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Brewing Affections

ONESHOT: Brewing Affections ~ Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Smut, Angst

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"Hurry up, Garreth, we're going to be late!" you groan as you look behind you while your brother struggles to take out his wand from his robe.

"Relax sis, we still have a whole five minutes," he retorts.

You sigh. "It's not a short walk to the potions room, you know," you reply, rolling your eyes as you turn back around. "You always make us late."

"Do not!" he retorts.

"Oh really? Last week, we were almost 10 minutes late to charms, and the week before, we were 15 minutes late, and the week before—"

"Okay okay, I get it!" he grumbles. "We'll make it, though. Besides, who's going to care?"

You sigh. He doesn't understand the importance of being punctual. You, on the other hand, are a stickler for being on time. It's the one thing you don't need to be smart to do at this school.

Finally, after a seven-minute walk, you arrive only slightly late to Professor Sharp's potions class. The two of you stand by your cauldrons with the other 7th year Gryffindors who tell you that Sharp is still writing something down on his desk, and hasn't begun. Unfortunately for you, this causes Garreth to stick out his tongue at you and say, "I told you so!"

You scoff, "Whatever."

The two of you get ready for the lesson, pulling out your vials, measuring spoons, and ingredients. But when Professor Sharp is finally ready to start class, he clears his throat and begins to explain that today's class will be slightly different. "Today," he says with a bit of a proud grin on his face, "I will be pairing you up with different partners. Good practice for some of you who can't seem to get along with the other houses in here."

"I swear to god if he pairs me up with that wannabe pretty boy Sallow," Garreth begins to complain to Leander on the opposite side of where you sit, "I'll fucking quit this class."

You roll your eyes. Garreth has always had a rivalry with Sebastian. It's not really a rivalry, but more so that the two are complete opposites of each other. You don't usually pay it much mind. They're both on rival quidditch teams, and have different opinions on nearly everything so it's pretty normal. However, the fact that they're both so competitive makes their arguments much worse.

"Now, please listen carefully, for I will not be repeating myself," Professor Sharp continues, "When I call your names, you will go sit across from your partner. Understood?"

There are a couple of quiet mumbles of "Yes Sir," before Professor Sharp continues.

"Mr. Cromwell, with Ms. Jones."

"Lucky Cromwell," Garreth nods to Leander.

"Ms. Huxley, with Mr. Prewett," Sharp continues. "Hm, then I'll have Ms. Weasley with Mr. Sallow."

Garreth's head immediately turns to yours and he mouths, "Better you than me."

You, however, just shake your head and shrug your shoulders. It's not a big deal to you, even though the two of you can't get along, you'll at least be able to get the job done.

You watch as Sebastian slowly makes his way across the classroom to your station. You're not sure why he's moving so slowly, but you think it might be his ego weighing him down.

"Better keep your hands to yourself, Sallow," Garreth whispers to him with narrowing eyes. "Touch my sister and you're dead."

"I think you better tell her that," Sebastian smirks as he leans against the table, "She's the one who couldn't keep her hands off of me yesterday."

Your eyes widen. What the fuck is he talking about?

"What the hell are you talking about?" Garreth's voice is rising. "You lying—"

"Hey hey," Leander holds his arm out in front of him, "Don't get yourself in trouble with Sharp."

Sebastian is smiling to himself as the four of you watch Professor Sharp call the rest of the class to their new stations. Once Garreth is gone, you're left to deal with Sebastian on your own. It's then that Professor Sharp gives directions, explaining that he will be giving each table their own, unknown potion and are expected to brew it before leaving the room. "Teamwork," he tells the class. "Will be imperative to completing this potion I promise you've never attempted to brew before. And, I have a feeling it will take some time," Professor Sharp shakes his head.

You try not to ignore how close Sebastian is getting to you as Sharp passes out instructions on a small piece of paper. Once you receive yours, you read it aloud to Sebastian.

"You know those directions are never accurate," he sighs once you finish, picking up way too much Serpentine Shadowroot than needed.

"Are you serious? I don't think Sharp would give us a mystery potion with incorrect directions," you shake your head as you snatch the shadow root from his hand.

"Yes, I am serious. You must not be familiar with Sharp's techniques then. Remind me, are you new here? Do you need me to teach you, Y/N," Sebastian grins, leaning in close.

You roll your eyes. "Don't pretend like you know him better than anyone else. You're always trying to prove yourself to everyone."

"And what's wrong with that?" Sebastian asks.

"You're so annoying," you shake your head as you measure out just the right amount of shadow root.

"You really want us to fail, don't you? Are you trying to spend extra time with me, Weasley?" he then asks you, his smirk only widening on his face.

"Merlin's Beard, you just can't help yourself, can you? I'm pretty sure I've made it fairly obvious I'm not interested in you flirting with me right now, Sallow," you grumble.

"Oh? Not right now?" he repeats. "So does that mean I've got a shot later?"

"Shut up, Sallow. Just read the damn directions again," you shake your head.

"Why? So you can be a goody two shoes and do all the work? That's what all your friends see, don't they?" he begins to provoke you.

"No," you shake your head. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't?" Sebastian laughs. "I think I know you and your friends a lot better than you think."

"You don't know me," you roll your eyes.

"You're right. But I'm willing to learn," Sebastian smirks.

You don't even bother replying, you just roll your eyes and reach past him to get the next ingredient. "No, that's not next!" he suddenly shouts, causing you to pull back your arm so quickly that you bump your elbow against your cauldron and spill the contents onto the floor. You glare at Sebastian as the rest of the class stares in your direction.

"You ass, what the hell was that?!" you exclaim, reaching over and grabbing his shirt collar.

"I didn't mean—" he starts to defend himself.

Just then, Professor Sharp approaches and clears his throat. You let go of Sebastian and place your hands on your sides. "Apologies, Professor, but-"

"Save it, Weasley," he shakes his head. "I suppose the whole family really is the same. I thought you were different. To the Headmaster's office. Both of you!"

***

"Back again, Sallow?" Headmaster Black shakes his head when he sees the two of you begrudgingly enter his office. "You really need to stop getting yourself sent here."

"What? But I don't always come," Sebastian insists. "Scribner lets me go almost every time!"

"Oh does she now?" Black nods his head as though he had no previous knowledge of this. "Well, she must have been feeling particularly nice then."

You can't help but chuckle quietly to yourself as Sebastian gets reprimanded. You've only ever talked to Headmaster Black a few times over the past few years, and it was only really because of what happened to your parents in Hogsmeade two years back.

"I understand the situation with your sister, Anne, and wanting to help find a cure for her seemingly unmanageable illness, but this is not the way of doing things," Black continues.

"Yes, Sir," Sebastian sighs.

Your smile fades as Sebastian hangs his head down low. You didn't realize just how poorly his sister was doing, and judging by his reaction, you can only assume the worst.

"Now," Headmaster Black begins to address the both of you, "What was the incident today in potions?"

"She—" Sebastian immediately begins, before you cut him off.

"I bumped my elbow against the cauldron and knocked it over, causing Sebastian to get in trouble for my mistake," you explain.

"No, no, no," Sebastian insists. "That's not what-"

"But that is the truth," you insist, looking at the Headmaster, "I'll gladly accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate."

"Very well," he sighs. "20 points from Gryffindor. Now, leave. I have no need for further discussion with the two of you."

"Yes, Sir," the both of you respond in unison.

As you walk out, Sebastian leads the way, not bothering to turn back or wait for you as he heads toward the Slytherin dorms. "Sebastian!" you call out hopelessly, but it isn't until you run in front of him and hold out your hand against his chest that he stops.

"What?" he snaps.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I didn't know that's why you were acting the way you were," you sigh. "I didn't realize that-"

"Piss off," he replies coldly, shoving his shoulder against yours as he continues walking.

"Please," you insist, following after him, "Listen to me, will you? I'm trying to apologize, you jerk!"

"Why?" he asks, stopping in his tracks. "Why are you apologizing?"

"Because," you reply, "I didn't realize. I didn't know that was the case. But I know what it's like to lose someone I love."

"Anne isn't dead, idiot," he grumbles before walking away. You decide not to chase after him again.

***

"Hey, Y/N," Garreth taps your shoulder. You and the rest of your Gryffindor friends are sitting in the Great Hall for dinner, but all you can think about is the events earlier in the day. "You're going to the game tomorrow, right?"

"Huh?" you look at your brother and nod. "Yeah, yeah, of course."

"Who are you rooting for?" Leander asks.

You look at Garreth who passes you a smirk, though he doesn't let anyone else see it. He then makes a kissy face, mocking the way you know Leander feels about you.

"Gryffindor," you laugh, hitting your brother in the chest. "I'm a Gryffindor, why would I cheer for Slytherin?"

"Oh, yeah, well, I know that. I just thought maybe there was a certain Gryffindor you were interested in, is all," Leander blushes, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the table.

"I don't think there is," you answer coldly before going back to your trance. You can somewhat hear the laughter that erupts from the rest of the table at Leander's expense, but you don't pay it much care.

"Oh, that reminds me," Garreth then calls to you, "what happened in the headmaster's office with Sallow? He didn't throw you under the bus, did he?"

"No," you shake your head as you glance past him at the Slytherin table on the opposite side. "But I did cost us 20 points."

"Fucking serious?" Garreth grumbles as he turns his head to face the rest of the Slytherin table.

"What is it, Garreth?" you ask, still looking over as well.

"They're all just fucking pricks," he growls.

Sebastian isn't hard to spot at the table. He's rather tall and has a commanding presence, and that's not even counting his enviously soft hair and strong jawline. He sits, unbothered, as he talks to his friend Ominis Gaunt. When Garreth turns back around, you keep your gaze fixated on the handsome Slytherin. You didn't realize it at first, but the way he treats everyone is almost like a defense mechanism. It's like he tries to gain everyone's love because he's afraid he won't get enough somewhere else.

When the two of you catch eyes, he doesn't smile, but instead, his eyes widen. It's like he's surprised, or maybe he's nervous. Maybe he's embarrassed about what happened in the hallways, or the potions classroom. Either way, you avert your eyes before anything can happen.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Garreth then asks you softly. "Nothing happened to you, right?"

"No," you reply, your voice in a whisper. "I'm fine. I think I just need some air."

You quickly excuse yourself from the table and head outside. It's a bit colder than usual tonight, but the weather is still quite pleasant. The moon is bright, and there are some clouds scattered across the sky. You decide to walk around the school grounds for some time until you finally arrive back at the courtyard.

It's empty, you note. It must be past curfew already. You're not quite sure how time passed so quickly, but it did. However, before you can head inside, you spot someone sitting on the edge of the fountain. It's Sebastian.

Seeing him makes you hesitate. You don't know what to say, really. You wish you could apologize for being weird earlier in the day, but the last time you tried, it didn't go over so well. Instead, you approach him quietly.

As you get closer, you notice that his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are red. He looks sad, almost. Is he crying?

"Are you alright?" you ask him.

"What?" he responds, quickly wiping his eyes as he looks up at you. "Y/N, what're you doing here?"

"Uh, I'm not really sure," you respond softly. "Mind if I sit?"

Sebastian nods and scoots over slightly, allowing you to join him.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, your eyes glancing towards his.

"Yeah," he nods. "Why?"

"I just wanted to make sure," you answer as you reach into your cloak and pull out a small handkerchief. You then gently hold it out to him and allow him to take it from you.

"Thank you," he says, reaching out his hand.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, not really saying much of anything. "Is there anything I can do?" you finally ask him.

"Not unless you know of a cure for Anne," he scoffs.

"Sorry," you shake your head. "But I do know what it's like to see someone you love be in pain. Two years ago my parents were in Hogsmeade when a large troll appeared and caused some trouble. They were caught in the crossfire. There was nothing I could do."

"I'm sorry," Sebastian frowns.

"It's alright," you shake your head. "The point of telling you that wasn't to have you pity me or anything. It was just to show that I know what it's like. You've got someone to worry about, but you should take comfort knowing that she's still here."

"Do you miss them?" Sebastian asks, looking at you.

"Every day," you nod.

"I know I would, too," he sighs. "If Anne were to-"

"We don't have to talk about that," you shake your head.

"Sorry," he sighs.

"No, it's okay. But it's getting late, we should head back inside," you sigh.

"Y/N," Sebastian suddenly reaches out and grabs your wrist. "Thank you. For sitting with me. And listening."

"No problem."

***

The next afternoon you walk down to the common room where the rest of your Gryffindor friends are dressed in their house's colors. Everyone is chanting about how the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin is the most important game of the season and that they need to beat Slytherin. Once everyone is ready, you head out and make your way to the quidditch pitch.

When the game is about to start, the crowd is abuzz. They're excited for the game to begin. It's the only time the entire school can be unified and on the same team. But before the game begins, Leander Prewett, dressed in his Quidditch uniform, approaches you with a pale face.

"Leader?" you begin, but before you can ask him why he's not getting ready for the game, he bends over to his left and vomits up whatever he had for lunch.

"Shit," you grimace. "Are you okay? Do you need some help?"

"No, I'll be fine," he shakes his head.

"You don't look fine," Cressida, one of the other 7th year girls, remarks.

"Cress, not now," Leander grumbles. "Y/N, please take my broom to Garreth. He said he's been wanting to use it so figured I'd give it to him since I can't play."

"Yeah, sure, but, uh, you really didn't need to walk all the way out here to give my stupid brother your broom. He's got his own," you sigh.

"Well, maybe I also partially wanted to see you," he smiles.

You chuckle softly. "I'll get this to Garreth. You go back to your room and rest."

As Leander nods, you walk to the side of the pitch toward the Gryffindor locker room. However, finding yourself preoccupied with thoughts of the night before, you enter the locker room and come face-to-chest with a tall, muscular Slytherin. Shit, you mutter to yourself, you've walked into the wrong room.

As you take a step back from the situation that you'd quite honestly love to be a part of in any other situation, you realize that the bare chest belongs to none other than Sebastian Sallow who's only dressed from the waist down. Finding yourself embarrassed, you look up and away from him before apologizing.

"Ah, hey there, Y/N," he calls out to you, grin ever present on his face. "Don't worry, it's not the first time a girl's seen me shirtless. You can look."

You roll your eyes. "Not interested."

"Are you sure about that?" he questions, his tone playful. "Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to let you know how grateful I am for what you said to me last night. You definitely did cheer me up and now I'm ready to kick some Gryffindor ass."

After he speaks, the rest of the men in the locker room erupt in an uproarous cheer. A few of them whistle as they crowd Sebastian, but you can still manage to spot the wink he sends your way before getting enveloped by his excited teammates. You roll your eyes as you walk out. Maybe you shouldn't have taken the fall for him in Black's office yesterday.

***

After returning from your delivery to Garreth, you walk up to the stands where the rest of your friends have saved you a seat.

"What's up, Cress?" you ask, taking your seat beside your friend who is folding her arms over her chest.

"Imelda," she grumbles, "is such a narcissistic bitch."

"What'd she do this time?" you sigh.

"She's the reason why Leander can't play!" Cressida exclaims.

"No way, are you serious?" you question.

"Yes! She gave him some weird potion so he'd get sick and not be able to play. We saw her on the way up to the stands laughing as she drank some kind of pink concoction. When I called her out, she just laughed and walked away," Cressida shakes her head. "It's fucking despicable."

"Oh wow," you reply. But before you can say anything more, the whole crowd shouts in an uproarous cheer. The game is beginning.

As the players fly around, hyping up the crowd before they play, Sebastian's broom stops just in front of where your group of friends happen to be standing. "I swear," you grumble, "this guy is fucking everywhere lately."

Cressida chuckles and nudges you in the shoulder before her breath suddenly hitches. Sebastian, his broom still stopped in front of the section where you are, blows a pink-lipped kiss towards you.

"Oh, Merlin's Beard," she gasps, grabbing your arm and holding it tightly. "He's flirting with you."

"Piss off," you mumble, trying to hide your embarrassment, "He's just an ass."

"He's so fucking cool," Leander shakes his head. You look at him in confusion as he gazes at Sebastian like a lovesick puppy.

"Why are you still here?" you ask with a nudge to his side. "Go home, Prewett!"

Finally, the lanky Gryffindor takes your advice and returns to his dorm room to rest. You're thankful. At least you can finally enjoy the game without worrying about him.

The crowd begins to cheer again when the game starts. Both teams fly around and try their best to score as many points as they can. But about halfway into the game, lightning strikes and the balls begin to act up.

"Think they're going to stop it?" Eric Northcott asks the group.

"No way, they can't stop it now!" Hector Jenkins adds.

"But if they don't, someone could get really hurt," Cressida adds.

That's true, you think to yourself. You're worried about Garreth, especially because he's not even on his typical broom.

Soon, your worry only intensifies as one of the Bludgers begin to act erratically. The crowd turns to panic as it rushes past the fifth row.

"Fuck," you breathe out. "It's headed right towards where Sebastian is!"

"Come on, Y/N, let's get out of here!" Cressida calls out to you.

"I'll be right there!" you reply, watching as they rush off before jumping down to the pitch. In all of the pandemonium, Sebastian gets knocked off his broom and nobody else seems to notice. "Sebastian!" you shout, running as fast as you can to his side. When you finally reach him, his body is bruised and bleeding from the fall. "Hey, Sebastian," you call to him, kneeling beside his body. "You need to get up."

"No," he groans, "I can't. Fuck, get the hell out of here, Weasley. It isn't safe."

"Hold on," you tell him, fumbling around in your clothes for your wand. Then, without another word, you Floo both you and Sebastian out of there. For some reason, the place your brain takes you to is the Room of Requirement.

When the two of you arrive, the room shifts into a sort of medical room. You immediately stand up and rush around for whatever bandages you can find. Sebastian manages to make his way over to a cot where he lets out a deep sigh.

"What the fuck was that?" he grumbles.

"I'm not sure," you reply.

"And why the fuck did you take me with you?" he continues.

"You were hurt and needed help," you retort, pulling out a vial of wiggenweld and some bandages.

"So what? Why did you help me? What happened to hating me?" he questions.

"I don't hate you," you answer. "You're just an ass sometimes."

"Oh yeah?"

"Don't make me regret saving your ass," you shake your head as you lift up his head and place a pillow beneath it. "Now drink."

"Are you serious?" he asks.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"There are a million things wrong with that," he answers.

"Well, you're not really in the best position to be telling me what to do," you scoff as you place the vial in his hand. Sebastian begrudgingly drinks it as you dab the blood off his head with a damp towel. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"You're so frustrating," he sighs, relaxing against the pillow as you accept the empty bottle back from him.

"Better to be frustrating than an asshole who leaves you bleeding out in the pitch," you smile to yourself. "Now get up, I'm bringing you to Nurse Blainey."

"No!" he quickly insists.

"No?" you look at him.

"Please," he shakes his head, reaching out and taking hold of your arm.

"Why not?"

"She's going to have a fit about it, and I don't want her yelling at me again," he replies. "I've been there too many times this semester. I don't want the lecture. Especially not with you there. Black will certainly have my head."

"Well what do you want me to do then?" you roll your eyes as you fold your arms over your chest.

"I dunno," he shrugs, hissing in pain when he accidentally moves his shoulder, "but maybe we could just stay here."

"Seriously? You're really going to be a baby and make me stay with you here all night? There's no way," you shake your head.

"Why not? Is it 'cause of before? I meant what I said, Y/N, it's not the first time a girl's seen me with my shirt off," he smirks as he attempts to sit up on his own.

You groan to yourself as you sit beside him on the bed. The two of you talk for a while, mostly about your siblings. You don't argue at all, just talk like genuine friends for the first time. Eventually, you begin to feel tired. It's only natural, considering the events of the day.

"Do you want me to walk you back to your room?" he asks softly, slightly waking you up from your half-slumber.

"Hmm?" you grumble, looking over at him.

"Do you want me to walk you back?" he asks again, a small smile growing on his face.

"Mhmm," you nod, "yeah, but, um, could we maybe wait one more minute?"

Sebastian chuckles as he stands up and grabs you by your hand. You feel suddenly a bit more awake as he pulls you to your feet and allows you to stand so close to him this time without saying anything to ruin the moment. "Come on, let's find the way out of here."

The two of you look, you really do, but neither of you can find the exit. "Are you sure there was a door?" Sebastian asks.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I mean, it's supposed to take you wherever you need it," you shrug. "Maybe there was no door because we don't need it. We just need to sleep."

"Does that mean the room is telling us we should sleep together?" Sebastian raises an eyebrow.

"That's not what I said," you grumble.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," he chuckles. "But, um, are you okay with staying here?"

"I guess so," you sigh. "There aren't any other options, right? But there's only one cot."

"Don't look at me like that," he shakes his head. "I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor. I'm a gentleman."

"Sure you are," you roll your eyes.

"Oh, come on, Weasley, I thought we were over all that animosity," he shakes his head as he takes a step toward you. "And don't worry, that threat from your brother is clearly engraved in my brain. I won't touch you. Promise."

"I wasn't worried about that," you shake your head.

"Oh, really?" he chuckles. "Good. Then we should probably get some sleep."

With a sigh, you turn away from him and reach down to the hem of your shirt. Before you pull it up, you stop and look over your shoulder.

"What is it?" he asks.

"Stop watching," you insist.

"Oh, right," he laughs, shaking his head as he turns the opposite way to presumably do the same. You quickly take the opportunity to strip down and put on the shirt the room offers to you. It's a long shirt, which is fine. But the problem is that the shirt has no shorts to match. You take what you can get, though, and turn back to face Sebastian.

Your face heats up at the sight, and you hate yourself for it. Sebastian has nothing but boxers on, and he's already lying face-up on the cold floor.

"I won't look," he says, gazing up at the ceiling. "You can join me if you'd like."

"I'm good," you scoff, sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing your arms.

"Okay," he nods, his voice soft.

"Sebastian," you begin.

"Yeah?" he replies.

"Thanks," you whisper.

"What was that?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Sallow," you shake your head.

"Alright," he responds. "I'm going to sleep. You should, too."

You don't respond, just lay down on the cot and shut your eyes. However, despite how hard you try, you can't fall asleep.

After what feels like an eternity, Sebastian speaks up. "Y/N, are you still up?"

"Uh huh," you answer, your eyes still closed.

"Can't sleep?"

"Not really," you shrug, opening your eyes and looking at him.

"What's on your mind?" he asks.

"I'm not sure," you tell him.

"Want me to keep talking to you until you fall asleep?"

"That might be a good idea, Sallow. You could bore me to sleep," you scoff.

"Oh, really?" he chuckles.

"No," you shake your head. "Talking to you is actually... kinda nice."

"Wow," he laughs, "you know, I didn't think we'd ever get along."

"Me neither," you answer honestly. "But it's not as bad as I thought, I guess."

"Yeah," he agrees. "I like being friends with you, Y/N. And if you need to talk, I'm here for you. And I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"Okay," you nod.

"And, hey, thank you again for saving me out there. That could've been really bad," he sighs.

"I didn't want anything to happen to you, Sallow," you answer softer this time.

After that, silence befalls the two of you again, but in your mind, the silence is so overwhelmingly loud.

You're not sure what it is, but something inside you forces you to grip tightly onto your blanket and sit up from the cot. You take a few steps and kneel down beside where Sebastian is trying to sleep. He looks over at you, puzzled, but waits to hear what you have to say before making any remarks.

You feel so stupid in your mind, but without a single word, you bend down and press a soft kiss against his lips. After the fact, you quickly pull back, your face hot as the fire whisky you drank the last time Gryffindor won a match.

"Weasley, what was-"

"Sebastian," you interject, "do you like me?"

"I don't know," he replies honestly. "You make me feel so many things."

"Do you want to find out?" you ask quietly.

Sebastian answers by grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap. His hands slowly run up and down your body before finally settling on your thighs. When he kisses you, it's hungry and desperate, like he's been holding it back all this time.

"Shit," he hisses as you bite his lip, pulling his hair. "You're a fucking tease, Weasley."

"Shut up, Sallow, and touch me," you grumble, kissing his neck before he has a chance to respond.

"Merlin, you're fucking incredible," he breathes out as his fingers slip underneath the hem of your shirt. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I wouldn't be on your lap otherwise," you reply, leaning back a little so he can lift the shirt over your head.

"Fuck, look at you," he growls. "So fucking beautiful."

His hands trail up to cup your breasts, allowing the weight of them to fill his palms. His thumb traces around your nipple, and your head falls back as you let out a soft moan.

"Sebastian," you whisper, gripping his shoulder. "Don't stop, please."

He leans forward and begins kissing down your chest, his lips trailing between your breasts before reaching the space between them. He licks a line from the top to the bottom before gently sucking your skin, earning a small whimper from you.

"Sebastian, please," you beg, pushing your hips down against his. You can feel his hard cock against you, and it drives you wild.

"What's the matter? Impatient?" he smirks.

"You're an asshole," you reply, moving your hand down his warm torso and allowing your fingers to linger above the band of his boxers.

"Yeah, well," he replies, his hands resting on your hips as he pushes his erection up against you. "I just can't help that."

You smirk and kiss his lips once more before leaning back and allowing him to hover above you. "Do whatever you want to me, Sebastian," you whisper against his ear. "I'm yours."

"Fucking hell, Y/N," he curses before his hands grab your sides, pulling your hips against his. He grinds his hips into you, and the friction drives you mad.

"More," you moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "I need more, please."

"You're such a good girl," he breathes out. As he whispers words of praise in your ears, you look up at the ceiling and notice your reflection in the glass. Your eyes widen and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Sebastian," you gasp, your fingers curling tighter into his hair.

"What is it?" he asks, his hands still on your hips.

"The ceiling," you mumble, turning your head. "It's reflecting everything."

"I know," he chuckles.

You playfully shove him back as you realize that he must've been watching you this whole time, despite saying he wouldn't.

"That's fucking embarrassing," you scoff as he pulls himself closer to you again.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "I couldn't help myself. I did try my best to keep my eyes off, but I couldn't. You're just too gorgeous.

"I like hearing you say that," you admit quietly.

"I'm glad," he replies. "Now, come here."

You lean forward, expecting another kiss, but instead, he rolls you over. You now lay on your stomach, and he kneels behind you. "Do you have any idea how many times I've fantasized about seeing you like this?"

"Really?" you ask, looking over your shoulder at him while his hands slowly caress your ass.

"Absolutely," he nods. "You drive me wild."

As your face heats up, you bury it into the blanket beneath you.

"Don't be embarrassed," he tells you, leaning forward and grabbing a fistful of your hair. "I want to hear everything. No holding back."

"Okay," you breathe out.

Sebastian's hand trails down your spine and stops right above your ass. "Tell me, have you ever done this before?"

"Y-yeah," you reply.

"Who was it?" he asks.

"Doesn't matter," you shake your head.

"Hmm," he hums before bringing his hand down to slap your ass. "That's not what I asked."

"Sebastian-"

"I'll only ask once more, Y/N. Who was it?"

"Eric," you mumble.

"Interesting," he remarks. "So, is that why he always makes sure to sit near you?"

"No," you answer.

"Did he touch you like this?" he then asks, his fingers slipping beneath your panties, between your folds, and gently circling your clit.

"Ahh, Sebastian, fuck," you whine, trying to push your hips back against his hand.

"Answer me, Y/N," he demands.

"Yes," you nod, biting your lip.

"What else did he do to you?" he asks, his fingers tracing over your wet cunt.

"He-" you stop, a whimper escaping your lips when his fingers slowly pump inside you.

"You're so wet," he remarks, his voice low. "I doubt you could get this wet to just anyone, Y/N. How many times did you fuck him?"

"I-I'm not sure," you stutter as his fingers begin to work faster.

"Oh, you little liar," he shakes his head.

"Twice," you blurt out, and his fingers stop their ministrations. "Just twice, okay?"

"And did he ever make you cum?" he then asks, his breath hot against your ear.

"N-no," you shake your head. "Only-only once."

"Well, we'll see if I can do better than that," Sebastian chuckles.

"What?" you gulp, not quite sure if you heard him correctly.

"I said, we'll see if I can make you cum harder than he did."

"Fuck," you groan, closing your eyes.

"What was that, Y/N?"

"Please, Sebastian," you beg, pushing yourself up on your elbows.

"What do you want, baby girl?"

"I want you," you whine, trying to push your hips back against his fingers. "I want you to make me come."

"Good girl," he chuckles, his other hand rubbing your clit as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you.

"Sebastian!"

"Come for me, princess."

Your orgasm rips through you and causes your legs to tremble. "Shit," you curse.

"Are you alright, baby girl?" he asks softly.

"Yeah," you nod, and you can feel the smirk on his lips as he plants a gentle kiss on your shoulder blade.

"We're not done yet," he reminds you, his fingers slowly moving away from your cunt and toward his mouth. "Turn around."

You watch him lick his fingers, tasting you, and it sends a chill down your spine. "You taste incredible, baby girl."

"You're an ass," you grumble.

"Don't you know how to take a compliment, darling?" he chuckles, his eyes locking with yours as he grabs your ankles. He pulls them apart and kneels between them, his face hovering inches away from your dripping pussy.

"Sebastian," you whisper.

Sebastian hums in response as he sticks out his tongue and drags it up and down your slit. You whimper softly and try to squeeze your thighs shut, but Sebastian grabs them and forces them open.

"Don't be embarrassed, darling," he coos.

"Shit," you shake your head, grabbing the sheets beneath you and fisting them into your hands.

"You're so fucking hot," Sebastian groans, his mouth working fast against your cunt.

"Fucking hell, Sebastian," you cry out.

"What's wrong, baby girl?"

"I'm so sensitive," you shake your head, your hips squirming against his face. "You're making me crazy."

"Good," he chuckles, his hands sliding underneath your thighs and lifting your legs over his shoulders.

The room begins to spin around you, and your mind is lost in a fog. Everything feels like it's happening so fast. The feeling of his mouth and fingers is enough to drive you wild, but his tongue is absolutely insane.

"Fuck!" you scream, arching your back as he slips two fingers inside you.

"You like that?"

"Yes," you gasp, your nails clawing into his skin.

"You want more?"

"Yes, yes, fuck, yes," you whimper, tears forming in your eyes.

"Tell me, baby girl," he smirks, his fingers moving faster, his tongue moving slower, "who makes you feel this way?"

"You," you answer, biting your lip.

"Louder, baby girl. Tell me who makes you feel this way."

"You do!" you yell.

"Again."

"You, Sebastian," you nod, tears streaming down your face. "Only you. You're the only one that can make me feel this way. Please, Sebastian, please."

"Please what, Y/N?"

"Fuck, please don't stop," you cry out.

Sebastian, finally satisfied with your answer, moves his tongue and fingers faster. Your eyes roll back and you can barely breathe. You feel as if you're drowning, and the only thing keeping you afloat is the feeling of his hands on your body.

With a scream, your whole body spasms, and your muscles tighten. Sebastian's fingers slow down and eventually stop, but his tongue continues. He takes his time licking you clean before pulling away. "Mmm, you're so fucking delicious," he smirks.

"Fuck, I hate you," you groan.

"No, you don't," he smiles.

"Shut up," you grumble as the two of you shift your positions.

The next thing you know, Sebastian's standing above you while you're on your knees, holding your hair and fucking your head. You close your eyes and take all of him, moaning against his length.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, the things you do to me," he hisses, his grip on your hair tightening.

You moan against him and swallow him down, gagging a little as his tip hits the back of your throat.

"Shit," he gasps.

Your head bobs up and down his shaft, and his cock throbs in your mouth.

"Fuck," he grunts, "you're going to make me come."

You pull off him and lick the tip of his cock.

"Fuck, such a little tease," he growls, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. "Don't think that just because we're doing this, I'm going to be nice to you."

"I don't expect you to be nice to me," you reply, smirking as his eyes widen. "But you're not the only one who can tease."

You take his cock into your mouth again, and his hands move to the back of your head, holding you in place. His hips thrust forward and back, fucking your throat.

"God, you're a little slut," he groans, his cock twitching in your mouth.

"Mhmm," you nod, pulling him deeper down your throat.

"Fuck," he hisses.

He pulls his cock out and strokes it quickly, and his come shoots out onto your face. It covers your cheeks and your nose. You make no attempt to open your mouth until he's completely done.

"Damn, Y/N, I didn't know you liked getting dirty," he chuckles. "Go ahead, you can taste it."

You stick out your tongue and lick the tip of his cock. He groans as you clean his shaft.

"Fuck, I could watch you do that all day," he shakes his head.

Once you're finished with him, you pull back and gaze up at his half-lidded eyes.

"Shit, baby girl," he smirks, kneeling down and cupping your face. He leans forward and glides his middle finger across the mess on your face before telling you to open your mouth. Without hesitation, you part your lips, and he pushes his finger in. You suck it, cleaning off the bitter fluid, and his cock twitches as he watches.

"You're amazing," he tells you, kissing your cheek. "Come here."

He guides you to your feet and leads you to the edge of the bed. He sits down and pulls you onto his lap.

"So, what happens now?" he asks.

"I'm not sure," you shrug.

"Well," he begins, "I suppose we should go to bed. It's late, and tomorrow is a new day."

"That's true," you nod. "But you haven't fucked me yet."

"Do you want me to?" he asks, his hands sliding up your thighs and squeezing your ass.

"Yes," you reply, biting your lip.

"Good," he smiles, "because I'm not done with you, baby girl."

The two of you laugh as Sebastian rolls you over. You lay on your back, your head resting on the pillow, and Sebastian hovers above you.

"Are you ready?" he asks, stroking himself above you.

"Idiot, get a condom," you smirk as you push him off of you. "I thought you said I was the impatient one."

"Oh, right," he chuckles, grabbing his wand and conjuring up a condom.

"Hurry up, Sallow," you tease.

"Merlin, you're a bossy one," he groans.

"Yeah, yeah, just hurry," you roll your eyes.

Sebastian slips the condom on and leans forward, placing a soft kiss against your lips.

"Are you ready, baby girl?" he asks, his lips lingering near yours.

"Mhm," you nod, biting your lip.

Sebastian reaches between the two of you and positions his cock at your entrance.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathes out, kissing your neck and slowly sliding inside of you.

"Ahh," you whimper.

"Fuck, so tight," he groans, pushing further inside. "You're so perfect."

"Sebastian," you gasp as his cock fills you. "Slowly..."

"Don't worry, darling, I've got you," he smiles, leaning down and capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

His hips move slowly at first, his cock stretching and filling you with every thrust. But as time passes, he begins to move faster.

"More," you pant, "I need more."

"You like that?"

"Fuck, Sebastian, fuck me harder," you beg.

"God, Y/N, the way you say my name," he growls, slamming into you. "It drives me crazy."

Sebastian reaches his right hand up to yours and grips tightly. You look up at him with wide eyes as his thumb strokes the back of your hand.

"Do you feel that?" he asks.

"Yes," you nod.

"I'm so close, baby girl. Fuck, I'm so close."

Your eyes begin to water as you glance down between your two bodies. He's so deep inside you, and it feels amazing.

"Come for me, Sebastian," you whimper, biting your lip and clenching around him.

"Shit, Y/N, I can't believe I waited seven years for this," he pants. "Merlin, and I'd do it again, too, just to get the chance to see you like this. To feel you."

His grip on your hand tightens as he pushes himself as deep inside of you as possible. Your orgasm rips through your body, causing you to cry out.

"That's it, darling," he whispers. "I'm right there. Come for me."

Sebastian thrusts one more time, and you feel his cock pulse inside of you as he comes.

"Fuck," he groans, collapsing beside you. "That's so worth getting hit with Weasley's crucio curse."

"Can you not talk about my brother right now?" you smile as you roll to your side to face him.

"Right," he nods, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Sorry."

"It's okay," you tell him, tracing the lines of his abs.

"That was fun," he tells you. "I do hope that wasn't a one-time thing."

"Yeah," you agree.

"Good," he smiles, placing a kiss against your forehead.

The two of you spend the night talking, and you end up falling asleep in each other's arms. You hate to admit it, but you do enjoy spending time with him... And it's not until the next day that you feel the repercussions of sleeping with a Slytherin.

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The following morning, you appraoch the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall to a bunch of worried faces.

"Where the hell have you been?" Garreth asks as you sit beside down beside him like nothing out of the ordinary happened the night befoer.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you scoff, reaching for a plate of roasted potatoes in front of you.

"You didn't come back to the room last night," Cressida remarks. "Where'd you sleep last night?"

"Uh," you mutter as you try to avoid the conversation by drinking a large cup of orange juice.

"Y/N," Garreth begins, "where did you sleep last night?"

"Well," you begin, setting your glass down and looking over at him, "I slept somewhere else."

Leander nearly chokes on his apple juice as he realizes the meaning of your words.

"I told you not to do anything stupid!" Garreth shouts.

"And I didn't," you shrug.

"You're unbelievable," he groans, shaking his head.

"Who was it?" Cressida asks you curiously. "Was it Northcott?"

"Couldn't've been him," Leander shakes his head. "He was with us."

"Well if nobody was missing from the Gryffindor dorms then that means..." Cressida trails off. "Y/N! You didn't!"

"Wait, what're you implying?" Garreth intervenes. But before anyone can say anything else, the Slytherin quidditch team approaches where you are all seated.

"Hey there," Imelda smirks at your brother. "How's everyone's breakfast? I hope you're enjoying it since it's the last one you'll be eating."

"What's that supposed to mean, Reyes?" Garreth scoffs, looking up at the girl.

"Nothing," she replies, her smile growing. "But, uh, Sallow has something he wants to give back to your sister."

You've never seen Garreth's head whip around so fast in your life when he realizes what Imelda is implying. When he notices the sorry look on your face he stands up and glares across the table at Sebastian. "YOU DIDN'T!"

"Um, Garreth, let's just go outside and-" you try to reason with him as you grab his hand

"No!" he replies, pulling away from your reach.

"Garreth, please," you beg.

"Not a chance in hell," he scoffs. "I'll fucking kill him, Y/N!"

"I didn't realize it was going to be like this," Sebastian shrugs, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"What did you think was going to happen?"

"I didn't really think about it, Weasley," he answers with a shrug.

"Yeah, that sounds like you," Garreth sneers.

"Listen, man, it's not what it looks like," Sebastian begins, his hands coming up in front of him as if to defend himself for Garreth's inevitable attack. "What I mean to say is, I thought Y/N would have already told you. I, uh, actually do like her."

"You can't be serious, Sallow," Leander speaks up, a frown etched across his face. "There's no way. You're a snake. A vile, evil, despicable snake, and Y/N doesn't belong with a Slytherin."

You, Sebastian, and Garreth all roll your eyes at Leander's comment. "Stay out of this," Garreth grumbles.

"No," Leander insists, stepping closer to Sebastian. "This isn't right. This isn't fair."

"Why not?" you question, turning to him.

"Because... because it just isn't," Leander replies. "He's a Slytherin, and you're a Gryffindor, Y/N."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything," he shakes his head. "You're our friend. Not his. I won't lose you to-"

Before Leander can say anything more idiotic, Sebastian waves his wand and effectively shuts Leander up with a silencing charm.

"I know what you said, Weasley, and I can understand why you wouldn't want me being with Y/N, but the fact is, she does like me," Sebastian shrugs.

"And why should I trust you?" Garreth sneers.

"Honestly," Sebastian begins, taking a deep breath, "I have no idea, and if I were you, I probably wouldn't. But ask her for yourself."

When Garreth turns to you, your whole body tenses up. How much more embarrasing could this get? You're attracting attention from nearly the whole room and the last thing you want is to be the center of the school's gossip.

"Is he telling the truth, Y/N?"

"Yeah," you sigh, your gaze landing on the ground. "He is. As much as I'd rather not admit it."

"Why?" Garreth asks.

"Because... because..." you shake your head.

Garreth sighs. "Fine, Y/N, if being with a Slytherin obsessed with dark arts and practicing the Unforgivables is what makes you happy, then I can't stop you. Just, promise me that I won't ever have to see the two of you... together."

"Gross," you grumble.

"I don't practice the Unforgivables..." Sebastian says while scratching the back of his neck, as if he's trying to convince himself.

"Yeah whatever," Garreth sighs as he sits back down. "Are you sitting with us or not?"

Sebastian's smirk widens as he sits down across from the two of you. The look on Cressida's face is priceless as she scoots over to make room for him.

"Oh, I'm definitely sitting."

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felix felices, or liquid luck f.w. x fem! reader.

my masterlist

irl mutuals dni (你没有看到我）

music choice; yo bro wtf

t.w.: swearing. (sorry i couldnt help myself)

word count: 3.5k

synopsis; strangers (hallway crushes) to lovers, with the help of felix felicis potion, or the liquid luck potion!!

here you go anon! hope you enjoy <3 sorry i took so long.

im so sunburnt help

(slightly inspired from my own events but let me tell you i died inside. i hate chemistry oh my lord, potions reminds me too much of it lol)

warnings; not proof read. 3 (?) mentions of y/n, a really stupid misunderstanding. reader is described with hair that can get blown into their face.

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everybody knew fred weasley. it was impossible not to, as they were hogwart's most well known pranksters since the era of the marauders.

of course, you did not happen to know him well enough yourself. you had a couple of lessons with him, such as; potions, herbology, and arithmetics.

His brother and he never really contributed anything to class discussion, only ever helpfully supplying mischief and jokes, and whatever they deemed interesting to themselves.

however, you noticed him wherever you went. It seemed as if it was almost impossible not to, he just happened to pop up randomly everywhere. In hogsmeade, in the hallways between classes, and in your dreams. (not in a weird way you weirdos).

Maybe the first time you ever really started thinking about him was when he appeared in your dream…you weren't too sure. But soon enough, you began thinking about him way too much, counting down the lessons till you could see him again in a next lesson.

you began searching for him in the hallways, the common room, the dining hall. even in places you know he would never be, but it just seems like you were always looking for him.

in lessons, everything he did, you were drawn to. you knew what he had, knew what he liked, and you spoke to him only every once in a while.

'this sucks.' you'd tell your friends. they'd laugh, telling you you should just talk to him more.

which isn't really helpful. you would think.

through some miracle ( or horror, you really couldn't decide.) you ended up sitting with fred in potions. Technically it wasn't a miracle, you had just been goofing off with your friends, being too loud for dear old snapey, you'd been moved next to him.

'oh god oh god oh god oh god' was the only thing going through your head as you packed up your desk to move next to him. your friend could barely hold in her laughter, having to slap her own hand over her mouth to muffle it.

'oh shit oh shit oh shit what have i done to deserve this oh my god' is what you were thinking as you walked towards the back, brushing past george as you walked towards fred.

You sat down at his desk, and he turned his face to you, giving you a soft smile. you pray internally that your face does not erupt into flames.

professor snape, once satisfied that you are suffering, turns back to the board, tapping his wand impatiently on the board.

"today," he drawls, "we will be attempting the felix felicis potion. failure to produce a functioning potion will result in a fourteen inch parchment describing every step you made and what you did wrong." he finishes, piercing his gaze into every one of his students.

you wince. fourteen inches for a mistake? seems costly. Potions has never been your strong point. (for the purpose of this, we're gonna pretend fred is excellent at potions.) You pray to the gods above that you don't mess this up for fred.

as snape sits down on his desk, working through marking some paper. as you get up to go get the ingredients as fred sets up the cauldron. you come back, setting down the ashwinder egg, squid bulb, murtlap growth, thyme occamy eggshell, and powdered common rue on the desk.

fred smiles again, thanking you for your help.

"so we have to set in the ashwinder egg first. you wanna do it?" fred asks, as you tie up your hair. he watches as you do so, and you nod, trying to fight off any embarrassment.

he steps back from the cauldron, letting you do so. your hands are shaking and you are doing everything in your power to stop it. in your haste, you knock over the murtlap growth, but before it falls, fred's hand flashes out, catching it in his hand.

"sorry!" you apologise frantically, and he laughs. It's the nicest laugh you've ever heard, deep and infectious, a laugh you'd be able to hear across the room and still recall years later.

"don't worry. i caught it." he says, setting it back on the table.

you smile, avoiding eye contact. you manage to finish the task, and with his help with mixing, the felix felicis is done. while he was mixing, you tried to pretend not to notice his hands. they're nice, to say the least. his hands are rough and calloused from years of being on the quidditch team, as a beater. he's got small white scars littered across his hands from years of experimenting with george over their joke shop products. you have to drag your eyes away.

The felix felicis potion is finished, and it's the most beautiful shade of gold you've ever seen. You would describe it akin to what you would imagine liquid gold to be, and it fits perfectly into a little vial the size of your middle finger. all that work for a little vial no bigger than your middle finger.

it's still the most valuable potion in the world, though.

the potion has large drops of gold leaping across the surface like goldfish, but it never seems to spill out of the vial. you put the stopper over it, and you hand it to fred, your fingers brushing against his warm ones in the process.

"thanks." he seems to whisper, even though he speaks at normal volume.

"we work well together, i think. usually i can't even get a basic potion done." you tell him, laughing a little.

"i bet that's not true." he responds, the corner of his lips upturned.

"it is." you laugh.

you both return to your seats after setting all the equipment away, and as the first group finished, it means you get to present it first.

snape looks at it approvingly, the first time he's ever regarded something you've done, as done well. you can't help but smile, and snape speaks. "i'm glad that you were able to work well once i removed you from your friends. mr. weasley will now be your partner."

you stare at him in slight disbelief, before shrugging and saying, "yes professor snape."

"as the first students done, and the best potion made, you may keep it. decide amongst yourselves which of you gets it." snape finishes, before shooing you away from his desk.

you both stare at each other, your eyes meeting his hazel brown ones. "you have it-" "i don't want-" you both say, before he tries to hand it to you.

you push his hand away, shaking your head, "it's alright, you can keep it."

"no, i think you should keep it. after all, you need it for potions, right?" he jokes, pushing it into your hands.

you gape at him in mock shock. "how could you say that! We only did so well because of me!" you respond, in mock indignation.

he laughs, as he closes your palm over the small vial, and you realise you've lost. however, you decide, you will sneak it into his bag when he's not paying attention.

the end of the lesson has never come so fast. And for the first time in your life, you're slightly disappointed to leave potions. before leaving you levitate the felix felicis potion into his bag with your wand, and you grin wickedly. you'll just have to see him in your other classes later.

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Fred Weasley thinks he is absolutely screwed. After a year of having a crush on a girl who he does not talk to often, despite sharing three lessons with her, he is now partners in potions with her for an indefinite period of time.

He doesn't know when he first noticed you, but god, is he glad he did. he thinks you may be the prettiest girl he's ever seen, with the brightest smile, and the sweetest personality.

so imagine his surprise, that this sweet girl, has gotten in trouble for talking so much (he doesn't care, he liked listening to your voice)

while you were freaking out and chanting 'oh shit' in your head, something similar was going through fred's. george coughs, unsuccessfully hiding his laugh behind it. fred elbows george to get him to shut up as you approach the table, and george gathers his things, to leave. he winks at fred, before walking to your previous seat next to your friend, flashing a quick and easy smile.

fred wishes he could talk to you so easily, and he tries his best not to show his nervousness, flashing you what he thinks is an awkward smile. (it isnt, it looks natural as hell, not to mention hot as hell)

while you make the potion, he watches you with fervour, as if he's scared he'll miss a single movement you'll make, hungrily soaking up your smiles like a man starved.

every touch feels like something he's been missing, like a hot cup of chocolate after a walk in winter, and he's scared he's going to get addicted.

he wants to give you the felix felicis, and is happy when you finally give up. after potions, in herbology, he reaches into his bag, to find the felix felicis. he laughs, before searching across the classroom for you.

when he makes eye contact, he raises an eyebrow, holding it in his palm to show you, his heart fluttering in his chest. he looks as composed and calm as ever to you, but he knows differently.

it becomes a game, the felix felicis. it takes over several months, and you start to get creative with it, hiding it in his mail, he hid it in your textbooks somehow, you hid it in his hair, etc etc.

it became a competition, who could come up with the craziest spots. after you hid it a couple months later in what you hope was his jacket pocket.

it's been awhile since you had first sat with fred in potions because of professor snape, and you're so happy to say that you've grown closer over the months, even spending time together out of lessons at cafes to study, or in the library together.

after hiding the felix felicis in his jacket pocket while on a walk with him in the winter months, you wait for his turn.

one day passes. nothing happens. another day, and another. four days later, and it still hasn't turned up yet. where is it? you wonder. you check for it everywhere you go, turning your entire dorm upside down searching for it.

he couldn't have lost it, right? it was in his jacket pocket. could it be that he's bored of this game, and he just decided to keep it? must be.

you're disappointed, of course, it was very enjoyable. but there's nothing you can really do.

imagine your surprise, when you walk into the dining hall, to see fred standing with his brother, and what- what's that in his hand? none other than the felix felicis.

you watch as he takes a swig of it, setting the rest of the vial in his pocket. his brother pats him on the back in what seems to be encouragement, and he walks over to your friend.

he smiles at her, and she smiles back. they talk and for some reason your heart starts to get a bit heavy.

'did he just drink the felix felicis just to talk to her?' you ask yourself. unable to stand there and watch, you turn around and walk out of the dining hall, threading your fingers through your hair, brushing it away from your face.

something dark, sick and familiar is brewing in the pit of your stomach, it's pulling, pushing your heart strings.

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fred weasley is going to ask you out. he toys with the felix felicis vial in his pocket as he waits for you to enter the dining hall, turning it over and over again in his pocket as he leans against one of the columns with george.

you don't show up for awhile, and fred's wondering where you are.

"go ask her friend." george states, pushing him forward, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

fred hypes himself up, and he takes the vial out of his pocket, swigging a sip as he stalks towards your friend. the liquid is thick but light in his mouth, tasting of golden hawthorn berries and honey.

he taps her on the shoulder and smiles at her nervously.

"hey. where's y/n?" he asks your friend

"she's still upstairs i believe." she responds with a smile.

she turns around to see you walking out of the hall, and her smile drops.

"oh."

"what?" fred asks.

"i think she may have misunderstood what's going on." she sighs, and gives fred a slightly strained smile. "you couldn't have waited till after you spoke to me to drink it, could you?"

fred flashes a confused look. "whatever do you mean?"

"hasn't the entire potion been a game? who could hide it the best?" your friend asks him.

"i mean, yeah, it has. but i don't see the problem…?" he scratches the back of his neck.

she rolls her eyes, muttering something about 'boys…' freds eyes narrow, and she lets out a soft laugh.

"right. think of it this way. imagine you've had a crush on this guy for ages. you're not exactly close, but you talk. you have one 'special' thing you do together. for example, hiding the potion….and then you see them keeping it for themselves….you got me?" Your friend finishes, raising her eyebrows at him.

he stares, before realisation finally dawns on him.

"oh shit." he mutters, hand threading through his ginger locks.

"well?" your friend asks, somewhat impatient. "go after her."

fred nods, sprinting across the dining hall, after you. praying to himself that he can fix this, and george throws him a thumbs up as he sprints past.

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'fuck.' you think as you sit down on the edge of the astronomy tower. you can't help but replay the moment of fred drinking the felix felicis before he speaks to your friend. he looked so nervous but so hyped.

you're not about to jump off the astronomy tower, but it's a nice place to be where you need some time alone, to think. you need that now.

that sick, familiar and painful thing pulling at your gut earlier, its back. theres nothing you can do now, but just sit back and let it happen, you suppose.

She's your friend, and so is fred. you have to be okay with it. it's not worth losing friends over.

the wind picks up, ruffling your hair into your face, tangling it into knots. the rain starts pouring down, dropleta cascading down your face.

turning your face up to the sky, you let out a deep sigh, feeling tears prickling at your waterline, fighting the tears back. 'no. you don't have a right to be upset.' you chatise.

'he's not yours. he never was.' you need to remind yourself. this isn't fair to either of them, they had no control over their feelings.

despite that, the tears continue to fall. you can't compete, this isn't fair. she knew you liked him. she knew how you felt. you literally spoke to her about it.

There is nothing. nothing you can do about this. you are just going to have to wait for the feelings to go away. it wouldn't be fair to like your best friend's boyfriend. (getting ahead of yourself, aren't we?)

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fred weasley is freaking out. he can't find you. you're not in the common room, in any of your lessons for the day (yes, he knows your schedule), you're not in any of the bathrooms (he didn't go in, he just asked the girls who came out of the bathrooms), and you're not near the black lake.

in his haste, he almost runs in to someone. "shit." he grunts

"watch where you're going!" someone says. he looks up and realises it's harry.

"oh it's you. you alright there, fred?" harry says, pulling fred up to his feet.

"harry!" fred basically shouts. "where's the marauders map?" he practically begs, and harry raises a brow in response.

"not the time. i need it." harry nods, pulling it out of his pocket, before handing it over to fred.

"oh shit." fred whispers, seeing your name pop up at the astronomy tower. how could he forget it? you told him weeks ago that it was your favourite place in the school.

shoving the marauders map back into harry's arms, fred yells his thanks to harry as he speeds through the hall, skipping steps three at a time to get to you, he stumbles a couple of times, not hitting the floor, but catching himself just in time.

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your back is to the door, and the combination of the rain and the wind prevents you from hearing it open.

"y/n? are you alright?" fred asks quietly, taking a deep breath and sitting besides you.

you turn your face away, wiping away the marks of tears before turning back to him.

"yeah. just enjoying the rain. it's nice, isn't it?" you tell him, trying to change the topic, giving him a soft smile.

you both stare off into the distance, slowly watching all the dark rain clouds move away from the astronomy tower.

he notices that you're drenched, and he sighs. he pulls his jumper over his head, pulling his wand out from his pocket as he does so. "exaresco" he whispers as you dry off.

he passes you his jacket, which you accept without a word. it's still warm with his body heat, and smells faintly of the quidditch pitch and cinnamon, tinged with a scent of something burnt.

"so. you and (friend's name), huh?" you say to attempt to lighten the mood. turning your face to him, you send him a (fake) sly smile, nudging him in the arm.

he stares at you, furrowing his eyebrows. since he finally knows how you feel about him, why are you acting like this?

"no." his reply is short, straight to the point.

you gape at him, mouth falling open and he lets out a deep chuckle, his index finger reaching out and pushing your jaw back up.

"what do you mean no?? I saw you going up to her, drinking the felix felicis." you say, pushing his hand away from your face with a confused frown.

"it wasn't for her." He states simply, hoping his answer is enough for you to finally understand his feelings.

you stare blankly at him.

"you're one of the smartest people i know, but you're so oblivious." he states, sighing playfully.

"then who's the lucky girl?" you ask him, not really wanting to hear the answer anyway. your stomach's already feeling heavy, and he's not even said anything yet. is it katie bell? angelina johnson? who else has he spoken to that he might like?

fred lets out a groan. how can you be so oblivious.

"what?" You laugh, nudging him and trying to get out an answer from him. your hands are getting cold, so you put them in your (fred's) jacket pockets. there's something cold inside, and you pull out a familiar vial.

"why would you think there's anyone else?" fred asks, eyes trained on you as you turn the vial over and over again in your hands.

that catches your attention and your eyes turn to him. "what do you mean?"

fred laughs, his hand combs through his ginger locks as he pushes them back nervously.

"I'm trying, and failing apparently, to tell you i like you." he finally says, laughing nervously again, avoiding eye contact with you.

you gape, for the umpteenth time tonight, before realising he must be joking. you force out a laugh, slightly (super) disappointed. "you're so funny." you deadpan.

"i'm not joking."

"you must be." You respond, slightly hurt that he finds something like this funny. you're facing away again, so you don't notice him look at you. something steels inside of him, and he's confident this will end in his favour.

he reaches up, his hand finding your jaw, and he pulls your face back to him.

something in his eyes is dark, and you realise for the first time, that he's not joking. there's something similar to adoration in his eyes, and it's everything you do in your power to stop from gasping.

"i'm not joking." he repeats.

you can feel his breath on you, fanning across your skin like a warm embrace.

"are you sure?" you whisper, trying to contain the butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

"yes." his response is short, sure and straight to the point. "i am"

the next thing you know, his lips are on yours, breaths mingling together. he pulls you closer, and you feel yourself melt into his embrace.

you pull back from the kiss, and he lets out a unhappy groan.

"does this mean…you like me?" you ask him.

he glares at you, and you laugh. "i'm only joking." is your response. he grins, his forehead resting against yours.

you lie your head on his shoulder, and the both of you enjoy each other's company. this all happened because of felix felics. you can't help but feel so grateful. maybe you should stop hating potions now.

#fred weasley #x reader #duckiewrites #fred weasley x reader #duckie's inbox #wizarding world #hp fandom #harry potter #george weasley #fred x reader #gryffindor reader #gryffindor #the weasleys #weasley family #asks #sorry anon it took so long #fred

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Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

I Wanna Show You Off

“Kissin' and hope they caught us, whether they like or not”

As I finished eating my breakfast in the great hall with the rest of the students, I noticed that there were a few minutes left until breakfast would end. I decided to leave early to get a head start on potions since Professor Snape hates when students are late. I said goodbye to my friends and got up to leave, not noticing the blonde boy following me. Once I left the great hall, I felt someone grab my wrist. “Y/n wait,” Draco said as he turned me around. I smiled up at him. “Hey, love, what’s up?” I said as he grabbed my waist. You see, Draco and I have been a couple for a few months now, but only our close friends know about it since we didn’t really want attention from the school. Draco kept one hand on my waist and lifted the other to play with a strand of my hair. “Babe, I want to show you up,” he said as he leaned closer to my face. One more inch, and we would be giving each other a kiss. I looked at him confused. “What do you mean?” I said, and then I heard the students being dismissed in the great hall. My eyes widen as I gasp softly, “Wait dra-,”but before I could finish, he leaned in and kissed me, cupping my face with the hand that was playing with my hair. I kissed back as we slowly started to make out. I heard the door open and a few gasps and whispers from students leaving the great hall. I blushed as I pulled away from the kiss. "Draco, what the hell?!” I whispered yelled as I felt my cheeks getting warm. He only smirked at me, “What’s wrong with me wanting to show my girl off? Now I can finally brag about it to those losers who think they have a chance with you." I shook my head, giving him a grin, feeling butterflies in my stomach. "God, I love you,” I said. “Of course you do; I'm the great Draco Malfoy after all,” he said smugly. I rolled my eyes and slapped the back of his head. “HEY! Hmph, whatever, I love you too.”

“I wanna show you off, I wanna show you off, I wanna brag about it, I wanna tie the knot”

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dreamcubed · 4 months

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back to black | regulus black x reader

song; back to black [amy winehouse] pairing; regulus black x fem!gryffindor!half-blood!reader genre; s2l, angst, hurt comfort word count; 6,3k timeline; marauders' era warnings; swearing, implied child abuse, discrimination (of muggles and muggle-borns), references to war, references to death(s) summary; autumn was your favourite season of all time, and not even your lack of mother or friendships could ruin it for you. but, maybe a brooding boy in your year could

this took me fucking forever but here it is!! and a merry christmas to all who celebrate <33

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"you went back to what you knew."

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Back to black.

Well, technically, as the first time you had only had black hair for a matter of hours before your mother scolded you for dyeing it and made you change it back. But, she was dead now, and you were about to enter the year of OWL exams at Hogwarts, so a change was well overdue.

You gazed down at your black-stained hands: the muggle way of hair dyeing had been the most spiteful way to do it. After all, your mother hated anything muggle, even though she was merely half-blood herself. Part of you suspected it was because your father was a muggle and broke her heart, but you would never be able to confirm that, since you knew nothing about the man.

With a sigh, you glanced into the mirror and observed the wet black mess on your head. It was certainly going to stain your forehead and neck.

"Fuckin' Azkaban," you murmured, noticing the stains all over the sink and floor. Maybe you should have just done it the magic way.

Well, the stains were nothing a little magic couldn't fix: you didn't care that you weren't seventeen yet, after all.

***

Quite honestly, you adored the fact that school started in Autumn, your absolute favourite season. Nothing hit the spot like a Jack O'Lantern spice latte, fresh from the kitchens of Hogwarts. You had discovered the secret entrance to it a few years back, and come by to make requests frequently.

You tightly held the warm drink as you hurried back to the Gryffindor common room before curfew hit, where no friends were waiting for you. You had always felt out of place in the red house, and had never successfully made a friend in it, let alone the other houses. They all had their distinctive groups, while you were simply an outcast. Nonetheless, you did love how Autumnal the Gryffindor colour scheme was.

Ignoring everyone who was still downstairs, you headed up to the dormitories, where you sat down on your bed and chewed on your lip for a few moments. You weren't sure what to do with yourself.

***

Regulus Black was the quiet and brooding boy in your potions, defence against the dark arts, transfiguration - and actually every class apart from divination. That didn't surprise you, as even though you had never spoken to him, he didn't strike you as a particularly spiritual man. All you really knew about him was that his older brother, the renowned Sirius Black, was in your house - and they did not get along.

He was the only person who you shared so many classes with, and that was the solitary reason that you had noticed him. Well, that and his strikingly powerful presence.

You wondered if he realised you shared so many classes together.

Probably not, though. To make up for your lack of friendships, you intensely observed the people around you, trying to pretend as if you knew them and could predict how a conversation would go with them. It was a fun game for someone so deprived as yourself, even more so when you somehow ended up in conversation with someone and got to find out how accurate in your predictions you were.

But you also loved when you were completely wrong about a person.

"A new hair colour, I see, Miss L/N," Professor McGonagall said to you as you entered the first transfiguration lesson of the year.

You nodded, "Felt I needed a change."

The witch gave you a pitiful look that made you sick to your stomach: you hated the fact that people felt the need to tread on egg shells around you because of your mother's death. You weren't upset about it - you hated the woman.

"Black suits you," she said simply, the very same second Regulus Black entered the room.

He looked up, clearly thinking his name had been called.

"Not you, Mr Black," McGonagall waved her hand dismissively, "I was referring to Miss L/N's new hair colour."

For the first time ever, you were pretty sure, Regulus Black looked in your direction and made eye contact with you. His cold grey eyes pierced through you, as if he suddenly knew every secret about you - which he didn't, you had read about legilimency and it didn't feel like that. Just as quickly as he looked at you, he looked away again, and took a seat at the back of the classroom.

You felt a shiver run up your spine - an itching, chilly sensation, that made you feel positively thrilled.

"Everyone, please take your seats," McGonagall said as the class filled up.

You looked around, noticing a few empty spots, but most prominently the space next to Regulus Black at the back of the room. Your feet were taking you towards it before your mind could kick into action, and even though you were convinced that he was glaring at you, you kept your eyes trained on to the professor as you sat down.

"This year in transfiguration, we will cover..."

McGonagall's voice faded into background noise as you became hyper aware of the boy's presence next you, whilst simultaneously doing everything in your power to make it seem like your attention was not on him but instead the lesson.

What had become of you?

***

Smudged eyeliner and a maroon knitted jumper, cold peppermint tea and torn parchment; your mind felt frantic yet empty, gazing out the window of the Gryffindor common room. Starless nights and rain against glass, blazing fire and crackling flames; you couldn't see anything outside, so you couldn't quite piece together why your eyes remained fixed on the blackness.

A sigh pushed through your lips, picking up the tea to take a sip - only for it to go down reluctantly, due to its chilly temperature. Had it really been that long since you zoned out?

Another sigh escaped you as you rose to your feet. You were the only person who remained in the Gryffindor common room, so you estimated that it was at least midnight. Definitely way too late to venture into the rest of the castle: if you cared about punishment, that was.

Pulling out your wand from your dark-washed jeans, you pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady and muttered a soft, "Lumos," into the corridor. You anticipated the scream of the painted woman asking where you were headed at such an hour, but at the lack of you turned around and saw that she was presently vacated from her usual spot. Hopefully she would have returned by the time you got back.

You knew the way to the kitchens like the back of your hand, but you rarely took it so late, way past curfew. You were, of course, cautious. It would be insane not to be in an enchanted castle such as Hogwarts, which also happened to be haunted.

Your gut sensed another presence before any of your typical five senses did: lurching as it indicated that you were not alone. You quickly whispered, "Nox," and ducked into an alcove, focusing all your energy into your sense of hearing. Delicate - very delicate - footsteps. So faint you almost thought that you were hallucinating.

They stopped right by you, and you heard a soft breath.

Why did it sound so achingly familiar, yet not like any professor's?

"Who's there?"

Regulus Black.

You stepped out from the alcove and into the light of his wand, crossing your arms in the process. Regulus took one look at you and sighed.

"What do you want, Gryffindor?"

"I have a name," you muttered, "And I would like to think you know it."

He raised an eyebrow at you, and you scowled.

"I want nothing from you, Black, I merely thought you were a teacher."

He seemed to mull over your words for a few seconds, ultimately deciding that there was no way it was anything but the truth before saying, "Very well."

The question itched on your tongue. "What are you doing?"

In the dimmed light, you could only just make out the way he pressed his tongue into his cheek, a bit more aggressively than you would hope for.

"That's none of your concern."

You narrowed your eyes, "I'm pretty sure the last time someone said that, a girl ended up dead in the toilets."

"You-" Regulus cut himself off at the sound of loud, purposeful footsteps echoing down the hallway. He muttered, "Shit," before dimming his wand light and pulling you back into the alcove with him.

You held your breath as the footsteps increased in volume, almost unaware of your hand pressed against Regulus' abdomen, and his arm wrapped around your waist.

"Are you sure he was headed this way, Mrs Norris?" the unfortunate voice of Filch asked, followed by a scratchy meow.

You pursed your lips as the footsteps got quieter, only letting yourself breathe once there was complete silence again. Still, you and Regulus remained in position for a few more seconds.

"I think the coast is clear," you murmured.

"Hm? Oh, yeah," Regulus replied distractedly, slipping out of the alcove and letting his arm drop from your waist. You hadn't noticed the warmth that much, but you definitely noticed the lack of it.

"Guess Filch is on to you," you said, to fill the silence more than anything else - which was weird, as you had never been bothered by lack of conversation before.

"Bastard," Regulus replied. Maybe it wasn't a reply, but an unrelated yet relevant comment.

You lit your wand again, and turned to continue on your journey, "I'm going to the kitchens, in case you were wondering," you had hoped it would prompt him to admit to his activities, but he simply remained silent, "You can come if you want."

You had no explanation for adding that last part.

It was obvious that Regulus' first instinct had been to say no, but he must have come to the conclusion that there was really nowhere else to go while Filch was headed off on a rampage towards his original destination. So, he sighed instead, and began trailing behind you towards the fruit bowl portrait.

"Peppermint tea, Miss L/N?" the house elf nearest to you asked after you entered the magnificent kitchens, which were remarkably similar to the Great Hall.

"Actually, I think I'll take a hot chocolate, thank you," you replied, sitting down at the end of one of the four long tables. It was too late for your preferred latte, after all.

"And you, Mr Black?" another house elf asked.

It was evident that Regulus was startled that the creature knew his name, "Americano. Black, no sugar."

You weren't surprised at his request.

"Do you have a house elf?" you asked, as you knew that the Black family was pure-blooded and wealthy.

He gave a curt nod, which you took as a hint that he wasn't interested in conversation. Luckily, the house elves quickly whipped up the hot drinks and placed them in two forest green mugs in front of you.

To your surprise, he asked a question.

"How do you know about this place?"

You shrugged, "I followed the Marauders here one night."

Regulus drew back, and you realised then what a mistake mentioning the infamous quartet was: Sirius Black was clearly a sour topic.

Regardless, you still mumbled, "I think they knew I was there."

He chuckled dryly, "Probably."

"How are you gonna sleep?" you changed the subject, gesturing towards his steaming coffee.

"I won't."

You didn't press that matter further, either. But it was then that you noticed the dark circles under his eyes, sallow and zombie-like. Yet they suited him, enhanced his eery yet attractive looks, which was probably why you hadn't registered them before. They didn't appear out of place.

"Why don't you have a red mug?" Regulus asked, taking you by surprise. He was gazing at the wall display of mugs, sorted into the four house colours.

"Miss L/N doesn't like the red mugs," a house elf piped up, placing a tray of cookies in between the two of you.

"But it's your house colour."

You sipped slowly on your hot chocolate, stewing over the words you could potentially say. "I... don't like being a Gryffindor. I've never felt like I belonged."

"I don't like Gryffindors."

You scoffed, "Never would've guessed."

He raised an eyebrow.

"All Slytherins hate us."

"Yeah, because you're Dumbledore's favourite."

You shrugged.

"That and you allow mudbloods."

You paused in your movements, "So do Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, yet you don't go on a rampage against them."

"Point taken."

The school hot chocolate was delicious, you decided, and you should really have it more.

"What's your blood status?"

You shrugged, "Half-blood."

"I'm-"

"Pure-blood, I know," you sighed, "Even if the Black family weren't a so-called noble house, I would've guessed from your comments earlier."

He stared at you: a piercing, icy glare that almost made a shiver run up your spine. Almost.

"Do you really enjoy leading such a hateful life?"

His mouth parted, before he carefully swallowed and avoided eye contact, "It's not about hatred, it's about what's right."

"And what's right is abusing muggle-borns, even though they were born wizards and witches just like us?"

Regulus said nothing.

"I think that you need to stop taking Mummy and Daddy's word for what it is," you said mockingly, "You have your own brain, form your own opinions with it."

You watched his jaw clench.

"With that, I will bid you adieu," you said, picking up your hot chocolate and a few cookies, "See you tomorrow."

He didn't say goodbye to you as you left, and you didn't wait for him to.

***

Regulus watched you as you entered transfiguration the next day: you felt it before you saw his eyes glued on to you. You ignored his attentions, still sitting next to him but making no effort to engage in conversation. He made no effort either, eventually peeling his eyes away from you when McGonagall arrived to begin the lesson.

In fact, no words were exchanged between the two of you until the very end of the hour.

"I think you're wrong," he muttered.

You looked down at your parchment, furrowing your eyebrows at the answer that you were pretty sure was correct. "It's not animagi?"

"Not about that," he clarified, "About mudbloods."

You exhaled sharply through your nose.

"They aren't worthy."

"You're insufferable," you said quietly, "The existence of muggle-borns doesn't affect you, leave them alone."

"It affects the culture of wizards and witches, which affects me."

"Maybe the culture needs changing," you spat back, "Godric knows you do."

Regulus didn't reply, and you made no further attempt to talk to him.

Not for the rest of your time at Hogwarts.

***

APPROXIMATELY THREE YEARS LATER: 1979.

***

"I can't seem to face up to the facts..." you sung quietly along to the song as you gazed into the mirror of your bathroom.

"I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax..." it was playing from your record player in your bedroom, just through the open door to your right. Your graduation gift (to yourself) had been a record player, a very pleasant addition to the house that you had inherited from your mother. Especially as she hated all muggle items.

"I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire..." It was only three bedrooms, the third being so small it could hardly fit a twin bed in, but the master bedroom was decently sized and had an en suite. And, officially being the master of the house, that bedroom was now yours.

"Don't touch me, I'm a real live wire..." You were dyeing your hair black for the third time in your life.

After dyeing it before fifth year, you had maintained the roots up until Christmas before you went back to your natural colour, and had remained that way up until now. But, you decided that you wanted your raven locks back, and so had stopped by a muggle pharmacy for some black hair dye. There was something therapeutic in doing it manually.

"Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est?" you continued to mumble, finishing up the touches of your hair, just when you heard a heavy knock on your door.

You stilled: nobody came knocking on your door. Your solitary existence remained very solitary.

Grabbing your wand off the counter, you moved into your bedroom and delicately removed the needle from the vinyl, before silently padding downstairs. You crept up to the maroon door and peered through the peephole, fully prepared to yell "stupefy" should you require.

It was the last person you expected - and considering you expected no one, that really said something.

Despite recognising the individual, you were hesitant to open the door, as you knew that said person was a renowned death eater: one of the Dark Lord's loyal followers.

"L/N, please, I know you're there," he croaked, his voice ragged and scratched.

Against your better judgement, you opened the door, only to catch sight of his ripped clothes and dripping wounds. There were bags under his eyes and his hair was longer and messy, and you had absolutely no idea what to do.

"Please, I didn't know where else to go."

You sighed, lowering your wand and stepping back to open the door wide. Godric knows that you would go to hell for helping a death eater like this.

"What happened to you?" you murmured, leading him through to your small galley kitchen. You dug through your cupboards until you found your first aid kit, and then grabbed a flannel and ran it under the hot tap.

Regulus watched you silently.

"Take off your clothes," you muttered, then added, "Except your underwear."

He obliged, and your breath hitched at the gory visuals in front of you.

"Fuckin' Azkaban."

You began cleaning him up, applying a healing potion as you went.

"I should've listened to you."

"Hm?"

"What you said about mud- muggle-borns," his eyes crinkled together, "You-Know-Who- he's... he's..."

"Batshit?" you raised an eyebrow, noting how Regulus avoided his name.

A scratched chuckle came out his throat, "Yeah."

"Did you challenge him to a duel or something?" you asked as you paused your care of him to fetch a glass of water for his throat.

"I'd be dead if I'd done that - no, I've been trying to find his Horcruxes."

"His what?"

Regulus gulped down all of the water before he replied. "There's a reason he's so fearless."

And then came his explanation and story, of how he found out about Voldemort's secret of immortality after realising that he was in the wrong, and had begun hunting down the pieces of his soul in order to destroy him for good. That led on to his explanation of how he ended up in the state he was currently in.

"The locket," he explained, "I went with Kreacher - my house elf - to this cave. I had to drink water that dehydrates you to get to the locket, and the only other water around was in this lake kind of thing. But, of course, it wasn't a normal lake. It was full of inferni."

You mindlessly continued tending to his wounds as you took all of this in.

"They started clawing at me and dragging me in - so I ordered Kreacher to leave with the locket, thinking I wouldn't survive," his voice faltered as he relived the memory, "I don't even know how I did - it's all a blur. But I couldn't go back home, or anywhere I normally go. You-Know-Who knows by now."

"So you came here?" you finally spoke.

"I- yes."

"Even though we hardly know each other."

He stared at you with darkened sorrow in his eyes, and you realised that this was far from the Regulus you knew in Hogwarts.

You sighed, pulling away from him as you finished up with the last of the injuries.

"You're the first person that came to mind," he murmured.

Your eyes flicked to the snake twisting on Regulus' wrist, the permanent sign of devotion to the Dark Lord.

"He's trying to reach me," he muttered, "Is your house well protected?"

You shook your head, "There's no reason they'd come here."

Regulus cursed under his breath, "I'm really sorry to put you in danger, please let me put some protective charms around the place."

You gestured for him to be your guest.

"Am I-"

"Yes, you can stay," you replied. You wouldn't have let him through your door if you hadn't seen the difference in his once cold eyes.

He said nothing, but gave you a look that screamed his thanks as he left through your kitchen door.

***

"He might think you're dead, you know," you said as he came back inside, while you were in the process of laying the table. He had been outside for so long that you had washed out the hair dye from your hair, which was now wet and a bit of a mess.

He didn't reply, so you looked up at his skinny and fatigued figure.

"He probably doesn't think anyone can escape his protective measures."

"Can't take any chances," he eventually murmured, taking a seat, "Thank you for the food."

You gave a small smile, sitting down opposite him. The two of you ate in a companionable silence until Regulus finally said something.

"I won't be here long. I have to continue my search."

You scowled, "No."

He paused, arching an eyebrow, "No?"

"You're in no state to do anything, Black," you said simply, "You'd be fucking useless out there right now."

You watched as Regulus digested your words, "But I can't do nothing."

You shrugged, "You haven't done nothing. I have."

"Yes, but you don't have mistakes to make up for."

The conversation once again flattened to nothing, the odd hint of tension in the air weighing down ever so slightly.

"Why did you do it the muggle way?"

"Hm?"

"Your hair."

"Oh," your eyes widened as you thought carefully, "Mainly to spite my mother."

He tilted his head in confusion.

"She wasn't a very nice woman," you explained, "Shit mother, and she also hated anything muggle. She's dead now, but I do a lot of muggle things to remind myself I'm nothing like her."

"Did she hate muggle-borns?"

You pursed your lips, "Not really, I don't think. Depends how muggle they acted. I've always theorised that my dad was a muggle and broke her heart."

"My parents were awful," Regulus murmured, "When Sirius got sorted into Gryffindor, they gave up on him. But in a way that also made things worse for me, because I was their last chance at the perfect Black heir."

You nodded.

"That's why I resent him so much."

"Maybe one day you two can get along."

He chuckled dryly, "When muggles can do magic."

***

The once sallowed dark aura around Regulus Black had morphed since Hogwarts. It wasn't brighter, that was for sure, you would describe it as a cloudy navy blue - rainy, but not thunderous. Something about him had been replaced and changed, something hard and uncaring, now softer and sympathetic. It wasn't until you were laying in your bed that night with the wind blowing against your window did you realise exactly what it was - he had been traumatised, and thus matured.

Guilt also crept into you from your darkest corners: you had stayed out of the brewing conflict from the death eaters, even though you disagreed with their values. Your cowardice had led you to self-isolate and refuse to fight, bathing in the safety of your half-blood status. Regulus Black showing up on your doorstep was karma if nothing else.

You pulled your maroon quilt further over you and nestled your head into your pillows, trying to crush the lingering sense that your life was only just beginning.

***

The whistle from your kettle blew, filling the kitchen with steam. You let out a yawn as you entered through the archway, and almost jumped when you saw Regulus stood there with two mugs before him. Living alone had been your situation for far too long.

"Good morning," he spoke, but by the strangled way he said it, it was clear that those two words had never left his mouth before, at least not as a pair.

"Morning," you raised an eyebrow, watching as he wandlessly guided the kettle through the air to pour water.

"Milk? Sugar?" he said in question.

"Milk, two sugars."

He hummed in reply, the black shirt that you had lent him clinging to his lean figure. He was skinnier than he should be, that much was obvious, but there was still muscle definition that made your stomach swarm with butterflies. You knew that you had fancied him briefly back in Hogwarts, but you had squandered those feelings when you learned of his political views.

Now he was a changed man, and he was even more attractive than he used to be, and it felt like every butterfly you had crushed had been resurrected all at once. It was overwhelming, and yet the most satisfying experience you had been a part of since the beginning of your dull adulthood.

"Here," he handed you a golden-yellow mug, "I hope it's to your satisfaction."

"Only time will tell," you replied, moving through to the living room.

You sat in a companionable quiet for a while, sipping on your tea and soaking in the ambiance of the morning.

It was when there was almost no liquid left in your mug, and your limbs were growing fidgety, that you felt words race out your mouth before you could think about them. A rushed, perhaps crossing-the-line, statement of, "Stay for a while."

You didn't know whether you meant hours or months.

***

Regulus took a turn for the worse the next day, overcome with vicious fever-like symptoms and ugly coughing fits. The mid-war conditions that you were in made it way too risky to seek professional help, especially as Regulus was a wanted death eater. So, you had no choice but to take care of him to the best of your ability: between herbal teas, homemade soups, leftover cough medicines and cold cloths pressed to his forehead, he seemed to be slowly improving. At least, he wasn't getting worse. But his body was already weakened, so his chances were worse than an average person dealing with whatever he was.

With your hair tied and sleeves pulled up, you ran the white flannel you had been using for Regulus under the cold tap, letting out an exhausted exhale. It had been approximately sixty hours since your guest was bedridden, and you had hardly slept in that time. It was quite difficult to when he would start screaming in the middle of the night during his fever dream episodes.

The pale moonlight slipped through the gaps in your vertical slit blinds, gently illuminating the white china of your bathroom sink, and probably the bags under your eyes as well. Just as you turned off the tap, you heard more screaming from your guest bedroom, so you quickly wrung out the flannel and ran back to Regulus.

"You're okay, you're okay," you murmured, pressing the cloth to his forehead, "You're safe."

His screaming stopped, and you could've sworn his eyes were slightly opened and staring at you through the darkness. "Y/N," he mumbled.

"Yes, Regulus, it's me, Y/N."

You felt his hand grip around the wrist of your hand that held the flannel in place.

"Don't leave me."

"I'm not going anywhere," you spoke gently.

"In sickness and in health..." he muttered, making you chuckle slightly.

Not forgetting the butterflies, of course.

"Yes, Regulus, in sickness and in health."

"You're... amazing..." he sighed, drifting off again into a lax slumber, his hand falling from your wrist.

You softly stroked his cheek, "Get well soon."

***

You had lost track of the days, but you knew that many suns had set and risen by the time Regulus stumbled downstairs one morning, shirtless and still evidently delirious.

"Good morning," you said, observing the man fumbling to sit down in a chair, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

He grunted.

"Feeling better then?" you asked, moving through the archway into the kitchen and setting out two mugs on the counter.

Regulus raked his hands through his hair, grunting again.

"At least you're conscious," you said half to yourself, half to him.

"Date," he said in a scratchy voice, locking his shiny eyes on to yours.

"What's the date?"

He nodded.

You gazed over at the calendar on your wall, only to realise you hadn't been crossing off the days like you typically did ever since Regulus had fallen ill. Sheepishly, you shrugged, "I don't know."

Regulus sighed.

"Sorry, I've hardly slept."

He shook his head, "Don't apologise, it's not your fault."

You didn't bother refuting that. "On the bright side, I know it's been a good few days. I think You-Know-Who would've found you by now if he was looking for you," you said, adding a, "Touch wood," and touching one of your wooden cabinets afterward.

Regulus seemed to ponder that for a moment, "I guess. Thank you for taking care of me."

"I didn't really have a choice," you replied, placing a mug of steamy tea in front of him, "But I'd do it again."

He smiled at you - a tired, but genuine, smile.

"I need to take a long shower, if you don't mind," you sighed, holding your own warm mug, "I feel gross."

"Yeah, you kinda look it."

You went to whack him, "You're one to talk."

He started laughing, which quickly turned into a coughing fit.

"Whoa, whoa, be careful," you said through laughter, "Your lungs can't take much right now."

"I'm fine," he said through splutters, "I swear."

"You should shower after me," you said when he had calmed down, "In the nicest possible way, you need it."

He didn't argue.

***

Rain pounding against the window seemed almost symbolic of the state of the wizarding world as it was: pathetic fallacy, if you will. But, you must admit, your cowardly approach to the war had led you to lead quite a cosy lifestyle in your little cottage, tucked up by fires with hot cups of tea.

At times, you considered joining the resistance, and fighting for what was right. Realistically, though, you couldn't contribute much. Your duelling skills had always been subpar and despite your alleged Gryffindor identity, you lacked courage. Surely the Sorting Hat had made a mistake all those years ago, back when you were a nervous eleven-year-old stood in front of an audience full of older kids.

Never the matter - the past was the past, and as you didn't possess a timeturner, it would have to remain the way it was.

"Something doesn't feel right," Regulus' voice made you jump out of your skin.

Ignoring your surprise, he sat next to you on the sofa.

"You don't think?"

"No," he shook his head. It had been a couple months since he showed up at your door, and these days he came and went from your home. He was currently in search of his brother, Sirius, who he knew to be a part of the resistance. Regulus had explained to you how even though they had never gotten along, he would be more likely to listen to anything he had to say than other resistance members, who would probably arrest him on the spot.

You had crafted a port key for him - something that you were in fact good at - to access your house without revealing your location. This had led to him frequently jump scaring you by appearing in your living room out of nowhere, especially since he never showed up at the same time.

"Any news on Sirius?"

Regulus shook his head, leaning back into the plush pillows, "He's as good at hiding as I am."

"At least you have something in common."

He chuckled dryly, "I just can't escape the feeling that something is brewing tonight."

"Bad or good?" you furrowed your eyebrows, but secretly you knew what he meant. A new paranoia had been itching at you all day.

Regulus shrugged, "Both. Neither. Who knows?"

You followed his gaze to the thundering sky through the window.

"What day is it?" he asked.

You thought for a moment, "Halloween."

A thunderous boom echoed outside.

Regulus grimaced, "I'll source a newspaper tomorrow. Need to find out if I'm just being paranoid."

It was right then at that moment, as lightning flashed in the sky and lit up the whole room, that you knew he wasn't just being paranoid. A historical moment was taking place as you spoke: tragic, yet hopeful.

You felt a head drop on to your shoulder, and looked down in surprise to see that Regulus had drifted off quite peacefully next to you. Smiling to yourself, you adjusted your position so he could lie on you, unable to stop yourself from indulging in affection that filled your starving appetite for touch. He nuzzled his head into you, making a light and happy sound.

Sighing softly, you let your eyes drift shut.

***

He was gone when you woke up, as often was the case. While he slept at yours almost every night, he was prone to getting back late and leaving early, desperately searching for his elder brother.

Therefore, it was quite a surprise to see him burst through the dining room door at eleven o'clock in the morning, while you were frying eggs.

"Y/N," he said breathlessly as he approached the kitchen archway, a rolled newspaper crushed in one of his hands.

"What?"

"He's gone," he said, and if it wasn't for the smile on his face, you would have thought he was talking about his brother.

You barely had time to put the frying pan down before he continued.

"You-Know-Who," he said, throwing the paper on your kitchen counter, "They're saying he's dead - but I don't believe that - either way he's gone."

You moved to look at the newspaper of moving images and writing.

"He killed James and Lily Potter," he explained, "They were friends of my brother, but apparently he couldn't kill their son. Their one-year-old son."

Eyebrows furrowed, you ran your finger over the front page.

"I hope to Merlin that he never returns, wherever he is."

You chuckled.

"Salazar, I'm so happy I could kiss you," he said quite suddenly, making your head snap up.

Silence lingered between the two of you as you stared at each other with widened eyes, becoming hyper aware of your breathing. Then, his lips were on yours, and while it was a chaste kiss, it was passionate and intimate.

When you parted, Regulus rested his forehead against yours and wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you flush against him.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he panted.

"Me too."

***

The second time you were gathered around a newspaper together was not too long later, after the arrest of Sirius Black for the murder of Peter Pettigrew and being a suspected death eater.

"At least you managed to find and talk to him before this."

Regulus sighed, "Yeah. I guess."

You said nothing.

"He was the only one who could vouch for me. I can never earn people's trust now."

"I think you'll just need to stay on the down-low."

Regulus sighed again, taking your hand into his, "Can I stay here for that long?"

You chuckled, pulling him into your embrace, "You can stay here forever."

He smiled, kissing your head.

***

APPROXIMATELY SEVENTEEN YEARS LATER: 1998.

***

"The verdict of the state versus Regulus Black is as follows..." the judge sat in the courtroom at the Ministry of Magic announced, making your breath hitch as you crossed your fingers behind your back.

You locked eyes with your long-time fiancé who was stood in the centre of the room within a mini-cell, and saw the way his Adam's apple moved in a gulp.

"Regulus Black is found guilty of serving You-Know-Who and the anti-muggle-born terrorist movement..."

You threw your hand over your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes.

"...but is hereby pardoned from punishment due to his immense aid in defeating You-Know-Who thereafter."

Never had such a large amount of air rushed out of your lungs, as your son hugged you from the side, likely not understanding the words the judge used, but understanding the look of elation on his father's face.

You didn't stop Sirius from detaching from your side and running down to the cell as they unlocked it: in fact, you ran after him, eager to hold your fiancé in your arms. You watched as Regulus picked up his son and hugged him tightly, before dropping him to take you into his arms.

Pecking his lips, you beamed up at him with joyful tears streaming down your cheeks.

"We can finally get married," he said, kissing you again.

You giggled, "Hopefully before my bump gets too big."

Regulus' eyes widened as he moved his hand to your abdomen, his smile somehow growing even wider than it was before.

"I love you," he said breathlessly.

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strawbsstarz · 2 months

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Rewrite the Stars: Draco Malfoy x reader

inspired by the song from greatest showman lol, had this idea stuck in my head for months, but i feel like i didn't give it any justice though. so sorry that it's poorly written but enjoy ^^

Warning: Angst

Pt 2 HERE

Never in a million years had you expected to be hooking up with the one and only Draco Malfoy, I mean, why would you? There was nothing good to his name other than his money, his face, and his hair and smile, and his laugh, and how easy it was to tease him and the way- okay maybe there was a couple things that you enjoyed about him.

Okay fine, he's attractive, but that's it! Looking at his pretty face from afar was enough, hearing his snarky comments about something stupid will only ruin the experience for you, at least, that's what you thought.

You were content with that, with only watching from afar, because, let's be honest, if people found out about you, a Gryffindor, someone who was acquainted with Harry Potter himself, aka Draco Malfoy's rival, was even slightly attracted to the Prince of Slytherin, imagine the rumors.

Imagine the questions from your friends. Oh merlin, you could practically hear the interrogation: "Y/N, out of all the guys in school why Malfoy? He's a total ass to everyone!" or something along those lines, and they're right, why Malfoy?

Truth is you don't even know, you just thought he was cute. It's normal for teenagers to find the opposite sex attractive, so no biggie, right?

Lucky for you, or unlucky, depending on how you look at it, he was also attracted to you. At the end of year 5, you two had a moment with one another as you cleaned a classroom during detention. You had accidentally slipped on the wet floor and he had caught you.

Long story short, you had ended up kissing on accident and it turned into a clumsy confession. After that, there was a lot of lingering tension between the two of you, people assumed it was just the rivalry between your houses. Oh boy was it far from that. There were many instances where you two would sneak off during passing periods to snog in a broom cupboard somewhere, and it was normal, teenagers being teenagers.

Year 6 felt more intimate. Other than sneaking off to snog somewhere, you two would find yourselves sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet at the Astronomy Tower to just- talk.

It was comforting. Unknowingly, you had found comfort in his presence, and sooner or later, you would realize your growing feelings for the boy. To you, all the stolen kisses and glances meant something more compared to how it started. All the talks about life, family and everything. After realizing your growing crush, you told yourself consistently that this was enough, whatever you had now, was enough.

You two had never talked about what you were. There was some sort of unspoken rule between you two. It was a secret, this was a secret. It was a fun and thrilling one at that, but sometimes, you found yourself wanting more.

You knew about his family and their pureblood views, you knew about the rumors regarding with their relations with you-know-who, you knew how your friends would react, the hesitancy of your own family about the idea of it and sure, you were scared, hell you were petrified but the idea of it was- nice? For a lack of a better word.

Neither of you were dumb. You both knew what you felt for the other. You had long noticed how he would hold you a little tighter, or kiss you a little longer than when he did in the beginning, it no longer felt purely physical and learning things with each other. You had noticed that whenever you would show him something you liked from the muggle world, despite his complaints, he would listen to every word you say intently, and from the corner of your eye, you would notice him smiling and staring at you.

"What are we?" You asked one night as you both stood at the Astronomy Tower, stargazing.

"We're wizards" He snorted as he leaned against the railing, his head looking up at the sky. You nudged his arm and scoffed,

"No you twat, I mean," you bit your lip, "what are we?"

His mouth forms an o-shaped, and silence falls between you two. It wasn't the comfortable silence you were used to, it wasn't the your-presence-is-enough type of silence. It was the type of silence where it was awkward and it made your heart beat fast with uncertainty. Was it a bad idea to ask? Should you tell him you were messing with him? "Hey! I was just joking! Ha! I got you!"

"We're... us...." He finally says. You debated on whether or not you were content with that answer, but you decide to push the topic further.

"And what exactly is us?" You lowered your head as you began playing with your fingers.

Another pause, this time even longer, and the silence was unbearable.

"Y/N..." His tone was soft, and it was gentle. It was as if he was treading lightly on the subject you two had never talked about, "You know what we are..."

Your focus continued on the way your fingers moved, "And what if..I want something more than what we are?"

He sighs, and looks down at his hands, opening and closing. It was a topic he dreaded to talk about. He knew it would be brought up at some point, but he wasn't ready to face the reality yet. He wasn't ready to step out of the comforts of the Astronomy Tower, a place that held such dear memories for the both of you. He had hoped and prayed that whatever you two had going on would stay as it is, a secret. His left forearm burned from the thoughts running in his head. He envisioned nothing but heartbreak from your relationship.

He knew what lied ahead for the two of you, and that's why he desperately tried to keep you as private as possible. He was reckless in the beginning, because truth be told, he originally didn't plan for it to go this far. He never planned to fall in love with you. He never planned this feeling in his chest to grow.

"I know about your parents, and I know about the things you're expected of. I know about the control you don't have in your life, but is it possible for me to expect something? From..from you?" You stuttered, unsure of how to approach him.

Everything stills, and you search for emotion in his eyes. Oh how he wished to tell you everything, everything that had happened in the summer, everything that happened to him, but he knows he shouldn't. He can't bring himself to tell you, because it will only put you in danger. He can't tell you because he wants to keep you safe, he needs you to be safe. You're his safe haven. All the moments you spent together is his way of escaping the dreadful reality he's now forced to live in. Every moment with you is like a dream to him, and if that dream and reality were to one day meet, how will he be able to handle the things that could happen? that would happen?

"It's not written in the stars for us..." He exhales and his eyes can't seem to look at you. You avoid each other, continuing to look far off in the distance of the sky. "It's hard...to imagine us...as more. I never really saw us becoming more than....more than what we are now.." He lied.

Of course he doesn't see himself having a future with someone muggle born, you thought to yourself. You knew that one of the many things that would keep you both apart was your blood status. You knew from the beginning, but that didn't make the pain any less than it was. Your mind began to overthink about all the reason why this wouldn't work, all the insecurities you've had began clouding your thoughts. So many reasons had popped in your head. If he could only read your mind, he would flick your forehead and tell you that all those reasons were absurd. If he wasn't caught up in the middle of his parent's decisions, he would say that he doesn't care about the blood status, he doesn't care about the lives both of you used to lead, he doesn't care about all of it, because he'll always choose you. He'll choose to fight it all for you, with you.

"The cards we've been dealt with in this lifetime, Y/N, it's really not fair. Faith will only continue to pull us away from each other." He turns his head to you, and you catch the look in his eyes, a hint of sadness displayed on his face.

"What if I decide against that? Against faith? Against destiny?" You stood up straight, your vision getting glassy. "Shouldn't we at least try?"

"It's not that easy," He starts, "there's nothing I would love more than- than to be with you." He takes your face in his hands and pulls you in closer, your foreheads touching. You melt in his embrace, your own hand cupping his. "But we can't, Y/N. There's just some doors we can't walk through."

You're eyes began to water, and you regret ever asking. How could you be so stupid? How could you be so selfish and ruin something that should already be enough? Your greed had gotten the best of you.

"What if we rewrite the stars? Draco, it's up to me and you. No one can decide what we do or how we should feel." You cry wetting his hands. He smiles softly and wipes your tears away.

"Love, I know you're wondering why because within these walls, we can be who we want to be..but I know that when we go outside- outside this place, we're gonna be heartbroken and devastated-"

"Because it's hopeless?" You cut him off. You were upset, and you knew he felt the same way too, but it angered you. It angered you how he was willing to give up without even trying, without even fighting for it.

He purses his lips, "You know I want you, but I can't...We're bound to break and my hands are tied, there's just a lot of things that are out of my control.."

"So what? Malfoy, don't tell me you're giving up?" You pushed him away, taking a step back as tears rolled down on your face, "Was it all in my head? Everything we've done? Did it not mean to you as much as it did to me? Is- Is there something I'm missing here?"

His heart quickens at the questions, he's fighting a war with himself, whether or not to tell you why. He wanted to clear up this misunderstanding. if only you knew.

"Y/N..." He tries to reach out for you but you took a step back once again.

"I don't understand why..why-" You choked on your tears, wiping it with your robe, as you began to walk past him intending to leave the tower. The serenity of the night and the cold breeze had began to suffocate you, "You're more of a coward than I thought you were."

He couldn't bring himself to run after you. He couldn't even look at you as you left. His body was frozen. His feet was planted right where you left him, and his heart ached with grief. He knew this was for the best, this was the right choice, he tries to convince himself. He knew that eventually his actions would catch up to him, that it might lead to your endangerment. It's good that it ends now rather than later, but he hated the way you left, hates the way it has to end this way. Even though he wanted to call out to you, to tell you the truth, that he was madly in love with you. Even though he wanted to tell you that; you were worth fighting for, he knows he shouldn't. With the impending war, he holds himself back and it's all for you, even if you don't know it. All of this was so that you wouldn't have to see him as one of them. All of this is to keep you safe, and alive. As long as you're alive, he thinks. All of this is all for you.

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 2 years

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Do you remember the scene in the fourth book, where Draco is turned in to a ferret? Could you write something where the reader finds Draco, unaware that it's him and takes him to her dorm and he has to stay for the night? Like reader and Draco usually don't get along (maybe Gryffindor reader) but she talks with Hermione about him and everything. And when the reader wakes up the next morning it's not a ferret but Draco lying next to her and she gets super embarrassed? Would be great if you have an idea on how to write it.

Thanks for your request! I really hope that this makes some sense since I struggled with writing it in a way that it all sounds logical. Hope you like this anyway!

The ferret

“It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year.”

Dumbledore´s words still echoed in your head. This had been the most amazing message in a very long time. You knew that this year would be amazing. Instead of hunting down giant snakes or supposed serial killers together with Harry, this year you would be able to lean back and watch someone else experience all the adventures. You on the other hand would watch the bustle from a safe distance. There was nothing that could go wrong this year, was there?

You walked along the long corridors with Hermione, Ron and Harry, chatting about the most obvious topic after that announcement.

“It´s unfair that no one under the age of seventeen is allowed to participate. I mean it´s not my fault I was born too late.”, Ron grumbled.

“There´s a reason for this rule Ron.”, Hermione explained for the tenth time. “It´s too dangerous. We aren´t educated enough to participate at the tournament. I´m sure that the challenges will be very demanding.”

“And besides.”, you added, “I don’t think we would stand a chance against the older ones. I heard Diggory and Warrington want to participate. They would have some lead anyway.” “Yeah, but imagine all the money… You could do so much with it….”, Ron´s voice sounded dreamy.

“Maybe your family could finally afford things that aren’t used already, Weaselbee.”, you heard a voice sneering behind you.

You rolled your eyes. Draco Malfoy somehow always managed to appear in the most adverse moments.

“Just ignore him.”, you mumbled, as you felt Ron tense next to you.

“Oh yeah, Weaselbee, listen to her. You´re probably too stupid to think for yourself. Lies within the family as my father has told me.”

Now, Hermione and you needed to grab Ron and Harry by their shoulders so they wouldn´t turn around right away and hex Malfoy in the middle of the hallway. Not that you would have resented. But Malfoy wasn’t worth a second of detention. And luckily Hermione thought the same.

“No one can tell me Malfoy wouldn’t take the chance to participate if he would have one.”, Hermione muttered.

“Obviously. Just another chance to give himself airs.”, you agreed with your friend. “Could you imagine Malfoy as our champion?”, Harry asked. “He wouldn’t even last ten seconds.”

“Dad told me some students had died in the tournament. Wouldn’t be a shame if this would happen to Malfoy though.” Ron´s face was still red, but he smiled at his cruel thoughts. “All the things that could happen to him…”

“He probably wouldn’t even dare to compete in the end.”, Hermione said.

“Or would give up as soon as he breaks off a fingernail.”, Harry laughed.

“His father would definitely hear about this.”, you chuckled, making all of you laugh.

Even though you would never admit it, you kinda missed the blond Slytherin boy over the summer holidays. Without his sneered remarks, life was way more boring. But all in all, you corrected yourself, you hadn’t missed Malfoy himself, but more the way you and your friends made fun of him. There was no other reason for you to miss him. Because you had never really liked that boy. And there was nothing that could change that.

It was your first actual day back at Hogwarts. Today, the classes had started again. Even though you had missed many things about school, homework wasn’t one of them. And after only one day, you had already loads of them. That´s why you were at dinner early, before returning to the library, to finish some of your assignments. You didn’t want to fall behind already. But not even two hours later, you felt your eyes getting heavy. With a sigh, you closed the book before you and put it back on the shelf. You saw Hermione a few desks away, delving into a book. You didn’t dare to talk to her, since you knew how much she hated it when you disturbed her while she was studying. Also, all you wanted to do by now, was get back to your dorm and in your bed.

As you walked through the already empty corridors, you suddenly heard some whimpering. You stopped and turned your head in different directions, trying to locate the noise. That´s when you saw it. A tiny white ferret crouched in one of the corners, cheeping pathetically. Carefully you took a few steps toward the pet. It was shaking frantically and its fur looked scrubby.

“Oh, you poor thing, what happened to you?”, you spoke up.

You had always had a soft spot for animals and to see that little thing that looked so beat up, made your heart clench. When the ferret saw you coming, it only crawled more into the corner, too exhausted to actually run away.

When you kneeled in front of it, the whimpering got only louder and the shivering more intense. It was obviously scared, but as far as you could see, it wasn’t hurt.

“What am I supposed to do with you?”, you asked the ferret, even though you didn’t expect an answer.

Slowly, you extended one arm and then with a quick movement you grabbed the ferret, picking it up. It squirmed, trying to escape your grip, but you were skilled in those things. Since you could remember you had always brought hurt animals home, driving first your parents and later your roommates crazy. But you didn’t care about their opinion and always fed the animals up, before releasing them into the wild again. After a few minutes, the ferret seemed to calm down, not trying to escape anymore.

“Are you hungry? We could take a look into the kitchen and ask if they got anything left. What do you think? And tomorrow we will take you to Hagrid. He will know what to do with you.”

With that, you changed your original plan to go directly to your dorm but headed towards the kitchen first.

You sat on your bed in your dorm, eying the ferret worried. The house-elves in the kitchen had given you some raw meat and water for your newest nursing case. But the ferret hadn’t touched the food yet. It had drunk the water as if it was dying of thirst, but its fur had bristled when you had tried to feed it with the raw meat. Instead, it seemed to be very interested in the chocolate on your nightstand. But this obviously wasn’t the best choice for a wild animal, so you refused to give some of it to it.

You were just trying to convince the ferret once more to try some of the raw liver, when Hermione entered the dorm. As she saw the animal on your lap, she scrunched her face.

“Once more (Y/n)?”

“I found it in the castle. Completely lost. But now it doesn’t want to eat.”

You looked at Hermione scared.

“Maybe its sick?”, your friend suggested.

She stepped closer to look at the ferret, but as she did so, it quickly got up, trying to get away from her. Luckily, you caught it, before it could disappear.

“I´ll get it to Hagrid tomorrow. He´ll know what to do.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“Hagrid? He´s probably gonna feed it to some of his creatures.”

As if the ferret knew what she was saying, it squeaked indignantly. You put the meat aside and carefully caressed the fur of the ferret.

“Don’t worry, I´ll make sure he won´t. I just want to ask him if he has any idea what��s wrong with it. And when it´s fit again, I´m going to release it far away from Hagrid´s creatures and all the owls flying around here.” You glanced to Hermione´s bed, where Crookshanks was lying, eyes fixed on the small thing on your lap and licking its muzzle. “And cats.”, you added.

“Do you think it’s a pet?”, Hermione asked. “Maybe it belongs to one of the students. I mean it looks different from the ones roaming around outside of the castle. Just look at its fur. It´s so light, almost as if someone bleached it.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe I should ask around tomorrow. But are ferrets allowed as pets?”

Now it was on Hermione to shrug her shoulders.

“I don’t think so. But I also don’t remember that it´s forbidden.”

“I´ll take care of it tomorrow.”, you yawned. “At first I need some sleep.”

You looked at the ferret.

“You too, don’t you?”

Once again, it seemed as if the ferret understood what you were saying since it got up from your lap and tripled over your bed, straight to your pillow and curled up right in the middle of it. You laughed.

“I´ll take this as a yes.”

After you had gone to the bathroom, you grabbed your pyjamas, starting to change your clothes. You couldn’t help but feel as if the ferret that was still curled up on your pillow watched each of your movements closely, probably only waiting for you to open a door or a window, giving it a chance to escape.

Hermione, who was already laying in bed, put her book aside.

“By the way, have you heard what happened in the Great Hall at dinner?”

You shook your head. When you had been there, most of the students hadn’t arrived yet and after dinner, you had only been in the library and the kitchen.

“Padma Patil had just told me. I met her on my way back here. Apparently, Professor Moody had hexed Malfoy.”

Hermione chuckled and you stared at her in disbelieve.

“He did what?”

“Hexed Malfoy. Padma hasn’t seen what had happened, but Parvati had told her. Apparently, Malfoy had disputed with Ron and Harry. And when Harry turned his back, Malfoy wanted to hex him. But Professor Moody was faster.”

You laughed.

“What did he do?”

“Transfigured him into a rat, Padma told me. But she wasn’t sure about that. Parvati had only seen him running down the hallway afterwards.”

“And did he turn him back?”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

“I think so. Professor McGonagall was there too. She was certainly furious. Don’t think she appreciated this. But even if he didn’t, transfigurations of humans only last for a few hours.”

“Poor Moody, It takes some time until Professor McGonagall loses it, but if she does, I don’t want to be near. He´s lucky if he doesn’t get hexed himself.”, you chuckled.

“And she´s right. Transfiguration shouldn’t be used as a punishment.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Even if it´s Malfoy?”

“Even if it´s Malfoy.”, Hermione confirmed.

But then she chuckled.

“But I would have loved to see this nevertheless.”, she grinned.

You laughed.

“Me too. We have to ask Harry and Ron about it tomorrow immediately. I need a detailed report.”

“Do you think Malfoy will let this matter rest?”, Hermione said, now a little bit more serious.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“What does he want to do? And besides, he´s probably way too scared of Moody. Kind of understandable, I guess.”

“Probably his father will hear about it.”, Hermione chuckled, making you grin.

You let yourself fall onto your bed and tried to shove the ferret on your pillow to the side, but it squeaked in protest, trying to defend its cosy position. You sighted.

“You are just like Malfoy, you know that? You could be kinda cute if you wouldn’t be so annoying. Also, now that I think about it, your hair looks very similar.”

“I´m sure I misheard this (Y/n). Did you just call Malfoy cute?”, Hermione said in a mocking voice.

You felt your cheeks redden. You hadn’t thought about what you had just said. Not that you actually thought Malfoy was cute. You didn’t like him. At all. But you also had to admit that besides his many bad qualities, he also had some good ones. Not only he was good-looking and an amazing Quidditch player, he was also very smart -his grades could nearly keep up with Hermione´s- and of it wouldn’t be against you, your friends and your house, his humour could actually be funny.

“I said he could be cute.”, you corrected your friend, as you snuggled yourself under the warm blanket. “If he wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass.”

Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, but he´s one all the time. And besides, tell me one good thing about him.”

“I don’t know. He´s clever, he´s a great seeker, he´s always good for a laugh- even if it´s unintentionally most of the time-, he´s got beautiful eyes…” You stopped when you saw Hermione´s gaze. “And he´s originated from a family full of people who would judge me for being friends with you and not thinking I´m something better since I´m a pureblood.”

The last sentence you said in a stilted voice, making Hermione laugh.

“I was actually worried about you for a moment (Y/n). I would have taken you for the last person to defend Malfoy.”

“I didn’t defend him. I just made some objective observations. I mean even you can’t deny that he´s grown attractive over the holidays, don’t you?”

“You don’t expect me to answer this, do you?”, Hermione asked.

“Relax, I´m just joking.”, you calmed your friend down. “And no matter how good-looking or smart he might be, that doesn’t matter if he stays the idiot he is.”

But as you turned off the lights and lay there in the silence, you came to the conclusion that even if you had said those things to annoy Hermione, they weren’t completely untrue. Draco Malfoy was for sure handsome and you had to admit that you might be missing something in your life without his constant teasing. But as long as he stayed the spoiled brat he was, your feelings towards the Slytherin boy wouldn’t change a bit.

That´s what you thought as you drifted off into sleep. And as you did so, you felt the tiny ferret next to you carefully cuddling itself into the crook of your neck.

Your alarm woke you up rudely the next morning. With a switch of your wand, you quickly turned off the annoying noise. You heard Hermione growling in the bed next to your quietly. The first days after the holidays were always the worst. You didn’t dare to open your eyes yet, trying to prevent your sweet dreams from slipping away completely. You felt the source of warmth next to you and turned around to nuzzle your face into it. You inhaled the comforting smell of expensive cologne and pines and listened to the steady heartbeat, just as calm as yours. You felt an arm wrapping around you and sighted in comfort. You could have lied here like this forever. You felt as if you were protected from all the harm out there. As if everything was just fine, even if it was just for this moment. You couldn’t remember a morning neither in school nor at home, where you had felt that good. And the reason for this feeling was the person right next to you, who now pulled you even closer, so your head could lay on their chest. Why hadn’t you felt like this earlier?

Because normally, no one was lying next to you. Within seconds you sat up, now fully awake. The room was still dark, but you could clearly see the contours of someone lying next to you. In your bed. Someone who hadn’t been there when you had fallen asleep. You screamed loudly, grabbing the blanket to cover yourself, crawling to the end of the bed, to get as much distance between the person and you. Rising up, as they heard your scream, the person screamed as well in a high-pitched voice, trying to grab the blanket as well, but you were still clinging on to it.

“What the hell is going on here?”, you heard the sleepy voice of Hermione.

With a switch of her wand, she opened the curtains, making the sunlight fall into your room.

You stared at the person on your bed in disbelief.

“Malfoy? What? How? Why? What are you doing here? How did you come in?”, you stuttered, as you recovered from the shock.

“Asks the person who brought me here.”, Malfoy muttered, his cheeks were red, but probably nothing compared to how much your face had heated up.

“What? How could I… No, why should I bring you here? Are you kidding me?”, you asked, feeling the anger boiling up in you.

Was that some kind of cruel joke? How dared he sneak to your dorm and into your bed and blame you for it?

“If you would stop being such a do-gooder, you may not drag innocent people into your dorm, who had been cursed and aren’t able to defend themselves.”, he snapped back.

“What?”

“The ferret.”, you heard Hermione´s voice from the other side of the room.

You stared at her in disbelief.

“The ferret?”

“Remember? Professor Moody had hexed Malfoy. It wasn’t a rat. It was a ferret.”

“Sometimes even you have some bright moments, Granger.”, Malfoy sneered.

“Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight.”, you said, before Hermione could reply something unfriendly. “You were the ferret I found yesterday in the corridor?”

Malfoy nodded.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

Malfoy rolled his eyes.

“Well, you aren’t that bright, are you (Y/l/n)? How could I? I´ve been a ferret.”

“But you could have done something. Anything. To make us notice. By Merlin´s beard. You slept in my bed. You heard how Hermione and I talked about… Oh good lord, I even changed in front of you.”

You hid your face in your hands in embarrassment. Malfoy grinned cockily.

“Not that I would have minded.”

“I think that´s my cue. I´ll get ready somewhere else. See you at breakfast.”, Hermione said, before grabbing her things and opening the door.

“Wait. How do we get him out of here?”, you held her back.

But Hermione just shrugged her shoulders.

“Down the stairs and through the common room.” “How are we going to explain that?”

“I won´t have to, you brought him here, you will get him out.”, Hermione grinned, obviously enjoying your desperation.

“Mione.”, you whined.

“I´ll think of something (Y/n) how I´ll get the other out of here. But first I´ll get ready and unlike you, I don’t want Malfoy watching me.”

She quickly closed the door behind her and the pillow you had thrown into her direction only hit the wood.

“Great friends you have.”, Draco rumbled.

“Says the boy, who was not in his dorm for an entire night and no one noticed.”, you countered. “Now just get out of here, this is more than embarrassing.”

But Draco just grinned at you and laid back again.

“What part exactly love? That you slept in the same bed with me? Or that I saw you in your -by the way really adorable- underwear? Or that I heard every single thing Granger and you talked about the last evening?” With each of his words, you felt your face redden more and more until you feared you might burst into flames right away. You grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around your body, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“You were neither supposed to hear nor see any of these things. If someone should be embarrassed, then it´s you.”

But Malfoy looked at you unimpressed.

“I´m the victim. I was hexed by a professor and then kidnapped by you.”

You laughed in disbelief.

“Kidnapped? I wanted to help you. Well, not you, the ferret. I mean, you are… You were the ferret. But I didn’t know…”

“But you also can´t blame me though, can you?”

You clenched your jaw. He was right. You couldn’t.

“Well, if it was so horrible here, you might as well leave now.”, you snapped.

Slowly Draco sat up and looked at you. His gaze grew more intense and made shivers run down your spine. Unintentionally, you wrapped the blanket tighter around your body.

“I never said it was horrible though. Well, except the food.”

He scrunched his nose. You let out a small giggle at the thought that you actually wanted to feed the spoiled Draco Malfoy with the residues from the kitchen. Malfoy looked at you pleasantly surprised as he heard your laugh.

“Well, sorry about that.”, you chuckled.

“I´m sure if I would have been an actual ferret, I would have enjoyed it though.”, he said, making you laugh once more.

“See? Sometimes I can even make you laugh intentionally.” As you remembered the conversation with Hermione the last day, you felt your face heating up again.

“Right, about that… Just don’t pride yourself on that, okay Malfoy?”, you said, avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t worry, I´ll just forget it if that´s what you want.”

You looked at him in surprise. You had expected that he would hold every word you had said against you. The positive things as well as the negative ones.

“Okay. Well, thanks, I guess.”

“It´s fine. I mean you are right. I wasn’t meant to hear this, so I shouldn’t nail you down for what you have said.”

You nodded thankfully.

“But can I ask you one thing about it?”, Malfoy asked, his voice sounding serious.

You sighted.

“Sure.”

“You said you might think I´m cute if I wouldn’t be…”

“If you wouldn’t be you?”

“If I wouldn’t be such an idiot sometimes.” You nodded.

“Did you mean this?”

You hesitated. Have you meant it? You remembered the feeling when you had woken up next to him. You hadn’t known it was him, still, you had had the feeling as if you could trust him. As if you had been safe. You slowly nodded.

“I think so.”

“So if I might…”, Malfoy stopped and scratched his neck. “If I would try to avoid some topics in the future, do you think… Well, that the two of us might be able to… get along sometime?”

You looked at him in surprise, but for Malfoy, the patterns duvet cover seemed to be very interesting now.

“It´s not just about the comments, you know? It´s about the fact that you believe in the things you say.”

Malfoy nodded.

“And if I… if I would try to change that too?”

“You know it´s not that easy, don’t you?”

“Yes, but I think it might be worth a try.”

He glanced up at you, throwing you a shy smile, that for some reason, made your heartbeat speed up. You couldn’t help but return your smile.

“I think so too.”

Malfoy sighted in relief.

“I promise I will try.” But then his cocky smile returned to his face. “But honestly, you would miss it if I wouldn’t tease you anymore, wouldn’t you?”

You laughed.

“But I wouldn’t mind if you wouldn’t insult my friends, family and house every time you do so.”

Malfoy looked slightly embarrassed.

“Well, I might try. But I won’t promise anything.”

“Neither will I.”

Your gaze caught his and you felt some goosebumps on your skin as he smiled sweetly at you. But then another thought crossed your mind.

“Why that change of heart though?”

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“You look cute when you sleep, I guess.”, he said.

You weren’t sure if he was honest or joking. Probably both.

“You know that sounded creepy, don’t you?”, you laughed.

“Sorry.”, the boy chuckled. “But it´s true though.”

You weren’t quite sure how to answer. Then your gaze fell on the clock.

“Shit.”, you cursed. “Already that late?”

You got up, grabbing some fresh clothes.

“You really need to leave. Don’t want to be late on my second day.”

“Shouldn’t I wait for you?”, Malfoy asked, but you shook your head.

“I need to get ready first.”

“Wouldn’t mind watching. It´s not like I´ve never done before”, the boy said teasingly.

“Out. Now!”, you laughed.

Malfoy got up and went to the door.

“See you around (Y/n).”, he smiled.

“See you around.”, you said, before you added: “You need to go left and then down the stairs and through the common room.”

Draco nodded and threw you a last smile, before he left the room.

You had just gathered all of your things when you realized, you had forgotten to tell him something important.

Quickly, you left the room.

“Draco?”, you called.

But then you heard a loud bang and a string of curse words, you didn’t even know.

“Would it have hurt you to tell me that those stairs turn into a fucking slide, (Y/l/n)?”, he yelled from downstairs.

“Are you hurt?”, you asked worried.

“Only my pride.”, he grumbled as he got up again, in a not-so-elegant way.

“Normally that´s how boys are prevented to get into the girl's dorm. But looks like it doesn’t count for transfigured ones.”, you explained to him from the upper landing.

“Then I´ll have to get myself turned into a ferret every time I want to visit you?”, Malfoy mocked.

“Maybe you don’t have to sneak into my dorm every time you want to do so.”, you countered.

Malfoy laughed.

“We´ll see about that love.”

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Tom riddle 18+ Drabble- Gryffindor Fem!reader.

“That’s a good girl.”

His cock slammed in and out of you as his fingers hit the right spot on your neck to make u loss air, his cock hit the right spot from in side of you. Your body laid back onto the table in the library as your legs wrapped around his waist. The table creaked with each thrust and a sob of please leaving your lips. “You my little slut huh?” You could hear his smirk and didn’t even bother opening your eyes, “Taking my cock in the library and not caring about your voice being heard.” He’d chuckle as he put on of his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to his body making you take more of his cock. “I thought you were supposed to be a gryffindor goody two-shoes?” You’d open your teary eyes just a bit and place your hands on his chest. “I-” you’re voice breaking and you couldn’t form any words and them only coming out as moans. “Can’t form the words darling? That’s fine, just take my cock and let me hear you while I fuck your brains out. Let them all know who’s slut you are.” You didn’t think he would get any rougher but when he slammed back into you a scream left your lips.

“I’ll have to keep this pussy for myself, it clinches each time I speak.” You let out a whimper as enjoying the thought and he stuck a finger in your mouth. “Like that baby. Me owning this hole of yours?” You nodded and letting your head fall back and back arch for him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you as much as you’d like.”

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roseblancheenfleurs · 2 months

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Untold Story Of Magic ✨

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Nsfw Content, Slight Degradation, later aged characters, fanfiction, toxic, rivals to lovers to enemies to spouses 😌,Muggle insult, cursing by underage etc.

"Stop it sneaky snake" You frustratingly call out the black haired boy who has snatched away your notebook. Now reading all your doodles on the back side with a sly smirk as he has a bunch of secrets in his hands.

He didn't seemed to respond to your insult.

"Thomas Marvolo Riddle" You called out the future dark lord , your rival.

You are Y/n S/n , a student at the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. You are muggle quite a special afterall the sorting hat asked you to choose your own House from Slytherin and Gryffindor because you were both truthful and loyal with high ambitions with necessary scheming.

Wanting to preserve the name of your very past ancestor Godric Gryffindor, you choose the house of the lion throwing major insult to the half blood and pure blood of the Slytherin (as if there were so willing to accept a muggle 🙂).

This made you a respected figure in the Gryffindor house and also earned you a major rival Tom Marvolo Riddle, the direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the future dark lord.

Both of you have been for every single thing . From the last cup of butter beer to the first position at the end of the session.

Like two poles of earth have the climate in common similarly you two also had a habit of sneaking into the library. But unaware of each other until the Sunday night 6 months ago.

"Is the coast clear, Puchi?" You whispered to your pet cat who has the major responsibility of accompanying you everywhere even washroom.

"Meow", the furry creature run through the corridor to the library door.

And you followed with dangling lantern flickering in your hand.

Even though having special permission from Headmaster Dippet, you were advised to go their secretly for the other students to not to break the curfew protocol.

You reached the door where you cat waited for you to open the door and she would feast on some mices.

You twisted the knob and was about to open the door a hand stopped doing so by helding your hand. Like brave lion you didn't screamed instead gripped your wand to obliviate the sudden intruder. You turned back only to feel someone's lips on yours.

It's Tom standing behind and you kissed him.

"WTF" you both cursed rubbing your lips harshly.

Congrats you have kissed you rival.

Also your blood enemy. 🤣

And from that possibly the doom started (For you specially). Having very conservative thoughts Tom was persistent about marrying you as you took his first kiss.

"But we are freaking kids 🙂" You were so done and had enough of this rascal pestering you having a good talk to boys around you, stalking you, stealing your quils and handkerchief (literally you mother is scolding you why you needed 50 handkerchiefs in less than a month).

Born from the affects of amortenia, The way of confessing is a bit different from others. Teasing, ruining your drawings, sneaking wrong ingredient in the potion and many more if someone else was in your place they would have been leave Hogwarts days ago because of the extreme level of torturing.

To his teasing you gave savage answers, restored you hard work by magic spells, adding the neutralizing ingredient to the potion to save progress.

It went well, you loved this challenges.

Until one day you found Tom bullying your childhood male best friend and you slapped him across the face which echoed through the whole hall. Everyone will fear stared at Tom who grabbed your wrist thinking he would twist it painfully only to see him placing a kiss on the back. Rubbing it on his wounded cheek.

"You hands are so soft just as I imagined" he said like a professional creep.

"It's enough I wanna go home" That's your only thought. You later confronted him in the library .

"What do you want, Riddle?"

"You"

SMACK!

You smacked him across the face.

"Date me"

If it saved your friend from his hand that's what you did .

Breaking News!

The world is on the verge of End Tom and Y/n are dating.

It was printed on the monthly magazine of Hogwarts containing important updates.

Even professors were shocked seeing Tom apologizing to your friend in the hall full of students.

At first you were cold to him but due to gentleman gestures it didn't take long for you to fall for him.

He was already madly in love with you.

Every secret... his world domination plan, The story of his heartless birth father and incompetent mother everything he told you. You didn't supported the plan of his word domination but he was persistent that he would dominate the world and you would be his lady, The lady of the great dark lord. He reasoned that in that position you could get everything you wish for but all in vain.

"Damn it why would you take to support our love?" He yelled.

That day you were already in a bad mood, Extra classes, extra homework didn't got enough sleep last night accompanied by the depressing period hormones.

"Let's break up" and you walked away that was the last time you saw Tom.

It's like he never existed, you graduated from Hogwarts with flying colours.

From a muggle to a powerful and prestigious witch .

You had a great contribution to the magic world numerous effective and easy spells.

New books, new wand cores, there wasn't a single field left.

Sucess fame and fortune you earned it all.

But it was too tiring.

You moved to a deep forest away from human civilization with your parents and cat.

Deep inside the jungle you constructed a luxurious castle to lavishly spend the rest of your days.

Chirp!

Chirp! Chirp!

Two sparrows are playing on the balcony railing.

Wind blows fluttering the curtains revealing a figure sitting on the whitewood table designing a new magical device.

It's You, The powerful muggle witch currently 53 years old.

Hoooo! A messenger owl comes to deliver you the latest daily prophet .

You leave the rest of your work taking a short break keeping yourself updated for the new world.

The first two headlines that caught your eyes

Lily And James Potter Found Dead!

Sirius Black,The Traitor.

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Y/n: Just… Apologize to each other on the count of three.

Y/n: One, two, three.

Tom:

Mattheo:

Y/n: Well, now I'm disappointed in both of you.

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What do they think about marriage?

Pairings: slytherin guys x reader

A/N: I am having a severe case of marriage fever, if that even exists. Anyways, have this small HC drabble, tell me what you think.

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Theodore:

Honestly I think he’d be against the idea for a pretty long time (seeing his mother as sort of ‘trapped’ before she died), he’d resent marriage through most of his early life.

But then he’d meet you, and you’d start going on 1, 2… 5 years together? And it would just start to feel so right, so he’d have to pop the question.

He’ll want nothing more than to reclaim this sacred bond as his with you by his side.

Mattheo:

Didn’t really care about marriage one way or another. I do think he’d be secretly very enamored with the idea of a more domestic life, though.

Once he finds the right person, something clicks and he knows he’ll want to spend the rest of his life with them.

Marriage is just one way to crown this desire, and if you want it, he’ll happily oblige.

Draco:

He was brought up with marriage in mind, and I don’t think that bothers him much; it’s just a stepping stone he has to take at some point, though he’s adamant about making his own independent choice when it comes to when, who and how.

His parents may or may not approve of you, he doesn’t care (though it’d be easier if they did), once he’s set on the idea of marrying you that is exactly what he’ll do.

(On another note, I also think he’d find himself enjoying organizing it lol)

Enzo:

Dreams of marriage. Secretly goes through revenue and dresses catalogs when he’s feeling particularly down or lonely.

I think he’d be one of the quickest to take the knee, and even quicker to realize you’re the one he had been waiting for.

Blaise:

Also someone whom I think really holds dear the idea of having such a companionship.

I always imagine him as a single child born to single children, so I think he’d have some kind of family heirloom given to him pretty early in, like his grandma’s ring.

Once you guys have been going out for a while I think he’d roll it around in his hand late at night, while he watches your sleeping form breathe peacefully.

Tom:

Does not want it.

In his plans there had never been any space for that kind of frivolous distraction, plus any title that is bestowed by someone other than him is pretty much meaningless.

(He’s so napoleon takes the crown coded)

Instead, he’d hold a “devotion ceremony”, where you make an unbreakable vow that seals you to him forever. Romantic isn’t he? You should be grateful.

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Is It Better to Speak or to Die?

Hii, so this is my first post it’s also my first story so sorry if it’s not very good, please don’t repost thanks, I’ll try to do better in the near future but enjoy!

Summary: you ask James if it’s better to speak or to die, maybe it was better to die.

Warnings: angst, no happy ending (maybe) (James potter x F!Reader)

Setting and side note: This is set in the common room sorry I didn’t get into that. Alsooo this is short because I’m trying to go slow, proofread but still might not be good enjoy!

“Is it better to speak or to die James?” He looks at you with confusion but laughs it off. “Where is this coming from Y/n?”

“Is it better to speak or to die James?” You repeat.

His smile falters slightly, “To speak I guess, why?”

“If I tell you something do you promise not to hate me” you say tears forming in your eyes. He leans in to hug you, “I could never hate you N/n.”

“I love you James” You say lowly.

He stiffens “What.” It’s not a question, he heard you loud and clear.

“Don’t make me repeat myself” you whisper.

He stands up briefly and backs away from you. You look up and he looks at you, hurt showing evidently in his eyes.

“Don’t do that Y/n,”

You get up angry and he takes a step back “Don’t do what James! Don’t tell you that I love you?” You say raising your voice. “Yes!” He yells back, “Not after I finally got with Lily!” You look at him teary eyed and he’s trying not to say something he’ll regret.

“But I love you,” you whisper. “and there’s nothing I can do about it James because believe me I’ve tried.”

He looks at you distraught. “Why would you tell me now” he lowers his voice “Because you told me it’s better to speak.” He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, but I don’t feel the same.” You nod, “I know,” You sigh breathily. “I just needed to tell you,” You take a step forward, “I’m sorry James.” He opens his eyes and looks at you. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He turns around and walks out the room. You’ve just ruined your friendship and you don’t know what to do.

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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The Date

Blog Details + My Library

Neville Longbottom x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warning(s): fluff, cursing, smut-ish, dry humping-ish, not proofread

I can’t believe I agreed to another blind date. Tiffany owes me a lifetime of Cauldron Cakes if this doesn’t work out. The last time I went to one of these, she set me up with Justin Finch of all people and all he did was talk about himself. I just drank Butterbeer until he become barely. The date finally ended about two, agonizing hours later. As soon as we got back in the castle, we went our separate ways and I have not talked to him since.

Now, I’m sitting in Madam Puddifoot’s, in a corner, ten minutes early, trying to guess who my mystery date is. Tiff knows pretty much everyone at Hogwarts so it could be anybody really, but she only dates tools so I doubt it’ll be anyone good.

Five minutes go by before I hear the bell above the front door ring. It’s Neville. He looks a bit nervous. This is honestly the last place I thought I would see him. It’s not a very crowded place, so it’s good for an introverted person like him, but it’s a bit.. girly for him. But since he’s here, I can’t help but admire him. He’s gotten taller since we first got to university. He towers over a good amount of people at school. Even some of the professors.

His eyes wander around the room as if he’s looking for someone. Considering the only single person in here is me, I’m guessing that I’m his date. I get up from the table and walk over to him. His height is definitely intimidating up close, but his shyness makes it less intimidating.

“Hi Neville,” I say as gently as possible. I guess it works since I can visibly see him relax.

“Hi y/n,” He says not quite at a normal tone, but not a whisper either.

“I guess I’m your date,” A small smile wipes on my face. He nods his head, and we walk to where I was sat.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I ordered an herbal tea. That alright?” I ask as we sit down. He nods his head again and I nod in acknowledgement.

It’s quiet for a bit before Madam Puddifoot comes back with our tea.

“Anything else for you dearies?” I look over at him to see if he wants anything.

“Ginger Newts? Please?” She warmly smiles at him and toddles to the back. The quietness takes over again. I reach a hand over and hold his.

“You don’t have to be nervous Nev. It’s just me.” His eyes soften and he lets out an exhale.

“Y-You’re actually the prettiest girl in our grade.” My smile can’t help but widen at getting a full sentence out of him.

“Only in our grade? Damn, looks like I gotta aim for prettiest in the school.” He smiles at that, and we drink our tea.

The conversation goes smoothly after that. He loosened up. Even started telling some jokes. I laughed so hard that people started looking over in our corner. We would just shush each other and continue laughing. As we finished the tea and Ginger Newts, we decided to go walk around outside. The snow hasn’t hit us quite yet, so the weather is bearable. I learned that he loves Herbology. He has almost every type of plant at his house. He learned that I had a crush on him from our 1st to our 3rd year. The time went by fast. Too fast.

We barely make curfew as we stumble in. Our laughing turns into hushed tones, but smiles stay upon our faces.

“Do you want to come to my room? I think Harry and Ron said something about going to Hagrid’s and Dean and Seamus snuck off somewhe-“

“Are you trying to get me into your bed Neville?” My tone is teasing, but his face still turns red.

“No! No! I just thought-“

“You’re okay Neville. Let’s go. I’ve always been curious as to what boy’s dorm rooms look like.” I take his hand and lead him to Gryffindor tower. The walk isn’t long. That’s a lie, it’s very long. Especially with all the steps, but being with him made it go by faster. We continued talking, kind of loudly, while the painting looked at us with disdain.

There aren’t many people in the common room. A few stragglers. Dean and Seamus are there, but they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t even notice Neville and I walking upstairs. He opens the door and sure enough we’re the only ones there. I walk all the way in and take a look around. It looks a bit different than the girls dorms. It also smells a bit different than the girls dorm. I can tell the one in the middle is Harry’s. Seems fitting as he’s “the chosen one”. Whatever that means. I look back and see Neville standing next to a bed.

“I’m assuming this one is yours?”

He nods.

“Wanna sit?”

He nods again. I walk over and sit down while he’s unmoving.

“Nev, I thought we got over the shyness?” I pat the spot next to me and wait for him to sit down. Once he does, I hold his hands and look at him.

“Have you ever been with a girl Neville?” He shakes his head no. I lift a hand to his cheek and look into his eyes.

“Do you want to?” He doesn’t say anything. Almost like he’s frozen.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything, but if you do, I need a verbal answer.”

“I,” he clears his throat, “I do.” I smile and lean in closer to him. My nose lightly bumps his before I peck his lips. I lean back to assess how he’s feeling. His eyes are still close, and his lips are slightly puckered, stuck in this kiss. I chuckle and lean back in. I reconnect our lips and at that moment swear that I will study every day as long as I get kiss Neville for the rest of my life. He says he’s never been with a girl but the way his lips move against mine tell me differently.

My legs straddle his lap, and my hands move down to the side of his neck. I can tell he’s hesitant to do anything else, so I help him by wrapping his arms around my waist. His arms tighten around me, bringing up closer. I move a bit to settle on his lap and feel a slight bulge meet my clothed core. Our lips momentarily part, but not by much. He groans against my lips and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds to ever reach my ears.

I kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. He shudders underneath me which motivates me more. I remove myself from his lap and stand up. My top is first to go. His eyes are darkened as they stare at my figure. I raise my blouse slowly above my head. Only left in my lilac lace bra, I slowly unbuckle the belt to my jeans. I move them down my thighs and they fall down to my feet, revealing the matching panties.

“You gonna leave me half-naked by myself?” I tease. He gets up and takes his clothes off in record time. I try not to laugh so I don’t ruin the moment, but the way he almost trips on his trousers has me smiling to myself.

I take my place back on his lap and roll my hips against his crotch. My lips reconnect to his neck, and I kiss around until I find what I’m looking for.

“Fuck me,” I hear escape his lips.

Found it.

I suck on it while continuing to roll my hips. His noises become whimpers which goes straight down to my pussy.

“Can we- fuck. Can we try something?” I nod my head yes while slowing down my motions. His hands take a hold of my hips and bring me to a complete stop. I whimper at the loss of friction. My eyes move with the motion of his hands. He pulls his dick from his briefs and moves my panties to the side. He runs a finger through my folds and collects my slick, groaning at the feeling. He takes his finger and rubs it over his tip. It’s my turn to groan. I think I know what his idea was.

I wait until he moves his finger to place my pussy right on his shaft. He closes his eyes and I take the chance to place my lips on his. His arms take their rightful place back around my waist and I continue rocking my hips. His tip brushes up against my clit and I can’t help but to moan into his mouth. I rock a bit faster, and I feel him throbbing underneath me. I pull back reluctantly to catch a breath and his lips chase after mine. I’m embarrassed to admit how much that one simple thing turned me on. One more hip roll and my orgasm unexpectedly washes over me. I shudder and collapse into his figure but don’t stop. The overstimulation has me moaning in his ear. His hips start to roll up and meet mine. His soft moaning turns becoming louder, mixing with mine. His hold tightens and then his hips shudder to a stop. The sound he makes, makes me want to go a second round.

He loosens his hold and I look down in between us. His cum is still coming out in spurts. The sight alone should be in a porno. I take my index finger and swipe a bit of cum. My eyes close as the tanginess hits my tongue. The sound of the doorknob makes us turn our heads in sync. I reach over for my wand and close his curtains around us.

“Who’s been fucking in here? Damn!” Dean exclaims from the doorway. I hide my face in Neville’s neck as we silently laugh.

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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A pretty boy and his pretty girl

Sirius Black x fem! reader

{Requested - see request here x}

Summary: Sirius makes a bet he can play y/n, but she doesn’t succumb so easily to his charms, but will he to hers?

Warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of food, feeling nauseous, nudity, sex and loss of virginity (nothing explicit), major angst in parts bring the tissues, Sirius being a bit of an arsehole in the beginning, mean things being said about the reader, oh and the length because it’s a monster haha

A/n: 13.2k words, i wrote so much 😅, Gryffindor reader also i will appoloise for any mistakes because of the length but i think i got major ones xx thank you for the request as you can tell i loved it and went overboard hehe. I’ve definitely made this my own and i’m pretty proud of it, theres also self indugent fluff sprinkled in there but who doesn’t love fluff and angst mixed together 💛

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Sirius Black could get anyone he wanted, it was like a game to the boy, pick some random unfortunate soul and pursuit them. Each one was different but it always ended the same, sometimes there was a chase, other times all he’s have to do is flirt and he had them in the nearest broom closet. His favourite was those that played hard to get, yet they knew and he knew that it was all just an act, an act used to prolong the inevitable.

You on the other hand had stayed off of his radar despite being a fellow Gryffindor. Many assumed you were shy but that’s what you wanted them to think, in truth you were just the quietly confident type and kept your business, just that, yours, holding your own. You had managed to go 6 full years without ever having a conversation with the boy, you had worked with Remus a couple of times and sat with him along your dorm mates, Lily, Marlene and Dorca many a time in the library, hell even James knew of you due to your friendship with Lily. Unfortunately, you didn’t stay hidden from his eye forever and so began a very dangerous game

“Pads you think you could put a sock on the door or something next time…how am I supposed to look the Ravenclaw captain in the eye again after seeing them strapped to your bedframe” James shakes his head with a repulsed expression trying to get rid of the image

Peter and Remus make similar expressions “You know you could actually take someone on a date first or at least one which doesn’t end with you shagging them in the bathroom of the three broomsticks” the latter remarks taking a bite of his breakfast while his eyes stay fixed on his book

“Prongs sometimes there isn’t time to put a sock on the door if you ever got laid you’d know that and Remus why the hell would I ever do that?” he laughs at them like the suggest was absurd

Sirius had never been one to grow attached, sure he had flings he cycled back to when he was busy or his current conquest was taking their sweet time but a real relationship there was no way

“Hey” James whines “It’s true but don’t rub it in mate, some of us actually want more than sex” he notes as his eyes drift down the table to the redhead who was currently sitting next to Dorca with you and Marlene across from her

Sirius follows his eyes “Ah yes I forgot you don’t want to cheat on the girl who has never shown interest…in you” his words slow down as hears you laugh at something Dorca says, the sound like music to his ears as he admires how pretty your smile is “Who is that beauty?” he asks looking back at the other boys “And why haven’t I seen her before” he remarks

“If you are talking about Marlene or Dorca I’m pretty sure you a) know them and b) know they are very much in love with one another” James answers confused while Remus looks down the table, closing his eyes a second as he realises he talking about you

Remus knew it would happen eventually and he knew that out of everyone you were actually a great match for Sirius, but not the Sirius before him, no, the Sirius he would grow to be a couple year down the line, a version that would see you as more than another play thing

“That’s y/n” he says reluctantly, knowing if he didn’t answer he’d find out some other way

“Y/n?” James eyes Remus before his eyes widen as he smiles “Oh y/n, yeah she’s nice” he nods looking down the table, you were nice, even slipped him some info about how to woo your friend

“I’ve heard she’s quiet, doesn’t talk much must be shy” Peter adds joining the conversation

Remus focus’ on his book trying not to smile “Perfect, haven’t had a shy one in a while” Sirius notes eyes trailing back to you again as he licks his lips

“Nah” James shakes his head

“Nah” Sirius mock him “Why nah?” he does it again looking at him baffled

James shrugs “I just don’t think you could get her” he says plainly, not that he knew much about you but from the conversations he’d had with you and others with Marlene he found you weren’t the dating type, you’d never even had a boyfriend

“I get everyone” he insists “No one can resist me” he says cockily to which Remus rolls his eyes, he loved Sirius but boy could he be a prized wanker when it came to things like this

“Wanna bet?” James says half-jokingly

“Alright you’re on, what are the stakes?” Sirius agrees making James look at him surprised

“Sirius” Remus warns before turning to James “Don’t” giving him a look that screams ‘please don’t agree to this’

“Moony it’s fine, not like he’s going to win…” James shrugs before turning to Sirius “If I win, which I will, you need to…buy whatever the rest of us want from Hogsmeade, I’m talking everything and anything we want” he says confidently, he did feel a little twinge of regret but he was sure if anyone was going to resist his charms it was you besides it was just a harmless bet

“Deal” Sirius says right way “And if I win you have to do the same” he points at his friend who nods in agreement

“I like this…works out well for us either way” Peter muses nudging a little Remus who smiles at his friend briefly but wears a generally disappointed look

As the boys return to their meal and Sirius eyes you from afar, their conversation echoed around the hall in such a way it was overheard by one of Sirius’ recurring flings. She sat a little jealous but she knew that as soon as he was done with you he’d go back to her, right?

You were currently wandering around the hallways aimlessly with Marlene, both of you opting to skip Magical history as there was only so many times you could hear that man drone on before you died of boredom

Marlene stepped a bit in front proceeding to walk backwards as she pondered “You think the founders were fit? I know there are paintings of them but you think they were fuckable?” she notes to which a painting nearby huffs and she flips it off “Didn’t ask you mate”

You giggle at the paintings shock before replying “Maybe, but the real question is did any of them do each other, like can’t you just imagine Salazar and Godric having a scandalous love affair” you wonder

“Ooo” Marlene smirks adoring that narrative “Fine line between love and hate, everyone loves a tragic love story” you walk a few more paces before she speaks again “You know you’re a pretty good writer and with Dorcas drawing skills and my raw charisma we could make a book about it…muggles and wizards alike would love it” she waves her hands in the air

“Love what?” you both stop in your tracks to see Sirius leaning on the wall of the adjoining corridor

“Salazar and Godric’s secret affair” Marlene answers for you both giving the boy a smile

Sirius looks shocked but smirks “Well if you ask me…” he starts but is cut off by you

“But we didn’t ask you pretty boy” you say in a playful tone “Now…” you walk up to Marlene and loop your arm with hers “…if you’ll excuse us we were busy”

As you and Marlene walk off, Sirius is left in a pleased shock “Pretty boy?” he says to himself smirking “Oh this is going to be fun”

When you got back to your dorm after the interaction, Marlene gushed to Lily and Dorca, telling them that they should have seen the look his face when you called him that, while you felt uneasy. Six years you had avoided talking to him and you just had to say something didn’t you. The whole thing made you nervous he was finally going to notice you, you weren’t self-centred enough to think you would enamour him upon first sight but you knew he enjoyed your, now you thought of it, rather flirty remark.

Your fear came to pass as the next day when you were sat alone in the library and he approached you. Looking up you saw him wearing a smirk that you would just love to wipe off his pretty boy face but you said nothing, just returned to the book you were reading and ignored his presence

“Cat got your tongue today?” he quips plopping himself in the chair beside you, his comment made you roll your eyes but you kept your head fixed on your book “Come on don’t leave your pretty boy hanging”

You can practically feel his grin and when you glance over it was clear he was enjoying this a little too much “What do you want?” you ask in a kinder tone than he deserved, you were annoyed sure but you weren’t going to add any fuel to this chase he was trying to brew

His head tilts, surprised but that only furthers his intrigue, you were so unpredictable and it was quickly becoming addictive “I just want to spend time with a cute girl” he winks at you, you may be unpredictable but he could make everyone flustered “and get to know what’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours” he leans in a little, arm flexing as he leans on the table

What a line, you think before you think of something a little risky but in that moment you couldn’t resist “Well pretty boy…” you lean forward as well, placing your hand on his arm, fingers running up and down it

“Mhm” he hums smiling away, this was easier than I thought, he thinks

“…I thinking that you…” your other hand makes its way to his thigh as you lean in closer, noses so close to touching “…don’t have a chance” you kiss his cheek before you grab your book and walk away leaving him staring at the place you once were jaw dropped

Sirius sat there for a good few minutes, not only was he shocked but you left him quite flustered. As he snapped out of his daze he looked around checking no one saw, before he leaned back and slid down on the chair letting out a small laugh. If he wasn’t hooked before he sure as hell was now, you managed to combine two of the things he loved most. First, he loved those that played hard to get and second, he loved when they flirted back, but never had he met someone that did both to him and so smoothly.

Meanwhile you were walking quickly back to your dorm, once you got there you sighed in relief when you saw no one was in. Sliding down the door as you closed it, head leaning on it as you debated what you had just done. So much for under the radar, you just fucked the radar out the window and set fire to it. There was a part of you that liked it though, the feeling of pride that surged through you when his mouth dropped open and yet then there was another part that was terrified because you were sure he was never going to stop now. The question was, did you want him to?

Over the next weeks Sirius never let up and neither did you, every time he approached you, he would flirt then you’d say some witty comment back and or combine that with your own flirting before making your exit. You enjoyed it, you didn’t think you were one to like flirting since every time someone had tried before you shut it down, you’d never even kissed anyone. Surprisingly flirting was very similar to your usual sarcasm, just throw in some body language, the odd compliment and you were a natural.

You huffed as you racked through your bag, trying to find your quill, sure there was a side pocket in there you could use but no, that would be too easy. As you looked you felt a body side next to you, you didn’t look up as you assumed it was Marlene so you gently nudged them to say hi but as you did, you caught their scent

Looking up you saw Sirius smiling “Hey pretty girl” he greets

“Pretty boy” you acknowledge with an annoyed smile back “You forget where your seat was or something?” you ask wondering if this was his latest tactic

“Nope, this is my new seat” he states which makes you tilt your head “Well I may have suggested that me sitting with you would cause less trouble than be sitting with Prongs…James” he says, correcting the nickname

“You trouble? Never” you say in a tone laced with sarcasm which makes him chuckle “Why did you really switch?” you ask genuinely

“Isn’t it obvious?” he shakes his head smiling “I want to spend more time with you” his tone is different than before; your mind could even trick you into believing it’s sincere

“Well I’d spend time with me I’m very interesting” you smirk before turning back to your bag “Yes!” you quietly cheer as you find the quill to which you look over at him noting he looks a little surprised “I found my quill” you elaborate as you pull it out of the bag

He nods letting out an ‘ah’ as he begins to get his own stuff out “You are very intriguing” he says glancing at you briefly

“And you are very persistent” you note yet there is a playfulness in your voice, a playfulness that gave Sirius hope you enjoyed these little interactions as much as he did

As the teacher spoke there was a tension between the two of you, but it was strangely comforting having him close. Usually you left right away, never staying too long but the prolonged contact was distracting. They way your shoulders were so close to brushing, or how your hand was mere centimetres from his, it was safe to say you weren’t learning anything this lesson so you began to doodle instead of writing notes, you were sure Lily wouldn’t mind letting you copy them later.

As you started scribbling a series of drawings along the side of your parchment Sirius’ eyes were glued on your free hand, he wondered what it would feel like to hold it, to hold you in his arms…what was happening to him? His eyes snapped back to his blank parchment trying to rack his brain to figure out what this feeling was even if he knew deep down. His eyes couldn’t stay away from you for long, lifting his head as he pretended to listen and read the blackboard behind the professor while his eyes flicked to the side, admiring your features. Tracing over your lightly parted lips, lips he wanted to kiss more than any other, the way your nose wiggled ever so slightly as you concentrated, then his eyes fell to your hand delicately sketching on the paper.

His throat felt a little tight as he turned back to his own, so he picked up his quill just to have something to hold and channel his emotions. As he was fiddling with the quill you’re eyes drifted towards it, you felt uneasy thinking that he was nervous about something especially since he was too busy with whatever it was to notice the professor had stopped talking and called from everyone to discuss the topic in pairs for the next 5 to 10 minutes.

“Sirius?” you gently place your hand over the one on the quill afraid he might snap it if he’s not careful

He looked over at you then down at your hands to which you quickly retract leaving him with an empty feeling, merlin what the hell is she doing to me, he thinks “Yeah?”

“Are you alright?” you ask not bothering to mask the concern, your head tilting as your eyebrows knit together

He seems to shake himself out of it returning to his usual cocky self, leaning forward “Worried about me darling?” he smirks

You let out an empty laugh shaking your head “Never” you say turning back to your doodles annoyed at yourself for caring in the first place and for warm feeling spreading across your chest at the pet name

Your disappointment made Sirius regret his reply immediately quietly sighing as he turned back to his own paper. The rest of the class dragged in, when it ended it was Sirius making the quick escape, ignoring James and heading straight to his dorm. Dropping his stuff and flopped backwards onto the bed, not noticing one of his other friends was sitting on their own bed reading until he spoke

“Class that bad huh?” Remus chuckles closing his book and swivelling around to face him

Sirius huffs “What is it that’s so alluring about her, I just want to grab her face…” he gestures towards the air “…and kiss her, hold her…” he trials off breathing heavy “Why won’t she let me? it’s been almost a month no one resists me for that long…and no I’ve already checked with Marlene she does like guys” he answers as if that was the question Remus was readying himself to ask

“You know Pads maybe you should just forget the bet, it’s clearly messing with you” Remus suggests hoping he listens

“No, I am not a quitter, I won’t let prongs win” Sirius insists sitting up and pointing his friend “Sirius black always gets the girl even if she is the most…infuriately pretty…fascinating girl that ever lived” he sighs “Please help me”

Remus clenches his jaw for a second, thinking about what he should do, he didn’t want you to have your feelings played with but he also knew Sirius would never give up. He was at an impasse, weighting the options before he decided, there was a chance Sirius could fall for you, as small as if could be he had to hope for that outcome

“You ever thought about actually having a conversation with her?” Sirius looks at him confused “Without flirting, like genuinely get to know her and not…” he’s cut off

“Without flirting? Moony how will I get her to fall for me if I don’t flirt?” he says lost

“And how is that going for you?” he asks which makes Sirius think for a second be nodding in defeat

A few days later Sirius found you by a tree in the courtyard, he didn’t approach you right away, instead leaned against one of the archways and watched you, thinking of what to do. He tried to form a sentence in his head planning what to say, but all his stupid brain could think about was wanting to brush the little strand of hair from your face or maybe letting himself lay his head on your lap as you read…before he could begin to imagine anything else he shook his head and walked up to you

“Hey pretty girl” he greets, smiling at you as you raise your head to look at him “Can I join?”

“If I say no you’ll join anyway right?” you say with a little laugh shifting a little to pull your skirt down

Sirius watches your movements before his eyes flick back up “If you say no I’ll leave you alone” he says honestly

You look up at him “If you’re trying to use reverse psychology me that isn’t going to work” you say curiously

“Reverse?” his eyes flash with confusion before he shakes his head “Can I though?…join you I mean” you nod hesitatingly, this wasn’t the usual routine what was he playing at?

Sirius lowered himself next to you but kept a healthy inch apart even if that was an inch too far for his liking. He doesn’t say anything merely begins playing with the grass between the two of you so you return to your book. Much like before the silence is oddly comfortable and you find yourself resisting the urge to lean your head on his shoulder, merlin did you hate that he was beginning to have an effect on you

“What’s it about?” Sirius asks randomly chuckling as you eye him “The book?” he points to it

“Umm here” you hand it to him “I’m terrible at describing books so you’re best reading the blurb on the back” you confess “It only just came out this year”

As he takes the book his fingers brush over yours, breath hitching as he feels a small spark flow through him, so distracted with the sensation that he misses your own little gasp. He reads the summary carefully before turning back to you, your lip bitten showing the first sign of nerves he’s ever seen from you, it was clear you cared what he thought of the book

“Sounds interesting” he says earnestly “Could you read me some of it?”

You look taken aback by his request but nod taking the book and opening it, beginning to read the first page “The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village. It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of the West village…” your voice was soft and easy to listen too, leaning his head back on the trunk of the tree as you continued “…The only person for whom the house was in any way special was Arthur Dent, and that was only because it happened to be the one he lived in. He had…” Sirius smiled closing his eyes, he’d never been one for reading but he’d listen to you read a novel if you’d let him

After a while your head slowly fell onto his shoulder as you continued to read aloud, feeling the vibrations as he chuckled while you did the little voices of the characters, in particular when Arthur told the man he could shove his bypass up his ass…okay you paraphrased but that’s what he meant

While you and Sirius bonded, two girls passed by the court yard spotting you through the archways “Looks like she’s finally given it up” one says

“Looks like it, shame the pretty little thing had no idea she’s a bet” she pouts “But once he’s used her up he’ll come crawling back to moi” she says wickedly, sure she was jealous of the intimacy between the two of you but she also knew Sirius never backed out of a bet and she’d have him again in no time

Over the next week you let Sirius in, you read more of the book to him, let him join you while you studied and sit next to you in the classes you shared. Every now and again you’d let out a quick remark and he would flirt with you but it felt different than before, every time he called you pretty girl your heart fluttered and you began to forget nor care about how many people he may have said this to before. You were falling for him, it terrified you but you couldn’t stop it, nor did you want to.

Eventually one day you were reading to him under the same tree in the courtyard during a free period “Wait hold up a minute!” your head leaves his shoulder at his exclamation “This guy has two heads” he holds up two fingers looking at you bewildered

“Yes” you confirm “He’s an alien” you giggle at him

“This book just keeps getting weirder and while we are on the subject of weird why do we always need a towel?” he shrugs bewildered to which you laugh at him “Stop laughing I want to know why?” he smiles brightly at you

“42” you answer with a mischievous look

“What’s 42?” he asks hesitantly

“The answer to everything” you say ambiguously shifting so one leg is crossed while the other is up to your chest, hands with the book in front of you as you head rests on your knee trying to hide the huge smile on your face

“You’re really cute when you do that” he notes

“Well wouldn’t be your pretty girl if I wasn’t somewhat cute” you say casually

He chuckles before it registers mouth dropping “You’re my pretty girl?” he asks looking at you hopefully

“You think I’d just read to anyone?” you say with a chuckle “But if you want I can go see if Remus or…” you taught him

He cuts you off “No no you’re mine now and if you are my girl now…” he says smirking, leaning forward as he gently manhandles you, moving your legs are out flat and positioning your back against the tree “I can do this” he says happily shifting to lay his head on your lap

You look down at him “Wow and I thought you’d ask for a kiss” you muse “turns out you’re just a big softie” you say teasingly

He lets out a laugh, sitting up for a moment “Well now I know that’s on the cards, can I?” he smirks

“On one condition” you request

“Anything” he says right away

“Make it a memorable one since it’ll be my…my first” you say the last part quietly

His eyes widen in surprise, slight guilt swelling but he pushes it away “Agreed but I have my own condition” he leans in noses brushing

“And what would that be?” you ask as you move in a little closer as well, stomach filled with butterflies as your lips graze when he speaks

“You officially be my pretty girl”

“The only one?”

“Only you”

About a month had passed since that day in the courtyard and you both were the centre of gossip. Some made bets of how long you’d last, ranging from one day to a month, others felt sympathetic for you being his latest victim while a handful looked at you with eyes full of jealousy. None more than a certain Ravenclaw who once too was the centre gossip, only you had lasted longer than her in resisting his charms as she was once called his biggest chase. Of course, less than a week in he grew bored, yet still came back every now and again for a shag.

You vexed her greatly, not only were you in what she felt was her place but he hadn’t even looked at her since his eyes fell upon you that breakfast. She was sure you hadn’t put out yet, and from her little friend in Gryffindor snooping in on you and Marlene’s conversations she found out why. She should have shivered at how cruel the situation was and a part of her knew that, but the big green monster in her stomach pushed away any sympathy especially after weeks had passed and you and Sirius had only gotten closer.

He hardly left your side, always had to be touching you in some way. He held your hand under the desk in class, your thigh at dinner now you, Marlene, Dorcas and Lily had moved up to sit with his friends much to another marauders delight. You and he were often seen with him laying his head in your lap as you read, or from her friend, cuddling on the couches in the Gryffindor common room. She hated the PDA, the lingering kisses, the way Sirius’ lit up in your presence, the way he’d nuzzle his nose with yours to make you giggle. However, the only silver lining was you and he were headed to the next level and after that he’d leave you high and dry.

She was currently headed back to Ravenclaw tower when she passed by the Marauders chilling out in an empty corridor, well three of them at least. She would have walked on by if she hadn’t overheard what they were speaking about, instead deciding to hide in the shadow of a pillar and eavesdrop

“I’m telling you he made me stay up until 4 this morning preparing and then made Wormtail skip class so he could set it all up” James says chuckling slightly

“What exactly does he have planned?” Remus asks his voice wavering a little

“He’s set up this little picnic in the astronomy tower, she’s been reading this space book to him and he’s going to point out all the stars…oh and there some special astro thing happening tonight as well, meteor shower I think” the boy explains

“You think they’ll finally you know?” Peter implies to which the girl feels her stomach turn

“I mean if he did all that for me you bet I’d drop my pants” James says securely

“Prongs” Remus scolds

“What? It’s romantic” he defends “Like you two wouldn’t either”

“Are you forgetting something” Remus says clearly trying to jog his friend’s memory

“Forgetting what?” James takes a second to recall “Oh shit the bet…I mean I doubt that’s still going, right?” the girl pokes her head out to see James looking a little worried as he looks between his friends

Peter shrugs “I really hope not, y/n so nice and I really do think she makes Pads happy” he says sadly

Remus nods in agreement “I think he loves her” the information makes the girls blood boil “He hasn’t mentioned the bet in ages, he goes on about how amazing she is to us, he’s planning a big event tonight for their one month…he can’t be going through with it still, if he is then he’s not the Sirius I know…there is no way he’d be that cruel” he says honestly, grimacing at the thought his friend would even consider such a thing

“Yeah…” James nods before a slight cheekiness takes over his features “…since he technically not going through with it I don’t have to buy you guys stuff, anymore do I?” he checks

“Well your words were ‘he couldn’t get her’ originally but we will lower it to you buying us anything we want from Honeydukes. Which means the expensive chocolate” he says with a large smirk

“The good stuff” Peter adds

The girl didn’t wait to listen any longer as Remus and Peter seemed to start talking about how this brand was the best. As she made her way through the corridors she felt angry at the idea that Sirius Black, her Sirius, fell in love. There was no way, he didn’t do love he’d said that so many times, he must be playing with you, you weren’t putting out so he had to make you fall in love that’s the only reasonable explanation

As she wandered she walked directly into someone “I’m so sorry” she hears the person say, still dazed from falling on her arse

“It’s…” she starts before her eyes focus and she realises she ran into you of all people “It’s okay…thank you” she says as you help her up

“Again, I’m so sorry” you apologise once more before beginning to walk off in the direction of the astronomy tower

“Y/n?” She calls out making you turn back, letting out a small ‘yeah’ with a confused look at how she knew your name “You’re in advanced Charms right?” you nod “Can I get your notes from last week I missed class since I had bad cramps”

Your face lights up as you nod “Yeah of course us gals got to look out for each other…I’ll come find you some point tomorrow with them, I’ve got plans tonight” you smile giving her a wave before walking off properly this time

As you climbed the stairs to the astronomy tower your stomach filled with excitement, you had been worried Sirius would get bored of you, or push you to go too fast but he had been perfect in every way. He insisted on you hanging out with his friends, asking about your family, you don’t do that unless you’re all in so as you got to the door you knew you were ready to be all in as well.

Walking in your heart skips seeing the blankets laid out, cushions surrounding one end, little charmed candles floating around and dinner along with extra snacks spread out, even some butterbeers poking out of the little basket.

As your footsteps lightly echo you see Sirius pop his head out from around the corner “Hey pretty girl” he smiles brightly making his way up to you “What you think?” he nods his head towards the romantic display, moving to wrap his arms around your waist from behind placing a gentle kiss to your exposed neck

You lean into him “eh it’s alright” you tease earning a playful squeeze to your sides before moves to blow into your neck making little fart noises, the vibrations tickling you “Siri!” you squeal

He pulls back “It’s Alright? Just alright this is the most romantic thing I could fathom I’m going to need to some more than it’s alright darling” he turns you round to face him, poking her cheek as he supresses his smirk

“Fine” you concede before proceeding to exclaim in fake awe “Oh Godric this is so romantic…it’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever…mhm” he shakes his head at you with the biggest smile before he cuts out off with a kiss, dipping his head down to capture your lips followed by his hands coming up to cup his cheeks

You can’t help but smile as he nuzzles his nose with yours briefly before he pulls back “I love it” you take his hand in yours pulling him over to the assortment of blankets and pillows “What time does the shower start?” you ask letting go of his hand as you sit down next to the blanket and begin taking off your shoes

He settles himself on the blanket, loosening his tie as he speaks “Around 10ish so we’ve got around an hour or so, plenty time” he reassures rolling his tie up and placing it to the side

You shuffle over onto the blanket next to him, beginning to loosen your own tie “So what’s on the menu?” you say leaning over to place your tie next to his before you loop your arms around his hugging it as you lean your head on his shoulder

“Well I got the house elves to make your favourite” he leans forward every so slightly to unveil the meal

You turn your head up to kiss his cheek “Thank you but I think I fancy dessert first” you ask in a tone that seems to go over your boyfriend’s head

“Yeah I got…” he starts but you tug on his shirt “What?” he looks at you confused

You giggle at him “No Siri…” you gently climb over onto his lap “not that kind of dessert pretty boy” your tug your bottom lip as your settle with your legs on either side of his, hands on his chest

His face forms into a smirk, hands running up and down your jumper clad sides “In that case you can give me some sugar” he winks

“You’re lucky I like you because that was an awful line” you ask as you lean in closer

“Still worked though” he nudges his nose with yours, as you whisper a quiet ‘it did’ before your lips meet

The kiss started as your normal make out session, Sirius pulling you in towards him by your jumper before proceeding to kiss from your lips to your jaw then down your neck. Your eyes close as his lips latch you’re your neck hands lacing with his hair, it’s only when you roll your hips does he pull back with a small groan

“We should eat before it gets cold” his voice breathy, chest rising and falling quickly

You pout, thinking for a second “What if we ate after?” you suggest

“After?” he smiles confused before the realisation washes over “Y/n…”

“I’m ready” you say sure but Sirius seems to look conflicted “Siri?” you tilt your head leaning forward a bit

“I don’t want to rush…” he struggles to form words as his throat feels tight, you and he had never gone further than this

“I want to…” you give him a smile but it falters your heart aching as you ask quietly “…do you not want…”

“No…” he cuts you off grips your arms before his eyes widen “Fuck no I mean yes…” he corrects “…yes of course I do” his voice softens as his hand comes up to gently caress your cheek “Merlin I’d be a lair if I hadn’t thought about it on more than one occasion…I know I set up this really romantic situation…” he looks around “…but that doesn’t mean you need to feel obligated…” he’s cut off buy your finger on his lips

“I know” you remove your finger taking his hand from your cheek and kissing his knuckles “I’m ready” you repeat

He gives you a small nod and a smile before moving in to kiss you again, gently manoeuvring the two of you so you are laying down, hair splayed across the pillow. He looks down lovingly as he begins to climb over you, leaning on his forearm as his hand runs from your waist up to your jaw before pushing a little strand of hair back behind your ear

“Tell me if you want to stop at anytime okay?” he looks at you watching as you nod “Words darling” he prompts placing a tender kiss to your forehead

“I’ll let you know”

Sirius arms were wrapped tightly around you while your head lay on his bare chest, fingers tracing over one of his tattoos “What is this one for?” you ask moving to rest on your chin as you peer up

He smiles “That one is for Remus” his hand moves to play with your hair “You don’t mind them, do you?” he asks with a slight vulnerability in his voice

You give him a little smile and shake your head before placing a delicate kiss on the inked skin “I think they are beautiful” you say softly glancing up at him “Just like you”

He smiles down at you, the kind of smile you’d only read about in books the kind that just screamed all the love in the world “What’s your favourite animal?” he inquires

You lean your head on his chest again as you ponder but as you are about to answer you notice the sky “Siri” you sit up not caring that the blanket that was once covering you had fallen down as you crawl down to the edge of the blanket “It’s starting” you turn back for a second smiling brightly before your eyes return to the streaking sky and your arm motions behind you for him to join

Sirius takes a second to admire your unclothed figure, eyes trailing down your spine and beyond the small of your back before he lifts the blanket and shifts down next to you. You move to sit on your butt, legs to your chest as he drapes the blanket around you both

As you grip on to the blanket he pulls your legs over his, placing a kiss to your temple “Wow” you breath out as you watch the sky, cuddling closer

“Almost as gorgeous as you my pretty girl” he nudges his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent

“Same could be said for you…my pretty boy”

The warmth of the sun woke you first, as your eyes fluttered open you vaguely saw the tattoos of Sirius’ chest and felt the little shapes he was tracing on your lower back

He must have felt the apples of your cheeks rising as you felt his voice vibrating from his chest “Morning” he pulls you up to plant a kiss to your hair

You look up to see him smiling at you “Morning” you can’t help but copy his expression

“So, I’m going to watch James practice this morning but after that I was thinking you could join us in sneaking to Hogsmeade?” He asks making no effort to move

You think for a second “Sounds good” you nod before remembering “Oh I told this girl I’d let her borrow my charm notes so I’ll go find her and help her with that then I’ll come to your dorm in the afternoon?” you explain

“Great it’s a plan, now before we have to leave…” His hands slide up and down your side’s eyes signalling to you “You wanna?”

After some morning fun you headed back to your dorm while Sirius offered to clear up the tower, walking into your dorm you said hi to Marlene and Lily who both eyed the very obvious bedhead amoung a few other things

“Looks like you had a very good night” Marlene smirks before turning to Lily “She didn’t come back either did she?”

“She did not” Lily nods in agreement “So…” she prods

You just smile excitedly and nod “twice” you hold up two fingers as you let out a happy giggle

Marlene lights up “You have to tell us everything! Are the rumours true is he packi…Lils come on like you’ve never wondered” she rubs her arm where Lily elbowed her

“What was it like?” Lily asks as you sit down across from them on your bed

“He was really sweet, kept asking to make sure I was comfortable” the girls looked pleased at that “and he told me he loved me” you say slowly still in disbelief yourself

“Before or after” Lily asks carefully

“After” you breathe out, heart jumping as Lily and Marlene smile, clearly happy with the answer

After a few more minutes of you explaining what happened Lily gives you a cheeky look “So…is he?”

“Hi” you call out to a younger girl “I’m looking for a girl in her final year, she has black hair about yay height wearing bright red lipstick?” you describe to the her as you stand awkwardly outside the entrance to Ravenclaw tower

“Oh, I know her…I think…give me a second?” you nod moving to lean on a wall nearby as you wait

Around five minutes later the girl in question comes out “Hi y/n, you got the notes?” she gives you a strange smile but you nod going into your bag and pulling them out

As you do her eyes hone in on your glowing appearance, the smile that doesn’t leave your lips and the small hues of purple that litter your neck where your jumper had slipped down

It was then that green monster took over and she did something horrible “Here” you hand over the notes “Do you want me to go over them?” you offer

“No that’s okay” she says in a worried voice “I do need the notes but that’s not why I wanted to talk to you yesterday…” she confesses making you look at her confused “You see I overheard Sirius’ friends talking yesterday and…” your felt an uneasy feeling in your stomach “they were talking about how tonight was the night he was going to complete the bet” she says looing sorry for you “I’m so sorry I should have said yesterday…I’m so sorry y/n” she apologises

You felt like all the life was drained from your body, the world swept from under you, your throat closing up as your heart sank “Are you sure they were talking about…me?” you confirm hoping the girl just misheard, the boys did make bets on random things

“I didn’t mishear…I wish I did believe me. When you said yesterday us girls got to look out for each other I was up all night worried that I never told you” she looks at you with a sympathetic expression

“It’s okay…thank…” you struggle to speak “thank you for…for telling me” you whisper as tears sting your eyes “Excuse me” you cover mouth with your hand, the tears falling as you quickly walk away

The girl would be a lair if she said she didn’t feel any guilt, she knew that was beyond cruel but in the moment all she saw was red. Meanwhile you couldn’t breathe, quickly ducking in the little crevice behind the nearest tapestry to let the tears flow freely as you slid down the wall, heart breaking. He wouldn’t, would he? You couldn’t have been just bet to him, he told you he loved you, he was gentle with you, he looked at you like you were the only person in the whole world, and yet as you thought back you remembered his hesitation, the wash of guilt you could swear you now saw in his eyes.

You had no idea how long you sat there crying but eventually you ran out of tears, the pain was overwhelming, you felt so used. You couldn’t even be angry you were just destroyed, you felt like your heart had been ripped out, how did you go from being the happiest girl in the world to this. After wiping your tears and spending a couple minutes composing yourself in order to make it back to your dorm, you started to go over everything. You wanted to go up to Sirius and ask him, shout at him, cry to him about how cruel he was but at the same time you needed a clear head, you needed to think.

As you made your way into the common room you spotted James, he looked like he was heading down to practice, you knew he was a bit forgetful and it looked like he forgot his gloves this time so Sirius was probably not around.

As you came closer you called out “James?” your voice a little shaky, even if you were trying to hide it he saw straight through, a worried look spreading across his features “Hey Y/n, everything alright?” he places his hand on your shoulder

You didn’t know if you wanted to hug him or slap him, did he know, had Sirius already bragged to him? James had become your friend, you thought you could trust him “Umm” you close your eyes trying to process, thinking of what to say

“Y/n…” his voice dripping with worry now “You want me to get Sirius?”

“No” you say quickly shaking your head “Just…umm…bad cramps. Can you tell him I won’t be able to make it later, I…I don’t feel very well” you lie but in your current state he believes you and pulls you in for a hug?

You freeze a second before accepting it, your brain even more confused than before “You want us to get you chocolate while we are out?” he offers with a kind smile

You nod “Yes please” you give him a tight smile before heading up to your dorm

As you enter you’re happy the room is empty, there was no way you could lie to your friends and if they found out Sirius would be hexed and bet to a pulp before you had time to think things through. You kicked off your shoes, the tears flowing down your cheeks again but you didn’t care as you unzipped your jeans and let them drop to the floor, kicking them away as they did. Doing the same with your shirt and bra before heading to your bed, let out a sob as you saw one of Sirius’ jumpers, the one he’d given you when you were cold in stands last week.

Despite your better judgement you picked it up and put it on, giving the material of the collar a sniff. You felt so pathetic in that moment, no longer the strong girl you always held yourself up, but now a girl with a shattered heart that still loved him after what he’d done. You smoothed the large quilt and picked up your favourite blanket, gulfing yourself with it as you climbed onto your bed, pulling a spare pillow down to hug and muttering a spell on the door to muffle the cries in case someone heard as they walked by

As you cried you weighted your options, you could a) confront him and talk things through, b) just break up with him or c) let things run their course and watch what he does next. You were the definition of irrationally rational in the moment, as you thought about it you couldn’t help but think he really did love you, he wouldn’t feel guilty if he didn’t at least feel something for you. He wouldn’t have asked about your family, told you about his own, what his fears where or how he ran away if he wasn’t serious about you. So now you felt like option c was the only logical choice

Maybe you were being blind or far too hopeful, but you knew Sirius was going to do 1 of 3 things; one he’d let his pride get the better of him and be cruel and go through with it, which means his friends and him are pigs that should rot in hell. Two, he never tells you and allows your relationship to be built on a lie. Or three, the guilt would get to him and he confesses the whole thing. The third scenario was the one you hoped for, because that was the only one you and he had a possible future in

“I’m fucked” James says as he dumps his quidditch gear down in the corner of is room before proceeding to fall onto his bed groaning

Remus chuckles “You still up for Hogsmeade or do you want us to grab you something?” he asks fixing his jacket

“Umm…nah I’ll come just give me five minutes” he replies sitting up and getting changed sluggishly as Peter and Sirius come in

“Hey man” Sirius pats his back smiling away “That last goal was awesome, the way you and Marlene did that one two was masterful” he compliments earning a proud smile from his friend

“Thank man, I’ll just nip to the loo before we head” James announces heading into the bathroom

The rest of the boys sit on their beds facing one another “So how’d it go last night, I would have asked at practice but I couldn’t hear anything with Marlene’s shouting” Remus chuckles recalling how she must have said every swear in the book twenty times as she directed everyone about

“It was…” Sirius smiles “…perfect, she was perfection” his smiles falters “And I’m an asshole…” he swallows hard

“Why?” Remus looks at him confused and a little concerned

Sirius looks up at two friends, tears pricking his eyes as he speaks “We need to call of the bet…I can’t lie to her anymore this is eating me alive” he confesses

“Mate” Remus lets out a relieved laugh “We all figured the bet was off ages ago” he reassures him while feeling relieved himself

“You thinking of telling her?” Peter asks hesitantly

Sirius nods “I love her, more than anything” he sighs looking down “She deserves to know the truth…even if she hates me after” he says painfully

Remus gives him a surprised look but inside he’s proud of his friends growth, the kind he hoped for all those weeks ago but that didn’t mean is heart didn’t hurt for him, as he was about to speak James saunters back in “I leave for two minutes and you all look like someone died” he jokes but no one’s laughs “Someone didn’t actually die did they?” he begins to panic

“No one died” Remus reassures “Pads has just let us know he’s going to tell y/n about the bet” he explains with a sad look

James relaxes before he looks at Sirius “You are?” he moves to sit next to Sirius right away, eyes widening as he nods “Wow” James breaths out “I’m proud of you, really it would be easy to pretend like it didn’t exist” that earns him a small smile from Sirius “I wouldn’t do it today or maybe you should you can do what you want but I ran into y/n earlier, I was going to tell you but the need to piss was more important…” he starts to ramble

“James” Sirius eyes him his tone warning

“Oh right” he let out a nervous laugh “She looked like she had been crying, I asked what was wrong and she said she had bad cramps, she looked like she was in a lot of pain” he winces remembering your state

Sirius eyes soften as he grows concerned “Where is she now?” he asks standing up

“Her dorm I think” James answers with a shrug

Sirius nods turning to Remus “Can I borrow some chocolate and that muggle…water heaty thing?” he asks

Remus nods “Yes and yes but it’s for y/n not you because you’ll puke” he points standing up and going into one of the drawers pulling out the hot water bottle

“That was one time…” Sirius whines looking at his friends that all eye him “Fine, 4 times but the last one wasn’t my fault” he concedes turning back to take the bottle

“Turn around” Remus says motioning “All of you…now” he ushers

The boys all turn around facing away yet still tease him for being so protective over his stash “Moony and Chocolate sitting in a tree” James starts

“K.i.s.s.i.n.g” the others join in

When Sirius woke up that morning with you he was happy, the way you nuzzled into his chest made him feel at peace, but it was all bittersweet as he felt like he was lying to you. He didn’t care about the bet anymore, he just wanted this, you in his arms, you reading to him, playing with his hair. As he sat at practice that afternoon it was all he could think about, sure he could just tell his fiends it was off but that wouldn’t cure the pit in his stomach.

As he got to your dorm and knocked there was no answer so he gently pushed open the door, looking around quickly it seemed empty until he heard a light sniff. Walking deeper into the room his heart broke as he saw you curled into a little ball asleep. He set the now warm bottle on the bed next to him as he sat and the chocolate on your bedside table before he pushed some of your hair from your face. He winced at your puffy eyes and dried tears on your cheeks as well as the little wet patch on the pillow you were hugging. Standing up he moves around to the other side of the bed, lifting up the blanket and climbing in next to you.

As his arms gently wrapped around your waist being wary of your stomach he smiled as he noticed you in his jumper, gently kissing the side of your head “y/n?” you hum but stay asleep, lazily shifting around letting go of the pillow and hugging him instead

He chuckles a little at the adorable sight but the vibrations of his chest seem to wake you “Siri?” you say shakily not moving your head from his chest

“I’m here darling” he kisses the top of your head and helps you sit up “Prongs told me you’ve got bad cramps?”

You just stare at him, eyes pricking with tears as you have no idea what to say and you were only 40% sure you even heard him “Siri” you break down head falling into your hands

Sirius quickly scoops you into his arms, your legs straddling his as you cry into the crook of his neck, after a few minutes he speaks “Y/n?” you pull back a little staring at him with sad doe eyes “Here” he leans over grabbing the water bottle “Will this help I remember you and Marlene mentioning it once” he places it between the two of you on your stomach

You look down at it one hand going to grip it, your breathing heavy but your lips tug up at the gesture, a guy that was just using you for a bet wouldn’t drop everything and bring you a hot water bottle when he thought you had period pain

Your pulled from your thoughts by Sirius rubbing his hands up and down your arms “I brought you some chocolate too” he nods to the bar on your table

“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful” you lean forward giving him a kiss to the nose out of habit

He smiles but it falters “You can tell me to shut up if I’m wrong but if I was too rough this morning and you’re in pain or you regret…” he looks at you worried

“No you didn’t hurt me…” you shake your head giving him a little smile “…it was very much the opposite and…” you hesitate meeting his eyes “I didn’t regret it” It was true, whatever happened next you wouldn’t regret last night or the time you spend with him, even if it could be short lived

He nods “Good” he says relieved before he swallows hard “How are you feeling?” he asks hand subconsciously gazing your stomach

“I’m feeling better” you place your hand over his

As you look in his eyes you can see what looks like inner conflict as his eyes drift to yours and his hands “Y/n…” he looks back up eyes glassy “I need to tell you something” you nod slowly the sickness in your stomach returning “But before I do I need you to know that everything I said last night was true. I love you more than anything in this world” his eyes start to water

“Go on” you say quietly

“Before I first…the day we…emm” he starts before scrunching up his face rubbing his eyes a little as he thinks “Sorry I really should have practiced or thought what I was going to say…” he apologises “I made a bet with the boys…” he starts properly your heart sinking with the conformation

“What kind of bet?” you sniffle a little as your eyes water

His tears are threatening to fall as he speaks “That I could play you…” yours start falling “…and I agreed to it because I am…was…a utter arse” he says the words slowly as he tries to keep his emotions in but they gradually get the better of him while you stay quiet, letting him speak “When I first approached you I was only looking for one thing, trying to lure you in with my charms but it ended up being the opposite. You are the most wonderful person I’ve ever met, you make me feel at peace, the same way I feel laying on the couch in James living room while his mum cooks dinner” he takes a breath “You’re my home, it’s weird to say someone feels like your home but…I just know wherever you are is where I want to be” he reaches out to wipe the tears that where flowing down your face but stops himself, realising that you might not want him to touch you anymore “I love y/n, I’m always going to love you and no matter what you say next…” he wipes his nose with his hand not caring about letting you see him fully cry “I understand if you never want to see me again” he finishes

You heart ached, the vocal confirmation killed you but seeing Sirius completely break down hurt more, you wanted to kiss him, forgive him and tell him you loved him too but you couldn’t, you stayed silent like you bound to it

After a few minutes of painful silence, you finally speak “I don’t have cramps” you confess so quietly he almost didn’t hear it

He tilts his head “What?” he breaths out, he was expecting a punch or you to shout so this baffled him

“This morning I was going to give that girl her charms notes” he nods unsure of where you’re going with this “She told me she overheard your friends talking yesterday…” his heart drop “…about how last night was the night you were going to complete the bet” you look down refusing to look at him

Sirius felt like he was going to puke or faint or both, the realisation you had spent the whole day in your dorm crying was like an arrow to his chest, you were supposed to find out from him not some girl. He had no idea how anyone even knew, let alone why his friends would say something like that but that was a mess to deal with later

“How much was I worth?” you ask lowly

He winced at how broken you sounded “Anything the wanted from Hogsmeade I would buy…but y/n” he goes to cup your cheek but stops himself again “You stopped being a bet long ago…you are worth so much and I was so shallow to ever make that bet in first place”

“When?” you sniff “When did I stop being just a bet?” you still don’t look at him

“You remember the day I first sat next to you in class and I spaced out” you eyebrows knit together before you nod “All I could think about in that class was how much I wanted to know what it would be like to hold your hand in mine” his eyes drift to yours hands as the fiddle with the hem of your jumper “From then I knew you were more than just a bet but it wasn’t until I was listening to you read did I know for sure…from then everything I said wasn’t because of the bet it was…because I wanted to be with you”

You let out a shaky breath your heart fluttering and breaking all at once unsure of what to do, he seems to notice your turmoil but says quiet as he feels his own heart falling apart piece by piece

“Thank you, I appreciate you telling me” you nod lightly looking back up at him

He gives you a small smile bit it’s pained “Umm, so what do you want to do now?” he asks scared of the answer

You look him the eyes trying your hardest not to give in “I need some time to think” if there was going to be a future you needed to go away and mow things over

“Of course” he nods quickly starting to tear up again clearly heartbroken but he understood

You move to kneel on the bed next to him allowing him to get up, the loss of proximity killing the two of you, he turns back as he climbs off the bed “Thank you” you give him the smallest of smiles

He nods heading to the door and opening it, looking back one last time “I love you pretty girl” a tear falls from his eye as he says it before he leaves closing the door behind him

As the door shuts you burst into tears “I love you too pretty boy” you whisper to yourself

On the other side of the door Sirius fully breaks down, breathing heavy as clutches his chest, a pained sob escaping his lips as he begins to make his way back to his dorm. He was glad it was empty when he got there as he just collapsed on his knees to the floor, tears beginning to wet the carpet beneath him. He knew there was still a chance for you both, as small as it may be, but he knew he’d never forgive himself for breaking you, nor could he picture anything other than the hurt on your face.

He was so caught up in the emotional pain which had soon turned physical, to hear the door click open behind him “Pads?” James asks but there’s no response besides the sobs

The boys looked between each other before James knelt down on his left and Peter on his right while Remus did the same in front of him, all of their hearts aching and wondering the same thing

“Sirius” Remus says gently, hand moving to take his while Peter rubs his back and James places his own on his shoulder

Sirius doesn’t look up “I told her” he blubs out through the sobs

Remus closes his eyes for a second before squeezing his hand “What did she say?” he asks but as he glances between his two friend they all knew it couldn’t have been good

“I broke her…why do I break everything I touch” he states ignoring the question letting out a strained cry

James shakes his head his hand moving to pull Sirius’ face towards him cupping his cheeks “You do not break everything you touch” his eyes filled with concern, he had seen this only one before from his friend and it was the night he ran away so he knew the destructive path he could fall into and that scared him

“What happened Sirius?” Remus urges softly making James let go of his face

“I…” he swallows, snuffling a bit and wiping his nose with his jumper, composing himself enough to speak “I went to her dorm, she was crawled up in a little ball, already looked like she had had cried her heart out. I comforted her for a bit and then I told her. She just listened…Godric she looked so hearbroken… but…” his nose scrunches up “…the worst bit is she already knew” he shakes his head in disbelief

“She knew?” Peter questions looking puzzled, Remus equally so while the realisation hits James

“She didn’t have cramps, did she?” he asks to which Sirius shakes his head sadly “Earlier she froze when I hugged her at first…who…how” he struggles to process, thinking how confused he must have made you the guilt in his own stomach was crushing

“Some girl overheard you guys talking yesterday…told her when she gave her some notes this morning” Sirius explains

Remus lets out a series of confused sounds before he forms a sentence “If this girl did overhear us talking about the bet then she would have heard us saying how we thought it was off and that we were sure you loved her” he looks between Peter and James who nod in agreement

“Y/n said she told her that you said tonight was the night I’d complete it…why…who’s in advanced charms with us?” Sirius asks trying to recall

“Couldn’t tell ya, Marls and Lily would know” James suggests

“If they don’t kill me” he lets out an empty laugh

“Sirius” Peter speaks up “Are you and y/n still together or…I mean how did you leave things…” he corrects himself

“She said she needs time to think…you think she’ll ever forgive me…I don’t deserve it but…I don’t know what I’m going to do if she can’t” he breaks down again, his head falling into Remus’ chest “Merlin it hurts so much” he chokes out as he clutches onto his friends jumper while the boy wraps his arms around him looking worriedly at the other two

The next day was a Sunday, both you and Sirius following a similar routine, neither of you leaving your bed except to go to the bathroom. Lily and Marlene were soon filled in on what happened and stayed up with you the previous night to talk while the boys did something similar with Sirius as they tried their best to support him. Lily stayed with you most of the day, only leaving to get you food, Marlene was there as well but she disappeared for about an hour, that hour was spend in the boy’s dorm

Originally, she was going to beat Sirius’ ass but as she got to the dorm she saw Sirius’ state she stopped herself, the way his face was chalk white under the red nose and puff eyes, not bothering to make up some apology just bracing himself for the incoming storm. Instead she asked him a bunch of questions, grilling him before she finally gave him a hug and let him cry into her much as you had done earlier.

On Monday morning the boys dragged Sirius down to breakfast, he reluctantly sat down at the table but he couldn’t eat, his eyes were just glued to the door waiting for you. The school had already begun to gossip, whispers of people seeing him crying coming out of your dorm, rumours that he had dumped you, while some saying you dumped him given the bags under his eyes and depressed mood or that you caught him cheating. With the rumours came the hungry eyes, people giving him flirty looks, one set in particular watching with a sinister smirk

Sirius seemed to perk up as he saw Marlene and Lily enter but it diminished seeing you were nowhere to be seen, as Lily and Marlene sat down next to him the latter answered his question “She isn’t coming” she shakes her head giving him an apologetic look

He nods pursing his lips to hold in his emotions as he moved the food around his plate aimlessly “Marls” James gets the girls attention

“Yeah?” she looks over up at him

“Did y/n tell you who the girl was?” he inquires, Sirius lifting his head to listen

Marlene nods scanning the room, quickly spotting the girl “You see the girl with black hair just down from Lovegood” she nods points subtly “She approached her on Thursday for the notes then the following morning told her…” she tilts her head “Okay is just me or she familiar” She asks, the question of this girls identify bugging her for the last 24 hours

Sirius stares at the girl for a second before he realises, Remus and James catching on while his eyes fill with anger as she catches his eye and winks before returning to her friend “Pads isn’t that…” James starts

“Yeah” he huffs turning back to his friends

“Who is she?” Lily asks completely out of the loop

“She was the last girl I was with before y/n. Last year I chased her for a bit, she seemed like she could be the one but when she dropped her hard to get act I realised she was a right bitch” he says bitterly “I never officially asked her out but every couple month we did…shag” he sighs disappointed with himself

“When was the last time?” Marlene probes

“A few days before I made the bet” he confesses “but after that I forgot about her, she’s nothing compared to y/n” he glances over at the girl whose smiling like she didn’t just destroy the most wonderful person in the whole world “I’m gonna kill her” he says plainly letting the anger swell

“I think you’re going to need to get in line pal” Marlene confesses equally as upset but this wasn’t the time “You need to calm down” she places her hand over his now balled fist

“How could she be that cruel, even if she was why make it worse by purposely waiting until the morning after” Lily says upset her heart hurting at the thought that someone could be so callous, James moves tentatively to take her hand and to his surprise she lets him so he gives it a comforting squeeze

“She’s obviously an jealous vindictive bitch, she knew you were falling for y/n and she wanted to fuck things up” Marlene says before taking a rather aggressive bite of toast

“She was supposed to find out from me…I’m the one that fucked it but she deserved to find out from me first…” Sirius starts to breathe faster “I’m sorry I…I can’t…” he stands up and walks out heading back to his dorm

As he reaches the common room he’s thankful it’s empty until he sees someone sneaking down the stairs “Y/n?” he freezes eyes trailing over you, still in your pyjamas your eyes tired and puffy

You looked like a deer in headlights “Umm…I left my book down here a few nights ago” you explain looking anywhere but him

Sirius nods looking over at the window sill you both used to sit together and read at, he walks over and grabs the book for you, his hands glazing over the cover “Sorry” he apologies as he hands it to you

“Thanks Si-” you stop yourself briefly an act which breaks his and your heart “Thanks” you nod

“Anytime” he gives you a sad smile

You start to retreat back to the stair’s eyes glued to your book while Sirius just watches you leave as you get to the doorway you turn back as you hear him ask “How does it end?” you watch him cringe obviously realising he should have just let you go but he couldn’t stop himself

“I don’t know…I stopped reading so we could read it together” you say the last part quietly but he heard it

“You think you’ll ever finish it?” he asks as you meet his eyes, knowing what he’s really asking

“I hope so” you reply before walking up the stairs

Little under two weeks had passed since that day, you did head to class later in the week but Sirius and Marlene had switched back so he could give you some space. It was horrible, the distance was killing you both and the longer you were away the more the answer became clear to you, you loved him and he loved you, even though he made a mistake but he owned up to it and took responsibility. You forgave him before he even told you, you had already forgiven him for anything he would ever do, so as you sat in your room staring out the window you had decided.

Hopping off the sill you changed out of your nightwear into some jeans and grabbed Sirius’ jumper slipping it on, the charm to keep his scent had almost completely faded now since you had worn it to bed almost every night. You quickly fixed your hair, not bothering with make up merely putting on some tinted lip balm lily gifted you, before heading out in search of your pretty boy

Currently, your pretty boy was wandering around the empty hallways while most students were out building snowmen or having snowball fights. As he kicked a little stone further down the hall, repeating the process as he continued to walk, all he could think about was you, his hope hadn’t faded but it didn’t make the ache in his chest hurt any less. The gossip around made his blood boil, he didn’t care what people called him but it was the comments he heard about you, some painting you as whore while others called you used goods, he just couldn’t take someone calling you such things when you were an angel.

He was so deep in thought he was only pulled out of it when he looked down at where the rock should be to kick again and he saw feet “Hiya Siri” his nose scrunched up at the annoyingly high-pitched voice

Neither notice you rounding the corner and freezing before proceeding to back up a bit “What do you want?” he says annoyed trying to keep himself from blowing up at her

She looks at him with a nauseatingly innocent look “What’s wrong Siri not over that little distraction yet? You know you always come back to me…” she reaches out to touch his arm but he recoils “…come on she’s never going to forgive you now” she says dropping her little act while you cross your arms glaring at the girl

He shakes his head “No” he scoffs “If she never forgives me I wouldn’t blame her but that fact would never…never make me consider you. I love her not you, her” he says firmly making your heart flutter

“No you don’t” the girl rebuts “You only wanted her because of a bet and you’re just feeling guilty. You pursued me first because I intrigued you, you love me” she says desperately

“You’re delusional” he looks at her in disbelief

“Siri you-” she starts only to be cut off by you

“Only I get to call him that…well maybe the other marauders do as well but you can’t missy” you point at her making her go wide eyed

“Y/n” Sirius breaths out a smile gracing his face as you join him by his side

The girl soon recovers, face hardening and about to speak but you cut her off once more “Don’t say anything else sweetie you’re just going to embarrass yourself” you take Sirius’ hand in yours “He’s my pretty boy, he was never yours and I will not ask you kindly because you don’t deserve that so back off and leave us the fuck alone”

She goes to protest but you make a little sound, doing it every time she speaks making Sirius try to hold back his chuckles. Eventually she gives up, letting out a strained and annoyed ‘ugh’ before stomping off, leaving you satisfied while Sirius just looks at you in a happy shock. His heart soaring at your words, hoping you really meant when you said he was yours again and merlin had he almost forgotten how feisty you could be. His eyes then drifted to the jumper you wear wearing and it only made him smile more

He hadn’t even noticed you were now looking at him “Eyes are up here big guy” you tease giggling at his slightly flustered look as he realised that it defiantly looked like he was eyeing your chest

He chuckles before his hand reaches out to play with the hem of the jumper looking at you as he does “Am I really your pretty boy again?” he asks hopefully

You take his hand off of the jumper and bring it to your lips kissing is knuckles softly “You never stopped” you shake your head lightly breaking out in a smile

He lets out a happy sigh of relief face morphing into a similarly wide smile “I love you so much” his free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb gently caressing your cheek down to your jawline “I’d really like to kiss you but if…mhm” you cut him off by letting go of his hand and pulling his face down to yours, lips meeting roughly and messy but at the same time it was perfect

He stumbled a bit before he returns the kiss, hand moving to the back of your head and the other snaked around your waist to pull you close while yours drift down to his chest.

You kiss for almost a good minute before he pulls back, both of you panting lightly as you catch your breath “I missed you” you confess

“I missed you too” he nuzzles his nose with yours making you giggle, the sound heavenly after so long while you soak up the closeness you had missed “My pretty girl”

“And my pretty boy” you reply tilting your head as he moves into kiss you again

A/n: i know hitchhikers came out in 1979 but can we can just pretend it came out a couple years earlier, for all we know Douglas Adams could be a wizard and released it early x

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miss americana & the heartbreak prince | sirius black x reader

song; miss americana & the heartbreak prince [taylor swift] pairing; sirius black x fem!american!gryffindor!reader genre; s2l, fluff, slightest touch of angst word count; 3,2k timeline; marauders' sixth year warnings; swearing, references to sirius' bad childhood summary; after making an impromptu transfer from ilvermorny to hogwarts, you are thrust into a world of british boys and pranks - with one in particular catching your eye

a/n; i'm not american so sorry if y/n is ooc for an american!

masterlist

"voted most likely to run away with you."

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"Welcome to Gryffindor! I hope we were the house you wanted," were the first words that came out of the curly-haired boy with glasses who approached you at dinner.

"Uh, I mean, I guess?" you replied, "I think Gryffindor and Wampus are equivalents."

"Why did you transfer?" the red-headed girl stood next to him asked, tilting her head out of curiosity.

You looked down at the ground ashamedly: you had already decided honesty would be the most sustainable way of making friends, "I got expelled."

"Yes, you did," an elderly voice said sternly from behind you, making you jump. You had to admit that the Gryffindor head, Professor McGonagall, scared you a bit. "And you should be very grateful that Professor Dumbledore agreed to offer you a fresh start. Don't waste it, Miss L/N."

"I won't, professor."

"And considering the reason for your expulsion, I suggest you avoid Mr Potter here, along with Mr Black, Mr Lupin and Mr Pettigrew, otherwise we may have to worry about a repeat offence," she continued, "I have high hopes for you, Miss L/N, but you must understand that you are going to be judged much more harshly than the other students."

"Yes, professor," you said, head hanging low. Webster, had she had to embarrass you like that before you'd even had a chance to make friends?

"What was the reason for your expulsion?" the Potter boy asked after McGonagall had left. You couldn't help but notice that three other boys had joined the conversation now: likely the other three the Gryffindor head had mentioned.

You continued with your truthful streak, "Oh, I just- a prank backfired."

"You do pranks?" one of the newly joined boys said excitedly. His hair was long and black, and you could smell his cologne more strongly than the others.

"Yeah, I guess- probably not anymore, though. My parents would kill me if I got another expulsion."

"Ah, don't worry about that," the black-haired boy batted a hand, "McGonagall can be scary, sure, but only Dumbledore has the power to expel, and he's all bark, no bite."

The red-headed girl rolled her eyes, "That mindset will get you expelled, Black-" so that was his name, "-I'm Lily, Lily Evans," she held her hand out to you, and you awkwardly took it.

"Y/N L/N," you replied, though they already knew that. They had heard your name be announced during the sorting ceremony, during which you had stood out like a sore thumb next to all the first years.

"You'll be in the same dorm as me," she said, "I hope we can be friends."

"Woah, slow down, Evans," Black interrupted, "Our good friend L/N here has just told us she's a prankster, and we know you don't approve of that."

Lily rolled her eyes, "If you want me to stupefy any of them, just let me know. C'mon, Lupin, we have head boy and girl stuff to do."

The tallest of the four boys followed her over to the first year section of the table.

"Sirius Black," the boy grinned, lifting your hand to press a kiss to the back of it, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He dropped your hand, "This here is James-" he gestured to the Potter boy, "Over with Evans is Remus, and this is Peter." He pointed towards the final boy, whose last name could only be Pettigrew.

"We would absolutely love to hear all about your pranking genius," James said as he looped an arm through one of yours, Sirius doing the same on your other side.

The latter nodded enthusiastically, "And we would adore an in-depth retelling of your expulsion."

Okay, maybe you wouldn't be unpopular just because you were a late transfer with a bad record.

***

Somehow, some way, the boys - self-named as the Marauders - had roped you into committing another prank. They had described it as the "initiation prank" that would solidify your place in the group and allow you to be included in all of their secrets (of which you could tell there were many).

It was only your second week at Hogwarts: you could tell McGonagall wasn't so pleased when it came to your blooming friendships with the infamous pranksters of the school, although she was happy to see you were also forming a strong bond with Lily. Also, your grades were good - after all, creative pranks didn't come from a stupid mind.

"Are you all set?" James asked just as you had rushed around the corner, completely out of breath.

You nodded, "I almost got trapped in it myself."

From the distant corridor, sounds of people cursing and in general making loud exclamations began, and one by one you and the Marauders peered around the corner.

You had charmed the floor to have the solidity of an (overly bouncy) bouncy castle - and now you could only watch in satisfied glee as people lost their balance and began bouncing around higher than they could control. Many had fallen over and were completely helpless, meanwhile a select few were beginning to get the hang of it but ultimately failed when a helpless one crashed into them. A crowd had formed at both edges of the charmed floor, meaning it was a matter of time before a professor showed up.

"We should get out of here," Remus whispered, suppressing his giggles in the process.

You all nodded in agreement and began backing away from the situation when a stern resounding cough echoed around you, making you freeze in your tracks.

"Just where do you think you're going?"

McGonagall.

You all slowly turned around to face your angered head of house.

"Detention, the lot of you," she then turned to you, "Miss L/N, I am incredibly disappointed that this is the start you're getting off to."

You bowed your head in shame.

***

Detention involved scrubbing every single cauldron in the potions classroom by hand - an immensely tedious task. Though, truthfully, with the Marauders there, you were having at least some amount of fun. Plus, Professor Slughorn was mostly out of the room, only checking in every twenty minutes or so, meaning you could converse relatively freely.

"Your prank was so good," Sirius, who was stood next to you as you cleaned, said, "I was very impressed."

You couldn't stop the heat from rising to your cheeks and ears, "Thanks, I just hope I didn't hurt any-"

"Oh, speaking of the prank!" James interrupted from across the room, "You're now officially initiated! You want to know our secrets?"

"I mean, sure-"

He reached into his satchel and pulled out a piece of parchment, slamming it down on the table as he unrolled it.

"Prongs, be careful, Slughorn could be back any mi-" Remus tried to say, but James made another interruption.

"He was just here two minutes ago, we've got a while," he gestured for you to come over and look at the paper, so you obliged.

You frowned, "It's blank."

"That, Miss Americana-" their favourite nickname for you, coming from Sirius' mouth this particular time, "-is what you're supposed to think."

James pulled out his wand and waved it over the paper, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

To your pure amazement, a map of Hogwarts' many corridors and rooms formed on the page in a maroon ink colour. Not only that, but there were names as well: student and professor names that you recognised, and some of them were moving around on the parchment.

"This is our most beautiful creation," Sirius said to you with a charming smile, "The Marauders' Map."

"It displays every single secret room and passageway in Hogwarts," Remus said, "Plus the locations of all the students and professors."

"That's amazing," you said, genuinely astounded, "It must have been so difficult to make."

"About as difficult as becoming an animagus," Peter said, which made you furrow your brows at the oddly specific choice of simile.

"Which brings us on to the next secret," James continued, "We're animagi."

"It's what our nicknames our based off of," Sirius beamed, "I'm a dog - a black dog - hence the name Padfoot."

"I'm a stag," James said, "'S why I'm Prongs." He put his hands on his head in a way that symbolised antlers.

Peter sighed, "I'm sure you can guess what Wormtail is."

You thought for a second, "...Rat?" You felt bad guessing it, but the boy simply nodded.

You then turned your eyes to Remus, who had been particularly quiet during this part of the conversation.

"What's Moony then?"

"Wolf," James said with no further explanation.

And you simply thought that Remus had a wolf animagus: why would you think any differently?

***

"Alright, we're back," Sirius announced, immediately plopping a pouch of sweets into your hand, "Here's your request, Miss Americana."

"Thanks, Siri," you said, giving him a warm smile which he returned before following the other Marauders up the stairs. They had, of course, snuck down to Hogsmeade through one of the secret tunnels: you had been invited, but due to the amount of catch-up work you still had to do, you declined, staying with Lily instead.

That exact redhead sighed at you, "I see the way you look at Black, L/N. I'd have to advise you not to go there."

You were flustered at her having caught on to your feelings so quick, but pushed that aside in favour of asking, "Why?"

"He's the heartbreak prince to put it lightly," she said, "Never had a long-term relationship. Dates a girl for two weeks, gets her all attached, then dumps her so her friends can find her crying in the toilets."

Your heart sunk: was he really that selfish?

"Great friend, don't get me wrong. Just not a great boyfriend."

You sighed, "Thanks for the warning, I guess."

"I don't wanna see you get hurt," she said, "Especially when I could've done something to prevent it."

You gave her a soft smile.

***

"This doesn't seem like a good idea," you said sceptically, watching as the boys tied some string across a section of the corridor in a spiderweb sort of fashion.

"It is, trust us," Sirius said, winking at you, "Now grab that string and help us."

You sighed, but couldn't say no to Sirius so agreed and got to work. Eventually, when the pattern was deemed complex enough, James put his hands on his hips in triumph.

"Step one is complete," he said proudly, moving over to a satchel in the corner to pull out a small potion, "A special thanks to Y/N for creating and cooking this potion for us."

You bowed sarcastically at the following applause.

"Now for step two," James continued, grabbing more bottles from the satchel and passing them around, "Douse the string in this."

You got to work on one of the ends of the string while Peter used his rat animagus to easily complete the task in the middle. After what felt like ages, the task was finally finished, and the potion was in full effect: the string was entirely invisible to the human eye.

"Quick, it's almost six," Remus said, glancing at the sun about to rise over the horizons, "We need to get out of here."

Strategically, you all split into different directions as you always looked more suspicious when you were altogether. You found yourself heading the same way Sirius was and did very little to change course.

"Yet another brilliant prank set up," he said gleefully, tugging on your arm to pull you in the same direction as him when you reached a T-junction.

"If I get expelled because of you guys, I'm suing," you spat, although your tone held no real malice.

"Relax, relax, Miss Americana," you rolled your eyes at the nickname, "We've told you a thousand times. Dumbledore doesn't expel unless it's legally required."

"What if this falls under the legal requirements?"

He shook his head dismissively, "It doesn't. I've read them."

You frowned, and before you could ask why he explained.

"Wanted to see what loopholes I could find."

"Even if I don't get expelled my parents will still slaughter me if they find out I'm back to pranking."

He hummed, "Well that's parents for you."

As he said that, you passed who you had learnt to be Regulus Black in the corridor: you hadn't been told the details, but you knew that the Black brothers did not get along. The external differences were obvious, with Regulus being cold and closed-off - accentuated by his Slytherin tie. Sirius, on the other hand, was sociable and warm - accentuated by his Gryffindor tie. Difference in personalities was seldom enough reason for two brothers to avoid each other like the plague, though, so you knew it was something deeper.

On a separate note: what Regulus was doing up so early, you had no idea.

"Where will the others be headed?" you asked, trying to get the good mood back into Sirius after seeing his brother.

"Godric knows," he said with a shrug, "We didn't plan this far ahead."

"Where are we headed?"

He paused in his movements, "Where do you want to go?"

You thought for a moment, "The Astronomy Tower."

"Bit weird to go there during daylight."

"I never claimed to be a mastermind."

He chuckled a bit, "Okay, let's go. It's this direction anyway."

***

"No, you're lying," he laughed, "So you charmed your headmaster's beard to mimic worms?"

You couldn't help but snort, shoving Sirius slightly from your position sat cross-legged opposite him. You both had been up in the Astronomy Tower for roughly half an hour by that point.

"And that still didn't get you expelled?"

"Yeah, in hindsight, I was pushing it way too much."

"I'll say. What possibly made you think that the dragon prank would be a good idea when you were already on thin ice?"

He was referencing the prank that had ultimately led to your expulsion, which you had already told the Marauders about in great detail.

You shrugged, "I told you, it was meant to be a non-physical illusion. I didn't mean to fuck up the spell and temporarily create a fully solid dragon."

"You must be an incredible witch if you could accidentally create such a powerful illusion, Miss Americana."

"I guess, I mean... it's not like the illusion had firepower or sharp claws or anything."

"Still hurt people though."

"Yeah, when a heavy-as-fuck being barrels into you at full speed some damage tends to be taken," you scoffed, "I'm just lucky I didn't kill or permanently disable anyone."

"And you apologised."

You smiled, "Yeah, but I reckon some of them will never truly forgive me."

"Ah, well, you live and you learn."

"What about you?" you asked, "That's the most interesting thing about my backstory, what about yours?"

"My family are elitist pure-bloods," he said, taking you by surprise, "They hate me for disagreeing with that and not being exactly like Regulus."

You hummed, "Old Reggie's the favourite then?"

"I mean, yes, but that doesn't mean they're particularly nice to him either."

You chewed your lip in thought, understanding what Sirius was implying. The friction between him and his brother now made sense, as well as his aversion to talking about his home life.

For a few moments, your eyes locked on to Sirius', and just when the cliché moment to lean in for a kiss arrived, you quickly looked away and awkwardly coughed. It's not that you didn't want to kiss the ridiculously handsome boy, but you just couldn't get Lily's words out of your mind. Sirius sensed your apprehension and avoidance, making him frown.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"I just thought maybe we were having a- we were going to-..." he trailed off, bringing his lower lip between his teeth.

You remained silent.

"Sorry, I must've read the signals wrong."

Shaking your head, you sighed, "I can't."

"Why not? Strict parents?" he asked, "I mean, if that's the case, I don't think you could make 'em anymore pissed."

"That's not it, Padfoot," you said quietly, "Lily told me about you."

"What about me?"

"That you're the heartbreak prince," you said simply, "Never had a relationship longer than two weeks."

"Okay, that's true."

"See? I can't get myself hurt."

He pushed his long hair back messily, "No, no, let me explain."

You gave him an expression that told him to continue.

"Yes, I've had a lot of short relationships... it's not because I'm bad at commitment and move on quickly, I swear."

With a sceptical expression, you folded your arms.

"Whenever I get asked out, I just can't say no. So I just... say yes and then avoid them as much as I can until they break up with me... which normally takes a couple weeks."

"That's bad in a different way, Sirius," you scoffed, "You got their hopes up for nothing. That still makes you a heartbreaker."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I feel shit about it."

"Look," you sighed, gazing at his handsome face in the sunlight, "I like you - I really do - but I can't date a guy that's hurt so many people without fixing it."

"Godric, Miss Americana, you really are the queen of morals, huh?"

"Someone in this group has to be."

He smiled at you, and despite the previous conversation, the atmosphere didn't feel awkward.

***

"Morning," you yawned, sitting down by Lily on the Gryffindor table. She didn't reply, instead giving you a dumbfounded expression that had you waking up a bit more. "What?"

"What the fuck is Black doing?"

"Hm?" you said confusedly, looking around to try and spot the black-haired man.

"Miss Americana," you heard James call, hurrying over to you, "What did you say to Padfoot yesterday? He's like a completely different person."

"What are you talking about?" you responded, finally locating Sirius in the room. He was moving about, going from one girl to another after exchanging a few words with each of them.

"He's apologising to every single girl he's ever left heartbroken," James explained, "What did you do?"

Your heart suddenly warmed at the realisation of what he was up to, and you now understood that maybe he was in fact serious about you.

Eventually, he came over to where you had been blatantly watching him from and sat down at your side. All of you, including Remus and Peter who had joined since, stared at him blankly as he began tucking into breakfast like the previous events were nothing.

"Padfoot, you feeling alright?" Remus asked.

"Never better, Moony."

"How come?" James ventured to ask.

"I can finally start a clean slate," Sirius beamed, turning to you, "One in which I hope Miss Americana will agree to go on a date with me."

You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape.

"You really did that just for me?"

He nodded enthusiastically, "I realised I had to show you how serious I am - no pun intended."

You sighed, "Okay. I'll go on a date with you."

He didn't need to know that butterflies were swarming in your stomach.

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