#a week later i saw the astronomy book and just.... took it to my room

[mushroom-through-the-stargate]

i know that whenever im like "im gonna commit crimes" i add "for legal reasons this is A Joke" but like.... my favourite book that i have is stolen :)

[curseofaphrodite]

Hermione ends up confessing out of anger when somebody flirts with f!reader

Jealousy Hermione x fem!reader ~ summary: jealous Hermione + happy ending. Loved writing this, but I did stray a bit off the original request. There's not much of a fight, but hopefully it's not too bad!

gif from tenor

You and Hermione have always been close. Bestfriends, even. Which is why you knew you shouldn't have a crush on her, because you can't lose the one person who mattered the most to you. You couldn't stand her rejection either. So you took your feelings and dumped them in that part of your head which you never looked at.

You hated it when anyone tried to make Ron blush by talking about Hermione. He was a constant reminder that not only would you never get the girl you love, but you were also going to have to deal with the pain that she would one day be with one of your closest friends. Of course, not anytime soon, because both Ron and Hermione were too stubborn to admit their feelings.

Or maybe she doesn't have any feelings for him at all, you had hoped that every single day, but now you weren't so sure. The pain didn't get smaller, but you learned to ignore it.

"Y/N!" Harry sat down beside you in the common room, eating a chocolate frog.

"Why's your hair full of snow?" You asked, laughing.

"Because it's snowing outside and I was visiting Hagrid." He replied, trying to shake the snow out of his hair, but only making his hair messier.

"Stay still, for fuck's sake." You did your best to get his hair clean again, not noticing Ron and Hermione sitting across from you.

"You could just use a spell, you know." She snapped, startling you both.

"Holy hell, you're quieter than the damn ghosts." You exclaimed.

"Actually, Sir Nicholas can't shut his mouth." Ron shrugged.

"Hey Y/N, I actually have a lot of work left on astronomy. Can you please help me?" Harry asked, dragging out the please. He knew you'd help him anyway.

"What do I get?" You asked, your hands folded.

"Anything from Honeydukes the next time we go to Hogsmeade."

"Promise?"

"Scout's honor." He grinned, getting up. "I've got to get my books and then we'll meet up in the library?"

"Sure, let me get my stuff too." You were both off, talking about random stuff.

...leaving a very annoyed Hermione and an oblivious Ron.

"Good for him!" He said once you were both out of their earshot.

"Why?" Hermione asked, a bit too sharply.

"Did you not see what I saw? He scored a date with her! Hogsmeade, Honeydukes? Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?"

Her mouth fell open. "That's not a date, we do it all the time!"

"Yeah, the three of us. OH, wait you know what, I take back I said. He didn't get a date-" Ron said quickly.

Hermione sighed in relief.

"-he got two dates!"

"What?"

"They're both in the library, Hermione. Talking about stars. Alone. Very romantic. I'm proud of them." He sighed.

"You're insufferable." She stood up, walking away.

What did I do now? He thought, before shrugging and eating the rest of the chocolate frogs that Harry had left behind. - A week later. "How was your date?" Hermione asked as you got back.

"What date?" You were confused. And possibly a bit distracted by her new perfume. God, it smelled great.

"Harry? I thought you went to Hogsmeade together."

"Yeah, because he owed me. Speaking of!" You dumped the bag in her bed, and a lot of candy came spilling out. Hermione looked indifferent.

"Come on, I saved them for you!" You took a random one and pointed it at her face. She waved it away.

"Y/N, just- listen to me, you can't lead him on then! It's rude!"

"He doesn't like me, and I'm pretty sure he's got a crush on Ginny." You said, confused by her defensiveness. "What's going on? Are you good-"

You stopped when the realization hit you.

"You're jealous!"

Hermione turned red, and no words came out of her mouth. She kept her eyes at anywhere but you.

"It's true, isn't it? Holy shit. You and Harry! You li-"

"What? I don't like Harry, Y/N what are you talking about?" She asked in disbelief.

"Uh- so you're not jealous?"

"You're so dense!" Hermione threw her hands to the air, giving up. "It's you! Always been you! I like you, okay? Far too much and uh- Y/N?"

You were frozen, the candy slipping down from your hands.

"Y/N! Are you okay?"

"Please tell me you're not lying right now. That would be cruel." You said slowly.

"I'm not. I've been in denial but I couldn't stand him flirting with you-"

"That wasn't flirting." You laughed. Could anyone blame you? All of this made you so fucking happy. You kept laughing and threw yourself at her, attacking her in a huge hug. "You have no idea how much I like you."

"Maybe you could tell me? This Saturday, Hogsmeade?' She breathed and you broke away from her hug, feeling mesmerized under her glance. She looked absolutely stunning this close. But when did she not?

"It's a date," You said, bumping your forehead gently to hers. Her fingers intertwined between yours.

"It's a date." She repeated, smiling.

[quillsanddaydreams]

i don't like you

james potter x reader

—author's note: This was a story from my main that I adored so I thought why not rewrite it? The plot is the same, my ability to tell a story however, has changed. James and you do not like each other. Not even a bit. I hope you enjoy ;) Please do leave a comment, it makes my day.

—warning(s): couple of harmless pranks, slytherin! gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren't used).

—word count: 3,431

Groaning, you got up and squinted to make out the details of your dorm. Shouts and rushing made your head thump. You slowly realized a god-awful smell was filling up your room, quicker than you could think. Squeezing your nose shut, you rushed out. Other Slytherins were alongside you, you could hear coughing all around. Your eyes pricked with tears, your throat felt raw. Seeing a very familiar messy dark-haired boy run away jeering; you sensed rage gripping your form like a vice.

Third time. It was the third time the same week that Potter and the elder Black brother had pranked you all. Except it wasn’t funny anymore. That was what pranks were supposed to be right? Something that made everyone laugh along? Looking towards Elodie who was clenching her eyes shut at the sensation, you made a plan in your mind. You knew it was crazy. But when did that ever stop you? James had never conversed with you. Nor you, him. Yet it was clear that he did not like Slytherins. Not one bit.

-♡♡♡-

James yawned, stretching his limbs for a new day. Scrunching his nose, he felt a flowery scent attack him. Maybe it was just Sirius with one of his experiments. Shrugging, he got up and into the shower. That day he had transfiguration, charms, and astronomy. Thankfully nothing with the snakes, they might still be sour about the prank they pulled yesterday. Getting out of the washroom, he hummed to himself as he passed Peter who was still fast asleep. Remus was asleep and Sirius was furiously scribbling on his homework. Always finishing at the last moment.

He didn’t realize the uniform he was putting on until he looked at himself in the mirror. And boy oh boy did he panic. Eyes widening almost comically, he rummaged through his wardrobe, everything a dark green color with silver accents. A note fell at his feet.

“Dearest Marauders,

Take this beautiful gift of green robes from me. I know not all of you deserved this, but then again, I didn't feel like any of you should be left behind. I know how much you love us, Slytherins. Why not showcase it?

With love,

(Y/n) (Y/l/n)”

“Sirius! Remus!” he called out. “Wormtail!”

Sirius didn’t even look up from his parchment, Remus let out a grunt in response. The only answer he got was a faint ‘what’ from the shared bathroom.

“Mates listen to this,” James said firmly, reading the letter out loud. That got their attention. “Our robes are all green. Vivid Slytherin green!”

Remus got up suddenly, with wide eyes rushing to check his almirah. He groaned loudly on finding them in the same predicament James foretold grass-like and smelling heavily of flowers. Sirius however, started crackling.

“What?” James bellowed, his nostrils flaring.

“Well, the sarcasm in that letter is…” He snorted, stopping himself seeing James’s frown. James shook his head as Remus glared at them both.

“This has a strong one-week dye,” he said, punctuating each word, infuriated. “There’s no way it can be removed before the expected time. Why should I suffer for all the things you two do?”

“And I am not suffering?” James quipped back as Remus just shook his head, huffing, and went back to his bed. James looked at Sirius who didn’t look worried at all.

“What? Aren’t you bothered at all?” James asked.

“I look great in everything,” he replied shrugging, making James want to punch him.

He dressed up quickly after, dashing out of the dorm towards the great hall. Ignoring the looks of the students from around and the snickers he looked for you amidst the Slytherin table. It was infuriating, how casually you ate your breakfast, almost oblivious. Stalking towards your place, he cleared his throat grabbing your attention. Your eyes sparkled amusedly, taking in his appearance.

“Why the hell did you do this?” he demanded.

“Now, that’s not a way to talk about the gift I gave you,” you said, batting your eyelashes as he scowled at you. You muttered a spell under your breath, waving your wand slightly before continuing. “I worked hard, you know?”

“You Slytherins are the best thing to walk on this planet!” he shouted before he could stop himself. His eyes grew large. Everyone’s attention now seemed to be on your table.

“Thank you, I know,” you smirked, challenging him. He narrowed his eyes on you.

“You put a speaking charm on me didn’t you?” he hissed as you put on an innocently sweet expression.

“Well, I thought you needed some help with words,” you prompted, getting better reactions than you hoped for. James growled, jumping up and down in annoyance. You tried not to laugh. Did. But the corners of your mouth turned up anyways. He looked like an idiot. The giggle you let out grabbed his attention, his cheeks turning a rosy red.

“I don’t like you,” he said in a rather squeaky voice.

“I don’t like you,” you retaliated. James hated himself for thinking the laugh you let out looking adorable. Anger, which was more of a frustration gawned on his skin. He knew exactly what he was going to do next. Giving you a sickly sweet smile, he enjoyed the slight shiver that went through your arm. Let the prank war begin.

-♡♡♡-

You rushed out of the bathroom, vexed. It had been a long exhausting day and this was the last thing you needed. Your skin was tinted green. Bright neon green. Elodie stared at you in stupor.

“What happened?” she asked and you couldn’t help the raucous whine that escaped your lips.

“I don’t know, okay? I was in the shower and after using soap, my skin turned freaking green,” you hissed as Elodie tried to calm you. You handed her a small piece of paper. “Oh and look what I found beside the shampoo bottle.”

Dear (Y/n),

A gift from me, to showcase your pride in your house. You could thank me later.

James.

P.S. This gift in no way means I’ve started liking you. I don’t.

“James. James did this; that bastard!” you said, nostrils flaring as Elodie rubbed your back.

“Well, it’s just hands and legs…”

“I'm gonna get back at him. Just watch me.”

Your jaw clenched. You knew just what you were gonna do. James started a fight with the wrong person. And you didn’t like him. At all.

-♡♡♡-

You were reading your book when you saw James pacing towards you, from the corner of your eye. Trying to keep a straight face, you fixed your gaze on the book in your hand. Yet you couldn’t help the twitch your mouth gave as he stood right in front of you, folding his arms.

“Wow,” he breathed through clenched teeth. You looked up.

“Real mature of you,” he said in a baby’s voice. It sounded like he pronounced everything through his nose. You made an effort not to start crackling right then.

“Well, one of us had to be, right?”

“Yeah. And giving me the baby voice makes you the adult.”

“I’d think so, yes.” You said brushing his hair. They were surprisingly soft. James glared at you.

“I don’t like you.” He squeaked as you raised an eyebrow.

“I thought we already established that. I don’t like you either boy,” You said, letting out a laugh.

-♡♡♡-

Adjusting your cap, you pulled your books closer to you. It was like everyone was staring at you. Specifically how stupid you looked. A whistle caught your attention. James, it had to be. When you turned towards the sound, you were sadly proved right.

“I like your cap,” he commented, clicking his tongue.

“Geez. Thank you. Just bought it,” you said, threateningly. Take one step James, I dare you; you thought. He didn’t get the message.

“I wonder how it would look on me,” he said, taking a step towards you. You hissed.

“Sorry, not gonna let you borrow it,” you tried to say in a normal tone, but it came out quite high pitched. James dared to grin.

“What if I just…” he said, coming closer as you took a step back, glowering at him in a warning. Not that he took it. He snatched the cap from your head as the long white hair fell. They reached your feet.

“James, give it back,” you warned and he put it on his head.

“Nope,” he said, his eyes full of mischief. You hesitated at his expression, he looked as candid as a child. Maybe you never noticed it, his hair fell round in pretty curls, framing his face. James winked, making you break out of your reverie.

“I think,” he said thoughtfully. “I think I’m going to keep this cap with me, I quite like it. If you want it back, you’re gonna have to take it from me.”

James took a step back as your eyes dilated. He turned around and started sprinting in that direction.

“James!” you shouted, chasing him.

People around you bolted aside, gasping at the scene. A ghostly white-haired student chasing after James as he chortled. It had been going for quite some time and everyone wondered who would win. Few in the favour of James, who had been pranking ever since he set foot in Hogwarts; a few for you since you were a Slytherin and Slytherins never lose. Others just shook their heads, wishing they would get it over with already the cat and mouse game was becoming rather tiring. No one however had the courage to raise their opinions out loud, lest they got involved in the prank war.

-♡♡♡-

“James," you said calmly, though the atmosphere made you anything but. Thick hot fumes rose from all around you making beads of sweat form on your forehead. "James, this doesn’t go in. We have to stir it first.”

“Why don’t you do it then? Little miss know-it-all” he snided. You looked at him fiercely. Slughorn had paired the two of you together for the next project and it couldn’t be more of a disaster. Only if he could just listen.

“I would if you let me,” you pointed out, finally taking over the shared pot. James watched you take a few breaths before starting to work on the potion. Muttering for ingredients from him now and then, you stirred the concoction. Soon, it started to show the exact signs given in their books.

James couldn't help but stare at you as you worked, humming to yourself all the while. You seemed cute like that, bending over the book, occasionally muttering to yourself. His face heated up when you caught his gaze. Luckily he could blame it on the heat.

“Could you cut some beetroots for me?” you asked, ignoring the way he flushed. James nodded, chopping them to the required amount. The two of you finished up fairly swiftly after that.

"So," you started after Slughorn left. He had commented on your work and applauded you both. Happiness was evident from the smiles on your faces. "Library at 4?"

James grinned, giving you a thumbs up. He packed up his stuff before turning to leave. You couldn't help but stare at his retreating figure, thinking, maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Shrugging, you shook away the thought and went your own way. There were things you had to get done that day.

-♡♡♡-

As time passed, the thought started becoming more predominant. He wasn't so bad, your mind reminded you time and time again. The more you started to know James, the more you believed in it. Constant teasing and bickering wasn’t something that became unheard of between the two of you. But it was more lighthearted now… almost as if you were friends crackling over a shared joke. James had somehow caught your eye again, in a completely different way.

It seemed you were noticing new things about him, like how he didn’t look at you with hatred. Come to think of it, was it even ever ‘hate’? Yet there was something soft about the way he gazed at you now, gentle even— you couldn’t put your finger on it. You had come to enjoy his goofy personality, the smile he gave when his eyes were light with mischief. Knowing where these musings led, you had tried your best to beat them down. What was it that you did not try? Remembering every single detail that made you despise him once, all those times your blood boiled at the prank he pulled but nothing— nothing ever worked and your heart still fluttered every time he complimented you.

Was it that bad an idea though? Liking James?

You shivered, pulling your sweater closer to you. Walking had failed to heat your body the way it always did and you reckoned that your deliberation also had something to do with that. It wasn’t about you liking him, your mind prompted, it was about whether he could feel the same way. And if you knew something, you knew that you couldn’t take the answer to be no. The skip in your step halted, and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips.

Path to the library couldn’t have been more daunting. That was until you saw James and Lily around the corner. Talking, laughing, and standing too close to be called friends. Evans, the one girl James was head over heels for, the one girl you never paid attention to much.

It was like the final shoe dropping. James and you didn’t like each other. People knew that you did as well. It was time you believed it too. Your stomach twisted up at the sight, your mood souring. You turned, walking away.

“Oi!” James called out to you, apologizing to the students he bumped into. You brisked forward, hoping to make it to your dorm. It didn’t work, James ran to catch up with you. Damn his long legs.

“Stop fucking running,” he huffed on reaching you. “Where are you going? We have a study session. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

You gritted your teeth.

“I was heading to the library but you and Evans seemed quite busy, so I thought against it,” you said, albeit aggressively. Jealousy was never a good color.

“We were just talking for a moment,” James explained. “I want us to complete the project first though.”

He looked at you, confused. It was hard controlling your anger right then. You couldn’t help the dry laugh that escaped your lips.

“Of course,” you said in a temper. “The faster we finish up the project, the faster you can get rid of me, right? Because you don’t like me.”

James’ smile dropped. Sadness gave way to rage. Of course, you still thought that even after all the time he spent with you.

“Yeah. I don’t like you,” he hissed, gritting his teeth. “So let’s complete the project, shall we? To get rid of each other?”

You looked away. It was the last thing you wanted to hear. You yearned for him to tell you otherwise, to apologize for his words, and to reassure you that it wasn’t so. That you two were something. Friends, companions, anything but this. Yet the bigger part of you told you that he was right. And you were nothing to him.

“Yeah, sure.”

-♡♡♡-

The following study session was tense. You two never worked quietly. Jokes, laughs, and incessant chatter filled the air when you were together. James had regretted his words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He watched your expression fall and a wall build up around you. Your eyes hadn’t met his since. It ate him up. Somehow he didn’t know how to break the bubble he created.

He hated seeing you close off to him.

You heaved a sigh checking the last lines you’d written and then looked at the clock. It had been two hours.

“I think we should stop. There are just two pages left, we can do them tomorrow and you’ll be free,” you said, packing up your things. James opened and closed his mouth as you picked up your bag.

“Hey, wait!” he said as you turned towards him.

“I didn’t mean to, “ James started, but you cut him off.

“James, it’s alright,” you said, taking a deep breath blinking away the tears that emerged. “I understand. You don’t like me, I don’t like you and we’re stuck together for some time. You don’t have to apologize for that.”

James sucked in a breath. That wasn’t right. At all.

“But—“

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you,” a voice came and you shifted to see Elodie. You looked over at James, whose eyes pleaded you to stop. But you couldn’t.

You left the library, walking towards your friend leaving behind the boy who stood transfixed at his spot. Why did he feel like he was losing everything? He grudgingly moved his feet towards the common room, your thoughts plaguing his mind. James heard a shout behind him, twisting to see Lily jog up to him.

“James, I was wondering,” she began biting her lip. “Maybe we could sneak out for some butterbeers today? It’s freezing and the snow looks heavenly.”

James found himself shaking his head. His mood was far too spoiled for anything.

“Not today, Lily,” he answered. “I’m tired.”

“Oh, I meant it as a date, you know?” Lily added hopefully. James considered her for a moment. It was everything he had wished for years. Yet he couldn’t feel the happiness that should have come with it. He wanted, no— he needed someone else, someone who made him far giddier. He needed you.

It was like a bolt striking him. He had never been so sure of anything else. Unable to keep the grin off his face, he spoke his next words in a rush.

“Lily, I’m sorry but I can’t,” he shouted, sprinting towards the dungeons. Running through the rather empty corridors he saw the snow which coated the grounds. His breath came out in puffs as he urged himself to move faster. He stopped when something caught his eye. You. Standing out in the snow, looking at the sky with a smile.

Moving towards you, he conjured up a snowball and threw it on your back. Your eyes widened in shock as you jumped, looking towards him.

“What now James?” you snapped.

He conjured up yet another ball and threw it at you. Your eyes grew larger and you glared at him.

“I wanted to say something,” he said as you conjured up a ball and threw it at him in response. He hissed at the icy sensation.

“Then say it.”

“I don’t want to get rid of you,” he said, throwing a snowball at you as your teeth clattered at the sensation. You threw a snowball in return, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Then stop acting as you do.”

He threw yet another ball at you.

“You make me act like that,” he stated. You threw a huge one in response.

“I make you act like an idiot?”

“Yes, you drive me crazy,” he said, throwing some snow at you as you grunted.

“Then why don’t you leave me alone?” you huffed as he threw yet another ball at you, making you cough and splutter.

“Because I can’t.”

“Why?” you asked, throwing a ball at him.

“Because I can’t leave the best thing that happened to me,” he said, making you stop. You stalked towards him and poked his chest with every word you spoke.

“I'm the best thing that happened to you? What is this? Some kind of sick prank? You don’t even like me,” you sobbed, frustrated and angry. That was how he made you feel. Everything all at once. James didn’t know how to answer you so he just took your hand away and cupped your cheek with his other one, leaning in to kiss you. Your eyes fell shut as feeling his lips against yours. You grabbed his shirt pulling him closer feeling his arms tighten around your hips, sucking his bottom lip. When you pulled away you both caught your breath.

“I promise those are the truest words I’ve ever said,” he whispered, his hair messier than usual. He cradled your face, pressing his lips against your forehead. You crossed your arms.

“I still don’t like you,” you said in faux anger. James let out a teary chuckle.

“I don’t like you either,” he replied, smiling.

—as for the taglist: I don’t make taglists, I have a blog @from-my-quill ​ which is updated whenever I post fanfiction. You could have the notifications on for it and it will work just like me tagging you.

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[citydreamgrls]

yes, captain

fred weasley x fem!reader

words: 2,675

a/n: thank you so much for all the love on ‘a christmas treat’ it’s been crazy how many of you enjoyed it <333

warnings: smut , 18+ 

“What do you mean he’s sick?” The twins cried out in unison. I had heard voices before I’d reached the common room, but seeing them shocked wasn’t what I had been expecting. In fact it was a rarity to see them surprised at all.

“What’s up?” I asked them both, just as Lee was leaving. George had his head in his hands and Fred’s lip was blatantly chewed up.

“Wood’s sick, he’s off for 2 weeks.” He explained.

“Oh shit, that’s not good. So does that mean you two ar-”

“Co-captains.” They groaned in unison, used to having people follow them but not usually having to be in charge of anyone.

I put my arms around Fred, who was still in his quidditch uniform from practice, and gave him a much needed hug.

“You guys will be great, I’m sure of it.” I promised the twins, letting them clean up before dinner.

-

“So… how does it feel to have a boyfriend who’s the quidditch captain.” Hermione teased me, finding this to be more interesting than her book of all things.

“Fred’s co-captain, remember, and besides they only found out today.”

Harry came and sat in front of us with Ron as his side, who was more bothered by his food than his older brothers.

“I think they’ll be great captains,” Harry said, excited to have the troublemakers taking charge.

“Well of course you’d say that,” Hermione scoffed, opening her book again.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Ron looked up, clearing his throat as though to speak but the girl beside me cut him off before he had the chance.

“Harry’s the team’s seeker, he just has to do his job. That’s easy. It’s the chasers that cause trouble, they’re always squabbling over who goes where and how many goals each of them scores.”

“Yeah, what Hermione said.” Ron rolled his eyes and carried on eating.

“Guess we’ll see tomorrow afternoon eh?” Harry sighed.

“Do you think you guys will be ready for the match against Ravenclaw?” I asked.

“Hard to tell, we’ve got some time… but we’re out of a keeper now Wood’s off sick.” He huffed.

Just on cue both Fred and George turned up, looking as confident as ever as people congratulated them on their temporary promotion. Fred sat down beside me, giving me a kiss quickly before any of the others could complain.

“Ron, we need you to be our keeper.�� George told his younger brother without hesitating.

Poor boy almost choked on a mouthful of potato when he realised what the twin had told him. Harry had to slap his back to get him to look alive again, making Hermione giggle from behind her book.

“Me!”

“Yes you, come to practice tomorrow and we’ll see if you’re any good.” Fred added, giving my hand a squeeze under the table.

-

“So I guess this means you’ll be too busy with captain duties,” I teased Fred as he tried to write an essay on the common room sofa.

“Oh yes, too busy for girlfriends. Especially when I have so many.”

I rolled my eyes and mindlessly played with his long hair.

“You don’t have the energy for too many girlfriends, me and George are enough for you.”

“You’re not wrong.”

He closed his potions book with a sigh and threw it to his feet, finally able to relax a little bit and lay with his head in my lap.

“Are you nervous Fred?”

“About what?”

“About being captain silly, you do have a practice tomorrow remember?”

“Oh no it slipped my mind, because I really have so much more going on right now.” He huffed sarcastically.

“I’ll take that as a yes then,” I laughed and he nodded sheepishly. “It’ll be fine, I said I’d help Ginny with some homework tomorrow though so I can’t come and watch.”

“That’s actually a bit of a relief, I’d hate to embarrass myself in front of you.” Fred sighed.

“You’re the most confident person I know, not to mention the goofiest. When have you ever been worried about embarrassing yourself?” I pointed out, and he couldn’t help but agree.

-

The next day, after practice, the team filed into the common room kinda quietly. Making both Hermione and I frown at their sudden gloomy nature.

Fred and George were last and stopped at the two of us leaning up at them on the sofa.

“How was it?” I asked, still hopeful.

“Pretty bad,” George grunted before kicking off his boots and flopping into an armchair.

“Two of the chasers got into a fight and targeted each other any time we tried to play, it was useless!” Fred exclaimed as I played with his quidditch robes.

“Told you so.” Hermione hissed, but I just ignored her.

“They’re bound to be a bit unruly, it’s probably because they’re used to Wood.” I tried to reason with them, but neither twin seemed convinced by my theory. “It’ll get better.” I whispered to Fred.

-

It could’ve been possible that I cursed it, because things seemed to spiral from then on. Ron had doubts about being a keeper, Harry was always turning up to practices late and leaving early. The chasers refused to talk to one another, and things just took a turn for the worse when the twins started to argue over how to fix things.

It was 3 days before the match and the team was more divided than ever before. Making Fred feel responsible for the downfall.

“It was two weeks, that was it. And I couldn’t even control things for one day!” He complained aloud as I sat on his bed, hoping he would chill out a bit. I opened my arms, letting him crawl into them as if he was a child.

“I’m helpless y/n.” He huffed.

“No you’re not.” George walked in, saw his brother and immediately went to walk back out. They had been avoiding each other ever since their argument, and it was time for things to go back to normal.

“Oi stop right there.” Both boys froze as I spoke, I moved Fred off me and stood up. Not that it was intimidating to either of them, but it was worth a try. “You two need to forget whatever you were mad about and forgive each other, because nothing’s gonna go right if neither of you can agree.” I stated, their heads hung in the realisation that what I was saying was right.

“If we did things my way we could actually win.” Fred grumbled from his bed.

“I don’t care,” George seemed caught off guard that I wouldn’t immediately take my boyfriend’s side. “If you did win, it wouldn’t feel as good than if you did it together.”

“She’s right.” The boy by the door finally spoke up, holding a hand out to his brother. Fred shook it with an awkward smile. “Sorry Georgie.”

“Now. let’s figure out what to do with this team.” I sighed.

-

After a whole night of negotiating, Fred and George settled on a game plan and went to the last practice with hope in their hearts. Hermione  and y/n watched them fly about from the stands, unable to hear the boys talk, but unable to spot any problems as they played through the upcoming match.

Once it was over Fred came straight over to y/n. He was grinning wider than she’d seen all month.

“Better?” She laughed.

“So much better.”

-

“I like seeing you happy,” The girl told her boyfriend later that night, promising not to keep him up too late. They needed to be awake early of course. Her and Fred were standing at the top of the astronomy tower looking over the grounds as the sun went down.

“Thank you for helping us,” He whispered. He loomed behind her and rested his arms on the balcony in front of her, caging her in.

“Yeah well you owe me, big time.”

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get a reward.” He smirked, making a chill run down her spine.

They’d had sex before, plenty of times, and many after winning games. But something more rested on this game, if he won there would be an even bigger feeling of achievement for the boy. Who was usually quite happy to take sidelines as one of the two beaters in the team. Now, he was a captain and it would look good if he won.

“Stay with me tonight?” He asked y/n.

“I shouldn’t distract you, rest is the only thing you need Fred.”

“It’s not what I want though,” She felt his body press up against her and she wondered whether getting fucked by him up there would be all that bad. However, she decided to wait, knowing it would be even better after they won.

“Fred. I’ll see you in the morning okay?” y/n smiled and slipped out from under his trap, giving his cheek a kiss and running off.

“Oi, that’s not a proper goodnight. Come back here!” He called out with laughter, a chase beginning on the twisting steps back down to the castle.

-

Hermione always claimed she couldn’t care less about quidditch, but as soon as she saw Ron as Gryffindor’s keeper she suddenly became yet another teenage girl screaming his name in support. Y/n laughed, seeing her friend switch up so quickly.

Then again, her voice always went hoarse after cheering on Fred and George so violently it sometimes felt like she’d never talk again. But she would never do it differently. Seeing the twins in their captain’s robes made her heart swell with pride, especially when Fred flew past their stand to give her a wink like he did before every game. It was practically tradition by this point.

“Go Fred!!!!” She screamed as he swung his bat around, sending bludgers flying through the air and towards Ravenclaw’s chasers. One of them almost fell to the ground trying to dodge it, and in turn losing possession of the quaffle to the Gryffindor chasers who had finally learnt to work together. They flew in formation, passing the ball between one another to throw off the other team. Then as one of them went to score, the other two held off opposing beaters so they could score.

To Hermione’s joy; Ron was amazing. He barely let a single goal in, kicking them off and thwacking them away with his broom. After a while he began to show off, but no one minded because he still managed to defend the goal.

Fred and George were working their asses off trying to hit off bludgers, not stopping for a single second to notice what else was going on. Y/n could watch her boyfriend work like that all day, his face laced with determination and joy whenever he hit one off successfully. Even more so whenever they scored another goal. Ravenclaw had never had a chance against them.

The match ended as always, with Harry just about catching the snitch before the other team’s seeker got there. He flew down to find the team hugging one another in joy, the rest of Gryffindor house racing from the stands to join the celebration. It wasn’t long before Fred and George were carried back to the common room, their names being chanted like gods.

Y/n caught a flash of her boyfriend’s red hair disappearing into the crowd as her and Hermione followed the flow of people into the castle.

-

“There you are!” Fred had called, finally finding y/n amongst the people partying later that night. “Thought you’d sacked me off.”

“As if, you’re the winning captain now I’m basically a celebrity by default!” She joked, taking the drink from his hand and sipping it hesitantly.

“Oi, what was that for?” He complained.

“I don’t trust my own drinks round you and George.”

“You’ve learnt then,”

“Yep, the hard way.” He smirked at my words and pulled me aside to talk quietly.

“Speaking of hard things, I’m on an absolute power high and really need you.” He said, never one to beat around the bush, well they’d done it once in a bush.

“Give me 10 minutes,” she told him.

“I’ll be waiting in the secret hallway, near potions?” y/n nodded and Fred disappeared off to wait for her, hoping no one would stop him on his way there.

Y/n went up to her dorm room, quickly knocking back a few shots before fixing her makeup and making her hair look less flat. Hermione saw her sneak through the common room and sent her a wink, making the girl blush as she slipped out into the main castle.

It was a Saturday night, and everyone would be gathered in their common rooms by now if there wasn’t already a party going on, so the castle was quiet as she walked through it. Footsteps sounded from somewhere in front of her. The girl slipped inside the transfiguration class, keeping the door just ajar to see filch walk past. Seconds past before she ran back out and straight to the secret passageway her and Fred had discovered a few months prior.

“Fred?” She called out quietly, not able to see him yet. He came out of the shadows with a smirk on his face and rested on the cold stone wall.

“Hello beautiful.” He said, as she took no time to jump on him. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, immediately enthralled in his kiss and the slight taste of licorice that seemed to constantly linger on his tongue.

“It’s been so- so hard not to just come f-fuck you right away,” She moaned admittedly between breaths, struggling to speak over the sheer lust coursing through her body.

Fred’s hands played across her neck, rough as always from the cold air, and travelled across her body. He didn’t dare waste time taking off clothes, and grabbed her waist to push her away. She gasped at the sudden lack of touch, but obeyed his every move as the boy laid himself down on the cold steps. Y/n knew what to do. Fred pulled out his cock as she took off her panties from beneath her skirt. She straddled his lap, letting him slip inside her.

In that moment, as their heads were involuntarily thrown back, both groaned out with immense pleasure. Y/n knew how cocky Fred would get after a quidditch win, this position being their own kind of celebration. But there was something different about the boy this time.

He was pounding harder, and deeper, and encouraging the girl’s sweet moans every time one slipped from between her beautiful lips. She could feel his grip, tighter than ever, leaving little finger sized bruises on her hips as she rocked back and forth.

The sheer size of his cock inside her made y/n tense up, Fred having no choice but to speed up.

She screamed, suddenly very appreciative of the passageways seclusion, her chest heaving as the girl had to take a second to adjust to the growing desire in the pit of her stomach.

“You’re close aren’t you?” Fred laughed, revelling in how good he was making her feel. Y/n could only nod in response, her lip tight in her teeth. The boy laughed again, but she could never feel nervous around him.

A hand came up to her neck, she felt it first before she saw it. He clenched the sides with his long fingers as y/n gasped out. He watched her moan lightly, almost begging incoherently as he got her closer and closer.

One last push with his hand made the girl scream, her pussy tighter than he’d ever felt it before. The boy struggled to hold back much longer, pushing her off so he could cum.

“Fuck,” Fred groaned.

“Please, promise me one thing.” Y/n asked, making her boyfriend frown.

“What?”

“Never let anyone else be captain again,” She gasped, still worn out from how ruthless he’d been with her.

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Strawberry Jam Sandwich | Regulus Black x Reader

Warnings: Nothing :)

Time/Era: Marauders Era

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Y/N Potter and Regulus Black are a match made from heaven, even if other people didn’t expect it. 

Request: hello first of all I really like your writing and hope you and your loved ones are doing well. could you write a regulus black fic? like reader is James’ sister and they get married (because regulus doesn’t die) and years later they meet Harry?

A/N: Thank you and thank you for the request! Let me know how you like it! Enjoy! I love Reg and I’m so excited to FINALLY write for him!! For anyone else wanting a fic; please request away! 

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Y/N Potter and Regulus Black were a weird pairing in most people’s eyes. Both being the younger siblings of the two most popular guys in school, it made their peers raise their eyebrows. Not to mention, they were in rival houses and seemed to be on opposite sides of the war. But they just worked. 

Y/N was a lot like her older brother, James; very loud and loveable. She was naturally talented on the quidditch field and loved to make friends. It was obvious that she had relationships with people of all the houses due to her outgoing attitude and warm sense of humor. While Regulus also played quidditch, he was much more introverted and shy. He didn’t have many friends, due to being categorized by his surname automatically, so he often kept to himself and spoke only when necessary. Y/N was the talker, Regulus was the listener. 

Funnily enough, Y/N and Regulus met through the means of getting Sirius to make amends with Regulus again. Regulus had cornered Y/N in the library and begged her to help him come up with a plan to talk to his brother. They ended up meeting multiple times in the following weeks and grew to be friends. 

Regulus adored her ability to be interested in small things; she once asked him what a necklace he wore meant. It didn’t mean anything in particular, but she sat and listened to him speak about his jewelry for almost 15 minutes. No one ever took the time to listen to what the younger Black sibling had to say. 

To their ‘plan sessions” in the library, Y/N always brought a strawberry jam sandwich to munch on. They met after her quidditch practices, so James and Sirius wouldn’t find them, which meant she needed a snack to keep her energy levels up. She always offered him half, which the rather regal boy would decline nearly every time. Nearly. Regulus found her little snack absolutely adorable, especially when the jam got all over her face. It made her lips even pinker, and that much more kissable. 

The sandwich became an inside joke between the two quickly. Even when passing in the halls, they would scoff and find the most outlandish way to mention the food. It wasn’t funny in hindsight, but it was something that connected the two in its ridiculousness. 

~

Regulus paced back and forth among the bookshelves of the Hogwarts library, hoping to bump into his now best friend, Y/N. The library was near empty, as it was Friday night and very close to curfew, so even just looking for her held very little hope. She had mentioned something about having to finish an assignment she was procrastinating, so Regulus hoped she followed his advice to just get it over with. 

The bookshelves were high and blocked most of the ceiling in the room, making the books impossible to read. Long, vertical shadows cast their darkness over almost every inch of the floor and offered very little light to allow him to navigate the maze of shelves.  During the day, of course, this was a different considering the wall of windows that looked over the courtyards. The window seats were some of his favorite places to come and think. And the seats just happened to be his and Y/N’s meeting spot. 

Regulus was about to give up on his search, but he noticed Y/N hunched over an astronomy book, sitting on the floor with her back leaning against a bookshelf. He casually slipped next to her, offering a shy hello. 

“Hey, Black. What are you doing here?” 

“I was about to ask you the same thing, Potter. Not exactly the best studying environment.” Regulus tilted his head back until it hit the books and turned his head to see her. 

“Well, I’m trying to save myself from having to do this entire project tomorrow. I have a book, yet you appear literature-less. What’s your excuse?” Y/N moved so she sat with her legs crossed, the thick book laid open on her lap. 

“I came to return this, you left it at our last meeting.” He placed a slightly toasted strawberry jam sandwich on the book. It was wrapped lazily in a green napkin and left an abundance of crumbs on her homework. Upon further inspection, the words will you be my girlfriend? were scribbled messily on the paper in black ink. Y/N’s jaw grew slack as she looked over at the highly attractive man next to her. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I just wanted to ask.” 

“Are you being serious?” 

“Dead, Y/N.” 

A smile crept over her features and she held out half of the sandwich. “Suppose we can start our relationship with a snack?” 

Regulus accepted the food, making a subtle crunching noise as he bit into it. “I suppose I can make the exception to eat your exceptionally plain choice in snack food, just this once.” 

~

“I’m sorry, you’re dating who?” James laughs, shrugging his younger sister off before grabbing his broom. 

By this point, Y/N and Regulus have been sneakily dating for more than half a year and Y/N was tired of hiding their relationship. After Regulus and Sirius had failed to rekindle their relationship, Sirius shoved his brother even further away than they started. It hurt the younger black to the point of giving up, but even he was tired of hiding their relationship. He loved Y/N with his entire being, and his jerky older brother couldn’t ruin that. 

“Have you ever even talked to Regulus before?” Sirius adds, grabbing his own broom to prep for quidditch practice. 

“Yes, and I am dating him. Not sure what’s so hard to understand about that.” 

“We understand it, just don’t believe it. Now, don’t speak about things you don’t understand.” James kicked off the ground and flew in the direction of the quidditch pitch. 

“Don’t understand? Excuse me?!” 

“He’s right. I know you were just trying to prank us, but joking about something that personal isn’t funny, Y/N.’’ Sirius mounts his own broom and flies off after James. 

After practice, Y/N hurried to the library to meet her slightly anxious boyfriend. Regulus knew you were telling Sirius and James, and he knew they would react badly. Y/N saw Regulus sitting on the windowsill furthest from the door and hurriedly walked over. 

“Hey! How’d it go?” He asked after Y/N pecked his lips and sat next to him. Regulus wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. 

“Not much to tell, really. They said I was trying to prank them and to not talk about things I didn’t understand. Honestly, I kind of wish they yelled.” 

Regulus laughed and kissed her temple. “They’ll come around, I’m not exactly their favorite person so I can see why they don’t believe it. And I’m happy they didn’t yell because I know how you feel when people yell and I don’t want you to feel like that.” 

“Holy shit! Get away from my sister!” James’ voice filled the area, Sirius quick on his heels. They must have been following Y/N after practice. 

~

“Riddle me this, you want to spy for the order and potentially get KILLED?!” Y/N paced around the living room of Regulus and her shared flat. 

It didn’t take long for Sirius to reaccept Regulus back into his life after seeing how he treated Y/N. At first, both older brothers thought Regulus was using Y/N to feed secrets and information to the opposing side of the war. They didn’t accept the couple and wanted Y/N to have nothing to do with the boy. But, after many feelings were hurt and various words were shared, they decided to give the boy a chance. 

Regulus treated Y/N like a queen and made sure his girl knew how much he loved her. He wasn’t very good with words, but his actions spoke volumes. Flower bouquets were gifted periodically, as were small gifts that had a lot of thought put into them. During one of their study dates, he spent over an hour drawing a beautiful portrait of her. Not too long after, he gave her an entire sketchbook of drawings he knew she would love. Whether that was pictures of her friends, family, her favorite flowers, or something as mundane as the bench she loved to sit on, the gift had taken hours and hours of his time. It was obvious that Regulus was in love with his girl. 

After graduating from Hogwarts, both Regulus and Y/N joined the Order of the Pheonix. Regulus still had heavy ties with Voldemort and his family, so Dumbledore asked him if he would consider being a spy for the Order. Even Sirius thought it was a bad idea. But, he had to prove that he wasn’t who he was raised to be. He had to prove himself to not only everyone around him, but to his inner soul. 

“Listen, Dumbledore thinks that there’s a spy that infiltrated the Order and if I can find out who, maybe I can stop it. Think about it, James has a kid, a kid who is very valuable to you-know-who. We haven’t even spent a ton of time with him yet, but I know I can save him if I find the spy.” 

“Yes, I realize that, Reg. But I can’t lose you in the process. We’re supposed to get married and have kids of our own and have a happy life-” Y/N takes a deep breath. “I can’t live without you.” 

Regulus smiles a comforting smile, taking his girlfriend’s hands in his. “I know, darling. I’m not going anywhere. How about this,” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small ring box, presenting it to Y/N. “Let’s get married. I’ve never been a fan of the big white wedding...and all you need is a few witnesses and two signatures. I’m sure Sirius and James would be more than willing to witness. What do you say?” 

Y/N gapes at her boyfriend. “Are you asking me to marry you?!” Regulus laughs and pecks her lips. 

“I love you so much, Y/N Potter. You are the light of my life and I am so lucky to have you. You have brought me so much joy and really made me the best person I could be,” He wipes a tear delicately from Y/N’s skin. “I asked James for his blessing, too, after the last Order meeting. He said he was ecstatic for us. So, Y/N, will you marry me? We can eat strawberry jam sandwiches together for the rest of our lives.”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!”

~

“Hi, little one, I’m your uncle, Regulus, remember?- Ow! Not the hair!” Regulus sat in a suit in the parlor of Potter cottage with one-year-old harry in his lap. Y/N watched from the doorway, decked out in her white cocktail dress and heels. She couldn’t help but gush at the sight of her soon to be husband with a child; it felt so natural. Her heart swelled just thinking about watching him play with their own children. 

“Yeah, he does that, keep him at a distance,” James responded, coming into the room. He was running late, as always, and was trying to tie his tie. “I can’t believe I’m witnessing my baby sister getting married!” 

Harry gargled and reached his hands towards his father. “Dadadadada!!!!” 

“I know, buddy, I’m right here. Hang out with your Uncle Reg for a while, yeah?” James responds, messing with his hair in the mirror. No matter how much he ‘fixed it,’ it all looked the same.

“It’s crazy how he looks so much like you, it’s like you copied your baby photos and made them come to life!” Y/N stated. Harry was almost an exact copy of James, but with Lily’s eyes. 

Sirius came into the room, perfectly dressed with his hair tied back. “Well, are we leaving or not?” He asked, fixing the bowtie around his neck in the mirror for the 8th time. 

“Pa’foo!” Harry squeals and squirms in Regulus’ arms. His grip tightens around the baby before pressing a kiss into his dark curls. 

“No, not Pa’foo! Reg!” Sirius turned towards Y/N and whistled. “Damn, Reggie, not sure how you picked up this one! Look at the legs on her! Phew, lucky I don’t snatch you up myself!” 

“Stop it! Can we please go?” Y/N swatted Sirius’s chest with her bag, embarrassed.

James plucked Harry from Regulus’ lap and hands him to Lily. “Yes, yes. Sorry, let’s go!” James kisses Lily’s cheek and disapperates out of his house.

Y/N walks over to Regulus and offers him a hand. “Ready to go get married?” 

“I’ve never been more ready, my love. “ 

[mioneslovefanfiction]

I’m here:

Hermione x reader

Prompts:

“You’re safe here, I got you.”

“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”

“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“You’re comfy.”

“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Description: Hermione is stressed out from studying for OWLs. Y/n tries to give he a break and pulls her away from her work, and comforts her during a freak out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warnings: Food (no eating tho), Anxiety attack-please do not read if content is triggering

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It was in the way she talked. Slightly higher than normal, and a little airily.

It was in the way she avoided eye contact, and when she gave into it, it was like her eyes were out of focus.

The way she clenched her jaw while reading in front of the fire one night. Normally, she enjoyed everything she was reading, and her features were usually content as she immersed herself happily into any topic. Instead, she was stony-faced, eyebrows drawn together with a frown as she huffed through the book.

Something was up with Hermione Granger.

It was normal for you and your girlfriend to study on the floor in front of the common room fire together. What wasn’t normal was how you were doing it independently. Normally you read together, or quizzed each other, or simply talked about the subject you were studying for. Today, however, the common room was full of cold unusual silence, as Hermione turned page after page, long into the night. The light from the fire danced angrily across her scowl, and you gulped, trying to focus on your work. You didn’t push the topic when Hermione was a bit distant those couple days. It wasn’t normal for her to be that work obsessed, but you let it be, thinking she just needed to get it over with.

But, after a few days of Hermione and her studying being inseparable, you came up from quidditch practice and Hermione wasn’t waiting for you, like normal. Your worry kicked in when she wasn’t waiting in the common room either.

Something was wrong in the air immediately as you stepped into your shared dorm. There was an anxious tension, and the room was uncharacteristically cold. Hermione sat, back to you at the desk in front of the window. Her leg jiggled, and her jaw was moving as she chewed the inside of her cheek. Her non-writing hand twirled a curl around her finger, rapidly.

“Love?” You asked, hesitantly. She jumped several inches into the air before turning to you, your attempt not to startle her, failing. You only saw a glimpse before she turned back around, away from you. “Yes?” She asked, attention wavering no further from her work.

“Are you okay? I was wondering why you didn’t meet me in our normal spot.” “I’m fine.” Her answer was monotone and short, leading you to know that even if she thought it was, it was not true. “Sooo, what are you doing?” You asked, trying to inject yourself into her studying. “Professor Bins.” She was being vague and indirect, her body language showing she was beyond on edge. “Oh, are you working on the essay?” You tried not to be hurt at her negligence. She simply hummed a yes to you. “Alright well, I’m gonna reread the textbook in the common room in front of the fire. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.” She didn’t answer when you waited for her to. Sighing in defeat, you planted a hurried kiss on her cheek before grabbing your sweater and leaving.

If Hermione had been focusing on you, she would’ve noticed how your text book remained in your bag, on the floor. She’d wonder why you retrieved your sweater to sit by a fire, and lastly she’d wonder how you were doing. Instead, she sighed at the sound of the door closing behind you, and scribbled, somehow faster. You didn’t mind, however, knowing this wasn’t about you, and that she needed you.

___________

You sat in the common room waiting, for ten minutes. When she didn’t show up, plan B began, because you knew something was off. You gathered some things you had kept with Ginny and headed off to the East end of the castle, determined.

You returned to your dorm twenty minutes later. There was the same jumpy tension hanging in your normally warm, inviting room. This time, you walked up to your working girlfriend and rested your hands on her shoulders, standing behind her chair. “Can I steal you for an hour, love?” You asked, planting a kiss on the top of her head, and starting to massage her shoulders. Her eyes closed at their own accord, and her head slowly leaned back onto your chest. She sighed, “I- I can’t, baby. I have to-“ Hermione’s excuse was cut off by your lips tugging on hers. She hummed and you smiled. Disconnecting, your eyes met. “Please?” You begged, your eyebrows drawn together. She couldn’t help but smile and roll her eyes at your pleading. “I-… fine, but not a whole hour.” You beamed at her answer before grabbing her hand and tugging her up, and out your door.

You dashed, laughing through the corridors. Your eyes gleamed, your face was elated, making Hermione blush and beam in spite of herself. Eventually, you dragged her to the base of the astronomy tower, and she realized what you had been doing while she worked. She shook her head and laughed as you started, “After you, my love.” You grinned smugly, gesturing up the stairs in front of you. Rolling her eyes and smiling, she began the journey to the top of the tower, you following close behind, eager for her to see what you did.

You climbed higher and higher in a comfortable silence, just enjoying uninterrupted time together for once.

Finally, you realized you must have reached the top, as Hermione froze in front of you. You caught up, behind her to see she was standing in the doorway, looking around, amazed. You chuckled to yourself, pleased. You reached to her side and grasped her hand again, intertwining your fingers, which fell together like they were made to fit in each other. She slowly stepped forward a few paces, allowing you to step into the room next to her. Now side-by-side, you watched her absorb the room.

Fairy lights hung in spirals from the beams separating the glass panes on the ceiling. A comforter lay in the middle of the room, complete with a few cushy pillows. There was a wicker picnic basket on the floor behind the blanket, and next to it sat an unlit candle.

Hermione’s eyes danced eagerly over each detail, the orbs bursting with wonder and astonishment. She turned to you, incredulously, “Wha- is this what you were doing?” You nodded, blushing before looking down at your feet with a soft smile. You gently tugged her hand in the direction of the blanket, and you two started walking over to it. Sitting down, she shook her head, speechless. “You made this for me?” She finally managed, eyes full of adoration as she rested her hand appreciatively on your knee, her thumb rubbing back and forth. “Of course! You deserve all this, and so much more, ‘Mione.” Hermione blushed, finally looking deep into your eyes with a small smile. You leaned in and rested you lips against hers. Hermione was a dangerous substance, so powerful and addicting. You would have worried about falling, if your mind wasn’t assured of her silken lips catching you, just like the thousand times they had before. You separated and brought a hand to her velvety cheek, rubbing your thumb back and forth a few times, before tucking a stray curl behind her ear.

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You broke the comfortable silence, “So, you’ve been kind of distant this week. A little off from your normal self. I’m worried. Are you ok?” Hermione disconnected your eyes quickly, “I’m-“ You cut her off, knowing what she’d say, “I know for a fact that you’re not ‘fine’.” Hermione scowled uncharacteristically at the ground, when she gasped suddenly and jumped up. “My essay! It’s been too long, I need to go!” She made to leave, but you grabbed her hand before she could. “Let me go, I haveto leave! I need to study.” Her voice came out harsh, making you falter momentarily. She saw the hurt in your eyes and started to panic.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly and she started to sweat. “I- oh no. I have to go. I hurt you. I’m gonna fail. I didn’t mean to- I need to study. I hurt you.” She muttered, hyperventilating. “Hey, love, look at me. Hey, it’s okay, you’re fine.”

Her hands rose to run through her hair, flustered. Her eyes were wide, and darted between your figure and the door as she was torn. “You didn’t deserve that. I’m gonna fail the class.” You guided her to sit down with you and held both her hands in yours. You moved them to rest on your chest and started breathing deeply, “It’s alright, we’re fine. Breathe, ‘Mione, breathe. I’m here with you, I’m not leaving. Breathe just like me. Hey, look at me.” You voice was comforting, and Hermione finally met your eyes and started to match her breathing with yours.

When her panting had gone down you pulled her against your chest and laid down against one of the pillows behind you two. “You’re safe here, I got you.” Hermione’s head lay over your heart to ground her further. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.” Your hand ran through her curls, soothingly as you whispered to her, “Everything’s okay. We’re together. You’re gonna kill the OWLS. You’re the smartest in the class. You can study with me, we’re in this together, as a team, aren’t we? I’m not going anywhere.” Eventually your affirmations died down, and a refreshing quiet washed over you both. The May breeze coming in from all directions of the open tower kept you guys comfortable. The sounds of the leaves settling in for bed and the gentle, distant lapping of the black lake reached your ears.

Hermione took in a deep breath and let it out in a content sigh. “I am so sorry, love.” She sounded guilty. “What on earth for?” You asked. “You we’re just trying to distract me and take care of me, and I just unraveled on you, out of nowhere. Not to mention I’ve been ignoring you for almost a week. You’re my girlfriend, and I just neglected you.” You sighed, “Mione, your head has been everywhere this week, and it’s fine. You’re always on top of everything, it just caught up to you. Don’t worry about me, I understand, okay? I know it wasn’t about me, it’s alright.” Hermione grunted, “I know, I just feel bad.” “Well don’t. We’re here together now, aren’t we? Let’s just focus on this moment.” Hermione smiled gratefully at that, snuggling further into your chest. “You’re comfy,” she giggled, making you laugh.

You kissed the top of her head delicately, “I love you.” She shifted to look up at you, eyes shimmering in the fairy lights and stars that sprinkled the inky sky laying above you. A grin spread on her face, making her happy eyes twinkle. “I love you too,” she answered. She leaned forward and you kissed her passionately, letting all your reassurance pour into it. She gave you a shy smile after pulling a part, “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” You laughed before reaching over and handing her your sweater. You shook your head as she squealed happily, cradling the clothing. Hermione pulled the jumper over her head eagerly. Her head popped out of the top suddenly, her smile a beam, curls a mess, and eyes gleaming ecstatically.

Her hands were balled inside the sleeves as she gripped your face to kiss you. Her lips were warm, cushy, and gentle. The material of the sweater on each of your cheeks was so soft, but scratchy at the same time. Your foreheads rested together after separating, and you stared lovingly, deep into each other’s eyes. You took her hands in yours, and said seriously, “Never change. Please always be the girl I love so deeply.” She lifted a pinky and said, “I promise.” You latched your pinky with her’s and placed a delicate kiss on her freckle sprinkled nose. She scrunched it in pleasure and placed a peck to your lips in return.

You reached over for the matches you had sat by the candle earlier, lighting it. Removing the glasses from the basket, you poured each

of you a glass of sparkling cider. You took out two plates topped with baked sandwiches and fruit salad. The melons were cut in to stars, making Hermione smile at all the thought you put into this. You lastly retrieved cannolis for dessert.

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You lied back down after eating, gently pulling Hermione with you. She burrowed her head under your chin, nestling in. Your girlfriend raised a balled hand under your sweater’s sleeve up to her face. Her eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled deeply, smiling contently as your cherry blossom scent reached her button nose. You both giggled, and you ran your fingers through her mane. You spent another hour curled together under the twinkling stars, talking, or sometimes simply laying in soothing quiet. You enjoyed being alone together, content with the world continuing around you.

The candlelight danced cheerily across Hermione’s perfectly chiseled, yet distinct features. The stress of school was no match for the pair of you. It was you two against the world because you had each other. You never wanted to be apart from the amazing girl on top of you. Her entire being was utterly flawless, and you were entirely devoted to every particle in it, with every bit of you. You couldn’t choose not to adore her even if you tried. You were whipped, wrapped entirely around the little pinky you had latched not half an hour ago. You were deeply, madly, hopelessly in love with her.

A/n: my family and i learned that my great grandmother’s tumor is growing again and it can’t be removed because of the location. Sooo I’m taking a very last minute 12 hour road trip to see her while she’s still doing pretty well.There’s no wifi (I write my stories in the notes app before copy and pasting them to upload them so I don’t need wifi to write) and every now and then I’ll need a distraction, so I’d love any requests sent, along with any prayers.

-mioneslove<3

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Lost In The Night - D.M.

Draco Malfoy x fem!gryffindor!reader

Requested: yes

Ello! Hope your not too busy. If you could, could you write a prompt #42 and a prompt#46 together as in, in one story.. If you could that would be lovely and if you can't no worries! ♥️; 

Hey if your requests are open could you do a prompt #42 & promot#46 for draco. Much appreciated!

“what the hell were you thinking?”  “who hurt you?”

Word count: 2.2k 

Warnings: Umbridge & her quill, blood, slight angst but with a happy ending!

Summary: Somehow, Umbridge finds a way to ruin everything. Luckily, Draco is there to pick up the pieces and hold you tight. 

Prompts are in bold 

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Being in Gryffindor was great. Being a Gryffindor dating a Slytherin, not as great. Being a Gryffindor secretly dating a Slytherin who just so happened to be Draco Malfoy, a little complicated. 

You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with Draco, but he chipped away at your armor little by little until he held your heart firmly in his hands. 

You could tell that something was different about him around third year, he was less of an entitled prick and actually managed not to bother your housemates much that year. It seemed like he finally managed to get it in his head that he wasn’t any better than the rest of you, despite his pure bloodline. 

It was fourth year that you had started actually paying some more attention to him. Your eyes automatically finding him whenever you were in the same room together. He noticed too, sending you discreet smirks that caused a flutter in your stomach. One day in Potions he decided to sit by you instead of his usual seat and you merely raised an eyebrow at him. That was when the note passing began. 

Hogsmeade this weekend? He wrote down on a scrap piece of parchment beside his ingredients, pretending to take down notes on what was brewing in his cauldron. 

You asking me out on a date, Malfoy? You wrote back, managing to slip it back to him while Snape had his back turned. 

Possibly. Was his only reply.

It’s gonna take much more than that for me to say yes.

Neither of you could continue passing this note between yourselves as your attentions turned back to the complicated potions were brewing and Snape had begun making his rounds around the room. 

It wasn’t unusual after that for you to find scraps of parchment shoved into your books or between your notes, all containing Draco’s distinct handwriting. The contents of the notes were never the same, sometimes he would tell you about his day, other times he would write down clever little jokes or interesting food combinations for you to try out. Soon, you had found yourself eagerly waiting for these little messages and tidbits of information about the blonde haired boy. 

The Astronomy tower is my favorite place in the whole castle. It’s nice to just sit there and be with my thoughts.  

The Giant Squid is a girl. Don’t ask how I know. 

Next time you’re down in the kitchens, ask the house elves for some vanilla ice cream and a plate of fresh chips. 

It wasn’t long before you finally agreed to go on that date to Hogsmeade. 

After that, your feelings for Draco bloomed quite quickly. Discrete study sessions in the library lasted long into the night, little gifts would appear in your bag or on your bed when you would have a rough day, subtle touches were shared whenever you had class together. You two were never seen publicly displaying any kind of affection though, which made it seem like you guys weren’t exactly dating. 

You were fine with that kind of set up, preferring to keep your love life private and away from prying eyes. It also helped filter out the gossip about you and the questions you knew your friends would ask if they knew. They thought your friendship with Draco was a little off-putting, but chose not to say anything because they saw how he was different from your first few years in Hogwarts. 

Fifth year was a little more tricky to deal with since Umbridge was around and stomping around like she owned the place. 

Tensions were high as she constantly berated and belittled Harry, calling him a liar and embarrassing him in front of everyone in class. You were friends with him, Ron, and Hermione and of course you knew the truth. It made your blood boil that she thought she could treat him, or any other student for that matter, like that. 

Draco, on the other hand, chose to keep quiet and keep out of Umbridge’s way. He didn’t want to get on her bad side, understandably, since his father was so closely involved in the Ministry. 

“The more you keep your head down, the better love,” He would say as you complained to him about how awful she could be to Harry during your study sessions at the library, “I know for a fact that she wouldn’t hesitate to make you use that damn quill too if you gave her any reason. I don’t want you going through that.” 

For the most part, you listened to his advice. 

One day, however, you were just so over everything Umbridge had to say. She had gotten a dig in at Harry and his “lies” one too many times during class and you had just lost it. 

“Oh shut up,” You snapped out loud. 

Hermione’s head snapped to yours as quickly as you had said it, eyes wide in panic. Even Harry, who was trying his hardest not to retaliate because of his already sore and cut hand, gave you a look that said don’t bother. 

“Excuse me?” The toad dressed in pink sent you a sarcastic smile, “What did you just say?” 

You felt Hermione grip your arm as if to say please don’t. You shook her off.

“I said, shut up.” You spoke clearly, “You have no right to be ridiculing, and frankly humiliating, someone who is just a student and a minor, especially when you’re in a position of authority.” 

The whole room was silent. Usually those who got on Umbridge’s bad side were those who chose not to follow her stupid educational degrees, or who spoke of Voldemort’s return. No one had ever called her out so publicly and straight to her face. 

“Detention for the rest of the week, Miss Y/L/N. For speaking out of turn,” Was all Umbridge said. 

You rolled your eyes but stayed silent, heart hammering in your chest when the realization of what exactly detention with her meant. A puff of breath escaped your lips and your mind wandered for the rest of the period, none of your friends bothering to ask if you were okay, clearly seeing that you weren’t in the right headspace. 

The first few days of detention, you didn’t tell Draco where you were going, just saying that you were busy those nights and couldn’t really spend as much time with him as you liked. He was skeptical, but understood nonetheless. Every night before you two split ways, you going to Umbridge’s office and him heading for the dungeons, he would gently kiss you on the lips and whisper a soft I love you. 

Those little reassurances were what helped you power through every sting of the words “I will not speak out of turn” on the back of your hand. As each detention wore on, though, you could feel your strength wavering. 

On Friday night, the last night of your detention, you walked into Umbridge’s office and every breath you took shook from nerves. Your hand hadn’t healed from the previous night and it was more than painful. It pulsed as you waited for her to give you the go signal to start writing, and four hours later, it was red and raw. Blood dripped down from the edges of the words that no doubt left a scar and you couldn’t help the tears as they escaped the corners of your eyes. 

The moment you stepped through the threshold of her office and into the silent corridor, a sob escaped your lips. You couldn’t bear to go back to Gryffindor tower yet but it was way past curfew and you couldn’t be seen wandering around the corridors. That meant that you found yourself in an empty alcove, trying to contain your tears and murmur quick healing spells on your hand. 

You felt like such a baby, letting that foul woman get the better of you, but there was no mistaking the damage she did on you, both physically and mentally. 

“Y/N?” You heard someone whisper. You nearly jumped out of your skin, quickly wiping your eyes with your good hand and strategically hiding the other as you saw Draco at the end of the hallway. 

“Draco,” You breathed, “What’re you doing out so late?” 

“Prefect duties, it’s my turn to patrol tonight,” He said simply, “I could ask you the same thing, are you alright?” 

A beat passed as you debated on what your answer should be. 

“No, not really.” You replied weakly, knowing that he would see right past any form of lie or distraction you could create, eyes glancing at your bloodied hand. 

He was quick to take notice too, “Who hurt you?” He said before rushed forward, gently cradling your injured hand in his. 

“You can take a guess,” You muttered as his eyes scanned over the words etched onto the back of your hand. 

“Oh darling,” He murmured, making his way into the alcove and gathering you up into his arms, “How did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You sighed into his chest, “You should’ve heard her! She was going on and on about how malicious and not right in the head she thought Harry was. I couldn’t just sit there and let her talk about him like that. You know that he’s telling the truth, he shouldn’t be singled out and punished for that! I called her out on it and she gave me detention the whole week.” 

“What the hell were you thinking?” He asked more harshly than he intended and you felt like a toddler being scolded, “I told you that keeping your head down wouldn’t land you in situations like this.” 

You knew he meant well and that he was just thinking of your happiness and safety, but with the rush of emotions running through you tonight, you didn’t want to be treated like a child. All you wanted was to be comforted and you had foolishly thought that Draco could give that to you.

“Oh sod off, Draco,” You huffed, pulling away from him and wincing as you lent on your injured hand, “I didn’t ask for a lecture, I’ve had my fill of that for today I would think.” 

Tears had started to form in your eyes again as your frustration grew at your boyfriend. It had been a long night and this was not how you had seen it going when you spotted him down the hallway. You were about to move and make your way back to Gryffindor tower when you felt his hand softly grip your wrist. 

“Hey, I’m sorry I snapped.” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back to his chest, “I just don’t like knowing that you got hurt when it could’ve been avoided.” 

“I know,” You mumbled, still slightly put off at the boy whose arms enveloped you and whose scent was already calming you down. 

Before you knew it, he was standing and sending you one of his trademark soft smiles that never failed to melt your heart. 

“C’mon, you’re staying with me tonight.” He said, taking your uninjured hand in his and tugging slightly to get you to start moving. 

“What if Umbridge catches us?” You asked, fear creeping in at the thought of more detentions being doled out to you. The thought of Draco having to go through it too made your stomach churn. 

“She won’t.” He said confidently, “And if she does, I’m a prefect and she’s favors Slytherin anyway, I can tell her that I’m escorting you back to your dorm.” 

The two of you walked silently hand-in-hand all the way to the slab of wall that indicated the Slytherin dorms. Draco gave you a large jumper to put on once you got to his dorm, as he went about getting ready for bed. The familiar scent of his cologne was enough to help you relax as you sank into the soft mattress and closed your eyes. Soon you felt the bed dip and Draco once again wrapped his arms around your waist. 

A contented sigh escaped your lips as he peppered soft kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“I love you,” He mumbled against your shoulder, “You know that right?” 

Turning to face him, you sent him a soft smile, “Yeah. I love you too.” 

For a while, Draco was content leaning down and pecking your lips every so often. No words were spoken and none were needed as both of you basked in the presence of the other. After a while, your stomach grumbled as you hadn’t had much to eat before your detention with Umbridge. The nerves were too much for you to stomach anything substantial. 

Draco shifted away slightly and asked, “Do you want me to go grab you something from the kitchens? I’m sure the house elves would be happy to whip something up for you.” 

You only shuffled closer to him, letting his warmth wash over you, “I’m alright, I’d rather be with you anyway.” 

He gave out a soft hum and pressed a kiss to your forehead, letting you know that he heard you. It wasn’t long until you drifted off to sleep in his arms. 

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Rapunzel (Fred Weasley X Ravenclaw!Reader)

A/N: This is for @wand3ringr0s3‘s 1.9K writing challenge and the prompt is I See The Light from Tangled!

Summary: Fred is always there for you. No matter if it’s your birthday, or if you’re just having a sleepless night.

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Ravenclaw!fem!Reader

Warnings: insomnia (Fred comforting reader!), post-war trauma, mention of war

Word count: 1.8K

(Disclaimer: I do not own the gif)

Today’s your 18th birthday. Even though the atmosphere of the school was pretty intense with Umbridge in charge, you still had a pretty good birthday. Your friends threw you a little birthday party.

Everyone wished you Happy Birthday. Well, everyone except for one.

After the Weasley twins left the school, you’ve never heard from them since. You guys were good friends and you really missed them. Especially Fred. 

Even George sent you a letter wishing you happy birthday, along with some samples of their new products, but Fred never showed up. Did he forget about your birthday? Or did he just forget about you?

You weren’t sure when did your stupid little crush on Fred Weasley began. Maybe it was when he stood up for you when Umbridge was going to punish you. Maybe it was when he made you laugh when you were crying because you got a bad grade in potions. Or maybe it was long before all of this.

How you became friends with Fred was a funny story. It was two years ago, you were just on your way back to your common room, but suddenly you tripped. You dropped all of your books and the potion project that you spent the entire last week working on. Watching the potion bottle scattered into pieces, your heart broke with it. You looked up and saw a boy with ginger hair gasped and soon escaped.

You recognized that was Fred Weasley. You two shared a few classes together and you hated to admit it, but he and his twin always had their way to capture your attention. How could they not? They always had so many strange ideas that never failed to intrigue you.

The next day, you successfully cornered him in the hallway. “Weasley! Why the hell did you trip me! I worked on that project for an entire week!”

He was surprised that someone suddenly cornered him, but he still had that cheeky smile, “Oh I think you got the wrong twin. I’m pretty sure it was George. I’ll go find him for you-”

“Oh I’m sorry. I must’ve made a mistake then.”

“It’s alright, people mix us up all the time.” He smiled and soon tried to escape you again. But just when he started walking, he tripped.You waved your wand and tied his shoelaces when he was still busy trying to come up with some excuses and alibi. 

You walked in front of him and gave him a triumphant grin, “This is for my potion project. I know who you are, Fred Weasley.”

And then you just hopped away, leaving him still lying on the floor and that funnily, was the beginning of your friendship.

He was intrigued by your mind and your ideas just as how you were intrigued by his. You would always get him and George out of trouble just like how you could get them into trouble if you wanted to.

You felt ridiculous always checking the clock and fighting back the urge to check the owlery every other hour. If Fred couldn’t give you a birthday gift, maybe at least he could send you a letter?

Maybe his owl got lost. You knew the Weasley’s owl was a little silly. 

Or maybe he already forgot about you. He’s got a business and everything, who would have time for you?

The clock in your room finally stuck 12. It was officially not your birthday anymore and he never showed up.

You fell on your pillow and your mind drifted to last year’s birthday. The twins dragged you to the shrieking shack, telling you that they need your help for a grand prank. You opened the door and found Ginny and the twins actually prepared a surprise party for you. But this year, you only had Ginny.

A knock on the window beside you brought you back from your memory. You got off your bed and walked to the window, gripping your wand tight for you didn’t know what might happen.

But when you opened the window, the scene successfully put a smile on your face. Enchanted little pebbles were flying up to knock on your window. Along with the pebbles, there was also a little note that read “Oi Rapunzel, let down your hair!” You knew that carefree handwriting way too well. It was Fred’s.

You flipped the note and the back of it read “meet you at the door”. You chuckled as the butterflies in your stomach started to dance.

As soon as you rushed downstairs, you heard someone arguing with the door knocker, “Seriously, why are you so stubborn? If a serial killer is chasing after a student and that student just couldn’t answer your stupid riddles, are you just gonna let that student die? This doesn’t make any sense!”

You giggled and opened the door to see Fred with his cheeks flushed and still panting. You guessed that he must have ran upstairs just now.

“Oh thank Merlin! Y/N!”

“How did you get into Hogwarts?”

“Hmmm, my determination to be here for you on your birthday has made me unstoppable?”

Your heart fluttered at his cheesy answer, but you still kept a straight face, “Yet, you are still late.”

But instead of Fred’s explanation, you heard the portrait on the wall complaining first, “So do you want to get in or out? You can’t just stand here with the door open!” 

“Come!” Fred smiled at you and dragged you out of the common room.

“Where are you taking me!”

He brought you all the way to the astronomy tower. Thankfully, you guys didn’t run into Mr. Filch because Fred already knew the route too well.

You two sat down by the window. The weather was good tonight. The sky was clear and you could see the stars twinkling above. The chilly midnight breeze made the astrological instruments sing. You haven’t felt so peaceful in a while.

“Happy birthday Y/N.” Fred broke the silence first. He pulled out a bracelet from his pocket and placed it around your wrist. “I’m sorry I was late, but your present took me longer than I thought to make.”

“What is this Freddie?”

“Lumos.” He waved his wand and the bracelet lit up. Your eyes lit up too when you saw the bracelet on his wrist started to glow as well. “In case you missed the laughter and fun in your life, by that I mean, in case if you missed me, you can light up the bracelet and I will know.”

You stared at him, finding yourself speechless. A warm and tingling feeling started to rise in your heart and spread through your whole body.

“Don’t fall in love with me.” He laughed cheekily when he realized you were staring at him.

You looked at him and saw the light reflecting in his eyes. For a moment, it was as if your world has lit up, yet everything was in slow-motion.

Too late. That was the first thought that popped into your head

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You woke up from the exploding and screaming in your nightmare. It was already three in the morning.

Nightmares and sudden palpitations were common problems that people who have been through the battle face and you weren’t an exception. You glanced at the calendar on your nightstand and felt slightly relieved when you made sure it was already a year after the war. Everything was fine. You were safe now.

You lied back and tried to sleep again, but the brutal scenes of the battle just refused to leave your head. After struggling for fifteen minutes, you finally gave up and got off bed.

You turned on all the lights in your room just to feel a little bit more secure, but the room was just so empty. You were craving for company. You missed Fred. You needed him.

You and Fred got together during the war, finally admitting that you couldn’t afford to lose each other. If the war left anything good in your life. There was that.

You wanted to see Fred, to talk to him, to hug him. You wanted to just apparate into his apartment right now. But you knew he was busy and had to wake up early tomorrow morning. Even though Fred told you that you could always go find him when you need him, but you just didn’t want to add to his burden. You knew it was your anxiety and insecurity lying to you, saying that you were a burden, but you just felt too exhausted tonight to shut them up.

So after debating in your head and listing out all the pros and cons, you decided to just light that bracelet. If you couldn’t cuddle him right now, at least the light from the bracelet could make you feel like he was right here with you.

Sleeping was probably not an option anymore tonight, so you decided to read a good book to distract yourself. But fifteen minutes later, you realized you were just staring at the pages without even reading the words. So you started to pace around in your apartment, trying to focus on all the corners that you didn’t pay attention to before.

Just when you were about to check that vase on your bookshelf for the third time tonight, you heard a knocking on your window. You immediately ran to the window, knowing too well what that meant. 

A little note with “Rapunzel, let down your hair” written on it flew into your hand when you opened the window.

“Darling, are you alright?” You turned and saw Fred has already apparated into your apartment. “I’m sorry I’m a little late, the bracelet went under my pillow-” 

His ramble was cut short when you rushed to hug him. He chuckled and lifted you up to carry you back to your bedroom. He placed you on the bed and tucked you in before joining you

You felt like you could finally breathe calmly as you were now secure in his embrace. You just felt so lucky to have him and a random question popped into your head.

“Freddie, when did you realize that you like me?”

“Hmm probably that day when you tied my shoelaces. I thought Merlin, this woman is going to be trouble.”

“Thank you very much,” you lightly pushed his arm to protest.

“I have a question for you too,” suddenly, he looked at you seriously, “how were you able to tell me and George apart at first?”

“Well, you are slightly taller than George and George’s voice is deeper than yours.” You simply listed out your observations.

“But these are all relative. That day when you tied my shoelaces, there was only me.”

“Or maybe it’s just cause I’m smart?”

He squeezed your waist at your cheeky answer and you squeezed his waist back. 

“It’s your eyes,” you finally admitted, “George’s eyes are soft, but your eyes are bright. It’s like my whole world has lit up when I see the light in your eyes.”

He looked at you with his eyes widened. You giggled when you saw his expression, “What? Are you feeling touched? Don’t fall too deeply in love with me.”

He squeezed your waist again. But when you were about to attack him back, he pulled you closer and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“Too late, darling. Already did.”

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To You - Remus Lupin

Hello and welcome to another Remus fic!  This is a Remus x Hufflepuff!Reader.  Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,998

There had been slight suspicions in the back of your mind for well over a year now that Remus was keeping a secret from you, one you were dying to know.  You would never pressure him to tell you, regardless of how bad you wanted to know, but you couldn’t help but to want to ask him outright what his deal was and why he thought he could hide it from you of all people.

Remus had become a quick friend of yours early on in your schooling.  You shared an interest in what was right, in education, and more specifically, in charms lessons.  Over the first few years, he introduced you to his friends in Gryffindor, and you introduced your own, who continually questioned how someone as shy as you were able to get in with the infamously popular group.  Regardless, Remus had become your closest friend and grown with you by his side.  In time, you shamefully began developing feelings for your closest friend, and as you struggled to show it, or hint at it, even, it became more and more difficult to ignore it when he was avoiding you.

One particular Saturday during your fifth year, you packed up your belongings in your common room, hoping to catch Remus before you had to run out for your Astronomy lessons.  You ran up the stairs towards the Great Hall, your too-long black and yellow cloak constantly catching around your ankles as you rushed along.  The moment you made it into the Great Hall, your heart sunk when you spotted James, Peter, and Sirius sitting together without Remus.  With the ghost of a frown on your lips, you turned from the Great Hall and began walking slowly towards the Astronomy Tower with your head down.

For the last week or so, Remus had been avoiding you at all costs, to the point of even leaving the room when you enter.  Since the start of term in September, after coming back from summer holiday, Remus felt distant to you, something foreign to you and you hated it more than anything.  

“(Y/N)!”  You heard a voice call as you made it up the first few flights of stairs.  You turned, a solemn look on your face as Sirius raced up the stairs.  “I assume you were looking for Moony, yeah?”  He asked as he caught up, putting his hands into his pockets with a smirk on his lips.  The nickname loomed in your mind, one you never used for Remus, but his friends did.

Your cheeks reddened and you ducked your head slightly.  “Yeah, I was.  I haven’t caught up to him in a couple days, so I was hoping to see him,” you explained airily to the haughty boy who became an odd friend of yours.

Sirius hummed as he leaned against the wall of the corridor, looking effortlessly cool.  “Well, I happen to know where he is, if you’d like to know?” 

For a moment, you considered asking him.  However, doubt filled your mind and your eyes stung as tears developed in your eyes.  “No, that’s fine.  If he wants to avoid me, I’ll let him.  I’ll stop trying to track him down, seeing at there is nothing I can do,” you answered quietly as you looked away from Sirius and began up the stairs once more, leaving him in his spot.

Sirius frowned at you as you walked away, watching your head hand and your shoulders sag forward in disappointment.  He crossed his own arms over his chest as he made his way back down the stairs, towards the Hospital Wing. 

Sirius flung the door open, making Madam Pomfrey look up from her desk in the back of the room, an annoyed look on her face.  “Hello, Poppy, darling,” Sirius announced once he saw the room was empty.  

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes at the student.  “For the last time, Mr. Black, you will refer to me as ‘Madam Pomfrey’.”

With an absentminded hum, Sirius made his way towards the room adjacent to her desk.  “Is he in there?” 

“Yes, he is.  He should be resting, Mr. Black,” Madam Pomfrey scolded, but made no effort to stop Sirius as he opened the door and strolled right into the small room with a cot against the wall.  

Remus’ eyes fluttered open at the light coming into the roof, and squinted as Sirius used his wand to light a lamp in the center of the room.  “Rise and shine, Moony,” Sirius announced as he opened the curtains around the room, allowing the setting sun to come in. 

Remus sat up on one elbow, his hair disheveled and a tired look on his face.  There was a fresh cut down the side of his face, near his hairline.  “Sirius, what do you want?”  He questioned in a biting tone. 

Sirius pulled up the only chair in the room next to the cot and crossed one leg over the other.  “Well, you see, you are about to make irrevocable damage to your relationship with (Y/N), and knowing how much you absolutely fancy her, I simply cannot let that happen.  Man up, now, tell her your dirty little secret, and kiss her already,” Sirius explained as he twirled his wand around his fingers, a bored look on his face. 

Remus fell back on the cot and groaned as he took the pillow, using it to cover his face.  “You know I can’t,” Remus muttered into the pillow before moving it behind his head once more.  “(Y/N) will never want to speak to me again, and that is if she doesn’t tell the entire school of my condition.”  Remus stared up at the high ceiling with an annoyed look on his face. 

With another hum, Sirius took the pillow from beneath Remus’ head and tossed it across the room as Remus’ head fell back, making him grunt.  “Would it change your mind to know that she was in tears when talking to me earlier because of the fact you’re avoiding her?” 

“No.”

Sirius scoffed.  “Selfish git,” he muttered and put both feet on the floor once more and leaned over Remus.  “For the record, I think you’re hurting her more by avoiding her than it will to just tell her the truth.  I think nothing could change your opinion of you.”  Sirius stood, walking towards the door once more. 

Remus watched his friend, a stubborn look on his face and narrowed eyes.  As Sirius was stepping through the door, Remus spoke again.  “Was she really crying?”  Remus asked sadly, sitting up and wincing as he covered his side with his hand. 

“She’s gutted,” Sirius confirmed over his shoulder.  “Shows what kind of friend you are, treating her like this.  Perhaps I’ll ask her on a date then, to get her spirits up and all,” Sirius pondered as he faced away from Remus, a smirk on his lips. 

“You wouldn’t,” Remus muttered and swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing his full height and revealing the bruising down his side.  “Where is she?”  Remus asked as he carefully pulled a long sleeved shirt over his head. 

Sirius smirked, leaning on the door pane.  “Was heading up to Astronomy lessons only a moment ago.  I suppose she will be done in an hour or two.  Better hope you get to her before I do,” he said haughtily before kicking off the door and through the Hospital Wing.  “Au revoir, Poppy,” Sirius called as Remus listened to the heavy doors close. 

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Exactly two hours later, Remus leaned against the corridor wall across from the ladder that lead to the Astronomy Tower.  His side still ached, but Madam Pomfrey was able to heal the scarring down his face quite well, to the point where it was only a thin, white line.  His eyes remained low as he waited patiently for you to descend from class.

After a few moments, Remus heard the latch of the trap door open and quickly, one by one, students climbed down the ladder quickly, waiting in the bottom for their friends. He watched as you climbed down carefully, your eyes remaining on your feet until you got to the bottom.  You turned without even spotting Remus and began your walk back to the basements, to your common room.

“(Y/N),” he called then, causing you to turn in surprise.  Upon seeing Remus, your faint smile faltered and you looked down to the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with him.  He stepped forward, his hands in his pockets as he muffled the flinch he felt coming from the pain in his side.  “Can we talk?”  His question came out more awkward than he intended and he ducked his head as well. 

You shifted gently, checking you watch.  “I’ve got to be getting back before curfew,” you answered gently, but Remus could see right through you.

With a gentle roll of his eyes, he held his hand out to you.  “You know I’m a prefect,” he reminded you with a laugh and smiled faintly.  “Come on, just a moment.” 

Hesitantly, you placed your hand in his and allowed him to lead you away from the rest of the students, towards the Gryffindor Tower.  “I shouldn’t have been avoiding you,” Remus finally admitted as he slowed to a stop in an empty corridor and leaned against one of the stone columns against the wall. 

As you stood in front of him, holding your book in one arm and running your fingers along the pages, you shrugged.  “That’s your choice,” you murmured sadly in response and glanced down. 

Remus pressed his lips together.  “(Y/N), please know that I was only doing so to protect you,” Remus explained in an exasperated voice.  “I don’t want to lose you.” 

Frustration built in your mind and you shook your head at Remus.  “I don’t understand that you could possibly think you are protecting me from, when you’re only hurting me more by avoiding me.  How could you be so daft to think some silly secret of yours would push me away from you?  Have you not noticed how much you mean to me?” you snapped at him as you crossed your arms over your book.

For a moment, both you and Remus remained quite as you fumed at him and his face remained blank.  Remus finally sighed heavily and looked away, glancing up and down the corridor they were in.  “(Y/N), I was bitten by a lycanthrope when I was a child,” he finally admitted quietly and in a sad voice as he searched your face for any sort of reaction. 

“So, you’re a werewolf?  That’s what you’ve been hiding from me?”  Remus nodded then, waiting your face an awaiting your reaction.  “And you thought that was enough for me to hate you?  Bloody hell, Remus, the reason I hate you at the moment is for thinking so little of me!”  Remus’ face fell for a moment, taking in her words, before a small smile formed on his face.  He opened his mouth to speak, but you held your hand up, stopping him.  “Perhaps you’ve yet to notice how much I fancy you, Remus.  Literally anything you can tell me is so little compared to how much I fancy you.” 

Remus held a smile on his lips that was blissful and kind and he ducked his head gently, shaking it a bit.  “You’re unbelievable, you know?”  He reached his hand to you, hoping you’d take it.

A slight pout remained on your face as you hesitated a moment, but put your hand in his and allowed Remus to pull you forward, into his arms.  Remus held you in silence, pressing his lips to the top of your head every so often.  “I promise I’ll never be so foolish again,” Remus murmured into your hair, a faint smirk playing on his lips. 

You hummed, leaning up to look at him.  “We’ll see about that, Remus.”

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Dance With Me Under the Stars

@yeah-im-a-fae-deal-with-it, I hope you enjoy this! I had a lot of fun making it and I hope I did the wishes justice. Happy Holidays!! (Much of the imagery was based on the song Volcano by The Vamps.)

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Word Count: 3993

It was mid semester and Virgil had arrived late to class for the first time in his three years of college. He hurried in quietly, taking his usual seat and pulling his books out. Almost shamefully, he grabbed his homework and walked between the desks to put it on the teacher’s.

He must have had the worst luck in the world as, just then, she turned around. “Ah, Mr. Storm. I was wondering when you’d show up.” Her tone was kind, no note of malice anywhere.

Virgil nodded. “I forgot to set my alarm.” His voice was quiet, barely reaching past the professor.

She nodded with a smile that seemed genuine. “Go back to your seat, please. Just as discussed yesterday, you’ll be debating Mr. Croft in a few minutes.”

Virgil trudged back to his seat, slipping past the others to sit in his usual corner. Feeling eyes on him, he looked up to find Logan Croft, a double major in zoology and astronomy who was taking this class for fun, staring at him with an unreadable expression. Virgil ignored him, turning back to his notebook and doodling in the margins as he waited for the professor to finish taking attendance.

He got through half the page before he was being called up to debate, as per usual. He and Croft were only put against each other as examples or if the lecture finished early. This was mainly due to them both being stubborn in their ways and being able to debate things for hours. Thus, they were both called into her office the day before to confirm the topic and style of the debate.

There they stood, on opposite sides of the same plain. It was a familiar position for the pair during their debates. While many would have seen a peaceful place within that plain, maybe even a spot to build something, the two students only saw a battlefield with the fight yet to be fought, yet to be won. Their words danced across the plain, leaving wounds that didn’t mean a thing outside of that moment. A struggle for dominance raged before, as it always did, they came to be equals that saw eye to eye.

Their debate lasted for the first half of class before they came to some sort of agreement on their topic and sat down to listen to the teacher give a lecture on what just happened. After class, Croft caught up with Virgil on his way out. “That was a good debate today, Storm.” He said. The battlefield was back to a plain, nothing special about it.

Virgil looked at him briefly before just shrugging and walking up the stairs. He didn’t bother to look back or wonder why the student who usually avoided him unless it was during these debates was talking to him. He just knew he needed to get to class.

A day later, he was running to dance class and missed a step. Crashing down the stairs, he landed at the bottom in a haze of pain. He tried to move but found that his vision was blurry and his ankle was broken. Someone nearby gave a shout and he heard footsteps on the stairs. A hand landed on his shoulder and he flinched, coming face to face with the person who lived across the hall from him.

“Virgil, what happened?” Emile said, eyes looking concerned.

The dancer didn’t even lie to the psychology major he knew only in passing. “I fell.” He shook his head, trying to get his vision to focus on something, anything. “My ankle hurts.”

Emile nodded and moved to look at it. Gently pressing, he inspected the joint. Virgil hissed when he pressed on it and Emile sat back. “Yep, that’s broken.” Sighing, he moved to help Virgil to his feet, throwing the dancer’s arm over his shoulders. “I’ve got time before my next class so I’ll take you to the nurse before I go tell you’re dance teacher you won’t be able to make it today.”

Virgil shook his head, hobbling along beside him. “No, I’ll tell her later.”

Emile frowned. “You know Professor Kim is not going to be happy about this development. She was counting on you being there through the whole semester.”

Virgil just laughed, shaking his head. “Since when do you talk with her?”

“Since I came to drop off your lunch that day and she was the only one there. We struck up a conversation about you.”

Virgil nodded. “Fair.”

Emile pushed the door open and sat Virgil in the nurse's office before leaving with a wave, tossing an, “I’ll be back in a bit,” over his shoulder. Virgil waited for the nurse to come and diagnose him, soon being rolled out on a gurney on his way to the hospital to get a cast on his broken ankle. He’d also been told that he had a concussion but that wasn’t the main concern.

A few days later, debate class was back in session and Virgil was there in a cast, crutches by his side. Croft came in and eyed the crutches before setting his bag by his usual chair. He didn’t sit down as Virgil thought he would, rather coming over to stand by Virgil’s seat. He nodded his chin at the cast. “What happened there?”

Virgil was taken aback by the care in his voice, a voice that had previously remained so neutral while talking to him that it was borderline monotone. He shrugged as he continued to grab his books out of his bag. “I fell.”

Croft raised his eyebrows, looking about as convinced as he would if Virgil had just told him the sky was magenta. “You fell? Why don’t I buy that, Storm?”

Virgil shook his head. “I don’t know why you wouldn’t believe the truth, Croft.”

He huffed, his eyes melting into the concern that was evident in his voice. Opening his mouth, he seemed to be about to say something but thought better of it, going to sit down instead just as the professor walked in. She paused by his desk. “Professor Kim told me about the ankle. You don’t have to debate for the rest of the semester if you don’t feel up to it.”

Virgil shook his head. “Standing won’t be a problem as long as I have the crutches.”

She nodded. “Still, I’d like to let you rest for a bit.”

Virgil shrugged. “I’m fully capable of standing and debating but I’ll follow your lead on this.” She gave a final nod and moved to stand at the front of the room to begin class.

Thus, six weeks went by. Virgil did essays on dance and movement instead of performing the dances. Professor Kim insisted on recording the lessons so he’l still be able to do them when he’s recovered, which he was immensely grateful for. Debate class went similarly in that he wasn’t called up as often to debate Croft anymore. Instead, he wrote most of his debates as argumentive papers.

That summer, Virgil stayed on campus. He wasn’t taking a summer course, he was simply trying to follow the videos Professor Kim left for him. He lived nearby anyways so it made sense to keep using the studio on campus. That’s how he ended up running into Croft again on the stairs. 

“Oh,” the other student said, bag in hand as he was clearly trying to put his books back in it, “I didn’t expect you to be here.”

Virgil smiled, holding up the gym bag that had replaced his book bag. “The studio is allowing me to catch up on my dance lessons over the summer.” He paused. He and Croft had never been too cordial with each other, merely remaining civil. However, toward the end of the semester they'd come to some sort of academic truce. Now, they were just normal strangers, just two students. So, Virgil took a chance. “What about you? Why are you still here?”

Croft finally shoved the last book into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “I’m having to retake a class due  to low grades.” He shook his head. “I just can’t grasp the subject.”

“What is it?”

Croft sighed. “Psychology.”

Virgil nodded and, on a whim, gave an offer. “I passed Psych with flying colors if you want me to tutor you?”

That plain, that had once been a battlefield before lying dormant, became a meadow in that one moment. No longer a place for duels or violence, but peace and healing. Their once shaky truce seemed to settle, becoming something more permanent, as Croft smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

They walked side by side as they discussed times and tactics for studying. They concluded that their only overlapping free time was directly after Virgil was finished with dance practice as that was when Croft got out of his classes and clubs but before Virgil had to go to Professor Kim’s office for office hours.

So, the very next day saw Virgil walking out of the shower room, towel he’d been drying his hair with still in hand, to see Croft leaning against the wall in the hall. “I wasn’t expecting you for another fifteen minutes or so.” Virgil said as he approached.

Croft looked up from the book in his hand. He briefly glanced at the page number before snapping it shut and picking up his bag. “Apologies, I like to be early.”

Virgil just waved his hand as they fell in step beside each other. “It’s fine. Next time, you don’t have to wait in the hall if I’m not in the shower, you can just sit in the room. As long as you’re quiet, you’ll be fine.”

Croft nodded. “Noted, thank you.”

They made it to the library and sat down, both pulling out books. When Croft gave Virgil a puzzled look, he laughed a bit. “I’ve brought my notes and blank copies of homework to use as practice problems. First, I want to gauge just how bad off you are.” he set down the cumulative final review. “Fill this out to the best of your ability.” Croft set to work, a serious expression on his face. Virgil didn’t want to twiddle his thumbs while waiting so he pulled out his phone and opened it to a new note, beginning to plan out his evening.

Once that was done, he looked up to see Croft with his tongue sticking out slightly, hair in his eyes, and eyes focused on the page. Strangely, there was something beautiful about the concentrated look on his face. Maybe it was the way the sunlight dramatized it and cast his eyes into shadows, making Virgil want to stare until he could see where the iris ended and the pupil began; maybe it was the way his hair framed his face in a way that made Virgil want to pull out a sketchbook.

Feeling self conscious at that thought, he looked back down at his phone and ignored the other student until he heard a pencil connect with the table. “Alright, Storm, I’m done.”

Virgil nodded and slid the page over to himself, quickly checking it against the answer sheet he’d made up. He gave Croft a grade, circled it, and slid it back. A sharp intake of breath came back as Virgil pulled a clean piece of paper closer to himself and began to write down what needed to be worked on.

“Is it really that bad?” Croft’s voice came from Virgil’s side.

He paused in his writing to look up at his former academic rival. He shrugged. “It could be worse. You don’t seem to be too bad off right now and we’re gonna try to get you to where you need to be as soon as possible.”

Croft nodded and away they went. The next few weeks were spent in a new routine. Croft would wait in the hall if Virgil was in the shower but most times Virgil had lost track of time and gone over, resulting in Croft sitting in the corner reviewing definitions. A few times, one of his clubs wouldn’t meet and he’d get out earlier than normal. Those were the times that Croft would sit in and make sure Virgil wasn’t putting too much strain on his ankle and was properly hydrating. Those were the times they’d strike up a bit of witty banter that reminded them of their debates but on a personal level that the debate class was lacking.

One step at a time, they came closer on that meadow until they were standing side by side, leaning on the other. As they grew closer, the meadow rose as if two tectonic plates were pushing it toward the sky. Over the course of that one season, the meadow had become a mountain of a friendship. Their banter began to spread outside of just those rare moments, becoming a constant part of their meetings, tutor sessions, and walks. 

It wasn’t long before the summer semester ended and they had a few weeks of vacation before the next semester. As the days shortened and the leaves turned colors, Virgil almost expected Croft to go on his way. After all, the agreement was done. Virgil had finished learning all the moves he’d needed and Croft had passed his classes with the usual flying colors. 

Still, tutor sessions turned into chats over coffee, dancing changed to walks in the park, but their late night talks on the way back to their apartment building stayed the same. Virgil enjoyed that constant, knowing that no matter what else happened that day, he could walk back to the apartment building with Croft. It was one such walk that it struck him. In all their time together, he’d gotten closer to Croft and no longer saw him as the academic rival they’d been at the start of the year. Instead, he saw him as a friend, or even more than that.

Just when Virgil was satisfied and comfortable with the balance they’d created together, fate tossed a spark gently onto the mountain. In that instance, the mountain turned into a volcano. In that one instant of time, Virgil had fallen for Logan Croft and he knew with absolute certainty that he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had no idea how he’d tell him, or even if he would tell him. After all, volcanoes can stay dormant for years before going extinct or erupting. Virgil could just wait and hope it was the former or deal with the latter.

The next few weeks were much the same as that with the exception that Virgil was noticing every little thing that Logan did. He noticed the way he leaned toward Virgil as they talked, the way his focus was entirely on the dancer during conversations. Logan was always walking on Virgil’s left side, the ankle he’d broken mid spring semester that acted up occasionally but especially on stairs. He noticed Logan holding doors for him or smiling at him for no particular reason.

All of this gave Virgil a spark of hope in his chest that had him wondering if Logan liked him back. That spark was almost crushed one afternoon. They had just gotten their coffee and started their usual round about the park when Logan spoke. “I might not be able to do the full rotation today, Storm. I’ve got a date with Roman later.”

Virgil felt like his chest had just been stomped on. “. . . A date?” He didn’t know how he kept his voice steady when his heart was breaking, getting closer and closer to shattering the more he thought about those two words.

Logan tilted his head to the sides. “Maybe ‘date’ is the wrong word for it. It’s more like a meet-up.”

Virgil nodded, pretending he hadn’t been holding his breath through that whole exchange. “Okay, when do you have to leave?”

“About half an hour.” He turned and smiled. “Plenty of time.”

Virgil smiled and walked ahead, turning to face Logan as he walked backwards. Logan shook his head. “That’s not the safest way to travel, you know.”

Virgil just shrugged. “There’s worse ways to travel.” He also got to see the rare grin that spread across the zoology major’s face, not that he would tell said student that.

Their walk in the park ended with them standing at the entrance. “I’ll see you later, Storm.” Logan said by way of parting.

“Wait! Later as in tomorrow or later as in-”

He laughed, something that was even more rare than his grin but something Virgil longed to hear more often. “Later today.” Virgil nodded, walking back to his apartment alone.

On a whim, he grabbed his gym bag, stuffing his dance shoes in it, and went to the studio. He scrolled through his playlist as he entered before just hitting shuffle and letting the music play as he got ready. He waited for the next song and took a second to identify it before throwing his hoodie off and moving to the center of the room. 

He went with the music, letting his body flow in whatever way it wanted. Incorporating all the moves he’d learned over the past few months into a cohesive whole that was both as graceful as saplings in the wind but as sharp as the flapping of cloth. He danced to forget his troubles and anxieties, letting them bleed into the movements. A faster song came on and he changed his movements to match, becoming sharper as he let himself get lost in the music, lost to the beat of his feet against the floor, the feeling of the air on his sweat, the feeling of dancing and being free and feeling on top of the world.

When the playlist ended and his muscles were screaming for him to rest, he collapsed onto the floor, panting for breath. When he felt like he could stand, he moved to check his phone clock and found that he’d spent the whole afternoon dancing. Quickly, he showered and made his way back to his apartment. He was still overheated after dancing for a few hours straight so he just had his hoodie slung over his arm, his gym bag over his other shoulder.

He got back to his apartment to see Logan with a fist raised to knock. Smiling, he moved around him and unlocked it. “Come on in.” He dropped his keys in the little bowl on the entrance way table. “I’ve just gotta put this stuff away but it won’t be long.”

Logan smiled, standing comfortably in the entryway. “Take your time, Storm, I’m not going anywhere.” 

For a brief moment, Virgil wondered what his first name would sound like in Logan’s voice. He didn’t dwell on it, instead he nodded, ducking into his bedroom to store his bag where it belonged. Taking a second to put on some extra deodorant and move his hair around so it looked semi-styled instead of the mess it was before, he took a deep breath. The scare of losing him that afternoon had made Virgil realize that he needed to act fast before he lost Logan for real.

So, he kept the hoodie across his arm as he went back out and picked up the keys again. “Ready to go?”

Logan nodded. “Quite.”

Virgil held the door open for him, locking it on his way out. They started down the path in relative silence, the only noise being the crunching of gravel beneath their feet and the sounds of life coming from nearby buildings. Virgil was hesitant to break the silence despite the feelings and words bubbling below his surface. Logan also seemed comfortable in the lack of conversation. They made it to a bench that was out of the way and sat on it to stargaze for a bit.

Virgil tilted his head back, resting it on the back of the bench. His eyes scanned the sky, resting on different stars and connecting them into constellations. After another while of silence, Logan shivered beside Virgil and the dancer turned his head, looking at the astronomy major. “Are you cold?” His voice broke the silence like a sheet of ice falling from a slope.

Logan shrugged. “A bit. I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

Virgil hummed and threw his hoodie over the other. “No use in you getting cold when this is right here.”

Logan didn’t react beyond tilting his head down just the slightest bit. He hummed, taking a breath before speaking. “Apologies again for having to end our afternoon walk early.”

Virgil waved his hand. “It’s fine. In fact, it actually gave me time to think.”

Logan looked over at him, eyes inquisitive behind his square black frames. “What about?”

Virgil took a deep steadying breath of the night air before he turned to face Logan just a bit more on the bench. “About you, actually. I realized something when you said you had a date with Roman.”

Logan nodded, his gaze sharpening as his attention seemed to hone in on Virgil. “Okay.”

Virgil fiddled with the rips in his jeans, suddenly anxious. “I realized that if I didn’t act now, someone else might be walking by your side in the park, laughing with a coffee in hand. Someone else might have the door you knock on late at night when you can’t sleep, be the person you debate with over the phone into the early hours of the morning.” He took another deep breath, not looking up at the wonderful human sitting in front of him, the one who deserved the world. “I realized that I love you and can’t stand the thought of another person getting to hold your hand and kiss you goodnight.” He turned his head so he was staring out into the night rather than at Logan. “There, I said it. I love you. I love you so much my chest aches.”

Logan hummed in a way that Virgil couldn’t interpret before there was the rustling of fabric and Logan was kneeling before Virgil, one hand hovering near the dancer’s cheek. “I’m glad you told me as it makes what I’m going to say much easier.” Virgil’s eyes widened slightly, fearing the next thing to come past Logan's lips.

“I love you too. Honestly, I think I’ve loved you since the start of the fall semester. The way you helped me study, putting things into ways I can understand and bending over backwards to do so. The care you take with everything you do, the grace in your every move, the fire and passion you put into your dancing, I love all of you.”

Virgil couldn’t believe what he was hearing but his nerves settled when Logan’s soft expression didn't change, didn’t turn to a sneer, he didn’t laugh or mock Virgil. Elated, he leaned forward but paused before he could connect their lips. Logan smiled at the quiet ask for consent and leaned in with him, closing the distance and bringing him into a kiss. His hovering hand settled on Virgil’s cheek as Virgil’s hand came up to cradle the back of Logan’s neck, neither wanting to let go.

When they pulled apart, they were both smiling. Logan pulled the hoodie tighter around his shoulders before standing, offering a hand to Virgil to stand as well. An idea came to him and Virgil put his hand in his pocket, pulling his phone out to play a few ballads. “Dance with me under the stars?”

Logan grinned, sliding his hands to be around Virgil’s neck. “I’d love nothing more.”

So, the two did just that, dancing the hour away under the midnight stars. In the arms of the one they loved, the same person who had been their greatest enemy at the start of the year, neither could ask for a better way to spend their time.

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love fool (F.W)

A/N: my first request!! Anonymous. So for this person I am doing a ravenclaw reader X Fred Weasley. btw strawberry lipstick part 2 is almost done but I was so excited to get a request 

Summery: when the twins ask you to test a love potion for them you reveal a little more than they thought possible.

Warnings: none (I mean unedited can be one)

Word count:1,506

You walked between Fred and George on your way to Herbology, everyone wondered how the shy ravenclaw got along with the two loudest and most popular Gryffondors in Hogwarts. But they made you laugh, they saw a side of you no one else got to, a playful teasing side that they brought out, they had since your first year at Hogwarts.

It also helped you are a bit infatuated with Fred Weasley, something you were sure no one knew about.

You were proven wrong on that, it started off innocent enough. It wasn’t uncommon for the boys to ask for help when it came to their products so when they sought you out you thought nothing of it.

You 're in the Library of course, in comfortable clothes writing down notes as you read the astronomy book. Hair in an ever present no nonsense ponytail, and an oversized sweater slipping off your shoulder. There was hardly anyone in the library; it was set to close within the hour. But you stayed happily working on your assignment for the next week.

Until you hear heavy footsteps and contagious laughter.

“Boys,” you greeted, not even looking up. They shared a glance before moving to either side of you.

“Y/N” George started from your left. “We have a itty bitty favor to ask of you.”

“As you know we were developing a decent love potion for our shop,” Fred put an arm around your shoulder causing you to put the book down as butterflies erupted in your stomach. “And we think we finally got it right. Would you mind helping us test it?”

“What’s in it for me?” you already knew you would agree, they had to work a little bit though.

“Our undivided attention.” they grinned at you. You pretended to think for a moment before sighing and saying yes. The boys cheered before fred threw you over his shoulder running to the gryffindor common room.

George was kind enough to get your things from the library before whispering the password to the fat lady.

Fred placed you down once you entered, you were rather unfazed they liked to pick you up and move you around since they grew over six feet. “You know I can walk stairs on my own Fred.” you huffed.

“But it's more fun my way,” he winked causing you to blush slightly. Thankfully he couldn’t tell in the glow from the fireplace.

“Sure it is,” you rolled your eyes. “I think walking like a normal person is fun, Fred.”

“You would, Y/N.” he threw an arm around you. Neither of you seemed to notice George's brief disappearance. “You seem to like boring things.”

“Is that why I hang out with you?” Fred looked appalled, George chuckled from the stairs. Both of you turned to the younger twin.

“Nice to know you two can get along,” He walked to you with a vile of pink potion in his left hand. “Like I said we haven quite perfected it, Angelina took a drop of the last batch and she still couldn’t tell us apart.”

You offered George a smile knowing he was quite taken with Johnson. “Well then let's see.”

“Alright Y/N, three drops and look this way,” Fred took the bottle from George pulling a dropper out. “Open up.”

“I can take my own potion,” you pouted as Fred rolled his eyes grabbing your chin to face him.

“You are way too stubborn, you know that?” you stuck out your tongue rather childishly, Fred took advantage of that and put one drop on your tongue. “Now open wide.”

Everything felt slightly hazy as you lazily opened your mouth and he put two more drops in. everything Fred filled your senses.

“Freddie?” you smiled at the boy in front of you. He nodded hesitantly. “I love you, did you know that?”

The boy let out airy laugh. “No, I can't say I did Y/N.”

“Don’t laugh at me, I do Freddie.” you leaned into his chest, “i think I’ve always loved you.”

Fred turned to George, “I guess it worked.”

“You want to get the antidote? I’ll wat-”

“No I want to stay with Freddie” you cuddled further into freds chest. George shrugged at Fred as he walked up the stairs to their dorm. “You know Freddie, I'm sure I've always loved you.”

“Really now and why is that?” He relaxed in your grip thinking he may as well enjoy the attention from you.

“I remember the first year I came to Hogwarts, you were telling the other first years you had to battle a dragon to get into the castle, I told you that was ridiculous it was actually the giant squid. I never saw a face light up so fast.” you sighed, taking your hair down, looking up at him, “i decided that day i wanted to see you smile everyday, I think I have seen you smile everyday.”

“Y/N,why haven’t you said anything then?” you saw a bit of confusion in his eyes.

You laughed, “right, Fred Weasley like the boring little Ravenclaw that stuck around. Freddie you need someone exciting and reckless. I need you, I really do. But do you need me?”

You nuzzle your nose into his chest, you felt his arms loosely wrap around you. “I don't think you get to choose what I need, love.”

“I like you calling me love,” in a moment of boldness, no doubt due to the love potion you moved up, lips only centimeters apart.

“I got the antidote,” George interrupted. He looked between you two before muttering, “sorry.” he handed you another potion. “Drink up.”

You did as told. Before your senses seemed to come back. You shot up from Fred’s arms face hot. “I should head back to my common room.”

You didn’t wait for a reply before sprinting out of gryffindor. You were in tears by the time you got to the ravenclaw entrance luckily Cho Chang was outside.

“Y/N, what happened,” the girl guided you to the dorm sitting with you on your bed.

“Those idiotic twins,” you sobbed into her shoulder. “They had me test a product and I said some things I can’t take back.”

“Y/N what kind of product?”

“A love potion,” your voice was small. You saw her face soffen.

“Oh, sweetheart, dont tell me thats how you told fre-”

“It was and now I can never talk to him again.”

You were pretty sure you couldn’t, spending the next week avoiding the twins even moved your usual spot across the library, Cho was wonderful not letting you be alone if you weren’t feeling like it.

It was one night when you were getting out of DA training that you caught Cho looking at Cedric’s photos.

“I want to speak with Harry, i you wai-”

“I can catch up with Luna, tell me everything later.” you waved at her.

you saw the twins asking harry a question as you left. You locked eyes with Fred.

* * *

Fred spent this last week feeling empty, those few moments in his common room replaying in his head. The way your hair messily draped over your shoulders, the red tint of your cheeks, the way you felt in his arms and mostly the shine in your eyes as you spoke to him.

He tried to find you but unlike usual you were always with someone, mostly Cho, he couldn’t get you alone. He even begged Hermionie to help him sneak into the ravenclaw common room with no luck.

He wanted to hold you to tell you he felt the same, to tell you about how George teased him mercilessly about you since third year. He wanted it to be better again maybe even to finally kiss you.

He locked eyes with you as you walked away from Cho chang, this might be his last chance before the winter holidays.

“George, I’ll catch up to you.” Fred didn't wait for an answer as he walked out into the hall to catch you by the hand.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” you locked eyes once more, you galring while he showed hurt.

“Want me to embarrass myself even more, Weasley?” he looked taken aback as you struggled out of his grip. “I said things Fred, things I meant and can never take back.”

“I don’t want you to embarrass yourself or take them back Y/N.” he pulled you into his arms. “You've never been boring to me, I don't want someone wild I want you. I just never thought you would want me.”

“You’re ridiculous how could I not,” you leaned up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, but he was quick moving to cup your cheek pressing his mouth to yours sweetly.

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Weasley, detention!” you groaned hearing the shrill voice of your defence against the dark arts teacher made you jump apart. She dragged Fred away, but it was kind of worth it.

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Want nobody else

Request: Hi can I request a Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor reader where they’re dating in secret & Draco decided to spend the holiday at Hogwarts instead of going back to the manor because he wants to spend more time with the reader but surprise surprise Narcissa decided to drop in to his dorm just to find them cuddling in front of the fireplace or something. She’s scared of course but Narcissa turns out to be very kind & welcoming and the three of them spend the day together and even invited her to come to the Malfoy Manor anytime she’d like Thank you! - @queenofmankind

A/N: I loved this request bc I am a sucker for secret relationships, like that is my shit. I’ll not lie, these last couple of days I have been really doubting my writing ability, but nevertheless, I hope I have done your request justice. It’s really fluffy bc I love fluffy Draco so much omg. Enjoy! (Title is from Liam Payne - Midnight)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (Gryffindor)

Warnings: one swear word

Word count: 2.1k

Being pulled into a supply cupboard was not how you wanted to start your morning, but it happened, nonetheless.

You’re about to start shouting when a familiar voice whispers, “Lumos.”

The tip of his wand starts to glow with a pale light, and you’re greeted to the sight of your boyfriend smiling down at you.

“Draco! You can’t just go about pulling me into supply cupboards.”

“Why not?” He asks, crowding you against the wall. He’s so close to you that his breath fans over your face.

“What if we get caught? What if someone sees us?”

Draco shrugs, leaning in to kiss you but his lips land on your cheek when you move your head at the last minute.

“We both agreed we would keep this a secret. That means you can’t pull me into supply cupboards between classes.”

“I know, but would you believe me if I say I did it because I missed you?”

“I would, but only because I missed you too.” You reply, fisting a hand in the front of his robes to pull him in for a kiss.

He hums into the kiss, pressing you even further into the wall. Your arms wrap around his neck; one hand making its way into his hair, pulling lightly drawing a groan from his mouth. He responds by biting your bottom lip.

“The bell is going ring any minute.” You whisper against his lips.

Draco nods in acknowledgement but kisses you again and continues to do so until the aforementioned bell rings.

You pull away from him with a peck to his lips. You smooth down your robes and hair to make it look as if you haven’t been making out with the Slytherin Prince between classes.

His hand grabs yours as he tugs you in to kiss you again, “I’ve got to go,” You say, pecking his lips one more time, silently loving how he chases your lips for another, “I’ve got Divination and those stairs are killer. I’ll see you later?”

“Definitely. I’ll meet you in the astronomy tower after dinner.”

You blow him a kiss which he catches with a laugh before rushing to Divination. Professor Trelawney had a thing for making latecomers make the first prediction of the lesson.

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The closer it got to the holidays, the slower the school day became. In every lesson, you zoned out, finding it hard to keep your attention on the topic of the class. Instead, daydreaming of a certain blonde-haired Slytherin.

Being in a relationship with Draco was the last thing you expected to happen to you. A member of Gryffindor and raised a muggle, you didn’t think for one moment that Draco would look in your direction.

A friendship blossomed between the two of you after being assigned a paired essay in History of Magic on Gellert Grindelwald’s threat to the International Statute of Secrecy. Draco was apprehensive at first; his walls securely built around him. However, as time went on and progress on the essay was good, those walls steadily came down and he started to have feelings for you. He just didn’t know you felt the same way.

You couldn’t help but feel sad as you finished writing the final sentence of the essay. Your time with Draco was up and things were to return to how they were before.

He didn’t want that; you didn’t want that.

Whilst waiting for the ink to dry, Draco took it upon himself to confess that he didn’t want this to end. His happiest time of the week were the hours he spent with you, but he would understand if you didn’t feel the same way. Draco never got a chance to finish his sentence – you had pulled him in for a clumsy but sweet kiss. It was after you had pulled away that you both agreed to keep the relationship secret for fear of the reaction from his parents and your house.

A ball of paper hitting the back of your head breaks you from your reverie. Turning to see who threw it, you smile as you see Draco staring intensely at his textbook.

Unscrewing the wad of paper you read his recognisable scrawl: ‘What are you thinking about?’

You don’t take the time to think of a reply, simply writing: ‘You, like always.’ It’s worth it when you see the blush on his face as he reads your reply.

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The astronomy tower had always been a favourite of Draco’s. Somewhere he could come, think and not be disturbed. If you ever had trouble finding him through the school, your first port of call would always be the astronomy tower. In the early weeks of your relationship, it became your go-to meet up spot.

Climbing the stairs to the top of the tower was always worth it when you saw him waiting for you; the breath stolen from your lungs when his eyes landed upon you and he smiled.

Tonight was no different; the butterflies in your stomach had turned into a full-blow riot, but you knew they would settle the moment your eyes landed on Draco.

He’s already waiting; leaning against the railing, looking out across the view. The astronomy tower held the perfect vista of Black Lake and the Scottish Highlands behind it. You sometimes questioned how you went to school in such a wonderful place.

Draco turns at the sound of your footsteps, a smile already making its way across his face. He holds a hand out to you and you are quick to fold your hand into his, tangling your fingers together as you do so. He brings your joined hands up to his lips, dropping a small kiss to the back of your hand before letting them fall between the two of you.

“I liked your note, by the way.”

You laugh, “I could tell. That was some blush.”

He grins at you, savouring the sound of your laughter, “I like the fact that you always think of me.”

You hum, “I like it too, but I’m going to have to pay some attention to my work, I think it’s getting jealous.”

Draco pulls you into his side; his arm now wrapping around your shoulder. He presses not one, but two kisses into your hair before saying, “I’m staying at Hogwarts over the holidays.”

“You are?” You ask, your eyes wide, excitement starting to build.

He nods, confirming, “My parents want to go travelling for those two weeks, so I said I’d stay at Hogwarts instead.”

“They didn’t question it?”

“My mother wanted me to go with them, but my father wasn’t bothered. Besides, it means I get to stay here with you which is exactly why I told them no.”

Your body warms with those words, as if they take root in your heart.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“No!” You shout, wincing as you realise just how loud your voice is. Draco has a shit-eating grin across his face. “What I mean to say is, I don’t mind at all. I get to have you all to myself for two weeks.”

“Yes, you do.” Draco murmurs before pulling you in for a kiss; effectively ending all forms of conversation for now.

------

The first week of the holidays, it is decided quickly that you were to stay in Draco’s room since his dorm mates had all gone home for the holiday.

Waking up to Draco is a whole new experience, and you can’t help but love every minute of it. His blonde haired messed up, his voice gravelly with sleep. Your mind flashes to ten, fifteen years from now – hearing that voice whispering sweet nothings to you in the morning.

You shift in his bed, moving the covers from your body when Draco’s arm clamps itself around your waist, pinning you to the bed.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Oh?”

“Nope, you’re staying in bed with me all day.” He says, rolling on top of you, bracing himself with his elbows. He runs his nose along the expanse of your neck before placing light, butterfly kisses across your jaw – teasing you, driving you to the brink of insanity.

Your legs wrap themselves around him, a hand tugging at his t-shirt as he finally presses his lips to yours.

You don’t leave the bed that day.

------

After that morning, Draco has a hard time keeping his hands off you. Pulling you into empty classrooms or rarely visited stacks in the library. You’ve had to apologise to Madame Pince more times that you’d like to admit – but seeing this side of Draco, unafraid of what people think of him, it’s addicting. You’ve cornered him in the Slytherin common room just as much.

-----

The second week of the holiday starts blissfully; you wake wrapped around Draco each morning and you can’t help but want this for the rest of your life. To be able to wake up to him for the rest of your life, you would count it as a life well lived.

Sitting on one of the many couches dotted about the Slytherin common room, you read a muggle book you brought from home. It tells the story of a huntress taken away by a faerie in payment for the death of the faerie’s sentries – the huntress soon starts to fall for her captor, and she promises to break the curse on his land. It keeps you enthralled as Draco reads the muggle classic Frankenstein after you introduced it to him some months ago.

The fire is roaring, Draco’s hand doodles aimless patterns on the top of your thigh from where your legs are thrown across his. You catch his hand every time it travels higher up your thigh; not missing the smirk on his face as you do so.

Neither of you think to look up from your respective books as the door to the common room opens. Neither of you think to look up until a delicate cough breaks your bubble.

“Mother,” Draco greets, standing up from the couch, pulling you up with him. His arm automatically going to your waist, as if it belonged there.

“Draco, who is this?” Narcissa asks, not taking her eyes off you.

Draco’s arm remains tight around your waist, “This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

Her next question is directed at you, “How long have you been seeing my son?”

“Almost six months now.” You answer, keeping your voice steady. This was not how you envisioned finally meeting his parents.

“Do you love him?”

“Yes, I think I do.” You answer honestly. Draco’s hand squeezing your waist tightly.

Narcissa smiles, her eyes now on Draco’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist. She smooths out an invisible crease in her dress before saying, “Then that’s all that matters.”

“You don’t care that I’m a Gryffindor?” You ask, the words flying out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“I care if Draco is happy and by the looks of it, he is. Your house doesn’t matter to me. Now I came here to see my son, and I’ve met his girlfriend as well. I say we take a walk into Hogsmeade and get some lunch – how does that sound?”

“Of course, mother.” Draco states, “I’ll grab our coats.” He kisses your cheek before rushing to his dormitory.

-------

Lunch with Narcissa went brilliantly, if you could say so yourself. She declined Draco’s offer of walking back to Hogwarts with the two of you; deciding to apparate from Hogsmeade instead. She kissed your cheek before she left and extended an invitation to visit Malfoy Manor whenever you wanted – she wanted to get to know the girl who her son had fallen in love with.

Walking back to Hogwarts, yours and Draco’s hands swing between you. If this was bliss, you didn’t want to know anything else. If this was being in love, then you didn’t want to be proved wrong. All you wanted was the boy walking next to you – for the rest of your life, if possible.

“(Y/N)?” Draco asks, coming to a stop in the middle of the path.

You hum, “Yes, Draco?”

“What would you say to us going public? Not hiding anymore?”

You open your mouth to answer, but Draco speaks over you. “I’m tired of having to pretend that I don’t want you, that I don’t love you. Because I do, I love you, a lot. I don’t think we have anything to be afraid of now, my mother knows, and everything will be okay.” He wraps his arms around you, “I don’t want to hide anymore.”

You throw your arms around his neck, tugging him down for a long, unhurried kiss. His hands tighten on you whilst yours find purchase in his hair. It’s a long time before you pull away from the other; completely unaware of how many people have hurried past you.

Your hand strokes his cheek as you whisper, “I love you too. Let’s not hide anymore.”

****

Draco taglist: @cheapglitter 

[thebadgerclan]

Transformation

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader (Marauders Era)

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Remus is suspicious of how much time you’re spending with Sirius...

@once-upon-an-imagine​

(I know I’m tagging someone in this, but I just want to say that I will not be making tag list, sorry!)

A/N: there’s a picture of your animagus form at the end, it’s soooo pretty

Also this got pretty long, but I’m really happy with how it turned out 😊

Sirius set a stack of books on the table before you, a serious expression on his face.  “Alright, here’s everything I could find on Animagi,” he said, sitting down next to you.  “Are you sure about this?”  You nodded.  You’d never been more sure about anything else in your life.  You hated seeing Remus suffer every month and knowing there was nothing you could do.  All you wanted was to be with your man while he transformed, but it was too dangerous.  But when you expressed this to Sirius, he mentioned that he, James, and Peter were Animagi and they went with Remus every full moon to help him.

So that’s exactly what you decided to do, and with Sirius’ help, you knew you’d complete the transformation quicker than they had.  “Positive,” you responded, and Sirius reached into his pocket.  In his hand was a Mandrake leaf, and you took it.  “It has to go in on the full moon,” he explained.  “And you can take it out on the next full.  After that, you have to put it in a vial that ‘receives the pure rays of the moon’.  I’ll explain more when we get closer to those steps.”  “Thank you, Sirius, really.”  “Of course.  Me and James will help you whenever you need it.”

You slipped the small vial containing the leaf in your pocket just as Remus entered the common room.  He sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms, kissing your temple.  “Hey Rem,” you greeted happily, and Remus nuzzled his face into your neck.  “Bad day?”  He shook his head, tightening his arms around you.  “Not really.  Moony’s really agitated, he needs his mate near him.”  You coaxed his face from your neck and kissed him.  “I’m here, Rem.  Right here.”  He hummed contentedly, and you gave Sirius a knowing look, as if to say “This is why I’m doing this.”  But Remus saw that look, and while he tried not to read too much into it, but Moony snarled possessively.

***

Two days later, you were up in your dorm, the Mandrake leaf in hand.  The full moon was shining overhead, and James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius had left for the Shrieking Shack a few hours ago.  You heard Moony howl in the distance, and you placed the leaf in your mouth, pocketing it between your upper teeth and cheek.  Hyper aware of the leaf now that you couldn’t remove it, you laid down and fell into a fitful sleep.  The next morning you went to the hospital wing to see your boyfriend.  He was propped up in his usual bed, eyes closed in slumber.  

You sat next to him, taking his hand, and his eyes fluttered open.  “Hey love,” he said, voice rough.  “Hey.  How was it?”  “Bad, but it’s always bad.  Missed you.  Moony was going a bit mad without you.”   “I’m sorry, baby.  I wish there was something I could do.”  Remus squeezed your hand, bringing it to his lips.  “Having you here is enough.  I love you, Y/N.”  “I love you too, Rem.”

***

He noticed almost immediately: you were quieter since the last full, almost silent.  That and you weren’t eating much, picking at your food and pushing it around the plate.  “Are you feeling alright, darling?” Remus asked one night at dinner.  It was your favorite, and yet, you’d hardly touched it.  “Hm?  Yeah, I’m fine.”  The truth was, you were fearful of talking or eating more than was necessary in case you swallowed the Mandrake leaf or let it fall out.  Sirius smirked, stifling a laugh behind his napkin.  You smiled at him, and Remus furrowed his brow, a feeling of dread filling him.  Something was going on, but he just couldn’t tell what.  But somehow, he knew it involved Sirius.  

***

There was a note on your nightstand the morning after the next full moon along with a small vial.  Y/N, you can take the leaf out of your mouth now and put it in here.  I left it on the top of the astronomy tower last night so it’s been in the moon rays.  Tonight I’ll show you where you can get the dew for the vial.  It has to be from a place where no light or people have been from a  week. After that, you just add one of your hairs and the chrysalis of a Death’s Head Hawkmoth to it and put it in a dark place.  I’ll explain more later.  -Sirius.

Relieved that the month had passed, you peeled the leaf from your mouth and pushed it into the vial.  You locked it in your trunk and got dressed, getting ready to go about your day.  That night, Sirius, as promised, came up to your dorm to show you where you could get the dew.  Remus was well enough this month to leave the hospital wing, and as he was making his way back to the Gryffindor common room, you and Sirius were going to the grounds.

“What are you two up to?” Remus asked, trying to keep the suspicion out of his voice.  “Oh, hi Remus.  Sirius is just helping me with a Care of Magical Creatures assignment.”  “At 9 o’clock at night?”  “Yeah, we figured there'd be less people around.”  Remus bit back a snide remark.  “Alright.  See you tomorrow then.”  “See you, Rem.  I love you!”  You went to him and kissed him, which alleviated a bit of Remus’ anxieties.  “I love you too, Y/N.”

You parted ways, and Sirius led you onto the grounds and into the forest.  “Just around here,” he said, turning left and going down a small hill.  “Okay, it’s down there.”  Sirius pointed to a hole in the ground that you couldn’t see the bottom of.  “It looks deeper than it is, I promise.”  You took a deep breath and nodded, taking out your wand.  You sat on the ground on the edge of the hole.  Without hesitating, you pushed forward, falling three feet before hitting the bottom.  

Lighting your wand, you found a small pool of water, and you pulled the vial with the leaf and a silver teaspoon from your pocket.  You added the dew to the vial before corking it again and climbed from the hole.  Sirius was holding another vial when you emerged, this one containing the Death’s Head Hawkmoth.  You uncorked the vial and let him add it, plucking a hair from your head and adding it as well, corking it again.

“What now?”  “Well, now you put the vial in a dark quiet place and leave it there until the next electrical storm,” Sirius explained as you made your way back to the castle.  “In the meantime, every morning and night, and sunup and sundown, you have to put your wand over your heart and repeat the incantation: ‘Amato Animo Animato Animagus’.  After a while, you’ll feel a second heartbeat when you say it.”  You’d arrived back at the castle and were now at the door to the Gryffindor common room.  Sirius gave the password and entered, you following behind him.

“Know where you’re gonna hide it?”  “I do, actually.”  “Good.”  Remus was slouched in one of the armchairs, completely out of sight but able to hear everything.  “Thank you for everything, Sirius.  I couldn’t do this without you.”  “Of course, Y/N, it’s nothing.  Night.”  “Night, Sirius.”  Remus heard the portrait hole open and close and Sirius ascend the stairs to the dorm, and he felt tears fall from his eyes.  You were cheating on him, cheating on Remus with his best friend.

***

A week passed, each morning and night you repeated the incantation with your wand over your heart.  The double heartbeat was terrifying at first, but you took it in stride.  Then, one day at lunch, the bright, sunny day turned cloudy, and lightning streaked across the sky.  “Y/N,” Sirius gasped, and you stood from the table and bolted from the Hall.  “Care to explain?” Remus asked, but Sirius shook his head.  “It’s not my place to say.”  

You ran as fast as you could to the seventh floor corridor, pacing thrice before the wall.  I need to get to my vial you repeated in your head, and when the door appeared, you threw it open and sealed it shut behind you.  There was a small cabinet on the floor, the rest of the room was a large open grassy space, specifically made for your transformation.  You opened the cabinet, crying out in joy.  The dew, leaf, hear, and moth had turned into a blood red liquid, just as Sirius had said.

Touching the tip of your wand to your chest, you repeated the incantation: “Amato Animo Animato Animagus,” and drank the potion.  You dropped your wand and the vial as you screamed in pain, feeling as if there was a second heart beating in your chest.  Then, the image of a cross fox, its fur a beautiful combination of orange and black, entered your mind, and you couldn’t help but smile.  

You felt yourself shoot downward, your hands and feet changing shape, and your nose elongating.  You opened your eyes, they’d shut from the pain, and you were about a foot from the ground.  There was a mirror directly in front of you, and you saw your form for the first time.  You had done it, you’d finally transformed!  You shouted with glee, which as a fox, sounded like a yipping noise.  Calming yourself, you focused on your human form, and you felt yourself shift back.  

Grabbing your wand from where it rested on the ground, you ran from the room, a massive smile on your face.  Sirius was waiting outside, clearly eager to hear how it had gone.  “I did it!” you exclaimed, and Sirius broke out in a smile.  “Y/N!  That’s amazing!”  He pulled you into a hug, elated for you.  But at that moment, Remus had come up the stairs, his heart plummeting into his stomach.

“Y/N?” he said, sounding simultaneously heartbroken and enraged.  You left Sirius’ embrace, your smile falling when you saw the look on his face.  “Remus, I-”  “What are you doing?  Are you cheating on me with him?”  You couldn’t help but laugh, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.  “No!  Why would you say that?”  “You’ve been sneaking around with him, not telling me what you’re up to, looking at each other like you know something I don’t.

“I heard you the other night.  Sirius asked you if you knew where you were hiding ‘it’.  You said you did.  After the last full, you were going out onto the grounds, and I know it wasn’t for class.  Y/N, if you’re cheating on me, just tell me, don’t lie to me.”  “Remus, baby, no, please.  I’m not cheating on you, I would never cheat on you!”  “Then what the hell have you been doing?!”  He looked at Sirius, but he shook his head.  “Y/N, it’s your decision.”  “Tell me!” Remus shouted, immediately regretting his anger.

“Alright,” you said, stepping forward.  “I’ll show you.”  You paced before the wall three times, the door to the Room of Requirement appearing.  “What are you doing?”  “Trust me, Remus?  Do you still trust me?”  “I do,” he said at once, following you into the room.  Once inside, you closed your eyes, focusing on the image of the cross for, and you felt yourself shift.  Remus gasped, and you opened your eyes, looking up at him.

Remus crouched before you, and you padded over to him, sniffing his hand and crawling into his lap.  He began stroking your soft fur, and you purred.  After a few moments, you crawled out of his lap and shifted back.  Remus was crying, his face in his hands, and you knelt before him.  “I wanted to become an Animagus to help you during the fulls,” you explained, coaxing his face from his hands.  “Sirius had been helping me with the transformation where he could.  Remus, I’m so sorry you thought I was cheating on you, I would never hurt you like that.  I love you, Remus, so much, and I did this for you.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry I ever thought you’d cheat on me.  I love you so much, baby.  I love you, I love you, I love you.  Thank you for doing this, you have no idea how much this means to me, you being there will make the fulls so much easier.  I love you.”  “I love you too, Remus, I love you so much.”  You stayed in his lap for a while, letting Remus hold you, kissing your head.  Sirius had left the room, a smile on his face.  Remus’ heart had gone from nearly shattering to being fuller than it had been in years, now that he knew you could now be with him when he needed you most.

[with-love-anu]

I don’t like you

Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: James and you hate each other and have the biggest prank war

Warnings: Swearing, pranks.

Word Count: 2,718

You let out a groan, squeezing your nose shut at the smell of dung bombs. Coughing, you rushed out of the room and the Slytherin dorms seeing a familiar messy black haired boy run away laughing. Your eyes pricked with tears at the awful smell and your throat felt raw. You saw your friends run out too. Taking in a deep breath, you tried to control yourself. You were done, so freaking done. This was the third time the same week that Potter and the elder Black brother had pranked you all. Except they weren’t funny anymore. That’s what pranks are supposed to be, right? Something you could laugh and enjoy at? You looked at Elodie clenching her eyes shut at the sensation. You had a plan. You knew it was crazy. But when did that ever stop you? You had never talked to James. But it was very much clear that he did not like the Slytherins. Not even a bit.

***

James woke up with a groan, smelling something flowery all around him. He yawed, ignoring the strange smell, getting up. He had transfiguration, charms and astronomy that day. Thankfully nothing with the snakes. He got out of the shower, opening his wardrobe for clothes seeing Sirius groggily go into the bathroom. Remus was asleep, that owl. Always last minute yet, never late. His eyes widened and he blinked. Everything was green? He took out all his clothes haphazardly, panicking on seeing them all dark green with silver accents. A note fell down at his feet and he picked it up with a frown.

“Dearest Marauders,

Take this beautiful gift of green robes from me. I know not all of you deserved this, but then again, didn’t feel like anyone of you should be left behind. I know how much you love us, Slytherins. Why not showcase it?

With love,

(Y/n) (Y/l/n)”

“SIRIUS!!! Remus!!!” he called out.

“What?” snapped Sirius from the washroom and Remus didn’t even move from his bed just letting out a grunt in response.

“Sirius get your ass here! And Remus wake up or I’ll kick you” he said stalking towards the bathroom as Sirius came out with a toothbrush in his hand. James shoved the letter to his face as he started reading aloud, eyes widening with word. Remus got up suddenly looking at his friends with wide eyes, rushing to his own wardrobe groaning on looking at the vivid green colours and the strong stench of flowers. Sirius however, started crackling.

“WHAT?” James bellowed.

“Well, the sarcasm is…” He snorted before he saw James frown. James shook his head as Remus glared at them both.

“This. Has. A. Strong. One. Week. Dye. It wouldn’t remove before the expected time. Why should I suffer for all the things you two do?”

“And I am not suffering?” James quipped back as Remus just shook his head, huffing and went back to his bed. James looked at Sirius who didn’t look worried at all.

“Aren’t you worried?” James asked, as Sirius shrugged.

“I look great in everything.” He said making James want to punch him.

He dressed up quickly, dashing out of the dorm towards the great hall. Ignoring the looks of the students around and the snickers he looked for you amidst the Slytherin table. He stalked towards you as you finally noticed him.

“(Y/n) why the hell did you do this?”

“Now, that’s not a way to talk about the gift I gave you. I worked hard, you know?” you said batting your eyelashes as he scowled at you.

“You. Slytherins. Are. The. Best. Thing. To. Walk. On. This. Planet.” He shouted as his eyes widened. He put his hands over his mouth as people around you looked at him.

“Merlin! You put a speaking charm on me didn’t you?”

“Well, I thought you needed some help with words.”

James growled jumping up and down in annoyance. You tried not to laugh. Really did. But the corners of your mouth turned up anyways. He looked like an idiot. You giggled as he turned towards you. His cheeks reddened.

“I don’t like you.” He said in a squeaky voice.

“I don’t like you.” You retaliated.

He hated himself for thinking that you looked adorable when you laughed. He wanted to beat himself. No. He wouldn’t. He knew what he would do. He would just prank you instead. He gave you a sickening sweet smile in return, walking back to his own table.

***

You rushed out of the bathroom angrily. Your skin was green. Green. Elodie looked at you with wide eyes.

“What happened?” she asked as you huffed.

“I don’t know, okay? I was in the shower and after using soap, my skin turned freaking green!” you hissed as Elodie tried to calm you. You handed her a small paper and she started to read it.

“Dear (Y/n),

A gift from me, to showcase your pride for your house. You could thank me later.

James.

P.S. This gift in no way means I’ve started liking you. I don’t.”

“James. James did this. That bastard!” you said, wanting to scream as Elodie rubbed your back.

“Well, it’s just hands and legs…”

“I’M GONNA GET HIM BACK. JUST WATCH ME.”

You smirked. You knew just what you were gonna do. James started a fight with the wrong person. You didn’t like him. At all.

***

James stalked towards you angrily as you tried to keep a straight face. You knew what was coming. And you couldn’t help but smile.

“Wow. Real mature of you, (Y/n)!” he said in a baby’s voice as you tried not to crackle. He sounded like he was saying everything through his nose.

“Well, one of us had to be, right?”

“Yeah. And giving me the baby voice makes you the adult.”

“I’d think so, yes.” You said brushing his hair. They were surprisingly soft. His eyes narrowed at you.

“I don’t like you.” He said as you raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t like you.” You said laughing.

***

You adjusted your cap as you heard a whistle behind you. You turned to see James. Of course, it was him.

“I like your cap.” He said smirking.

“Geez. Thank you. Just bought it.” You said through gritted teeth.

“I wonder how it would look on me.” He said as your eyes widened.

“Sorry, not gonna let you borrow it.” You hissed and he laughed.

“What if I just…” he said coming closer as you took a step back, glaring at him in warning. Not that he took it. He snatched the cap from your head as the long white hair fell down.

“James. Give it back.” You threatened, as he put it on his head.

“Nope.” He said as he started running away.

“James!” you shouted chasing him.

Students of Hogwarts saw the two of you with wide eyes. A white haired, ghostlike girl chasing after James as he laughed. This had been ongoing for a long time and people wondered who would win. Some said James, since he had been doing it forever, some (Y/n) since she was a Slytherin. Some just shook their head wishing they would just shag already and get this over with. No one however, had the guts to raise their opinions out loud, lest they would get involved in the prank.

***

“James. This doesn’t go in. We have to stir it first.” You said calmly.

“Why don’t you do it then? Miss know it all.” He said as you looked at him fiercely. Slughorn had paired the two of you together for the next project and it couldn’t be more of a disaster.

“Well, I would, if you let me!” you said taking over the pot. James looked at you as you took a few breaths and slowly made the potion, muttering for ingredients from him every now and then. The potion started coming out just as it was supposed to. He stared at you as you hummed and worked slowly and efficiently. You looked cute like that. Bending over your book, murmuring things to yourself and making the potion. A few strands of hair fell out from the bun you’d put up. His face heated up as you caught him watching you. Lucky he could blame it on the heat.

“Could you cut some beetroots for me?” you asked as he nodded, getting to work. You two finished up with the potion fairly quickly after that.

“So, library at 4?” you asked as he nodded and turned to leave. You looked at his retreating figure, thinking, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

And he wasn’t. The more you got to know him, the more you believed in it. You two still constantly teased each other; there was no doubt in that. Even pranked each other ever so often. But they became more and more lighthearted, something you both would crackle over. There was something different about James.

He didn’t look at you with hatred now. Come to think of it, when was it ever ‘hate’? But there was something soft about the way he gazed at you now. Gentle and almost loving? He changed his views on Slytherins, he really did even if it was just a little. It warmed you, when he for once, acknowledged the Slytherin boy to be better at potions than him. It was a start. You had started to notice other things about him too. His goofy nature, his smile which seemed to light up everything around, his eyes that sparkled with mischief. Your heart fluttered when he complimented you. You had long given up trying to beat it down. Nothing worked, ever. Was it really that bad though? Liking James?

***

You were going to the library with a skip in your step. As you turned the corner, you saw James talking to Lily. Way too close to be friends. Something inside you turned and your smile dropped. You had forgotten how he was crazy about the red-head. You stomach twisted up in knots as you saw them both. The feelings you were ignoring for so long crashed on you, drowning you. You turned, walking away.

“Oi (Y/n)!!!” James called out to you as you walked faster not wanting to talk to him. It didn’t work, James ran to catch up with you.

“Where are you going?” he asked reaching up to you.

“I was going to the library, but you seemed to be busy with Evans so I decided not to disturb the two of you.” You huffed, not knowing how to control the anger which was just seemed to burst out.

“Hey! We were just talking for a moment okay? I want us to complete the project first.” He said softly, furrowing his brows. Why were you so angry at him?

You let out a dry laugh.

“Of course you want to finish the project. You want to get away from me as soon as possible, don’t you? Because you don’t like me.” You huffed as James felt his heart fall. He gritted his teeth. Of course you still thought that.

“Yeah. I don’t like you.” He hissed. “So let’s complete the project, shall we? To get rid of each other?”

You looked away. You wanted him to tell you otherwise, you wanted him to reassure you that the two of you were something, anything. Friends, companions, anything but this. But of course he didn’t consider you anything.

“Yeah, sure.”

***

The study session was tense. The two of you never worked quietly. There were always jokes, laughs and talks between the two of you. James had regretted his words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He gulped, seeing your expression fall as you let out a robotic yes. You hadn’t looked at him since. It was killing him. He didn’t know how to break the bubble he had himself created. He hated seeing you closing off to him.

You sighed looking at the last lines you’d written. You looked at the time. It had been two hours.

“I think we should stop. There are just two pages left, we can do them tomorrow and then you’ll be free.” You said packing up your things. James opened and closed his mouth as you picked up your bag.

“(Y/n), listen!” he said as you turned towards him.

“I didn’t mean to-“ James said as you sighed cutting him off.

“James. It’s okay. I-“ you took a deep breath trying not to break. “understand. You don’t like me, I don’t like you. We are stuck together for some time. You don’t have to apologise.”

James sucked in a breath. No.

“But-“

“(Y/n)!!! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.” You turned to see Elodie. You looked at James, whose eyes were pleading you to stop. You couldn’t. You left the library, walking towards your friend. James stood there watching your back. Why did he feel like he was losing everything?

He grudgingly walked back to the common room, your thoughts plaguing him. Someone called for him. He turned to see Lily catch up to him.

“James, I was wondering, maybe we could sneak out for some butterbeers. It’s so cold and snowing too.”

James took a deep breath. He wasn’t in the mood for anything.

“Not today, Lily. I’m tired.”

“Oh. I meant it as a date, you know?” Lily said hopefully as he looked at her. He didn’t he feel the butterflies he used to. He had started getting them for someone else, someone far better. It wasn’t Lily he wanted. It was always an infatuation he felt for her. He wanted (Y/n). He wasn’t so sure about anything else. He shook his head. It was now or never.

“Lily, I’m sorry, I can’t.” he said, rushing towards the dungeons.

Running through the corridors, he saw, it was in fact snowing. He shook his head sprinting forward. He stopped suddenly as someone caught his eye. It was you. You were standing out in the snow, looking at the sky. He moved towards you, your back to him, conjuring a snowball. He threw it at you as your eyes widened in shock and you jumped, turning towards him.

“What now James?” you snapped.

He conjured up yet another ball and threw it at you. Your eyes widened as you glared at him.

“I wanted to say something.” He said as you conjured up a ball and threw at him in response. He hissed at the icy sensation.

“Then say it.”

“I don’t want to get rid of you.” He said throwing a snowball at you as your teeth clattered at the sensation. You threw a snowball in return glaring at him.

“Then stop acting like you do.”

He threw yet another ball at you.

“You make me act like that.” He said as you threw a huge one in response.

“I make you act like an idiot?”

“Yes. You drive me crazy!” he said throwing some snow at you as you grunted.

“Then why don’t you leave me alone?” you huffed as he threw yet another ball at you, making you cough and splutter.

“Because I can’t.”

“Why?” you asked throwing a ball at him.

“Because I can’t leave the best thing that happened to me.” He said as you stopped. You looked at him with wide eyes, stalking towards him. You poked his chest with every word you spoke.

“I’M. THE. BEST. THING. THAT. HAPPENED. TO. YOU??? WHAT. IS. THIS? SOME. KIND. OF. PRANK? YOU. DON’T. LIKE. ME.” You said huffing as he just took your hand away and cupped your cheek with his other one, leaning in and kissing you. It was short. You stared at him as you pulled away.

“I promise those are the truest words I’ve ever said.” He whispered as you looked at him and pulled to kiss him again. He sighed against it, pulling you closer by your waist and you tangled your hands in his locks. He moaned a little feeling your warm mouth against his. As you both pulled back breathless he placed his forehead along yours.

“For the record, I still don’t like you.” He said as you giggled.

“I don’t like you either.” You whispered back smiling.

A/N: This is based on the ship request I did long ago for @im-a-writer-right. Can be found here. 

[ilove-cedricdiggory]

You would be okay (Fallen Pt. 2)

Draco x Reader

Request - Yes? kinda? you guys wanted a part 2!

Summary - You tried the unspeakable and were left with this aftermath. Part one here!

Trigger Warning - Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, cursing, it's kinda lengthy. I hope you enjoy!

All that's left is a last embrace.

All that's left is a whisper to say.

Hearts broken,

tears spilled,

frantic moves,

for all that was left was a final exhale.

You expected white, or maybe black even? But all you saw was the yellow of a light. That's a good sign, right?

Go into the light.

But, the light doesn't come with a tight embrace, does it?

For the last of something shouldn't come with another. A last breath shouldn't be met with another inhale, filling your lungs with a type of pain that wasn't physical. A type of pain that filled your head with the doubt of no other.

You failed.

Failed to die, how can someone be that stupid?

"No." You croaked out, feeling the pressure on your body tighten. "No, I'm not alive. No." You opened your eyes, the unshed tears already in the place of your eyelids.

"Honey, clear the room." The soft, warm voice of the mother you dreamed of filled your ears. "Molly, no." You cried, looking up at her. She held your body tightly, her arms circled around you as she held the life of you, afraid to let go.

The tears fell quickly down your cheeks, sobs falling from your mouth. "Sweet girl, it's okay." She whispered, pressing you closer to her. You're unaware of how you long you sobbed, how long she sat there with you, softly pressing her palm down the smoothness of your hair, but your sobs lulled you back to sleep with the hatred of yourself filling your being once more.

One week

You felt like you were a toddler again, for a pair of eyes was always set on you. They didn't look at you with pity, they didn't look at you with disgust, they didn't look at you with doubtfulness. For they looked at you with a love you didn't even understand. A love that had your heart breaking worse than what Draco could ever cause.

You still weren't sure how you survived, how you possibly could have jumped from the astronomy tower and lived to tell the tale, but none of the Weasley's would tell you.

"It doesn't matter dear." Whispered Molly when you woke up the next morning, full of questions.

"What do you think about these?" Fred and George switched up the topic, showing you a prototype that was supposed to shoot multicolored glitter into the room you tossed it into.

"Sorry, y/n, I'm reading." Hermione excused, sticking her nose further into her book, avoiding your eyes with every cost.

Three Weeks

With each day, you ate more. With each second, you smiled brighter. With each look, you felt safer.

You weren't on watch like you had been, everyone seeing the slow progress you were making. You still had unanswered questions, but they sat at the back of your mind, until a bad day.

A day that had you tumbling down the steep stairs of progress, a day that had you quivering in fear of your own self. A day that started with a specific blonde.

You had assumed he was at the Malfoy Manner, you had assumed he thought you were dead. But, when you opened the door to your apartment, Hermione and Ginny standing beside you, he stood from your couch, eyes set on you.

"You're okay." He whispered, his eyes as broken as yours.

"Shit." Ginny looked at the Slytherin and quickly stepped in front of you. "Why the fuck are you here?" Hermione asked, pulling you back behind her.

"Look, I just - I had to make sure she was okay. I haven't left for weeks, I've slept on the couch to make sure I'd see you when you walked in. I - after I saved you, I saw the Weasleys running to you, I was too afraid they'd kill me themselves, so I ran off." He said, stepping closer to you. "Wait - you're the one who saved her?" Ginny asked, looking at the boy. "I uh, I levitated her - like Dumbledore did to Harry at the quidditch game year three. As soon as the owl flew in with a letter in your handwriting to me, after that fight, I knew what you were doing."

Ginny took one more step towards the boy before hugging him, her arms around his neck. "Thank you."

You and Hermione stood in awe. Ginny Weasley, the Ginny Weasley, was hugging Draco. They had all learned to tolerate the man, especially after the two of you got together, but the only person you ever saw try to hug Draco, was Molly.

"But, how did you know where I was? I wrote that at the end of the letter so I could - well, so I could die." You whispered, moving to sit on the couch

Hermione moved to sir next to you, taking the seat Draco might have taken, placing her hand on yours. "Y/n, we don't have to do this. We just came for some clothes." You shook your head, meeting Draco's red eyes.

"I found the letters, about 4 months ago. I had gone into the owl room to feed her the two days you were gone and I saw it with my name. I pulled it out and read it - I didn't know what to do. We had been doing well, you were happy, we had plans with the Weasley's, which I knew for a fact you wouldn't cancel, I just decided to watch you for the next few weeks, make sure you were okay. I knew that you were depressed a while ago, but we had been working on it.

You had been getting out of bed a bit easier, you were baking and singing, I figured you were okay. I know your depression comes and goes, but you were really doing good, so I didn't bring it up." He sat in your love seat, his head in his hands. "I was such an idiot for not bringing it up, I knew better than that. Even if you were doing good, you still wrote them, which meant you were suicidal before then. I'm just a plain dick for saying what I said to you then too. I - I can't believe that I did, you trusted me with your insecurities, with your darkest thoughts, and I used then to crush you." His voice was soft, tears falling from his eyes.

"Hey, Mione, let's go pack up some stuff for Y/n, I think they should talk."

Two months

You were okay.

It was still hard sometimes, but you were okay. You had moved back in to your home, finding a new routine for you. Someone of the Weasley house always popped in on you once a week and Molly set in a Sunday Dinner policy that you could not miss.

You were okay.

You still had dark thoughts, but who didn't? You still had rough days, but who didn't? The only thing you didn't have, was him.

After the day he told you how he saved you, he left. He excused himself when the girls came back, and he left. You were expecting to see him, to hear from him, but nothing. Now, your heart broke a little bit when you woke up and his side was empty, when you woke up and his coffee cup was gone, when you woke up and his designated seat stayed empty.

But, he wasn't going to kill you again.

You washed dishes, you baked cookies (and owled them to the Weasley's), and you went to work.

You were okay.

The day was long, almost as hard as it used to be, but you could do it. People came and went, your mood stayed stable, and your mind stayed blank from all thoughts that could break you.

You were okay.

Right at clock out, you stepped out of the store and - no one.

You walked down the street and - no one.

You stepped into the bakery the two of you got breakfast from that morning and - oh? maybe? the blonde hair, the same height? Nope, bakers son.

A simple hot chocolate, not wanting to be up for hours more, and you were headed home. The muggle tv was set up, courteously done by Harry and Arthur. The hours passed by, your own platter of cookies gone, but, you ate. Comedy movies watched, an episode of How I Met Your Mother finished, but you were then met with a stupid romance movie.

Your eyes watered as you stood, walking to the fridge to find - no ice cream? Really? You bought 4 pints of it the last time you saw it, it was just so hard to find in stores.

You glanced down at your clothes and shrugged, disapparating into the streets outside of the grocery store before walking in and straight to the frozen section. "Stupid freaking ice cream just had to be ate by me. Why can't they make self filling ice cream? I'd pay any damn price for that." You mumbled, the house shoes dragging along as you walked.

"Where is it?" You asked yourself, glancing in each of the doors before bumping into a cart. "Oh, crap, I'm sorry." You spoke, looking up to meet them.

"Narcissa?" You asked, your eyes furrowing. You glanced into her basket to see nothing but ice cream, the very ice cream you were here for. "Uh, that's a lot of ice cream." You said, biting your lip sadly.

"Draco sent me for them, I don't eat ice cream." She laughed, smiling at the girl. "You okay?" She asked softly, meeting your eyes. You had a problem with Lucius, yes, but Narcissa was so lovely - especially after the war. "I'm okay." You spoke, nodding once.

"You know, I said that a lot too, so I get it." You bit your lip, nodding once. "Oh, well, they don't have what I'm here for, so I'll be going." She nodded, you turning around before hurrying out of the store.

You were okay.

You popped back into your home, taking a deep breath. You sat in the room, shutting off the TV before laying back. An hour later, you were met with the pecking of the door, sighing as you grabbed a few knuts for the owl and walked to the door, swinging it open.

"Draco?" You breathed out, looking at the man. "Owl?" you asked, looking down at the owl in his arms.

"I uh, I figured I'd bring you these." He held up the ice cream pints his mother bought, smiling softly. "I was gonna owl them, but I had to see you, I'm sorry." He spoke, and you stepped aside to let the boy in.

After they were all safely placed in the freezer, he turned to you. "Y/n, I'm so so so sorry. I can't just apologise my way back into your life and I know that, but I'd do anything to see you. I was such an absolute idiot and I will do anything I can do to fix it, fix us." He spoke, his eyes meeting yours.

You nodded softly, taking a deep breath.

You were okay.

You were okay.

You were okay.

You weren't okay.

"I've missed you do much." you cried, flopping onto the couch. "And I hate myself for that because you did this, you did it. But you're the only one I could ever trust to really fix me again. But I can't trust you to not break me again." Your sobs filled the air, Draco rushing to hold you once again.

"I'm so sorry, y/n." he whispered, kissing your head softly.

You stayed in his arms until your sobs lulled to an end, looking up at him. "We have to restart." You whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes. "Not just pick up where we left off, restart." He nodded, his eyes bright with hope.

"Well then, y/n, can I take you out on a ice cream date?" He asked softly, pushing your hair back. "I dunno, I've got all the ice cream I can take, this really great guy bought it for me." You spoke, smiling at him.

"Yeah, but you look like a soft serve kinda girl."

You were going to be okay.

~~~

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[scandinavian-girl]

We Found Love

A/N: this is my first fiction in the Harry Potter universe and for my man Draco, so I hope you all like it!

Plot: Draco and you hate each other but when the Yule Ball is approaching, the world gets turned around for both of you.

Pairing: Draco x Ravenclaw Female!Reader

Word count: 2.9k

If you got told that you would end up with a man that bullied and hated anyone that was better than him, you would laugh. Honestly. Because you always thought that Draco Malfoy was the worst person to ever exist. But when the Yule ball came around at Hogwarts you saw a different side of him.

Even though that you were in Ravenclaw, Draco still asked you to the Yule ball. He wanted to prove to everyone that a pure-blood wizard and a muggle born wizard could function together.

Growing up you had always felt different, but you could not put a finger on it. Until you got the letter on your eleventh birthday. From that day you felt complete. You felt whole and ready to find your true self in the wizarding world.

Anyway, up until the Yule Ball, he bullied you so much, to the point that you did not want to take any classes together with him or wanted to even look at him. He did really hurt your feelings each time he said that you was a mud-blood, because you were raised to be your own and not let anyone tell you what you were, but Draco did make it really hard. All of this made you hang out with Hermione, Luna, and Ginny a lot. More than normal. They always made you feel better about yourself.

“Are you coming to potions class today?” Hermione asked you, as she took a bite of the lunch you four was having.

“I think. I just don’t want to look or be near Draco these days.” You confessed and drank some water to clear your throat. “I know he teases both you and Harry, but I just can stop getting it to my head. It’s so annoying.”

“Shh, Draco is coming.” Ginny warned.

“And he looks miserable.” Luna continued.

You could not help but look up. Luna was right. Draco looked miserable, tired, red eyes and just overall sad. Especially when the tri wizard tournament was going, Harry was a part of it and that Draco loved it, you could see how bad he was. You always had a strong motherly instinct and right now, you just wanted Draco to be fine, but you also knew, if you got up and spoke to him, you would regret it deeply. So, what you did was turning you back to him and continued eating.

Draco sat down at the table behind Luna and ginny. At lunch he would normally just wear the white top with the Slytherin tie and his fancy pants but today he was also wearing a sweater without sleeves. Still looked good you thought to yourself.

“Oh well, let’s get to class.” You said standing up from your seat.

“But there is 15 minutes left until potions starts- “

“I want to go.” You quickly said and began walking down the great hall, towards the doors, not wanting to be that close to Draco whatsoever.

Walking down the corridors you could not help but think, why would he bully you so much? He did it more to you than to Hermione and Harry. Combined.

**

“Turn to page 259.” Snape came walking in and said to the class. This potions class was the first one you had attended in a week. “Well, look... who’s… back.” Snape said and turned to you. “Let’s hope that you can keep up… with the rest… of… the class…”

You did not want to speak up. Mostly because you often said more than enough so you lost a few house points in the last couple of years. But luckily for you, you had been studying while you missed the classes and you had accidentally read a head so you where more than prepared for this class.

“Today’s potions class will include pairing up. I have already made the groups but before we start with the potion, I will explain and demonstrate how… to… do… it.”

When snape started talking, your mind zoned out. You kept thinking of the Yule Ball, Draco that annoyed you so much that you could punch him in the face, just like Hermione did last year. You could not help but notice that Draco where sitting and writing. Odd.

“Let’s get started with this potion.” Snaps announced and sat down on his chair, looking moody like always.

You stood up and walked over to the paper where the pairing stood. “Professor?” you asked.

“Evans, what do you want?”

“Do I have to be with Draco?”

“Yes… you... must…”

You let out a deep sigh and walked over to him, sat down beside him, and looked at him. You opened the book on the potion that you were trying to make. When you just briefly had scanned the ingredient list and the steps on how to do it and wrote it down so you could remember it, because you knew how much Draco just did not want to be in potions class. He hated potions but did his best to get a decent grade, so his father could be proud.

“I wonder what he is writing down on that paper?” you thought to yourself. “Probably nothing serious.”

You stood up, without closing your notebook, to grab the ingredients that where listed for the potions. Meanwhile, Draco could not mind his own business, so he lured in your book. Not to mention that he knew that you should not look or even touch your book, because all your secrets are in there. But Draco was quick to put it back down and look away from you when you got back with the ingredients and the kettle.

“Are you ready to brew this?” you asked politely.

He nodded. A simple little nod.

“Great. Have you read the ingredient list too?”

A nod. Nothing else but a nod.

“Draco, could you please just say something. We need to work together with this potion.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“You could at least say yes or hello.”

“I was going to be polite, but I guess you don’t want that, filthy mud-blood!” he spoke rather loudly so the whole class could hear him. Including Snape.

“Mr. Malfoy… what an absurd language you have today,” you heard Snape approaching you two. “Care to tell me what is going on?”

“Draco, called me a mud-blood, just because I asked if he could say something,” you said looking away from both Draco and Snape.

“She forced me to talk!”

“Enough Mr. Malfoy! Detention to both of you! And not… another… word…” Snape hissed and walked off to help the other students.

**

A week has passed. A week that has been the toughest since the first year at Hogwarts. Started off with a 3-hour detention with Draco, midterms and too many classes to catch up on. The Yule ball was approaching, fast, and you did not have a date yet. You felt unlucky and unfortunate with this, mostly because you knew that some boys did like you.

It was mid herbology class when you saw your owl, Daisy, came flying towards you. It landed beautifully in the window. You then took the letter she had in her beak. “Thank you.” You petted her before she took off again.

You opened the letter and read it.

Meet me in the astronomy tower at 4.

Come alone and do not tell anyone.

You looked up from the letter. More confused than anything else. You folded the letter to a small rectangle and put it in your pocket, so you could continue with herbology.

“Neville?”

“Yes?” he looked at you with pink cheeks. So adorable.

“You know a lot about plants, and I was thinking if you could help me understanding some of them? I am not that great with herbology.”

“Of… of course,” he smiled happily.

**

Later that day, at 4 in the afternoon, you were standing in the astronomy tower, looking out on the beautiful view that the tower came. The wind was cold but the air was quite refreshing because you have been so busy with ignoring Draco, catching up with classes and trying not to think too much about the Yule Ball all while trying to get more sleep.

You hummed the waltz you were going to dance to, really trying to memorize the steps. The hum started your feet and the rest of your body to start waltzing around. It was a wonderful thing. You just wished you had a partner to dance with. Being too caught up with the dancing and humming, you have not heard that a person had walked up there.

It was not until you saw a person standing there, you stopped fully with the dance and the humming. Feeling the embarrassment wash upon you, making your cheeks turn red.

“Draco?” you asked surprising. “Was the letter from you?”

He nodded. “Yes, it was. I wanted to make things up for you. I have had some feeling that…” he paused looking down. “that have been hard to handle” he looked up at you with his icy grey eyes, that you loved so much.

“And I came to the realization that… I, Draco Malfoy, like you… in that way” he confessed without any hesitation in his voice.

You simply just nodded, agreeing with him.

“I like you too. But gosh you can be a douchebag.” You giggled shyly.

He took you smaller hand in his and walked over to the railing, so you could enjoy the view over the lake. Even though that it was a cold winter, cold air and the landscaping was partly covered in white snow, you felt warm and rather comfortable with Draco.

“I want to ask you about something,” he turned to you and held both of your hands between his warm ones. “Want to be my date to the Yule Ball?” a small smile came up with the words.

“Well considering that you bully me so much, calls me filthy mud-blood and yelled at me in potions last week…” you paused and looked up at him with a cute smirk on your face. “I would love to go to the Yule Ball with you.”

Draco’s face lit up like a small child’s face does on Christmas. He then hugged you ever so tightly. Normally Draco was not a hugger, but when you two got to know each other he got all soft around you.

“Wait what about colour coordination?” you asked concerned. “should I wear blue for Ravenclaw? Or should I wear that dark green for Slytherin?” you asked way to exciting.

“I wish I could come into the Ravenclaw common room so I could help you,”

“But I don’t want you to see it before the ball,”

“Fine…” he paused for a few seconds. “Look at me,” he softly grabbed you chin forcing you to look into his icy grey eyes. “I think you should wear whatever looks good on you.” He said with a small, cute smile.

You blushed. Draco being romantic was new to you, but you really liked it.

“Draco?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you waltz?”

He giggled. “I can actually. My mum taught me it as I was growing up. Why?”

“Wondering.” You said while looking down.

**

It was the day of the Yule Ball and you were getting ready in your dormitory with Luna. You were wearing a long flowy, royal blue dress. That dress was giving to you by your godfather Remus Lupin. Your parents were a close friend to him, so they made him part of your family, by making him your godfather.

“It’s such a lovely dress you have there,” Luna smiled at you while she put in her earrings.

“Thank you. I got it from my godfather.” You smiled, twirling around on the spot you were standing. The dress was handmade by witches in Australia and the fabric of the dress was from India. You loved every piece of the dress. It was your dream dress that they had made you.

Luna helped you with your makeup for tonight. Makeup was a skill you never really learned or accomplished. You where naturally very beautiful with darker brows, darker hair and quite even skin with freckles. Normally you had glasses on but due to the Yule Ball you were wearing contacts, which you were happy about.

“I really hope you like this makeup. I’m not the best, but I am better than you.” She giggled. And Luna was right. She was better at makeup than you, and you were grateful that she would do your makeup for tonight.

The makeup Luna did on you was natural. Light layer of foundation, a little bit of mascara, slightly filled in brows and a red lipstick. Something very simple but very elegant for a ball like this.

You did your own hair. You had decided on a low sleek bun with a few strands of hair pulled out and was curled. You also wore a ring that your mother had giving you when you first took off to Hogwarts. Remus had giving you a necklace for your birthday last year and he told you that you should only wear it for special occasions.

**

At the entrance to the great hall, where the ball was held, Draco stood nervously waiting for you to arrive. He was standing with Crabbe and Goyle talking about boy stuff, when suddenly Crabbe saw you come through the archway from the grand staircase.

“Wow…” he managed to say.

“Look, Draco, there she comes.” Goyle puffed to Draco with his elbow, making him look towards the archway.

Your dress hugged every curve on your body, making you even more beautiful than you already were. As you walked down the few stairs to the hall, Draco turned to you leaving him speechless. You looked like a real princess. The kind of princess that deserved everything in the entire world. And Draco was convinced that he could give you everything that you deserve, even more if you asked for it.

When you reached the end of the stairs, Draco came over to you and offered his arm to you and you took it with a smile. As he led you into the great hall, people where looking at you two. The smartest person Ravenclaw have had since Professor Flitwick, and the schools’ main bully from Slytherin, where going to the Yule Ball together.

You did not care. Draco swore that tonight he would prove to you that blood status does not matter if you love each other. Deep down you hoped that he could, but you also knew how much of an impact his father had on him, when it came to blood status, so you doubted that he could do it.

After you got inside and the four participants were doing the welcoming waltz, Draco invited you out on the dance floor. As you danced the waltz you could feel everybody’s eyes on you two. It did not bother you that much, because you knew that they were surprised, shocked and probably also jealous that he had you as a date. And vise versa.

When the last note came through, he pulled you closer to him and he leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss. The butterflies in your stomach was racing around and your heart was pumping so hard that you where convinced that he could feel it.

A few people where whistling at you, and you knew immediately that it was Fred and George. The kiss, however, was something different. You could physically feel all the emotions that Draco had in him. You could feel sadness, happiness, he was proud but self-conscious and he was nervous. The kiss went on a few second too long for your liking. Mostly because that the entire school was watching you two. When you pulled away from the kiss, you felt rather awkward about this situation, not because of the kiss but because that everybody was staring.

When the two of you sat down at a table you gave him a kiss on the cheek, to show that it was okay and that you liked it. His look on his face told everything. Love. Happiness. Courage.

“Draco?”

“Mhm?” he smiled and locked eye contact with you, leaning his head on his hand that were supported by the elbow on the table.

“You really like me, huh?” you smiled and scooted a little closer to him.

“I do. I really do. You don’t understand how much I like you. It’s like when you just found a new song that you absolutely love, and you keep it on repeat because you love it so much. It’s like a drug. A drug and an addiction you won’t ever get rid of” He said without a pause.

“Gosh he was adorable” you thought to yourself.

“And?” you pushed a little, knowing that he had more on his mind.

“And I wanna ask you to be my girlfriend… please?” he gave a soft and nervous smile with a giggle. Draco had never poured his heart out to somebody before, so in this moment he felt so relived that he had told you his feelings.

“Honey, why do you ask something you already know the answer to?”

“Just wanna make sure.”

“But yes, I would love to be your girlfriend.” You smiled.

You leaned in and gave him a kiss of reassurance, to make sure that he knew that you meant everything that you just had said.