#harry potter fandom

[bitterspoons]

For once, I thought it was me.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Soulmate au where you can hear the songs your soulmate is listening to. Fred asks your best friend—Angelina—to the ball thinking she's his soulmate.

use of y/n

Warnings: Angst and just a lil' fluff

Word Count:

part one / part two coming soon

A/N: of course the first thing I write is a soulmate au 😭—it's fine and I hope you like it.

"Angelina!" Y/n calls, running over to the Gryffindor table—almost tripping over her feet before placing a hand on Angelina's shoulder.

"Yes?" Angelina looked up from her conversation with the Weasley twins and smiled at her best friend. The Great Hall was bustling with noise.

Y/n panted, catching her breath as she fixed her hair. "Sorry—I just—I ran—oh god I'm dying—" Y/n tried to catch her breath before waving her hand at the twins. "Give me a second—continue your conversation..."

Angelina chuckled before turning back to George and Fred. "This is my friend, Y/n." Angelina introduced. "She's in Hufflepuff so I doubt you would've met her."

Y/n waved, stealing some of Angelina's water.

"Why haven't you invited her to some of our parties?" George asked, batting his eyes. "It would've been nice, seeing a pretty face more often."

Angelina rolled her eyes at the flirt, making space next to her for Y/n. "Yeah, I've asked her but she's not a huge fan of social events." She explained. "It's a miracle she's even in the Great Hall—why aren't you with Willow?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out after Divination. Turns out my detention with Professor Sprout is cancelled!" The Hufflepuff said happily, still a bit red from George's flattering.

"Hell yeah!" Angelina cheered. "I told you she loves you."

Y/n smiled. "Yeah but turning her favorite plant into a pair of heels is pushing the line."

Fred cackled. "Y/n, You did what?!"

In her head, a symphony sounded. Him just saying her name sounded like an orchestra.

Pops of warmths fidgeted around her. She had always had a crush on the Weasley, and she never really knew when it happened. She hasn't told a soul and she never would. It was just— he always seemed so happy. She had made him happy, she made him laugh.

Y/n beamed as she explained how she had gotten too caught up with her conversation with Angelina about what shoes to wear for the Yule Ball, she had completely forgotten about the spell she was casting.

"Little Chéri's a troublemaker huh?" Fred teased, scrunching up his nose.

"Chéri?!" Angelina cackled—not a fan of pet names in the slightest.

George grumbled. "Fred has been learning French so he can impress girls."

Y/n laughed, taking a sip of Angelina's water again. "I think it's cute." She bit the tip of her thumbs, an old habit of hers.

"Ever the hopeless romantic, Y/n." Angelina commented, stealing her drink back.

The four engaged in conversation until a Slytherin tapped on Y/n's shoulder. "Uh—Y/n, I think I have a fitting right now." She said awkwardly, getting glares from the Gryffindors.

"Oh!" Y/n shot up, grabbing the last strawberry off of Angelina's plate before grabbing Angelina's pen—sticking it behind her ear—and running off, dragging the Slytherin with her.

"Hey!" Angelina protested, grumbling as she bit into her toast.

"What was that about?" Fred asked, battling Ron for the last corndog.

"Huh? Oh—Y/n and I are helping organise the Ball." Angelina explained, not seeing how Fred watched her run her fingers through her hair as she grabbed another pen to do her Potions Homework. "She's helping make and tailor people's outfits."

"Y/n?" Hermione clarified, popping into the conversation. "She's ridiculously talented, she made the dress I'm wearing!"

"She made adjustments on mine!" Angelina looked at Hermione. "I didn't like how bland my dress was, so she helped bedazzled it."

"Do you think she can fix Fred's dress?" George asked, earning a punch from Fred. "Ow! No seriously though, his tie is all wonky and his pants go way past his feet. Poor bloke's gonna trip!"

Angelina laughed, packing her stuff away and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Find out yourself! I have to go check up on the Frog Choir."

Just a couple minutes later, Fred heard oddly croaky choruses from his soulmate.

●●●

Fred was trying to go the sleep that night, but all he could hear was stupid music.

When he couldn't decipher whether he was hearing it through his soulmate or if he was hearing it in the common room, he shoved his slippers on and slowly went down stairs.

As he peeked his head around the corner, he saw Angelina dancing with somebody—a CD player in the background as they laughed.

It was the same music playing in his head...Is Angelina—actually his soulmate?

He watched Angelina dance with her friend, practicing their dance for the ball before slowly going back upstairs.

Y/n and Angelina fell the floor in a heap, almost crying of laughter as Angelina stepped on Y/n's foot and then went crashing to the floor.

"So, are you planning on asking your mystery crush to the ball?" Angelina asked, rolling onto her stomach and popping the CD out.

Angelina didn't have a clue about her crush on one of the Weasley twins. Y/n refused to tell her, but she did give vague details about why she liked him so much.

"You think I have time for that?" Y/n questioned, brushing her hair. "Even if I did have the time to ask him, he's probably not even my soulmate."

"Who cares?" Angelina asked, exasperated.

Angelina was one of the people who couldn't hear music from their soulmate, it happened more than you'd think—about as common as dyslexia.

Angelina didn't give two fucks about whether the person she was dating was her soulmate, she tended to do whatever she wanted.

"Well—my soulmate is pretty cool too." Y/n protested.

"Well obviously!" Angelina retorted. "They has to be good enough for our Y/n"

"Oh stop it." Y/n laughed, throwing her hairbrush at Angelina. "I won't have time to ask someone and besides, I think he likes someone else." Y/n looked down, fiddling at the edge of her pink pyjamas.

"Your soulmate or your crush?"

"Maybe both!"

●●●

Fred woke up early today, mostly because he couldn't sleep. I mean, he just found his soulmate! This is the moment that everybody waits for, and it finally happened!

Fred was utterly in love with whoever his soulmate was. The two soulmates have sang duets with each other since they could talk—never making any action to try and find each other but Fred would be lying if he said he hadn't blasted music in his ears just to see if someone in the Great Hall would react.

His soulmate was constantly listening to music and singing songs, it comforted him whenever he heard it—especially since he's heard it since he was little.

And it was Angelina, a girl he was been trying not to crush on for ages.

Fred walked down the stairs, almost laughing when he saw Angelina.

Angelina and Y/n were completely passed out on the common room couches, paper sprawled out as they were doing a history of magic essay.

Fred shook Angelina awake. "Angie...Angie!"

Angelina fell off the bed. "What?"

Fred grinned. "I just thought you might wanna head to bed before the rest of the house wakes up."

Angelina rubbed her eyes before looking around—seeing essay papers, pens and her best friend, still sleeping as she sleepily held the tip of her thumb in her mouth and lulled herself asleep. "What time is it?"

"You have a little less than three hours before everybody else wakes up."

Angelina sighed, getting up and separating their papers and pens. "Hey, Fred?"

"Yeah?" He said hopefully.

"Can you do me a favour?"

Angelina handed him a messenger bag with little bows and gold chains decorating it, he took it without question as she continued.

"Do you think you could get Y/n to her common room? This is.. um This is the longest she's slept for a while and I don't know how to get into the Hufflepuff common room."

Fred thought for a moment—but who was he to deny his soulmate? After all, getting into the Hufflepuff dorms were easy—having learned the ins and outs of practically the whole school.

So Fred slung the bag across his shoulder and walked over to Y/n, still sleeping peacefully.

"Thank you!" Angelina grabbed her own supplies and started going up stairs. "You're the best!" She called. "I'll get you a tailoring with her today! Is dinner alright?"

Fred nodded, slowly picked Y/n up, putting her on the couch so he could give her a piggy back ride to her common room. "Hold on..."

Almost as if her sleeping body could hear it, Y/n's body tensed up, making it easier for Fred to carry.

So Fred walked out of the Gryffindor dormitories and started walking in the halls to go to the Hufflepuff common room.

The sun had barely risen, shining dull lights into the hallway and Fred felt Y/n shift in her sleep—ignoring how his skin fluttered as her breath rolled on top of it.

Fred almost stopped walking as Y/n shifted once more, making a small whimper, trying to pull her hand closer to her face.

"Chéri, if you move your hand, you're gonna fall—okay?" Fred said softly, adjusting his grip on her legs, making sure she wouldn't slip.

Y/n hummed in response, tucking her head on Fred's shoulder as he kept on walking.

Fred was halfway to the common room—walking slowly as to not wake up Y/n when he froze.

Having her thumb clasped between her fingers around Fred's chest, supporting her upper body weight—Fred felt her head twitching, needing something to soothe her to sleep.

Not wanting to have to explain the situation to the sleeping girl or disappoint Angelina—Fred adjusted the girl, now giving her a piggy-front, letting Y/n head sit comfortably against his neck.

Fred debated checking whether his face was on fire when the sleeping girl began to press little kisses on his neck, trying to substitute something for her thumb.

Fred continued walking, but why was he so flustered?

Maybe it’s his soulmate’s best friend.

What was her name again? Y/n?

Fred knocked on the Hufflepuff dorm door in the tune of Helga Hufflepuff. Before walking in and taking the stairs to the girl’s dormitory.

Trying not to feel awkward, he searched the dorm labels until he saw it.

______________

Girls Dorm #207

- Susan Bones

- Lia Diggory

- Y/n L/n

______________

Praising Merlin that she didn’t have too many roommates— He knocked on the door a few times, jumping up again to make sure Y/n didn’t slip.

"Hello?" A small voice asked, a very tired red head opened the door.

Fred gave an award smile. "I have a delivery?"

The girl smiled before letting him in and pointing at the empty bed and messed up desk.

Feed walked over, clutching on to Y/n as he quickly flipped the blanket open and tucked her instead. Y/n immediately latched onto the blankets.

Fred smiled before looking at her desk—tons of dress designs a long with tons of reminders everywhere when a certain one caught his eyes.

The Weasley Twins Inspired Dress

Curious, he picked up the sketch to see that she managed to make a confetti canon dress, inspired by that time he and George covered the Slytherin team in confetti right before a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff.

"I think you're cute together," Susan whispered bashfully, her cheeks pink.

"Oh no," her face fell when Fred denied it. "I already found my soulmate today."

"Oh I'm sorry." Susan apologised, combing her hair. "I just thought your h—never mind." She began to point at her neck before waving it off. "I assume you know how to take care of it?"

"Yeah! I'm planning on asking her to the yule ball!" Fred said, not having any idea what Susan was talking about.

"What? Ya know what—" Susan dug through her make up bag before grabbing Fred's arm and swatching some concealer shades. "You're lucky, you're my winter shade." Susan tossed Fred a concealer wand before shooing him out. "Bye!"

Holding onto the concealer, extremely confused, Fred walked back to him common room before going into the bathroom.

"Shit." Fred vocalised, realising why Susan Bones has thrown him concealer.

A light hickey lay on the side of his neck where Y/n had been.

Fred spent the next two hours trying to figure out how concealer worked.

He didn't understand it—instead opting for a scarf instead to cover up the blotchy disaster he created on his neck.

●●●

Y/n genuinely didn't question why she woke up in her bed and more concerned on her planner—you could see her running up and down the halls all day.

"Professor Moody, may I borrow Ron Weasley please?"

Ron showed her his suit for the ball. "Never mind, you're beyond help. Professor Moody, you can have him back." Y/n said, scribbling something out in her planner.

Taking the stairs, Y/n just started walking—flipping to the back of her planner to edit some sketches and ideas for dresses—not noticing the stair cases changing directions.

Walking up and down and sideways along the halls, Y/n kept walking until she bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" She said automatically only to be shushed by two voices. "Huh—?"

""SHH!" Y/n looked at the two Weasley twins.

"Why?" She asked, looking around to see nobody.

"I don' know," Fred admitted.

"We're skipping, so I assume we have to be quiet." George finished.

The Hufflepuff scoffed. "I'm not skipping. I did all my work in advance so I could focus of the dress making." She looked down at the planner. "And on that note—you have a appointment with me in two minutes. We can't be late!"

"Does that mean you have the answers?" Fred asked as he got dragged away.

"We can discuss answers after we're on time for our session."

"If it's our appointment, how can we be late?"

Y/n sighed, shaking her head. “It’s fine we’re almost there, Willow’s gonna be upset.”

“Who?”

Y/n dragged Fred near a tree where a small desk, mannequins and color swatches were, Y/n thrust Fred upon a little platform until tree branches began to swing around chaotically.

“Willow! Calm down! This isn’t Ron! This is a different Weasley!” Y/n started yelling.

“Willow? As in the Whomping Willow?!”

“Stop moving!” Y/n snapped, petting the branches. “Willow didn’t like it when your brother nearly killed her with a car. I think she has like— Weasley trauma.”

Fred cackled. “Weasley trauma?” A tree branch slapped the back of his head. “Hey!”

“She’s very sensitive.” Y/n defended. “Speaking of Ron, please tell me your suit isn’t as hideous.”

“Don’t worry— I just have a normal suit… I wasn’t sure if I should’ve brought it so I just wore it—”

“That’s perfect. Mind shrugging off the jacket and scarf?”

Nervously, Fred took off the scarf and jacket, revealing the concealer mess on his neck.

“Oh sweetie, what the hell happened to your neck!” Y/n cooed. "Goodness, let me help you. You're gonna break out... Accio makeup kit!"

"I have every shade under the sun, I'm helping people with their makeup too." Y/n waved her hand down. "Get down, off." Y/n stepped onto the platform as Fred stepped off, facing Y/n.

Y/n took a makeup wipe and cleaned up the spot before taking out a whisk and spinning it on the hickey.

"When did you learn how to hide hickey? Does that even work?" Fred asked, watching the metal kitchen utensil.

"Oh hush, it's common knowledge." Y/n pushed his face away, continuing to whisk. "It helps the blood disperse. Next time, put ice on it before it bruises."

Shade matching and blending it in, Y/n hoped Fred couldn't hear her heart beating out of her chest as she finished hiding the red mark. "See? Like it never even happened."

Willow presented a mirror for Fred to see for himself, thank god because that scarf was very itchy.

"Now, how much are we thinking off the tie?" Y/n held up a tape measure and a sharpie, tucking the sharpie behind her ear. "It supposed to be around your belt buckle...Do you feel comfortable with it over here?"

Fred nodded, looking at her in the mirror more than him. Why hadn't he seen her more often? Has she been friends with Angelina for a long time?

"Lovely...okay do you mind if I take this?" Y/n took the colorful tie off Fred and held it up to Willow." Willow, this is Fred's tie." Willow held onto the tie.

"Okay just one second..." Y/n brought out a sheet of brown fabric and a sheet of black fabric and hopped onto the platform with him. She pulled the black one around half of his chest and the brown one around the other half.

"Okay so I think the brown is more flattering on you, I feel like you look paler with the black one—Hey!"

Fred's head started tilting to one side as he imagined Angelina and her hanging out—still in disbelief he had actually found his soulmate.

Y/n grabbed his jaw and moved it so that it faced her. "Sorry, I just need to see—" Y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused as Fred pointed at something in the distance behind her.

Y/n looked behind her only for her jaw to pulled back and facing Fred, pulling the same move she had accidentally done to him. "Touché," She smiled—desperately hoping she wasn't blushing.

"How long have you friends with Angelina?" Fred asked, snapping Y/n out of her mental freakout.

"Oh—uh, since first year. We met on the train." Y/n cast a spell to turn Fred's suit brown. "Yeah that looks better—you looked like you were going to a funeral."

“Then why do I never see you guys hang out?”

Y/n thinks before answering. “I like to keep myself busy, that or I just eat in the kitchen.”

“Why not hang out with Angelina?”

“Uh- Well Alicia and I don’t really get along so I don’t want to make it weird for Angelina. Besides, most of the time Angelina hangs out with me in the kitchen.”

So that’s why Fred never sees Angelina in the Great hall. “Why the kitchen?”

“Because the house elves love me.” Y/n smiled, writing her to do list. “Besides, I like baking.”

Fred stepped off the platform and watched Y/n write. “Do you bake any of the food in the Great Hall?”

“The brownies, but sometimes I also cook the ribs but I like baking more than cooking.”

Fred loves the brownies, he eats them every time they show up on the table.

“Speaking of food… It’s dinner, you better hurry before all the seats are taken.” Y/n starting putting things away and getting out a dress presumingly belonging to her next appointment.

Fred stepped off the small platform, checking his covered hickey once more before starting to turn around. "You aren't going to dinner?"

"Maybe later." She responded quickly, casting a spell on the dress. "Not hungry. " She said briefly. "You can pick up your tie by like tomorrow."

"Alright then, I'll see you around?"

"Sure. Angelina! Can you grab that?" A piece of fabric swirled away in the wind near an approaching Angelina.

Fred walked away, happy with his day and his fitting appointment.

(A/N lmao I have nooooo idea how to end these. Part two could be ready tomorrow or in 3 months, we'll see.)

[shynverlight]

I have an ultimate tomarry figure now 🎉🎉🎉 (yes it's my art acc but JUST LOOK it gives me so much inspiration for new tomarry art nhhhh)

[thewitchybookie]

introducing the main characters of my #hogwartsfanfic: ✨the curse of the thunderbird✨ part i

read more on my ig: @thewitchybookie

chapters will start being released on #ao3 on april 31st

[im-actually-a-certified-idiot]

ronarry and prongsfoot are so damn addicting because the idea that you can be an asshole, you can show the worst qualities of yourself, you can make terrible mistakes, and someone can still become your best friend and express affection for you and fall in love with you makes my head SPIN

that, guys, is a love that comes once in a lifetime. fuck i love them so much 😭😭😭

[zelenyikitart]

Double date

[lilbeanz]

This is gonna seem random but did you grow up with completely different ideas on what the characters in the HP universe look like?

Cause I every time I see what the characters looked like in the movies I’m reminded on how I completely disregarded their character descriptions and created my own. Like for some reason I thought Pansy had blond hair and pigtails?? And to this day I still imagine McGonagall looking like that secretary lady from Miraculous Ladybug. Dumbledore was just Gandalf. Don’t get me started on Lupin. My heart genuinely broke seeing what he actually looked like. Idk just a penny for your thoughts?

Growing up, I never imagined Harry as half Indian or Hermione as black, but I'm absolutely besotted with the headcanons and totally embrace it. Harry and Hermione's skin colours were never really specified in the books, so the world's your oyster 🤷‍♀️

Also, I was born in 2004, so 3 out of 8 movies had been released, and I had the film cast to consider in my tiny, pre-adolescent brain. Like you said, though, the movie portrayals were never quite... up to scratch. Hermione’s hair was never bushy enough, the Marauders were too old, Harry didn't have green eyes, etc etc...

Jason Isaacs as Luscious Lucius though?

✨️Perfection✨️

[greeninkredletters]

Artwork by the amazingly talented, @boopsy

✨Introducing my latest long fic (yes, it will be over 70k words) and submission to the @hp-cry-me-a-river fest... ✨

IN THE LIBRARY WHERE HE KEPT HER

Draco wallows in the sudden passing of his wife Hermione Granger. By charming her favorite books, he's able to live vicariously watching their memories while succumbing to his grief. It will be up to him, the persistence of his friends, and the legacy of Hermione's love whether or not Draco chooses to continue living in the past, or to shut the doors of the library for good. Told through a combination of flashbacks and present-day scenes.

I've been working on this for months, I can't believe I'm finally posting about it...

➡️Updates Every Thursday

[just2bubbly]

ok hear me out, 'The Black Dog' is wolfstar coded and not just because of the literal connection with Sirius Black and his animagus but in general. The Dog is very obviously Sirius and the way she goes on building the first verse of long lost friendship and relationship- "I am someone who until recent events shared your secrets with" and that's easy to tell Sirius and Remus were one half of the Marauders and they were friends, lovers and obviously shared everything with each other. The location is the Marauder's Map and it could possibly be a memory that Sirius can't get out of his head while being in Azkaban that relates closely with Remus who is having the same flashback but at a bar or in a deep emotional capacity when he sees a black dog that reminds him of Siri. "She's too young to know this song" is Tonks (no offence to her but ye) the age gap is there, she was there when Sirius was alive and it was a visual representation of Remus choosing her above him. When Remus steals glances at Sirius when he thinks no one is seeing for 'old habits die screaming' and now he doesn't know what to do with this for he feels Sirius is too lost in despair. Post Azkaban Sirius is "moving through the world heartbroken" and with desires of having a friend in Remus if not a lover. "And it kills me, I don't understand"— is very clearly the chaotic mess inside Siri's head as he takes over his life after 13 years of imprisonment. "Now I wanna sell my house, and set fire to all my clothes," is perhaps the disdain with Grimmauld Palace and his past that he tried so hard to escape haunting him like a full circle. "This tail between your legs, you're leaving" is again his untimely death, too soon and a life too short with great regrets and glorious moments.

You can't tell me this song isn't about Sirius Black

[karinagiada]

Everything is more complete with wisterias ✨

[slyterinthings]

Hufflepuff: *accidentally sets the house on fire* : Oops :3

Slytherin: *visibly in love*: fucker.

[ashdreams2023]

Hi again! I absolutely loveeeeed the Draco Malfoy smut. I kept reading it again and again.

I was wondering if you could make another?

I was thinking of wedding night smut 👀 since I haven’t encountered something about that yet

Alright finally got to this one

Draco Malfoy x fem reader

TW: NSFW 18+

Wedding night

Draco sighed then looked back at the house elves cleaning down the venue you two just held in the house.

It was only family and friends, no extended relatives or unwanted classmates.

"Are you gonna stand there all night or come help your wife out of this puffy mess of a dress" you called out for him from where you stood beside the bed.

Draco chuckled and closed the curtains.

He took his sweet time walking up to you, you looked enchanting in your dress, but it was time to appreciate withs beneath it.

His hands sat comfortably on your hips, his lips kissed yours gently, holding back his hunger for you.

Draco’s hands turned you around, he pulled down on the zipper in the back, your dress fell effortlessly off your shoulders and your entire body was exposed to him.

"No undergarments I see" he mused warping his arms around you and pulling you to be prepared to his body, with one hand warped around your breast and the other holding you by the waist.

"I don’t need them…not tonight at least" you mumbled moving your head to the side to expose your neck to him.

He kissed your soft skin, like a vampire getting ready to feast upon his new victim, tormenting them just enough before lavishing on their blood.

You moaned when his wandering hand touched your core, spreading your lips with his fingers and moving in circled motions.

"Always thinking ahead, one of the many reasons why i married you" he breathed against your neck, sucking on a sweet spot of yours.

Your body reacted by pressing your behind to his clothed crotch, you can feel how hard he is underneath the pieces of fabric.

He groaned and squeezed your breast, assaulting your hard nipples and twisting one between his fingers.

"So…impatient"

"Take…your clothes off…" you breathed, you pushed away from him, as dreadful the feeling of his hands not touching it was only fair, you’re not done conman prostitute and you will not be treated as such.

Draco swallowed as you laid on the bed, the same bed he had jerked off on god knows how many times, fantasizing about having his way with you.

Piece by peace he took off his suit, using magic would’ve been easier but the rush that comes from the wait was addicting and the way your lustful eyes followed his every move drove him mad. 

You bit your lip as he climbed on top of you, he kissed you hungrily, as if you were his last supper, his only and last desirable he had before leaving this earth.

It made your body set on fire, your hands warped around his neck and pressed your chest against his, fire on fire it felt.

Your opened your mouth a little more so he can slide his tongue, his lips were soft as ever, just like many times you’ve kissed him before but tonight he didn’t hold back.

"Fuck me" you gasped when he broke the kiss for air, his pale blue eyes hid behind his locks of messy blond locks, a look you only get to see in private.

"Whatever you say, my beautiful wife" he smirked.

You licked your bottom lip "I like the sound of that"

He chuckled before lifting both your legs and warping around his waist, he licked his twin fingers and pressed them down on quivering core, you were wet already.

Fingers pushed inside of you.

You took a deep breath, your chest rose up and your back arched with need for more.

His finger moved upwards, just for a split second you swore you can just get off on his elegant fingers then he pulled out and angled his cock towards your hole and slid right in.

You moaned loudly, who cares who can hear you, your husband was taking care of you and that’s all it matter at the moment.

Draco move his hips back and forth groaning in pleasure, he gripped your wrists and pinned you down as he bounded into you.

Your breath hitched with each slam, his eyes looked at you with intensely, devouring you both physically and mentally.

"Fuck…you feel so good around my cock" he moaned throwing his head back and changing his speed.

"I’m so…close" you clenched your fists as you felt the orgasm coming in.

"Cum for me…let me see you cum on my cock, come on, it’s all yours" he fastened his movement again, rilling you up and speeding your release.

You screamed as you came on his cock, you body shook as it ride onto your every nerve.

Draco kept moving side of you with a look of absolute bliss, he warped his arms around you and fucked his way to his own orgasm.

Both of you laid breathless afterwards, lips puffy and knowing that by the next morning you’ll be sore in the hip and sleeping in till the afternoon.

The sheets magically changed underneath you and you could feel the remaining mess between your legs has disappeared.

"I can’t believe you charmed the bed to do that…"

"I’m always prepared" he sighed and pulled you close to him, he needed a few before you both can clean up properly later and maybe even have a second round in their huge private bathroom.

You laid your head on his chest, letting his heartbeat calm yours.

"I love you" he said.

"I love you too" you replied.

[irenicstars]

hozier is the goat

truer words were never spoken ✊

[thatslytherinbitch54]

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[nightingale2004]

My Harry Potter fans. Did it ever occur to you to fancast Charlie Cox, aka Matt Murdock, aka Daredevil as Remus lupin

HAS THAT OCCURED TO ANYONE?!?!?!

LOOK AT THIS BIG BALL OF SUNSHINE AND TELL ME HE WOULDN'T BE A GOOD FANCAST FOR REMUS J. LUPIN!!!!!!!!!

[im-actually-a-certified-idiot]

there's something so beautiful about jily because i KNOW for a fact that they both came back from summer of fifth year as changed people.

James would've gotten a lot more serious; between the war getting worse and Sirius running away to his house, he would've realized that the world's not great right now and it would've definitely given him a wake up call. Bonus points if someone he knows died/got injured from a Death Eater attack. Anyway, he would've been a lot more mature by the time he started 6th year. To his friends, maybe he would've been the same James, because in their eyes, there was never anything wrong with him. But to other people, the change would've been evident.

Lily would've been a lot more horrified with herself, and very lonely. She lost her closest friend just a few months before, and it would've been taking a toll on her. Now that she's well aware of how nasty Snape was, she would realize the weight of his fascism and the upcoming war. Maybe it would be a lovely morning when she read the Daily Prophet about a Muggleborn getting murdered and realized, That could've been Severus murdering her, in a different life.

And I can just SEE them interacting neutrally, because neither has the time or the energy to think about the other. They're both so caught up with the wizarding war. Maybe, they'd be acquaintances by the end of sixth year.

Then comes seventh year, where they're appointed Head Boy and Head Girl, and THAT'S when the romance starts to happen. The blushing, the stuttering, the realization of oh shit, i'm in love.

For James, it would maybe be an afterthought, like okay. I'm in love with this girl, but I've got other things to focus on right now. But Lily would panic, try to fight it- but in the end, she can't help but love him. He fell first, she fell harder.

And then...well...the rest is canon :))