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Moonlight Confessions || Ominis Gaunt

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Pairings: Ominis Gaunt x Fem Reader

Summary: At the end of Seventh Year, you decide it's time to finally confess your feelings to Ominis, who had distanced himself from you at the end of Fifth Year.

Word Count: 4247

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Seventh Year at Hogwarts was drawing to a close, and despite only spending three years at the magical school, you found yourself wishing for more time. However, a glimmer of excitement about the future and life after Hogwarts tempered you. Madam Howin had recognized your passion for magical beasts and recommended you for a post-graduation program. You would shadow a Creature Control Officer for a few months, an opportunity that filled you with hope for the future. The prospect of capturing and rehabilitating dangerous beasts seemed like a rewarding career path, and it made saying goodbye to Hogwarts bittersweet.

Since Fifth Year, things had changed. You had settled into the routine of being a regular student, no longer tasked with saving the Wizarding World from evil wizards and goblins. While relaxing, it also felt somewhat dull. Most of your free time was spent with Poppy, your best friend, still defeating poachers and rescuing beasts. Sebastian remained a friend, though not as close as before. After the events that unfolded, Sebastian, Ominis, and you had grown apart, a fact that weighed heavily on your heart as you reminisced about the good times shared among the three of you.

Ominis had become a lone wolf, withdrawing from others and keeping to himself. Despite your attempts to reconnect during Sixth Year, he brushed you off each time, always preoccupied or in a hurry. It pained you, but you understood his feelings. He harbored resentment towards you for siding with Sebastian after he killed his uncle, and learning about your use of unforgivable curses only widened the divide. You never had the chance to fully explain yourself to him.

It was difficult not to speak to him, especially in classes and shared spaces at Hogwarts. Your eyes would often linger on him, and many nights were spent silently crying behind the curtains of your bed. Yet, as time passed, you realized you had to accept the reality of the situation. Despite classmates whispering about him being a Gaunt and untrustworthy, you always defended Ominis, knowing his true character and the kindness within his heart, regardless of his past.

As the final days at Hogwarts approached, the uncertainty of whether you would ever see Ominis again weighed heavily on your mind.

All Seventh Year students had completed their NEWTs yesterday, and tonight marked the Year End Celebration, a special event exclusively for the graduating class. It was a final celebration before departing from Hogwarts and venturing into the world as graduates. As you woke up in the morning, you stretched beneath your sheets, taking in a deep breath followed by a yawn.

"Good morning, Y/N," Natty greeted from the next bed over. "I was worried you'd never wake up."

You glanced at your friend with one eye, the other still pressed against your pillow. Chuckling softly, you rolled over. The morning sun streamed through the windows of your shared dorm room, casting a warm glow against the red and gold decor. Natty was already dressed in her Gryffindor robes, her legs dangling off the side of her bed as she giggled at you.

Today, you were headed to Gladrags to pick up your dress for tonight's celebration. Graduating from Hogwarts was a momentous occasion, and you wanted to be sure you looked your best. Throwing off your bed quilt, you climbed out of bed and swiftly changed into a grey skirt and white blouse. Robes felt unnecessary now that exams were over, and classes had ended. All that remained was to await your NEWT results and enjoy the festivities.

With a quick goodbye, you apparated from your dorm room to the center of Hogsmeade. Floo Flames seemed pointless now that you had mastered apparition. It was surprising that they waited until Seventh Year to teach this charm; its convenience would have been valuable in the past. Despite its risks, the benefits outweighed them.

Entering Gladrags, the bell on the door chimed, announcing your arrival. Augustus Hill greeted you with a wide smile, his hands clapping together with excitement as you smiled back at him.

"Ahh, Y/N!" he exclaimed, as if he had been eagerly awaiting your arrival all day. "I'm so pleased to see you. Come, come," he motioned with his hand for you to join him behind the counter. You nearly skipped over, the anticipation of seeing your dress making your heart beat a little faster. The two of you made your way into the back room, which was filled with rolls of fabrics, enchanted sewing machines, and nearly anything else you could wish for to create any type of garment.

Augustus retrieved a hanger from a rack in the far end of the room, the dress hidden under a protective paper barrier. He returned to you, carefully beginning to remove the covering.

"Prepare to be amazed," he said with a smile. With one swift movement, the paper was pulled away from the hanger, and you gasped softly as you laid your eyes on your dress for the first time.

The dress was a floor-length gown, flowing and elegant. Made of deep red silk, it was adorned with intricate patterns and details, intercepted with hints of shimmering gold, adding a touch of luxury. The silhouette was graceful and flowing, cascading down into gentle folds. The neckline was modest yet elegant, catching the light and shimmering subtly as the sun poured in through the shuttered windows. It was mesmerizing, more beautiful than you had imagined.

"Merlin," you whispered, approaching it slowly, your fingers tracing along the luxurious material. "This is incredible."

"I know!" Augustus exclaimed. With a flick of his wand, a brown box floated out from one of the shelves and rested on a nearby table. The dress folded neatly into its package, which was then sealed up with a ribbon. "Ta-da," he spoke with a laugh.

"Thank you so much, Augustus. I can't thank you enough," you said, gently lifting the box from the table and clutching it to your chest.

"It was a pleasure, Y/N. That boy is sure to turn his head when he sees you tonight," Augustus said, winking at you.

"What boy?" you responded with a chuckle, warmth spreading through your cheeks, turning them a shade of pink. Augustus crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"You know what boy," he replied, his eyes rolling as he laughed softly. "Take care, my dear."

If only he knew that boy would never see this dress.

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With Poppy's assistance, you slipped into your gown. She used her wand to cinch up the back, causing you to feel a momentary tightness around your chest. She giggled softly and adjusted the ties, giving you some much-needed breathing room. Standing before the mirror, your hair elegantly braided, wisps framing your face, you couldn't help but smile at your reflection. You looked stunning.

Once both of you were ready, you made your way to the Great Hall. Other Seventh Years, accompanied by their friends, were also heading there, all dressed in their finest attire. As you approached the doors, the sounds of excitement from within grew louder.

Upon entering the Great Hall, you were greeted by a magical transformation. Enchanted decorations, ice sculptures, and elegant decor adorned the room, creating a magical atmosphere. The floating candles cast a warm glow, illuminating the festivities below. Students were already dancing to the music of enchanted instruments that played on their own. You exchanged a smile with Poppy before turning your attention back to the celebration.

Your eyes scanned the room, reminiscing about Augustus's earlier mention of "that boy." You kept an eye out for a familiar blonde head and hazy blue eyes. There were only so many opportunities to speak with Ominis, even if it was just to say goodbye or wish him luck. This time, you were determined not to let him slip away.

Sebastian stood proudly with the Slytherin Quidditch Team, his boisterous demeanor as familiar as ever. Having been a Chaser for the past two years, he now held the position of team captain. Despite not being a Slytherin yourself, you faithfully attended every game to cheer him on. Sebastian had dreams of becoming a professional Quidditch player, his talent evident with every match. As he told his friends exaggerated tales, his gaze found yours, and he called you over with an enthusiastic wave.

Poppy had already left your side, whisked away by a Ravenclaw companion she had grown close to. Making your way to Sebastian, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over you. You had never presented yourself like this in front of your friends, particularly not Sebastian. Your usual encounters with him involved being covered in dirt and blood, clothes torn and tattered from your escapades.

"Y/N!" Sebastian exclaimed, enveloping you in a tight hug as you reciprocated, offering a gentle pat on his back. The scent of liquor lingered on his breath, a clear sign that he had already indulged in the evening's festivities. Chuckling, you pulled away, noticing the short glass in his hand filled with a brown liquid.

"You're really letting loose, huh?" you teased, a playful smile gracing your lips. Sebastian rolled his eyes, his smile unwavering as he swirled the drink in his hand.

"Got to make it a night to remember," he replied, taking a quick sip. His gaze drifted over you, a subtle widening of his eyes betraying his surprise. "Merlin, Y/N... you look... different."

"That's very charming of you, Sallow," you responded, your eyebrows furrowing slightly but still maintaining a smile. "I'm sure you'll make some lucky witch very happy one day."

Sebastian's eyes widened, color draining from his face as he held his hands out defensively. "No, no, no. That's not what I meant. You look... beautiful."

"Only teasing," you reassured, lightly hitting his arm. The color returned to his cheeks as he placed a hand over his heart with relief.

"You... that's evil, Y/N," he joked, laughter filling the air as you glanced around the room once more.

Across the room, leaning against the wall, was Ominis. One foot propped against the wall, arms crossed, his demeanor soft as he gazed around the room. You found yourself staring at him, lost in thought until Sebastian's whisper snapped you out of your gaze.

"Go," he urged, his head near your shoulder as he nodded towards Ominis. "And Y/N... tell him I wish him the best. And that I miss him dearly."

You nodded softly, offering Sebastian a farewell kiss on the cheek. His words resonated deeply; Sebastian had truly missed Ominis. They had been each other's rock, experiencing so much together over the years. Sebastian's devastation at the loss of their friendship, along with Anne's departure, had led to a period of spiraling. Thankfully, you had been there to help pick up the pieces and support him until Quidditch consumed his life in Sixth Year.

Swiftly, you crossed the room, making your way to Ominis. Stopping a few steps away from him, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

Ominis had undergone changes over the years. Older and taller, he retained his slender frame. His blonde hair remained unchanged, but his face had matured, his features becoming more defined. His jawline was strong, his cheeks angular, and his eyebrows sharply arched. His skin seemed like marble, chiseled to perfection by the Gods, and his milky blue eyes appeared even more mesmerizing. Despite his blindness, there was an intensity to his gaze that seemed to see beyond mere sight, delving into the depths of perception. He remained mysterious to those who didn't know him well.

Grateful that he couldn't see you admiring him, you mustered the courage to approach him. His head turned slowly in your direction as the sound of your heels echoed against the floor. Though his arms remained crossed over his chest, his foot gently dropped to the floor.

"Hello?" he asked quietly, awaiting a response.

"Hi, Ominis," you replied, now only a foot away from him. His eyebrows raised slowly, blinking in response as his arms dropped to his sides, his expression unchanged.

"Oh. Hello, Y/N," he responded, turning his head back towards the music.

"Are you... enjoying yourself?" you asked tentatively, unsure how to break the ice. You internally kicked yourself for attempting small talk, knowing Ominis hated it.

"Is that why you came over here? To see if I was enjoying myself?" he asked, still facing the music. Embarrassment washed over you. This wasn't going as smoothly as you had hoped. But at least he wasn't trying to escape.

"No," you responded quietly.

"Well then, what is it?" he asked softly.

"Would you..." you began, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "...dance with me?"

Ominis turned his head to face you, his eyes widening ever so slightly. Taking a small step closer, you gently placed your hand in his, bracing for his reaction. To your surprise, he gently gripped your hand in return. Relief flooded over you at the gesture. Without a word, you slowly led Ominis onto the dance floor, feeling his thumb caress your skin as you moved together.

As the slow, melodic notes filled the air, you and Ominis began to sway together on the dance floor. His hand rested gently on your waist, while your other hand was clasped in his. With each gentle movement, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, as if all the worries of the world had faded away. Lost in the moment, you moved in perfect harmony, savoring the closeness between you. The world around you seemed to disappear as you danced without speaking. As the song came to an end, you both slowed your movements, lingering in each other's embrace, cherishing the intimacy of the dance.

"I've missed you," you said softly, your gaze lingering on his features, each one familiar and dear to you. His smile, as warm as ever, mirrored your sentiment, softening his expression in a way that felt like coming home.

"I've missed you too," he replied, his voice carrying a weight of longing that matched yours. The shared moment between you felt timeless, and for a fleeting instant, you wished you could freeze time and remain in this embrace forever, his hands on you, his smile a beacon of comfort.

But as if on cue, the warmth of the moment began to fade, slipping away like sand through your fingers. His smile vanished, and he withdrew his hand from your waist, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I... I have to go."

With a suddenness that left you reeling, Ominis hurried past you, his wand casting a red glow to guide his way. You watched him disappear through the Great Hall doors, a sense of urgency propelling him forward, leaving you standing there, suspended in the wake of his departure.

Sebastian's eyes met yours, his silent gesture urging you to follow. With a determined nod, you maneuvered through the crowd, pushing past students until you burst through the doors into the Viaduct Courtyard. The red light of Ominis's wand beckoned from across the bridge, seemingly motionless.

Heart pounding, you raced across the bridge, the echo of your footsteps filling the air. The cool summer breeze brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as you closed the distance between you and Ominis.

As you reached him, he sat on a bench, his head bowed, hands cradling his face. Breathless, you came to a halt before him, determination coursing through you.

"No," you spoke firmly, your voice cutting through the silence. "You are not running away. Not this time."

Ominis lifted his head, tears staining his cheeks, his eyes red and swollen. Confusion flickered across your features as you met his gaze.

"You're crying?" you asked softly, a mixture of concern and frustration coloring your tone. How could he cry now, when you had shed tears over him for years?

He stood, wiping his eyes roughly. "Yes, Y/N. I am. Now, leave me alone," he demanded.

"No!" you exclaimed, your frustration boiling over. "I'm not leaving you alone. I've spent two years doing that, Ominis. I'm not going anywhere." Stepping closer, you grasped his hands in yours, refusing to let him push you away.

"Y/N," he began, but you cut him off, the floodgates of emotion breaking open.

"Two years, Ominis. Two years of wishing I could share my days with you, of longing for your presence, of needing you by my side," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you poured out your heart.

"I needed you, Ominis. And I think you needed me too," you said, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air between you. Ominis raised his head, his breath brushing against your face. His breathing was shaky, fingers trembling. "At least let me say goodbye," you whispered.

Ominis swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he blinked slowly. "Y/N," he started, his eyes flickering down before returning to your direction, "After everything that happened at the end of Fifth Year... I was horrified. It all began when Sebastian cast Crucio on you. I couldn't bear hearing you in so much pain." He squeezed your hands a little too tightly.

"But that was my choice," you responded quietly.

"That's not the point. When Sebastian... killed Soloman, I realized the path he had taken. And knowing you were by his side changed things," Ominis said, pain evident in his voice. "As long as you were with Sebastian, you weren't safe. I couldn't stand by and watch you become like him."

"You don't understand, Ominis. After that, things did change. Not the way you might think. Sebastian fell apart without you, without Anne. I was the only person he had left, and I helped put him back together. There's no more dark magic, no more curses, no more dangerous escapades in the middle of the night," you told him, squeezing his hands tightly. His expression softened, and you noticed him biting the inside of his lip. "At the beginning of Sixth Year, Sebastian and I... drifted apart. Just as you and I had. I tried to tell you so many times... but you kept running, refusing to speak to me. I had to give up, give you what you wanted."

"And what is it that you think I wanted?" Ominis asked quietly, his voice firm and unwavering.

You looked into his eyes, searching his face for a hint of emotion. He was hard to read at times, and you began to feel hopeless. You gave your head the smallest shake, slowly releasing his hands from your grasp.

"To be alone," you responded, biting the inside of your cheek, tears welling in your eyes.

"No, Y/N," he responded, shaking his head, a strand of hair falling from his head and draping in front of his eyes. "No one wants to be alone. However, it is best for me. I'm a Gaunt. It's not realistic for me to care so deeply for another. I had to distance myself."

Your heart fluttered softly at his words, a glimmer of hope emerging within you. Maybe there was a chance to turn things around, or so you hoped. "Why?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"I know my duty to my family, to our bloodline," he explained, his voice still quiet. "I was never supposed to find love, to care so deeply for another being. I'm to be married after we leave Hogwarts." He scratched at the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. His confession left you feeling sick to your stomach, regret gnawing at you for not speaking up sooner, though you wondered if it would have made any difference given the circumstances. "Y/N, my love for you ran deep. I was terrified. I couldn't allow myself to be in that position. I knew nothing could ever come of it. And I was aware of how strongly you cared for Sebastian."

You ran your hands over your face, stepping back from him as you struggled to process his words. Silent tears streaked down your cheeks, a mixture of sorrow and frustration consuming you. A part of you wanted to kiss him, while another part wanted to lash out. "What do you mean I cared so strongly for Sebastian?" you asked, your voice rising, the echo of your heels against the stone floor punctuating your words. Halting your movements, you returned to him, gripping the sides of his biceps. "It was never Sebastian. It was always you. Do you know how devastated I was when you pushed me away? How many nights I spent crying myself to sleep?"

Ominis remained silent, appearing uncomfortable and taken aback by your outburst. You scoffed softly, releasing your hold on him once again. "I'm sorry," he finally murmured, his voice barely audible. You placed your hands on your hips, turning away from him.

 "I'm sorry," Ominis repeated, his voice carrying a weight of regret. "I didn't realize... I didn't understand the depth of your feelings."

You shook your head, wiping away tears with the back of your hand. "It doesn't matter now," you said, your voice choked with emotion.

"But it does matter," Ominis responded firmly, stepping forward and gently grasping your arm, turning you around to face him.

"No, it doesn't. You're to be married, Ominis. There's nothing more I can say," you replied, attempting to pull your arm from his grip. He held on tighter, refusing to let go, his expression softening as he searched your eyes.

"Tell me that you love me," he said strongly, pulling you closer until you were mere inches apart. "Tell me that you want me. Tell me to run away with you, that you're willing to sacrifice everything for me. Tell me that regardless of everything that has happened, you long for me." His breath brushed against your face, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of unexpected emotion at his words. They were earnest, serious, and it caught you off guard. With a small whimper, you spoke.

"I love you, Ominis," you admitted, reaching up to run your hand through his blonde strands, causing him to shiver at the unexpected touch. "I have always loved you."

Ominis moved swiftly, his hand finding the back of your neck as he pulled you into a longing kiss. A soft moan escaped your lips at the sensation, his hunger and passion evident as he drew you closer to him. His other arm wrapped around you, holding you tightly as your lips met in a fervent dance. Lost in the moment, you tangled your fingers in the hair at the back of his head, feeling butterflies fluttering in your stomach as warmth enveloped you. It felt like the world was spinning, the taste of mint and desire on his lips overwhelming your senses. He smelled of clean linen and old book pages, a comforting scent that made you feel safe in his embrace as your other hand traveled up his side.

As Ominis pulled back, the two of you quietly gasped for breath, foreheads pressed together. "Continue," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You released his hair, running your hand along the side of his head until it rested on his cheek. "I want you. I want to be with you," you confessed, pressing your forehead against his a little more. "I don't want to say goodbye, Ominis. I'd run away with you, sacrifice everything, if that's what it takes."

Ominis moved his hand from the back of your neck, gently tracing his fingers along your jawline before cupping your chin between his fingers. Leaning in, he placed a tender kiss on your lips, and you found yourself leaning further into him, relishing every sensation.

As he pulled back, the space between you small enough for whispered words, he spoke softly, his gaze intense. "I love you, Y/N. More than anything. More than what my family expects of me. More than what is considered safe or practical."

You felt your heart swell at his confession, the weight of his words washing over you like a warm embrace. It was a moment you had longed for, a moment of vulnerability and honesty that deepened the connection between you. "If you're serious, Y/N, I will leave with you. I'd follow you to the ends of the earth if you truly love me."

Your eyes shimmered with emotion as you gazed at him, wondering if he meant every word, afraid that this opportunity might slip away. "I mean it. I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again. I don't want to be without you, especially now."

Ominis smiled, his expression tender as he nodded in understanding. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, trailing soft kisses down your temple and cheek before capturing your lips in a long, tender kiss. "Then you won't," he murmured against your lips, sealing the promise with his embrace.

And in that moment, as you stood entwined in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything. With renewed hope and boundless love, you were ready to embark on this journey together, hand in hand, into the unknown.

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Charms of Fate: Chapter 1

Paring: Remus Lupin x Fem!Professor!Reader

Series Masterlist

Plot: Amidst the echoes of a bygone era, you return to Hogwarts years after parting ways with Hogwarts. What begins as a journey fueled by nostalgia transforms into an unexpected reunion with Remus Lupin, now a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. As the past intertwines with the present, the two former classmates navigate the complexities of grief, the resurgence of friendship, and the unwritten chapters of their shared history in this tale of rediscovery and the magic that binds them together.

Warnings: mention of character death

A/N: Hello! Welcome to the first chapter of Charms of Fate! This is the first fanfiction I have written in a bajillion years. So here is my current obsession--Remus Lupin.

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You stepped onto the train, finding an empty cabin before placing your bags in the compartment above the seats. Huffing, you sat down, pulling out the wrinkled letter you had received only a short month ago. Dumbledore's neat cursive stared back at you in green ink and you fondly remember your first letter from Hogwarts. You smiled sadly as your mind began to drift to the days of your youth.

It was the spring of 1978, and the air at Hogwarts was tinged with the scent of blooming flowers and the bittersweet realization that it was the last day you would walk these halls clad in your Gryffindor robes. You and Lily Evans, the uncommonly kind girl you grew close with over the years, joined her boyfriend James, and his friends Sirius, Peter, and Remus in celebrating the end of your magical journey.

The Great Hall was adorned with festive decorations as laughter and joy echoed through its grandeur. Remus Lupin, the quiet and thoughtful member of the Marauders, caught your eye more often than not. Throughout the last year, you and Remus had gravitated towards each other, drawn together by shared interests and a subtle understanding that words couldn't quite capture.

As the day unfolded, you and Remus found yourselves in moments of quiet conversation, away from the boisterous pranks and laughter of the others. His brown eyes held a warmth that mirrored the budding spring outside, and his words carried a depth that resonated with you on a profound level.

When the time came to say your goodbyes, you exchanged promises to keep in touch. But, as life often does, it threw you and Remus onto different paths. Owl-post became infrequent, and the ties that once bound you to the magical camaraderie of Hogwarts began to loosen.

Years passed, and the connection with Remus faded into the echoes of memories. Life unfolded with its trials and tribulations, and the once-prominent figure of Remus Lupin became a distant echo from the past.

As you reflect on that last day at Hogwarts, you wonder where life took Remus and if the paths that once intersected would ever cross again. The nostalgia of youthful friendships mingles with the ache of time's passage, leaving you with a lingering sense of loss and a yearning for the connection that slipped through your fingers after that bittersweet graduation day.

The vibrant memories of Lily and James' wedding lingered in your mind—the joyous celebration, the laughter, and the shared happiness as you stood by your best friend on her special day. The joy only multiplied when Lily announced her pregnancy, and you were there, witnessing the excitement in their eyes as they shared the news.

The day Harry was born brought tears of happiness to your eyes as you cradled the small bundle of joy. Little did you know that those precious moments would soon be overshadowed by the darkness that would shroud the wizarding world.

Halloween 1981, the news of Lily and James Potter's tragic demise, and Sirius Black's descent into Azkaban sent shockwaves through your body. Your dearest friends, gone. The memories of joy turned into haunting echoes of grief, leaving you lost and depressed.

Desperate for a connection, you tried to reach out to Remus, penning letters that poured out your heartache and longing for solace. Yet, as time passed, and the owls returned without a reply, you gave up hope, feeling the weight of isolation settle over you like a heavy cloak.

In an attempt to escape the suffocating darkness, you found employment in the Ministry of Magic. Modifying memories and undoing magical damage became a temporary refuge, a way to numb the pain that seemed insurmountable.

Life took an unexpected turn when an owl arrived with a letter from Dumbledore, offering you the position of Charms professor at Hogwarts. The prospect of returning to the place where memories were both joyful and painful filled you with mixed emotions. Hesitantly, you accepted the position, leaving behind your job at the Ministry of Magic for a chance to share your knowledge with a new generation.

As the train began to move, you were glad for some solitude in your cab, relieved you didn't have to make small talk. The Hogwarts Express rumbled along the tracks, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels providing a comforting backdrop as you read Dumbledore's letter for the umpteenth time:

"Dearest (Y/N),

I trust this owl finds you well. It is with great pleasure and anticipation that I extend an invitation for you to join the esteemed faculty at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Professor Flitwick, our longtime Charms instructor, has chosen to retire early, and your name emerged as a fitting successor.

Your expertise and dedication to the magical arts have not gone unnoticed. I believe your return to Hogwarts will enrich the academic environment and inspire the next generation of witches and wizards. The position is yours should you choose to accept, and I look forward to welcoming you back to the castle.

Yours sincerely, Albus Dumbledore Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"

You sighed, folding the letter before shoving it into your coat pocket. You leaned your head against the window, watching the scenery go by. As the train journey unfolded, the nostalgic reverie was interrupted. Abruptly, the train jolted to a stop, jarring you from your reverie. You furrowed your brow in confusion, wondering what could have caused the sudden halt. Peering out of the compartment window, you noticed the somber atmosphere that had settled over the train.

A hushed murmur passed through the train, and a shiver ran down your spine as an eerie chill filled the air. The familiar warmth of the Hogwarts Express seemed to dissipate, replaced by an unsettling stillness.

In the corridor, shadows flickered ominously, and the ambient hum of conversation turned into uneasy whispers. Your confusion deepened, a sense of foreboding settling over her. Unaware of the impending encounter with Dementors, you exchanged puzzled glances with fellow passengers.

The compartment door slid open, revealing a group of hooded figures moving purposefully down the corridor. The air grew heavy with despair, and you felt an unexplainable weight on your chest. The dim light in the compartment seemed to dim further, casting an eerie pallor over everything.

A fleeting thought crossed your mind, wondering if this was some elaborate prank. However, you remember what you saw in the weekly newspaper, and you feel your stomach churn. The Ministry was looking for Sirius Black.

The chilling presence of Dementors filled the cabin, and your confusion gave way to a subtle dread. Your breath caught in your throat as the hooded figures glided past the compartment before leaving altogether. The inexplicable feeling of despair hung in the air, and you found yourself grappling with an emotion you couldn't put your finger on.

Peering through the compartment window, you caught sight of a man walking to the front of the train, obscured by shadows. A familiar chill ran down your spine, but you couldn't quite discern his identity.

As the train resumed its journey, the weight lifted, but the encounter lingered in your mind. The transient confusion had given way to a deeper awareness that the journey back to Hogwarts held more mysteries than you had initially anticipated.

The remainder of the journey was thankfully uneventful, and exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster led you to drift into a restless sleep. Just before fully surrendering to dreams, you heard the door to your compartment creak open slightly, a subtle intrusion that left you with a sense of curiosity.

You felt the train gradually slow down, pulling you from your slumber as it came to a halt. With a weary sigh, you gathered your belongings, the excitement of returning to Hogwarts now tinged with a layer of apprehension. As you stepped off the train, the castle loomed in the distance, its silhouette etched against the dark sky, and you couldn't shake the feeling that this return held more than just the promise of new beginnings.

Before you knew it, you were standing outside of the castle where you spent many of your adolescent years. Dumbledore welcomed you warmly, his blue eyes twinkling behind half-moon spectacles. "Ah, (Y/N), my dear. It warms my heart to see you return to Hogwarts. Your presence is a boon to our magical community."

"It's good to be back headmaster," you replied, a genuine, but tired smile on your face.

Dumbledore gestured towards the castle. "Before we delve into matters, let me help you find your living quarters. It has been some time since your last stay, and the castle may seem like a labyrinth."

Grateful for the guidance, you followed Dumbledore through the bustling platform and into the castle. The familiarity of the stone walls and the shifting staircases stirred a cascade of memories.

Dumbledore led you through winding corridors and staircases until you arrived at a charming wooden door. "Here we are, (Y/N)," he announced. "Your living quarters for the foreseeable future. I trust you'll find them quite comfortable."

As you stepped inside, the room revealed itself to be a cozy haven, adorned with warm colors and inviting furniture. It felt like a sanctuary within the castle's magical embrace.

"Take your time settling in, (Y/N)," Dumbledore advised. "Once you're ready, please join me in my office. There are matters we must discuss."

With a nod of gratitude, you watched as Dumbledore left, the door closing gently behind him. Alone in the room, you took a moment to absorb the atmosphere. Hogwarts felt both familiar and different, as if the castle itself held the secrets of a thousand stories.

After gathering your thoughts and putting your things away with the flick of your wand, you made your way to Dumbledore's office, guided by the familiar twists and turns.

As you entered Dumbledore's office, your eyes were drawn to the man already seated in one of the chairs facing the headmaster's desk. Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling, acknowledged your presence.

"Ah, (Y/N), right on time. Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing to the remaining chair across from the mysterious man.

As you approached, the man's head turned in your direction, and your breath caught as you met his gaze. It was Remus Lupin, his warm eyes holding a mixture of surprise and recognition.

"(Y/N)," Remus uttered, his voice a quiet revelation that resonated in the room.

"Remus," you replied, a mixture of astonishment and joy coloring your tone. The room seemed to hum with unspoken emotions as Dumbledore observed the reunion.

"I believe introductions are in order," Dumbledore began, his eyes twinkling knowingly. "Remus Lupin, allow me to introduce (Y/N) (L/N), our new Charms professor. And (Y/N), this is Remus Lupin, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Your eyes locked, and a wave of nostalgia washed over you. It felt as though the years melted away, leaving only the echoes of your shared history.

"Quite the unexpected reunion, wouldn't you say?" Dumbledore remarked with a knowing smile, his gaze shifting between you and Remus.

Dumbledore leaned back in his high-backed chair, his fingers steepled beneath his bearded chin. The soft glow of the room's ambient light seemed to dance in his half-moon spectacles as he addressed the formalities.

"(Y/N), Remus, I trust that you both find your roles at Hogwarts both gratifying and challenging. The responsibilities that come with being educators are vast, but the rewards are immeasurable," Dumbledore began, his tone measured and grandfatherly.

"As our new Charms professor, (Y/N), I have every confidence that you will impart your extensive knowledge and passion for magic to our students. Your return is a welcomed addition to our academic family."

Turning his gaze to Remus, Dumbledore continued, "And Remus, my dear friend, I cannot express how pleased I am to have you back within these hallowed halls. Your dedication to the Defense Against the Dark Arts position is both admirable and much needed in these uncertain times."

You nodded appreciatively, the gravity of your role sinking in. Remus, too, inclined his head in acknowledgment of the responsibility entrusted to him.

"Now, as we embark on a new school year, I must emphasize the importance of unity among the staff. The challenges ahead will undoubtedly require cooperation and understanding. I trust that both of you will uphold the values that Hogwarts holds dear," Dumbledore concluded, his gaze shifting between you and Remus.

Dumbledore's gaze, though kind, became somber as he broached another topic. "There is one more matter we must discuss, one that may cast a shadow over the upcoming term. Sirius Black, a name that resonates through our world with both tragedy and mystery."

He paused, allowing the weight of the name to settle in the room. "(Y/N), Remus, though I am sure you have already heard, I must inform you that Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban. The circumstances surrounding his imprisonment are murky, and the Ministry is fervently searching for him."

A heavy silence hung in the room, the mention of Sirius Black injecting an undercurrent of tension. "(Y/N), as a member of the Hogwarts staff, and Remus, given your history with him, I must ask you to exercise caution. The safety of our students is of the utmost importance." Remus nodded solemnly, his expression reflecting the complexities of emotions tied to his old friend.

Dumbledore, sensing the gravity of the discussion, allowed a soft smile to touch his lips. "Now, my dear professors, let us not let these dark times overshadow the joyous occasion of your return. We have much to celebrate and look forward to. I invite you both to the Great Hall for dinner. I shall be along in a few minutes."

You and Remus exchanged glances before standing up and shuffling out of the door. As they exited Dumbledore's office, the bustling sounds of students and the aroma of a delicious feast wafted through the air.

"Well, I must say, this a delightful surprise," Remus said, a warm smile on his face.

You glance up at the man who kept his gaze forward before replying, a small smile of your own settling across your lips, "It's been far too long."

As you both walked side by side towards the Great Hall, the echoes of shared memories and the gaps of time that separated you created a subtle tension in the air. You couldn't help but notice the height difference between you. Remus towered over you, his tall and lean frame drawing attention. His attire, while seemingly a bit outdated, exuded a timeless charm that suited him well. You observed the scars on his face, a feature that had always intrigued you. The origin of those scars remained a mystery. Yet rather than diminishing his charm, the scars seemed to enhance it, giving him an alluring and rugged quality.

"I've missed this place," Remus admitted, glancing around the familiar surroundings.

"So have I," you agreed, a nostalgic smile playing on your lips.

Remus looked like he wanted to say something, a question or perhaps a sentiment left unspoken for too long.

Yet, after a moment of contemplation, he chose not to voice whatever was on his mind. The unspoken words lingered, leaving a trace of curiosity in the air, but Remus simply offered you a small, reassuring smile. The awkwardness of the silence melted away as the doors to the Great Hall swung open.

As the grand entrance of the Great Hall loomed before you both, Remus, ever the gentleman, gestured with a slight bow, indicating for you to go in first. A faint smile played on his lips, and his hand gently touched the small of your back as you stepped through the massive doors.

The contact was subtle, a genteel gesture that spoke volumes. The warmth of Remus's touch sent a cascade of emotions through you—nostalgia, familiarity, and perhaps something more.

The Great Hall greeted you with its radiant glow, its enchanted ceiling mirroring the starry sky. The tables were laden with delicious dishes, and the murmur of animated conversations echoed in the cavernous space.

Remus followed closely behind, his presence a comforting anchor. The touch on your lower back lingered just long enough to create a lingering sensation, leaving you in a state of gentle bewilderment. It was as if the touch carried the weight of unspoken words, a silent acknowledgment of the shared journey that had brought you back to Hogwarts.

As you both found your seats at the professor's table, the emotions stirred by that fleeting touch lingered, adding a layer of complexity to the reunion. The unspoken connection between you and Remus seemed to dance in the air, an undercurrent that wove through the fabric of the magical atmosphere. Dumbledore opened with a welcoming speech, introducing you and Remus as the new Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, to which you both shyly stood and waved. As the feast unfolded, the feeling of that small, tender touch lingered, leaving you with a sense of warmth and anticipation that awaited the new school year.

[arwendeluhtiene]

This month, because  #internationalwomensday ♀️, I'm going to post about feminism+female characters I cosplay 😃   Eighth is ♀️🦁 A late Medieval fem!Godric Gryffindor (Harry Potter)🦁♀️

I love the idea of fem!Gryffindor, especially because it subverts traditional gender roles (such as a woman as warrior or mistress duelist). Here in festive Burgundian wear (because it's also subversion to portray women in dresses without instantly linking them to stereotypical gender roles - passive, sweet, etc Fashion and pretty clothes should be devoid of gender constructs). As for the time chosen, I love the fashion and aesthetics of the 15th Century and conical hennins can easily be seen as inspiration for modern witch and wizard hats in the Potter-universe, so yeah, the Sorting Hat is  definitely a hennin in this AU xDD

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“Kiss Me.”

Fred Weasley x Reader

Day 11 of the 12 Days til Christmas Special!!!

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(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: (Y/n) gets caught under the mistletoe at the Weasley Twins’s Christmas Party…

Warnings: teenage party? There’s really nothing 😬😂

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

(Y/f/n) - your friend’s name

“It’s not even Christmas yet. Why the bloody he*l are the Weasley twins throwing a Christmas Party? It doesn’t make any sense.” (Y/n) grumbled, fixing her sweater as she and her best friend, (Y/f/n), walked up the grand staircase, towards the Gryffindor common room.

Don’t get the wrong idea; she enjoyed a good party every now and again, but Gryffindor parties were known to get very wild very fast, and (Y/n) had an inkling it had something to do with the plethora of mischievous redheads in attendance.

(Y/f/n) chuckled at her words as the portrait of the Fat Lady came into view. “We won’t be here on actual Christmas. Besides, I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time. Fred will be there.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, earning herself a glare from the other girl.

(Y/f/n) was the only person in all of Hogwarts that knew about the little crush (Y/n) had procured for the older twin over their many years of going to school together. He was, of course, so naturally problematic that she had never done anything about her feelings, but that didn’t stop (Y/f/n) from constantly trying to force her to confront them.

“Good for him. I’m sure he’ll have a grand old time. I’m going back to the common room.” (Y/n) made to turn around, before her friend’s grip on her arm stopped her.

“I was only suggesting that you give it a go. This pining after him in silent anguish isn’t a good look for you. But, if you’re that set in your ways, I’ll drop it for the night. Just, please don’t leave me alone?” One look at (Y/f/n)’s puppy dog eyes, and (Y/n) had begrudgingly consented.

+ + +

And that’s how she found herself where she was now; a wallflower at a party filled with drunk teenagers, (Y/f/n) nowhere to be found.

She didn’t blame the girl. It was a party. She was probably off getting lucky or high or something. But, a little heads up would’ve been nice.

“You look scorned.” A voice to her left suddenly spoke. She knew it was one of the twins without looking, she just didn’t know which, as her gaze remained on the party in front of her.

“Not scorned, per say.” She mumbled, looking down at her cup. She didn’t want to know which twin it was. If she never looked, she’d never get that weird tingly feeling she got every time the older one was around.

“Ah, so the pretty girl hiding in the corner was abandoned then.” (Y/n) blushed a little at the comment, finally glancing at his face, finding one Mr. Fred Weasley grinning down at her impishly. She looked away immediately, not wanting him to catch her red cheeks, as she took in the fact that the guy she was crushing on had just called her pretty.

“You’re drunk.” She noted, clearly in denial about the whole thing, but Fred just chuckled.

“I’m not drunk, you’re just blurry.” She gave him a look that earned another boisterous laugh from the boy. “I’m kidding.” They were silent for a moment, both watching the festivities in front of them before Fred spoke once again. “So, who abandoned you, then? Boyfriend?” (Y/n) almost snorted at the thought.

“Yeah, right. Cause boys are fighting to get with me.” She said sarcastically, making Fred frown.

“Why wouldn’t they? You’re beautiful, (Y/n).” She had a frown of her own now, confused as to how he knew her name.

“See, now I know you’re drunk.” She managed to get out, not wanting to get her hopes up. Fred Weasley was a flirt. And that’s all he was doing now. Flirting with a lonely girl at a party.

But when she turned to face him again, suddenly his face was much closer to hers then it had been moments ago.

“I’m completely sober, love.” He muttered, all humor gone from his face.

“Oh?” She didn’t know what else to say. She had never been this close to a boy before, much less Fred.

“Absolutely.” They were silent again. Fred’s eyes kept flitting down to her lips, while (Y/n) just stared on in shock.

When he spoke once more, (Y/n)’s heart practically stopped in shock. “Do I need to use the fact that there’s mistletoe above us as an excuse, or can I just kiss you?” He asked, his soft voice barely understandable over the loud music surrounding them, but (Y/n) heard every word. There was a light air to his tone, as there always was with Fred, but (Y/n) thought that he had never looked more serious. And so, she threw caution to the wind and found herself nodding with a tiny smile.

“Kiss me.” And so, he did.

+ + +

And, when (Y/f/n) returned to the party from her own questionable endeavors, that’s how she found them, their lips locked in a heated kiss, as Fred’s hands held (Y/n) close, her own running through his ginger hair; both oblivious to everyone else, as they existed in their own little world…

Underneath the mistletoe.

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Sweater - G.W.

George Weasley x fem!reader

Requested: yes

hi could you write something for george weasley using prompts 29, 11, 36? if your requests are still open❤️⚡️

“i’m running out of jumpers, just so you know”

“i like having something that smells like you”

“how long have you been standing there?”

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: the 5 times George Weasley sees you in his sweater and the 1 time you get your own. 

Warnings: mentions of food

A/N: we’re just gonna //ignore// that this doesn’t follow the canon timeline exactly (especially where they spent christmas certain years) okay? cool. also! this was very festive so i guess this can be counted as a christmas fic 🥰

Prompts are in bold

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One 

The Gryffindor common room was freezing. Despite being situated as close to the fire as physically possible (without getting burned), you shivered and shook in your thin sweater. You were trying to work on a last minute potions essay, the last one before the Christmas hols began, but your current freezing state was stopping you from writing another word. 

You scanned the empty room, most students already having retired to bed that night. A flash of blue and yellow in the far corner of the room caught your eye. Quickly, you scrambled up off the floor and rushed to investigate. 

On the back of one of the squishy red couches hung a blue sweater with a yellow letter G right in the middle. You knew immediately who owned it: George Weasley, another Gryffinder first year like you. With another glance around the room, you quickly snatched it up and slid it over your head.

Immediately, the thick wool provided enough warmth for you to get back to your work. 

A while later, you finished the last sentence of your paper with a flourish, just as you heard someone shuffle down the spiral staircase and into the common room. Your head snapped up as the person in question came to view and your heart stopped.

“Y/L/N?” George whispered, barely making your face out since the fire was directly behind you. 

“Hi George,” You squeaked, “What’re you doing up so late?” 

His eyes darted around the room in search of something, and you felt your stomach drop. “Erm, yeah. I got cold so I was just looking for my–” 

When his gaze circled back to you he finally noticed what you were wearing, “Is that my sweater?” 

You nodded, squirming under his gaze. If it wasn’t past midnight in the dead of winter, and if he wasn’t hazy with sleep, he would’ve probably teased you senselessly about it. But seeing the sweater swallowing you, the shoulders slipping off and the sleeves way past your fingers, all he could do was grin. 

“It’s alright,” He said, “Just wanted to know where it was. At least now I know that it’s in good hands.” 

With a cheeky wink, he turned on his heel and trudged back up the boys’ staircase. You were left staring at where he previously stood, your mouth slightly agape.

Did that really just happen?

Two 

Gleeful shouts carried over from the snow covered fields and into the warm house. From your spot by the window, you could just barely make out the tiny figures zooming past each other, contrasting against the pale landscape. 

You clutched at a steaming mug of tea, basking in the warmth it gave your chilly hands. Despite your best efforts, you were still shivering in the house that most likely had several heating charms in place at all times. 

After being friends with the Weasley twins for nearly three and a half years, you were finally going to spend the Christmas hols at the Burrow with their family. To say you were excited would be an understatement. With everything going on in school, you were ecstatic to be able to spend some time with some of your best friends. 

The warmth and the heavenly smells radiating from the kitchen made you gravitate towards the door. Maybe helping out with the cooking could ease up some of the chill you had in your bones. 

“Would you like some help, Molly?” You asked hopefully, seeing her putter about in the kitchen. You knew that she had a whole hoard of mouths to fill, so you were happy to offer her some assistance. 

She tutted in response, “Nonsense, dear! I’m quite fine managing on my own. Thank you for the offer.” 

With a swish of her wand, several things in the kitchen began moving at once and you were left to your own devices. You spared a quick glance out the window, only to see the silhouettes still racing in the sky. 

An idea struck you and you made your way up the stairs as quickly as possible without drawing too much attention to yourself. Thankfully, the twins’ room was just on the second floor of the house and their door was left slightly ajar. 

You were quick to spot George’s battered old trunk laying at the foot of his bed. Your cold fingers nimbly popped the latch open and clutched onto exactly what you were looking for. His old blue Christmas sweater was soft to touch and a little worn, but you thought that it added to its charm. 

One of the main reasons why you rummaged through George’s things for his sweater, instead of Fred’s, was that his distinct woodsmoke and apple scent clung onto it and made you feel safe and warm wrapped in it. You pressed the soft fabric to your face and inhaled deeply, taking comfort in the familiar scent of your best friend. 

You were not sniffing the jumper because it reminded you of your crush on a certain redheaded twin, no. Not at all. 

Swiftly, you lifted the jumper above your head and slipped into it. You loved the feel of the warm wool enveloping your frame. It would have been almost perfect if you hadn’t heard someone clear their throat from the doorway.

Your heart jumped to your throat as you turned on your heel and spotted George leaning against the doorway. 

“Well, well, well,” He teased, making his way to you, “What do we have here? A sweater thief?” 

“How long have you been standing there?” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

“Long enough to see that you’re apparently obsessed with me.” He grinned cheekily. 

You rolled your eyes and tried to hide the fact that a blush was creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks, “Shove off, Weasley.” 

He swung an arm loosely around your shoulders, “Well I don’t think you can use that kind of language on me now, Y/N. Especially when that’s my jumper you’re going around wearing and sniffing.” 

You groaned, shoving your head on his chest to hide your embarrassment, “I just like having something th–”

“You’re going to have to speak up, love, I can’t quite understand you.” He said, and you felt like his teasing grin would be permanently etched onto his face. 

“I like having something that smells like you, okay?” You mumbled, this time a little louder and less muffled. 

When George didn’t immediately respond, your heart began to pick up its pace in your chest. Slowly, you backed away from his face and your gaze landed on the flush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

A slow smile etched itself onto your face, “Have I just made the George Weasley blush?”

“Oh shut it sweater sniffer.”  

You laughed, the slightly awkward tension dissipating at the sound and the two of you made your way back downstairs. 

Three 

“Psst.” A voice whispered next to you. 

Your brows furrowed and you looked up from the book in front of you to see your boyfriend grinning cheekily at you, “Yes, George?” 

The Great Hall was practically silent, the only sounds resonating throughout the space were the scratching of quills and the rolling of parchment. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you weren't about to get scolded for chatting during study hall. 

“Nothing,” He said bashfully, “I just think you look very beautiful today.” 

Surprised at his sudden show of affection, you grinned up at him, “Thanks Georgie.” 

Your hand slid across the dark stained table to squeeze his and you hadn’t let go as you continued on with your coursework. You were able to get quite a bit done before you felt George squeezing your hand to get your attention. When your eyes met his, you sent him a look to say what is it this time? 

Slowly, he shuffled close enough to you to whisper directly into your ear, “I think you’d look much better wearing something of mine though.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you focused back on the rolls of parchment before you. Ever since you two had officially gotten together, George had a thing for you wearing any type of clothing of his. His most favorite, he had confessed, was when you wore his Christmas jumpers. The nostalgia attached to the piece of clothing and seeing it envelop you made his heart soar whenever you’d slip it over your head. 

The next Friday, despite the freezing weather, all students were required to head out to the Black Lake to watch the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament. You took it as an opportunity to adorn the blue and yellow sweater, making sure to layer appropriately for the below zero temperatures. 

You could hear the twins’ shenanigans before you even reached the stands. The pair of red hair stood out among the crowds and let you know which direction to make your way to. Thankfully, you also spotted Lee Jordan saving a few seats around him while the twins went and collected bets. 

When you reached him, he sent you a grin and patted a space next to him. The two of you chatted aimlessly for a bit, waiting not so patiently for either the twins to come back or for the second task to begin. 

From George’s spot within the crowds, he glanced back at where he knew Lee to be saving a seat for him. The sight of you all bundled up in his sweater made something in his heart stop. The chilly breeze nipping at your face had caused your nose to turn slightly pink, and the way your hands fumbled at the end of the long sleeves moved something in him. He’s suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting to keep you in his life for as long as you let him. 

You catch his eye from your position and send him a small wave. He grins and returns the gesture before Fred nudges him in the side to take the payment a third year is holding out. 

Four 

The whole house seemed to absorb the darkness that the Weasley clan brought with them. It was nearing sun up, and the lot of you along with Harry, Remus, and Sirius were all gathered in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, awaiting any sort of sign that Arthur was going to be okay. 

After being shaken awake at the dead of night by George who was a mess of stumbled over words and tight grips, you didn’t think of anything else but to slip on the sweater he had lent you and follow him to Dumbledore’s office. Professor McGonagall simply raised her eyebrows at your presence in the midst of the rest of the Weasley children, saying nothing as she saw how George had clung on so tightly to you. 

The illegal portkey Dumbledore created landed you right in the middle of the dreary old house you had spent much of your summer in. Remus and Sirius had tried their hardest to distract everyone from the brutality of the situation, but your boyfriend and his siblings wanted nothing but to sit around anxiously for any signal from the outside world. 

So far, you had nodded in and out of sleep, your head lightly tapping against George’s shoulder as you fought to just be there with him. His grip on your hand had not ceased, but you weren’t complaining. His leg bounced up and down anxiously and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. 

“It’ll be okay Georgie,” Became your mantra of the night, whispering it every so often and rubbing the back of his hand gently with your thumb. 

He wouldn’t say anything in reply, his red rimmed eyes were unfocused, but you knew he heard you with the way he squeezed your hand. 

When the message from Molly comes, spirits are slightly raised, but there’s still so much uncertainty. You decided to step out for a moment to use the restroom, splashing some cold water on your face in an attempt to wake yourself up some more. As you took in your sleep deprived and disheveled state in the mirror, you remembered that you’ve been wearing George’s sweater. 

Quickly, you haphazardly pulled the garment over your head, smoothing down the crumpled sleeping shirt you’ve been wearing under it. In a flash, you’re making your way to where the Weasley clan has settled in for what seems like the whole day and take a seat next to George once again.

Silently, you held out his sweater to him. It took a few seconds for him to realize that you were offering for him to wear it. 

“Thought you’d need the extra comfort right now,” You whispered, urging him to put it on. 

A spark of recognition blazed in his eyes and he gently took the soft sweater from your hands. The moment it slipped over his head, he was immediately engulfed in your scent. All of a sudden, he was transported to three years prior when you had told him you enjoyed having something that smelled like him. 

When his eyes met yours, you could make out a ghost of a smile on his lips. It had been the first expression he had pulled that night, or well it was early morning now, that wasn’t a grimace or a look of concern. 

You smiled tentatively back at him, and he took your hand in his once again. 

Five 

The pale winter morning light leaked in through the windows and you blinked blearily. The soft inhale and exhale of George beside you and the warmth under the covers almost convinces you that you could afford to shut your eyes for a few more minutes. Almost. You groan as you remember what day it is and that you should be up soon. 

It was Christmas morning. The first Christmas after the war had ended, and everyone was eager to bring some festive cheer back into their lives after having gone through such dark times. 

As silently as you could, you left the warm confines of the duvet and began to pad your way into the kitchen. Christmas morning called for a full english and a pot of fresh tea. On the way out of the room you shared with George, you snagged one of his older blue sweaters and pulled it over your head. 

Thankfully, that morning Fred hadn’t made it out of bed yet. Breakfast at the flat above the shop could go two ways; either you made it out of bed first and got the food cooking on the stove before one of the twins stumbled in sleepily, or Fred would be sat on the couch nursing his nth cup of tea that morning, having woken up due to some nightmares that he couldn’t quite shake off yet. 

With a flick of your wand, ingredients made their way into their perspective pans, and plates and utensils floated down from the cupboards and onto the kitchen table. Soon, the enticing aroma of your favorite meal of the day was wafting through the corridors and into the other rooms. 

As you were plating the steaming food, a voice called out from behind you, “I’m running out of jumpers you know.”

You looked up from your position fixing the plates of food on the table, to see George leaning against the door frame. Clad in only his pajama bottoms, you silently wondered if he was just never cold or if he did this to tease you on purpose. 

“What’s yours is mine, love.” You shrugged, walking over to him and pressing a small kiss at the very edge of his mouth.

“Guess it’s good that you make me wonderful food everyday,” He says, eyeing the food laid out in front of him. 

You roll your eyes playfully, “Oi, keep talking like that and I’m making meals just for myself!” 

-

Later in the day, you sipped peacefully on Molly’s famous hot chocolate, seated on the squishy couch as the rest of the Weasley clan began to open their gifts. Fred was sat under the tree, rummaging through the different wrapped packages and throwing them to whomever they were addressed to. Little by little, each Weasley sibling began to pull out their signature colored Weasley jumper. 

It filled your heart with so much warmth that you could all come together, especially after the last year you’ve had. Being separated from the people you loved and cared for the most had really taken a toll on all of you, so being under one roof together with nothing dark looming at the back of your minds, was such a blessing. 

“Hey,” George whispered from where he stood behind the couch, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

You turned slightly to look back at him, “What’s up, Georgie?” 

“Come with me,” He nudged his head in the direction of the door. 

“But I’m all warm and cozy,” You whined, motioning to the cup of hot chocolate in your hands, “Do I have to?” 

“Oh just come on,” He rolled his eyes, going to place his hands under your armpits in an attempt to lift you off the sofa. 

“Oi!” You complained, “I’m coming, I’m coming! Don’t get your wand in a knot.” 

A few of the Weasleys sent amused glances your way, but this kind of interaction wasn’t unusual in the household so they mostly left you to your own devices. You hadn’t noticed that Molly was eyeing you with a slightly cheeky glint in her eye. She knew exactly what her son had in mind. 

You gently placed your mug on the coffee table before turning around and linking your arm with George’s. He brought you just by the window of the kitchen and gave you a big grin.

“Alright then, Weasley. What’s all this about then?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I just wanted a little privacy so I could give you your gift.” An eyebrow raised slightly, you waited for him to continue, “I just thought you would finally like one of your own this year.” 

To say you were confused was an understatement. You eyed your boyfriend nervously as he pulled a wrapped package seemingly from thin air. You wasted no time pulling the ribbon and carefully tearing at the brown paper. 

Inside was a sweater that matched the exact blue of George’s, and right smack in the middle was the initial of your name in the same shade of yellow. 

Your eyes darted from the gift and back up at the wonderful soul in front of you, and you couldn’t help but feel the prick of tears welling up. 

He noticed this too, “Are you alright? I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just thought that you loved my jumpers so much that I would make you your own–”

At the realization that he had made the sweater himself, and hadn’t commissioned Molly to do it, made the dams of your eyes break. Your tears were freely falling by now and all you could think of doing was throwing your arms around George and pulling him into a slightly salty but ever so sweet kiss. 

“I love it,” You whispered once you broke apart, “This is the best Christmas gift ever.” 

[freddie-weaselbee]

Stupid//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Underaged drinking, drunk characters, Fred has a problem in his pants, undressing someone, one lil dirty joke, one horrible dad joke

Summary: Y/N decides to let loose one night at a Gryffindor party, making a slightly less drunk Fred resort to being her babysitter and hearing some confessions that sober Y/N would never dare say.

Prompts: Getting Drunk Together with dialogue prompts “I think I forgot how to breath,” and “were you dreaming of me again?”

Word Count: 1.8k just a lil shorty

A/N: Day 4 of @theweasleyslut‘s 2k writing challenge -- WAIT GUYS THIS ONE��S ACTUALLY LIKE ONE OF MY FAVS --

“Freddie catch me!” You launched yourself off the back of the velvet couch in the Gryffindor Common Room, arms and legs spread wide like you were a flying squirrel. Fred, who had his back turned to your antics, saw you right before your feet left the couch and he dove frantically toward you, catching you right before you would’ve broken your nose on the floor. “Again!”

Fred chuckled and continued to hold you much to your dismay. “I need to keep a better eye on you, don’t I?”

“Put me down!” you said, squirming in his hold. Fred decided to give you what you wanted, so he placed you down on the couch. And then he sat right on top of you. 

“Fred!” Your voice was muffled by his jumper, which you were now trying to spit out of your mouth. “Let me out, let me out you big stupid.”

“Oh I’m the big stupid?” he asked mockingly. “You almost just killed yourself for the third time tonight. I knew letting you get this wasted was a dumb idea.”

“T’was also your dumb idea,” you said, still trying to push him off of you to no avail. 

Fred glanced around the common room at who was still left. After the Quidditch match earlier and a great win for Gryffindor, Fred and George had thrown the best party that Hogwarts had ever seen, with music and food and dancing. And, of course, lots and lots of firewhisky. 

Most of the festivities had died down about an hour ago and only a handful of people remained downstairs, most either too wasted to move or babysitting those who were too wasted to move. Fred got the honor of being one of those babysitters.

He realized that he had probably pinned you down for long enough and he moved to let you have your space. You sat up gasping for air, wrapping your hands around your neck and leaning from side to side.

“I think I forgot how to breathe.”

Fred rolled his eyes and moved closer to you, grabbing your hands in his and removing them from your neck, placing them on your lap instead.  

“C’mon, stupid, it’s not that hard. Breathe in. Breathe out.”

You tried to do what he said but ended up doubling over in a coughing fit, small tufts from his jumper coming out of your mouth. 

“Bloody hell, did you inhale my jumper?!”

You giggled bashfully before sticking almost your entire hand in your mouth, pulling out a long thread and gagging in the process. 

“You’re disgusting,” he said, grabbing a nearby napkin to clean off your spit-covered hand. 

You stuck out your hand as if going in for a handshake. “Hi disgusting, I’m dad.”

“That’s not even how that joke works, dummy.” He wiped you down, grimacing as some of the spit got on his hand. Fred was not sober enough to deal with this. Earlier, when you had told him you’d never really been drunk before, only tipsy, Fred thought that tonight would be the perfect night to have you let loose if you wanted to. He promised he’d watch you and take care of his friend, which is why you finally let yourself go and had a wild time. Unfortunately, Fred had never been the responsible one before and you were good at being sneaky, so you had a lot more alcohol than he would have liked. 

His head buzzed with the firewhisky burning inside him, wishing he would’ve decided to stay sober instead of taking a handful of shots. But you just looked like you were having so much fun out there on the dance floor and he figured a few wouldn’t hurt. Now the both of you were drunk and only one of you knew how to handle their alcohol. The other now had their head laying in their best friend’s crotch. 

“Y/N!” he hissed, hoping no one was looking at the two of you, but they were all either too drunk or too distracted to notice. “Get up, what is your head doing down there?”

“You’re soft,” you said, snuggling into his lower half. 

He quickly lifted your head and put it on a pillow, grabbing another to hide a growing problem where your nose had just been. “Yeah, that’s definitely not true,” he said, laughing quietly at his own joke. He shifted for a few seconds before deeming it ok for him to stand. 

It was getting late, and Fred knew that you were already going to have a rough morning, so he’d better get you to bed as quickly as possible. 

“Alright, love, let’s--”

He cut himself off when he looked back down at you lying on the couch, completely asleep. He sighed but smiled warmly, wondering where all of the energy you had minutes ago just went. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

He reached down to pick you up, carrying you bridal style to your prefect dorm. He walked ever-so-slowly, stumbling a bit from his intoxication but determined to make sure you got back safe. After effectively ascending the stairs (thank Godric he and George had found a way past the no boys allowed charm years ago) and getting to your private room, he laid you down gently and grabbed a t-shirt and shorts for you to change into. 

He was crouched down and digging through your drawers when he heard your small voice whisper. “Freddie, I love you Freddie.”

He grabbed the clothes and sat next to you, seeing that you were still asleep. “Hey,” he said softly, shaking you awake. You swatted him away a few times before allowing yourself to open your eyes. 

“Were you dreaming of me again?” he teased. He grabbed you under your armpits and lifted your torso up, gesturing for you to put your hands in the air. You did, using all of your strength to keep you from toppling over. 

“Mhmm,” you said. “I was dreaming of you and me, and how much I love you.”

You elongated the word love, saying it in a singsong voice and bringing a smile to Fred’s face as he lifted your old shirt over your head. “I love you too, stupid, your my bestest friend.”

All of a sudden you were shaking your head, looking annoyed and angry. “No, I love you. Like love love.”

“Uh huh,” Fred replied, brain not working fast enough to catch onto what you meant. “I love love you too. Now help me get this shirt on.”

You hphmed crossly and pulled the shirt over your head. “You’re the stupid, Mr. Big Stupid. I love love love you. In my dream, you were there and you kissed me! Like this.”

You leaned forward and planted a big sloppy kiss onto Fred’s lips, immediately slumping forward into his shoulder. It took him a couple of seconds to realize what had just happened, but before he could say anything you started talking again. 

“You kissed me, then you told me how you loved me too, and how I was your favorite person in the whole wide world, even more than Georgie!” You suddenly gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. “Don’t tell Georgie I said that, I love him so much, he can’t know that I want you to love me more than him. Don’t tell, ok?” You seemed as though you were going to cry from what you had just confessed to Fred. 

“I won’t, I won’t, I pinky swear,” Fred said quickly, thrusting his pinky into your face. You frown washed away and was replaced with a gleeful smile as you shook his pinky, sealing your promise. 

“Good, I don’t want George to hate us.”

Fred pulled you into his arms and stood you up slowly, grabbing the shorts he had picked out for you. “Ok, can you take your shorts off for me please? You need to put on new ones.”

Nodding, you reached for the pants but tried to put them on over the skirt you were already wearing. 

“No no no, not like that.” Fred sighed in exasperation and decided that had had to help you with this too. “Ok hold still.”

He sunk to his knees in front of you, one hand firm on your waist in order to keep you from falling. Trying to avoid looking as much as possible, Fred fumbled around the waistband of your skirt and pulled it down, leaving you standing in only your shirt and panties. He tried not to look, but his drunk brain was making it really hard for him to control his eyes. He had you step forward into the pant legs and pulled them up nice and snug around your waist, hoping he hadn’t done anything that he shouldn’t have during the encounter. 

“Thanks love,” you slurred, falling immediately back onto the bed. “Wanna kiss me again? Like you did in my dream?”

Fred plopped down next to you, letting his fingers play with your hair as you cuddled up on your side. “Yeah, I do. But not tonight, ok? We’re both a little crazy tonight aren’t we?”

“We’re both a little stupid”

“No, we’re big stupids. Mr. and Mrs. Big Stupid.”

You laughed loudly rolling over a few times and almost falling off the bed before Fred caught you. “I wanna be your Mrs. Can I be your Mrs., Freddie? Pretty pretty please?”

He snickered, pulling the blanket up over the both of you. Staying the night would probably be for the best, especially since you didn’t have anyone else in the dorm to take care of you. “Of course, you’ll be Mrs. Freddie Big Stupid, how does that sound.”

You clapped your hands smiling into your pillow. “I’m gonna marry you. And we’re gonna have the biggest bestest wedding ever. And everyone’s gonna be there. Oh no, but we have to go on a date first. We’ve never been on a date.” You pouted. 

Fred put a finger to his chin, thinking. “How about tomorrow night we go on a date. I can take you on a beautiful picnic and we’ll watch the sun set and then you can kiss me again like you did tonight. Sound good stupid?”

“Hmm,” you said, voice trailing off as sleep threatened to overtake you again. “That sounds perfect.”

Fred bit his lip, trying to hold back a loud whoop of joy. Instead, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back into him. 

“Freddie?” you asked quietly. “Am I gonna remember this tomorrow?”

He laughed and nuzzled his head into your hair, happier than he had been in a long long time. “Probably not. But I will, and I’ll make sure to remind you.”

“Okie dokie, g’night Big Stupid.”

“G’night Big Stupid. See you in the morning.”

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ʚ Going to Universal Studios Japan with them (ft. Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto, Denki, Eijirou, Shinsou and Dabi) ɞ *‧.₊˚*੭

—  @bukojuiice’s 720+ followers gift! thank you so so much for supporting my works!  ♡ ily all i never would have thought i would reach this milestone 🥺

—  uni student! izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijirou, denki, shinsou and evil turned good! dabi x reader headcanons ♡

 — To further elaborate, this is a Dabi that turned Good for his bby bro because I know that this is physically impossible in the manga and i found it hard to play around with a cute and fluffy set of hcs within a villain context. so pls let me have a good Dabi just this one time qwq

— if you like to see more from me, i have an ongoing bakugo x fem reader! smau called cuddle buddy! read it here!  for my bnha masterlist check it out here!  ♡

— please reblog, reply and leave like if you enjoyed! it means a lot! c:

—  all universal studios japan photos are taken by me. Most of these headcanons are also based on my experience in Universal Studios Japan!  (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)

—  content warning: slight innuendo/sexual content, strong language and mention of Endeavor

— summary: You spend a wonderful day in one of the most happiest places on earth with your just as wonderful significant other. 

—  You and Izuku stroll through Hogsmeade of the newly opened Hogwarts area of the Park. Your hand in his and your arms interlocked.

—  Izuku would geek out. As in geek out. He very much loved Harry Potter growing up and being able to go to USJ was a dream come true.

—  “It’s LeviOSA not LeviOSAR.” You continue to make Harry Potter jokes and Izuku was loving every minute of it. He could not stop laughing.

— You loved seeing his laugh as it made your heart feel all fluffy inside. God. why must this boy be so cute?

—  Izuku is just as big of a Potterhead as you. The two of you took the Hogwarts House test online and Izuku was sorted into Gryffindor whilst you were sorted into Slytherin. Two complete opposites yet you guys were the most adorkable couple ever. 

— Even the amusement park goers (the couples in particular) couldn’t help but turn their eyes to the two of you. 

—  The two of you are wearing matching Hogwarts robes, earning compliments from the staff giggling about how cute the two of you are! 

— YOU GUYS WERE MOST PROBABLY THE CUTEST COUPLE IN THE AMUSEMENT PARK!?? 

— LIKE YES TWO SOFT CUTIES AND IN HOGWARTS ROBES OF ALL MATCHING OUTFITS THEY COULD HAVE WORN?? COUPLE GOALS

—  You were originally going to hang out with the entire Dekusquad but ofc your friends just decided to play matchmaker and instead collectively backed out and said they were busy bc of uni (obvs a lie)

—  You wonder why they would play matchmaker when the you and Izuku were already together in the first place and they know that very well HSKHSHSKHS 

—  anyways ochaco, tsuyu, shoto and tenya are very supportive wbk

—  Izuku just wanted this day to be very special and to be between the two of you only. 

—  “Izu-kun! Let’s try out the Butterbeer and see if it tastes just as good as the books and movies make them to be!” You point to a food stall that sells the famous beverage seen in the series, with both alcoholic and non-alcoholic kinds.

—  “Of course (Y/N)!-chan Anything for you!” He says sweetly and gingerly hands the money to the food vendor. 

— For fun and because why the hecc not, you decided to order the alcoholic variant of the drink whilst Izuku had purchased the non-alcoholic one.

—  In turn, you ended up becoming a little bit tipsy as the two of you enter the Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey ride.

—  Izuku stares in awe as the waiting line makes you go through the interior of Hogwarts Castle. Both you and Izuku couldn’t help but just stare in amazement. 

—  You smile at the sight of your cute freckled boyfriend admiring the view and the area before him. It was as if he was transported into the actual world of Harry Potter and you couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming emotions he was feeling right now. 

—  The two of you hold hands during the entire attraction as both of you are seated in a 3-seater ride. T’was cute uwu

—  Albeit the fact that you were a little bit tipsy, the entire 4-D ride was magnificent as it literally took you through every adventure Harry Potter and the rest of the cast had experienced. 

— It was probably one of the best rides you’ve been to tbh??

— “The Dementors were so creeeeeeepy.” Izuku shuddered, rubbing his arm. “”They looked so real!” He turns to you, wonder and amazement plastered all over his face.

—  “THE WORST THING ABOUT PRISON WAS THE DEMENTORSSSS.” You howled, your voice practically echoing around the exit area. 

—  “IZUkU!!! I LOAF YOUUUUUUU SOW MUCHHHHHIE.”

—  Midoriya knew that you got a bit tipsy due to the butterbeer, as soon as he had noticed the body language you were showing, he supports your weight by holding you tightky and then slowly take you to the cafe near the entrance that served hot coffee.

—  Thankfully, you were able to sober up so that the two of you could go around the rest of the park before the Night show took place in Hogwarts Castle. 

—  “You know, I’m so lucky to have you (Y/N)-chan. Just like how lucky Ron is to have Hermione.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, he firmly holds you as the evening light show of Hogwarts Castle begins. 

—  “You’re overreacting Izu-kun. I’m not as smart as Hermione.” You shake your head, trying to avoid eye contact as he just made another cheesy Harry Potter Joke. “More like I’m the Ron to your Hermione. I mess up sometimes yet you’re always there for me to help me up when I’m down.” 

—  “Then I guess we don’t have to compare ourselves to Ron and Hermione then. Because I wouldn’t have a life like this with you any other way. I love you (Y/N)-chan.”

—  “I love you too Izu-kun.” 

—  An array of colorful fireworks pop in the sky and the both of you look deep into each other’s eyes, holding each other tightly til the festivities end.

— The two of you arrived at Universal Studios Japan earlier than most people. Bakugo always wanted to be first in line even though the two of you had fast passes to specific rides. He just rolls like that.

—  You forced him to wear matching matching elmo and cookie monster headbands with you. You were wearing the Elmo one and he was wearing the Cookie monster design.

  —  He’d spoil you soooooooo bad like he’d be grumpy at first and refuse to buy you this cute little souvenir item you’d probably never use, but he’d still spoil the heck out of you. Just as long as it was mildly reasonable.

—  He was all for thrill rides. As long as he got to show off how bad-ass and brave he is to you. That was until you discovered one of the Jurassic Park rides in the park and HOO BOY...

  —  You were internally squealing at the sight of him wearing the cookie monster that your brain just?? kinda stopped?? You secretly take a pic of your explosive boyfie and then change his contact name to Cookie Monster.

—  You first enter the Jurassic Park area at the insistence of Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina and Sero whomst you were supposedly going to meet after 2 hours

— As you roam around, there’s awkward silence between the two of you until you begin to obnoxiously sing the theme song of the series to try and annoy Bakugo, “TENENENEN TENENENENEN TENENENEN”

—‘’(Y/N) Geez, could you stop singing that stupid song? It fucking annoys me.’’

—‘’No way we’re riding that shitty fucking water ride. I will not get wet today.”

— “Oh really? What if you get wet in different ways?”

—He smirks at you, taking your hand and rubbing your thumb, “Let’s see when we get home.’’

— “OH WAIT BUT FIRST LET’S SHARE A TURKEY LEG!’’ You point to a nearby food stall, selling turkey legs for 980 yen. 

— Katsuki begrudgingly follows you to the stall and buys a turkey leg for the two of you to share. 

—You were deep in thought. Fantasizing if you could eat the Turkey Leg with Katsuki “Lady and Tramp” style. 

— Much to your dismay, Katsuki had finished the Turkey Leg before you could get another bite. You pout and cross your arms, yet he doesn’t notice you silently shooting daggers at him.

— You then quickly forget about the Turkey Leg as soon as the Flying Dinosaur attraction hovered above you. The amusing screams of the people riding it could be heard as it passed at a speed you could have never imagined.

—  ‘’Suki-kun!! Let’s ride that next!’’

— ‘’We just ATE. Are you fucking serious right now?’’

—  ‘’Or are you too chicken?’’ You tease him playfully. ‘’Hmm… Looks like eating the entire turkey leg turned you into a chicken now didn’t it?’’

—  ‘’Fine. Fuck this.’’ He tilts his head, gesturing you to follow suit. ‘’Let’s get into the fast pass line.’’

— You get on the ride and see up close the details of the dinosaur as it’s positioned upright for you two to get on. You take your seats and are instructed to strap yourselves in the seat. 

— You get a wonderful view of the sea as the ride continues to ascend, going up and down, at high speeds. You begin to scream your heart out, the adrenaline rushing through you. Bakugo tries to put up a face, not wanting to scream and show any weakness. You look at him again as the ride arrives at a downwards slope, creating a momentum before it descends again at high speed.

— The ride begins to move, positioning itself like a pterodactyl would. You take Bakugo’s hand and give it a tight squeeze. You look at him for comfort and he nods at you lovingly. You were at ease albeit the fact that the two of you are about to experience one of the most terrifying amusement park rides ever.

The two of you are then positioned to be dangling in mid-air, the safety strap from a while ago being the only thing holding you in place. 

—  ‘’(Y/N)! I LOVE YOU!’’ He screams his lungs out as the ride passes through the ocean again, giving you a clear view of the sea surrounding the wonderful prefecture of Osaka.

—  You smile cheekily and begin to scream from the top of your lungs too. ‘’I LOVE YOU TOO KATSUKI!’’

—  ‘’Did you really mean that I love you?’’ You ask him. Your adrenaline is still pumping you up.

— ‘’Of course I did you nerd. I had to get it out of my chest.’’ He says, avoiding eye contact, scratching the back of his neck.

—  The ride then ends abruptly and you could never feel more grateful. You could practically kiss the floor as your legs shaked once you got off. Katsuki supports you with his arm around yours and the two of you get off the ride.

—  ‘’I want to hear you say that again.’’ You poke his cheek but he doesn’t move an inch.

—  ‘’Come on. We have to go look for Kirishima in the others.’’

—  ‘’One more time Suki-kun! Please?’’ You look at him with your most dramatic puppy eyes and he couldn’t help but give in.

—  ‘’Fine.’’ He says grumpily. ‘’I love you.’’

—  ‘’I love you too. Let’s never ride that again.’’

— ‘’Agreed.’’

— Shoto made sure that he would make the most of the time with you before the two of you go back to University. Booking the most luxurious hotel available, fine dining every single night you were in Osaka and going on private local tours and taking high-end trips to Nara and Kyoto.  

— He’s spoiling you so so so bad and as much as you didn’t want Shoto to spend too much, he kept on insisting. 

— This is also why he decided your trip near your birthday so that in a sense, this is his birthday surprise for you too!

— He wanted to go all out just for you. 

— You feel like you’re in Cloud 9 every time you’re with Shoto. How much more when you’re going on an extra special trip with him? 

— “This Eren Jeager’s voice sounds familiar. It’s as if we have the same voice.” Todoroki looks at the screen perplexed, putting on the 4-D Glasses and making sure you were already comfortable on your seat.

— ‘’I know right. You’re hotter of course.’’ You whisper, giving him a peck on the cheek.

— Attack on Titan is your all time favorite anime ever.

— Shoto wasn’t too well-versed in anime, so him bringing you to USJ is one of the best things he could ever do for you.

— Especially since the park had a limited time Attack on Titan 4-D Attraction!!

— YOU KNEW you had to go there and it was also a perfect opportunity for you to bond with Shoto

— As long as you were happy and he could support you with your interests, he was happy too.

— Being able to go on the Attack on Titan 4D Ride was a dream come true.

— You brought Shoto to the souvenir shop first and bought matching headbands for the two of you.

— You were wearing a headband that had two little chibi Levis on each side whilst Shoto had little chibi Erens on his uwu

— He’d be spoiling you so so much !!! Any souvenir item you’d set your eyes on, he’d immediately buy it for you!! 

— Before you can even say no, he’s already bought it using his luxurious black credit card. YOUR BOYFIE WAS RICH OFC I MEAN WHAT WOULD YOU EXPECT!?

—  "That was amazing." Todoroki says in awe, still trying to process the thrill he had just experienced. "I wonder what would happen if titans started appearing all of a sudden?"

—  "Let's say a smol titan appears right now. I wonder if you could pierce it with your ice?" You tilt your head, beginning to think about unrealistic scenarios. "Anywhooo, shall we go to the next ride on our list? It's called Hollywood Dream!"

—  "Let's gooooo~" He hums monotonously, earning giggles from you. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as you walk side by side. 

— “Okay... so there are two variants to this ride. There’s one that goes in reverse and the other one goes so high up that we have an overview of the whole park.” You go through a brochure that you picked up at the entrance.

 — “Whichever one you’re more comfortable with (Y/N).” 

—  “Let’s go on the one where we can see our hotel because of how high it is!”

—  “OKAY NVM THIS WAS A BAD IDEA.” You say as the rollercoaster begins to reach it’s momentum, the ride going higher and higher.  Until you can see your hotel and every recognizable landmark from afar. 

—  Shoto then clasps your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “It’s okay (Y/N). I’m right here. Just hold my hand okay?” 

—  You nod slowly, taking a deep breath. You close your eyes and feel a fell swoop on your stomach as the wind passes through your face.

—  Justin Timberlake’s Can’t Stop the Feeling begins to play as the rollercoaster begins to descend from roaring heights. They purposefully attached speakers to the ride so that the park goers would feel hyped up and excited instead of being terrified of how high up they are. 

—  Shoto’s hands are still intertwined with yours. You weren’t letting go. 

—  The screams of everyone else in the ride grows louder and louder and you can’t help but sing to the song instead.

—  “I GET THIS FEELINGGG INSIDE MY BONES! IT GOES ELECTRIC, WAVEY WHEN I TURN IT ONN.” You began to sing, raising your arms up high as you slowly begin to enjoy the ride. 

—  Shoto who was sitting on the end yet is still able to keep his calm composure, turns to you, and a small smile flashes on his face when he sees you channel your nervousness through singing. 

—  He begin to sing along with you too! AAAHHH WHAT A CUTIE

—  “All through my city, all through my home, We're flying up, no ceiling, when we in our zone.” He continues. You look at him and ease up a little bit once you see his handsome face and comfortable presence beside you.

— And before you knew it, the ride came to a stop. It was finally over. You take a deep breath and Shoto helps you out of your seat.

— “I got that sunshine in my pocket! Got that good song in my feet. I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops!” You and Shoto begin to duet to the pop and colorful song. You begin to fully enjoy the ride, barely even noticing the ride making sharp and fast turns as it continues to go up and down. 

— “I might have hated it at first but that was exhilarating.” 

— “I knew you could do it.” He says proudly, planting a kiss on your forehead. “You are the bravest person I know after all.” 

— “I wouldn’t have overcome my fears if it weren’t for you though.” You scrunch your nose, and hold on to Shoto’s arm. Your heart still beating so fast. “Thank you for being my safe space Shoto. I’m always at peace whenever I’m with you. Thank you for always being my comfort person.”

— “Of course (Y/N). Why wouldn’t I be?” He tilts his head, clueless. “Are you game enough to ride the reversed one this time?”

— “Of course I am!” 

— He chuckles, “That’s my love. If you feel like you can’t do it, Just know that I’m always here to support you.” 

— The first attractions on your list were the water rides. More specifically the Jurassic Park Water Ride and the JAWS ride. 

— You and Kirishima would try every ride in the park if you could. He loved to try and experience new things especially if he’s able to do them with you!

— Kiri is a very very fun person and would always be game with anything tbh!!

— You’re wearing matching dinosaur hats with Kirishima!!

— ‘’RAWR!’’ You make cutesy dinosaur gestures at your boyfriend, jumping around in your place. ‘’Can you believe we’re finally here in USJ!?’’ He blushes profusely, pecking your cheek. 

—  ‘’I can’t believe it too.’’ He chuckles then pauses for a moment before...

— ‘’RAWR!’’ He says back, his hands forming into claws, his cute mouth open wide and his sharp shark teeth very much visible. You giggle at his returned gesture, finding it more cuter than you should.

— ‘’(Y/N) you’re adorable! You know that right?’’ He laughs and continues to hold you tightly.

— ‘’Pshh of course I do! I have an equally adorable boyfriend too!’’ You look up at him, beaming.

— The two of you then jump in your place in unison, both mimicking each other’s cute ‘’RAWR!’’ and hand gestures as Kirishima pulls you into a hug.

— ‘’Don’t forget manly!’’ He winks and grabs your hand, taking you to the Jurassic Park Water ride.

— “I actually find it smart that we go on the water rides first so that we can just change clothes immediately after. Good thinkening Kiri!” You remark, patting him on the head.

— THINKENING??? THINKENING??? Eijirou could not think straight right now because of how cute you are

— ANYWAY HE WASNT GOING TO LOOK OR ANYTHING KIRISHIMA IS A GENTLEMAN HE IS NOT A BAD BOI WHO WILL GIVE IN TO TEMPATION!!

— You looked so excited to go on the rides and he couldn’t be happier seeing you like this 

— IT ALSO DIDNT HELP THAT YOU WERE WEARING A WHITE SHIRT SO IF YOU DID GET WET THEN 👁👄👁

— The ride begins and the all too familiar theme song of the series begins to play as the gates to the Jurassic Park opens as the water ride begins to move

— Although the ride was very predictable, and you knew the surprise at the end was the T-rex trying to jumpscare you as the ride falls down a high incline, splashing all of the people on the ride. 

— Kirishima still looked like he had lots of fun. 

— He turns to you, a huge cheeky smile plastered upon his face as he tries to dry his clothes. “That was fun!” 

— The ride may seem calm at first, but then the T-Rex begins to secretly appear around the forest-ish area surrounding the water ride. 

— “It was!” You smiled back. You look down on your shirt innocently. “I didn’t expect that I’d get this wet so I thought wearing a white shirt would be-”

— “LET’S BUY YOU A JURASSIC PARK SHIRT IN THE SOUVENIR SHOP OKAY!? SO THAT YOU WON’T WASTE YOUR OTHER CLOTHES AND YOU CAN CHANGE IN THEM FOR THE JAWS RIDE INSTEAD.” Eijirou stands up so suddenly from the boat. He takes you by the hand without shooting you another glance as not to show how flustered he was. 

— “Okay then...” You reply, as Kirishima whisks you away, leading you to the souvenir shop just outside of the attraction.

— Kirishima breathes a sigh of relief as he sees you exit the comfort room. 

— He calls you over, “(Y/N)! While you were changing your clothes, I went back to the souvenir shop and realized that they were actually couple shirts!

— We are so Adora-saurable! was written on both of your shirts along wtih a cute dinosaur couple print on them.

— “Funny how you were able to find a Dinosaur pun on the word adorable! What a coincidence!” You giggle, poking Kirishima’s cheek. “I think we had enough of dinosaurs for now. Shall we check out the other rides?”

— “Right beside ya!” Kiri flashes you his signature smile, taking your hand in his again, swinging it back and forth as the two of you continue to your next destination. 

— The way you scolded him was more in a joking way though!!

— You guys arrive a bit late because Kaminari ended up sleeping through his alarm 🙃

— When the two of you met up at the entrance you scolded him so bad because you practically lost two hours and HNGGGGG

— All he could do was hug you tightly from behind and say “gomen!” “gomen!” over and over again

— you were loving every second of it!!!! denki was being super cute and you couldn’t help but just go uwu

— BUT THEN YOU SCOLDING HIM  DIDN’T REALLY MATTER BC YOU GUYS HAD FAST PASSES

— YOU DO BE FLEXING YOUR FAST PASSES THO

— THE TWO OF YOU FELT LIKE RICH KIDS FLEXING YOUR GUCCI FLIPFLOPS WHEN IN FACT YOU WERE FLEXING YOUR FAST PASSES

— OK SO you and Kaminari decided to go to the Despicable Me/Minions area first not just for the memes but also because it was the most popular attraction this season.

— You also wanted to get on the rides there first since it takes 2 hours before you can even get in

— YOU HAVE MATCHING MINION POPCORN BUCKETS WITH HIMM!!

— The design of yours was a cute little minion holding a teddy bear whilst his was a special Christmas reindeer edition.

—  “(Y/N)-chan! Look at the line! Should we line up and take a picture with the Minions!?” He points to a meet and greet line for the yellow mascots

—  You weren’t exactly the biggest fan of these abominations but facebook mom memes aside, Denki looked super super excited and you didn’t want to ruin a great start to a perfect day so you just went with it.

—  The staff attendants thought Kaminari looked super excited like cute little sparky puppy seeing the minions so they gave you cute minion button pins!!

— The Despical Me Area pretty much played Happy by Pharell Williams non-stop as people stroll around so you and Denki couldn’t help but dance along to it.

—  It didn’t matter if people looked at the two of you weirdly either!! Just being with denki and being chaotic with him is one of the best feelings ever and he feels the same way too

— You guys did all kinds of funky dances til the two of you got exhausted and decided to try out the other rides. 

— There were also carnival game stands and Kaminari ended up winning you the exact same unicorn stuff toy seen in the Despical Me movies.

— Cotton Candy, Gumballs, Skittes, anything remotely sweet being sold on the stalls, you tried all of them.

— “IT’S SO FLUFFFFFY!!!” You imitate one of the cute characters from the movie, hugging the stuffed toy to your chest. “Thank you Kami-kun! I will cherish this forever!”

— Kaminari grins widely, “I know you aren’t too fond of the Minions but thank you for still going with me to this area first.” You can see the emotion and the appreciation in his eyes. 

— “OMG DENKI OFC! WHY WOULD I NOT ENJOY THIS!?” You say incredulously. “I had such an amazing time! Minions and their annoying voices aside. I always have the best time when I’m with you!”

— Crocodile tears start to form on Denki’s eyes as he pulls you into a hug. “AAAAAAAHH (Y/N)-CHAN I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU. THANK YOU FOR BEARING WITH ME. I’M DOING THIS FOR THE MEMES.” 

— You giggle, patting Kaminari on the back. “It’s alright alright. I love you too! But this time you have to compensate by going on a horror ride with me okay?”

— “Ahahahahahaha what?”

— Endeavor had sponsored your trip and all expenses to ~try~ and start to mend his broken relationship with his son, although you refused at first, Toya did not. When he went to visit his mother and Enji was there to visit too, He got the money from him, ignored him, and flipped him off (aka gave him the bad finger) before leaving.

His three other siblings were in on this trip too. However, Toya wanted your trip to Universal Studios Japan between the two of you ONLY. His siblings went on a different day.

— He wasn’t the biggest fan of matching outfits or any accessories with you like any couple would and you didn’t want to pry on that. He really wasn’t the type of person to do that to begin with.

— And although on the inside he does feel a bit sorry about not being able to be cutesy with you it just really wasn’t his thing. 

The two of you would most probably make out in a secluded area in the Hogsmeade area that is barely noticed by any other park goers. How daring and how secsy

 ‘’Seriously? Snoopy and Hello Kitty? THIS is the area you want to go in first?’’

—‘’Come on! It’s not everyday you get to loosen up like this. Why not try out the kiddie rides first? Besides, I want to see how long you can last without taking the cuteness anymore.”

— The staff sees you enter the Snoopy and Woodstock ride and couldn’t help but ask a very imprudent question. “The two of you look like such a cute couple! I bet your child is just as precious!”

—“Excuse me… what?” You ask, your eyes widen. “We’re not-”

—“The kid is on it’s way. We’ll have one soon once we return here.” Toya says casually, sending you a flirtatious wink and you feel flushed and slightly embarrassed.

—“Jeeeeeeeeeez. Did you really have to say that?” You try to avoid contact with him so he wouldn’t see the embarrassment or rather the arousal present all over your face.

—“What? It’s true.” He smirks, taking your hand. “Do you not want anything to happen between us?” He teases again.

—“NO NO NO NO ITS NOT THAT.” You yelp in embarrassment, your eyes still cast down on the ground.

—You notice him kneeling down and before you could even react, instead of facing the ground, you were staring down at your boyfriend’s handsome face instead. 

—“Come on… I thought we were going to the Hello Kitty ride next?

— “Oh yeah right! That ahahaha let’s go!” You look up again before he could see your face looking like a tomato.

— You couldn’t help but be flustered by his words time and time again. This time though there was no point in hiding it. He got to you.

— He grabs you by the waist, and whispers into your ear, “Besides, I’m saving matching outfits with you once we bring our child here in the future. We would be the cutest fucking family out there.”

— You’ve already been dating for a year?? and your heart still flutters every time?? anything remotely romantic comes out of his mouth???

— HE WAS SUCH  FLIRT OH LORD AND YOU JUST SWOON AND FALL FOR HIM EVEN MORE 

— The other couples for some reason never thought of going on the cutesy rides, so as soon as they saw you and Toya going on them, the line for most of the rides got even longer.

— Toya might be lowkey an edgelord  but you guys became trendsetters in a span of an hour!! 

— OK BUT SPEAKING OF EDGELORD... DABI AS AN E-BOY HURRRRRRRRR YOU MAY OR MAY NOT BE MANIFESTING YOUR BOYFRIEND TO SUDDENLY BE IN E-BOY CLOTHES ON THE SPOT TOTALLY NOT NOPE NOPE NOPE NEVER 

— He still looked hot just wearing a plain dark hoodie but you still couldn’t get the thought of Toya wearing those fits out of your head.

— “Earth to (Y/N)? You’re spacing out again.” He waves a hand in front of your face and you snap back to reality. “We’ve rode every attraction here. I think we should go check out the other rides? The Jaws one next please. I can’t stand all this cute sparkly cuteness anymore.”

—  “AHAH! YOU FINALLY SNAPPED!” You laugh, acting as if you finally got back at Toya for making you such a blushing and stuttering mess just a few minutes ago. Dabi shrugs it off however. 

— “OKIE! Now that I got out of my system, let’s continue to go around shall we?” You huff and pace off to the next ride that you wanted to go on.

— Toya shakes his head and smirks, following you to wherever you were going to take him next. That didn’t stop him from teasing you every few minutes though.

— The two of you did come back to USJ, but only a few days later to accompany Shoto since Fuyumi and Natsuo had to take the train home due to having to attend important matters.

— The same park attendant who complimented you and Dabi was managing the Snoopy ride again. She recognizes the two of you instantly and waves. “Oooh! I didn’t think the two of you would come back again so early! Is this the cute child you were talking about?”

— You and Toya collectively facepalm whilst Shoto looks at the staff with a very puzzled look.

— Hopefully, the next time you come back, you finally have a happy family with Toya and you can finally show off to that sassy ol’ attendant that you have a cute little kid with you to go on rides with.

—This is officially your 7th date with Shinsou. 

— Although the two of you are already official, you can’t help but feel and notice how cold and distant he is to you still. As if he hasn’t exactly opened up to you.

—  And you didn’t want to end this day without seeing him loosen up and open his shell.

 —  You wanted a relationship with Shinsou in where the two of you could talk to each other about your own problems and help each other out. 

— That was the ideal relationship after all, and you knew for a fact that you could have something special like this with Shinsou. 

—  He did confess to you through a love poem and if that isn’t the most romantic thing ever, then I don’t know what is. 

—  You wanted to be his comfort person after all. Just as he is with you although I think he doesn’t know that yet exactly. 

—  “SOU-KUNNNN you know what else we can do?” 

—  “...What?”

—  “Let’s go on all the boring rides!!” You take his hand and start running to the next attraction. 

—  “T-that’s not actually a bad idea. Let’s go.” He mutters, albeit shy at the touch of your hands at first, he grows comfortable after a few minutes with your hand intertwined with his. 

—  SHINSOU IS SO TOUCH-STARVED AND YOU CAN’T WAIT TIL YOU GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS AND KITHES IMAGINABLE LATER THAT NIGHT

— It was the middle of the afternoon and the park was less busier than usual, which meant all the time for you and Shinsou to try out every exhilarating ride the park had to offer. 

—  The only ones left were more performance-based attractions where you would be watching a live musical or play. One of those being a Terminator based ride. 

—  The concept of a Terminator live-action retelling was pretty cool but certainly not you or Shinsou’s cup of tea either. However, it was your goal with him to try out every ride in the park. So, eh why not?

—  The two of you sit in the front seat, making Shinsou within range of the stage actors to be affected by his quirk. 

—  “Don’t try to make them do anything bad okay?” You whisper to him. “This live show does look boring and really needs to liven up a little.

—  “I won’t do that of course. Let’s just make this show more entertaining.” 

— He then uses his quirk on the stage actors, making them do fun and entertaining dances. 

— The audience burst out into laughter as Shinsou had unintentionally made a twist to the musical playing before you. 

— “Of course not! You made that Terminator Musical much better! I bet they took notes and try to switch up the acting and the cheesiness for the next show!” 

— “Hopefully they will. Because the show was boring as hell.” He deadpans, putting his hands in his pockets. 

— Everyone in the theatre left in good spirits. 

— He stops in his tracks and looks at you. How lucky he was to have someone like you in his life.

— “Thank you for today too (Y/N). I really enjoy spending time with you like this.” He looks away, yet fails to hide his flustered face. 

— “You’re welcome!” You lean in and tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek. 

—  Despite how cold and straightforward he may be sometimes, you never complained. You accepted him for who he was and who he is. 

— The two of you take the train ride home in peace and solace knowing that slowly but surely, Shinsou becomes more and more comfortable with you and you can’t wait for the time he finally opens up and bears his heart to you. 

Thank you for reading ♡

-Fin 

[alwaysfeelingsaintlike]

Driving Me Mad [G.W] - Part 1

Series Description: You and George come up with a plan to help each other out by pretending to date each other. But what happens when you actually start to catch feelings...

Pairing: George Weasley x Gryffindor fem!reader 

Word Count: 2.2k

Description: You reconnect with George during a friendly game of spin the bottle.

A/N: This concept was inspired by one of my favorite 90s teen movies, Drive Me Crazy (which everyone should watch btw). I wrote this a few years ago and recently re-worked. This is part 1 of 8! Enjoy :)

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“1…2…3…4…” you heard Fred calling. You took off at a run to find your spot. You were playing hide and seek, like you always did at these reunions. The Burrow was the best venue for hide and seek because there were so many great hiding spots, both inside and out. Fred and George seemed to be the best at this game, but you had one secret spot where no one could ever find you. You ran down the stairs quickly, hoping you wouldn’t be heard or spotted. Your parents were in the sitting room with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, waiting for the roast to finish and you tip-toed to the one area where you shouldn’t have been, the kitchen. It was an unspoken rule that the kitchen was off limits when Mrs. Weasley was preparing dinner, but you were never one to follow rules. You heard the adults talking in the other room and knew you had a very limited window to get situated. You opened the cabinet under the sink and went to climb in when you realized there was already someone in there.

“Hey! This is my spot!” you whispered, still trying to keep your cover.

“Well too bad, I was here first,” he spat back. 

“READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!” Fred called. Your eyes went wide in panic and you shoved yourself into the cabinet.

“Slide…over…” you said as you dug your elbow into George’s side. You knocked over stacks of bowls and pans and you quickly shut the cabinet door hoping to muffle the noise.

“I can’t believe you took my spot,” you grumbled.

“Your spot? I don’t see your name on it,” he teased. You smacked him and he winced. “Now, that wasn’t very nice.”

“Shh…you’ll give our position away.” You heard footsteps coming across the tile floor and held your breath. 

You sat there for what seemed like hours, whispering insults back and forth and laughing about stupid things. The hardest part about sitting there was that dinner was starting to smell amazing. It was torturous. That was the downside to having a great hiding place; you were stuck there until you got found.

“Okay, I give up. You guys win. Just come out now,” you heard Fred calling.

“Should we?” you asked George.

“Nah. It’s more fun this way.”

By this point all of the kids were looking for you both, and maybe even the adults. It was hard to tell for sure, considering you were curled up in a cabinet, but you could hear lots of footsteps and your names being called repeatedly.

“Kids, come for dinner!” Mrs. Weasley called.

“What about now?” you asked George, thinking that the seekers would stop looking for you the minute their eyes caught sight of the meal. 

George shook his head no and you trusted he knew what he was doing. “Just wait for it…” he whispered.

As if on cue, both the cabinet doors suddenly flew open. You had been caught. You then realized, it was Mrs. Weasley who had caught you and she had yet to notice two children were in place of her kitchen supplies. She was turned and was calling for the older boys to come and set the table. 

Slowly, very slowly, she turned around and bent down to tend to the cabinet. George’s face broke into a warm smile, knowing what was coming next.

“AAAH!” she shrieked upon seeing your childish figures cramped into such a small space.  You and George erupted into laughter at her reaction as everyone else scurried in to see what had happened. Mrs. Weasley was leaning against the counter, clutching her heart before she essentially beat you with a dishtowel to get you to come out.

“George! Y/N! What on earth were you thinking? You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Weasley! We didn’t mean to. We were just playing hide and seek,” you spoke, innocently enough. Her mood completely changed and it was as if nothing was wrong.

“Well…alright. Go wash up for dinner,” she said. 

Fred approached the two of us, “That was brilliant. Couldn’t have done it better myself,” he said, giving you both high fives. 

Dinner was full of laughs and merriment as the two families conversed over a lovely meal. George sat across from you at the table and every now and then he would kick your shins and give you that evil grin of his. This was your relationship. You were essentially the second Weasley girl, and according to the twins you were more fun to torment because you could dish it back.

Dinner drew to a close, which meant you could continue playing again. The adults stayed and talked more over tea as you all made up imaginary games, pretending to be people you weren’t. Then, soon, your parents would call you and give you the twenty-minute warning, which always meant you were leaving in an hour. You would say your goodbyes like it was no big deal, but once you started heading home you grew infinitely sadder knowing you’d be playing alone until your next trip to the Burrow.

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A lot of time had passed since the hide and seek days. Now, hide and seek was used when you were playing hard to get, which happened quite often now that you were a 5th year. You also didn’t see as much of the Weasleys as you used to. When you were younger, you would go over to the Burrow all the time. But now you only really saw them in passing at Hogwarts. You were still friendly, of course, but you had found yourself in a different friend group. 

Recently, you’d been spending a lot more time with the Ravenclaw’s largely because you were dating Roger Davies. You had started dating towards the end of your fourth year and things had been going great. You were particularly excited for the upcoming school year because they had announced the Triwizard Tournament.

The champions had just been announced and you were in  Room of Requirement, sipping a butterbeer and celebrating with a majority of the Hogwarts population.

“Here ye, here ye!” someone called out. Your attention shifted to the center of the room where the Weasley twins were making an announcement.

“As you all know, we are here for two reasons. One: to celebrate the success of our fellow Hogwartsians,” one of them spoke. The crowd cheered. Cedric’s friends clapped him on the back while Harry stood awkwardly in the corner with a handful of Gryffindors from his year. 

“And two is to have a bloody good time!” the other twin shouted. That statement was followed by even more applause. People clinked their butterbeer bottles together as the twins made a few more remarks to the group.

You mingled around the party for a bit, keeping your eye out for Roger who hadn’t seemed to arrive yet. After a few butterbeers, you stopped worrying so much about your boyfriend’s whereabouts. 

“Who wants to play spin the bottle?” you heard someone call. That certainly caught your attention. All the participants sat in a circle on the floor.

“What rules are we playing tonight?” Cho asked. 

Fred spoke next, “Spinner gets one spin. Whoever the bottle lands on can decide if they want one kiss in front of everyone or five minutes in the closet. You only get a re-spin if the bottle lands on yourself. And all wands in the middle of the circle. We don’t need any interference. Sound good?” Everyone nodded in agreement and the festivities ensued.

Since Cedric was the champion, everyone agreed to let him spin first. His bottle landed on Lavender Brown and she chose to enter the closet with Cedric. Cho looked pissed, as she had her eye on Cedric this year. The two emerged from the closet minutes later, Cedric looking sheepish and surprised and Lavender trying to hide the grin creeping up her face. 

You waited and waited for your turn, and you found yourself getting bored. You were about to leave the game and head to bed but then you heard your name.

“You’re up.” 

The bottle slid over to you and you decided you would leave after your turn was up. You held the glass bottle for a moment before placing it in the middle of the circle and giving it a good spin. The bottle was almost mesmerizing as it completed rotation after rotation before finally slowing down to land on someone. You slowly looked up to see who was at the receiving end of your spin and you internally cringed to see that familiar smile. 

“Alright Y/L/N, I will see you in the closet,” he said. Everyone ‘oohed’ like you were preteens as he stood up and made his way to the closet. You reluctantly followed, knowing this was your ticket out of here.

“Well if it isn’t my first girlfriend,” he smiled as you made your way through the door.

“You wish, George. We were six…it didn’t count.”

“That’s what you think.” You rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Just so you know, nothing is happening in here. I have a boyfriend.”

“Ah of course. Well how are things?”

“Things are going great between us. We’ve been dating almost-“

He cut you off, “I wasn’t asking about Roger. I was asking about you. We haven’t talked in a while.”

“We run in different circles, George. We aren’t kids anymore. We’re barely even friends.”

He clenched his heart, “Ouch. That hurts.”

“Well it’s true!”

“Just because we don’t hang out or talk doesn’t mean we’re not friends.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you mumbled. 

“I bet I know more about you than your so-called friends, Cho and Marietta. In fact, I think I know more about you than Roger.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Is that so? Prove it.”

“Well, I know that your favorite color is purple, your best subject is Charms, and you hate the cold but you love Christmas.”

“That is not that impressive. Roger knows all of that.”

George took a step closer to you, “Does he know that you secretly love watching Muggle movies, you’re ticklish on your left knee and that there’s a little star shaped mole just behind your ear.” He gently tucked your hair behind your ear and ran his finger right over the hidden mole. You looked up into his eyes and felt an unusual feeling that you weren’t sure how to define. For a moment, you thought you saw him leaning in towards you. He was going to kiss you and for some odd reason, you were going to let him. Just as your lips were about to touch he turned away as there was a series of knocks on the door. 

“I think our time is up,” you spoke softly. You slid from under his gaze and opened the closet door. “They all bolted…” you stated. The room was full of discarded cups and empty bottles, but no familiar faces to be seen.

“Filch or someone must’ve come by,” he said, “The knock was a warning.” You shrugged and without talking you made your way out of the room. “Heading back to Gryffindor tower?” he asked you. You had briefly thought about going to Ravenclaw tower to check in on Roger, but you decided against it.

The journey was silent, for the most part. Neither of you felt the need to talk. Just as you were about to turn a corner, George grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. You turned back at him confused and he said, “Not that way, we’ll get caught. Filch is usually patrolling that corridor.” You gave him an unamused look, thinking he was just trying to make things difficult when he added, “Trust me.” 

You weren’t sure why, but you did trust him. You followed him down a dark hall that you’d never been down before. You hoped he knew where he was going. It was dark and you couldn’t see very well but you didn’t want to give away your position by using Lumos. Out of nowhere, George took your hand and helped guide you down the hallway. You didn’t really understand why he was being so nice to you. You had barely talked over the years, aside from the occasional family gathering. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pop of light. You looked up and the two of you were face to face with Professor McGonagall. 

“Professor,” he spoke.

“Mr. Weasley…Ms. Y/L/N. Is there a reason you two are out of bed past curfew?” she asked you sternly.

“Yes, but it’s not a very good one,” you said. You were toast. If it had been Flitwick or Moody you could’ve talked your way out of it, but McGonagall was too strict. You only hoped your punishment wasn’t too severe.

“Ten points will be taken from Gryffindor. Each. And you will report for detention later this week.”

“Yes ma’am,” George spoke.

“Now back to bed, both of you!” You scurried past her as you realized how close you were to the common room.

“So much for not getting caught,” you muttered.

“Hey, lay off it. I was trying to help,” he snapped. “Sometimes you can be such a bitch,” he added under his breath.  You weren’t expecting that, but you admittedly deserved it.

You reached the common room and you went in and immediately went up to your room. You curled up in bed and tried to sleep as best I could.

[dumbledamnn]

Party Like It's 1974 (Ch.3)

Characters: Marauders, OCs

Pairings: Remus x fem!OC, Marlene x Dorcus, Lily x James

Word Count: 3659

Warnings: Language, little angst

Summary: Kat and Emma go to Hogwarts in 1974 lol

“Radices et rami? How the hell am I supposed to remember that?” Sirius grumbles as the Gryffindors pile through the Fat Lady’s frame into the common room.

After the feast had finished, all the students were dismissed to their corners of the castle to unpack and prepare for the upcoming academic year. The Gryffindors are forced to trek several shifting staircases and declare an ever-changing password to a rather grumpy opera singer before they could enter their common room.

“I wish they wouldn’t change it every year…” Peter mumbles, stumbling in behind Sirius.

“I don't know what you guys are talking about, Radishes and Ramses just rolls off the tongue.” James heads straight for the couch across from the fireplace, plopping down as a rush of students file past him into their rooms.

“Radicals eat rams, James. Don’t be stupid.” Emma says, lounging down next to him.

The common room is a very festive and homely place for the Gryffindor students. Maroons and crimsons coat every surface, contrasting the otherwise grey cobblestone walls, oak furniture, and gold trim. Tapestries with ancient, renaissance patterns swirl over the walls, and various paintings of Gryffindor alumni monitor the incoming class. The fire, a centerpiece of the room, crackles, casting a flickering light on James and Emma’s faces.

“Radices et rami,” Lily mutters as she marches by. She casts a glare towards the back of James’ head before disappearing into the staircase that leads to the girl’s dorms.

Though most students rush to unpack and settle in, some students linger around, surveying the room. Particularly, many first-years wander around, skimming the titles of the various ancient books on different rustic shelves, pressing their faces against the spells of moonlight cascading from the massive windows, and introducing themselves to each golden framed friend.

“I’m gonna go unpack. I’ll see you guys up there.” Remus heads towards the boys' side, marked by a wooden door on the bottom floor. Peter tails behind him, throwing a quick wave before disappearing into the hall.

“I’m gonna go check on Lily.” Marlene smacks James on the head as she walks by the couch. Dorcas follows her, adding a flick of judgment.

“Ow. Why am I being punished?” James rubs the back of his head in pain as if he hadn’t taken at least three quaffles to the skull last season and claimed he felt nothing.

“Because you’re a dumbass.” Dorcas throws back at him.

“Just because Snape sucks ass doesn’t mean you get to yell at Lily,” Marlene shouts before disappearing up the stairs.

James lets out a sigh, burrowing his head into his hands yet again.

“Good luck with your wallowing James. I’m gonna go unpack.” Sirius throws up a peace sign, a gesture he learned from the resident muggle aficionados Kat and Remus last year.

Without Sirius and Marlene, the room is a lot quieter, save for a few first-years and Kat chatting with a portrait in the corner. Of course, this peace lasts only a moment before Sirius bursts back into the room.

“James. There’s a ghost in our room.” He is breathing heavily despite their room only being 10 feet away.

“No way, Sirius. A ghost? At Hogwarts? For real?” Emma is terribly quick with her sarcastic comebacks.

“I’m serious.” His eyes are big and he wrings his hands as if shaking them violently would make his claim more convincing.

“We knew that already.” Kat chimes in from across the room. She doesn’t even glance back, continuing her conversation with Caveris the Wolf-Tamer, her friend on the wall.

“No!” Sirius, now extraordinarily exasperated, pleads with his friends “A stranger broke into our room.”

“What the hell Sirius, what do you mean?” James stiffens, still hesitant to believe him.

“Are you serious?” Emma furrows her eyebrows, still deciding whether or not his claims are true.

“Emma, we already established this.” Kat chimes in again, earning herself three simultaneous glares from the group.

“Yes! It's just hovering in the corner of the room!” Sirius takes a step closer and lowers his voice. Through gritted teeth, he says “It even had the audacity to wave at me.” Sirius collapses onto a nearby crimson lounge chair, burrowing his head in his hands. “What does it want from me?”

“Gub!” Kat shouts, finally turning away from Caveris to face the boy’s side.

Sirius, on the brink of madness, throws up his hands. “Katherine! Now is not the time for your made-up words! Please, for God’s sake. Listen to me.” He shakes his hands above his head, putting on a real show of insanity.

“Hey!” A gentle voice from behind him sends an almost electric wave of goosebumps straight to Sirius’s soul. He lets out a blood-curdling, and rather high-pitched scream before jumping up and hiding behind the couch where James and Emma still sit.

Kat runs across the room, pummeling the culprit with a bear-hug.

“Gub! Hi! How are you? How was your summer? Were you sleeping? Did we wake you up? How are- is, how is it going? What? Yeah. Hi.” Kat begins interrogating the rather tall and lanky boy.

“Did she just call him Gub?” James leans back over the couch, whispering to Sirius. Sirius simply shakes his head up and down.

Emma smacks the two, hard. “You two are the dumbest dumbasses I have ever met.”

She gets up and joins Kat and Gub, offering him a welcoming hug.

Gub Hartvigsen is the only Swedish student at Hogwarts and James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus’s fifth roommate. He was assigned to their rowdy room since the first day of their second year and he has never had a moment of peace since. When they accidentally set off Dr. Filibuster’s Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks in the dorm, Gub was there. When they slipped Frog Spawn Soap into all the showers, Gub was the first to lather and rinse. When they stole FIre Whiskey from James’s parent's house, Gub cleaned up the vomit. Gub was, for better or worse, always around, and yet, the four mischief-mongers never noticed him.

To be fair, their previous year was a doozy and luckily Gub is a patient man.

“So you aren’t a ghost?” Sirius stands up from behind the couch.

They turn to face him and James, who are now both standing and wearing highly suspicious looks on their faces.

“Are you scared of ghosts?” Gub’s Swedish accent is noticeable but his English is impeccable, seeing as English is Sweden’s main language.

“No.” Sirius sounds like a toddler trying to convince their parents they aren’t scared of the dark.

The three laugh sparking red across Sirius’ cheeks.

“You’re… Gub?” James asks slowly.

“I am,” Gub responds with a smile. His voice is almost melodious as it never wavers above meditative and calm.

Gub is a gentle soul and a practical prototype of a stereotypical Swede. His eyes are a sea-ish shade of blue and his hair is like white fire; far blonder than Marlene’s, yet its style resembles Dorcas: straight yet scruffy like he constantly just woke up from a nap.

James straightens his shirt, walks over to Gub, and puts his hand out.

“Well, uh, nice to meet you Gub…?”

“Hartvigsen.” Gub finishes for him, accepting his handshake.

“Yup, yeah, that. I was gonna say that. Nice to meet you, Gub.”

From outside, the clocktower begins to chime, signifying it is time to go to sleep.

“Well…” Kat starts.

“Yeah, I'm probably gonna go unpack now.” Emma finishes.

“But you guys can go get to know each other!” Kat squeezes Gub’s hand, giving him a quick smile before heading off towards the stairs.

“Even though you guys have lived together for a year,” Emma adds before following Kat up the stairs.

“Wait what?” Sirius is cut off by the goodnight calls from Emma and Kat as they turn the corner.

The boys stand there awkwardly. Even the first-years have filtered out, leaving the common room an empty cavern with only the crackling fire to fill the silence.

“Well, shall we return to the room?” Gub offers. The other two nod in agreement. Gub is the first person at Hogwarts to leave the ever-so-talkative Sirius Black and James Potter speechless. The three head off into the boy’s side, closing the door behind them.

And so the first night in the dorm begins.

--

The consistency in color does not let up when it comes to the Gryffindor dorm rooms. Maroon cotton sheets and red velvet drapes, the only other place with that much crimson is a blood bank. The round room holds five beds, each paired with a wooden bedside table, a latched chest at the foot of the bed, and a view of the castle. The center of the room is a large open space covered in oriental carpets where students often sit with their friends.

Each student’s luggage is delivered to their room long before the feast has started. Their bags are seated neatly on their beds, placed by the many house-elves serving around the castle.

Though the sun has long since set and the common room emptied, the individual dorm rooms are more than lively. Particularly the room, home to a certain five Gryffindor girls known for their nonsense, tomfoolery, and cooperation with a certain group of Gryffindor boys, at the end of the hall.

The five, Lily, Dorcas, Marlene, Kat, and Emma, scramble around the room, unpacking their things.

There are several types of unpackers. Some, like Lily, are ‘get it done' kind of people. This is why each of her articles already has its labeled place and she is finished sliding her bags under her spotless bed. Kat also falls in this category, but she lacks the high-strung tendencies that Lily has. Some, like Emma, are ‘do it later’ kind of people. This is why she is currently lying on her bed, enjoying the comfortable sanctuary of her down-comforter while her bags lie barely touched, on the floor next to her.

“I’ll do it tomorrow. I’m too sleepy to organize right now.” Emma tries to convince Lily of her sound logic but Lily’s rigid expectations can’t be swayed.

Some people, like Dorcas, are “I'll get it when I need it” kind of people. This is why her toothbrush and pajamas sit on her bedside table while the rest of her school clothes remain packed.

Then there are people like Marlene, whose type of unpacking can’t be put into words.

“Marlene, would you please stop throwing all your shit on my bed?” Dorcas picks up a pile of clothes, tossing them on the floor near Marlene’s barely visible bed.

“Language Dorcas.” Lily doesn’t even turn around as she neatly lies her maroon and gold striped ties in her bedside drawer.

Marlene’s head pops out from under her bed, eyes looking wilder than they normally do. “Lil, this is gonna be a long fucking year if you’re gonna pick up the hobby of saying ‘language’.”

She disappears back under the bed as Lily sighs, eyes rolling back into her head.

“Marlene, not to like, stunt your progress or anything, but what the hell are you doing?” Emma tries to get a look under Marlene’s bed but her eyesight is blocked by the many piles of clothes.

“How did you even fit this much clothing in your suitcase?” Kat asks as she slots some textbooks onto her dresser.

Marlene’s head stays hidden this time, as she explains, “I had my older brother do an extension charm on my bag. I practically begged him to do it but I guess there are perks to him working in the Ministry.”

‘Once again, why are you under your bed?” Emma asks.

Suddenly, there's a bang from under her bed followed by a few muffled curse words. Suddenly, green and brown ooze followed by misty grey smoke begins seeping out from under Marlene’s bed.

“Marlene!” Dorcas shouts, dropping to the floor to see what happened.

Finally, Marlene scoots out, revealing herself to be covered head to toe in what can only be described as goop. The same greenish brown slime stuck to every part of her person. Her eyes barely peak through the thick coats on top of her skin.

“Ew. Oh my god.” Lily steps back, a look of utter disgust as the goop starts dripping onto the wooden floor. It crawls out over the carpets, slowly crawling until it finally comes to a stop by Lily’s feet.

“Damn it, Mick. I’m gonna kill him for this.” Suddenly, it begins to hit them. A wave of the most putrid smell any of them has ever smelled in their lives. It smells as if they were buried six feet under a garbage plant, the stench bringing tears to their eyes.

“Oh God Marlene, what the hell did you do?” Dorcas’s hand shoots up to cover her nose as Emma begins to gag.

“Holy shit, I have to get out of here.” Emma snatches her wand and blanket and books it out of the room.

Kat steps closer, examining the scene. Goop is oozing everywhere and the smell is spreading at a rapid rate, getting worse by the second.

“I was trying to,” Marlene’s words are interrupted by hard swallows as she tries not to puke. “I was trying to…use my suitcase… as a secret closet…under my bed. Oh god, please get this stuff off of me.”

Dorcas stands up and looks at Lily, who now has tears in her eyes from the rancid aroma.

“Should I grab some water?” Kat asks, trailing along the outskirts of the room towards the door.

“No. Let me.” Lily snatches her pillow, covers her nose and mouth, and walks closer to the scene of the crime. She tiptoes around the slime-covered floor. “Are you ready?” she asks, pointing her wand straight at Marlene’s face.

Dorcas steps back, joining Kat on the other side of the room. Marlene squints her eyes shut and nods.

“Aguamenti.” From the spout of Lily’s wand, a stream of water begins to wash away the goop, which, after being drenched, begins to sizzle before dissipating in the water. The smell, however, remains in the air. Their dorm is now in a state of rotten air and damp floors. The four girls stood amiss of what to do.

“Explain to me one more time what you were doing?” Lily asks, her tone peeved.

“I figured if I kept my suitcase open, I could use the extension charm on my suitcase as an extended closet under my bed, but my brother must have rigged the bag. I’m gonna kill him.” Marlene is still gagging between words.

“If you don’t figure out how to fix this mess, I’m gonna kill you Mar.” Dorcas pinches her lips shut in radical bitterness.

“I’m sorry, can we leave or something, I think the smell is getting in my hair.” Kat starts inching towards the door, hands covering her space buns as if that would protect them from the stench.

As soon as they step outside of the dorm, fresh air greets their lungs and the smell is cleansed from their system.

“I can breathe!” Marlene shouts, raising her hands in victory. Dorcas rolls her eyes.

“He must’ve put a radius on the smell so it wouldn’t affect the whole dorm.” Lily puts her hand on her chin, pondering solutions to their predicament.

“How do you think we get rid of it then?” Dorcas asks.

“I think I remember reading about a spell that could help but…ugh. I can’t remember it for the life of me.” Lily stomps in exasperation, channeling all her annoyance at her own memory.

“That’s okay, Lily. Let’s head out to the common room and maybe you’ll remember it. Either way, we can always sleep out there,” Kat suggests, nodding her head back towards the stairs.

--

Back in the common room, Emma is already wrapped up in her comforter perched in her seat on the couch across from the fire. She leans her head back until she can just barely see her roommates heading down the stairs.

“Hey guys, it doesn’t smell out here.” She says.

“No way. I didn’t notice.” Kat snarks back, rolling over the couch, flopping next to her. Emma offers her part of her comforter and she gladly accepts.

“Did you guys get the stuff out? What happened?” Emma asks as Marlene and Dorcas take seats in the two neighboring armchairs directly across from each other. Lily heads straight to the bookshelf across the room, mumbling as if she was casting an incantation.

“I had a brilliant idea-”

“Oh, got it. That’s enough for me.” Emma cuts Marlene off. Kat and Dorcas chuckle as Marlene lifts her finger in defense. She tries but she comes up empty.

“Well, at least I’m helping us make memories.” Marlene finally retorts. She has a smug look on her face but the rest of them are not as amused. “Without me, half of our cherished memories wouldn’t even exist!” She continues, trying to convince them her presence was worth the trouble.

“Half of our problems either,” Dorcas sighs, throwing her head back on the chair.

“Come on! Remember the time that I got us invited to that centaur party in the Forbidden Forest?” Marlene’s suggestion is met by a series of grumbles.

“Ugh, I was sick for a week after all the pumpkin pasties I ate.” Kat grabs her stomach.

“Or the time I stole some food from Slughorn’s Slug Club party.” She tries again.

“Those cauldron cakes were so not worth the scolding we got from McGonagall.” Emma chimes in.

“What about the time Lily really wanted that book or whatever from the forbidden section in the library and I got us there!” Marlene is now exasperated by the barrage of rejection.

“Yeah, and how we almost got banned from the Hallowe’en feast? Thanks for that, Mar.” Dorcas bites out.

“Not to mention we lost 30 points from Gryffindor. That cost us the cup.” Lily slides a book back into the shelf. She turns around, slumping her back against the hardbacks.

“Fine. Fine. I’m never sharing my good ideas with you guys again.” Marlene humphs, crossing her arms as if she has dealt them a viable punishment.

“Thank you,” Dorcas says, offering a rather sassy smile to her counterpart.

“Hey Lily, did you find anything?” Kat asks across the room.

“No. It’s killing me. It’s on the tip of my tongue. I know exactly what the spell does and I still can’t remember the name. This is so frustrating!” She stomps again. Lily is notoriously a stomper.

“Did you find any of the books you were looking for?” Emma asks, turning around on the couch to face her.

“Nope.” Lily starts to walk back over to the couch.

“Guys, I’m sorry. My stupid brain can’t remember.”

“Excuse you. Do not talk about Lily that way.” Marlene shoots up.

“You know what I-“ Lily starts to argue but she is cut off by a barrage of aggressive support.

“You are so smart it physically pains me,” Emma shouts.

“We do not accept that sort of negative talk in this household.” Kat claps back.

“You are brilliant. Absolutely brilliant Lily. Do not let yourself think anything less.” Marlene finishes.

Dorcas walks over to the rosy-cheeked Lily.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Lil. If anything, this is all Marlene’s fault. You’re brilliant and no matter what, we’ll figure it out. Worst comes to worst, we tell McGonagall tomorrow and get a little telling off.” She pats Lily on the back, leading her over to join the gang by the fire.

“Yeah…” She starts.

“Wait! I have an idea!” Marlene wears a wicked smile.

“How about not,” Emma shuts her down so fast, she barely has time to blink.

“Wait! I have an idea!” Kat jumps up, shoving the comforter into Emma’s face.

“Deja Vu,” Emma’s retort is muffled by the blanket.

Kat quickly runs back up the stairs, disappearing out of sight. There is silence, then the sound of muffled coughs in the distance before a door slamming. A few moments later, the sound of a door opening and a few more coughs drift into the common room.

Kat stomps down the spiral stairs back into the common room, heading straight for a nearby desk. In her hand, she holds a quill and a piece of parchment. She begins to furiously write, her hand moving so fast it seemed it might fly off at a moment’s notice.

She stands, folding the parchment in thirds and stuffing it in an envelope. She adds a few words to the front of the envelope then hustles over to her friend in the portrait. She beckons Caveris, who was sitting on a rock in the distance, closer to the edge of the frame and whispers into the painted surface.

“What the hell is going on?” Marlene whispers to the rest of the girls.

Emma turns away from Kat, eyes fixed once more on the flames. “I choose not to question her.”

Kat walks across the room, taking her seat beside Emma. All eyes are on her as they wait for an explanation.

None comes.

“Would you care to share with the class?” Marlene breaks the silence.

“No thanks.” She responds, taking back her section of the comforter.

“Where’d that letter go?” Dorcas eyes Kat’s empty hands.

“To a friend.” She only adds to the ambiguity.

“And how does that help us?” Lily asks, now seated with her back to the fire.

“You’ll see.”

“Yup. Mhmm. Yeah. Totally. Anyways guys, if you think about it, this is like a sleepover party,” Emma swiftly changes the subject, “since we aren’t in our dorm it’s kinda special, right? So I think we should have a party!”

Everyone nods in agreement. If there is one thing these ladies are good at, it’s throwing a party, even if it’s only for themselves. And boy are they gonna throw a party.

[a-simple-imagine]

Day 1 - The Great Candy Cane Disaster

synopsis: Malfoy gets you in trouble so you decide to get back at him but things go a little too far

pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader (if you squint)

Words: 2.6k+

A/n -  We’re kicking off the first day of my advent calendar with something centered around Draco Malfoy.

Warnings - Swearing

"They look ridiculous," Malfoy muses as you add the final ingredient to your forgetfulness potion.

"They look fine," You roll your eyes, utterly fed up with the boy. Sometimes you wished he'd simply keep his comments to himself. "I wanted to look festive but I have to wear my uniform so antlers were the next best thing."

"They look stupid," He repeats. You adjust the reindeer antlers that sit upon your head like a silent protest.

"Will you just try the potion please?"

"No, why don't you do it?" He bites back, you swear he's being difficult on purpose just to get under your skin. When it came to potions class, you often found yourself paired with Malfoy. On the odd occasions, he was relatively helpful but sometimes he was the exact opposite.

"I did most of the work so you have to try it." You risk pushing the potion cauldron a little, watching the liquid inside almost swish over the edge; that would be the last thing you need in Snape's class.

"I do hope that amongst all this arguing, you managed to finish your potion." Snape's dull voice ringed in your ear."

"Of course Professor," Malfoy recites as professor Snape approaches your table. "she was just about to test it out."

You want to protest but you know better. It's probably just land you in trouble, so you reluctantly pick up a glass vile "fine," and plunge it into the orange potion. You take the smallest of sips. "So, Uh... what were we talking about again?"

"Next time, you two should refrain from shouting across my classroom"

"Yes Professor," you both reply.

"Five points from Gryffindor."

"Wait why?" You question quickly, brows furrowed.

"Careful now, or I'll make it ten." You can hear Malfoy's little snicker beside you as you watch Snape walk away to inspect somebody else's work.

By the time lunch came around, you were utterly fed up with the day. Slumping down at the Gryffindor table, you let out a dramatic sigh suggesting you wanted someone to ask what was wrong. Nobody did. So you sigh again.

"I can't believe you lost us house points," Hermione scolds as if she hasn't done it before. It wasn't a big deal. "why can't you be more responsible."

"You try being partners with Malfoy," you grumble, as you take a couple of sandwiches and place them on your plate. "And besides, Snape was totally unfair."

"Honestly, everyone knows Snape favours Slytherin so you have to be more careful." Hermione was right about that. It was clear Snape favoured his own house and was especially harsh when it came to Gryffindors. Why he hated you so much was unclear but it was something you had come to terms with.

"Gosh it was only ten points, it's not the end of the world Hermione." You take a bite of your sandwich. "Enough about that- I need your help."

"With what?" She asks, bringing her goblet of juice to her lips.

"Learning the duplication spell? It never seems to work for me."

"Why?"

You simply shrug. "If I knew why, I wouldn't ask for help,"

"No- I mean why do you want help with it? You never normally want to study outside of class."

You'd laugh if it wasn't true. Studying, for the most part, wasn't your favourite thing to do and much like Ron, you tended to avoid it as much as possible. You were by no means a bad student, just not as good as Hermione for example. "You're always telling me I should get ahead of my studies and not leave everything to the last minute, Hermione, I'm just trying to be a good student."

For a moment, you think she's seen through your lie but she just smiles a little before pushing her plate to the middle of the table. "Fine. I have to head to the library and get a few books but I'll meet you in the common room later and we can go over it."

"Great," and with that Hermione leaves you with the boys to finish up lunch.

"So tell the truth then," Ron perks up, his mouth full of food.

"Huh?"

"We all know you're not suddenly a model student," he continues. "so why do you suddenly want help with a spell?"

"People can change, Ronald." Hermione always called him that.

"I don't believe that for a minute,"

"Ron's right," Harry agreed. "You once said you wouldn't be caught dead in the library. That doesn't sound like model student behaviour."

"Blasphemy," You state dramatically slapping your hand against the table.

Ron chuckles a little. "Tell us. We won't tell Hermione."

"Fine," You could trust them enough not to keep your secret; they'd proven that value before. "I want to enchant an object and give it to Malfoy."

"Hermione isn't going to like that you're using a spell to get back at Malfoy-" Ron warns with the most playful of smiles. "I can't wait to tell her."

"You just said you wouldn't," you huff, tossing a piece of bread in Ron's direction. "It's just a harmless prank."

"He's messing with you," Harry adds.

"Malfoy's leaving- I'll be right back," you jump up sharply. "Don't head back without me."

Charging over to the Slytherin table, you find Pansy just as she's finishing up. "Great, what do you want?"

"So volatile," you tease. "I need a favour."

"Ha! that's likely," Pansy Parkinson was not your friend. Everyone knew that. In fact, she actively chose to hate on you every moment she got. You liked to think it was just a complicated relationship with one of the biggest bullies in school.

"Can we... talk in private,"

Taking her arm, you drag her out of the great hall as she struggles in your grip. "What do you want?"

"A favour." You repeat. You need Pansy on board or your plan wouldn't work. You weren't close enough to Malfoy, nor did you have access to the Slytherin common room. Pansy did and she was not against breaking the rules.

"Tough luck," she spits, turning sharply on her heel but you reach out to grab her before she can leave.

"Please Pansy,"

"What's in it for me?"

Uh... you hadn't planned that far ahead. "My love and friendship?"

She chokes out a laugh. "Pass."

"Fine, I'll do whatever you want,"

"Whatever I want?" The was a degree of intrigue in her voice as she turned back around that made you worry about her upcoming demand.

"I mean... I'm not gonna like murder someone but you get the idea."

"Do all my Christmas break homework?"

"You can't be serious?" You got enough homework on an average day never mind during the holidays. It was like the professors deliberately didn't want you to have fun. "We've already been set like two essays and-"

"Take it or leave it," she interrupts, a malicious grin graced her beautiful features.

You groan loudly. You didn't really have much choice and she was holding all the cards here. "Fine- okay, I'll do al your homework."

"So, what do you want me to do then?" She wonders, pulling out of your grip.

"I need you to sneak me into the Slytherin common room."

"Is that all?" She raises a brow. "That's easy enough- When?"

"Couple days. I have to prepare first."

"Kay-" Without another word, Pansy turns on her heel and enters the great hall. Guess the conversation was over then. You may now be lumbered with way more homework than you cared to think about but at least she agreed. Heading back to the table, Ron is somehow still eating.

"What was that about?" Harry questions before you can even sit back down.

"Since when you and Parkinson friends?" Ron adds.

"We're not. I'm pretty sure she hates me." You shrug, finishing off your drink. "I needed her help but I had to wait until Malfoy wasn't around"

"Sounds like more effort than it's worth." Ron was more right then he would ever know.

"We should go. We have charms soon."

Classes were relatively easier towards the end of the year excluding any tests but the days still felt way too long. That evening you're sat on the floor beside the roaring reds and oranges of the fire. Hermione is sat across from you with a neat stack of papers and an array of books. Ron and Harry are chatting on the couch just within earshot.

"No offence, Hermione but why do I have to know the entire history of the spell to use it?"

"You wanted my help, didn't you?"

You sigh softly listening to her entire lecture with forged interest. When she's finally stopped telling you about the twins who created the spell, she placed a small leather-bound book on the floor between you; pulling out her wand. "Before you begin, you want to be sure of exactly how many copies you wish to make otherwise it can become uncontrollable," Hermione explains. "Only the caster can stop the uncontrollable duplication." Waving her wand she gently tapped the book. "Geminio." The book shook a little before splitting into two identical books side by side.

"And this spell works on anything?"

"To a degree. Keep in mind while they are identical, the other copy is considered worthless as after a while it'll start to degrade. So you give it a try,"

You pull out your wand and with a flick. "Geminio." Nothing happened. So you try again.

"juh-MIN-ee-oh," Hermione corrects your pronunciation slowly. "And don't flourish your wand so much. Just a smooth and simple flick," she readies her wand and flicks. "Geminio."

The book splits into another. Show off.

You flick your wand "Geminio." Again nothing happens.

"You're not very good at this," Ron teases from the side.

Hermione takes your wand hand in hers. "Let's try together, okay, ready?" You nod a little. Hermione guides your hand. "Geminio." You both say together and this time the book splits. You smile brightly.

"It worked!"

"Good job."

"Now I can put my plan in motion."

"What plan? I thought you just wanted help with your studies?"

"Oh- yes, that's what I meant." Her eyes narrow in and you offer an innocent smile. "Well, I'm off to bed- Good night."

It's a couple of days before you decide to finally get back at Malfoy. That time was mostly spent in classes and practising the spell. While everyone else is distracted having dinner, you follow Pansy through the halls of Hogwarts and down to the dungeons.

"So why are you doing this?" She asks but she doesn't sound too interested in an actual answer.

"Malfoy got me in trouble and I wish to share the Christmas spirit."

"By giving him... a candy cane?"

"Yeah," Your smile brightens. "Candy canes are the perfect Christmas treat. He has to be the one to touch it okay? No one else or it'll ruin it."

"Weird." She seems suspicious. "But fine. You're still doing all my homework."

"Yes. I know." You roll your eyes. Every time you've spoken to her in the past few days she's mentioned her homework. Stepping into the Slytherin common room felt weird; you don't know what you were expecting it to look like. You guess you just imagined them all to look the same but in different colours however, that was certainly not the case. It was... darker in here somewhat creepier.

"Then I'll make sure he's the one to get it."

"Promise?"

"Just leave before I call Snape."

"Alright, alright, Thanks for this."

Sneaking out the Slytherin common room, you head back to the great hall as if nothing had happened. Joining Harry, Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

"Where have you been?" Hermione quickly asks and your mind draws a blank.

"Huh- oh! I wasn't hungry but now I am- So what did I miss?"

"Nothing really," Harry shrugs.

"Hermione was lecturing us," Ron follows up.

"Sounds about right," you chuckle.

It's hard to pay attention as you wait for Malfoy to finish his dinner. Staring intensely at the Slytherin table; only catching bits and pieces of the conversation happening around you. When you notice Malfoy leaving, you sit up a little straighter.

"What are you looking at?" Hermione clicks before your eyes, drawing your attention back.

"...nothing,"

"Do you fancy Malfoy or something?"

"What?" You turn to her, completely shocked and sort of offended. You and Malfoy would be a... weird combination to say the least. "No. Don't be silly."

"You have been staring at him since sitting down," Ron adds, a smirk on his lips. He knew exactly why you were distracted so his comment was just to rile you up.

"I don't fancy him- shut up." You growl back. "I'm heading back to the common room."

"I think I'll come too," Hermione stated, clearing up the almost none existent mess she had made. LI wanna do a little reading before bed."

You offer a small smile. If you say no, she'll be suspicious so you kind of just have to go along with it. Harry and Ron end up joining you. The halls are pretty empty as the four of you head back, it was still pretty early to be fair. You're idly chatting away to Hermione when you hear your name echo through the hallway. While taking note of it, you choose to ignore it and continue walking but then it happens again. Louder this time. You grab Hermione and Ron, by the wrists and pull them a little faster. "Hurry up,"

"What why?" Hermione protests pulling out of your grip.

"Because."

"Stop!" You know the voice belongs to Malfoy; it's hard to miss. When you finally turn around to look, you see him charging towards you looking very angry. "What can I do for you Malfoy?" You ask innocently, putting on your best smile but he doesn't stop. You back up until you're against a wall and he is standing before you. It doesn't seem like the time but still, you reach up and pull a candy cane that seems to be stuck to his best. "Didn't know you liked candy canes so much. Saving this one for later were we?"

He doesn't see the funny side. "I know it was you,"

"I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Leave her alone, Malfoy." Hermione defends, walking up behind him.

"Yeah shove off," Ron growls.

"You're not funny," the Slytherin snaps, taking a step back and taking your wrist. "You either come with me or I tell Snape that you filled the room with candy canes."

"How could I do that? I can't even get in the Slytherin common room."

"Your name was on the card."

"Is that why you wanted to learn the Geminio charm?" Busted.

"I used the Geminio spell on a candy cane so when Malfoy picked it up, they would start multiplying." You admit.

"We can't get it to stop."

"How is that my problem," you protest as he tries to drag you along with him.

"Did you remember to set an amount?"

"Uh... I knew I forgot something."

As much as you struggle you do end up going with Draco. He doesn’t say anything the entire way but his grip suggests that he's still very angry and as the door opens and some candy canes spill out, you realise you may have gone a little too far. You had originally expected a hundred copies or so but this was way more and they didn't seem to be stopping as they spilt out onto the corridor.

"Well... Shit. Probably should have brought Hermione with us."

[mediocre--writing]

Loki Laufeyson:

Enough: 3k, Loki x OC (Hale Njordottir): Loki has finally been thwarted by the Avengers, but what happens when his wife, Odin’s right hand (wo)man, finds out?

Tony Stark:

He Loves Me Not: 4k, Tony Stark x Reader: When one single drunken night brings out the worst in Y/N, how will Tony react when 20 years of pent-up feelings are released on him within 20 minutes?

Peter Parker:

Sinking: 5.5k, Peter Parker x OC (Tessa Kennedy): Things take a turn for the worse when TK receives earth-shattering news that could affect the rest of her life. How will things work out when everything is sinking around her?

Bucky Barnes:

The One Where Bucky’s Not Ready (Headcannon): 1670, Bucky Barnes x neutral!teen!Reader: You’re Bucky’s kid and one of the most mature kids ever, but when you don’t come home after Winter Formal, Bucky flips out. (Based on season 1, episode 9 of Gilmore Girls)

Steve Rogers: 

Not Your Fault: 980, Steve Rogers x fem!Reader: After a mission gone wrong, Steve feels guilty about your current state.

Terrible Comes in Twos: 990, Steve Rogers x fem!Reader: You and Steve have finally began a family, but what trouble will they bring to your daily life?

Not Defined:

Midnight: Random Blurb based on Midnight by 5SOS

Luke Hemmings:

The Only Aussie I’d Fuck: 3k, Luke Hemmings x Actress!Reader: Luke’s girlfriend, Y/n, is a famous actress she’s been begging him to watch her show and he’s finally caving, watching with his band mates, but how will Luke feel at her and her co-star’s on-screen relationship? 

Ashton Irwin

Love Is A Slap In The Face: 2k, Ashton Irwin x Reader: Through th eups, downs, and all inbetween, those you love will be there to keep you on your feet and make sure you smile through the tears. (WARNING: has mentions of PTSD and panic attacks)

Ginny Weasley:

Fluff 93 & 94: Ginny Weasley x Reader: (93) “you’re an idiot, but you’re cute” & (94) “I’m asking you on a date, idiot.”

Hermione Granger:

The Saddest Part of All: 956, Hermione x Platonic!Slytherin!Pureblood!Reader: It’s 6th Year at Hogwarts, and everyone is a bit worse for wear, but some have it a bit worse than others

Fluff 1 & 13: 815, Hermione x Ravenclaw!Reader: (1) “Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand” & (13) “are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Harry Potter:

Safe With You: 3k, Harry Potter x Ravenclaw!Werewolf!Reader: You and Harry met in your first year and when he invites you home for the summer, what will his family say about your blooming relationship?

And He Loved You Back: 6k, Harry Potter x Gryffindor!Muggleborn!Reader: You and Harry have been friends since first year, so how will you tell him you have deeper feelings for him than just friendship?

Part II: 4k: You and Harry are officially together (ish) but war can get in the way, though it can’t stop your happy ending

Fluff 49, 66, 91: 686, Harry Potter x Reader: (49) “You are my love” (66) “Our relationship is the most important thing to me” & (91) “I love you so much it physically hurts”)

Tom Riddle:

The Drooping Red Silvias on the Dining Room Table: 4.5k, Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff!Reader: “Love could be remembered forever and it could be dwelled on for decades, but it didn’t last forever. Nothing did. Not a truly happy smile. Not the Red Silvias on the dining room table. Not even love.”

Neville Longbottom:

Neville Got the Girl: 1.6k, Neville Longbottom x fem!Reader: Neville feels insecure compared to his longterm crush, Y/n.

George Weasley:

Love is Blooming: 2k, George Weasley x fem!Slytherin!Reader: After your initial meeting, you and George become fast friends, but what if there’s more under the surface?

Pretty Pink Hair: 1.5k, George Weasley x gender-neutral!metamorphagus!Reader: Being friends with the twins results in the best time of your life, but when George begins to distance himself, what’s going to happen?

Draco Malfoy:

Merry Malfoy: 568, Draco Malfoy x gender-neutral!Reader: Draco feels like being festive, and who are you to refuse?

Billy Hargrove:

Highway to Hell: 4k, Billy Hargrove x Reader: After being stuck in the Upside Down for a month, you return, only to have to fight off the same monster that had been haunting you there, but what sort of friendships can form out of a bit of shared trauma and good taste in music?

Steve Harrington:

Holiday Headcannon: Steve Harrington x Bob Newby!daughter!reader: You come to Steve on your first christmas after your dad died and feelings are revealed

Not ‘X reader’:

Steve and Will Headcannon: Will has a nightmare.

all of my harringrove stuff is under #harringrove and #mediocre—writing

[cxptain-carol]

𝐢𝐢. 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲 | 𝐟.𝐰.

◊ part one - part two - part three

◊ summary: madam pomfrey’s helper, y/n, doesn’t care for the ever-popular sport that is quidditch. but throw in an injured fred weasley, a week together in the hospital wing, and a sprinkle of innocent flirting and she might just have to change her mind.

◊ pairing: fifth year!fred weasley x fem!reader

◊ word count: 2.7k

◊ warnings: most of the story’s set in the hospital wing (no blood is mentioned), there’s one (1) no-no word in this part, not really a warning but reader is implied to have a female best friend

◊ genre: good ol’ fluff

◊ this part includes monday, tuesday & Wednesday

Hurriedly, you fixed your bed in the silence of the dormitory. All of your friends were asleep: it was the crack of dawn according to the clock on your bedside table. You could only imagine the green grass that shone with the silver dew of Monday morning and the sweet, serene ripples on the lake. Sadly, you had no time to watch the sunrise.

You hastily hung your tie around your neck and tucked your shirt into your pleated skirt as you slipped on your shoes, trying to be as quiet as possible as to not wake the other girls. Spraying on a bit of perfume and clasping a dainty necklace at the back of your neck, you packed your bag for the day, grabbed your wand, and dashed out of the room.

The empty common room was slightly messy from the night before. Your house, for some reason, was always in a festive mood on Sundays and most of you clambered into the common room to hang out and eat (as someone always brought food).

Quickly leaving the common room behind, you made your way through the grand staircases—which, at this time, were dressed in the pink sunlight of the morning that reflected on the stone walls and glimmered in the paintings’ golden frames—and to the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey had given you a key to unlock the doors and since you assumed she was still sleeping, you retrieved it from the bottom of your bag and unlocked the heavy wooden doors before tiptoeing through.

To your right, the brunette girl from yesterday was sitting up against her pillows and reading a small scarlet book. She looked up and gave you a friendly smile which you cheerfully returned. In the corner of your eye, you saw a head of unmistakable bright red hair and turned to your left.

Crossing the room, you observed Fred as he slept peacefully. His freckled face was showered with that same pink sunlight and you felt a weird feeling in your chest: like it wasn’t just the shimmering sunrise, you were seeing Fred in a different light.

Trying to pay that no mind, you dropped your bag and looked at his ankle. It didn’t look any worse and there were no visible signs of pain on his face. You felt a little sad at that as he’d probably be discharged quickly. Wait, why would that be sad?

Once again attempting to shake your confusing feelings, you checked on the girl and left Madam Pomfrey a little note on her desk to let her know you had stopped by. Taking one last look at Fred, you scooped up your bag and left to sit alone on the barren grand staircases before they filled with students, hungry for breakfast and groaning at the existence of Monday.

-

You sighed and dragged your feet along the brightly lit corridor. Monday’s classes had just ended and all you wanted to do was get back to your common room, take a shower and curl up in your four-poster. But instead, you were walking to the hospital wing, trying to ignore the many students who sat lounging on benches and chatting with friends.

Wrapping your fingers around the dark brown handle, you pulled open one of the doors and stepped inside. It was much quieter compared to the hall outside, thankfully. You hung up your bag at the door and moved towards the back of the room to greet Madam Pomfrey.

You had almost made it to the door of her office before she came bursting out, holding a large bottle and whispering to herself. She hurried over to a small boy in the third bed on the left who looked awfully green.

Worried, you came over to see what was going on.

“Particularly nasty potion, dear. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to take this afternoon off,” Madam Pomfrey replied, now stirring something in a glass jar.

“I guess I’ll be on my way then; see you tomorrow!” You skipped over to the only occupied bed on the right side and peered around the privacy screen.

“Freddie,” you whispered in a sing-song voice.

He was awake, but in some state of rest.

“It’s Y/N. I’m going to do my homework now. Just wanted to say hi.”

“Bye, Y/N,” he breathed out, and you let out a silent little “aww” at his half-asleep self.

But the boy across the room let out a horrible retching noise and you cringed, shooting Fred one last glance before making your way to the doors, grabbing your bag, and setting off in the direction of the library.

-

The next day was much worse.

You had spent so long working into Monday night that you were completely tired out. You slept in, only waking up to your best friend shaking you, and spilled pumpkin juice down the front of your robes at breakfast.

Thinking that the day couldn’t get any worse, you confidently volunteered your Strengthening Solution to be critiqued by Snape in front of the whole class. It turned out that you had changed directions when stirring it (how he could even tell that was beyond you) and he promptly took away five of your house points.

After being bitten by a Fanged Geranium in Herbology and dropping one of your books over the side of a staircase, knocking out a second-year Gryffindor which lost you five more points, you were ready to walk right out of class and hide in the library. The final straw came when Professor McGonagall dropped a graded essay on your desk which you instantly knew would bring your Transfiguration average down significantly. Thankfully, you had chosen a seat towards the back of the room when you started to cry.

Your friends were busy after class so that left you alone, trudging through the hallways, easily the most unhappy-looking student in the entire castle. It didn’t help that you passed by a Ravenclaw boy in your year who audibly remarked “She looks like hell” to his friend.

Now a confusing mixture of sadness and anger, you dragged yourself into the hospital wing and hung your bag beside the door. Right next to the hooks was the sink which you turned on quietly, running your hands under the water and lathering them in soap before reaching over to dry them off on the hanging light blue towel.

Fred was awake when you carried over some fresh bandages and set them down beside him.

“Y/N, I was hoping to ask if-” he paused, watching you as you sat down on his left side.

“Aw, Y/N no,” his happy expression turned into concern: you could tell he noticed your tear stained cheeks and red eyes.

“What happened?” You softened at the genuine care in his voice.

“Well,” you began with a sigh, “I had a shit day.”

“Aw, I’m sorry-” Fred inhaled sharply and shifted, causing you to look at him oddly.

“What was that?”

He had seemingly regained his composure and glanced at you briefly as if he hadn’t just malfunctioned in front of you.

“Thought about calling you something, decided against it,” he replied. You smirked, already feeling a little bit better.

“And what name was that?” You questioned. Laughing as if you had said something amusing, he cutely tapped the tip of your nose.

“Now that, Y/N, is something I will never tell you.”

Shaking your head with a sigh, you looked out the window, inching closer to the table at Fred’s bedside and resting your elbow, which propped up your cheek, there.

“Something bothering you?” He asked quietly. “Did Snape bully you?”

You chuckled, turning to look at Fred. That nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach returned. Everything about him was suddenly very attractive to you and you felt yourself sweat as you locked eyes.

“Yeah, a little bit, I guess.” Subconsciously, you chewed your lip.

“That’s it—as soon as I get out of here, I’m fighting him.”

You chuckled, not missing the way Fred looked at you with a slight grin on his lips.

“Why so intense, though? You’ve never paid me much attention in Potions,” you replied, looking at him quizzically.

“Rubbish. You’re adorable, how could I not watch you?”

His words made you freeze, your cheeks now incredibly warm. You hid your face in your hands, peeking at him through a gap between your fingers.

“Oh, don’t be like that. You know you’re cute.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Sitting up straight again, you tried to ignore your heated cheeks and summoned a cup of water which you hurriedly drank.

“Besides that, you have quite a bit of work to catch up on,” you said hastily, summoning from your bag the list you had printed neatly for him. Before handing it to him, your eyes landed on the lengthy Charms homework you had to finish tonight. Eyes widening, you shoved the list into his hands.

“Fred, I’m sorry, but I think I have to go. I forgot about that Charms assignment,” your face fell: you really didn’t want to leave him.

“Aw Y/N, it’s okay.” He shrugged, setting the list down as he tilted his head, looking at you in a way that you could only describe as sweet. You changed your mind.

“You know, maybe I can get a pass from Flitwick since I work here,” you mumbled, sitting back down and returning his affectionate gaze.

“I’ll stay.”

-

You woke up happy Wednesday morning. Despite the unfinished Charms in your bag, you had a spring in your step as you made your bed and got ready for the day. Your friends were slightly confused by this behavior, but you were far too shy to explain it.

You and Fred had spent Tuesday evening talking, once again, about whatever crossed your minds. Turns out, he’s smarter than he lets on. You let slip accidentally that you don’t really mind him and his brother and their constant pranks, which led to him teasing that he would make sure to do something extra special just for you. Amidst the laughing and joy, you two talked about school and your friends as well. Fred apparently couldn’t stand Cedric Diggory, for not only beating Harry to the snitch in Gryffindor’s only loss, but also just being all-around perfect. You reassured him that no one was perfect and that you’d take his company over Diggory’s any day, which made his ears turn a light shade of pink.

Remembering all this, you fought the urge to skip through the empty halls before breakfast on your way to the hospital wing. When you reached the doors, you swung them open cheerfully and set down your bag. Madam Pomfrey was busy with a girl you had never seen before and told you to look at two coughing boys laying in adjacent beds.

You took their temperatures and asked them some questions (they had been clumsily messing around with jinxes, to no one’s surprise) before you heard someone behind you.

“Psst!”

You turned around and raised your eyebrows at Fred, who was laying with the covers pulled up to his chin.

“Good morning, Y/N!” He whisper-yelled.

“Morning, Freddie,” you replied quickly, turning back to the boys.

“Y/N?”

You turned around again, eyebrows raised once more.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked this in a somewhat timid voice.

Closing your eyes as if to say “Are you serious?”, you shook your head and swiveled around.

“As I was saying-”

“We heard it,” the younger-looking one cut you off.

“Well then, I’m off to breakfast. Don’t cause any trouble with Madam Pomfrey, okay?” You jokingly pointed back and forth at them, standing up after hearing their sniggers.

You sighed and began to walk away but before you could finish crossing the room, Fred was talking again (this time at a normal volume).

“I know I told you yesterday but you really are- hmm,” Fred’s sentence was never finished as you reached out to softly ruffle his hair and stare down at him adoringly.

“I’ll see you in a bit, Freddie,” you called out as you began to walk away. He pouted and stretched his arms, “reaching” for you when you made it to the doors.

“Oh, come on, it’s not even for that long. You’ll be fine.”

Much to your surprise, it turned out to be you who was missing Fred. Throughout the morning , you found yourself complaining that classes were moving too slow, teachers were talking too slow, students were walking too slow—basically everything about Wednesday was much too slow for you and there was seemingly no reason why.

Eventually your friends coaxed it out of you and seized every opportunity to tease you relentlessly about your little crush on Fred. You were just about ready to die from embarrassment when George Weasley passed you and your friends in the corridor, at which they happily resumed their playful taunting loud enough for him to hear.

It was all in good fun, however, as you knew they just couldn’t understand how you, the most anti-Quidditch person they knew, ended up crushing on a Gryffindor Beater. You explained that he was more than just a Beater, and that you weren’t really anti-Quidditch, you just hated going to the matches.

Soon enough, you bid your friends and all of their giggling farewell before walking through the halls on the way to the hospital. Okay, maybe you skipped a little bit.

When you opened the doors, you were surprised to find George was already there in casual conversation with his brother. You silently passed by the two of them and went to look for Madam Pomfrey. She came rushing out of her office as usual, bottle in hand.

“Oh, hello Y/N. You can just help out with her,” she motioned towards a fourth-year Hufflepuff, “-and Mr. Weasley today. I’ll have you know that he just couldn’t stop staring at the door all afternoon, waiting,” she said with a knowing smile on her face. Your face warmed at that, and you took the potion from her hands with a quiet “thanks” before bringing it over to the girl’s bedside. From over your shoulder you heard the twins talking.

“I know, I know, but-”

“Whatever. Good luck with Y/N.” You made out George cutting Fred off with the hint of a smirk in his voice. As soon as you finished helping the Hufflepuff, he had left.

Now walking over to Fred, you were even more flustered at George’s comment, and twisted your necklace between your fingers and chewed your lip.

“That’s only the second time I’ve seen your brother visit you; did he stop by while I wasn’t here?” You asked, plopping down in the chair beside him.

“A couple times,” he answered, running a hand through his hair. “Snape bother you today?”

You shook your head.

“Believe it or not, I’m starting to get bored of being in here,” he said, looking at you with a smile. You grinned as well, charmed by his infectious energy.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I feel like this makes me look weak.”

You rolled your eyes.

“There’s nothing weak about getting injured during a fight and having to heal, Fred,” you responded calmly, leaning back in your chair.

“Y/N, I think you just described the exact definition of weak.”

“Come on, you got hurt during Quidditch. Girls love Quidditch players. Look on the bright side,” you replied.

Fred smiled to himself and looked away from you, but didn’t say anything.

“What, you don’t care for female attention?”

He shook his head and stared back at you again. “No, it’s not like that.”

“Then what-”

“Y/N!”

Both of your heads turned in the direction of the voice, its source standing at the newly opened doors.

Your best friend’s face turned smug as if she had caught you doing something you shouldn’t. She walked over slowly, looking back and forth at you and Fred, smirking.

“Hate to steal Y/N from you Fred, but I’m afraid I need her,” she stated airily.

“Oh, it’s fine,” he answered, sitting up straighter. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

He waved and as your best friend tugged you out of the room by your arm, you waved back.

“Bye, Fred!” You managed to call out before you were pulled outside.

You decided at the last second not to call him Freddie. Judging by the smug look your best friend wore as soon as you two were out of earshot, you made the right choice.

[arwendeluhtiene]

15th Century Burgundian gown/fem!Gryffindor cosplay WIP: making a conical steeple hennin

My first ‘serious’ attempt at textile-related crafting - with the aid of my fellow cosplayer-in-mischief PilarErika ^^, was this 15th Century Burgundian conical steeple hennin for my Burgundian reenactment (also doubling as a 15th Century!fem!Gryffindor cosplay and a Noldorin court gown). It’s also my first experience at the ‘I have to finish this cosplay the night before the con’ because we made more than half of it the very night before travelling to the con xD

And because this is also a fem!Gryffindor cosplay (15th Century version xD), would the hennin actually be the Sorting Hat, seeing as the Sorting Hat was actually Godric Gryffindor's hat xD :D? I’m all for Hennin!Sorting Hat here xD!

Materials I used: Buckram/burlap fabric for the base (two layers), wire, long wood sticks (3X), dark red and gold patterned damask  for the lining, normal thread to sew it all. Gold organza for the veil and black velvet for the strips that hold the hennin in place.

See picture descriptions for info about the steps I followed.

Also, some tutorials I studied for this project: Steeple hennin , truncated hennin, another truncated hennin. And my Pinterest board with references.

My 15th Century Burgundian gown/Festive fem!Gryffindor cosplay posts

DeviantArt

Facebook cosplay page

[stuff-of-pi]

Fem!Godric Gryffindor

Yes, these were taken at the Renaissance festival over the summer. I just think this is the perfect fem!Godric Gryffindor getup. Keep a lookout for more this summer!

[nerdy-bookworm-1998]

Masterlist

Last updated 23/03/19

Marvel

Gretchen's 200 Follower Writing Challenge Masterlist

Takeout Night - Reader introduces the boys to a new cuisine

A Gift-Wrapped Christmas -(Bucky Barnes x reader) Reader helps Bucky with some wrapping

Big brother - (platonic!Steve Rogers x reader) Steve helps reader after a breakup

Christmas Angel - (Bucky Barnes x reader) Reader takes Bucky Chrismtas shopping

Christmas in the Woods - (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes) The boys pick up their Christmas tree

Happy Birthday - The team throw a surprise birthday party for reader

Christmas Fever - (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes) The boys find reader crying in the middle of the night

Snowed In - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Bucky and the reader get stuck in a snow storm

Christmas Claustrophobia - (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes) Reader has a panic attack when she gets stuck in the attic

The Gryffindor and the Hufflepuff - Reader helps the boys find their Hogwarts Houses

Mistletoe Kisses - (Loki Odinson x Reader) What happens under the mistletoe, stays under the mistletoe 

Belonging - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Bucky comes home to find reader locked up in her room

Teacher’s Pet - (Student!Steve Rogers x Professor!Reader) Steve Rogers is a teacher’s pet

Lost - After a terrible accident, reader ends up in the Marvel universe

Widow's Bite - Imagine Natasha beating the shit out of your abusive ex

Puppy Eyes - What happens when the boys use their puppy eyes to drag reader into an animal shelter

I’ll always catch you when you fall - (Peter Parker x Stark!reader) Peter’s first mission with the team after the dusting doesn’t go to plan, reader cheers him up

Trust Me - (Bucky Barnes x reader) Bucky takes reader on a ride

Confident - (Stucky x reader) What’s wrong with being confident?

Birthday Surprise - (Stucky x reader) It’s your birthday

Welcome to the jungle - Tony turns the team into animals

A Father’s Fear - (Steve Rogers x Reader) What happens when you tell Steve you’re pregnant

Sickday - (Steve Rogers x Reader) Steve takes care of a sick reader

Concussion - (Stucky x Reader) Reader has a concussion

Thunderstorm - (Skinny!Steve Rogers x Reader) College AU where Steve and the Reader spend time together in the library while it rains outside

Full Throttel - Biker AU! What happens when a bar owner gets caught in a war between two rival MC’s

One Call Away - (Steve Rogers x Reader) Steve is always one call away

Scorpia - What happens when the Barton sister no one knew about shows up at the Avengers Compound littered with injuries?

Jazz Girl - (Stucky x Reader) Reader takes the boys dancing

Heart of the Ocean - (Stucky x Reader) Mer! AU Steve is a selkie who is mated with merman Bucky. What happens when they discover a group of merpeople hunting a human woman?

Sparring Time - (Stucky x Reader) Steve and Bucky decide it’s time for the reader to learn hand to hand combat, but she has a few tricks up her sleave

The Bet - (Stucky x Reader) Tony, Sam, Nat and Wanda take a bet on how fast the reader will show her hand (companion piece to Sparring Time)

Love Machine - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Reader gets a big surprise when meeting Bucky's furbaby for the first time

The Arranged Marriage - (Prince!Steve Roger x Princess!Reader) Victorian era au where Steve and the reader are betrothed but cannot stand one another, will the sparks fly or will everything go down in flames?

Baby Blues - (Stucky x Reader) The boys come home to find the reader near tears because she can’t calm down  their daughter

Puppy Love - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Bucky and the reader find a box of puppies for sale and decide to take them home

Beg for Mercy - (Hades!Bucky Barnes x Persephone!Reader) Even the king of hell bows to his queen

The Distraction - (Steve Rogers x Reader) Steve is shocked to learn it’s his turn to play the distraction

Yes, Alpha - (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) Reader is being stubborn about staying in bed until her alpha steps in

Home - (Stucky x Reader)  After a rough day at the compound Steve and Bucky find out what home means to them.

The Howling Commando - (Stucky x Reader)  tony organises a Halloween party and fem!reader goes dressed in a howling commandos uniform and Steve and Bucky are just: 'error. Supersoldier.exe has stopped working'

Occupational Hazard - (Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff)  Steve learns the hard way that Natasha always carries a blade wherever she goes.

Super Soldiers and Panic Attacks -  Steve and Bucky help the reader with a panic attack in the happiest place on earth.

Christmas in July - The team wake up to find the compound full of the smell of Christmas

The Necromancer - Necromancer Bucky is encouraged by deceased reader to find Steve

Festive Spirit - The reader loves Christmas and Bucky is a bit of a Grinch

Snowballs and Hot Cocoa - Day 1 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. It’s the first heavy snowfall of winter and the team spends it playing in the snow before snuggling up with some hot cocoa.

The Annual Cookie Baking Bonanza - Day 2 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. The reader wakes up early to bake Christmas cookies, only to be sent back to bed once Bucky, Steve and Sam arrive back from a mission

Operation: Deck the Halls -  Day 3 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. The reader is on a mission; to decorate the Avengers Tower living spaces before the team wakes. Will she succeed or will she fall asleep before the task is complete?

Carols and Cuddles - Day 4 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar.  Steve, Bucky and the reader are enjoying a quiet evening at home when they get a very, not so very unexpected surprise.

Girls’ Night In - Day 5 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. The girls spend the night relaxing after a long week of missions.

December Date Night - Day 6 of my 25 Days of Chrismtas Celebration Calendar. It’s date night for Steve and Y/N. Steve plans on making it absolutly magical

The Christmas Tree Lighting -  Day 7 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. The town closest to the compound is holding their annual tree lighting ceremony and have invited the Avengers to attend but not everything goes smoothly, luckily Steve and Bucky are there to save the day.

The Annual Stark Christmas Gala - Day 8 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar.  It’s time for the annual Stark Christmas Gala, but Y/N isn’t really in the mood. Maybe a new friend can turn that around.

Online Shopping - Day 9 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar.  All Bucky wants to do is go home, curl up with his best and do some online shopping, but she has other plans

Signed, Sealed and Delivered - Day 10 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar.  Y/N gets Fury an early Christmas present. Fury is not very jolly, or so they think.

The Annual Avengers’ Family Christmas Card - Day 11 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. It’s time for the annual avengers family Christmas card and Steve gets a little more than just a photo out of the deal.

The Mystery of the Secret Santa - Day 12 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar.  The Secret Santa strikes and Clint knows exactly which lab tech with their own secret and a supersoldier boyfriend is responsible.

Crafts for Christmas - Day 13 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar.  Peter helps y/n make some Christmas baubles.

Snowstorm -  Day 14 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N is stuck in a snowstorm on her way home, but not everything is as bad as it seems.

Going Home -  Day 15 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N is on her way home for Christmas when Steve drops a bomb on her.   

Turkey Sandwich with a side of Vomit - Day 16 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N gets food poisoning from a turkey sandwich. Luckily Doctor Barnes is there to make it all better.

Snowy Slopes and Broken Bones - Day 17 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N, Steve, and Bucky go on vacation and Steve wants to go snowboarding.

A Disney Christmas -  Day 18 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. When Tony announces a Christmas vacation Y/N is the personification of the energizer bunny, but not everything is as it seems.

Avengers Pajama Party - Day 19 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar.  It’s time for the avengers family holiday pajama party and y/n has a little surprise for Bucky.

A Snowy Engagement - Day 20 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar.  Bucky and y/n go for a snowy walk in Central Park.

The Winter Wedding - Day 21 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Bucky and y/n get married in a Christmas Eve wedding. Part of my Lost universe.

A MC Christmas -  Day 22 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. It’s Christmas time at the Howling Commandos MC. Part of my Full Throttle universe.

Flannel Shirts and Reindeer Skirts -  Day 23 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N takes Bucky home for a family Christmas at the Barton farm. Part of my Scorpia universe.

The Festive Education of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes - Day 24 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N teaches Steve and Bucky about Christmas.

The Yule Feast -  Day 25 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar. Y/N and Steve have their own private yule feast with their children. Part of my Arranged Marriage universe.

The Ice Queen’s Secret - When Bucky and Y/N get stuck together in a dingy cabin during a snowstorm secrets are revealed

Steven’s Secret -  Y/N has been very busy lately with juggling her job, studies and spending time with Steve Rogers, her boyfriend of two years, causing Steve to distance himself from her. What will happen when she hears him talking to Sharon about telling his girlfriend where he’s been for the last three weeks?

A Pep Talk From The Past -  Bucky gives himself a pep talk before asking y/n a very important question.

Solving the Mystery of the Secret Valentine -  Two months after Bucky finds out y/n is keeping secrets from him it all comes to a head when the compound is attacked, or is it?

The Misunderstanding -  Bucky thinks y/n is cheating on him with Steve, but everything is not as it seems.

A Dinner to Die For -  No one goes after y/n family and gets away with it, no one.

Audiobook of Love -     Steve and Bucky are missing their best girl while on a mission, but she has a special surprise  for them.

Migraines and Movies - Tony drops everything when his daughter needs him.

Scrapes and IHOP Pancakes - Nat and y/n have a post-mission breakfast

Trick or Treat - It is Brooklyn and Sarah’s first time going trick or treating, and their Avengers aunties and uncles love their costumes

Tolkien

The Royal Artist - (Thranduil x elf!reader) Thranduil meets the reader on a beach and is so entranced by her that he invites her to stay at the palace, but she has her own past that she is running from, will it finally catch up with her?

The Bookelf - (Thranduil x Elf!Reader) Thranduil finds a distraught reader in the forest and takes her under his wing

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