?”

You hummed, reaching over to tap a small sip from the hot tea. It was soothing, going down your throat and you grinned at the biting yet delicious taste.

“Mmm, I like this,” You said with a smile.

“Good, my mum sent some over when you were at work. Apparently, it’s good for the nerves,” He explained as he rubbed your back with his knuckles, “She’s been makin’ Da drink it as of late, givin’ all of us tryin’ to get through what happened with You Know Who,”

“How is he, your Da?” You asked, looking up at him with a raised bro as Oliver shrugged.

“Better today, not as bad as two days ago. It’ll take him some time to be back to his old self, just like the rest of us.” He explained, pausing as he was mostly thinking to himself. You knew it to be true yourself, trying to find your balance in life after almost losing it all thanks to Voldemort and his uprising in the Magical World. Everyone around you seemed to have lost their way, some lost their lives, but in the end, that evil was snuffed out of the world. All you could do was try again, try and make your live worthwhile. You and Oliver found your own little home and safe haven in a muggle town, finding your own jobs to go to and relying on each other for comfort and resilience. And so far, it’s been working in your favor.

"Thank you, for this," You thanked Oliver, though he rolled his eyes.

"Nothin' that a cup of tea can't fix, and you never have to thank me for lovin' and takin' care of ya." he reassured you

“Let’s go visit them after Halloween,” You suggested, kissing his jaw briefly before hugging him tightly, “I’ve been missing to see your parents and have a chat with you,”

“Oh, what about, if I may ask?” Oliver asked playfully,

“How they raised a pretty amazing lad,” You teased back, seeing him smile as he kissed your forehead. You both sat for a few more minutes, drinking your teas together as the Autumn wind was howling right outside your window.

The End.

Halloween Prompt Session

#harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #hp rp #hp fandom #oliver wood x you #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood x y/n #writing #fanfiction #oliver wood #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood imagine

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charmsandtealeaves · 1 year

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@jilymicrofics | February Prompt List | No.10: Command

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“Potter can use his quidditch voice with me anytime….” A girl spoke on the other side of the stall. Lily could hear that the girl had cupped a hand over her mouth in a futile attempt to stifle giggles with her friends. She wasn’t supposed to be overhearing a gaggle of girls gossiping about Potter in the bathroom. But when nature calls you have to answer. She wasn’t particularly interested in pushing past the gossips in order to wash her hands, so she hid in the stall and waited. What these girls obsession with Potter was she had no idea. Sure he’d filled out more over the summer so he was now more lean than lanky. Anyone would have to be blind to have not noticed the way his shoulder and arm muscles had bulked. But he was a chaser for crying out loud, he needed muscle to be half decent. And James was more than half decent at quidditch she had to admit. He had raw talent but he also worked hard for it. Having been granted the position as captain the Gryffindor team was now doing twice the usual amount of practises than usual during quidditch season. Potter was nothing if not dedicated to the position. As for his “quidditch voice” she hadn’t the foggiest what this lot was talking about. Though she had a sneaking suspicion this group was part of the crowd of curious on lookers that had been booted off the pitch during this mornings practice. Potter hated an audience for practises. He’d made that extremely clear after the hoards from other houses had gathered in the stands to watch trials earlier in the year. The only exception to that rule was his mates and even then that was by invitation only. He’d been in a right foul mood at breakfast. Complaining about how Hufflepuff had spies on the side line this morning. But listening to the current commentary it sounded like these girls minds were far from stealing quidditch strategy. “If only he had eyes for more than Evans. Honestly it’s a real waste. If she’s not willing to ride his broomstick that’s her problem not ours.” Potter had only publicly asked her out once, and privately twice before that. But that was the end of that. They were borderline friends now. Aided by his prowess for potions and her being in need of a new partner this year. If Potter wasn’t interested in a flirtatious rendezvous with any of these girls it was hardly her fault. If they wanted to date him so badly they should be more forthcoming about it to his face. “I bet she’d change her tune if she heard him on the pitch.” Lily listened as footsteps echoed off the cold stone and the bathroom door swung open and closed, leaving the space empty and quiet again. She poked her head out of the stall gingerly just to be sure, before she made a mad dash for the basins.

“Remus!” Lily greeted her fellow prefect cheerily as she saw him walking ahead of her down the third floor corridor. Remus and Peter stopped in their stead and turned back to face her. “Morning Lily!” “You boys off to the library? I could use someone going over my runes essay.” “Sorry Lil. We were just heading down to the pitch. I’d be happy to take a look at it after lunch.” Remus assured her with a smile. “Oh, that’s alright. Would you mind if I joined you? I could use a little sun and fresh air.” Remus and Peter shared a pointed look. “I’m sure James wouldn’t mind in the slightest,” Peter answered.

James noticed them the second they took their place in the stands. Or more accurately he noticed her as soon as they entered the stands. It was hard not to miss that flash of auburn hair. He was accustomed to his dorm mates at practise but as far as he was aware Lily Evans hadn’t ever watched quidditch except for game days. She had a piece of parchment she was handing over to Remus. Ah. Yes that made sense. Lily and Remus shared ancient tunes together. She often asked for him to approve of her homework. That didn’t however make her presence any less distracting to him. He needed his focus on his team if they were going to outwit Ravenclaw the following weekend. So he turned his back to her and attempted to push her to the back of his mind for the time being. “Keep your elbow loose McKinnon! Atta girl!” He yelled to his fellow chaser, who was taking penalty shots at their keeper.

Lily’s visceral reaction to James’ shout surprised her. Suddenly she knew exactly what those girls in the bathroom had been on about. Usually the crowd was too loud to hear Potter shouting plays on match day. But now she could hear his every word. Potter was certainly commanding. She felt her face flush and was pleased he had his back to her so as not to see it. “Would you like my ear muffs Lily? You look cold. Your ears and cheeks are a little red.” “Oh… no you’re quite alright Peter, I’m plenty warm enough. Thank you.”

#jilymicrofics #jily #jple #james potter #lily evans #Charms Library

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jfleamont · 2 months

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Opening lines

Thank you for the tag @mppmaraudergirl and @eastwindmlk for tagging me!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

1. Divination (from Jily drabbles and one shots)

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

2. The Falcon and The Squid

Marlene: what are you guys doing right now? wanna help us build our lego millennial falcon?

3. I Want To Hold Your Hand

Her legs are intertwined with his; she’s curled around him, and the palm of her hand is resting on his chest.

4. Ticket To Ride

The last few days of term are always spent like this, leisurely lying in the sun in front of the lake without a care in the world.

5. Treat Me Like You Did The Night Before

The common room was packed, filled to the brim with students celebrating the beginning of the Christmas break; the train was set to leave the following morning, and everyone was busy saying goodbye.

6. All The Things I Would Do

“Make it make sense, Moony. Why did Poland deserve to win the last Quidditch World Cup when their strategy relied solely on defense?”

7. The Love You Take

The sounds coming from the kitchen are her favourite.

8. Your Eyes The Door To Hell And All Within

Waking up early on a Saturday morning wasn't exactly Lily's thing.

9. Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

“I am finished.”

10. The Tree House

The radio had drowned out her footsteps, but not his thoughts.

Well, I rarely start with dialogues, I prefer setting the scene first and the sentences are all quite short; other than that, I haven't noticed anything else :)

I'm tagging @juniperpyre, @thecasualauthor18, @tinyluminaryzombie, @ohmygodshesinsane, @uncertainwallflower, @arianatwycross, @apalapucian, @annasghosts, @flowerpottlady @emeralddoeadeer and whoever wants to do it since I'm sure I'm forgetting someone lol

#tag game #jfleamont rambles

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reveriedraffs · 2 months

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~ Things you should add in your Morden hogwarts DR (which basically i add in my morden hogwarts dr) ~

also, you can use it in your modern Hogwarts university dr, in my modern Hogwarts dr, the university is included with a bunch of job opportunities.

1. The Internet Network

Magic World has its internet network where males use @/wizards and females use @/witches and as for ‘.com’ they use .magic

(note: this is what I put in my HP dr personally you can change it however you like and this is the logo I came up with because this is the only logo that has similarities with all the magical schools and wizarding worlds)

2. The credit, Debit & ATM cards

I found these cards on the internet and though why not should use it in my dr so here you guys go.

3. ID cards

here is a small template along with it to write down about yourself.

4. House-based drinks cups + Bottles

(Like we had Starbucks and all but in Hogwarts addition)

5. House based Smartwatches

(you don't really need them but why not make it fun right?)

6. House based suitcases

7. Cheerleaders for Quidditch

(why not have cheerleaders while we are at it? huh)

8. Field trips (and outfits)

this outfits i basically used it for field trips but you can make them you university uniforms too but for that i have specifically university uniform and it's so freaking extra. well i love being extra what can i say)

(girls and boys outfit included)

9. Cute little lockers based on houses

10. Merches for quidditch + Houses

11. Passport + Hogwarts express ticket

12. Outfits for girls based on Hogwarts houses

(i wanted to find outfits for guys too but i couldn't find much but dw.. i will search a bit more and found for them too right now these outfits i add here is which i add in my dr)

13. The university uniform

Last but not least. The uniforms which I have in my Hogwarts morden University.

The white one is slytherin, black one is Hufflepuff but you can change them and make the white one Hufflepuff and black one slytherin it's all upto you. and the last two of course ravenclaw and gryffindor.

so that's it!!

#reality shifting #current reality #desire reality #manifestation #void success #shifting realities #cr #dr #ideas #waiting room #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts houses #hogwarts legacy #hogwart shifting #loa #loassumption #law of assumption

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emeritusemeritus · 9 months

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Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 7.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

A little fluff, a little smut 🤍 all aboard the Freddie train 🌹

A constant, thumping noise woke you from your heavy sleep, firstly permeating your dreams before you roused, eventually realising it was someone knocking on the door.

Ginny, beside you, groaned as she pulled herself out of the bundle of blankets on the floor and stood up to answer the annoying knock.

Hermione seemed to also groan as she woke up abruptly, sitting straight up in bed on alert as she waited for whoever was knocking to reveal themselves.

"What?" You heard Ginny say abruptly as she flung open the door, making you turn your head towards the noise.

"Bloody hell, had a fight with a thunderbird in your sleep?" the voice laughs, noticing her disheveled appearance.

"What do you want?" She mutters, annoyed.

"Mum says breakfast's ready sleepyheads," you heard George say, at least you were 80% sure it was George; your eyes were still bleary and you're consciousness hadn't fully set in yet.

"Okay," Ginny says, closing the door in George's face.

You rub your eyes and try to come round but it was a struggle. You had gone to bed late after staying up to watch another movie and gossiping well into the night. You'd painted each others nails, talked about boys and pretty much every teenage sleepover cliche you could think of, laughing and giggling until the early hours.

You considered getting changed briefly but when Ginny and Hermione made no attempt to dress, you decided to stay in your pyjamas for breakfast. Ginny threw her robe over herself and you cursed yourself for not bringing yours.

"You go on, I've just got to grab something from Fred and George's room," you told the girls as they made their way downstairs, "tell your mum I'll just be a second."

The door was open and the room was vacant so you stepped into the room and walked straight over to your case, reaching for the jumper you'd left there the previous day, throwing it over you with little thought before making your way to the table.

The twins were sat together for once and the only vacant seat was between Fred and Ginny so you sat down in between them, greeting everyone as you took your place. Ron was already heaping food into his mouth as both Hermione and Molly warned him to chew as everyone else tucked in with more civility than Ron, except maybe for the twins.

You could feel both of their eyes on you as they ate but you ignored them for now, much too tired to be playing games this early in a morning.

"Here you go dear," Molly says, placing down a steaming cup of tea in front of you as she whizzed around. You turned with a wide smile, thankful she'd been so thoughtful and she smiled back, "just like me, can't start the day without a cup of tea."

"And rightly so," Arthur says with a nod as he raises his own mug of tea, making you chuckle. "So what does everyone have planned for today?"

Ron immediately begins talking with his mouthful, explaining that they had all decided to hold a mini quidditch match on the back field and everyone would be joining in.

"Bagsy referee," you said quickly, Not wanting to actually play. It worked out well as there were seven of you and it would have been uneven if not. Ron looks over at you and smiles, nodding, as if he'd already predicted it.

You could still feel Fred's eyes on you so you bit the bullet and turned to look at him, seeing that he was looking at your braids, his eyes washing over your face each time he could sneak a glance.

You frowned, wordlessly asking him why he was looking but he merely smirked and gave you a subtle wink, focusing his attention back to his food.

After breakfast, you walked up to Ginny's room to help her clear up before grabbing your makeup bag and hairbrush and walking to the twins' room. They weren't back yet and so you sat down at the desk and began putting a little bit of makeup on, namely just a little dab of concealer under your slightly puffy, tired eyes and some mascara, finishing with a slick of lip balm.

"Morning," George drawls, walking into the room and noticing you sat at his desk. You turn and smile at him, greeting him with a good morning as you reach out your arms for him, making little grabby hands. He chuckles, walking over to you and immediately lifts you into his arms so that you're stood facing him. You immediately rest your head on his chest, feeling comforted in your sleepy state, knowing that George cuddles would make everything better.

"Still tired baby?" He asks quietly, reaching up to pull a little strand of hair that you'd pulled from your braid out of your face. You nodded into his chest, the soft material of his jumper rubbing against you, feeling his chest rumble with a light chuckle. You felt yourself go a little mushy at him calling you baby, having never heard him call you that before and you couldn't help but smile into his chest.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" You heard Fred say as he walks noisily into the room, shutting the door with a bang. You lift your head from George's chest, still entwined with his body and turn to see Fred smirking at you. "I nip for a piss and he gets all the affection?"

"Ssssh," you say weakly, too tired for his sarcasm as you reach your hand out for him.

"Our girl's still tired," George explains, passing you over to his slightly older brother. You can't help but feel that same warmth at being called our girl, apparently George was attempting to turn you to mush this morning. Fred immediately opens his arms for you as you limply slide from one body to another, instantly burrowing into his chest as his arms wrap tightly around you.

"Wanna take a nap before quidditch?" Fred asks, but you shake your head, knowing you just needed to wake up more.

"Ron'll be pounding at the door soon anyway," you explain, knowing the youngest male Weasley had little to no patience.

As you predicted, it took Ron no less than twenty minutes before he was yelling and banging about trying to get everyone over to the field as quickly as possible. A few years back when Fred and George had wanted to join the quidditch team, the family had made a little homemade quidditch pitch on the field behind the house, made from scrap metal for the goals and a selection of used balls Arthur had managed to find cheap. There was no golden snitch but rather a muggle golf ball Arthur had lying about in the shed which he had enchanted to act like the real thing, he'd even charmed it to turn a golden colour.

Seeing Fred and George in their quidditch robes always made you want to squeeze your legs together, the vivid colours and the silky flowing robes mixed with the rigid leather safety armour did something to you that you couldn't explain. You helped Fred put on his forearm protectors, doing up the little buckles before helping George with his. The attraction died a little at seeing them place their goggles around their necks but still, they made it look better than a his e you'd ever seen.

They grabbed their bats from the little closet and they were ready for the game.

"So do we get a prize if we win?" Fred smirks, pulling you by the hips to crash into his body, flirting and smirking dangerously at you.

"Hmmm, I'd say so," you flirt back, reaching up to place your arms around his neck. His gaze flicks down to your lips and he wastes no time in devouring you, fixing you with a passionate kiss that makes your knees tremble.

"Do we get to chose our reward?" George says, moving in behind you as you pull back from Fred's lips, George's now placing little kisses to your neck, behind your ear.

"You're on opposing teams right?"

"Yeah princess," Fred nods, his brow knitting together as he questions you. "Can't have two world class beaters on the same team now can we?"

"I'll make you a deal," you say, smirking. "Whichever team wins, that brother gets to do anything to me or have anything done to them," you flirt seductively.

"Merlin," you hear George say behind you, pushing his hips into your ass at the sudden arousal that washes over him. Fred growls under his breath and does a little involuntary shiver at your words.

"Brother, you're going down," George says with a sudden determination, flicking his gaze to Fred.

"More like she'll be going down, on me, when I win," Fred bites back sarcastically as equally competitive as his brother.

"Come on!" Fred says, marching out of the room with a renewed vigour that you have to laugh at.

———

It was neck and neck for the majority of the game. You'd been keeping score for the past hour and twenty minutes and it had been a close call a few times as Harry and Ginny had come close to catching the 'snitch' but had not yet managed to catch it.

Due to limited players they had all agreed to sharing some roles and limiting the number of bludgers on the field.

Fred and George were opposing team captains due to their age, or seniority as they had put it, and had picked their teams wisely. Fred had gone first, naturally stating that he was the older twin and had picked Harry, with George choosing Ginny immediately after. Fred then chose Ron and George picked Hermione, though he was left with no choice.

Ron and Hermione were acting as keepers, with Fred and George as beaters and Ginny and Harry were chasers and seekers. The primary goal was to score the highest points within the given time frame of two hours, hence why Harry and Ginny were split between roles. If the snitch could be caught by then it would be an extra bonus and a game winner but unlike regular games, it wouldn't be the primary focus.

"10 points to Team F!" You shout as Harry sneaks a goal Ron. "Well done Harry! Come on Ronald! That big silver hoop behind you is supposed to be guarded!" You shouted out heckling Ron who shot you a glare and held up two fingers as everyone laughed.

You'd been shouting praise and also heckling the entire game, keeping neutral to both teams and you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. All the Weasley's seemed to have a pure talent for quidditch, most especially George you'd noticed, and you had to admit that the twins had a knack for making it as hot as possible.

"WOO well done Hermione!" You shouted as she blocked one of Ginny's shots.

Arthur had come out and dropped off some post game refreshments courtesy of Molly and had sat with you cheering everyone on for a little while.

"Dad... Dad!" Fred shouted with a beaming smile, getting Arthur's attention. "Want to join? I'll sub out for you!" He laughed as he whizzed by. Arthur chuckled and shook his head vigorously, waving off his son as he flew past. George then began shouting over asking for Arthur to join and they did eventually manage to get Arthur to clumsily mount Fred's broom and hover around just far enough off the ground that it could count as flying, though he was mightily unsteady. “It's a young ones game, flying," he laughs, handing Fred the broom back as he claps him on the back and sets off back to the house.

There were only 5 minutes left of the game and Fred's team was winning by 10 points, a fact he was proudly boasting about as he cockily whizzed around the opposing team.

You watched intently as Ginny zipped around doing flamboyant acrobatics on the broom, trying to throw off Hermione, who's eyes were trained in on the youngest Weasley. Ginny suddenly whizzed through Fred and Harry's defences as George and Harry collided mid-air and managed to get one last goal in as Hermione was momentarily distracted.

You cheered and looked at the little chicken shaped egg timer that Molly had leant you and saw that there were just two minutes remaining until the two hour cut off was up. Both teams were now tied, locked in a draw between.

The tension between the teams increased tenfold as you shouted out signalling the last two minutes as the friendly game suddenly turned painfully competitive as each team fought to be the winners, desperate to gain one last goal.

Suddenly, Harry whizzed away on his broom as he approached the goal, narrowly avoiding a bludger that George had slung his way. You frowned, watching Harry suddenly take off in the complete opposite direction, abandoning the quaffel altogether. Ginny immediately took notice of Harry's disappearance and began following him, though her broom was not as quick as Harry's. Harry suddenly lurched, coming to a full stop midair and dropped down atleast 20 feet, pulling back and then lunging forward. He lost his balance and toppled off his broom, falling the last bit of distance onto the ground, which was thankfully not too far away. He managed to fall somewhat gracefully as everyone looked on in shock.

The F team erupted in cheers as Harry suddenly turned and waved the golden snitch in the air, jumping in victory as the other team looked on with sour faces.

"150 points to the F team!" You cheered, announcing their overwhelming victory, just in time for the timer to ring out, signalling the end of the game.

"Fred's team are the winners!"

——-

"So princess, when do I get my prize?" Fred asks cheekily as he peels off his leather arm and shin guards once you and the twins had returned to their room.

"Once you've showered," you joke, hopping onto the bed as you watch both twins change out of their quidditch uniform.

"I don't blame her, you smell like a bin mate," George jokes, tossing his quidditch jumper into the little washing hamper in the corner of their room, shoving a plain, dark grey T-shirt on in its place.

"You're one to talk," Fred mutters, seemingly unable to come up with a better retort, causing George to snort out a laugh before throwing himself onto the bed beside you.

"You know he's right," you say, trying to distance yourself from George, "you both smell like an oozing bundimun."

"How dare you angel," George gasps as he reaches out to pull you closer. You immediately squirm away as you hold back a squeal.

"Shower then cuddles! No chance of me cuddling you both until you've had a good scrub," you laugh though you're being entirely serious.

Fred slinks away to shower, grumbling under his breath as he walks out, leaving just you and George in the room, both of you lounging perpendicularly on the bed.

"So what's our plan tonight?" You ask, reaching over to him to play with his hair, making his eyes flutter closed as he smiles, enjoying the sensation.

"We? Nothing angel, you're all Fred's tonight," George says with a smirk. You immediately stop your ministrations at the new information, not realising tonight would be Fred's night with you.

"What will you do?" You ask, realising only after you'd spoken how worried you sounded at the prospect of George being kicked out of his own room, unless Fred was taking you somewhere.

George simply smiles and winks at you, "that's not your concern tonight angel."

Fred comes back in a little while later, with only a towel wrapped around his hips and messy, drying hair which looks unbelievably good on him. George immediately heads towards the bathroom himself to shower and you're left alone with a cheeky, smirking Fred.

"See something you like princess?" He smirks, pretending to pose for you in his towel. You bite your bottom lip to stop your smile spreading but you nod anyway, looking seductively up at him. He immediately notices the look in your eye and his own eyes seem to darken in both realisation and arousal.

He moves closer to where you are lay on the bed and leans down to kiss you, his hand instantly cupping the curvature of your jaw.

"Do I get my prize now?" He asks, pulling away just slightly to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. You nod, unable to take your gaze away from him, watching how his smile breaks out over his face.

"Anything you want Freddie," you say breathily, a nervous excitement building in you at the thought.

"Get naked, right now," he says, giving you one last kiss before pulling you off the bed and taking your place. Arousal shoots over you at the thought of stripping for him and you briefly thanked yourself mentally for wearing cute underwear.

You take off your thin jumper, dropping it to the floor before shimming out of your jeans, wiggling your hips just a little more than usual. You peel the T-shirt off over your head in a way that briefly pushes your breasts together as you throw it down onto the little pile.

You hear Fred take a deep breath as you stand before him in just your underwear, a pale blue set with floral embroidery on, mostly see through in all the right places.

"You've been wearing that all day under your clothes?" He asks and you nod, biting your lip at his suddenly dominant tone. "Leave them on."

He reaches for you and pulls you by the hand to stand in front of him and immediately begins peppering kissed along the waistband of your panties; the wave of arousal at his actions has you uncomfortably wet already.

"On your knees princess," he says into the skin of your tummy, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He immediately opens up the towel he's wearing, leaving him completely nude before you. Your mouth waters at seeing his perfect cock already hard and leaking, virtually begging to be sucked. You look up into his eyes, finally managing to pull your gaze away from his body to see him staring at you in anticipation, watching your every move.

You begin to kiss his inner thighs, teasing him, making his hips surge up at the contact as you get closer and closer to where he needs your mouth. Each time to get closer, his cock twitches in anticipation and you have to hold back a little smug smile at seeing the affect you have on him.

You surprise him but licking a long stripe on the underside of his cock, from the very bottom right to the leaking tip. He gasps and curses at the contact, staring down at you as you focus on teasing him. His cock twitches again and this time you take pity on him and place his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head as he curses and drops his head back onto the pillows. You begin to take more and more of his beautiful cock into your mouth, deeper each time as your tongue works over him, giving him the best possible sensation you can.

His gaze flicks between watching you take his cock and squeezing his eyes shut tightly at the pleasure. You kiss down the seam of his balls and begin to take them into your mouth, toying with each one and giving them a little suck, earning you an even louder moan from him.

Suddenly, he pulls you away and stares at you for a moment, breathless and aroused.

He suddenly stands and towers over you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as you feel his fingers begin to toy with the thin straps of your thing. He roughly pulls it from your body until the tiny panties fall at your ankles, leaving your bare pussy exploded to him.

He kissed your inner thighs as you stand in front of the bed whilst he props himself on the edge of the bed, teasing you as you had him. His kisses move inwards and you can't help but rock your hips, trying to make his tongue make contact with your clit. He smirks, chuckling slightly before leaning in and licking along your pussy lips, getting a taste of you.

His tongue immediately drags down to your centre and he gathers up some of your pooling wetness, moaning as it hits his tongue before dragging his tongue through your folds and up to your clit. He teasingly circles your clit a few times in feather like motions before sucking on it, his mouth wrapping around your little bud and sucking in short sharp bursts, making you gasp and force your hands into his still damp hair.

He moans as your hips rock against his face until he suddenly pulls away and scoots up the bed so he's now lying back down. "Want you to sit that pretty pussy on my face sweetheart," he says, holding out his hand for you to grab onto.

He manhandles you into position, facing away from him so you're face to face with his raging erection and his mouth is in perfect reach of your pink pussy. His tongue finds your clit and you have to force yourself to hold back a loud shout at the sensation, finding that the new angle was absolutely perfect. You felt his tongue prodding at your wet little hole and you couldn't help but spill out a moan that earned you a swift spank your bum cheek.

Not able to wait any longer you immediately put your mouth back on his cock, sucking with everything you had as you wrapped your lips around him, hollowed out your cheeks and attempted to suck him right down. He moaned and growled into your folds at the feel of your mouth on his cock, fuelling him to lick faster and harder as he focused his attention on your swollen, pink nub that was desperate for him.

You felt yourself building to an almighty climax and couldn't help but roll your hips on his face, desperately chasing your orgasm. He moaned wildly as you began to ride his face, his big hands resting on your bum as he pulled you open, desperate to get as far into your pussy as he could.

You cried out, unable to stop yourself as your orgasm crested, the feel and taste of his cock in your mouth and his perfect mouth on your pussy was too much and you came all over his face. As soon as your orgasm began to drift away, his hips started jerking and you knew he was about to cum himself. He poked his tongue into your dripping hole as you moaned around his cock and he suddenly came down your throat, growling and groaning into your folds as his cock twisted violently in your mouth. You never stopped sucking him until you were certain he had rode out his orgasm, only stopping once he pulled away from you as his limbs fell limp on the bed. You crawled off of him, placing a gentle kiss to his tip before turning to look at him, seeing his eyes closed and a wide, satisfied smile on his lips.

"Merlin princess, think you just sucked my soul out," he says, still smiling and blindly reaching for you.

"Gingers don't have souls," you joked back, using the old time joke you'd heard time and time again.

He barked out a laugh before flicking open one eye, "I was trying to be sweet there," he chuckled and you join him, flopping down onto his chest as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He pulls you into a lazy but sensual kiss and you suddenly taste yourself, only fuelling the sensuality of it all. When he pulls away, his long fingers drift down to your bra which is still on.

"I really like this," he says as his fingers pluck at the little embroidered flowers over the blue material. "And the braids, actually. All of you really."

You look up at him and he has one of the most sincere looks in his eye that it momentarily shocks you, seeing so much adoration in them that you can only smile and burrow into his chest. He kissed the top of your head as you burrow and just holds you for a few moments.

"We really need to change these sheets," you say as you pull away to get dressed after one last kiss, "George will be mortified if he has to sleep on these."

You turn as your hear Fred let out a dark chuckle,

"Georgie isn't sleeping here tonight."

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FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 9: Quidditch Try-Outs

Normally the try-outs happen in early September, but given last year's prohibition of quidditch Headmaster Black decided that the try-outs would take place in mid-October. A month had passed and Ominis had not come closer to figuring the prophecy out. Since classes weren't taking up all of my time, I had plenty of hours to practice duelling in the Undercroft as well as improving my skills on the broom. At this point, I was a more than solid flyer and Imelda had even let me practice as a keeper which I had gotten better and better at.

It is October 11th and as I step out on the quidditch field I am surrounded by other Slytherin students that are trying out for the team. You can barely see more than 10 metres ahead due to the heavy fog and massive raindrops that are covering the castle. Some second and third-years are warming up on their brooms while some people are trying to catch the snitch, unsuccessfully. This isn't looking hopeful for Slytherin, I think.

''Y/n!'' It's Imelda's highly pitched voice coming from the centre of the field. ''I'm so glad you're trying out. With you on our team, we might actually have a chance at winning this year's quidditch cup!''

''You convinced me after all that training. This, however, isn't looking too hopeful.'' I say and nod towards the younger Slytherin students trying to chase the snitch.

Imelda is wrinkling her nose and gives me a funny look. As a matter of fact, she is growing on me and I do not despise her nearly as much as I used to. She sighs and presses her thumb and index finger on her nasal bone.

''Don't get started.'' She says angrily as if she's on the verge of a breakdown. ''But I have seen you. You're a fast flyer. And your vision is solid. Maybe you'll make the cut for seeker.''

I had never spent much time thinking about which position I would want to have, but keeper is the one I feel most comfortable with. Finally, Imelda announces that it's my turn to try out. She lets me protect the goals, which I do successfully. But before I touch the ground she stops me. She holds the golden snitch in her hand.

''I want to see how well you do as a seeker.'' She releases her firm gold of the snitch and it quickly finds its way somewhere in the fog, nowhere to be seen. ''Off you go! Find it!''

I take off, trying to see but my attempts are unsuccessful. Eventually, when it feels as if my face is gonna fall off from the cold I see it. After having it within eyesight for a moment, I manage to catch it and get down on the ground. I hold it in front of Imelda proudly. She looks even more proud than me.

''Well done.'' She actually looks impressed.

She announces that try-outs are over and she will announce later tonight who made it on the team and who didn't.

The day passes and it takes me a solid few hours to get the heat back up. I'm wearing my warmest sweater as I make my way towards the common room. On the way I pick up a hot cup of tea, not really because I want to drink it but because I need to get my fingers warm. The Slytherin common room is cold naturally, but right now it feels colder than ever.

I see Imelda standing in front of the massive windows facing the Black Lake, surrounded by almost every Slytherin student. You can feel the tension in the air - The nervosity, the pride. I recognize many of them from earlier today, at the quidditch field. Sebastian is sitting in a couch with his face buried deep into a book, seeming completely unaware that the entire house of Slytherin is standing next to him. It always fascinated me how he could just disappear into a book like that, letting it consume his entire surroundings. As Imelda announces the positions for chasers, beater and keeper I don't hear my name. This means that I either didn't make the cut, or I'm becoming our new seeker.

''And our last announcement is for our new seeker...'' She is letting the tension build up and everyone seems most excited to hear about this specific position. Finally she breaks the silence. ''Welcome our new seeker - Y/n!''

Everyone is applauding and cheering, but I don't care about their praise. I look at Sebastian and for the first time since I arrived he looks up from his book and stands up, clapping and cheering. My face lights up with joy and I run over to him. He holds out his arms and I hug him. His arms lifts me up firmly and spins me around. I feel dizzy from the euphoric feelings that are running through my body. I'm not sure if it's his touch, or the fact that I managed to get the most desired position on the team.

''Not bad for a new girl.'' He says and grins. ''Sporty and good at duelling? You never stop surprising me.''

''I have more layers than that.'' I say with a cocky tone. ''You just don't know all of them yet.''

''Is that so?'' He tilts his head, still grinning but also looking a bit intrigued. ''Well, then I simply must be enlightened.''

''I'm rather good at potions.'' I say and he looks confused and surprised.

''I'm aware of that. Are you telling me that you're actually not full of surprises, Y/n?'' He mocks me. ''Are you telling me that I actually do read you like a book?''

I shake my head frustratedly. He pulls me away and leads me out into the castle corridor.

''Have you heard about the Room of Requirement?'' He asks as soon as we leave the common room.

I nod.

''Then I demand you show me yours. If it is what I expect, you owe me one. If it's not, then I guess I owe you one.'' He says and starts leading the way.

When we enter the Room of Requirement, my room, and his muth falls to the floor when he sees the walls covered in books. Almost all of them are unread and untouched, but they still impress him. Above us, the sky full of stars shows itself through the glass ceiling and he also notices the balcony with a grand telescope. He actually looks surprised.

''I have to admit, this is not what I expected.'' He says. ''Didn't know you were into astronomy this much.''

''The stars and the universe always fascinated me.'' I say. ''There's so much out there that we know nothing about. It just gets me every time.''

''I get it. It's the same way for me when it comes to books.'' He says in an understanding voice. ''I guess I owe you one, then. Anytime, new girl.''

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