#gryffindor x ravenclaw

[poisonlove]

Broken | j.o

this one-shot is very special as it belongs to an alternative Harry Potter universe.

I walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, tears streaming down my cheeks, my breath uneven, and my chest aching. My vision was blurred by the tears, and audible sobs escaped my lips. I just wanted to get out of that cursed place.

Still, I could vividly recall the image of her eyes widening in surprise, and that hurt so much.

Flashback:

With a smile on my face, I entered through the portrait of the Fat Lady, arriving in the Gryffindor common room. I had just finished Quidditch practice and had achieved excellent results. All I wanted to do now was to fall asleep in the arms of my girlfriend, Hermione. I smiled just at the thought of her name. I hurriedly climbed the stairs and walked toward my destination. When I reached our shared room, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. "That's strange... Hermione never leaves the door open." Instinctively, I reached for my wand and cautiously entered, ready to confront anyone who had entered without permission. I slowly closed the door behind me, and strange noises came from inside. The sounds grew louder and clearer. "What on earth is this?" I opened the door, and my world crumbled before my eyes. My body temperature plummeted, and I could hear the sound of my heart breaking into a thousand pieces. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing. Hermione was kissing Ron. The brunette had her arms around Ron's neck, pulling the redhead closer to her, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. My fingers loosened their grip on the wand, and it fell to the floor, drawing the attention of the two lovers. Hermione's eyes widened as she saw my tear-filled eyes, and she quickly pushed Ron away, covering herself hurriedly. "Love, it's not what it looks like." End of Flashback:

I stopped and realized I was standing in front of the Ravenclaw house. Unconsciously, I had arrived at Jenna Ortega's house, my best friend.

I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and bit my lip, trying to contain the hiccup that threatened to escape. I took a step forward and slipped through the door, which was opened by a student leaving at that moment.

I made my way toward the rooms, stopping abruptly when I heard noises coming from a corner of the Common Room.

Laughter could be heard in the distance near the sofas.

I headed toward the sound of laughter and spotted Jenna's characteristic raven-black hair in the distance. The young Ravenclaw was laughing, probably at some lousy jokes from Enid. My attention focused on Jenna's profile: her delicately upturned nose, her brown eyes shining as they turned toward her friends, and her heart-shaped lips forming a shy smile. I watched as a dimple formed on her cheek each time she raised the corners of her lips.

With subtlety, the raven-haired girl turned in my direction.

As soon as her eyes met mine, I couldn't hold back the tears, and I burst into tears. The warm smile on Jenna's face quickly faded, replaced by a look of deep concern. Without a second thought, Jenna got up from the couch and quickly walked toward me, leaving her friends and Enid somewhat incredulous.

My hands were trembling, and sobs escaped uncontrollably from my mouth.

Two arms wrapped around my waist, and I immediately returned the hug, crying into Jenna's neck. After what felt like endless seconds, Jenna broke the embrace and gently cupped my cheeks, wiping away the remaining tears with her thumbs. Brown eyes looked into mine with concern.

"What happened?" she asked timidly, taking my hands and stroking them to calm me. "Her... her... her..." I stammered, and she smiled at me, trying to reassure me. "Hermione," I finally said, and new tears welled up in my eyes. Jenna interlocked our fingers and quickly walked to her room, seeking privacy.

She was a prefect, so she had her own room.

We entered her room and walked over to her bed, sitting down on it. "What happened? Did you two have a fight?" Jenna asked absentmindedly, playing with my hands.

I stared intently at our intertwined hands, focusing on the gentle touch of my best friend. Jenna's nails traced slowly across the palm of my hand, as if trying to comfort me. A knot formed in my throat, and a soft hiccup escaped my lips. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"She... she..." I took a breath. "She cheated on me," I whispered the last part.

Jenna's eyes widened in surprise, and a flash of anger mixed in her dark irises. She clenched her jaw, and her knuckles turned white from the tight grip of her hands. "She what?" she whispered, utterly infuriated. "After practice, I went back to the room, and I found her with Ron," I said, feeling a pang in my chest."Am I not enough?" I asked with a broken tone, causing more tears to roll down my cheeks.

Her gaze softened.

"No, no, no, you're amazing," Jenna took my cheeks and made me look into her eyes, smiling at me. "You're beautiful, smart, and incredibly amazing... anyone would be lucky to have you... it's not your fault she didn't know how to appreciate you," she said, her eyes closing slightly after the last sentence, still angry at what Granger had done. The pressure in her jaw faded, and she looked at me with tenderness.

I'm not sure if it was because of my vulnerability and hurt at that moment, but I gently moved my face closer to hers and kissed her softly, a completely unexpected kiss. Jenna was stiff to the touch, totally taken aback by my action. I decided to pull away slowly, thinking that maybe I had made a mistake, but then, a gentle hand landed on the nape of my neck, pulling me toward her face, uniting us again in a passionate kiss.The raven-haired girl melted under my lips, and she started moving her lips softly, with a gentle and unhurried rhythm. My hands moved along her waist, slowly caressing her exposed skin. A smile formed on Jenna's lips as we continued kissing, and without realizing it, I smiled too. When I felt her tongue brushing against my lower lip, seeking a deeper kiss, I opened my eyes wide and quickly pulled away from her.

What did I do?

"I... oh my God, I'm sorry," I got up from the bed, looking ashamed at Jenna.

The raven-haired girl had trouble breathing, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly parted as she tried to calm her heavy breathing. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes had a very different gleam from the usual. She forced a weak smile and got up from the bed.

"It was a mistake... I'm sorry," I admitted, looking at her with guilt. Jenna shook her head slowly, taking my hand. I felt terribly like shit when I saw her eyes glistening.

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Y/N..." she whispered, caressing my hand. My eyes looked at her lips.

It's not fair... I just broke up with Hermione... I don't want to hurt Jenna.

"Jenna... it was something I didn't think through... it was spontaneous... I was hurt... angry..." I confessed, and I saw her eyes fill with tears. She blinked back the tears, clenching her jaw and breaking the contact between our hands.

"I'm sorry..." I added, moving closer.

"Y/N/N... you don't need to apologize," Jenna swallowed nervously, closing her eyes at the touch of my hand on her cheek. "I liked it," she said, her eyes closing slightly, still blushing, her lips partially open, trying to calm her heavy breathing.

"I am in love with you" Jenna confessed with a sigh.

I leaned forward and gave her a tender kiss on the forehead. Then, I stepped back, looking at her with a mix of emotions and confusion, trying to decipher my feelings and which path to take next.

For a long time, I wrestled internally with my feelings for Hermione and Jenna. I often tried to convince myself that Jenna was just a good friend and that my feelings for her were confusing. However, in the fifth year, everything changed when I saw her with another guy. At that moment, I felt a burning fire in my stomach and an uncontrollable wave of jealousy that made me realize there was something deeper.

I felt scared by those feelings. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship, so I chose to bury my emotions and give Hermione a chance. I developed genuine feelings for the golden girl and fell in love with her, but deep down, I knew it would be challenging to leave behind my first love, especially when she was my best friend.I loved Hermione, but my feelings for Jenna still lingered, always present in my heart.

"Jen... it's just... not the right time," I looked at her, and I saw the shine in her eyes. I noticed she was clenching her jaw tightly, struggling not to break down in front of me.

"Can we discuss it another time?" I suggested, and she nodded slowly, accepting my proposal.I approached the door and opened the handle, stepping out of her room with a broken heart and many doubts.

(...)

I had just left my Arithmancy class, carrying the book under my arm with the intention of heading towards Jenna's room. For the past two weeks, I had been avoiding her, needing space and time to reflect on everything. However, I had to admit that I missed her a lot and was ready to address the topic I had been dreading.

The memory of the kiss kept replaying in my mind, even invading my dreams with the brown eyes of the dark-haired girl. Let's just say that while I hadn't seen her in person all this time, Ortega had been psychologically tormenting me.

I couldn't help but smile unconsciously.

My smile was immediately replaced by a look of disgust and sadness when I saw Granger walking towards me in the distance. Just by looking into her eyes, my heart broke even more. Her unmistakable hazel eyes were filled with tears.

"Y/N... I've been looking for you... we need to talk," she said, clenching her jaw, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She reached out and took my hand, gently holding my fingers. As if I had touched fire, I withdrew my hand and took a step back, shaking my head slowly.

"Don't touch me," I whispered with a broken voice. After days of crying, I had finally calmed down, but seeing Granger made a lump form in my throat. I didn't want to cry in front of the golden girl; I didn't want to show weakness.

I swallowed hard and lifted my chin, looking at her with detachment. "Please... we need to talk," she repeated, slightly hurt after my rejection. I clenched the book and walked forward, lightly bumping her shoulder with mine. "We have nothing to discuss."

Before I could walk away, a hand grabbed my wrist.

"Please... it was a mistake... I love you," Hermione said with a tone so sweet and wounded that I almost believed it.

Almost.

"How long?" I asked, clenching my jaw. "How long have you been cheating on me?" At this point, we were face to face, our breaths mingling. Her grip faltered, and she averted her gaze. "How long, Hermione?" I demanded, getting angrier, raising my voice.

"Two months," she confessed in a whisper, moving closer.

I pulled my hand away, looking at her with a mocking smile. "Six months of a relationship, and you cheated for two..." I shook my head in disappointment and disgust. "Goodbye, Hermione, don't look for me anymore," I told her coldly, and her eyes filled with tears.

She threw herself into my arms, preventing me from walking. I stiffened at the contact.

"Hermione... let me go," I said, my voice firm.

She broke the hug and looked at me with wounded eyes. I averted my gaze, trying not to fall into her trap.

"We need to talk," she whispered again.

"Haven't you understood, Granger?" someone intervened. I turned toward the voice and found two brown eyes. Jenna Ortega was looking at Hermione with anger.

"Mind your own business, Ortega," Hermione said venomously.

"Jenna..." I whispered.

Jenna locked her eyes with mine, showing a mix of hurt and happiness at seeing me. She gave me a weak smile.

The two girls glared at each other, their jaws clenched, restraining themselves from drawing their wands and hexing each other.

"Hermione... I don't want you to hurt each other... so I ask you to leave," I said, feeling a pang in my chest. Hermione looked at me with sadness for a split second, then took a step back and shook her head as she walked away from my sight.

It was just Jenna and me.

I approached the Ravenclaw, strangely nervous and with a racing heart. My palms were sweaty, and my legs trembled slightly. I was having the reaction of a teenager with her first love. I took a deep breath and looked at Jenna, who observed me curiously.

"Jenna, I..." I whispered, then took another breath. "To be honest, I've always felt something for you," I confessed, looking impassively at the dark-haired girl.

Jenna gave me a big smile.

"In these two weeks, I've thought a lot about you... and also about Hermione... I... I managed not to cry in front of her, you know," she took my hands, caressing them slowly. "I feel guilty for avoiding you," I admitted, and she shook her head, letting go of my hand and placing hers on my cheek.

"You needed space," she said, caressing my cheek, and I leaned into her touch.

Suddenly, her gaze became more serious, and she stood on tiptoe, bringing her face closer to mine. My heart was pounding, nervous about the proximity. Jenna's mouth was inches from mine, her warm breath brushing against my lips. She wrapped her hands around my neck and looked deeply into my eyes, searching for any sign of rejection that she didn't find. Then, she brought her face even closer to mine, and our lips brushed.

I swallowed hard, making Jenna smile.

"I'm not ready for a relationship... I... I'm scared," I confessed in a whisper, barely parting my lips from hers. Jenna's hand moved gently on my cheek, while the other wrapped determinedly around my neck. Instinctively, I placed my hands around her waist, making it easier for our contact due to the noticeable height difference between us.

"I'll take care of you," she whispered in response, closing the gap between our lips with tenderness. Our lips met in a soft and passionate kiss, sealing our complicated connection with affection and silent promises.

"Miss L/n! Ortega!" A sharp voice reprimanded with disapproval.

We immediately pulled away, my cheeks reddening quickly as we saw Professor McGonagall in front of us, with a stern expression that hinted at a touch of amusement.

"Uh... Professor McGonagall, we were just..." I stammered, trying to find an appropriate explanation as Jenna and I looked at each other in embarrassment.

Professor McGonagall observed us with a stern gaze before letting out a small smile. "Well, Miss Y/n, Miss Ortega, I hope your... conversation was interesting. Now, please, continue with your school activities in a proper manner."

We both apologized immediately, trying to redeem ourselves for our brief moment of affection in the halls of Hogwarts. With flushed faces, we nodded to Professor McGonagall and hurried to resume our school activities, aware that we had briefly interrupted the school's routine with our fleeting moment of passion.

I'm still broken... but I have faith that I can heal.

***

"Don't you think you're being unfair to Jenna?" I glanced at Enid out of the corner of my eye, raising my eyebrows in confusion at her question. "What do you mean?" I asked with perplexity, looking into the blue eyes of my Hufflepuff friend. "They've been at this for a month now," she murmured in a hushed tone near my ear, not wanting to draw curious glances.

After the kiss I shared with Jenna, I decided to give it a chance. With a lump in my throat, I proposed that we take things slow, without putting labels on what we had. The brunette made a face, but with sparkling eyes, she asked if kisses were included, to which I replied affirmatively, but only in private.

"She deserves something better... I'm just a wounded girl, afraid of relationships," I sighed in frustration, clenching my jaw and exhaling loudly through my nose.

"Jenna loves you," Enid gave me a reassuring smile and gently embraced me, wrapping one hand around my neck. "You love her too, right?" She asked curiously, and I nodded, glancing at her from the corner of my eye. "Then give her a chance... make it official," she urged me, and I sighed, seriously considering her words.

"And... what about Hermione?" Enid murmured, and I sighed in dismay. "We're still friends... well, not like before, but we've talked," I bit my lower lip and crossed my legs to find a more comfortable position. I rested my head against the tree behind me. "After a few days, we talked, and... we resolved it, at least I think," I whispered, and Enid looked at me curiously.

"Does Jenna know?" she asked, and I nodded distractedly. "Yes, she didn't take it very well... but when I told her I just wanted to be friends with Hermione because she was in love with Ron, she agreed... though not entirely convinced," I affirmed, then played with my fingers, reflecting on the events.

My eyes turned towards Jenna, who was meanwhile playing with her friends. With a lump in my throat, I watched as her coal-colored eyes met mine, looking at me as if I were the most beautiful artwork she had ever seen in her life.

Xavier took advantage of Jenna's distraction to throw a ball directly at her face. I unconsciously stood up and, with a smile, headed in her direction, trying to figure out if she was okay. I looked closely at her as I approached, concerned about her well-being after the impact of the ball.

"Sorry, Jen," Xavier mumbled weakly, looking at Jenna with concern as he picked up the ball. "Don't worry, keep playing," Jenna said, rubbing her head to relieve the pain and squinting from the hit.

"Are you okay?" I whispered when I reached the dark-haired girl, and her eyes roamed over my figure, smiling in affirmation. "Come on, get up," I extended my hand and invited her to take it to help her stand up. "Volleyball is a terrible game for Muggles," she murmured weakly, watching the rest of her friends play the game I had suggested they try. "Sorry, Jen, I read it in a book in the Muggle section, and it seemed fun," I confessed with a small smile.

Her fingers delicately touched mine, caressing me tenderly and without ulterior motives. Our gazes met, and I gave her a nervous smile, examining her face and every detail that composed it. Jenna bit her lower lip slightly, lost in thought and with her gaze fixed on a corner of my face, specifically my lips. I ran my tongue over my upper lip, suddenly feeling the dryness in my throat.

Our faces, as if they were magnets, drew closer to each other.

"Are you okay?" I murmured in a whisper near her lips as I leaned toward her face, pressing my lips against her forehead, kissing the bruised spot. Jenna let out a sigh of relief when she felt my lips descend and land on the tip of her nose and then on her cheeks, stopping especially on the right one, which still bore the mark of the ball.

"In reality..." she murmured, releasing her fingers from mine, placing her hand on my shoulder and intertwining her fingers around my neck, absentmindedly playing with the hairs that stood on end due to our recent proximity. "It hurts here..." her lips curved into a smile when her free hand rested on them.

Jenna's neck was tilted upwards, her eyes searching mine with longing.

"Then I'll have to help you," I murmured with a playful smile, catching Jenna by surprise as she didn't expect that response. I leaned even closer, and our lips met in a sweet kiss, feeling the sigh of relief that Jenna released upon contact with me.

My hand rested on her side, pushing Jenna closer to my body during the kiss, needing more contact. A soft moan escaped from her lips, and a fiery heat ignited in the pit of my stomach upon hearing that sound, feeling utterly satisfied to be the cause of her pleasure. Jenna pressed her body closer to mine, and our lips moved urgently against each other, her mischievous hands tangled in my hair, desiring to feel the sensation between her fingers.

The need for oxygen was immediately felt, and after seconds that seemed endless, we broke the contact between our lips, breathing heavily. Immediately, a smile spread across Jenna's lips, and I, unconsciously, did the same, resting my forehead against hers.

"Wow," she murmured, then chuckled softly, leaning forward and resting her head on my neck.

I smiled as I watched Jenna and her friends who continued playing, also noticing that our Hufflepuff friend had joined them.

I sighed contentedly at the warmth of Jenna's arms around my waist. "What does this mean?" Jenna murmured distractedly, her lips brushing my skin.

A shiver ran through my body at her gesture, and I sighed deeply, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape from my lips.

"I think it's time to make it official," I exclaimed, and Jenna Ortega quickly pulled away from my arms. I looked at her in confusion at her reaction, and I was alarmed to see tears welling up in her eyes.

"Is everything okay?" I asked with concern, and the ravenclaw nodded slowly, a smile on her lips.

"It's... wonderful," she smiled sincerely and absentmindedly played with my tie. "So... can I tell my friends? Even now?" she asked, not stopping her gaze from wandering over my tie, pausing at the emblem printed on my chest.

I nodded with a warm smile, touched by the tenderness of my now official girlfriend. Jenna's joy was so contagious that I felt like my heart was about to burst with happiness. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and I couldn't help but be infected by her enthusiasm.

Jenna started jumping in place, her arms around me, radiating happiness and excitement. She hugged me tightly. "What you said earlier... it's true, right?" she asked with a trembling voice. I looked at her with a gentle smile. "Yes, it's absolutely true," I replied with a tender kiss.

Our lips parted with a soft sound, and Jenna smiled sweetly.

"Are we girlfriends?" she asked in a soft voice, her smile lighting up her face. Her eyes searched mine for confirmation.

Tenderness filled the air as I caressed her cheek and replied, "Yes, we're officially girlfriends." Jenna let out a sigh of happiness and hugged me tighter, sealing our new relationship with a sweet kiss.

Jenna pulled away and looked at me with a smile. "I'm going to tell my friends, Girlfriend," she said quickly with a triumphant smile. Her enthusiasm and happiness were contagious, and I couldn't help but smile as I watched her run towards her friends who were still playing volleyball.

"Guys! GUYS! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!" Jenna shouted with excitement, and her friends smiled at her cuteness and joy. It was a moment of happiness and celebration shared by all.

As I watched Jenna and her friends, I couldn't help but think about how sometimes, even when you're afraid, love pushes you to take risks. Although there was still uncertainty on the horizon, I knew we were willing to face any challenges together because what we had was special and worth every moment.

Author: Guys… seriously, please… I put in a lot of effort to write, and I would really appreciate some comments from you… I'm not asking for much.

[bagerfluff]

Ravenclaw: Quick your bleeding out! What's your type

Hufflepuff: Cunning, ambitious, clever, resourceful

Ravenclaw: No, your blood type!

Hufflepuff: *looking down* Red

Or

Slytherin: Quick your bleeding out! What's your type

Gryffindor: Clever, wise, creative, wity

Slytherin: No, your blood type!

Gryffindor: *looking down* Red

[ravenramble]

The Houses Sense of Style

Ravenclaw

-either the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen that somehow looks amazing or vintage/academia inspired. no in between.

-i’m talking gummy worm earrings, a flower bucket hat, and constellation shirts

-everyone tries to put a label of stuffy prep on us but may i remind you all that one of our house values is CREATIVITY

Hufflepuff

-either grunge/comfy clothes or soft aesthetic

-yes they will be the kindest people you have ever met, but my GOD they are hard workers. They don’t have time to always be picking out cute outfits

- if they’re not absolutely hounded with self prescribed work, they will be the vision of boy or girl next door

Gryffindor

-sporty/prep style or literally could care less

-everyone makes them seem like the dumb jocks, but these guys have STYLE sometimes

-they wanna have fun and they are daring, they’re going to experiment with crazy trends but they’ll do so making it WORK (sometimes)

-the trend setters purely for their confidence.

-however will also be the people who wear dinosaur t-shirts because they don’t care about what people think (*cough cough* my gf *cough cough*

Slytherin

-either professional CEO or grunge

- some will want to fit the stereotype of evil , and look the part because they like to look powerful. Grunge is the easy solution

- HOWEVER, the CEO types will dress for the job they want. they are CLASSY

- please remember that slytherins aren’t evil or bad people. they are ambitious and traditional! they just KNOW THEIR WORTH AND SHOW IT OFF

[ravenclawh0re18]

Ravenclaw: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?! Hufflepuff: It's kind of complicated, but Gryff- Ravenclaw: Got it. Forget I asked.

[shortandslytherin]

Okay but set during Halfblood Prince! Female pronouns, Ravenclaw reader.

The reader is friends with Rolf, Luna, and Hannah. Rolf and Luna are the couple goals of the friend group. Also the reader is crushing on Neville, who secretly has a crush on her. Hannah is more focused on school than dating. Meanwhile, Seamus can't get a date to save his life and Dean starts dating Ginny. The reader, Dean, and Seamus start a little folk band (yk kinda like that Ed Sheeran song Galway Girl) and she starts dating Seamus because she doesn't think Neville is interested. You decide if it ends in fluff or angst.

Galway Girl (Neville Longbottom x Female Ravenclaw!Reader x Seamus Finnigan)

Okay so this is a really cute request. Honestly, Neville is 100% my comfort character so this is also kinda sad for me. But let's go!

Listen to the song while you read. You know, for the vibe. Also I left out some details from the song because I didn't know how to fit them in? So I hope that's okay?

Request: Yes/No

Summary: When all the reader's friends seem to be lucky in love, she feels left out. It seems like even Neville has been on dates with Hannah, who doesn't date. The only person in the same boat as her is Seamus. Dean and Seamus convince their Ravenclaw friend that they should start an Irish band. But does it solve or cause problems, when their friends find out about the little band at a Gryffindor party?

Warnings: Angsty but fluffy?, underage drinking, implication of weed, canon ships, emotional cheating, miscommunication, idiots in love, and also implied Irish reader? (a Galway Girl is a girl from Galway which is in Western Ireland)

It all started about four months ago, Rolf Scamander had asked you advice for a date with a girl he really liked and you gave him advice. You didn't know who Rolf could possibly have a crush on but you were hyper aware of his sudden fascination with your housemate, Luna Lovegood. She was your friend and so was he. The two of them had never been close until they began hanging out four months ago. You hadn't thought much of it until they became your couple goals. They officially started dating after the third date. Everything about their relationship seemed to be like they were always meant to be together. It reminded you of how when you were twelve, you believed in soulmates. But it wasn't long before they realized that their own mutual pining made them blind to the fact that you had a crush on Neville Longbottom for years. They immediately felt bad and made your crush their business. Luna was pretty close with Neville and made sure he spent more time around your small friend group. But you were pretty sure he'd never like you. Hannah Abbott was the only other member of your small friend group and she spent most her time studying. She always said she was much too busy for dating but she also seemed to be rather close with Neville. Actually, the more you thought about it Neville had more friends than you. He was seemingly friends with Harry Potter and his friends. But Neville's closest friends were Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. But then as of recent due to Luna and Rolf's interference, Neville's friends became yours. The friend group went for from four to seven.....eight when Dean started dating Ginny Weasley last month.

You were trying to get the group together for a group for a Hogsmead e trip but everyone had different plans . Ginny and Dean had a date. Rolf and Luna had a date. Hannah and Neville didn't really say what they were doing but both mentioned the greenhouses so you kind of assumed. So it was just you and Seamus. But it wasn't a date, you were just friends. It was obvious by how this forced date-like atmosphere made you both uncomfortable. So you both just went back to the castle and threw yourselves into studying in the library. After the third time of being ditched by your friends for dates, you guys just knew it was easier to go to the library and study. However, Seamus brought up something this particular time he hadn't brought up before. "Do you like Irish folk music?"

"Who's asking? You or Dean?"

"What?"

"Dean's going through a rough patch with Ginny and she likes Irish folk music."

"Right...thanks. Hey, want to start a band? You, Dean, and me?"

"What do I get out of it?" You raised an eyebrow and Seamus shrugged. "The joy of knowing you helped out a friend or two." The only problem with it was you didn't think Ginny genuinely liked Dean. "No. Tell Dean to find someone else." You got up and walked away.

You'd been dodging Seamus and Dean for days, when they'd finally managed to corner you. You were in the Gryffindor common room looking for Neville. You were ready to finally confront him about his relationship with Hannah. It was irritating enough that you knew Hannah didn't tell you she liked Neville but the least they could do was admit they were together. You could have asked Hannah for the truth but something told you it'd feel more true if you'd heard it from Neville. Maybe you needed closure? However, you didn't find Neville because you ran into his two best friends. "Y/N, I know you think Ginny and I fight a lot." Dean started and you cut in harshly. "You do fight a lot." He took a sharp intake of breath before continuing. "But this isn't just for me. This could be good for all of us. Seamus won't be that Irish kid who can hold his whiskey. We can book gigs and make money. You can finally afford that trip to America you're always talking about." You couldn't help but be a little interested in the idea. "I'll think about it. But you have to make me a promise. Neville can never know I was here today." The two boys looked at each other then back at you before Dean grinned. "We promise, he won't know." You nodded and left the Gryffindor common room.

It was that weekend, the three of you were in the library whispering amongst yourselves about this band of yours. You were secretly passing around a small flask of fire whiskey under the table and sitting at one of the back tables where not many people would sit. "So are we going with trad tunes, newer stuff, or our own music?" You asked with a bit of curiosity gracing your face and Seamus shrugged. "Why not all three? How about instruments? Y/N, you should sing." You frowned. "I can really wanna play the fiddle but in songs where it's not needed I'll sing." Dean nodded. "I can sing most times then because Seamus can't sing worth shit and honestly I think we'll need like a piano." Seamus rolled his eyes. "We'll need some base so Bodhrán? We'll probably sound like shit but at least we'll be ridiculed as friends." Those were the last words said before you guys spent the rest of the Quidditch season doing band practice instead of supporting your Quidditch teams.

You were ecstatic when you heard Gryffindor got the Quidditch Cup but extremely disappointed. They'd beat your team. You quietly walked over to your table in mock shame while the Gryffindors celebrated. You walked over to Neville after the feast and asked if you were invited to the party to celebrate Gryffindor's win. He informed you that he'd thought Seamus or Dean would have invited you since you seemed to be with them a lot lately. There seemed to be a hint of anger in his voice. And you couldn't hold back the vile feeling that built up inside you. "Well excuse me for wanting to actually hang out with my friends. You and Hannah seem to always be at the greenhouse. Luna and Rolf are always together. Dean and Ginny.... they're on a break. And Seamus...well he and I are in the same boat." You quickly walked away catching up with Dean and Seamus. It seemed like your body relaxed almost instantly as you started laughing with them about some inside joke Neville couldn't understand. "She doesn't mean it, you know." He recognized the voice but turned to look anyways. "Yes, she does. She's right. You and I are always together lately. I didn't think about how that must look to our friends until..."

"The girl you like said it?"

"Yeah."

"Back in third year, she said you were her type."

"Do you think I still am?" Hannah shrugged in response to the question. They quietly walked to the Gryffindor common room where the celebration for winning Quidditch Cup was being thrown.

When they got to the common room, Neville saw you chatting with Dean, Seamus, and Ginny. From the looks of it Dean and Ginny made up again. You looked really happy and you had a drink in hand. He turned his attention to Ron, who everyone in Gryffindor was praising, and was shocked by Lavender Brown suddenly kissing him. But he clapped along with everyone else in the room. It didn't even occur to him to care that Harry and Hermione left or that shortly after Lavender and Ron left. It seemed pretty normal behavior. He just went back to watching you with his two best friends. He joined the small group only to notice you were ignoring him. "Seamus, I'll bet 5 gaellons I can beat you at darts." It was shook on and sure enough you won. "Double nothing for pool." He said he conjured up a pool table and you nodded. In agreement to his terms. Sure enough, you beat him. "You owe me 10 gaellons, Finnigan." He rolled his eyes and you smirked. "You know what? You're really cute, I'll excuse your debt." All at once three voices screamed "WHAT?!" All male Gryffindors and your friends. You pulled him into a kiss and kisses him like no one else was there. He didn't know Neville had a crush on you. How could he? Neville was always with Hannah! He pulled you closer and kissed back. It was only a few minutes before he pulled back and you both grinning. "Debt paid." Neville walked away in what looked to be an annoyed state. You cringed but you didn't do it to hurt him. You did it because you felt like you needed a win and whining over a boy with a girlfriend wasn't a win. "Seamus, wanna go to Hogsmeade together sometime?" You asked with a bit of regret and he nodded but didn't seem to know what to say. You knew he usually had a crude sense of humor but in the past few weeks you'd grown so accustom to it.... actually kinda found it funny. And in that same way, grown to rather close to him and Dean. But his sense of humor isn't why you felt regret. It was the brunette boy, who was talking to Luna. Luna looked at you in shock and then shrugged at Neville. She didn't have an explanation and you didn't expect her to.

Neville seemed shocked as Ginny announced that a had a surprise had been arranged for Gryffindor. The music that was playing was stopped while Ginny explained what the surprise was.

You, Seamus, and Dean were singing and playing your instruments to traditional Irish songs. Dean seemed so uncomfortable with how close you and Seamus suddenly were. Neville, Luna, and Rolf sat in a corner talking about this surprise. "I just can't believe it. Just yesterday, she was complaining about how Neville was dating Hannah." Rolf muttered and Neville rolled his eyes. "I'm not. We've just been hanging out in the greenhouse together. We're friends." Luna laughed slightly. "Hannah didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Y/N had a crush on you."

"Well Hannah told me that."

"Well... sometimes she hides her feelings."

"What are you trying to say?"

Rolf cut in. "Well, you could ask Y/N or you could retreat over there." He pointed to a group of Gryffindors with a cloud of smoke surrounding them. "And relieve your stress how you usually do." Of course Neville didn't want to confront the girl who just kissed his best friend so he walked over to the group of Gryffindors. They probably got it from his dorm mates anyways. He was actually doing a pretty good job of tuning the little band out. It wasn't until heard the song "Carrickfergus" that he had to look up. He'd heard Seamus play this song a million times over. But he'd never heard it sang so sweet. You were amazing to him.

After awhile, Seamus and Dean had enough and wanted to get back to the party. But you still wanted to sing your heart out. This wasn't for Dean or Seamus. This wasn't for your band. You were doing this for you. You shot back another glass of fire whiskey and were back at it. Except this time you had to sing a capella in and use your feet for a beat. Seamus was amazed at your enthusiasm and couldn't stop calling you his girlfriend to anyone that would listen. Neville, however, was silent. He was memorizing everything about you in this moment. He wanted to have your voice playing on repeat for a week. Any normal person would think you were singing to the boy claiming to be your boyfriend and maybe you should have been. But you weren't. Your heart immediately wanted to reach out to the boy who'd liked since you were like twelve or thirteen. But the part you were unaware of is even this packed room, he would swear on his life you were singing to him. But his hopes and dreams were crushed Cormac McLaggen convinced you to let him play some Weird Sisters and other Wizard Rock music. Seamus immediately grabbed your waist, kissed you on the neck, and then took you by the hand. You smiled at the boy nervously like you didn't know what was happening. He smiled in a way that was actually comforting and said, "Baby, I just want to dance." But the entire time you were dancing with Seamus, you were thinking about Neville.

When the few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws that showed up had outstayed their welcome, you walked back to your common room with Neville. Luna had convinced Seamus it was safer if Neville took you back since he hadn't drank as much. And if Seamus wasn't so drunk maybe he would have thought about how Luna was going to the same place as you anyway. But he was still shooting back firewhiskey and couldn't think straight. So you were holding hands with Neville as you walked through the corridors.

Come tomorrow you'd be Seamus' girlfriend but tonight you could be Neville's. He smelt of smoke and whiskey. It was so intoxicating but your lungs were full of the cool night air that the stone castle walls let in. You smiled at him and whispered. "I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write."

"I'm not Seamus you know."

"That's why it'll be about a Galway Girl and her perfect night."

Neville shook his head in disbelief. He was convinced you wouldn't remember it tomorrow so he spoke words he shouldn't. "Then I guess you're my pretty little Galway Girl."

[multi-writer]

Ravenclaw x Gryffindor

Gryffindor waking up early to see the blue hour because it reminds them of Ravenclaw

And Ravenclaw going out to see the golden hour because it reminds them of Gryffindor

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of a Ravenclaw girl and Gryffindor student pining after each other.

Requested by: anon.

[rockrockrockr]

ravenclaw, explaining their silly theories to gryffindor: i know it sounds stupid--

gryffindor, who believes that toy story was based off of real life: no no, i believe you, keep going.

[kind-hufflepuff]

HERMIONE X GINNY X LUNA

[poisonlove]

—ROTA; Jenna Ortega

Jenna ortega x reader

Mención de beso entre chicas, engaño, Hermione granger es la mala de el cuento

Las lágrimas se deslizaban por mis mejillas, la respiración era irregular y el pecho dolía. Caminaba sin rumbo por los pasillos de Hogwarts, la vista estaba nublada por las lágrimas y los sollozos resonantes salían de mis labios. Sólo quería salir de ese maldito lugar.

Todavía... todavía puedo ver la imagen de sus ojos abrirse por la sorpresa.

Y eso duele mucho.

Flashback

Con una sonrisa en los labios entré  a  través de el cuadro de la señora gorda, llegando a la sala de Gryffindor. acabo de terminar el entrenamiento de quiddich y había logrado excelentes resultados. Lo único que quería hacer ahora era dormirme en los brazos de mi novia, Hermione.

Solo sonrío para decir su nombre.

Subí rápidamente las escaleras y caminé hacia mi objetivo,  cuando veo nuestra habitación compartida ralenticé y miré confundida la puerta semi-abierta.

"Qué extraño... Hermione nunca deja la puerta abierta"

Instintivamente tomé la varita y con precaución entré, lista para enfrentar al que entró sin permiso. Lentamente cerré la puerta detrás de mí espaldas y caminé hacia nuestra habitación, ruidos extraños que vienen dentro de ella. 

Los sonidos se hicieron cada vez más nítidos y fuertes

"¿Qué demonios es esto?"

Abrí la puerta y el mundo se vino abajo. La temperatura de mi cuerpo bajó vertiginosamente y pude oír claramente el sonido de mi corazón rompiéndose en mil pedazos. Todavía no podía creer lo que estoy viendo.

Hermione stava baciando Ron. la mora aveva le mani dietro la schiena ed emetteva forti gemiti. Weasley ringhiò.

El agarre de mis dedos se desvanece y la varita cae al suelo, atrayendo la atención de los dos amantes. Hermione abre los ojos como platos cuando vio mis ojos y aleja a Ron, cubriéndose rápidamente.

-amor no es lo que parece-

Flashback terminado

Me detuve y me di cuenta de que estaba frente a la sala de Ravenclaw. Inconscientemente llegué a la casa de Jenna Ortega, mi mejor amiga.

Con la manga de la túnica me limpié los ojos y me mordí los labios tratando de contener el hipo, di un paso adelante y me deslicé por la puerta que fue abierta por un estudiante que estaba saliendo en ese momento.  Se podía escuchar las risas en la distancia cerca de los sofás.

Caminé hacia el sonido de la risa y vi en la distancia la cabellera morena de Jenna, la chica estaba riendo. Tan pronto como sus ojos se movieron hacia mi dirección no pude contenerme y estallé a llorar y su sonrisa fue reemplazada por una mirada de preocupación.

Jenna se levanta rápidamente del sofá y camina en mi dirección, dejando a sus amigos incrédulos. Mis manos temblaban y los sollozos salían de mi boca.

Dos brazos se aferran a mi cintura e inmediatamente le devuelvo el abrazo, llorando contra el cuello de Jenna. Después de segundos que parecieron interminables... Jenna rompe el abrazo y coloca suavemente las manos alrededor de mis mejillas, limpiando con los pulgares el resto de mis lágrimas. Ojos color chocolate miraban a los míos con preocupación.

—¿Qué ha pasado? - pregunta tímidamente, tomando mis manos y acariciándolas, intentando tranquilizarme. —her... her... her...- tartamudeo y ella me sonrió, tratando de calmarme. – hermione...-dije y nuevas lágrimas salieron de mis ojos. Jenna trenza nuestros dedos y camina rápido hacia su habitación, buscando privacidad.

Ella era una prefecta por lo que tenía una habitación para ella.

Entramos en su habitación y caminamos hacia su cama, nos sentamos en ella. —¿Qué pasó? ¿Se pelearon?- Una pregunta distraída, jugando con mis manos.

Un nudo se formó en mi garganta y un ligero hipo sale de mis labios, negué con la cabeza, lágrimas calientes se deslizaban por mis mejillas. 

—ella... ella...- tomé un respiro —me engañó...- susurro este último.

Vi los ojos de Jenna abrirse por sorpresa y un destello de ira se mezcla con sus iris oscuras. Apretó su mandíbula  y sus nudillos se volvieron blancos por el apretón mortal de sus manos. —¿Ella qué?- susurra, totalmente enfadada. -después del entrenamiento volví a la habitación y la encontré con Ron...- dije, sintiendo una punzada en mi pecho.

- ¿Acaso no soy suficiente?- pregunté con tono roto, haciendo que otras lágrimas se deslicen por mis mejillas.

Su mirada  se suaviza.

—No, no, no, eres genial, —Jenna tomó mis mejillas y me hizo mirar sus ojos, sonriéndome —Eres hermosa, Inteligente y jodidamente increíble... cualquiera se sentiría afortunado de tenerte... no es tu culpa que ella no supiera valorarte- sus ojos se cerraron ligeramente después de decir este último, todavía enojada por lo que hizo Granger. la presión de su mandíbula se desvanece y me mira con ternura.

No sé si fue porque estaba vulnerable y herida, una mezcla fatal... pero acerqué mi cara a la suya y uní nuestros labios en un dulce e inesperado beso. Jenna estaba rígida al tacto, totalmente desprevenida. Cuando decidí romper el beso ya que Jenna no lo estaba devolviendo... una mano se posa suavemente contra mi mejilla y me acerca a su cara. Jenna se derrite bajo mis labios y comienza a mover suavemente los suyos, con un ritmo suave y sin prisa.  Mis manos se movieron a lo largo de su cintura, acariciando lentamente la piel expuesta. Jenna sonríe contra mis labios e inconscientemente hice lo mismo. Cuando sentí su lengua golpeando mi labio inferior pidiendo el acceso en mi boca por un beso más profundo, abrí los ojos como platos y me alejé rápidamente de ella.

"¿Qué hice? "

-yo... Dios mío, lo siento- me levanto de la cama, mirando avergonzada a Jenna.

La morena tenía dificultad para respirar, Sus  labios eran hinchados por el beso. El  cabello  lo tenía desordenado y sus ojos tenían un brillo muy diferente de lo habitual. Hizo una sonrisa débil y se levantó de la cama.

-fue un error... lo siento- admito, mirándola a los ojos con culpa. Jenna sacude la cabeza lentamente, tomando mi mano. sus ojos se vuelven brillantes, una lágrima solitaria baja por su mejilla.

-T/N... -susurra, acariciando mi mano, mis ojos miran sus labios.

"No es justo... acabo de romper con Hermione... no quiero herir a Jenna"

"¿ pero por qué me gustó el beso?"

-jenna... fue algo que no comprobé... fue espontáneo... estaba herida... enfadada...- confesé y vi sus ojos llenarse de lágrimas, apretó la mandíbula y rompió el contacto con nuestras manos.

-lo siento...- añado, acercándome.

-T/N... no es necesario pedir disculpas, además me gustó- traga la saliva nerviosamente, cerrando los ojos al tacto de mi mano sobre su mejilla.

—Si te soy sincera... me gustas—confiesa y suspiro. Me agaché y le di un beso en la frente. Di un paso atrás y la miré impasible, confundida y tratando de averiguar qué hacer.

Siempre he tenido un debate conmigo misma sobre Hermione y Jenna. Durante mucho tiempo intenté decirme a mí misma que Jenna era solo una buena amiga y que me sentía confundida... pero sabía que sentía algo por ella.  Me di cuenta de eso en el quinto año cuando la vi con otro chico. En ese momento sentí un fuego ardiendo en mi estómago. Me sentí... asustada... no quería arruinar nuestra amistad, así que intenté enterrar mis sentimientos y tratar de tener una oportunidad con Hermione. Después de todo, sabía que Ortega no me correspondería. Al principio funcionó, estaba feliz porque sentía algo por la chica dorada y me enamoré de ella... pero por dentro sabía que sería difícil olvidar mi primer amor, especialmente porque era mi mejor amiga.

Amaba a Hermione, pero seguía enamorada de Jenna.

—Jen... solo... ahora no es el momento- la miré y sus ojos brillaban, tenía la mandíbula cerrada tratando de no romperse delante de mí. - ¿Podemos hablar de esto en otro momento?- Propongo y ella asiente lentamente.

Me acerqué a la puerta y abrí la manija, saliendo de su habitación con  en el corazón roto y con muchas dudas.

(...)

Acababa de terminar la clase de aritimancia y con el libro bajo mi brazo, caminaba hacia la habitación de Jenna.  Durante dos semanas evité la Ravenclaw, necesitaba espacio y tiempo para pensar. Para ser honesta, la he echado mucho de menos y tengo que decir que estoy lista para abordar el temido tema. En estos últimos días el beso se repetía en bucle en mi mente e incluso en mis sueños aparecían los ojos negros de la morena. Digamos que si no la he visto en persona todo este tiempo Ortega me ha estado acosando psicológicamente.

sonrío inconscientemente

Mi sonrisa fue inmediatamente reemplazada por una mirada de disgusto y tristeza cuando en la distancia vi Granger caminar hacia mi dirección. Para solo ver sus ojos mi corazón se rompe más. Sus ojos avellana estaban llenos de lágrimas.

—t/N... te estaba buscando... tenemos que hablar- aprieta la mandíbula y una lágrima solitaria baja por su mejilla. Extiende la mano y toma la mía, sosteniendo suavemente mis dedos. Como si hubiera tocado el fuego, retiré la mano e hice un paso hacia atrás, negando lentamente con la cabeza.

—no me toques- susurro, con la voz rota. Después de días llorando finalmente había parado, pero cuando vi a Granger, se me hizo un nudo en la garganta. No quería llorar delante de la chica de oro, no quería mostrarme débil. Me tragué la saliva y levanté la barbilla, mirándola con superficialidad.

—por favor... tenemos que hablar- repite, ligeramente herida después de ver en mis ojos dolor y rabia. Apreté el libro y caminé hacia delante, golpeando débilmente su hombro con el mío. — No tenemos nada que discutir.

Antes de que pudiera ir una mano agarra mi muñeca.

– por favor... fue un error... yo te amo...- Hermione lo dijo con un tono tan dulce y herido que casi podía creerlo.

Casi.

—¿Cuánto tiempo? - Pregunto, apretando la mandíbula. - ¿Cuánto tiempo llevas engañándome?- en este punto estábamos cara a cara, su agarre se tambalea y desvía la mirada. - ¿Cuánto tiempo lleva Hermione? - Pedí totalmente enojada, alzando la voz. -dos meses...- confiesa, acercándose.

Le quité la mano, mirándola con una sonrisa burlona— 6 meses de relación de los cuales 2 con cuernos...- sacudí la cabeza desilusionada y disgustada- adiós Hermione, no me busque más- le dije con frialdad, sus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas.

Se tira hacia mis brazos, impidiéndome caminar. Me pongo rígida al contacto. -Hermione... déjame- ella lloró más fuerte. -no te lo diré de nuevo...- susurré.

Rompe el abrazo y me mira con ojos heridos, trato de no caer en su trampa.

—tenemos que hablar...- susurra de nuevo.

—Por casualidad no lo has entendido, Granger?- interviene alguien. Me volví hacia el sonido de la voz y me encontré con dos ojos negros. Jenna Ortega miraba a Hermione enojada.

-Ocúpate de tus asuntos, Ortega— dijo con veneno Hermione.

–Jenna...- susurré.

Jenna cruza sus ojos con los míos, mirándome entre herida y feliz de verme. me hizo una sonrisa débil.

-Hermione...no quiero que os hagáis daño... así que te pido que te vayas- dije, sintiendo una punzada en mi pecho. Hermione me mira con tristeza por milésimas de segundo. Dio un paso hacia atrás y sacudiendo la cabeza camina por el pasillo lejos de mi vista. Éramos sólo Jenna y yo.

Me acerqué a Ravenclaw, extrañamente nerviosa y con el corazón acelerado. Las palmas de mis manos estaban sudando y mis piernas se tambaleaban ligeramente. Estaba teniendo la misma reacción que una niña con su primer amor. Respiré y miré a Jenna, que me observa con curiosidad.

—jenna yo...- susurré, tomando después la respiración. — Si te soy sincera, siempre he sentido algo por ti. Confieso, mirando impasible a la morena. Jenna hizo una gran sonrisa. —En estas dos semanas he pensado mucho en ti... y también en Hermione... yo... he conseguido no llorar delante de ella, ¿sabes?- ella tomó mis manos, acariciándolas lentamente. - me siento culpable por haberte evitado...- admito y ella sacude la cabeza, dejando mi mano y colocándola en mi mejilla.

—necesitabas espacio...- Me acaricia la mejilla y me apoyo en su tacto. De repente su mirada se hizo más seria, se puso de puntillas, su rostro a la altura del mío. El corazón golpeaba violentamente contra la caja torácica, nerviosa por tal cercanía. La boca de Jenna estaba a centímetros de la mia, aliento caliente golpeando mis labios. Envuelve sus manos alrededor de mi cuello y me mira intensamente a los ojos, buscando alguna reacción negativa mía. sin encontrar ningun rastro de rechazo, acerca mayormente su cara a la mía. labios que se rozan .

Tragué mi saliva y Jenna cuando lo escucha sonríe.

—no estoy lista para una relación... yo... tengo miedo...- confieso a un soplo de su boca. La mano de Jenna se movía sobre mi mejilla, la otra envolvía con determinación mi cuello. Puse mis manos alrededor de su cintura, facilitando la morena dada la notable diferencia de altura. - Yo cuidaré de ti...- susurra de vuelta, cerrando la distancia entre nuestros labios, besándome tiernamente.

sigo rota... pero tengo fe que podré sanar

[bagerfluff]

Hufflepuff: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Slytherin: Um...Neat.

*later*

Slytherin: *lying face down on their bed* I said "Neat" Gryffindor. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Gryffindor: *Plotting something* Don't beat yourself up too much, Slytherin. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Ravenclaw confessed their love for me?

Slytherin: Didn't you thank them?

Gryffindor: *Looking up at the wall horrified * I fucking thanked them.

[creativity-low]

"Imagine how dull your life would be without me." - Gryffindor to a Ravenclaw

[ravenclawh0re18]

Ravenclaw: I know you love them. Gryffindor: I am not in love with Hufflepuff! Ravenclaw:, staring at Gryffindor: I never said who... Gryffindor: *realizes* Gryffindor: Shit. Well, anyways-

[operazione-ibrido]

Ravenclaw: Can I read your essay before you submit it?

Gryffindor: Sure!

Ravenclaw: *pointing at the page* there's just the drawing of a smiling face.

Gryffindor: That is because some smiles are worth more than thousands words.

[miss-beetle]

(It is a lovely day. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor are taking a walk through the park when suddenly Ravenclaw gazes at an older gentleman.)

Ravenclaw: I am inexplicably attracted to that man over there.

Gryffindor: The old guy in the green jumper?

Ravenclaw: Yeah.

Gryffindor: He looks like he's like seventy.

Ravenclaw: Yeah I know that's why I said inexplicable.

Gryffindor: Don't date him. Date me instead.

Ravenclaw: That's the most forward you've ever been. I respect that.

Gryffindor: Yeah?

Ravenclaw: Still kinda wanna fuck the old man though.

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of a pure-blood Ravenclaw girl from a strict family dating a half-blood Gryffindor boy who plays Quidditch.

Requested by: anon.