#harry potter ff

[mastermindmiko]

Request: Where reader is jealous of some girl who flirts ron. And ron and reader have passionate sex

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you don't mind, but I've left out the smutty parts because I feel uncomfortable writing them. Sorry it took so long.

Green eyed monster and green skin girl

Pairing: Ron Weasley + reader

word count: 1008

Summary: Lavender gets too close to your boyfriend

Warnings: jinxes, some sexual innuendos, y/n being kinda cruel, maybe some mistakes? noot proofread

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

Ron has always been a jealous person. Sometimes, it didn't even make sense why he was jealous. It had sprouted over years of insecurity and feeling like his brothers were better than him. I've always tried to reassure him and make sure that he felt loved.

What didn't make sense, though, was the fact that today, Ron wasn't jealous, I was. So when madame Sprout announced that Ron's partner was Lavender I was too busy fisting my pen in my palm and trying to ignore her obnoxious laughter than celebrating the fact that Neville was my partner which guaranteed me an O.

They were sitting in the seats a few feet in front of Neville and I, and after a few minutes, I couldn't resist the urge to glare at the back of Lavender's head.

Poor Neville was trying to explain something to me, but I couldn't help but fantasize about chopping off Lavender's long blonde hair or even better yet, setting her whole head on fire.

My blood was already boiling, but when Lavender let out a high-pitched giggle and decided to place her hands on my boyfriend's arm, I was seeing red. All I was thinking about was how after the lesson, I couldn't wait to give her a piece of my mind.

Suddenly, I didn't have to wait till the end of the lesson because her hair caught fire. She started screaming and shouting. There was chaos all around her, and I tried to ignore it as much as I could. I didn't know I was that angry.

"How could you do such a thing?" Hermione whispers, angrily from the chair behind me after madame Sprout poured water on Lavender's head, leaving her looking like a drowned rat. I shrug my shoulders and avoided her gaze, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please! Everyone here noticed the way you wanted to stab her." Hermione scolded, and I scoffed at her (very true) insinuation. I said, "I did not want to stab her."

"You did, too. I stopped explaining ten minutes ago." Neville pipped in from beside me. I rolled my eyes and huffed. I turned back to find that Lavender's hair was intact and after a quick drying spell, she looked normal again.

Lavender continued her antics and pressed on my boyfriend's bicep, no doubt telling him how fit he was. Ron flushes and awkwardly shifts away from her. He looks back at me to find me glaring at both of them.

Lavender looks back at where Ron's looking and notices me. Her face turns to disgust. She looks me up and down, then scoffs, and she looks back to the front. I growl and try to claw at her from behind my table while Neville holds me back. Neville says, "You can't go to Azkaban for murder!"

"You're right, Neville." I say while straightening out my uniform before sitting down in the stool again. I grab my pen and whisper, "There are too many witnesses here anyway."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" I reply, feigning innocence. Thankfully, the lesson is over in a few minutes. Neville and everyone else leaves the greenhouse. I wait, noticing how Lavender has my boyfriend cornered, talking to him about something idiotic.

Ron stops her mid sentence and rushes out of the greenhouse before she can catch him again. Lavender huffs and flips a bit of her hair over her shoulder. It was my moment, I slung my back over my shoulder, and as I walked towards her, I flick my wand to preform one of my favourite spells.

After it's done, I grin, satisfied. She's done packing when I reach her. I clear my throat and she looks at me. The give her a fake smile then say, "You should really know not to touch what isn't yours, especially since I know that you know that Ron isn't yours."

"What are you going to do if I don't?" Lavender replies with a hand on her hip. I smile, and head to the door, leaving the greenhouse, but not before replying, "You'll know."

Ron's waiting outside, fidgeting anxiously. I ignore him and walk a few steps towards the castle. Ron follows muttering, "I'm so sorry, I would never-"

"Relax, Ron. You were great, she, on the other hand...she'll get her punishment." I mutter the last part of my sentence. Ron looks confused. He asks, "What do you mean?"

A few laughs are heard and then a loud scream. I grin, knowing what happened. Ron looks back at the havoc that's occurring, and his eyes go wide. I can only imagine what he must be seeing, Lavender with green skin and hair. Ron looks back at me, eyes wide. Then, his face turns into what can only be described as incredibly smug.

"You're jealous." Ron says, and I look at him, mouth agape. I was, but no way I was telling him. I roll my eyes, but the blush on my cheeks betrays me. I huff, "You're insane."

"You're very jealous." Ron replies and lets out a chuckle at the end. I pout and start marching away from him. Ron wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest.

He presses his lips to mine and raises his hand to cradle my face. It's slow and passionate. I open my mouth, and he deepens the kiss. I feel butterflies in my stomach. He parts, voice significantly deeper, "You're very sexy when you're jealous, darling."

He trails his other hand and fidgets with the hem of my skirt. My eyes widen, and I look around to find no one noticing. Ron whispers into my ear, "How about...we go to my dorm, and I'll remind you how you're the only one for me."

He presses a long kiss to my lips again, but this time, it's filled with lust. A need grows inside me, and I can't help but let out a small moan when he pinches my waist. Ron doesn't waste any time taking us to his dorm.

a/n: I think you can guess what happens next. I hope this was good, its my first time writing a request, I hope I did it justice.

[redkitti]

Study Session

<7th year!Cedric Diggory X 6thyear!Reader >

tw: SMUT, bj, fingering, somnophilia, dubcon, age gap

Cedric Diggory, the hot topic of the school ever since the triwizard tournament. The huffelpuff was a talented one, extremely smart, always acing his subjects. Whereas I was never really good at studying and was just one of his fangirls who he never seemed to bat an eye to. Obviously THE cedric diggory would never get with me.

I was in the hufflepuff common room, racking my brains out on studying for our charms quiz tomorrow. I really needed to ace this one or I wouldn’t hear the end of it from Professor Flitwick. I was so emmersed in the book that I didn’t take notice of the people around me.

“Hey darling.” Somebody whispered in my ear, startling me. I quickly turned around to see who it was. THE cedric diggory.

I gasped and put a hand over my mouth.

“Easy” he chuckled “I didn’t mean to startle you haha. do you want some help with that.”

I blinked cluelessly at him, still half in shock that cedric was talking to me.

“Charms, would you like me to tutor you?”

“OMG, y-yes, u-uh if its no trouble for you that is.”

“Of course not.” His smile was so sweet and charming, anyone would have fallen in love with him.

-Time Skip-

It was all really awkward at first but I warmed up to him after a while and after all that studying, I was getting really sleepy.

Soon, the common room grew quiet and it was just left with me and diggory. Books were sprawled out on the bed, Cedric was sitting down back leaning on the sofa. While I was laid down next to him. My eyelids felt heavy and a couple of blinks later I fell asleep.

CEDRIC POV

As I heard the book fall onto the bed, I noticed y/n fell asleep. She has caught my attention for sometime now, the cutest 6th year in hufflepuff. I had wanted her for so long.

She was wearing a grey skirt and white button up top which was button down low, a tie hung loosely around her neck. Oh how cute she looked. As she laid down, her plump ass in view just for me, I could see her black lace panties peeking from her skirt which slightly lifted up. Her boobs were peeking out from her shirt and they looked so round and juicy oh how I would love you shove my face in them and pinch those hard nipples.

Suddenly she shuffled herself onto my stomach, disrupting my thoughts. She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me. I put down my book slowly and peeked to see if she was asleep. Thankfully she was.

I caressed her waist, feeling blood rushing to my dick as her hot breath brushed against my lower stomach. I could feel my dick getting hard in my grey sweats. Soon a tent formed, her vanilla scent made it so hard to contain.

“Fuck it I can’t do this anymore” I thought to myself.

I palmed myself through my sweats slowly taking out my dick which was hard and ready to blow anytime. precum beading at the tip. I gave it a couple of strokes and slowly pulled on her chin, making her mouth open.

I put my dick into her mouth, hoping not to wake her.

When I felt the warmth of her mouth, I couldnt help but let out a low groan, cursing under my breath.

I slowly buck my hips, pumping my cock in and out of her mouth, the other hand slowly rubbing her clit.

I could feel her pussy getting so wet, soaking her panties quickly.

Suddenly, she let out a moan. The vibration rippled throughout my body, making me shiver with pleasure.

“Fuck darling, so good for me.”

Y/Ns POV

I woke up to the feeling of my mouth full and as I slowly open my eyes I could see cedrics hand rubbing me, his dick in my mouth.

It was so so so big.

“Ced-“ I muffled as his hands ruffled through my hair to push my face further down his cock.

“Oh yea, so innocent for me yea darling?”

“Use your tongue babe.”

I swirled my tongue on his tip, He let out a loud moan, hands gripping my hair harder, sending a tingle in my pussy.

“Yes y/n, so good for me, suck daddy off well.”

I got up and took it all into my mouth, I could feel his tip hit the back of my throat again and again as he face fucked me.

“mm, mmm”

He pushed my panties aside and rubbed circles around my hole. My hips bucked as I tried to get him to push it in. Oh how I needed him in my right now.

“So wet for me yea? Bet you thought about fucking me too huh? acting all innocent when you’re just a slut.”

Without a warning he pushed two fingers inside me, his fingers were long and slender. He pumped it in and out, curling it inside me making me lose control. I squeezed my walls on his fingers, trying to hold my orgasm but to no avail.

“So tight. Oh I’m gonna cum.”

White ropes of cum filled my mouth. He pulled me up to sit down

“Be a good girl and swallow darling.”

And so I did. His thumb raised to my mouth, wiping the excess that dripped from my mouth.

“Oh you’re so pretty.” He patted my head and chuckled as I looked at him.

“Lets get you up to your room now shall we?”

I nodded.

He put my cum stained panties back in place and dressed himself. Carrying my books he walked me to my room.

“Y/N are you a virgin?”

“Yea”

He walked closer to me pressing me against the walls of the stairs.

“Lets have more fun next time yea” He caressed my cheeks, his plush lips placing a kiss on my lips.

I looked down shyly, my cheeks flushing red hearing his words.

“Goodnight.”

[dracowars]

Hi can I request a Harry Potter x Gryffindor reader where they’re actually the best of friends and she has liked him for years but she lost hope because it’s like he never sees her y’know? so when Harry starts to pursue Cho ( or someone else it’s up to you) , she decided that it’s time for her to move on but when Harry saw her getting close to someone else he just got really jealous and confess that he actually like her too, he just doesn’t want to ruin their friendship if it doesn’t work out? thanks!

i would | harry potter

pairing: harry x gryffindor!reader, harry x cho, neville x reader (platonic)

word count: 1,8k

summary: where harry is in love with y/n but doesn't want to destroy their friendship

a/n: all of my exams are finally over and i already know some of the results (i passed!!) i can't wait to get back into writing, hope you enjoy what i came up with here <3

warnings: angst, cursing

universe: harry potter

A sharp pain shoots through your heart at the words you just heard, but you immediately cover it up by forcing a smile onto your lips. But the way Harry looks at her in that moment, the way he admires her while she has the happiest expression on her face, makes it really difficult for you to pull yourself together.

Harry and you have been best friends ever since your first year in Hogwarts. You were always by each other's side, never leaving the other alone, supporting each other whenever you could. But being this close over several years turned your feelings into something that you should definitely not feel towards your supposedly best friend. You never wanted to admit it but you had to accept the truth. That is, that you are terribly in love with Harry Potter.

And Harry Potter is terribly in love with Cho Chang, the girl he just asked out on a date right in front of you.

This is his moment and you should not be the one to destroy it, especially not because you have some unaddressed and hidden feelings for your best friend. But it takes all of your strength to not intervene in their conversation, trying to support your friend by staying back.

You knew that this moment would come someday. That he would move on. That you would not have confessed your feelings and he would fall in love with another girl, leaving you behind with feelings you should not feel. Cho Chang seems to be this very lucky girl and by what you can observe, she is definitely head over heels for Harry.

And since you have lost all hope - he never saw you in that light anyway - you decide to be happy for him. If someone in this goddamn world deserves to be happy, it is Harry.

But you also know that you need to take care of yourself and need to sort out your feelings in order to finally let him go. So that you are finally able to move on. Without him by your side.

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The door of the greenhouse falls close behind you while you are greeted with the fresh but cold air of another wintery day. The landscape is burried beneath a white blanket, small snowflakes falling from the clouds above you. You take a moment to look up into the sky, the sun peeking through the clouds, warming your skin.

Closing your eyes, you sigh deeply at the pictures that appear in front of you. How Harry and Cho sit in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop in Hogsmeade, laughing and joking with each other while you stand across the street, watching them through the window.

Pulling your scarf tighter around your neck, you shake off the painful memories and take a few steps towards the castle when you feel a presence nearby, stopping you in your tracks. The next second, Harry stands in front of you, coming from within the building as it appears.

"I was searching for you everywhere!", Harry exclaims, giving you a small and awkward hug as a greeting. The smile he gives you melts your heart but it only takes a few moments until it suddenly vanishes from his lips, his dull eyes meeting yours after realizing where you were coming from. "So, you were with Neville again?"

His question throws you off. You were expecting him to tell you all about Cho and how wonderful and beautiful and just over all amazing she is. But here he is, asking you about Neville Longbottom.

"Yes, we had to finish some work for Professor Sprout and we work faster together", you answer his question truthfully, looking at him to observe any kind of reaction, even though you are not even sure what you wish to see.

"You are.. spending a lot of time with him recently", Harry says, almost whispering, as he puts on a smile that is clearly not real and would maybe fool some people, but most definitely not his best friend.

"I am. We get along really well, I like Neville", you reply, shrugging as you are not entirely sure where this conversation is going. Harry is behaving really really weird but you can't put your finger on it. At the end of your sentence, you notice how his eyes widen for a moment before he apparently regains his posture, clearing his throat.

"Where is Cho anyway?", you beat him to saying the next words, looking at him expectantly. What you did not expect, however, is for his whole body to suddenly slump together, his eyes dripping with sadness.

"It's over. Me and her, it didn't work", Harry utters under his breath, avoiding eye contact with you as he pinches the skin on his fingers.

"W-What? But you.. you looked so happy around her. God, I'm so sorry to hear that Harry", you say quietly, genuinely feeling bad for him. You are actually shocked. After seeing them together, always all over each other, you thought they would get married one day. They seemed so into each other and whenever you saw them, it felt like they were inseparable, adored the other the most. Harry did, that you know, but right now you are not so sure if Cho actually ever felt the same way he did.

"It's fine. It's not your fault, we are just not meant for each other apparently", Harry mentions and it makes you think that he is not really believing his own words. He seems genuinely heartbroken and overall sad. And you hate yourself for feeling that small inkling of hope inside of you, realizing that what you feel for him is not yet completely doomed. However, you want to slap yourself for thinking about this when Harry is obviously feeling miserable and needs his best friend to cheer him up, not his best friend who has hidden feelings for him that he does not know about.

"I- I don't even know what to say, Harry. Are you alright?", you ask, immediately regretting your question. Of course he is not alright after the love of his life rejected him.

"I'm just a bit.. confused. I thought everything was going well between us and then she says these things about me not being genuine about my feelings and then she goes on, saying I'm only ever talking about you and I don't even know what she means by that. Of course I talk about you a lot, you are my best friend, right? Why would I not talk about you?", Harry bursts out, all the emotions flowing out of him and into his words. However, you are not sure if you heard him correctly. "And-"

"Wait, wait. She said you are talking about me too much?", you ask, a bit irritated as well while you cannot ignore the butterflies fluttering inside your stomach at these words. He is constantly talking about you. Harry, the boy you love unconditionally, talks about you. And according to Cho Chang, he does that a lot. It takes a moment for you to realize that he is obviously only talking about you on a platonic basis, as his best friend and not his lover.

"Yeah. Is that.. wrong?", Harry asks you back, a questioning look on his face as his eyes switch between yours in search of an answer.

"N-No. I mean, Neville and I talked about you as well just now. But is Cho really that jealous of me?", you let out a small laugh, not really meaning it. But when Harry does not laugh with you, you immediately stop. "She is not, right?"

"Well, I don't really know what to think anymore. She said I'm not genuine about my true feelings because she feels like I'm in love with you, according to how often I talk about you or the way I apparently look at you", he answers, a clear uncertainty in his voice that he tries to hide nevertheless.

It is in that moment that you know that Cho is right. Harry does talk to you and about you a lot, probably not like other best friends do. He certainly does not talk about Hermione this often. And the way he looks at you is different from how he looks at Cho, but you always thought it was because she is the one. Not because you may be the one who is receiving all his affection.

"Y/N? Did I say something wrong?", Harry pulls you out of your thoughts after you zoomed out, trying to collect and order your thoughts. No, it can't be. Cho can't be right about his feelings. Or can she?

"Is it true?", is all you can ask. "What she said, is it true?"

"What? Y/N, are you-"

"I need to know, Harry. I haven't realized it before but now that you say it.. Isn't there the small possibility of her being correct?" You do not even know where all of this is coming from all of a sudden, but this feeling of hope inside of you takes full control over you and you cannot even stop the words from coming out.

"I- I don't know what you want me to say", Harry exclaims, desperation lacing his words. "I didn't think about her words too much. I thought she only searched for a reason to end things.. You are my best friend, Y/N. I can't-"

"Would that be so bad? Would it be so bad if we actually could?", you ask, directly looking at him. You said it and now you cannot take back your words. You just kind of displayed your feelings for your best friend out in the open and now he has all the power over you.

"Y/N.. I don't.. What about our friendship?", Harry says and this is all it takes for you to take the last and final step.

"So you would?"

"I- Of course I would! But we are best friends since first year, Y/N. I don't want to destroy everything we built up, everything we accomplished so far. You know, I think I always felt more for you than friends should but I- I can't let this come between us. I don't want it to come between-"

When your lips touch his in a soft kiss, he finally shuts up after confessing his feelings for you and the kiss is all it takes for all the worries and bad thoughts to disappear. There is only him and you, finally together. Harry slowly deepens the kiss and if you would not know better, you would think his life depends on it. The way he looks at you after breaking the kiss makes your knees weak.

"I would, too", you say, connecting your lips once more.

[l-lenny]

Dumb Krum! … I love you too

Viktor Krum x Malfoy!Fem!reader, Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Fem!reader

Part 1/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

TW: cursing, mention of fighting parents

Malfoy reader, Durmstrang, no voldy au, fictional wizards names (side characters)

AN: this is longer then I expected but be prepared for next pt

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“No! This is final they will go-“ boomed masculine voice before being interrupted by high pitched yell. “LUCIUS!” The man in question was furious. “Narcissa don’t you dare-“ your mother started crying. “Luci, please let at least one be close to me.” She foolishly hoped that she could persuade her husband. If she convinces him once maybe she will twice. You were aware of the whole situation. They have been arguing about this whole education thing for months. You were soon to be turned 11 and your Hogwarts letter came two days ago. However your father wanted you to go to Durmstrang. It wasn’t that common to have girls attending, but it was not an oddity and single incident either. Doing your research you learned that only 2 girls would be attending while you will be at school and both of them were much older than you. You knew that your mother wanted both of you to attend Hogwarts, but father was dead set on Durmstrang. You heard footsteps behind you and when you turned around you saw your little brother. Teary eyed and with messy hair. He was 7 and much more softer than his big sister. “Why are mum and dad fighting?” He whispered, tears spilling. You hugged him. He didn’t have to hear all of this. The empty hallway not helpful for your words of encouragement “don’t worry I will fix it” your brother hugged you back and yawned. It was by far past his bed time. You took him back to his room and put him to sleep, singing a lullaby. After he was sound asleep you went back to the hallway to hear your parents still arguing. Narcissa was crying and Lucius was fuming. After taking deep breath you knocked on the door to father’s study. Your parents stopped their “talk” and opened the door angrily. “Didn’t you went to sleep?!” Your father said rather strictly. “I couldn’t sleep and by chance I heard you two, so if I may add my opinion to this: I would go to Durmstrang under one condition.”

And that’s how you ended up in the small castle on north. You were cold from the harsh weather and environment. When you arrived via floo power to your new school you have been greeted by cold stares. You did your research on how things are done around here so you practiced in front of mirror your speeches to every possible scenario. You straighten your shoulders and went straight to great hall, where many students were gathered. Students were sitting around round tables and were chatting. You immediately noticed that there have been almost no girls. You were expecting that, but it is still kinda disappointing. Principal Karkaroff took your attention. He spoke in heavy accent. “New students!” Trying to make an impression of strong and powerful man. Everyone was silent in that instance. “You shall train your hardest! You will be excelling in many ways and techniques. If not, you will be punished.” then he clapped his hands once and everyone started talking again. Was this your que to go and eat? You looked around. New attendees were as confused as you. Deciding to take action you marched to one of the tables full of students. One thing you reminded yourself was to stay strong. “Hey” you said as you sat down between two older boys. They could have been 16 or 17 if you could guess. “Oi! We have a brave one here! Sitting with your superiors” Said the one on your left. “Get lost twerp” said the one on your right showing his shoulder into yours. This might be just a test! You were feeling tired after long day and didn’t have patience for them. You took one breath before smiling at the boy “listen to me! I would highly suggest for you to shut your fucking mouth before I do it for you…permanently.” You shove him with your finger. “You are just a dumb loud mouth with no respect! And I don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour” you said lowly. “So shut up before I will shove my wand in your eye and your wand up your arse.” You grabbed plate and started eating. To be honest you were scared. Like scared so much you were almost shaking. Key word almost. “I like ya kid” he said after a while. His friends agreeing and started chatting with you.

His friends agreeing and started chatting with you. That was the best nerve-reliever. You heard from all of them that this is almost as a trial to see who is more suited for this school and for what group. You happened to chose the popular kids. After you took your first bite you noticed another kid across from you. He was same age as you. He looked at you and visible sparkle in his eyes. But not for long. Because the whole “trial thing” happened again. You just ate your meal, which was warm, still it looked disgusting but you were far too hungry to care. This was supposed to be some kind of shredded meat with mashed potatoes. After more chatting your stomach was full. That was when the boy on your left said “You two should head to dormitories and sleep” and when the young boy asked where to find them the older one replied with snarky “figure it out” you spun around. The only thing that popped in your mind was asserting dominance. You will not be showed around. “He asked you a question give him a proper answer.” You said. The tall boy towered above you. “And what are you gonna do about it? You don’t even know a single spell” you pull out your wand. It was pretty cherry wood with unicorn hair and ivy leaves. “Wanna bet ? I will avadakedavra your arse.” You pointed to him with your wand. “You are amazing kid!” He patted your head after a while. “Come with me.” He led you two in corridors and hallways pointing out every classroom and room. He was much nicer than before. “And here are the first years” he smirked. “Wasn’t so bad right?” You laughed. He patted your head again and took off. You looked at the young boy beside you. “Y/n, Y/n Malfoy” you outstretched your hand. The boy smirked “Viktor, Viktor Krum” he mimicked your introduction and shook your hand. The two of you made your way through the door to se a long hallway with many doors. On each door was a nameplate.

You found out that every room was shared. Two people in each one and one small shared bathroom. You prayed you got your room with a girl or alone. From the manor you were custom to having your own place and bathroom. And not going to lie it was big. But when you arrived at the end of the corridor and no other girl names were placed you were pleasantly surprised. You had your own room! The door beside yours read V. Krum and A. Landsprout. “Looks like we are neighbours!” you said to Viktor. “Oh! I vos not expecting a roommate” he said as he opened the door and found out his suitcase on one of the beds. You did the same. The only difference in your room: there was only one bed. You took a look around. A dresser on the right from the door, next to bed under a shelf. You stepped into the room further, taking in the pretty grey wallpaper. You looked at the table which was situated under a window opposite side of your bed. And in the end of the room there was a small bathroom. Decided to unpack you heard a soft knock on your door. “Come in” you said. You saw Viktor. “Can ve talk?” He asked. Straight forward, you liked that. “Sure” you smiled. Your smile brightened this dark place. “How did you know vot to do? You seemed so confident either. Almost like you have been here.” He sulked. You let out a laugh. Viktor felt embarrassment creeping to his cheeks. “I was shaking in my boots. Before I came here I practically rehearsed every single conversation and scenario I could think of. I also read a lot about the school and its traditions.” Viktor looked at you again. “So you practiced?” You nodded. “My parents vonted me to be more confident, to be someone …like you were today so they sent me here. And it’s also a tradition.“ he opened up. In whole 11years he never opened up that quickly to someone. “So do you think you could help me?”

You two become best friends in no time. Supporting each other in trouble, when you had hard time or even tutor each other. Sometimes the education process was hard and you cried to Viktors chest while he awkwardly patted your back. But you were doing this for your little brother, you reminded yourself. And you had Viktor and your older friends to support you. But Viktor was here for you as you were here for him every step of the way. The teaching style in Durmstrang was harsh. Often disciplined students by whipping spell or crucio. You were glad that you and your friends were rather smart, so you don’t have to see them in pain. You have to remind yourself time and time again that you are doing this for Draco. He would broke in your place.

One afternoon in December, right after class with your potions professor you catch up with Viktor. “Do you understand the formula?” You asked. “Oh yeah.” He chuckled. You pout and looked at him with puppy eyes. “Can you help me please?” You begged. “You know ve are not supposed to do that” Viktor was amused. You were excellent at charms but terrible at potions. Non the less he would help you, just like you would help him with charms and transfiguration. In most cases it was just his accent troubling him. You two met in your room and went over and over the formula. You were super worried about not doing it right. Although Viktor was excellent tutor he failed to teach you this. And in your next lesson with professor Grimdale you managed to mess up the potion. “Miss Malfoy! Care to remind me what was the correct formula?” You tried to remember, but due to your nerves acting up you simply couldn’t. Was this your first punishment? Right before Christmas? Oh no! “You are talentless! Hopeless potion maker!” He yelled. You were expecting to be strike with cruciatus spell, after all some other students were disciplined like that. Instead of the crucio came whipping. One whip strike for each of your hands, for making a mistake. You shut your eyes in pain trying so hard not to make a sound. Most of your classmates were punished more if they made a sound. You stood there bravely. “Remember correctly next time!” Professor said and continued the lesson. You were shaken and teary eyed. But you had reputation! Get it together Y/n! You can’t cry.

Few days after this incident you found yourself hugging your pillow and crying. Re-reading the letter your father sent. You were his favourite after deciding to go to Durmstrang, he praised you in his last letters how well you do in school. But this time. This time it was a strictly shaming letter.

“Daughter,

I am very disappointed in last letter I got from your potion professor! How can you mess simple potion? You are slacking. Focus on your studies. When you will go home for Christmas I will hire a tutor so you would not slack off! Don’t disappoint me more child!

Father”

Every ounce of stress putted on you came flowing out in the large tears you cried that night. Viktor, nor your friends knew about this. You were feeling lost for a moment. But soon you slept off most of the negative feelings.

Soon after the holidays came around and you were going back to manor. Floo powder in hand you said your last goodbye to your boys and with “Malfoy manor” you disappeared in green fire. When you came to your living room you looked at the dark place. Your coat reminding you about the change of scenery. After taking it off with another hundred layers of clothing you heard footsteps. “Y/n?” You saw Draco coming towards you and then he ran, body slammed straight into you. “Hey!” Quickly you greeted each other and then you went to find your parents. Staying at home over the holidays was harsh to say at least. Mother was still mad at you for going to school so far away. Father lectured you on basic and advanced things. Overworking you every day. And Draco? You noticed that he started to change. He was more spoiled in your eyes. The only thing that was making your stay bearable was letters from your boys. You started to feel like an outsider in your home. To be honest you were happy to go back to the Durmstrang institute again. There you have your best friend and group of friends. Your time at home was slowly coming to an end and your excitement grew. Finally the day came and you went back to school. You were ambitious witch. Trying to be top in every class. After your father’s lectures you aimed to be the best just to not go through them again. Getting good grades and being respected by many was on your agenda as well. By the end of the year you made your name shine very bright and be one of the more popular students. You had your friend group around to hang out with and some admirers to scare or prank. None the less eaven if the school was hard you liked it there. And as time passed by you were saying goodbye to your friends at the end of your first year. “Bye Vik!” You smiled. “Bye Artie! Bye Archie!” You waved and with a promise to go to visit each other you floo back to manor.

Spending summer with your friends was great! Your father actually liked the guys you hanged out with. Well what was there not to like. They were all pure-blooded and strong. One or two times he actually asked if you and Viktor are dating. You dismissed that and explained that you two are just friends. The most fun you had at Archie’s! His mother was strict, but very kind to you. She wanted a daughter, yet never had one. You won the lottery there. Archie was kinda butthurt about it at first but it became an inside joke. You went to trip with the guys. It was fun! Draco was disappointed that you were most of the time gone and actually started ignoring you. It still hurts but what can you do. Forcing someone to like you is pointless. After that summer your family kinda fell apart.

Near the end of the summer holidays you went to your father’s study, letter from Durmstrang in hand. You knocked on the door and waited. Lucius permitted for you to come in and you read the letter to him. “There is a letter from school! I need few new books for dark arts and charms. Can we get them later? If you have time of course” your father nodded and dismissed you. In the afternoon of the next day Lucius got home early from work to pick you up and to go shopping in Diagon alley. You also wanted to get a custom case on your broom. Your hands got always cold when you were flying. You brought nice knitted case around the holder and it was so nice and warm. After that you were headed to get books you needed. Your father was heading to look at some other stuff and left you some money. “Wait for me in front of the shop.” He instructed and left. You nodded and looked for the books. You got one and looked for the other. After a while you spotted the book you needed and got on your tippy toes to get it, but you were too short. “Need any help shortie?” Said someone behind you and grabbed your book handing it to you. You grabbed the book. Looking at mop of red hair. “For your information I am not short, the shelf is just too high.” The red head chuckled. “Sure, are you going to Hogwarts too?” You looked at the book you were holding and shook your head. “I am studying at Durmstrang!” You smiled. The boy before you looked completely shocked. Platinum hair, perfect posture and student of Durmstrang. He heard of you. His father actually talked about you with his mother. You were the oldest daughter of the Malfoys. Fred remembers the conversation clearly.

“How was your day?” Asked his mom. He and his twin brother by the stairs waiting to snatch some cookies. “Malfoy came today flourishing about his oldest daughter. What is her name again?” Molly chuckled “Y/n?” Arthur nods “yes and he wouldn’t shut up about the Durmstrang. Honestly it was tiring.” He says and Molly laughs.

“Anyway thank you for the-“ before Y/n even has time to properly thank him she heard the door of the shop spun open. And in storms your father. “Y/n-“ he turned towards you. Then his gaze was on the older Weasley twin. “Weasley? I believe you are in the way. My daughter is trying to buy some books. Not that you could.” He placed his cane on the redhead’s shoulder. “Father! He is not-“you started only to be interrupted. “Fred! Oh good afternoon Lucius.” Said another voice. You looked up to see older gentleman. Presumably father of the redheaded boy. “Afternoon Arthur” said your father. “Shopping for school I presume” Lucius smirked and looked at the older, second hand, books Arthur was holding “At least some of us can afford brand new books” Said your father taking you by the shoulders “do you have everything?” You nodded. “Then we shall part ways, see you at work.” Said your father harshly while tugging you towards cashier. You looked back to see the redhead boy and waved with sweet yet awkward smile. After you left and went home your father gave you a hard lesson. “Don’t associate yourself with wrong people. The whole family of Weasleys are blood traitors.” You looked confused. Father never had any issues with people you talked to. Was this really something that was so inappropriate? You paid no mind to it happy to have your books and ready to pack to Durmstrang.

On the other hand Freds interest was peaked. He was just being nice. Still a little confused you were a Malfoy he remembered your smile.

“Vik!” You greeted your friend lightly punching him on the shoulder. He did the same. “Hov vas the rest of your vacation?” He asked. You beamed. Seriously you were the only person in the entire Durmstrang institute to be happy and smily here. “It was fine, I am just happy to be back at school!” Viktor shook his head. “Comrades!” Cheered loud voice of Arthur. “Artie!” You high-fived him and you all went to you table. You looked at the first years and thought of your first time here. There were significantly less students this year. “Guys, do you have any ideas where Archie is?” You asked just to be interrupted by the principal. “Archie is still on vaccination in Russia” whispered Artie. You pretend to be shocked and listen to principal. The whole deal as last year was heard. You were honestly just eager to eat. “Yes!” You muttered and grabbed a plate full of food. Today was the Bulgarian speciality. You simply loved this food and Vik shared your opinion. You chatted and looked around to see none of the new students went here. The lessons, duels and flights on brooms made time pass by quickly. Vik was very good at flying lessons. You often joked to get the first autograph after he will become famous quidditch player. Everything was just right.

You saw Viktor grew in to the young gentleman. He also saw you matured into skilled and talented witch. You made yourself known for being perfect. From the way you looked to the way you acted. Perfect scores in your classes, great skills, powerful friends and nice looks. The pride of your year, truly. When you were at school you enjoyed every second of each day, if you didn’t have professor Grimdale that is. But none the less life at school was perfect. The cold place was very warm and welcoming if you had the right mindset and friend group. At home it wasn’t so great. You saw as your younger brother just grew more spoiled the longer you were gone. When Draco attended Hogwarts he was sorted into slytherin. As expected. He wrote to you from time to time. But it was bland, mostly out of the formality. You wrote back just to be polite and slowly started to part your ways. Your father was writing you every month after receiving monthly report card giving you his word of encouragement. Your mother was writing from time to time too. Mostly the how are yous and be careful. You never knew what happened. Your family just stopped working at some point. You shared most of your troubles with Viktor. And he was so understanding. You actually admired him very much. He had aspiring career ahead after the Bulgarian National Quidditch team saw him play. Viktor often played with them in preparation for the World Cup.

Sitting in your room, you in your chair, Vik on your bed you tutored him in transfiguration. “Yes you did it!” You said excitedly. Viktor nodded proudly. “Vith this I could pass to the delegation!” He said. You laughed“stop calling it delegation!” The boy in front of you just shrugged. “The triwizard tournament trip or vhat ever.” You stood up slapping his shoulder. “I hope I will make it there!” Viktor looked at you confused. “You are one of the most skilled vitches!” Hearing him say that was different then what other said this.

[starlitsilvereyes]

Love To Hate You | E | 1.9k

Written for @harryjamespotterweek's prompts: Size Kink, Scars, Sex Toys, & Hate Sex | Warnings/Tags: PWP, Hate Sex, Rough Sex, Size Kink, Sectumsempra Scars, Sex Toy (Anal plug), Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Blowjob, Rimming, Light Bondage, Edging, Choking

Thank you so much to my wonderful beta @intimatelyrearranged for looking over this &lt;3 <3

Summary/Excerpt: Sex with Potter was always rough. All claws and teeth – a hand wrapped around Draco’s neck, fingernails on Draco’s hips, and Potter’s filthy mouth panting against Draco’s ear.

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Sex with Potter was always rough. All claws and teeth – a hand wrapped around Draco’s neck, fingernails on Draco’s hips, and Potter’s filthy mouth panting against Draco’s ear.

“I fucking hate you, Draco.” 

Satisfaction bloomed within Draco at the frustrated expression plastered upon Potter’s face, knowing he’d been the very cause of it. 

~

They had been in the Ministry Gala not even an hour before, with Potter’s green eyes piercing through Draco from across the table. Draco made sure they’d been seated right across from each other, so he could slide his socked foot up Potter’s leg. 

Potter ignored him at first, but there was no mistaking the tightening of his fingers around his glass. He tried to close his legs a short moment after Draco settled his ankle against Potter’s knee, but Draco thought quicker than him, sliding his foot right on Potter’s wool-clad crotch, trapping it between Potter’s thighs. 

“The wine is exquisite, Minister,” Draco praised, licking his lips as Potter let out a soft gasp when Draco pressed his foot more firmly against Potter’s clothed cock. 

“I’m pleased to hear it suits your fine taste, Mister Malfoy.” Shacklebolt smiled proudly. “I hope you’ll be as delighted with our dinner. I especially picked out the most luxurious Jamaican dishes, and I plan on developing a trade of goods between my home country and Wizarding Britain this year.” 

“I’m sure the dinner will be just as ravishing,” Draco drawled, eyeing Potter before he made a show of closing his eyes in delight when the first dish was served in front of them. 

Draco settled his foot on Potter’s inner thigh for the entirety of their meal, brushing his heel against Potter whenever he spoke to someone else at the table. Potter tolerated it, until Draco dragged his foot along the length of Potter’s entire cock, now fully hard. 

Potter visibly jumped, earning him looks from almost everyone around the expansive dining table. 

“Alright, Harry?” asked Weasley, glancing suspiciously at Draco before turning his gaze back at Potter. 

“Yeah,” Potter said, breathless. “I just need some air. If you’ll excuse me.”

Potter left the table without another word, and Draco followed halfway through his meal, as to not be too suspicious. 

He found Potter outside, hidden behind the grand oak tree Draco was certain was older than the both of them combined, a cigarette between his lips as he leaned against the brick wall. 

“Took you long enough,” Potter spat, flicking off his fag and crushing it beneath his boot. 

Before Draco could come up with a snarky remark, Potter crossed the space between them, latching is hot, wet mouth against Draco. Out of habit, Draco slot his knee between Potter’s legs. 

But Potter seemed to have a different idea, backing Draco to the wall and snogging him senseless until Draco had to pull away to catch his breath.

“Potter–” 

Without another word, Potter flicked his hand, and a silk magically appeared around Draco’s wrists, tying them together and pinning them in place above his head.

Oh. 

“If you’re going to act like a cock-hungry whore, you’re going to get treated like one.” 

Draco barely had any time to grasp what was happening when Potter knelt before him, hurriedly unbuckled his belt, and pulled his trousers down along with his pants. He inhaled a sharp breath when the cool autumn air hit his cock. 

Potter made a show of mouthing at Draco’s tip, lapping around it like some – well, some cock-hungry whore, but Draco was too occupied with the velvety warmth of Potter’s mouth to make his point. 

“So big,” Potter moaned. “So fucking perfect for me. You like this, hm?” He took Draco even deeper, only pulling off to spit on his palm and wrap a first around the base of Draco’s cock. “You like my throat around your dick? Tell me you like it, Draco.” 

“I love your mouth,” Draco gasped when Potter started fucking Draco’s cock into his mouth hungrily, desperately. “I love it when you suck me off like you’re made for it, Harry.” 

They only called each other by their names whenever they fucked. It was not something they particularly agreed on, but neither of them had complained in the past six months, and Draco hadn’t exactly thought of calling Potter by his first name outside of their rendezvous. 

Potter’s eyes, lightning green and striking, stared through Draco as he opened his throat a bit more, taking Draco deeper than he’d ever taken him. Draco shut his eyes closed, eyebrows furrowing as Harry’s name fell from his lips. “Harry, god, don’t stop. Fuck – fuck --” Pleasure rose from the depths of him, his knees growing weak, mouth going slack, and fingernails digging through his own palms.

On the brink of Draco’s orgasm, Harry pulled off, and the pleasure stopped. 

Draco opened his eyes to find Potter wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, tucking Draco back into his pants and smirking devilishly as he rose from the ground. 

“Don’t like the taste of your own medicine?” Potter smirked. 

“Fuck you, Potter.” 

“With pleasure.” 

~

The Apparition to Potter’s flat made Draco dizzy, as though he just downed an entire bottle of whiskey. Upon trying to balance himself, he realised Potter didn’t even bother to untie his wrists. Draco shut his eyes and braced himself to fall face flat on Potter’s hardwood floor, but Potter wrapped a steady arm around his waist, unabashedly pressing his fucking crotch against Draco’s arse. 

“Bend over.” Potter’s breath was hot against Draco’s ear. 

“What?” Draco asked, bewildered. “Right here?” 

Without another word, Potter vanished both of their clothes with a flick of his wand. Draco shivered, gooseflesh rising on his skin as Potter’s magic wrapped around him like an intoxicating curse.

Potter placed a firm palm on the back of Draco’s neck, guiding him to the red velvet couch and bending him over. 

“Draco –” 

Draco smirked, cheek against the cushion as he looked back at Potter smugly. He arched his back even more, relishing the surprise on Potter’s face as he eyed the plug nestled into Draco’s hole. 

“Draco,” Potter sighed. He reached for the base of the plug, pressing a firm finger against it and pushing it back. Draco closed his eyes, breath hitching as pleasure jolted within him. He knew there was no other way to end this night than to fuck Harry – or rather, be fucked by Harry, so Draco got himself ready earlier that evening by fucking himself with his fingers at the thought of Harry. Both for the intent of preparation and because he knew Harry would like it. 

“Fuck me, Harry,” Draco panted. 

Harry was already hard, pre-come glazing the tip of his pink cock. He pumped himself a few times, gaze never leaving the sight of the plug in Draco’s arse. Draco’s mouth watered at the sight. He wanted Harry to fuck him now, the desperation nearly all-consuming.

But Harry had different plans. He pinched the base of the plug between two fingers, pulling at it before letting go with only the tip in, and letting Draco’s body pull it back. 

“Oh.” The protest was at the tip of Draco’s mouth, but pleasure and want only kept building up within him. So, he resorted submitting rather than complaining. “Oh, Harry.” 

“Yeah?” Harry hummed, fucking the plug slowly into Draco. “You like that?”

Draco closed his eyes, mouth going slack as he tilted his hips higher. He could come like this – untouched, only by the mercy of his plug and Harry’s fingers. “Hmmpphhh – Harry, fuck, fuck, fuck —” He was close again, cock sensitive from rubbing against the velvet couch. He thrashed under Harry, whimpers falling from his lips like a whispered prayer, a promise, a curse – begging for Harry to let him come. 

Without warning, Harry pulled the plug from Draco’s arse. Draco gasped. He could feel himself gaping and dripping from the lube, his hole desperate to be fucked. 

Harry shifted above him, dipping the cushion with his weight. Draco braced himself to be filled by Harry’s cock, but something wet, hotter, and softer pressed against his hole.

The moan that spilled from Draco’s mouth would’ve embarrassed him if it weren’t for the scorching pleasure soaring through him like lightning blazing through a sky. Harry’s mouth kissed Draco’s hole, tongue prodding at it like Draco was something to devour. 

Draco had never come from rimming before. No doubt, it was pleasurable to him, and it aroused him to the point of neediness, but he never found it to push him over the edge. It was a pleasure that crossed the line but not quite enough to finish him off. 

Until the moment Harry inserted a single finger alongside his tongue, pumping slowly until he was knuckle deep. Draco wanted to cry from it. He was certain he’d do anything just to come – he’d live and die and go to the ends of the earth if it meant Harry made him come by his tongue and finger. There wasn’t anything Draco wanted more. 

But like all the pleasure brought by Harry tonight, he pulled away, leaving Draco panting, desperate, wanting, on the verge of madness from it all. 

Draco was limp and boneless, sedated by being brought to the edge, as he let Harry turn him over to his back. 

“Fuck you, Potter,” he said weakly. 

“I fucking hate you, Draco,” Harry said. Both of them knew it didn’t matter if they hated each other or not – not when Harry was finally pushing inside Draco with a punched out gasp. 

The tension coiled within Draco like a whirlwind brewing through a thunderstorm. A tear rolled down his cheekbone when Harry’s cock slid inside of him, overwhelming relief rushing through him. Harry started moving, slowly and earnestly at first, like Draco was delicate and untouched. Like he was someone in need of softness. 

Sex with Potter was always rough. All claws and teeth – a hand wrapped around Draco’s neck, fingernails on Draco’s hips, and Potter’s filthy mouth panting against Draco’s ear. 

But sex with Harry – his Harry, was always gentle. Soft lips mouthing at the intricacy of Draco’s silver scars; calloused palms caressing the expanse of Draco’s body; lightning green eyes rolling back from pleasure. 

Draco didn’t know who he wanted more. But he’d always been a selfish man, unashamedly so. He decided he wanted to have them both. 

With what was left of his strength, he hiked both of his legs up and settled them atop Harry’s broad shoulders. Harry opened his eyes, mouth slightly agape in surprise as Draco gazed up at him in challenge. 

“Fuck me like you hate me, Potter,” he said through clenched teeth. 

Harry let out a breath, eyes darkening as he held Draco’s calves on his shoulders, hips pistolling into Draco like he was being paid for it. He fucked and fucked until Draco was reduced into aching hunger, his mouth only ever knowing how to moan Harry’s name. 

Above Draco, Harry was a powerful storm blazing through his violent desire. He was anger and rage and fire bursting into flames – a feverish desperation clinging to Draco’s bones. Draco wanted only to have him – all of him – both Potter and Harry. He thought he could die from it and live for it. He would kill for it. 

He opened his eyes just in time to marvel at Harry in all his orgasmic glory – mouth hung open and eyebrows furrowed as he pumped his hips harder and faster. Like he was desperate for this as much as Draco was. Like there was nothing he craved more than being inside Draco. 

It hit Draco when Harry opened his eyes in post-orgasmic haze, starlit emerald eyes telling more than words ever could. 

I hate you; I hate you; I love you. 

Draco came as he looked into Harry’s eyes, with Harry’s name falling from his lips like sinful and heavenly poetry all at once. 

[etherealacoustic]

Lifeless Eyes pt.3

Pairing - Wolfstar x daughter!OC, Fred Weasley x OC!

Summary - Nova Lupin-Black comes home for the Easter holidays and her parents are in for a shock.

Warnings - breakdown, depression and cursing.

Here is the final part of the small series, my first ever as well! Hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing this <33

Link for pt.1 here

Link for pt.2 here

And before she knew it, a pair of arms were wrapped carefully around her vulnerable frame.

Sirius held her close, pulling his daughter close against him as much as possible, wanting to hide her away safely from all of her demons.

"Shhh," he murmured and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

"Da," she sobbed, her hands tightening as she gripped his shirt. "I c- can't- 's too much- I can't do- I'm sorry-"

"Hush love," Remus whispered from her side and rubbed her back. "Let it out".

"Pa," she stuttered and lifted up her head to look at him and Remus had never felt his heart being broken like this before.

A huge amount of pain had struck his chest as he looked at her destroyed state. He himself was shaking and he could also feel his eyes starting to water.

Her eyes on the other hand were crimson red, puffy and all wet with the tears that continued flowing down. She was shattered, as though she really had enough of everything.

Remus swallowed down his own lump and cupped her face, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm right here," he said desperately and she fell right into his arms.

"I'm right here," he repeated and shut his eyes tightly, a lone tear slipping down at last as he hugged her.

Nova Lupin-Black cried.

She cried and cried and cried.

She cried till there were no more tears left to fall, she cried till her throat was sore, she cried till her eyes were a deep red and her face a mess, she cried till every broken piece inside of her was free of all the emotions that were kept bottled inside for too long.

Her body stopped trembling after a few minutes and she lifted her head from its place on Remus' shoulder.

She let a deep breath escape her lips as she wiped her face, feeling her heart lighten at the breakdown.

"Sit down," Sirius instructed softly and directed her towards the bed while also handing her a glass of water.

"Feeling better now?" Remus asked.

"Loads," she answered and sniffed. "My shoulders seemed to have lost half the weight".

The two just smiled at her, their faces the embodiment of gentleness and comfort. They glanced at each other and both had the same thoughts.

They sat in silence after that, both men in no way intending to pressure or rush her.

"Can- can I tell you everything?" Nova broke the quiet hesitatingly.

"Course you can, love," Sirius grinned, extremely glad at her decision.

"Take it at your own pace," Remus suggested. "Go slow if it gets too hard".

She nodded gratefully but was then stumped, "From where do I even start?" She laughed nervously.

"Anyhow you like it," they said in unison.

"Alright," she said and bit her lip before beginning. "Well I've been like this for the past 3-4 months at least. And I didn't know what was happening. One day everything just suddenly went dull, black and ugly. I was no longer happy, or enthusiastic or passionate about anything anymore. It took a lot of effort to even smile, you know? It was like my face was a statue, like my very heart had gone numb".

"Dolores Umbridge," she muttered suddenly and both of their eyes narrowed at the rather familiar name. "She's the main reason, Dad," she mumbled, addressing them both.

"That woman is horrible, vile, cruel, evil, monstrous and every other synonym there is left. She tortured everyone, Da!" She exclaimed with slight emotion.

Sirius didn't say anything but Remus noticed the way his jaw had tightened considerably.

"She- She still has us read all those useless textbooks that have nothing apart from ridiculously long theories and boring passages. We still don't do any practicals because she's afraid we're gonna start our own army or something. And she's turning a blind to Voldemort as well! Talking about Cedric that way-" her voice broke as she took a minute to collect herself.

Cedric Diggory. Her best friend, the type of brother she never had. The loving, handsome, funny, brave and pure Hufflepuff.

Her Ced, whose memory was tainted everyday by the woman's false statements.

Now the only thing Nova felt was anger, and both of her parents sensed it quickly.

"I tried Pa," she said honestly and looked at him, her grey eyes meeting his honey ones. "I really tried to be as quiet as possible and not let her taunts get to me. And I was good, seriously I was".

He nodded, knowing there was a huge but coming up. He wasn't angry at her of course, he knew she had tried.

"But you can't expect me to stay quiet when that bitch mentions you," she said through gritted teeth.

"She what?" Sirius asked sharply, his gaze an identical one to his daughter's.

"Yes she did!" Nova said, glad that someone was now on the same level of furious as her.

"What did she say?" Remus questioned, his mind once again filling with thoughts of self-hatred.

"I can't even say it for merlin's sake! She- she insulted you because of- because of your furry little problem. In front of the whole fucking class!" Nova seethed.

"She did not," Sirius now whispered in a deadly tone.

"She did, Da!" Niva riled him up even more, but the pair fell silent at Remus' warning look.

"What did you do?" He asked cautiously, not wanting her to be in trouble because of him.

"I defended you," she answered with an innocent smile that was failing to hide the satisfied smirk. "Respectfully".

"Sure you did," he scoffed but a smile spread across his face anyways at seeing Sirius high-five her and at the huge grin adorning her face now.

"I got detention, but it was worth it," she shrugged. "And don't you dare tell me off for that. Even if you do, it'll be all worthless as I'd do the entire thing again in a heartbeat," she warned.

"I won't say anything," he rolled his eyes playfully. "But you should've been careful".

"Godric do I feel so much better now that I've got everything off," she laughed .

She laughed.

The two men stared at her for a second before laughing out loud themselves.

"This was the main part, the rest was just stress, tension, pressure from the exams and studies," she added.

"Sure?"

"Sure," she nodded. "Hogwarts has really become a terrible place since that wretched thing has stepped foot inside. I don't even wanna go back," she mumbled.

"No problem!" Sirius said with a very obvious glint in his eyes. "We have a teacher at home, you'll be all set".

Remus shook his head as the two shared a wicked laugh. "As much as I would love to keep you here, darling, you have to go. Unfortunately".

Nova faked a pout and huffed dramatically before resigning to her fate. "Well, the force can't always be with me".

He chuckled and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, "What did she have you doing in detentions?"

Silence. And more silence.

Remus' smile faded as his eyes glanced between Nova and Sirius, who looked a bit anxious too.

"Love, what are you not telling us?" Sirius asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion and also anger at Umbridge.

"I- um- she had me doing lines," she answered, not fully honest but not lying either.

"And?" Remus prodded her, knowing there was something to add.

She sighed, her eyes wandering for a second before she slowly lifted up her sleeve and put forward her left hand.

All that followed her action was a deadly calmness, one that was so intense that she was sure there was going to be a murder happening soon.

Remus swallowed and his eyes pierced the swollen skin of his daughter's hand, his entire figure radiating anger.

"Always a monster, always a disgrace," Sirius read it out through gritted teeth. "She's etched these words, Nova!"

"She didn't do it by herself," Nova mumbled. "I was given a blood-quill, where you use your own blood to write and the words appear on your hand".

"That absolutely revolting and bloody maniac-" An endless stream of curses fell from his lips as he paced around the room.

"Pa?" Nova said cautiously.

Remus didn't say anything and just took her hand in his, his touch filled with every bit of gentleness that his eyes were failing to provide at the moment. He tapped the red skin with his wand and she hissed a little as he healed the deep cuts.

"It looks fresh," Sirius added as he sat down again and watched the wound being treated.

"Well I did have my last detention just a day before coming here".

"For how long?" Remus questioned.

"Almost a month now".

"Why didn't you send a letter?" Sirius muttered and was already planning different ways to commit a crime.

"She would've intercepted it and the result would be more detentions," Nova grumbled. "But it's okay though, I'm fine now".

"It's not okay!" Remus exclaimed. "It's not right to use these things on students. This is a form of torture for godric's sake!"

"I know, Pa," she nodded and spoke softly. "And believe me I would love nothing more than to beat the shit out of her, but it'll not only land me, but us all in trouble too. And it's not worth the risk".

"And where did that girl go who always quoted, 'What's life without a little risk?'" Sirius frowned, not at all liking this.

"I'm still the same, Da," Nova smiled. "But it's really not worth it".

"It bloody is, it's you who's on the line. It's worth every fucking risk," Remus scowled but he did understand.

"Yeah yeah whatever," she brushed it off and flopped onto his lap while keeping her legs in Sirius'.

"If you happen to get the news of Dolores Umbridge mysteriously turning bald, I didn't do anything," he said suddenly and the other two burst out laughing.

"You'll be the first to know," Nova grinned and poked his stomach.

The trio sat there till it was quite late. Just speaking randomly and enjoying each other's presence after being away for so long.

"I'll go get some water," Nova got up holding her stomach as she wiped tears of laughter from her eyes, the reason being Sirius' very bad joke.

She still had a smile on her face as she reached the kitchen and was met with her best friends.

"Hey boys," she greeted cheerfully and the two turned around unbelievably fast.

"Nov," George breathed out and his lips rugged upwards at seeing her back. He quickly went over and hugged her tightly, almost squeezing the life out of her.

She grinned and pulled away to see him pushing Fred towards her and then shooting them a wink before leaving the two alone.

"Hey Freddie," she whispered softly and snaked her arms around his neck as he pulled her close.

"Hullo love," he smiled giddily and wasted no time in pressing his lips to hers with double the passion.

He kissed her with every bit of emotion that was filling his heart, all for her. He kissed her as a sorry for not doing more, for not helping out more. He kissed her as a thank you for fighting the battle and coming out victorious. He kissed her lovingly, feeling his happiness rise upon seeing hers.

"Thank you," she said after they pulled away. Breathless and overwhelmed.

"Every time," he replied and pecked her cheek gently.

"And sorry too".

"I'll take that one as well".

The couple laughed like buffoons, being crazily drunk over each other that they were unable to form a meaningful sentence.

Fred gave her a beautiful smile and wrapped her in an embrace, "I love you".

Her lips twitched and she leaned her head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth and intimacy. "I love you too".

She then pulled back and gave him one last kiss before saying good night.

"Night," he whispered back and watched with a daze as she walked up the stairs.

Nova still had the red hue that had coated her cheeks during the kiss and as she entered her room, her parents were quick to spot it.

"Took you long enough to just get some water, eh?" Sirius teased and lifted his eyebrows while Remus smirked.

"Oh shut up," she grumbled and laughed despite herself as she finally settled on the bed.

"Of course," Remus smiled, one that wasn't sincere in any kind of way making her roll her eyes.

"Sleep now," Sirius said after toning down the teasing session and turning off the lights.

"Yeah," she answered, grabbing the blankets and closing her eyes.

"Love you, darling," said Remus.

"Tons and tons," completed Sirius.

"I love you 3000," she offered them a cheeky grin and wink before letting sleep take her.

The two men chuckled fondly at her antics, glad to have their little star once again. They looked at her adoringly before gazing at each other with the same amount of love.

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[astrologyx]

Golden era characters and their non sexual turn ons

WARNINGS: NONE, JUST CUSSING <3

Harry Potter

Well to be honest, Harry isn’t the most picky person when it comes to people he likes and is obviously more of a personality person. But, he especially likes bold people. People who stand up for themselves and say what they like. (at the appropriate time obviously) He used to never speak up for himself and seeing other people do it is genuinely attractive to him!

Ron Weasly

I think he really appreciate someone who laughs at all the jokes he makes. I think it’s because you laugh in general and you don’t realise that half of the things he says are said in a not funny way but you don’t judge him and think he’s funny. It really makes him less anxious or insecure seeing that someone finds him funny.

Hermione Granger

There is nothing that she likes more than an amazing listener. She thinks you’re so amazing because you listen to everything that she has to say even when she’s babbling on about something that she knows herself isn’t that important or shouldn’t be too concerning. She Especially enjoys it when she can talk about things that she enjoys without being judged by you

Draco malfoy

Competition. He fucking adores a lil bit of competition. something about someone trying to challenge him and either winning or losing and just being a little bit cocky about it honestly makes him attracted to them. Of course he doesn’t like losing, but if it’s to someone pretty that he doesn’t mind making them lose later on? Shouldn’t be an issue. there’s a big difference because he doesn’t like being defiled by being competed with? Perfect. 

Ginny Weasly

This might come off as a little bit shallow, but she definitely likes…sparkly things.  And by that I mean, new and shiny, popular people.  she is interested in the fact that everyone is interested in them, that people like them or find them friendly and interesting and funny so she likes a little bit of adventure and wants to find out more as to why people like you and takes is as a little ‘get to know’ challenge! 

Fred Weasly

 Oh how this man, loves a funny person. He basically jokes all the fucking time, so having somebody tell me a joke around with him and make him laugh or that he can make laugh. Would definitely make him lean in more towards liking you. bonus points. If you don’t say the same shit over and over again, he likes things pretty new and interesting and exciting.!

George Weasly

He definitely has a type for the, quiet church mouse type. He thinks that they’re cute and he wants to find out more about them and always wondered as to why people can be so quiet and shy. So he makes it his sole purpose to find out more about them and get to know them and possibly try and get them to be a little bit more than a church mouse hehe.

Neville longbottom

He has a huge thing for Nerds. Oh my goodness transfiguration nerd? He loves it. Defence against the dark arts nerd? He loves it. Herbology nerd? He’s literally gonna fall in love with you. He likes to know that people actually care about their education and have interest in things and are able to teach people new things. He also likes to learn things from people personally, so being alone with you and learning things new? Seems like you guys will be together sooner ;)

Luna Lovegood

I think Luna just likes somebody who is super kind, and I mean super kind, because Luna isn’t the type of person to get back at somebody for things so being with someone who takes revenge gets angry very quickly wouldn’t be her forte.  People who love animals, people who are kind to ghosts people who help others, just generally nice people, and then you got Luna wrapped around your finger.

Cedric Diggory

I think he’s really into organised and kind people.  People who know that they have to do their athletics and also have to do their homework and study for the test and are able to balance everything altogether all the time. He just thinks it’s amazing and he really appreciate someone who has so much stability in their life and definitely like to learn from people like that to.

[marauderswolf22]

Bitches be like: "oh yeah im very productive all the time" but they're also search 2 hours for a really rare fanfiction theme they suddenly have a craving for, and browse through thousands of weird au

Im bitches

[imsiriuslyreading]

helloooo i feel like your like THE person to go to for fic recommendations and i was wondering if you have any dorlene fic recs? anyways have a fabulous day and i also love love love your tiktok lives

hiya!

omg stop that's so nice?? I don't know if i deserve such an honour but you're VERY KIND.

dorlene are everything to me, i adore them so much. I HAVE NOT READ ENOUGH OF THEIR STORIES but anyone who knows me knows I keep a spreadsheet of everything I've read and everything i want to read.

(a certain 'friend' of mine made fun of me for this so i hope they see this and know how USEFUL MY DORKINESS ACTUALLY IS). ahem.

anyway, i've hit the archives of my google sheet for you and I've found these that are all on my hitlist:

hornylovesickmess by TheLovelyZee

honey honey by aeoneskova

the very first night by librideluna

state of grace by goldrushtv

hey dorcas by moonymoment

no strings attached by allthedeadgays

the hand that feeds by rollercoasterwords

I will keep on the lookout for anymore i find and post them here the minute i come across them. if you have any to rec then please send them my way!

have the loveliest day <3

xo

[tulipsandperfume]

Ink on Wrists || Harry Potter X F!Reader

Summary: You find out who your soulmate is on your 16th birthday. When the time comes, you have mixed bittersweet emotions. Malfoy!Reader

Genre: Soulmate au, fluff

Warnings: Slight swearing

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The world is as bizarre as it is fascinating.

How bizarre that from birth till death, the world orders that we find our "other half". How fascinating that we, who are made of celestial stars and galactic dust, obey it's command.

How bizarre that, although the world consistes of billions of beings, everyone finds their fated pair. How fascinating that, somehow, on one's 16th birthday, they would learn the name of their fated without fail. How bizarre. How fascinating.

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It was safe to say that the idea of soulmates irked me. I refuse to allow love to be belittled to a name on someone's wrist. Strange, huh? The word "love" rolling off a Malfoy's tongue in a positive light. Well, "love" is something that I hold great importance to and it's not going to be someone that I've been assigned to like a group project.

"Morning, 'Mione!" Another thing that separates me from the Malfoy name - having a close relationship with a "mudblood".

"Good morning, Y/N! How were your lessons this morning?" Hermione Granger had become one of my best friends after a Potions project back in first year. She was my escape from my uptight, "cold" Slytherin persona. In her presence, I was loud and rambunctious, a freedom I was never afforded as a Malfoy.

We spoke about the day's events, her most recent muggle book that she was reading, my 5 arguments with Draco and everything in between.

"Oh, I completely forgot. It's your 16th birthday soon. Excited to learn your soulmate's name?"

"Hermione, when have I ever wanted to know their name?" I grumbled at her remark. My birthday was getting frighteningly close and I wasn't one bit excited.

"Oh c'mon Y/N. I know you don't--"

"Hey, 'Mione! We've been looking for you everywhere." She was abruptly cut off by Ronald Weasley shrieking across the field. As he jogged closer, Harry Potter at his heels, his face adorned a heavy scorn. "And you're with Malfoy."

"What do you want, Ron?" She said, squeezing my hand.

Although I was quite close with Hermione, I was not at all close with the other two Golden Trio members. Harry Potter and I had been on good terms for a while before he abruptly decided he wanted nothing to do with me for whatever reason. Now, he mainly just ignored me and I ignored him. On the other hand, Ron disliked, no, despised me. I didn't understand why. My brother may have bullied him and his friends but I never spoke ill of him, not even in private. Yet, he hated me.

Weasley sneered at me before turning to Hermione.

"Me and Harry need help on some homework."

"Harry and I, Ron. Harry and I." Hermione sighed. "When's it due?"

Ron and Harry instantly looked towards one another, almost urging the other to speak.

"It's due tomorrow, isn't it?" Shaking her head, she grapped her bag and stood up.

Hermione looked so tired and stressed. After all, she had spent a good portion of the week perfecting her Charms homework and studying for the upcoming exams. Seeing her looking so grim sparked some determination in me.

"Um, I don't mind helping." They all whipped their heads towards me, wide-eyed and mouths agape.

"Y/N, you really don't have to."

"Yh, we don't need your help."

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Here I was, in the Griffindor Common Room, sat between Harry Potter and Hermione Granger working on Herbology. It was by far the most awkward experience. Hermione was trying her best to just get the work done, Harry was deathly silent and Ron was shooting snide remarks at me every few seconds. To say I regretted my offer was an understatement.

Not soon enough, we were done and I began packing my things before two determined idiots made their way towards me, Cheshire grins adorning both their faces.

"Where'd you think you're going, Malfoy?"

"To bed. How may I help you, Weasley?"

"It's far too early for bed, don't you think so George?"

"I do, Fred. Why doesn't Malfoy join us for a game before she gets going?"

I rolled my eyes at their shenanigans and tried sliding past them only to be pulled back. I lost my footing and braced for impact but the hard, cold ground never embraced me. Instead, I was whisked into the warmest arms, my head resting on a sturdy chest. I instantly pushed the person away and thanked them profusely.

"No worries." Harry coughed, his face burning red.

"Don't try running away, little mouse. Join us for a game of truth or dare." Ugh, those two were so annoying.

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So here I was, still in the Griffindor Common Room, playing truth or dare with people that I barely knew - some who looked ready to bite my head off.

The game went on for quite a while, some snogging here and there, before it was Ron's turn.

I wasn't paying much attention since I was here against my will and mostly likely would have remained day dreaming if Hermione wasn't next to me. Ron had picked dare which had ended up being "kiss the prettiest person in the room". Unfortunately, Hermione fancied Ron and even more unfortunately so, Ron didn't seem to reciprocate those feelings. So, Hermione was forced to watch as Ron made his way towards some Ravenclaw girl and the two locked lips.

Hermione looked devastated. Words didn't flow out of me like they did Hermione so all I could to provide her any comfort was to pull her in a little closer and hide her away from the scene. Stupid boys.

A few more dares later, it was my turn and when it was, everyone stared at me intensely.

"Y/N, truth or dare?" Asked George.

"Truth." A few people grumbled and rolled their eyes before Fred shut them up with his question.

"Your 16th birthday's the day after tomorrow. Who'd you hope your soulmate is?" He smirked at George, a mischievous twinkle glimmering in their eyes as I instantly blushed.

Those two were well aware about my slight crush on a certain someone. Just a small one. So small that I hadn't even informed Hermione of it. Nevertheless, the two used every opportunity to tease me about it after they had accidentally overheard me talking to myself. Now, because these two just loved seeing me blushing and mumbling, obviously embarrassed, I would have to out that small crush infront of strangers. Wonderful.

I spared a glance at Harry before reaching for the truth serum. He was redder than the Griffindor jumper that he adorned and kept adjusting the fabric around his wrist. Weird.

Just as I reached for the truth serum, a frightened first year came rushing in begging to see me.

"Miss Malfoy, um y-your brother is w-waiting outside." The poor boy looked ready to collapse but, great, I could get out of here and get out of embarrassing myself. I bid a quick farewell to everyone, grabbed my things and nearly ran out of there.

"What the hell were you doing in there?" Draco barked, a distinct frown on his face.

"Don't ask, please. I'm regretting life as is."

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The night came where shiny gold letters would be inscribed onto my wrist, telling me of my fate. I wanted to not care so badly and tried so hard to just sleep since everyone would be pestering me tomorrow. But, the harder I tried, the more I struggled to drift off.

I was just about to fall asleep when I felt a slight burn crawling down my arm. Guess it was time. I sat up and took a deep breath before setting my stare on my wrist.

Painstakingly slow, the letters began gliding onto my skin. H then A then R R and oh no, is this actually happening? When the final dazzling R was written, I was absolutely furious. That bloody cow had known this entire time that I was his soulmate and what had he done with that information? He ignored me.

Was I that undesirable to him? So undesirable that upon finding out it was me who he was going to be stuck with for the rest of this stupid life, he went out of his way to stay away from me. Well, fuck him. It's not like I wanted any of this either.

That night, I went to bed with a heavy heart and angry sorrow cascading down my face. Guess it wasn't a slight crush and I guess I did in fact care about who my soulmate was. Sorry 'Mione.

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"How can she be so pretty this early in the morning?"

"She's a Malfoy. What'd you expect?"

"It's her birthday today, right? Wonder who her soulmate is?"

"Probably some rich, pure-blood Slytherin."

"You seem to be the topic of conversation, once again. The perfect Malfoy." Draco sneered at Blaise's remark.

"She's anything but perfect. All these idiots know nothing. Anyway, you still haven't told me, who's your soulmate?"

"Do I need to?" Pushing my hair back, I sat down and reached for an apple. Everyone around me looked absolutely shocked, mortified even. Draco grabbed the apple from my hands and bit into it.

"Obviously. I told everyone mine so why would you not? Wait, don't tell me it's some ugly Griffindor?"

"No, it's not. Listen, I'll tell you guys. Just not yet." The entire table began moaning and pestering me. Pansy even tried to grab my wrist and wrip off the fabric covering it. Rolling my eyes at her antics, I got up and set out for my first class.

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For some reason, I saw more of Harry Potter than ever before. I saw him in the hallways on the way to classes, during some of my classes, during lunch and even in the library after lessons were over. That little rat was everywhere now. Each time we crossed paths, he would bore his eyes into my soul, almost provoking me to confront him and each time, I would glare at him, reminding him that this was his doing. If he wanted to say something, he'd have to come forward first. I too could play his bloody game.

After the day was over, all my friends had gathered outside for a small birthday party. It was more like a picnic if anything but I had an enjoyable time nonetheless. Firewhiskey had of course been snuck in and so, by the end of the night, everyone's faces were tinted red and pink. I hated the taste, thus stayed away from any drinking. Whilst everyone was eating and acting like idiots, I slipped away amid the chaos. I decided to go for a short walk to clear my head and forget all about Harry and soulmates and just focus on how pretty the night was.

I found a bench and sat down to admire the gorgeous moon and twinkling stars. Everything seemed so perfect up there. Beauty all around and the silent cacophony to lull you to slumber. What an easy life we had as galactic dust shimmering between planets and stars, and yet we forgoed such content for these dull adventures of misery and despair.

Just as I was beginning to nod off to the night's opera, a familiar scent invaded my senses and a familiar deep red colour made its way into view. Stood infront of me was Harry fucking Potter, hands playing with lose threads and eyes looking everywhere but at mine.

"Can I help you, Potter?" I spat, venom lacing every word. He finally looked at me and I couldn't help but think how absolutely gorgeous he looked with the moon's glimmer outlining his physique. Sucking in a breath, I looked over his messy hair, soft lips and sturdy chest, letting my eyes rest on his gentle blue ones. He looked ethereal. Wait, what was I thinking?

"Y/N, I know you're pissed right now but please just hear me out, ok?" He sucked in a breath, half-lidded eyes looking down at me with the softest expression. So this is what having a soulmate was like.

"Harry, look I really don't want to have to deal with your stupidity on my birthday. I get it, you didn't want me as ur soulmate--" Panicking, he tried to cut me off but I refused to falter. "What was her name, Cho? Cho Chang? I get that your into her and I'm not planning on you know, ruining that for you."

"Y/N, that's not--"

"Let me finish. I won't do anything but, whilst I hate to admit it, it was upsetting to basically be told that you don't want me and that I'm not good enough, you know? It would have been nice had you come forward and said something earlier."

"That's what I'm trying to explain here. I'm not rejecting you by any means. I just...you don't understand it yet since you just got your mark, but every time I came near you, this tingly sensation would come over me and...and just being around you took my breathe away." With every word he said, he inched closer. I could barely believe my ears, my mouth agape and eyes wide.

"I fancied you before all this, but once I found out you were mine by fate, my feelings just increased tenfold." He sighed. "I don't know where I'm going with all this but I wanted you to know about how I felt. I didn't want you thinking I hated being your soulmate."

Once that last word had slipped past his lips, he shot me a shy smile. Harry's cheeks were tinted a quiet pink and his eyes sparkled mischievously. At this point, my heart had ceased its relentless patter in favour of just not working at all. My breath had left me with just my thoughts and Harry's words tingling down my spine.

Without a second thought, I shot up off the bench and clashed my lips against his in a messy kiss. Nevertheless, it was perfect. I felt his arms move around me and pull me into the sweetest embrace. He tasted of cinnamon and hot cocoa whilst the scent of firewood burnt my senses. I could remain here for all eternity, I had thought.

Separating, our foreheads leaned against one another.

"So...uh...are we okay now?" I giggled.

"You wish. If you want to fully make it up to me, you're going to have to take me out on a date."

"I think I can do that."

He sat down on the bench, pulling me down onto his lap. As his chin rested on my head, I glanced once more at the serenading sky.

"Thank you." I whispered to fate and turned back to destiny's gift for me. Maybe soulmates weren't all that bad. Sorry 'Mione.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Sorry for the rushed ending. As always, any and all criticism is welcomed. :))

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[mastermindmiko]

Greenhouse escapades

Pairing: Neville Longbottom + fem!reader

Word count: 2868

Summary: You remember the beginnings of your relationship with Neville while hanging out with him outside the Greenhouse. You remember one too many things, and one thing leads to another and you end up getting caught in some activities that you shouldn’t have been up to.

Trigger warnings: deciding that there is no need for breakfast?, mentions of sex, kissing, foreplay, semi-pulic sex, mentions of fingering, sex. 18+, getting caught.

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As you sat on the green grass outside of the greenhouse with Neville you looked up at the sky guessing the most random shapes for each cloud you could see. Neville laughed at your cute but somewhat disturbing ideas for each cloud. His back was pressed against the glass of the Green House and you sat in between his legs as his hands were wrapped around your waist. 

Everyone was in the great hall for breakfast, but you had already eaten with Neville earlier that morning so you both decided there was no need to go to breakfast. You were outside Neville’s favourite place, you both spent a lot of time in and out of the green house. You enjoyed looking at pretty flowers and Neville enjoyed tending to the pretty flowers. 

The weather was hot, so you turned to Neville and took the hair tie that he always kept for you on his wrist. Neville always noticed the tiniest things about you; two of those things were that you always get hot quickly and that you lose your hair ties quickly as well. So he always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for you, and you found that adorable. He also noticed you fiddling with your fingers a lot when you're anxious so he lets you play with his fingers because you admitted it helps; he did that a lot even before you were dating. 

As you laid back on his chest you leaned your head back on his shoulder and you felt him press a soft kiss on your neck. You smiled as you closed your eyes in blissful peace. You thought of how much you loved Neville, he always has a picture of you in his wallet and how much he constantly admires you, he always says that he’s the lucky one when he’s the most thoughtful person to ever exist. You loved how he still made pinky promises and the multiple kisses he leaves on your face to wake you up each morning.

 You thought of all your moments with Neville; how he’d always give you a flower everyday and all the hugs he gave you from behind your back and twirled you. All the soft kisses and the rushed kisses, the kiss he’d give you after an entire summer of not seeing each other. 

Then you thought of your memories with Neville in the Greenhouse, other than it being the place you both spend your most time together other than your dorm; it was the place that you both had your first kiss together and your first time. 

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You were in the greenhouse going to talk to Neville about how he’s been spending less time with you and more time with luna. A small part of you kept saying that they were just friends and that you shouldn’t worry, and the rest of you kept asking ‘Why do you even care?’ 

Neville walked into the greenhouse while holding a plant pot, presumably for one of the many plants he was currently caring for. “Neville!” You said. 

He looked up at the call of his name and saw you, a smile spread on his face as he walked up to an empty space on one of the desks and placed the pot while saying “Hi.” 

He washed his hands and he watched you fiddle with your fingers; and he walked up to you and handed you his hand which you then played with his fingers. Neville always loved helping you in some way and this way involved holding your hand so he couldn’t complain. 

“Why don’t you like spending time with me anymore?” You asked quickly after minutes of silence, and you watched as his expression turned into shock immediately. He squeezed your two hands that were playing with his fingers and asked “What do you mean?” 

You looked away from him slightly and let out a long sigh as you looked him in the eye once again, “You don’t spend as much time with me as you used to.” 

Neville flushed and it was his turn to look away from you, he hadn’t realised he’d done it so obviously. He didn’t want to but realising his growing feelings for you and that you couldn’t possibly like him; he decided that that was the right thing to do. He didn’t want you to notice because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings.  

You noticed his silence and you concluded that he was actually doing it on purpose; and you weren’t hallucinating. A frown was on your lips when you asked “Why? Did something happen? Did I do somethin-” 

“No no no. You didn’t do anything, I just I-” He waved the hand that wasn’t holding yours and he sighed, cheeks flushing. You looked at him, not saying anything. “I-” 

“If you don’t want to hang out with me, it’s fine. I can't force yo-” you started but you were cut off once again by him saying, “No it’s nothing like that, It’s my fault I just-” His gaze fell on your lips as an idea popped into his head. 

You saw him look at your lips and your face flushed as butterflies exploded in your stomach. You thought about kissing him and you noticed that you would actually really really like it if he did that. “I just-” 

He quickly pressed a peck to your lips and you were frozen even though you thought of it you hadn’t expected him to do it. He started muttering apologies as he took a step away from you letting your once almost intertwined hands fall apart. 

You cut him off by placing your lips against his, and placing your hands around his neck. He kissed you back just as eagerly as you kissed him, and your lips were moulded together like two perfect pieces of a puzzle. You pushed your tongue inside his mouth and both your tongues played together. You heard him groan and as you pulled away to take your breath, you rested your forehead on his. You saw his boner and looked up at him, both his cheeks flushed red. Your panties got wet at the thought of Neville inside you.

You kissed him feverishly and you then asked him both your lips not parting except for long enough for you to let out a word at a time “Neville-” He pressed his lips against yours again, “do you-” you said as you pulled away from his slightly to ask your question, but you were only able to say those two words. “Neville, I want you.” 

His cheeks flushed as he stopped kissing you and asked “Are you sure?” You nodded and you both laid on the floor that was covered with blankets. “Have you ever done this before?” You asked shyly. 

“No, Have you?” He both replied and asked. 

You shook your head and then you pressed your lips against his and started to play with his hair and his hands were beside your head. He carefully put his hands, respectfully, on your waist. When you both needed to catch your breaths, you pulled away and you rose up slightly taking off your shirt. His eyes looked all over your body taking in all of your skin he hadn't seen before, his breathing got heavier and you could feel his boner on your thigh. 

You grabbed his wrist that was resting beside your head and placed it on your stomach encouraging him, “Touch me, Neville.” He pressed his lips against yours, he kissed you roughly and hungerly. His hands roamed your body and you helped him unclip your bra, and he threw it somewhere on the floor. 

He placed his hands on your breasts and started to massage them and you started to let out small moans. You then striped off your pants leaving you in only your panties that were uncomfortably wet. Wide-eyed he looked all over your body that was exposed to him admiring your beauty. 

You realised that he didn’t know what to do next so you grabbed his hand once again and placed it on your clit, you let out a small moan at the feeling of his hand around you; and his mouth opened slightly. Then you made his finger rub circles over your clit, you pulled your hips up slightly motioning for him to be near you. He started toying with your clit. 

“Is this alright?” He asked slightly hesitant as he increased the pressure on your clit and cupped the rest of your pussy with his hand. “Yes Neville, It feels good.” You replied with your voice between a sigh and a moan. 

After a few seconds you pushed his hand away reluctantly and you let out a whimper. He thought he did something wrong so he started asking quickly “Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you okay-” 

“Yes Neville. I just want you inside me.” You said boldly and watched as he went to unbuckle his pants and you took off your panties. 

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You were brought out of your day dream and memory by a small “Darling?” You lifted your head off of Neville’s shoulder and looked at him, eyes opened, you still hadn't registered the wetness in your panties when he started saying “Are you okay? You were making um noises?” 

You flushed feeling embarrassed that you pulled him out of his thoughts that were probably innocent, but your guilt washed away when you felt him grow hard under you. You noticed that while you were dreaming he had pulled you closer to both his hips and chest, and that his hands were on your thighs now not your waist. 

“Neville.” You let out in a rough, strict voice. He was getting more courageous with the places you both had sex in, you always had sex in the Green house even though the walls were grass. You were both covered by the massive amounts of plants and their huge sizes, and you would always muffle your voice on Neville's shoulder. 

“What love? He said innocently as he looked at you with his hands closer to your skirt. “You look so pretty in that skirt, I can’t help it; and then you let out some small moans. I just can’t stop myself.” he finished while pressing some small kisses on your neck. 

“Neville.” You said with a groan as you pushed his head away from your neck and gave him a look. 

“Please Darling. There’s no one around.” You looked around you both to check and there was in fact no one around, you were also wet so this would be a win for both of you. Then you remembered how Neville got bold while you two were having sex once again, so you had sex ten minutes before Charms in the classroom. So Flitwick had to return your bra to Neville, you were so embarrassed. 

“Neville remember Charms.” 

He let out an annoyed groan and said “That was one time, and so you see any professors around here?” He was once again right. 

“That doesn’t matter, We’re in public and breakfast is going to finish.” You started to wonder how long you could stand the wetness in your panties. It's been about a week since you had done anything with Neville and you were getting impatient to feel him inside you. 

He started from your temple to the base of your throat as his hands wandered up inside your skirt slowly rubbing your thighs at the same time. “So you don’t want this?” 

“Yes.” You replied in what you thought was going to be a tough voice but came out as a breathy sigh. His hands reached your underwear and started to rub circles on your clit, knowing that since the first time you showed him how, he knew it was your weakness. You cursed yourself for telling him that and that you were almost agreeing to have sex with him in public while all the students were about to come out of the great hall soon.

You leaned your head back on his shoulder once again and you started to let out small moans and whimpers. “I’m taking them off, okay?” Neville said in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your panties. 

You nodded and felt him pull your panties down your legs, and you handed them to Neville; who smirked and said “Turn around.” 

Sometimes you would absolutely hate how comfortable Neville became with you, but then you’d go back to loving him being himself with you. It was always kind of fun people thinking that Neville was innocent when at the same time they're saying that Neville has his hands up your skirt while you’re eating dinner at the great hall. 

You turned around as cautiously as possible making sure not to flash your ass to anyone that was looking or that could be near, there was no one around. You avoided his gaze and your eyes were fixed more on his trousers. He pressed a long passionate kiss on your mouth. 

While his tongue licked your bottom lip asking for an entrance and you parted your mouth, he started to unbuckle his belt and pulled his trousers and boxers below his hips so that his cock was able to become exposed to the air. He placed his hand on his cock rubbing it at the same time you placed your face into the crook of his neck trying to hide your face. You knew that Neville would have stopped if you told him to or if you were not turned on by this; but when he touched you and felt you dripping he knew that you didn’t want him to stop. 

“Neville, can you be quicker?” You ask more of a demand than a question. You heard him chuckle and you could practically hear the smirk that was on his face as he replied “Of course love.” 

He pulled up against him so that you were both brushing against each other in the most agonising way and you let out a breathy moan and the movement. You started to move your hips against his and his tip kept brushing against your pussy. 

He kissed you urgently and passionately and you did the same thing. He started to position you on top of him, and when his tip was aligned with your entrance you pulled your mouth away from his. You slid all the way down on top of him , with you letting out a loud moan as soon as your hips met at the way he stretched you out. 

“Fuck.” He said with a groan, when you put your arms behind his neck and started to bounce on top of him. You had been on top many times before when there wasn’t any space for him to be on top of you, but this time the feeling of getting caught was making him inside you feel so much better. 

Your skirt covered both his cock and your pussy but as you started to go faster your knees hitting the ground and you both let out moans, it was obvious what you were doing. You kept bouncing up and down as you rotate your hips every once in a while, and Neville couldn’t get enough of you as he placed his hands under your ass and pulled you closer to him making him groan louder. He started to kiss you again sensing that you were both getting too loud to not get caught and he kissed you feverishly, kissing your neck every once in a while. 

He moved his hips to get him to reach a new angle inside you and he started thrusting up to you and your hips hit each other with every movement. You started moaning loudly and he pressed his lips onto your again muffling your sounds. You started to get close and from the amount of times you’ve reached this point with Neville he sensed this and started to increase his speed while rubbing sloppy circles on your clit. 

He worked you through your orgasm and soon after that you felt him cum inside you, you knew the spell so it wasn’t a problem. After you pulled up from him, you sat on the ground beside him. You were still breathing heavily when he asked “Are you okay love?” 

You nodded and started to lean into Neville. Then you heard a rustle in the leaves around you both and both frantically tried to look calm and cool. Professor Sprout came into view with Professor Slughorn, both of them looking awkward, “I just wanted to get him the potion ingredients.” said professor Sprout. 

“Best be off to class, kids.” Professor Slughorn added trying to be cheerful and act as if they hadn’t heard you and Neville fucking a few seconds ago.

[supercool-here]

hello. Does anyone know of a good HP fanfic about Severus Snape and Lilly Potter getting together and living happy? I know Harry wouldn't exist then but I find Alan Rickman very hot and for that reason I want Snape to be happy

[moonstruck-poet]

Masterlist

Started - 21/5/22

Works - 49

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Harry Potter

Golden Trio Era

Marauders Era

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Poetry

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Song Based Fics

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BTS

Kim Namjoon

Kim Seokjin

Jeon Jungkook

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Celebs

Tom Hiddleston

Ben Barnes

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One Direction

Harry Styles

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TXT

Kang Taehyun

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Grishaverse

Nikolai Lantsov

Kaz Brekker

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Marvel

Loki Laufeyson

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[l-lenny]

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dumb Krum … I love you too!

Viktor Krum x Malfoy! Fem! Reader & Fred Weasley x Malfoy! Fem! Reader

Summary: Attending Durmstrang might be the best thing that ever happened to you. You are doing amazing academically, you have friends and even first crush. That is until you went with him to Hogwarts for the Triwizard tournament when things got more complicated.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7 REUPLOAD (longer version)

PART 8

TBA~

PART 9

PART 10 FINALE

[starlitsilvereyes]

take me to church

for @microficmay's prompts: Praise (Day 4) & Climax (Day 14) | Rating: E | CW: Use of religion (catholicism) as kink, Priest Kink, Church Sex | Read on Ao3

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” A shaky breath leaves his lips as his knees touch the icy, hardwood floors. 

“To which sin do you apologise for?” The priest, dressed devilishly in black silk, asks. His eyes are whitish silver – as though pure and untouched. 

Pleasure blazes inside of the man who kneels. He parts his lips, and instead of words, forgiveness comes in the form of heated skin against his tongue. 

His breath catches in his lungs as his eyes brim with tears. Blood draws on his palms as he takes in the man deeper. 

A small gasp leaves the priest’s mouth, followed by words rasping against his own throat as he tries to catch his breath. “You are forgiven.” 

The green-eyed man blinks, a smile creeping upon his lips. “Thank you, father.”

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