#harry has a short temper and gets in so many arguments with ron

[sweetcatteahp]

Harry: Mate I wanna be nicer to Malfoy, and maybe be friends with him, but whenever I try to talk to him I get nervous and jittery for some reason, got any advice to help calm the nerves??

Ron: Well just imagine him naked. That'll make you feel different mate.

*later in the common room*

Harry: *furiously stomping into the common room upto Ron at the sofa*

Harry: You're advice was absolute bollocks!! It didn't work at all!!

Ron: What mate?? You serious?

Harry: Of course I'm serious! I imaged him naked and all it did was just make me want to fvck him! Senseless! Over a table!! And now I'm so much gayer than before!! Then I realised I was standing right infront of him just staring, and I got even more nervous and made a fool out of myself!!

Harry: Look what your stupid advice did to me Ron!!!

Ron: ... *Horrified*

Hermione: You asked for this by giving him that advice, you know if I said that to him he wouldn't listen, but no you had to say it because you wanted to be 'helpful'. Now all we have is Harry making a bigger problem about his feelings than before. Though I suppose it's good you got him to admit his feelings.

(not og, inspired by another post, belonging to @daddiesdrarryy )

[vivithefolle]

Hi Vivi, can you share some thoughts on the "Hermione deserves to be/should have married to XYZ because she is way too good for Ron" mentality of this fandom??

I’m gonna copy-paste a Quora answer of mine, because recycling is important!

Claiming that Ron is “out of Hermione’s league” is a statement rooted in sexism, classism and probably a bunch of other -isms.

It might seem like I’m just throwing buzz-words around but let me explain.

First off, the sexism.

Oh, the sexism.

As I’ve pointed it out in yet another one of my answers  (I’m so sorry for drowning you all in a plethora of links), Ron is very much a female-coded male character.

Ron is emotional, wears his heart on his sleeve, has anxieties and inadequacies, walks off in order to cool down, has a temper, puts other people before his needs, and pretty much adopts Harry when he rescues him in the second book. He’s the Heart of the Trio: he doesn’t rely on sole logic, he can believe something without proof, he is sensitive and thus is the easiest to hurt emotionally.

Whether you call it a “beta male”, a “wuss”, “defying gender roles” or a “soft boy” is your own business, but the core of it is that Ron doesn’t meet the standards for people’s vision of a “desirable” masculine figure.

The little things Ron quietly performs in the books - when he helps Harry into his pyjamas in Chamber of Secrets because Harry’s arm is bloop; when he’s worrying about Hermione’s whereabouts in Prisoner of Azkaban; when he helps Harry unwind after his visions in Goblet of Fire; when he puts food onto Harry’s plate and wakes him up from his nightmares in Order of the Phoenix; when he beams that Hermione was “perfect, obviously” when she passes her Apparition test - all those caring gestures don’t seem like much, but if you bother to think about it, they paint an enormous picture.

Who gets Hermione to stop overworking while making her feel good about her accomplishments? Who comforts Harry from his nightmares and cares for him in the dead of the night, when nobody is awake? Who makes sure his friends are healthy and happy? Who wards off the dark and depressing thoughts, be it with his fists or a joke?

It’s Ron.

When you think about it, “traditional masculinity” in Harry Potter is as much frowned upon as “traditional feminity” is - which sometimes bites Rowling in the butt when you remember how she obviously seems to consider that Hermione and Ginny are the only desirable kind of girls.

Vernon Dursley? The entrepreneur “king of the household” prejudiced suburbian middle-class Dad? Fits in the usual tropes of traditional masculinity.

Dudley Dursley? The typical “boys will be boys” spoiled middle-class only child who’s the apple of his parents’ eyes and even takes up boxing, as if he wasn’t traditionally masculine enough.

Draco Malfoy? See Dudley, but toss in “upper-class posh aristocrat bully who doesn’t like to get his hands dirty so he has henchmen do it for him because he’s too rich for this sh-t”, would remind you of a few Christian Greys or Gatsbys.

Dolores Umbridge? Oh no, cat pictures, decorative plates, talks to teens as if they’re babies and PINK, SO MUCH PINK!!! So disgustingly feminine!!

Rowling very much frowns upon traditional gender roles - with Molly Weasley being an exception because Rowling feels very strongly about being a mother, and relates to Molly a lot.

Right - so, being a beautiful mess of paradoxes and contradictions (a “soft boi” who also punches bullies in the face, a fussy mother-hen who swears like a sailor, a tall athlete with badass scars on his arms who’s nurturing and sweet; in short, a wonderfully human character), Ron is obviously going to be a polarizing character. You painfully relate to him and get defensive when he’s criticized, you feel his characterization hits a bit too close to home so you hate him, or you disregard him completely because you can’t see anything “special” about him…

Now, onto another very, very sexist point that is often made.

People say that Hermione “deserves better” than Ron, often claiming that they “aren’t intellectual equals”, then citing Harry (who is mistaken as being some sort of slumbering genius but honestly, the kid is really a bit daft) or Draco (since apparently, being rich must equal to being intelligent) or, god forbid, Snape (because he’s a teacher and teachers are meant to be clever).

Soooo, I could go the loooooong way and pull out all the receipts that prove that none of these characters are perfectly intellectually matched to Hermione…

Or I could go the long way and simply give you this: this obsession with finding an “intellectual equal” for Hermione reflects the mentality of “women are not allowed to be better at something than their husband”.

Yep.

A woman has to be all-around pretty good at everything, whereas a man has to be the absolute best in his area of greatest competence (surely better than any puny female!) with a help-meet there to compensate for his weaknesses. People are very, very uncomfortable when Ron and Hermione reverse this dynamic. Hermione is extremely intelligent and dedicated to intellectual pursuits, but is complete pants at things like self-care and people skills. Ron is bright enough to keep up with her and strong in her areas of weakness.

Even if Ron was as dumb as a sack of rocks (he’s not), his other virtues are more than enough to “justify” Hermione loving him. (Because she needs an excuse?) But no. A woman has to be with a man who outdoes her in her area of greatest strength. - credit to @lytefoot

People don’t want Hermione to be with a man who’s her “equal.” They want her to be with a man who can be The Man so she can know the contentment of being The Woman.

But, with this sexist line of thought, how do we justify how Ron is supposed to be such a bad match for Hermione? Because if it was just about mere sexism, Romione would surely be more popular. Imagine! Ron happily raising the children, being a house-husband and proud of it, while Hermione is out there fighting for justice in the wizarding world! What a power-couple, defying norms and gender roles and not being the least bit conscious of it, prime OTP material for sure! So why do people still want Hermione to put Harry, Draco, or god forbid², Snape in Ron’s place? Is this an irrational hatred of redheads? An Harmionian’s delirious wet dream? A failure to separate the actors from their characters?

It’s all this and, quite frankly, something more: the inherent classism that comes with Ron’s status as an explicitly working-class coded character.

I know, I know, “Vivian! Calm down with the buzzwords, you’re starting to sound like an online pretend-feminist magazine!”

Or “Come on, people who don’t ship Ron and Hermione together aren’t all sexist or classist!”

Of course, of course! I know that! I’m not implying that!

But some of the “reasons” why they claim that Ron and Hermione can’t work - are extremely classist in nature, that’s just it!

Come on, think about it! What are the Number Ones arguments people always pull against Ron? Or the most common Ron-bashing tropes (look at fanfics and watch the number of stories that use at least one of those)?

Ron is stupid/mediocre

Ron is lazy/useless

Ron resents his wife’s hard work/success

Ron is a homophobe

Ron is a drunkard

Ron (the big prude who at 16 had never kissed a girl and sees a first kiss as the prelude to a wedding) is massively oversexed and cheats on Hermione with anything that moves

Not only do these “reasons” completely ignore ALL OF RON’S CHARACTERIZATION - except for the “lazy” bit but come off it, all teenagers are lazy and Hermione’s the exception to the rule - but it matches perfectly with the negative stereotypes associated with working-class white men in fiction.

It’s also very funny to note how many (assumedly middle-class or financially secure) fans look down on Ron for being “whiny” or “greedy” when he expresses the desire to have money of his own, or blame his parents for “not knowing when to stop” or “being irresponsible”, or even look down on them for being “too proud to accept help”!! Also how shocked people are when Ron dares to stand up for himself when Hermione or Harry act badly towards him. How dare this country boy not listen to the wisdom of his social “betters”?

So, obviously, because our Heroine can’t go with a Nasty, Mediocre Working-Class Man, she must be paired off with someone of Proper Status: say, a Hero that was raised in a middle-class home and might be a bit psychologically damaged but it’s nothing all those gold coins in his vault can’t fix; or this Rich Posh Aristocrat who actively rooted for her death, he’s a little bit eccentric and has some exotic pet-names to call you, but I’m sure you’ll learn to love him and will unearth the gold coins in his bank account… I mean, the heart of gold that lies within the surface; oh, why not a Way Too Big An Age Difference Teacher if you’re looking for a “cultured man” who has zero things in common with you; we can also bring Convenient Plot Device Famous Rich Foreign Athlete if you want some diversity and you don’t feel original!

But we can’t - oh, we mustn’t let her be with this Terrible Working-Class Boy! His brothers are fine, they have money, they have jobs, so they’re obviously Not As Mediocre. But let our precious Hermione be with this Just-Got-Out-Of-School hooligan? She can’t possibly be in love with him! You’ll see darling, you’ll get bored eventually! He’s too mediocre for you, you deserve a man who outclasses you - I mean, who can provide for you! You’re a fragile little flower who scars people for life when she’s not happy with them, what makes you think that this boy can possibly handle you even though he’s done so for the past seven years?

You wanted it, you got it.

People are shallow, have misconceptions about Ron’s character that they are unwilling to correct or use classist and sexist arguments to try to make it so that either Ron is the Devil himself / Hermione is a higher kind of being that can only orgasm if sufficiently “intellectually stimulated” / what-have-you.

[lunarfly]

Defending Harmione against some arguments Romione shippers use:

1. "Harry found Hermione boring."

Ok, I see where this is coming from. There is a scene in GoF where Harry thinks that Hermione isn't the same as Ron, and that having Hermione as his best friend would mean much more studying and much less having fun. But that doesn't mean he thought Hermione was boring, he just found studying and hanging out in the library boring, and since Hermione spent most of her time studying in the library, Harry didn't have as much fun. Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE Romione but I hate it when Romione shippers use that scene as an argument against Harmione, because Ron found it just as (if not more) boring to study at the library as Harry did! So it's completely unfair.

2. "Harry found Hermione unattractive."

Firstly, people's looks and attractiveness don't determine whether you like the person or not, you don't have to think the person is stunning to fall in love with them. Secondly, Harry didn't find her unattractive, he literally says he doesn't think she's ugly. And when Hermione was at the ball, Harry found her so pretty that his jaw dropped. He didn't expect her to look that pretty, and that's a bit sad, but once he did realize it was her, his opinion on her looks kinda changed and he started to see her as an actually beautiful girl ever since.

3. "Harry is too short-tempered for Hermione."

I've seen some Romione shippers say this, and I've been shocked every time I have. In OoTP, when Harry was having a hard time, was getting upset about everything and was yelling constantly, Hermione was the one person to handle it well and calm him down. She was the one to deal with him, she was the one who understood him best, knew exactly how he was feeling. If you don't remember, you can reread OoTP, and pay more attention to those moments, it will be clear afterwards. *Quick note though, Luna was the second person who understood Harry well, and Harry didn't have trouble talking to her, which is why I admire their pure friendship. 🥺

4. "Harry and Hermione barely even talked when Ron wasn't around."

No, that's not true. The thing is, Harry spent more time with Ron, obviously, because he shared a room with him, took the same classes with him and etcetera, and he was more similar to Ron as well, so it would have been easier to talk to him about things like Quidditch and studying. But when he was with Hermione, most of the time Ron was there too, and they discussed the most important things together, they wouldn't talk about their plans without Ron, they always included each other(🥺🥺🥺). And just like that, he barely had any time without Hermione. But when he did, (ex. GoF) he DOES talked to her about anything, and Hermione had no problem understanding him. If you've noticed (reread OoTP if you haven't), whenever Harry had a problem, he always went up to Hermione to get advice. And so many Romione shippers also use the scene from The Deathly Hallows against Harmione, when they're so shocked about Ron leaving them that they can't do anything alone and don't talk. They say it's because Harry and Hermione can't get along, and they need Ron to do something together, but that's not true at all. Actually, Harry was always the bridge to Hermione and Ron, but, forgetting about that, when Ron left them, they were so sad and miserable, that they lost all confidence, sadness took over them, and Harry didn't know what to say to Hermione, as he was very bad at comforting people, but you can tell he was paying lots of attention to her. That's why they didn't talk or interact much. And if you remember, right before Ron left, there's a paragraph talking about how Harry and Hermione were the only ones talking and Ron was sitting in the background, complaining about food. Please get the facts right before you say something. <3

5. "Their relationship would be so boring."

Ok, I don't fully understand what you mean by this. If you mean it would be boring for the audience, then you're not a real fan of Hermione. If you'd rather read about her crying over Ron for your own entertainment than have her happy but "boring", you can't call yourself a real fan of her, sorry, I don't make the rules.

But, if you mean that Harry and Hermione would be bored in the relationship, then let me say something against that. If you think they wouldn't be able to have a conversation with each other, then you need to reread my point number 4. If you're saying they wouldn't be able to interact and have fun together, then you're straight up lying. They've spent their entire lives together, they grew up together, went through all of the adventures together (including Ron too of course, but Hermione was also there when Ron wasn't, but I can't blame Ron), they've literally lived together so idk how you'd expect them to be bored. If there's something Ron and Hermione could do to have fun and not be "bored" that Harry and Hermione couldn't, name it, because I'm really curious. Yes, Ron was very funny, he has made Harry and Hermione laugh a few times throughout the series (and I love him for that), but jokes aren't all it takes to keep a strong relationship.

That is all I'm going to cover for today, there's so many more reasonable arguments against them that I'll fight against in the future, but, for now, that's it. I mostly see Romione or Dr*rry shippers say these, but others say them as well. As for Drarry, it's pure toxicity, basically the LGBT version of Dr*mione. As for Romione, it's an amazing ship. I love it so much, I'll defend Ron over Draco and I won't accept Ron bashing for anything, not even for Harmione. He deserves better than Draco stans coming at him for nothing. Romione is pure, Ron would do anything for Hermione, and vice versa. And the same things happen with Harry & Hermione. That's why these ships are so similar and I love them both very very very much. <3

Also, I'm putting this post under the Romione tag because I have also defended Ron in this, and I truly love Romione, so please don't be offended by that. 🥺 As for the Dramione/Drarry tag, y'all can be offended as much as you want. IDC.

[priorireverte]

Congratulations Storm!

Your application for Molly Weasley has been accepted. Of all the Weasleys I ever thought we’d get, Molly was not one of them. I am delighted to have been proved wrong.

Please look to the checklist for the next steps and reach out if you have any questions!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME & PRONOUNS: Storm, they/them

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I should be able to post a few times a week and keep up with the activity requirement! I wouldn’t apply if I didn’t think I had the time to actively participate.

ANYTHING ELSE: Graphic depictions of gore ( more of a squick than a trigger; it just makes me uncomfortable, but if I see it it’s not the end of the world! This would apply mostly to gifs and images / aesthetics though )

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Molly Elizabeth Weasley

BIRTHDATE: October 30, 1950

DEATHDATE: n/a

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Female ( she/her pronouns ); bisexual – Molly has always been comfortable with who she is, and her sexuality is no different. She realized she liked both men and women from a young age and was unashamed of the fact because, unlike muggle society, sexuality wasn’t deemed a problem like blood status would be. It didn’t matter in the end, though, because once she laid eyes on Arthur Weasley, she knew he was the one for her. No crush could compare to the pure love she felt for the bumbling redhead who stole her heart.

BLOOD STATUS: pureblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor

OCCUPATION: Unemployed. Molly, at one point, considered returning to school as either a professor at Hogwarts or an educator for young wixen children ( sort of like muggle pre-school ), but after her marriage and many children, work was never in the cards. Now that she’s older, she’s once again considering offering a daycare of sorts for young children – she has time to spare with her children all grown up, and she’d rather be looking after and teaching children than left to her thoughts.

FACECLAIM: Amy Adams

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

POSTBELLUM

Molly had the disprivilege to live through not one, but two wars started by the same sick man, and they both had no small impact on her. During the First Wixen War, Molly wanted no part of it, staying firmly neutral even though her beliefs were aligned with the Order of the Phoenix. She and Arthur were married with a small brood of children by the time it picked up in earnest, after all, and her primary thought was to stay by her little boys to keep them as safe and innocent as possible – going out to fight and possibly die would do no one any favors. Her point was only proven in the death of her younger brothers, something that was a catastrophic blow on her soul. She and her brothers were close, after all, or as close as they would let her; Molly would have done anything for Gideon and Fabian. It was their deaths that made her question whether or not her choice to stay out of the war, as logical as it was, ended up being the right one after all. What if she’d been able to save them somehow? What if she’d been at least somewhat involved in the order and privy to their plans? Maybe she could’ve convinced them to stay home that evening. None of those regrets mattered, in the end – her brothers were dead, and soon after you-know-who was dead as well. Things were over… or so everyone thought. The Second Wixen War was unexpected, but Molly was more involved that time around. She didn’t volunteer to go out on missions; she still had children to look after. She was involved, though, particularly once Ron brought home young Harry Potter himself. Molly cared for Harry like her own son, and he was smack in the middle of the war to start with. She hated that her children were involved in a war, but this time would be different – this time, she would do all that she could to keep her family safe like she couldn’t with her brothers. Fred’s death took that resolve, chewed it up, and spat it right back at her. How foolish was she to think that her family, so involved as they were, would not be drastically impacted by the war yet again? Five years did little to ease the pain of losing a child, and she was certain she would be burdened with that pain for the rest of her life. She could still see her darling Fred’s face, still in death with the ghost of his last smile as she sobbed over his body just as much as she could see him alive and playing tricks on the family with George in her mind. Encumbered by grief like she was, Molly hardly paid much mind to the first report of the Returned making its way around. The second report piqued her interest ( and her confusion ), and despite herself, she kept watching and waiting for those she lost to return to her. She got her wish in the form of Fabian, young as the day she lost him, but that only made the Returned become something of an obsession of hers. If one brother was back, surely Gideon would be right on his heels? If her brothers were back, then surely she’d see her little Fred again, back from the dead and finally home? She knows the obsession isn’t healthy and is only making her grieving process worse, but Molly can’t bring herself to give a damn. She just wants her loved ones to finally come home.

PERSONALITY

Molly is and always has been a homebody. Family has always meant the world to her, the Prewetts having been a loving family who could lean on one another through thick and thin. While some would appreciate that and move on, Molly took that as a core part of who she was as a person and became what people dubbed “the mom friend” to her friends during school and beyond: she fussed over those she cared about greatly, to the point of being an annoyance, and worried over strangers if they looked like they needed a friendly face or shoulder to cry on. This tendency made her a rather outgoing person, and she was rarely judgmental if she could help it; Molly just wanted others to be happy. Some, however, saw this more as annoying than anything else. her caring nature backfired half of the time, painting her in the light of being far too nosey rather than concerned and wanting to be helpful. She’s guilty of eavesdropping on others, and while she says this is out of concern, she secretly knows it’s because she loves to listen to gossip as well. Molly likes to be in the know, whether she’s told directly or not. This has led to more than a few fights with friends, family, and strangers, but it’s always been part of who she was. Molly is unapologetic about who she is. These arguments are never small, either; Molly is short-tempered and can get easily annoyed when she’s not watching herself, and arguments where she’s been accused of something bring up this fiery part of her more than anything else. Despite her flaws, Molly tries to, first and foremost, be kind. Everyone needs a smiling face to look toward, and in a world as cruel as theirs, she tries to be that person for whoever needs it. If someone needs somewhere to stay, she’ll open her home up gladly; if someone needs to vent, she will lend an ear. She’s particularly fond of children ( if her own seven didn’t give that away ), and taking Harry and Hermione in whenever they wanted or needed to stay at the Burrow wasn’t even a question in her mind – of course they were welcome. war has taken much from Molly Weasley, but she refuses to let it take her kind heart.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY

The Prewetts were a loving, if loud and obnoxious, family, and Molly wouldn’t have had it any other way. She was the daughter of upstanding ministry workers, Mr. and Mrs. Prewett both being respectable in their departments and showing their children to be so as well. Respectable, however, didn’t necessarily mean disciplined, and most of Molly’s early childhood was filled with the yelling of her brothers, the soft croons of her parents’ voices, and the mewling of a stray cat Molly begged to keep ( creatively named Cat ). It was through her parents that she learned the value of truth and the power of words, learning from a young age that her greatest weapon won’t be her wand, but the words that come out of her mouth. A debate is just as deadly as a spell, her father would say. Speaking the truth shows the true value of a person, rather than lies that anyone can spill from their tongue, her mother would add. Molly took both to heart, making her quick-witted and stubborn to a fault when she knew she was right. As a Weasley, life was quite similar, though her role was reversed. Her home was still loud with the sound of screaming children, the heavy thundering of footsteps running through the house echoing what she experienced as a girl. Instead of partaking in the running, however, she was instead the one to scold like her mother did, but never fully discourage. Her family was part Prewett, after all, and Prewetts were nothing if not a little wild. It was she that taught her children the power of words, rather than the one learning them, and listening in as her husband taught their children how to be kind and judge others based on character rather than anything else. Life as a Weasley was dancing in the kitchen with her husband in the early hours of the morning, breakfast cooking while the radio crooned in their ears. Life as a Weasley was just as full of love as life as a Prewett was, and Molly cherished every moment. She always would.

HISTORY

Life was a series of moments, and Molly’s was no exception. Those moments formed her into who she was, after all; who would she be without being sorted into Gryffindor? She never would have met Arthur, whom she swore to this day that she fell in love with at first sight ( that wasn’t quite true; no first year knew love like theirs at such a young age – she fell hard, but love didn’t come until later, when she knew she would marry him before they both left Hogwarts ). Hogwarts introduced her to her friends, people who would become close enough to family that she’d introduce them to her children as aunts and uncles alike. Hogwarts made her a Prefect, though not Head Girl, and brought out her motherly side even more as she helped first years adjust to being away from home in an overwhelming environment. Being a Prefect prepared her to care for young children, though she still fumbled her way through Bill and Charlie’s infancy – she was much more prepared by the time Percy came around. Her children introduced her to their friends, who would grow their family even further ( both in marriage and in simple friendship; all friends were family in Molly’s book ). Each person she was introduced to expanded Molly Weasley’s capacity to love and to be loved in return, which made the Battle of Hogwarts that much harder as she saw others that she knew lying dead in the rubble. She mourned for Fred, but she mourned for the friends of her children as well, and for the friends she made through the order. It all hurt so much, but she’d rather take that hurt than lose that capacity to love.

OOC EXPLORATION:

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? I was introduced to this rp by Nic, aka Fabian Prewett, and it looks absolutely phenomenal! The plot is super intriguing, and I honestly can’t wait to start playing in this verse with everyone.

ANYTHING ELSE? https://pin.it/23mXrSb <<< I wrote Molly elsewhere too who had a connection to Bellatrix, so ignore that section! Every other section is relevant to Molly here however.

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS:

This section is only if you are applying for a character that does not yet have a biography written (i.e. a character not listed on the character page). Any character can be applied for, so long as they can realistically fit into the plot and add substance to the roleplay! It may be a good idea to send a message to the main before applying to a non-bio character so we can work with you.

CHARACTER CONTRIBUTION: Molly has a ton of connections to characters both already in play ( Fabian, George, Ginny ) and available to play ( Bellatrix, the golden trio, potentially Fred and Gideon if they’re brought in down the line ), so I think it would be interesting to have her there to bounce off of others and let her bounce off of them in return. She’s a pillar of support to many people and is happy to offer that support to many more, but I plan to make her more than that. Molly is dynamic as a person: she’s kind and warm, yet fiery and firm in her beliefs. She has an obsession with the Returned because of how many people she’s lost in such a short span of time, to the point where she might use her free time to try and figure out how they’re coming back even though she’s not part of the Ministry and is missing a lot of critical information. Whether that goes anywhere is up to the admin team, of course, but it’s a line i’d love to look at in more detail.  

PRESENT: Though life has improved slightly over the past five years, Molly is still very much riddled with grief and a shadow of who she was a decade ago. She still has her warm heart and does her best to be who people expect her to be, but sometimes she’ll see a shadow, or see a flash of red hair, and fall into herself once more while she mourns Fred’s loss. News of the Returned only made this grieving process worse, because instead of learning to move on, Molly clings to the fact that she’ll see her loved ones once more – something that intensifies once Fabian returns to them. Now it’s more akin to an obsession than anything, and Molly wouldn’t stop the obsession even if she wanted to. She just wants her loved ones to finally come home where they belong.

[canislupus-exe]

Hello, could I please get a Percy Jackson and Harry Potter Ship? I’m a straight female. My age range is 16-19, I’m very short (5’0) and chubby. I’m very shy and quiet when I first meet someone, but one you get to know me im talkative and loud. I often talk way to fast. I have a short temper and can get annoyed very easily, and I’m very argumentative (I love proving people wrong). My hobbies include reading and writing, and I could talk for hours about things that I am passionate about!

I ship you with…

Grover Underwood!

(Gif credit to @/heeheegifs on giphy)

You were a daughter of Aries. This comes as a shock to people who are just meeting you. Usually, children of Aries were loud and chaotic, seeking triumph everywhere they went. You were quiet and reserved, keeping to yourself nine times out of ten. So when you introduced yourself as (Y/n) (L/n), daughter of Aries, of course people were surprised.

However, to your closest friends, it was obvious that you carried the traits of your father. While you weren’t physically violent, you sure as hell could destroy an enemy in a verbal battle. I mean, one of your favorite hobbies is proving people wrong. Especially if it’s a topic you’re passionate about. I mean, bringing up your favorite book? You’ll talk very fast for very long.

This, among many other things, was one of the reasons Grover was compelled to you. He too was shy at first, but unlike you, he carried this trait throughout your friendship. You didn’t mind though. You thought it was cute. Despite this, he still loved you to pieces. Silently, of course. He adored watching you get fiery about the things you loved. He loved watching your eyes light up as you speeled on and on about whatever you could.

“Honestly, who could disrespect J.K. Rowling’s writing? I mean, sure she’s done a couple controversial things but that doesn’t take away from her amazing writing talent. A person still has their strongholds whether or not they’re a quote-unquote good person. And even then, being a good person is subjective to your definition of good.” You ranted. Grover watched as you spoke quickly, your words flying out of your mouth with a fiery passion. He said nothing, simply admiring your face. You noticed the radio silence on his end, turning towards him and raising your eyebrows.

“What?” You asked. His cheeks turned red as he looked down and scratched his neck.

“Nothing. You’re just… really passionate.” He replied quietly. You straightened your posture.

“Is that… bad?” You asked. You didn’t know why. You had never sought his approval before.

“No, it’s… It’s Great.”

And…

Harry Potter!

You had been friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione since the beginning. You had no idea that asking Hermione for help on your homework would get you wrapped up into the crazy antics of the Golden Trio. Alas, that’s what happened, and you wouldn’t change a thing. After being friends with them for a while, you became more open with them. This meant that they were subject to your long rants, but they didn’t mind. Harry especially.

Harry knew from year one that he felt something different towards you, but it wasn’t until year 6 that he finally confronted these feeling that had been brewing for so long. He confronted them personally of course, not ready to tell you. Apparently, it was obvious that he liked you though. Both Hermione and Ron knew apparently, but it appeared that you didn’t.

They encouraged him to tell you, but he was unsure. You had been friends for so long, he didn’t want things to change. His mind was filled with worries. What if you didn’t reciprocate the feelings? What if you did but it didn’t end up working out? Would your friendship be the same? It was a bargain he was willing to take though because he couldn’t stand swallowing his love for you anymore.

You stood by the quidditch field, waiting silently for Harry. He told you to meet him here, and he sounded urgent. You hoped he hadn’t gotten himself into anything stupid or dangerous, but it was Harry Potter, could you expect anything else.

“Hey.” A familiar voice called. You turned, seeing Harry himself walk towards you. You gave a small smile.

“Hey,” You replied. Harry moves the weight in his feet before clapping his hands together. You raised your eyebrows.

“So…” He said. You laughed and crossed your arms.

“So what genius? You’re the one who told me to meet you here. What’s up?” You asked. Harry coughed.

“Uh… Well… The thing is…”

“Come on Harry, spit it out.” You said. Harry looked at you before closing his eyes.

“I… I really like you (Y/n).” He replied. Your eyes widened.

“Oh…” You trailed off. Harry swallowed.

“And I get it if you don’t like me. And I totally get it if this made things weird. And I definitely-“

“Harry, relax. I like you too.”

Hope you enjoy🖤🖤

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[unchosens]

5, 6, 7

5. Which Deathly Hallow would appeal to your muse the most and why?

Harry has, at various points of his life, had possession of all three of the Hallows. Two he gave away willingly (stone and wand) and one he kept (cloak), so the answer would seem to be cloak. However, the only reason Harry dropped the stone in the forest that night was because he believed he was going to die. Truth be told, for many years after that, it was a constant struggle to not go back to search for it. He probably could never have found it - but there were so many dark nights he longed to try. To speak to his parents once more, really get to speak to them - he knows he’s gotten more than most orphans ever get, but those precious moments have always been about life or death. They’ve saved him, they’ve protected him, but he never got to just speak to them - about life, about Quidditch, about the way his mother curled her g’s, about Ron and Hermione, Ginny. About his children (though he probably wouldn’t have mentioned Albus’ middle name). There were also so many times he longed to bring Remus and Tonks to life for Teddy and he had to resist, knowing the truth of the stone - it did not bring back the real people, just shades. It was necessary to let the dead rest in order to live. That said, the old Harry would sympathise only too well with the Knights, with Lily, and what they all chose to do. It was a continuous battle of wills for him to resist doing something similar.

Now, strangely enough, Harry’s answer would probably be the Elder Wand. Perhaps it’s the phantom sense of his missing holly and phoenix wand, but he doesn’t like the replacement wand he’s been given. It doesn’t feel right - though maybe it’s just him who doesn’t feel right and the wand is easy to blame. But if he’s supposed to be a hero, if he’s supposed to save everyone, well - an Unbeatable Wand actually sounds pretty good right now. He doesn’t quite understand how his past self so easily gave it up. 

6. What are your muse’s thoughts on the Dark Arts? Would they ever use such magic themselves for whatever reason, or have they already done so in the past?

(Answering for pre-death Harry). Harry has a long history with the Dark Arts. His personal opinion is that they should not be used. He is aware that some argue the Dark Arts are not instrinsically bad, but dependent on the way they are used - there is some merit to this argument. Overwhelmingly, however, he’s seen them used to inflict pain, suffering, and death. Use of the Dark Arts does not only harm the victim, it is damaging to the user, which Harry knows full well, having used Dark magic himself. 

The first time - the Cruciatus Curse on Bellatrix Lestrange. If he is being entirely honest, even now, the only thing Harry truly regrets about this is that it didn’t work.  Not only does he still grieve Sirius - it’s an old pain, one he’s come to terms with, but it still hurts and he still hates her fiercely whenever he thinks about it - but Bellatrix went on to kill Nymphadora Tonks. If he had injured her, taken her out, the Ministry could have re-arrested her. True, she probably would have escaped again, but with Harry’s penchant for guilt, he sometimes thinks Tonks could still be alive if he’d gotten Bellatrix. 

Imperius - this he used to great effect during the war, notably during the raid of Gringotts. Again, Harry doesn’t especially regret this. It’s probably the closest he comes to agreeing with the argument that use of the Dark Arts depends on intent. But who decides that? He thinks he was right, that he did what was necessary - but so does every Dark wizard he’s ever arrested. He has never, in the time since then, used it again or any Dark magic. It is a horrible affront to take will away from a living being and of course, illegal. 

Cruciatus, round two - it worked against Amycus Carrow. Harry knows he should regret this. It wasn’t in the heat of battle. He wasn’t defending himself. He wasn’t defending anyone else - Carrow spat in Professor McGonagall’s face, but he hadn’t actually hurt her. It was purely wrath, rage and the desire to inflict pain that drove this curse. That’s the part that worries Harry, more than feeling any real guilt over hurting Carrow. His anger. It’s dangerous. He knows he needs to watch it. 

Overall, his experiences with dark magic are things he isn’t proud of - but the specific instances are not things he regrets either. The Imperius curse is the only one he chose to do rationally and calmly and it’s probably the one he would never do again. The other instances were all fuelled by emotion and Harry is aware that in a similar situation, he could do it again, and perhaps worse - it’s why he has worked so hard on controlling his temper all these years. 

(The only use of dark magic - and the pain it inflicted - he can truly say he regrets is Sectumsempra on Draco Malfoy. It was Harry’s intention to hurt him - but never so badly. He indeed regrets that his recklessness, thoughtlessness and bitter grudge against Malfoy combined to make him act so rashly. He has, however, never really apologised for it, their relationship never being an easy one.)

7. What memories would your muse be shown if they were in the presence of a Dementor, and what physical reaction would they have?

(Answering for pre-death Harry). Harry had a lot of bad memories after the war. He was also heavily involved in getting the Dementors out of Azkaban and away from the wizarding population, as Voldemort had in fact encouraged them to spread and target wizarding villages. It was not a good combination for him, especially since he was already in quite a bad mental place, but he was determined to do his part. He knew he was susceptible to the Dementors but stubbornly determined on not letting that weakness affect his job - it wasn’t as if other people had it easy either.  

Memory wise, he never stopped reliving the memory of his parents’ death. He had heard and/or seen it so many times that it was etched into his mind permanently, but it never changed the sharpness of the wound. Additionally, the sight of Sirius Black falling back into the Veil was always one of the most painful things they could show him. 

The war gave him new terrible memories, as did its aftermath. Hearing Hermione scream, all he could hear. Looking down to see Ron’s hands, near bloodied to the bone from where he beat them against the stone wall that imprisoned them. Knowing Hermione was there because of him, Harry, that they were torturing her because of him, and he couldn’t get to her. Ron beginning to scream Hermione’s name and Harry knowing Ron’s spirit would break if he had to listen to a moment more of it. Their Hermione might already be gone and he knew either loss would destroy him. 

And then later, Teddy. Crying, their hair flickering between bright pink, dull grey-streaked brown and finally a messy black that reminded Harry distinctly of his own. His knees would hurt from the phantom sensation of kneeling on the floor beside them. He had to explain to Teddy why they didn’t have parents as other children did. He had to tell Teddy about the bodies lying on the Great Hall that day, where they would go to school in just a few short years. He had to tell Teddy that if Harry had been smarter, made a better plan, they would still have parents. Harry was afraid that their hair would never change to black again, not after he admitted this, but worse still was how every sob the child uttered was so terribly loud and he couldn’t make them stop. 

With all this to fight, Harry very much needed to conjure a strong Patronus to keep the Dementors away. He was now less likely to pass out, considering his experience with them, but he often returned home shaky and ill. Retaining his starkly independent nature, Harry usually preferred to deal with this alone, as he did so often when he felt low and depressed in those days (and even later). A lot of people tried to encourage him to talk, but Harry rarely wanted to. Ginny understood this, and let him deal with things his own way for the most part. These were often the times he ended up going quietly in search of her, just to lie down together, her knowing that these were the moments he really needed her most. The same applied to other periods in his life, when he was having difficult times with work, feeling the terrible weight of responsibility or affected by the darkness he often saw  - it was to Ginny he could really be vulnerable and receive comfort. When it came to their children, he certainly tried to hide it as much as possible, not wanting them to see him at a low point. 

(As for resurrected Harry, stay tuned … )

[backalley-requests]

Hi! Can I please have a ship for the MCU and Harry Potter if you do that (it’s totally fine if you don’t) okay so I’m 4’11, have long black hair and brown eyes, I’m an ENTJ, I’m very sassy, blunt, and competitive. I’m very passionate about politics, football, and traveling. I tend to have a short temper (I don’t deal with bs), I can be very stubborn and hot headed as well. I love photography and I’m very sensitive (though most don’t see it) overall I’m just a pretty complex person. Thank you sm!

Here you go! And yes I still do Harry Potter, JK Rowling didn’t do anything new I didn’t already dislike her for. The series belongs to the fans now and as long as I can acknowledge the bad in it I can still cherish the good it brought to my childhood. Regardless! I hope you like it!

I ship you with...

Marvel

Sam Wilson

He’s an all American kind of guy and definitely loves football. The two of you spend your Sunday nights watching the games and placing cheap bets like who I going to do the dishes. It’s pure fun. You also host the Super Bowl at your house every year and invite every superhero within a one planet radius.

Your relationship is filled with a lot of short quips between each other, usually blunt jokes that poke fun at one another. They’re always harmless but have an edge of a competitive spirit. It usually results in harmless banter about who is going to lose to the other and meaningless taunts. “Oh you wanna go?”s and “in your condition? I’d beat you in a heartbeat”s.

He’s so used to giving and gives it his all for his friends and those he loves. It takes a big toll on him. Similar to you he wears that kind of burden so well that most never notice. You do though, because you feel the same way a lot. You’re sensitive and you see it when he goes overboard into helping you feel better. Sam pours his all into everything.

The two of you get to travel a lot, his work as the new Captain America sending him all over the world. At first he was apprehensive about having you come along, he couldn’t bare the thought of losing you, but you love traveling and him and the idea of having to sit at home was a fate worse than death.

You sent the Christmas cards. You’re more heartfelt when you write them and it gives an excuse to send your photography to all your friends and family. Sam doesn’t just dump that on your or anything, he hangs around and helps select pictures he thinks each person on would appreciate the most and the two of you end up coming up with the most unique set of Christmas cards anyone’s probably ever done.

Don’t even get me started on the Fourth of July. It’s probably the biggest holiday around. Lots of arguments over politics, you and Sam are a powerful combo, and overzealous American based competitions. Even when the country seems to be tearing itself apart you two manage to hold onto the American dream. You can disparage this country as quick as the next person but you take a day to indulge in what makes it full of hope: and one of those people is Sam.

“I don’t know if I can do it.” Those are the first words you hear as Sam tosses the shield onto the kitchen table. This wasn’t his usual warm greetings but the man had nothing else to say. He didn’t even know where to begin, had no idea how to admit he still couldn’t cope with losing his best friend. That no matter how hard he was trying to be Captain America that he didn’t feel like he truly was what Steve had been.

You stared, unsure how to handle it as you took a step forward. Whatever had happened today was a major setback in this whole operation. “What happened?” You knew it was a horrible transition period already. Sam looked nothing like the Captain America the world had grew to accept. The cards were stacked against him from the start. Nobody believed he was good enough and the public thought it was their right to scrutinize him at every turn. Usually he kept his head up about but something changed.

Sam hesitated to take any steps forward. The world may have been saved but things were far from over. “I stopped a robbery on broadway, I caught the perps and had them tied up before police arrived. And the hostage— she screamed at me, afraid I’d hurt her no matter what I did to try and mend her fears. And when the cops did show up they started shooting at me.” He was slowly breaking in front of you and you didn’t have any idea what to do with it. “They called me some imposter, insinuated that I was a common criminal. That there was something innate in me that would never be good enough. And they called for backup when I ran.”

The world was more uncertain that ever before. After the second snap and Tony’s sacrifice the world failed to pick itself back up and begin moving. “Don’t listen to them, alright? Steve had it easy. The government paraded him around like some show pony for the troops. He got a grandiose opening.” You racked through the memories as you tried to find a way to comfort him. “But you’re stronger. You needed to be. You show up as a hero in the worst time in history and you don’t get an introduction.”

“I just don’t know if I can do it.” Sam held back tears but you could see them in his eyes. But you were stubborn, and it killed you to see him like this. So you did what you always do, took this on as a challenge to make him realize he was good enough. “I don’t know if Steve made the right choice, if I’m even good enough for what he gave me! He’s a better man—“

“Don’t you dare say that, Sam!” You shouted back suddenly, it startled him. “You’re a million times better than Steve. Alright? He left. He got his happy ending. You’re still fighting for the living. You’re still here!” The idea that somehow he didn’t believe in himself killed you. You couldn’t even wrap your head around the idea. “Steve spent decades deciding who he wanted and after all that time he believed you were the best person alive. He believed in you. I believe in you!”

There wasn’t much more to say after that as Sam crashed his lips onto yours. It wasn’t exactly a beautiful kiss but it was killed with such a strong sense of love, duty and faith. “I love you, you know that right?” He has to ask. You were worked up to the point of angry-tears but managed to nod your head slowly. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find someone who believed in him as much as you did.

“I love you too.” You smiled softly, breathing slowly in and out as you stared down at the floor. “But for the record, and I really feel like I have to say it...” You looked up at him, your brown eyes wide and big, “I’d be a way better Captain America.” The smirk on your face was sudden and cocky. It was hard for either of you to really get too deep in your emotions and humor was the quickest way to ease the tension of the moment.

“Oh really now?” Sam asked back with a laugh. “What ever happened to your whole believe in me speech. Cause, and maybe I was wrong, but I thought you just agreed that I’m the better Captain America.” He had his arms out in a challenging way, daring you to tell him he was wrong.

“Well you’re better than everyone but me.”

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

The two of you can go absolutely crazy over quidditch, cheering for your favorite teams is an excellent bonding moment. You’re both competitive and love sports, and what better pass time than the wizards for world’s biggest sports event? The two of you have different favorite teams so it’s always a competition to see who’s will do better that year.

The two of you are both very blunt, which is honestly something that Ron needs from a person in his life. He hates when people try and get all convoluted instead of saying what they just actually mean. Your blunt nature fits what he likes to a T, even when it upsets him. The blunt nature of the relationship can be a blessing or a curse for those who encounter the two of you.

Ron is loyal to a fault, which is something that’s good for you. When you get overwhelmed and let your emotions get the best of you he’s the kind of person able to withstand any emotion. If someone were to push you too hard, not expecting you to be as sensitive as you are, Ron is the first person to jump in. He can get a little aggressive about it.

You’re both hot-heads and tend to get into pointless stubborn competitons. Whether it’s a game or a debate, the two of you get into them often with the goal of winning. Some people interpret this as fights but the truth is that both of you know how to come down from them without harming the relationship. While you’re immovable when against each other you become unstoppable when both of you are on the same side. People tend to just give up.

Ron doesn’t quite get your photography and no matter how many times you explain it all he doesn’t really get it. But that doesn’t stop him from trying and getting envolved. He’ll buy you photography gifts, and they tend to be hit or miss. For a while he didn’t get why you took so many photos but down the road when you showed him all of the past moments of your lives he realized how beautiful it really is.

Both of you are really into politics. Given that Ron literally took up arms in the resistance against Voldemort it shouldn’t be any surprise that he really cares about the government and what’s going on with it. He’s less intelligent than you, but equally passionate. If I’m being honest, it’s another reason people dread going to your house for holidays since the both of you manage to at some point drag everyone into another conversation about important political aspects you two care about.

“Five sickles says that you can’t make it to the top of the quidditch tower and back in under a minute—“

“Oh easy, bet.”

“AND perform five 3 360s.”

Suddenly the challenge was a lot harder for you. You stood in the grass of the quidditch field, staring up at the sky with your broom in hand. Now it was a question of your ability to do some tricks and those were never your strong suite. As much as you adore the game you tended to focus on mastering the basics instead of showing off. But, a bet was a bet and you hated the idea of admitting you couldn’t do something. “Like I said, easy.”

Ron stared at you with a wild grin on his face. He knew you were always up for a challenge and he was always up to doing something fun. It was truly a deadly combination. “Alright, I have the sickles right here. All you have to do is knock my socks off.” Perhaps he shouldn’t be daring his girlfriend to do something crazy but he couldn’t help himself and neither could you.

“Ready?” You asked as you nodded to his watch. “I don’t want you losing count and forcing me to lose.” You were honestly a little nervous but didn’t show it. You were stronger than that. What you really hoped was that no one came out and caught you guys fooling around on the Quidditch field, now that would be messy. Ron held up the watch and nodded his head.

“On your marks, get set, go!” And with that you went flying off. You decided to knock one spin upside down off the list really quick and managed to do that with some grace. You realized soon after that it wasn’t exactly fun, and was a little challenging to keep steady once it was over. “You got this, babe!” Ron shouted as you planned on how to get back at him for this. You got the next twist out of the way shortly before you got to the tower and then soon you made it close to around it. In an attempt to show off you used the final twist as you neared the other side, although this proved to be a mistake.

You lost your grip. The broom seperated from your body and sped off towards the stands as your body fell vertical. You didn’t hear anything aside from your own scream as you tried to reach for your wand. Your hand just got ahold of it by the time you felt a pair of arms grab you. You hadn’t even noticed Ron had gotten to you up until that moment as you clung tightly to him.

You winced when your broom hit the stands and broke straight through the seats and into the underside of the stands. You supposed you’s finally get the chance to find out what exactly was under those old things. You rested your head against his chest, neither of you saying much as you listened to his heartbeat. It was fast and scared and said more than enough.

“You didn’t let me finish.” You complained, trying to ease the tension with a joke. “You cheated.” You looked up at him and smiled as he neared the ground. Part of you felt that you would have been fine. You could have used a spell to summon the broom or something to ease your fall. Ron didn’t need to be there. But he was and it was actually really sweet.

Ron laughed, releasing tensed muscles in his body he hadn’t realized he strained as started to step off. And though he laughed he couldn’t stop holding you as if his life depended on it. “Yeah, I’m sure you would have. Do you want the sickles anyways?” He asked you. “An honorary win because I cheated?”

“Thank you very much, I’ll take those off your hands.” The real conversation occurred outside of language. The way you clung to him said thank you, and the way he held you, paired with his ever increasing heartbeat, said he loved you. Though the sickles certainly didn’t hurt.

[mariamermaid]

Daydream

Draco Malfoy X Gryffindor reader, kinda modern AU

Summary: The Halloween season in Hogwarts has begun and the yearly, secret party in the Room of Requirements is being planned. As a stubborn Gryffindor you would never miss such an opportunity, but this year you might have over done it with the alcohol…

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: drinking, swearing, vomiting

A/N: Inspired by the song “Daydream” by Ruelle

Halloween Masterlist

  I waited so long

For something sweet like this

It's where I belong

Beside you in blinding bliss

 “Oh come on Hermione! Ginny help me out here please?” You begged your friend as the curly head denied her invitation to the yearly Halloween Party in the Room of requirements. “Y/N the final exams are in only a couple of weeks, I´d rather spent my time studying.” You sighed at her comment and rolled your eyes. Ginny smiled at your gesture and leaned against Hermione, blinking with her eyes. Neither of you would ever give up unless she agreed to come with you. “Fine. But I won´t stay too late and I won´t drink.” You wanted to protest, well knowing that there was no other goal for you than to get drunk and have fun till the morning, but Ginny slammed her elbow in your side. You suppressed a groan. “Do whatever you want, Hermione. As long as you come with us.” She answered sweetly. Your conversation then turned into a hot debate about your planned costumes, but was then interrupted by loud yelling. You turned around to see the crowd of people in the inner yard, circling two people in particular. Quickly the three of you jumped off the bench and ran towards the crowd. The bad feeling that one of your friends would be involved was just too true. Ron´s red hair was hard to overlook and quickly you caught sight of Harry as well. Across from your two friends stood Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. An annoyed sigh escaped your lips. The Weasley twins who thought of this situation of just too funny even encouraged them to pull out their wands. Every other time you would have immediately stood to your friends, helping them against Malfoy, but at this autumnally time of the year, you didn´t risk anything, because if the teachers in any way would ever find out about the party, it would be over.

Which was why you shot angry glares at Fred and George, who then kept quiet.

From the girls you were the toughest, you always laughed with the boys about some jokes and in Defense against the Dark Arts you were the best fighter. Just like Harry you often battled Malfoy and exceptionless replied with the best comebacks at his sneaky remarks. Just like Hermione, you were a muggle-born and every time Draco even dared to open his mouth to speak badly about any family just because they weren´t pure blooded, you made him regret it. You often paid with detention for defending your family, but it was worth it. Many students looked up to you, which was why some recommend you as a Prefect, but you always denied the request, you could never see yourself in the role of a Prefect. And the fact that a certain blonde guy represented Slytherin, made you avoid this role even more. You encountered with Malfoy often enough on the Quidditch field, together with Ron you were a keeper and for some reason, you and Malfoy often had heated arguments on the field because his team would accuse you of “cheating”, which was obviously not true and they were simple angry because you held each Quaffle they fired at you.

“Boys! Stop!” You yelled at them angrily, everybody shut up and stared at you either afraid or surprised. But you had just caught sight of McGonagal walking down to check the crowd. “Pull yourself together!” You cautioned them and when they followed your eyes to McGonagal, who just stepped out on the yard, the crowd quickly disappeared. Harry, Ron, Draco, Grabbe, Goyle and you were left, and while McGonagal walked past you, you all held your breath. When she got out of reach, you all sighed. “Congratulations Potter, if your little friend wouldn´t have helped you, you would have ruined the party.” “Shut it, Malfoy!” You hissed. You pulled your friends by their arms and dragged them with you. “Wow Y/N you don´t even have to dress up for Halloween, do you?” Malfoy commented and Ron and Harry already wanted to spin back to punch the blonde, but you kept the grip around their arms steady. You were boiling as much as them, but unlike them, you could keep your temper under control.

 I'm living in a daydream

Nothing that could faze me now

I'm caught up in a daydream

Nothing that could wake me now

 “Omg they arrived!” You screamed giggling and Hermione and Ginny followed your screams to your room, which you shared with Hermione. In front of you laid three ginormous boxes with the “Amazon” sign on it. Hermione wasn´t too sure, she remained on her bed nervously watching you and Ginny rip open the boxes. “Calm done, I´ve ordered something off Amazon a thousand times before and by the way Caty´s dad works there.” You explained to your friend. “He is head of the wizard section.” Ginny added and finally Hermione loosened up a bit and slowly opened her box as well. Ginny had ordered a “Sally” Outfit from Nightmare before Christmas, which perfectly matched her already red hair. You talked Hermione into “Velma” from Scooby Doo, and for yourself you had purchased a pair of black skinny jeans and a black top with white bones on them. Over the top you wore you dark red Gryffindor leather jacket and you had ordered a silver wig and a red flower crown. With make up you painted the skull structures on your face. Now the three of you stood in front of the mirror checking your results happily. It bothered all of you that you still had to wait a few more days for the party, but after spinning one last time in the mirror, you were sure that the waiting would be worth it. Many students had rather lame costumes, given the fact that especially pure blooded Slytherins didn´t have the option of Amazon, many people took old clothes from their grandparents and did some Zombie make up, but this year you stepped your game up.

 What more could a girl want

What more could a girl want

 The unexpected turn of a last-minute test on Friday, made your time suddenly run. You all spent the last days of school hardcore studying and almost forgot the party by the end of the week, but when the last lesson ended on Friday, you all stormed out the class rooms with pure excitement.  Also, the fact that you had to help Ron and Harry pick up some very last-minute costumes for Halloween, stressed you even more. You later decided to let them wear suits and sunglasses and go as Men in Black and they were thrilled again. Exhausted you stumbled back into your own room, only to find a mess of clothes and make up on the floor. Your friends ran across the room adjusting and perfecting their costumes. “Y/N! Where have you been?! You´re late!” Ginny exclaimed. Her blue make-up let her red hair seem even more red and Hermione’s short bob framed her face. You sighed. “Yes I know, but I needed to help Harry and Ron pick their costumes.” You explained and Hermione stopped in the middle of the room to gasp. “Dear lord, can´t those boys just for once get their life together?” She cursed. You and Ginny giggled and Hermione rolled her eyes at you. “Come on Y/N! We´re gonna be totally late if you don´t hurry! And you know I hate being late!” She added and the last part made you and Ginny jump quickly.

 Faded it's gone

The darkness I once knew

What could go wrong?

My heart is safe with you

My heart is safe with you

 You still arrived late, but besides the overly dramatic speech of the people who organized the party, among them Fred and George, you didn´t miss much. Everybody was already there, so when the door to the room of requirements opened one last time, every one watched who was arriving. All eyes were on you, Ginny and Hermione. And to be honest, you looked freaking good.

A few boys in the back hollered at your entrance and even Hermione smirked confidently. Pansy, who was just passing the three of you, an annoyed expression on her face, because even the boys from her house gawked at you, had a cup in her hand and in the next second you had stolen said cup and raised in the air. “Let the party begin!” You yelled and a lot applause and screams were you answer. Ginny grabbed two further cups, gave on to Hermione and the three of you touched glasses. “To the holidays!” Ginny exclaimed. “To the spooky season!” Hermione added. “To us!” You laughed and you downed the cup in one. Immediately after it you heard a too familiar whistle. Fred and George appeared next to you, wrapping each an arm around you. “Oi Y/N! Don´t drink too much! Your date won´t be too happy” They warned you, but you only shook your head. “What do you mean my date?” Fred and George exchanged knowing smirks and then turned you and pointed towards a blonde guy. You almost rolled your eyes at the way Pansy threw herself at him, when you realized what Draco was wearing. A skeleton outfit including the make-up. Your jaw dropped open and the twins started giggling next to you. But you didn´t think of it as funny and anger started boiling inside of you. Huffing, you pressed the twins your cup in their hand and then pushed basically everybody who got in your way aside and encountered Malfoy with raging anger. “Malfoy!” You hissed. He turned to and… smiled?

“Nice costume, Y/n!” He commented and sounded almost polite. Pansy next to him gasped, he probably hadn´t commented her costume- a cheap looking leather outfit with smudged eyeliner- at all. You snorted and pulled him aside towards the table with the drinks and food on it and he seemed barely bothered. He rather enjoyed the situation a little too much for your taste. Lazily he grabbed a cup and filled it with punch. “Why the hell are you wearing this outfit?” He didn´t turn when answering. “Why not?” “Why not?! Don´t make me even more mad, we both know it couldn´t end well for you!” “Y/n calm down, nobody cares anyway.” He gave you the cup and filled another one.

“I just wanted to have a fun night without your humble self…” “EY Y/n matching with Malfoy? The new dream couple in Hogwarts?” Seamus interrupted you and angrily you spun around to run after him. 

“Finnigan you better start running ´cause when I get ahold of you, you won´t be able to run anymore!” You pushed through the crowd, but he quickly disappeared and already exhausted you leaned against a wall and took a sip.

A sip.

From the cup Draco had filled you.

Befuddled you stared at the cup in your hands. What the hell was happening?

 I'm living in a daydream

Nothing that could faze me now

I'm caught up in a daydream

Nothing that could wake me now

 After the cup Draco had given you, you drank another and another. And another.

It was already past midnight when you realized that you had lost count and the walls around even started spinning. The loud music began to fade into the background and you swung your hips in the rhythm of the beat, while holding a cup in one hand, in the other Ginny´s hand, you started to daze off into another dimension of drunkenness. Loudly you sang the lyrics only the muggle-born knew, you played beer pong with Fred and George and laughing you chatted with your friends. Since hours you had been on the dancefloor with Ginny and Hermione and even your curly friend started to loosen up with the alcohol. While you enjoyed the feeling of the bass in the course of moving your body in sync, you noticed Ginny giggling in Hermione’s ear and pointing behind you. A few tables away sat Malfoy with his gang and while Pansy tried to have an actual conversation with the blonde, all he could do was watch you. Every other time you would have been annoyed, or disgusted or angry, if he had watched you like this, but now… Now it felt good knowing you had all his attention. The last bit of your conscience was pushed down when you chugged your cup and threw it away. You twirled your head, letting your hair fly, while bending forward. You heard first hollers from Zabini and when you slightly shook you booty, the screams got louder. Quickly you unbent- the sudden urge of vomit rising- and turned to see the whole Slytherin gang watching you. You smirked but only made eye contact with Malfoy. Then, before giving him one last devilish smile, you danced away through the crowd.

 What more could a girl want

What more could a girl want

What more could a girl want

 You had lost sight of Ginny and Hermione, but you didn´t have the time to look for them, you already felt the vomit coming up. With your hand pressed over your mouth you ran out the room towards the girl´s bathrooms. Usually would first ask Fred and George since they had the Marauder´s map, but you could only hope that Filch wasn´t near. The room of requirements let you out on the second floor, close to the girl´s bathrooms and to the Gryffindor common room. You stumbled through the door and your knees hit the ground hard. Your hands hazily grabbed the toilet seat before you threw up.

 “Man! Y/N is so hot!” Blaise exclaimed and other boys agreed nodding. “You know if she was a Slytherin, I would…” A sudden punch from Draco stopped him. “Don´t talk about her like that!” He hissed. His friends had already noticed that Draco had been unusually quiet this evening, but that behavior was completely new for him. “What is up with you?” Zabini now asked pissed as well. Draco only rolled his eyes and then left the table. “Where are you going?” Zabini yelled after him. “Catch fresh air!”

The minute Draco stepped out of the room of requirements he lurked around the corners, making sure no teacher was near. When his eyes wandered through the sparsely lighted corridor, he stopped at the door to the girl´s bathroom. A second, he remained at his spot, then he sighed and entered.

I'm living in a daydream

Nothing that could faze me now, nothing that could faze me now

I'm caught up in a daydream, I'm caught up in a daydream

Nothing that could wake me now, nothing that could faze me now

 He already heard you gagging and his steps quickened. He only saw you dropping down to your knees and lunging out. Quickly he grabbed you around your waist, stopping you from hitting your head on the toilet. When you threw up and he was sure that you could somewhat sit alone, he held your hair back and took the flower crown out of your hair. Just when you were finished you realized someone holding your hair, just then you realized it was Malfoy. “What are you doing here, Malfoy? It´s the girl´s bathroom!” You reminded him, but he only chuckled. A silent fell between you. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you precisely and exhausted, you stared up to him. You coughed from the taste of the vomit and tired you pulled off your wig, you hair fell out.

To this day, Draco swore he had never seen something so beautiful, like you sitting on the bathroom floor with the smudged skull makeup and your natural hair voluminously falling down, gazing up to him with your stubborn look, but your eyes shimmering in the soft light that fell through the window from the full moon.

“Why do you hate me?” You broke the silence. Draco licked his lips, like he often used to do in potions class when trying to figure out the recipe. “I don´t.” “Yes, you do.” You replied pouting. “No, I don´t.” You rolled your eyes. “Fine! Then why do constantly bother me with you childish behavior and bad remarks?” He chuckled again. “Bothering you? You´re not so boring as well when you throw your comebacks at me!” You had to admit, he looked good. His light blonde hair in the soft light, his tall figure in the dark suit. The skull makeup perfectly highlighted his high cheekbones and his sharp jawline. His blue eyes piercing through the black and white. “Thanks.” You replied, slightly unsure if he even complimented you. You waited a few seconds before asking again.

“Why are you here?” “Oh, Blaise just…”

“No, why are you really here?” He waited, unsure what to say. Should he say the truth? Would you even remember it? “I was worried about you.” He expected you to be laughing, but you didn´t. You sat there, completely still, your big eyes watching him.

“You were worried about me.” You repeated his statement, he sighed and pushed his blazer back to pull out a single flower. “Why are you giving me this?” “Isn´t that what people do when they like someone?”

You turned the flower in your hand, eyeing it from all angles in it´s beauty. Then you looked back up to him. “You like me?” He huffed, slightly laughing and sat down as well, right next to you, your shoulders touching. “Is that bad?” You didn´t look at him, but slowly you shook your head. You felt his eyes laying on you and you looked back at him. You felt him coming closer, his eyes traveling down to your lips and when you were only inches apart, you could already feel his breath, you pulled back. Immediately Draco did the same. “Did I do something wrong?” You quickly shook your head. “No… No, I just… I just threw up, I don´t think you want to kiss me now.” He laughed and for the first time you realized what a beautiful laugh he had. He grabbed your hand, ready to pull you up, but you remained on the floor. “Let´s get you into bed.” “No!” You exclaimed, he looked at you surprised. You still held his hand and pulled him back next to you. “Let´s stay here, please.” He nodded and you laid your head on his shoulders. “I´m afraid this is all a dream and tomorrow I wake up and it´s over.” You admitted. His thumb brushed over the back of your hand. “Me too.”

“Let´s just stay here a little longer.”

 What more could a girl want

What more could a girl want

 @feelthefeelingsinsideyou @illuminateshawnm@imaginesforlotsofthings@suburbiasqueen  

[mythicalbelle]

Sins of Trust

Diagon Alley had been the introduction to the world of magic and all that it entailed. Every shop held a memory to me and I had kept a record of them all within the confines of leather- bound journals. Even upsetting memories such as those that involved a younger Draco and myself. Lucius Malfoy had manipulated Draco into being the arrogant brattish boy I had first known at Hogwarts and I was so happy to find out that the man Draco had become during our eighth year was one whom it was all too easy to love. Now, as I lay on the vast bed listening to the clientele of The Leaky Cauldron as they went about their evening; I wished I could go back to that last year of school and tell Draco the truth of how I had fallen in love with the man he was... I remembered lying in his arms as we hid away in his bed the morning of our final NEWT exam just as I lay now, and I'd been so close to uttering those words that would have set me.. us free. Of course, I now knew that I was merely a distraction for Draco - and Ron's taunting words came back to haunt me. He had warned me that I would be used and thrown aside, and the bastard had been right. Draco Malfoy had lulled me into a false sense of security in his home and perhaps I had been foolish in me feeling that the Malfoy estate was my home. I had stayed far longer than I should have done and gotten too comfortable in a place that had been warded to keep Muggle-borns like myself away. Cursing my foolish and vulnerable heart for allowing myself to feel something for Draco, I felt tears slip down my cheeks and soak into my pillows. I had something sad that I would write into my diary - a first for me in regards to Draco and I. Draco Malfoy had made me cry. Curling up under the covers clutching hold of my blankets I thought about both Ron and Draco. Both men had sworn to protect me, and then left me hurting. In Ron's case; both physically and emotionally to the degree I really should have been admitted into St Mungo's on several occasions. Draco had broken my heart once and for all. Astoria Greengrass was originally supposed to marry Draco, it had been front-page of the Prophet when we'd been in Hogwarts. He had succeeded in challenging the betrothal in a private meeting with the Wizengamort and succeeded in having the agreement annulled and like a fool, I had thought then he would choose me to be become the newest Lady Malfoy. When we'd left school without becoming the couple I had naïvely hoped us to be and I'd begun to build a relationship with Ron. It had lacked the fire and passion Draco had experienced. I became trapped and felt that somehow, I deserved to assaults that Ron inflicted on me and the cruelty of his words were down to him grieving for his brother. Every excuse I could think of, I used to survive every day. Crying till I was nothing but a trembling wreck in a blanket fort, I barely heard the pop of the house elf as it apparated into my room, and was unaware as to who she was, although I could guess by the small dress she was wearing that she had come from Malfoy Manor. Surely the Draco I knew now wouldn't rub salt into my wounds and have a house elf follow me no doubt to return my meagre belonging to me. "I can see you elf. Tell me your name and then I must ask you a second question and I need you to be honest." The small creature froze and began fidgeting with the hem of her dress whilst avoiding looking at me. Clearly, she was torn between what I had asked of her and the orders she had received from Draco. Sighing softly, I pulled myself up to sit in the bed, fingers moving automatically to run through my curls and guide them away from my tear-streaked face. "Melly. Missy Hermy, my name is Melly and I tend the vegetable gardens that the late Lady Malfoy created. Master Draco was going to have me aide Missy Hermy in whatever she wishes in the walled gardens Master Draco took Missy Hermy on Hallows Eve." This Melly looked like she had witnessed such horrors as Nagini eating a victim whole. (Although there was a good chance she had given that the Dark Lord had punished Lucius by having the Manor be his main settlement for all those loyal to him...) Nodding softly, I pointedly ignored the sound of an argument taking place further down the hall between Hannah Longbottom and someone who sounded suspiciously like Ron. Whomever it was, sounded just like Ron when he had drunk too many Ogden's finest and become a vicious drunk. Ronald was at work selling jokes and tricks to a flurry of customers down the road at Weasley Wizarding Wheezes... Melly did as I did and looked towards the locked bedroom door and bit her lip thoughtfully. Without a shadow of doubt, the elf was frightened by the disturbance as well as breaking a vow between herself and her Master, because I was sure Draco wouldn't want me to know he was maintaining a watchful eye on me. Or, perhaps I was wrong and Draco was wishing to see where I was so that he could move on with a clear conscious with Astoria. That thought, had me shiver and a feeling of misery consume me.. I loved Draco Malfoy - I knew that now and I felt lost. Returning my attention to the the window, I kept my eyes off Melly so that whatever request she had to follow out could be done without her feeling fear of punishment from a man I knew to be kind to all now... "Melly. I shall return to my book and I won't say a word for I fear my acknowledgement of you has you fearing what Master Draco shall do. Please however, know that I am grateful for your kindness and those of your friends and family at the Manor. I shall miss you all." Those final five words were uttered through a new fit of tears as I wept for something that had never been and never would. I didn't belong really, not here in the hubbub of Diagon Alley, or the tranquillity of Wiltshire with Draco. The pop of Melly's departure had me think of the future, intertwined with the recollections of the visions I had experienced with Draco - none of it now seemed to make sense. I had seen myself with a babe in my arms... I had for the briefest moment thought it meant a family - a child born of love perhaps with Draco though that notion seemed insane now I thought of it. He'd no more permit a child of his to be born a half-blood than Ron suddenly turn his back on the Cannons. Maybe it had been something different indeed; like a new beginning away from magic. Muggle England wasn't completely alien to me and I could survive. No - I would survive after all, I had survived far worse at the hands of enemies and friends alike. Retrieving my favourite quill from my bag along with some parchment and began letters to Harry and Ginny, Ron and Draco. Each one short but to the point - that I would trouble them no more and wished them to let me go and live their lives to the full. The letter to my best friend and his wife was smudged only once where I told them both that they were my kin despite no blood between us. After all, it had been Harry who never strayed on the hardest of days when on the run unlike Ron whom had broken my heart and mind repeatedly with his temper tantrums. I moved from them to Draco. A man whose loyalty and morality had been questionable during the war; but I had kept up my vow to clear Draco’s name and I'd done so although the official notice from the Ministry wouldn't be sent to the Malfoy estate till the following morning; Kingsley had sent a note to me to give me the good news. so that I could leave with my conscience clear. My Mother had always told me that one should be honest with things that mattered to me and those I cared for. I ensured that the note from Shacklebolt was sealed so that it may be enclosed within my own of which I had confessed my heart when I went to my Maker, I would know that Draco would know that he had been loved truly by one who saw him as something more than his name or fortune. Not that it would matter much now, a marriage between Draco and Astoria would have many pure-blooded families believe there to be hope of the 'Lord's ways' returning. His letter was filled with smudges and I was half-tempted to begin again so that my sorrow be disguised from Draco.. As I reached for fresh parchment, I heard the sound of one man approaching whom I had thought not to encounter alone again... The fury in Ron’s voice was one I was accustomed too when he was drunk, something I feared him to be now and I froze with my fresh parchment discarded to the table in a mess as ink from the well spilt over the wood leaving parts of the important notes impossible to read. Nonetheless, I thrust the two letters to the young owl I had been loaned by Hannah and Neville. "Forgive me for not having treats or time to bind these well.. One to Harry Potter and the other, Draco Malfoy. Hurry please." The letters slid into the holsters on each leg and the owl was gone through the window as Ron’s voice echoed through the doorway and I wondered just what had brought him here when I had hoped to find Ginny instead. "WEASLEY! Get the Hell away from that door and leave Ms Granger alone!" Pulling the door open with a bang, I stared at the scene before me - Ron was restrained by an irate Minister. Snood... I should have felt relieved but the same chill I had felt in the moments before the three of us were captured and brought before Bellatrix. Something was wrong - I just had no idea what. Arcturus Snood wasn't one to frequent the Leaky, and yet? When I had fled to here, here I found him. The Minister who had clearly not believed Ron had been the source of my injuries weeks before was the one to come my rescue now. Yet, I felt truly afraid as Arcturus and mine eyes met, and longed for the sanctuary of Wiltshire..