#harry potter x male reader

[hadesrise]

𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥.

summary ➳ harry noticed you’re not like any other slytherin

pairings ➳ harry james potter x male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, mutual pining, foul language, reader being an adorable slytherin, touch-deprived harry, just the chosen one thirsting over reader lmao, mentions of making out, soft!slytherin reader, pet names ( darling, love )

author’s note ➳ rewatching harry potter made me recall the time when i used to fantasize about two persons from supposedly rival houses falling for each other and saying “fuck it” to their rivalry before making out. yes, it's typical, but i like it just the way it is.

Of all the houses in Hogwarts, it’s well known that Slytherin is the most disliked one due to their personality that doesn’t seem to include kindness regardless of how others treat them. This might have only been a stereotype that students from other houses pushed on Slytherin, but they had a very reasonable excuse for thinking of Slytherins that way because of a particular blonde haired snake and his goons that terrorize anyone and everyone they come across. Not only that, but most people from Slytherin are unpleasant to say the least and Harry can only name a few who aren’t, like Professor Slughorn for example.

So, understandably, Harry thought you’re going to be as unpleasant as other Slytherins too after Hermione accidentally bumped into you and dropped her books to scatter all over the ground. The Golden trio were walking down the hallway leading towards Hagrid’s hut, talking to one another about how Professor Trelawney freaked out again today at Divination, with Hermione carrying books more heavier than usual (the two boys offered to carry them but she refused), before they turned a corner and she collided on a rather hard chest.

She was going to apologize, but her eyes — in sync with Harry’s and Ron’s — landed on the green colored tie with silver stripes, and the blood immediately drained from her face. It’s not like she can’t defend herself, considering she sucker punched Malfoy on the third year, but dealing with a bunch of snakes can be really exhausting sometimes and frankly, she isn’t in the mood to fight with them today.

Without a word, Hermione crouches down to pick up her books. Much to their surprise, the Slytherin knelt down to help her gather the heavier and thicker books Ron and Harry were about to pick up.

When they finally made an effort to look at the unusual Slytherin Hermione bumped into, Harry was surprised to see a very good looking and attractive boy with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that seemed to spark under the light. Despite the books being heavy, you carried it easily as if they have the weight of a feather, placing another book on top of them — Harry figured you were reading it before the disaster struck.

“Are these books from Hagrid?”

The Chosen One felt his stomach fill with butterflies and heart suddenly beat rapidly at the sound of your soothing voice.

He was so used to Slytherins having that obnoxiously annoying voice, where he doesn’t know whether to cover his ears or rip them away from the sides of his head. But your voice was, even with a tone deeper than average, smooth and gentle. There was no hint of venom, distaste, unpleasantness, or despise. Just curiosity and interest. Harry also noticed you called Hagrid by his name rather than the awful big oaf other Slytherins call him all the time.

“Oh, uhm... Yes.” It took a while for Hermione to overcome the surprise and provide an answer.

“Interesting,” You hummed quietly. “I should drop by Hagrid and burrow some of his books too. He must have the book of Ancient Magical Creatures.” Muttering to yourself, the Golden trio couldn’t help but crack a smile when you seem to forget for a split second that you weren’t alone.

Gathering some courage, Harry decides to break your little bubble by hesitantly speaking. “Er — excuse me?”

“Yes?” You turn to look and catch his emerald eyes.

“You can come with us if you want. We don’t mind.”

A tiny bit of smile forms on your lips, almost unnoticeable. “With pleasure. Though, I don’t suppose it’s alright for Gryffindors to walk around with Slytherin.” You glanced around, “Some of the people from your house doesn’t tolerate their fellow Gryffindor hanging out with the rival house.”

“I think you’re okay,” Ron says reluctantly.

“If you say so.” Amusement flashes across your eyes. “Also, I’ll carry these books instead.” You didn’t let Hermione protest as you began to walk nonchalantly towards Hagrid’s hut with a slight delay to your steps; Harry figured you were purposely walking slower than your normal pace so it would be easy to walk with your shoulders lining with theirs.

You introduced yourself to them after successfully burrowing a book from Hagrid that you were searching for.

Ever since then, Harry would find himself scanning every classroom he’s in to look for you, taking mental notes of the similar classes you have together, and if you’re nowhere to be seen, he would just attempt to at least catch a glimpse of you in the Great Hall by the Slytherin table. Sometimes, when he’s fortunate enough, your eyes would meet his across the hall and you would give him the faintest of smile before returning to your meal. Other times, when the both of you are free, you would talk with each other for a while until the next class comes.

Spending his time with you made Harry notice things — such as how you’re mostly quiet, which isn’t very common in Slytherin; their loud voices being very distinguishable in the Great Hall explains that. You’re also a bit of a bookworm as he often sees you carrying or reading them around, it made him wonder why you weren’t placed in Ravenclaw, but he suppose being interested in books doesn’t automatically make someone a Ravenclaw. He also noticed the way your facial expression rarely shows rapid or strong emotions, mostly expressing boredom to anyone and anything around you, if not, your face just remains emotionless with a what Harry knew was called resting bitch face. Though, your wonderful eyes do spark seemingly brighter when you’re with him.

Another brilliant thing is finding out you don’t tolerate any of Malfoy’s bullshit.

You seem to disagree with everything the blonde says, which leads to Malfoy spitting some nasty insults in attempt to get under your skin, only to cower away when you raise a brow at him paired with deadly calm expression, which is much scarier than anything in Harry’s opinion. You were definitely not like any other Slytherin he’s ever met.

“Ron, getting a detention at potions isn’t a good reason to set Professor Snape’s office on fire!” Hermione hissed.

“But ‘ermione, he’s horrible!” Retorts Ron and turns to his best friend to plead, “Back me up here, mate!”

However, he doesn’t receive a response as Harry was too busy ogling at a particular someone by the Slytherin’s table, his hand not moving from the parchment that began to be soaked in black ink due to his quill being pressed on it. Ron and Hermione looked at each other questioningly and followed Harry’s gaze, their eyes landing on you eating quietly while ignoring the chaos members from your house were bringing. You almost looked peaceful despite surrounded by loud chattering, laughter, and the clinks of utensils against the plate.

Your patience isn’t high; you often get annoyed easily, but the way you’re unbothered no matter what’s happening around you made it seem like your patience was limitless.

Hermione rolled her eyes after realizing Harry was waiting for you to notice and rolls up the parchment she had before whacking the back of his head with it, successfully snapping him out of his daydream. “What do you think’s gonna happen if you just stare at (Y/n)?”

The Chosen One cleared his throat, taking a glance at you and quickly returning it to his best friends. “What am I supposed to do then? I can’t just walk up to him in front of other Slytherins.”

“I’d rather see you do anything than ogle at him everyday and act like an idiot.” She sighs exasperatedly.

For a boy who survived the Killing Curse and Voldemort’s multiple serious death threats, he was one hell of an annoying dork when it comes to love. He was painfully obvious with his growing crush towards you, even other Gryffindors had begun to suspect it, yet haven’t done anything to change the relationship you two have — sure, it can be called friendship, but Hermione and almost all of their friends could agree it is more than that. They couldn’t honestly contain their frustration at Harry being content with just this.

“It’s no use, Hermione.” Ron whispered when Harry went back to ogling at you. “He says he’s not going to do anything about it unless he’s sure there’s a chance.”

Sighing, the bushy haired girl shakes her head and slumped on her seat defeatedly.

How long do they have to deal with a lovesick Harry?

Searching around the school grounds, Harry finally found you reading by the Black Lake, not caring that your robe might get dirty as you sat on the ground and read another book. It was a windy day that sent calm energy throughout your body, the rustling of leaves and the sound of lake soothing you more than usual, allowing you to focus more on the context of your book. You loved the silence where no voices or other noises can be heard, just the sound of nature slipping into your ears.

Harry slowly approached as to not startle you, but felt himself relax after you pay him no mind and sat down beside where you are. The sky seems brighter than he remembers, with only small particles of cloud littered all around.

“Are you feeling well?” You asked without looking up from your book, and Harry hugs his knees to his chest, watching the wind cause waves of water on the lake.

“Better now that I found you.” The seemingly flirtatious sentence was uttered in complete sincerity and seriousness that even Harry himself didn’t expect. The tip of his ears turned bright red in increasing embarrassment as you snapped your eyes to him, seeing an adorable blush spread rapidly across his cheeks, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.

You hum, slamming the book shut. Harry was now staring straight ahead at the lake, as if there was something interesting in it, making amusement appear on your usually expressionless face. “Look at you blushing, Potter. So adorable.” You whispered the last part, almost teasingly, and he blushes even more.

“Well, you’re adorable as well.” Harry dares meeting your eyes. His heart bangs even more loudly in his chest after seeing the almost loving look in them, finding himself admiring you.

All playfulness leaves your face as you stare into each other’s eyes with a mirroring hint of adoration. You shift to lean back on one of your hand while the other rise to brush a hair out of Harry’s forehead, before cupping his cheek, admiring the way his emerald eyes sparked under the warm sunlight. This is your first time seeing his face close and having the time to focus on his features more; you knew Harry was attractive the moment you set eyes on him, but you realized he looked almost ethereal at this point, making your heart flutter.

“Your eyes are really captivating,” You muttered, barely audible but reached Harry’s ears nonetheless.

He chuckled breathlessly, “I got it from my mum.”

“She must’ve been such a wonderful woman then.”

Your thumb gently rubbed his cheek and Harry couldn’t help but lean to your touch and close his eyes. He’s been touch-deprived for long, being touched with care and gentleness made him weak in the knees easily. A coo escape from your lips; an unlikely sound for Slytherin to make. Before Harry could process what was happening, you had set aside your book and pulled him to your lap, settling him between your legs. Harry blinks, surprised.

“I’m seriously soft for you, Potter. Too adorable.” You sigh, burying your hand through his dark locks and softly scratching his scalp.

Getting over his initial shock, Harry relaxed and made himself comfortable, letting his body rest against yours as he laid his head on your chest. It worried him that you might hear his rapidly beating heart, but honestly couldn’t bring himself to care when you were being so generous, holding him, playing with his hair. If others were to see you and him like this, they would certainly assume it’s the end of the world for two rival houses to be cuddly with each other when they usually spit hatred.

Though, after meeting you, Harry had begun to believe not all Slytherins are bad — it’s just that people, including himself, unfairly stereotyped them as a bunch of evil-doers only because of the choices that older people from Slytherin made in the past, which the young Slytherins are definitely not in control of. There are questionable Slytherins like Malfoy and his goons, but they’re not a reason for others to start generalizing that all students from the snake house is evil.

Slowly and albeit hesitantly, Harry wraps his arms around your back and nuzzles your chest. You’re absolutely different from other Slytherin members, but he still found it odd that a Slytherin is this nice and affectionate, especially when you’re usually quiet and socially distant, preferring to be alone with slightest bit of annoyance directed at your fellow housemates.

Closing his eyes as sleepiness start to fall over his eyelids, the Chosen One wondered why you’re only doing this with and to him. He’s never seen you with anyone before, and when he did, you always maintained clear distance from them, as if they held contagious disease. It made him feel special in any way, but also confused.

“(Y/n)?”

His sleepy voice make you chuckle softly. “Hmm?”

“Why are you so affectionate with me?”

Your hand playing with his hair abruptly stops, and for a second Harry thought he made a mistake of mentioning it. However, relief floods him when you went back to massaging his scalp. “Isn’t it obvious, Potter?”

He shakes his head. Don’t want to assume.

Silence falls as you stop your hand again. Curiosity of your expression plaguing his mind, Harry opens his eyes and looks up without moving from his laying position — his breath almost stopping when he came across a very loving gaze staring at him like he was the entire universe. His heart swell as heat rushes to his cheeks. He attempted to hide his face by burying it on your chest, but you held him still, hand cupping his cheek once again.

You don’t even give him time to react before you captured his lips on yours, practically stealing Harry’s breath away. Just a gentle kiss on the lips, but enough to make his brain fuzzy.

Pulling away before he could reciprocate, you smiled. Not a forced one, but genuine and coming from the bottom of your heart. “Does that answer your question, Harry?”

Despite the fluttering of his heart and the urge to jump up and down in pure joy, Harry pouts. “Not enough.”

You chuckled. “I need to be persuasive then.”

Needless to say, you both missed the next class making out by the Black Lake and not caring about getting caught.

Ron and Hermione were freaked out. The reason lies with Harry, who’s been in an awfully good mood the entire day to the point even Malfoy can’t get through him and he began noticing some good qualities in some of the Slytherin members. Don’t get them wrong, Harry being in a good mood is great because the boy deserves a day without constantly fighting for his life and feeling like everyone’s against him, but attempting to find the good qualities even in Malfoy? That’s when the two gets really concerned.

When lunch break comes around, Harry was still in a brilliant mood, smiling to himself because of whatever merlin knows. Ron and Hermione shares a look as they continue to eat, observing their best friend who began to look for you in the Slytherin table, his smile immediately widening after he sees you.

Hermione turns around just in time for you to look up from the foods and meet Harry’s eyes. Unexpectedly, a soft smile appears on your lips as you wave at him, not caring when your housemates see it. Harry chuckled, waving back, before you returned to eating your food in silence. The three of them witnessed Malfoy mutter something that caused you to roll your eyes and smack the back of his head with the book you were reading before.

“So,” Ron began after he and Hermione looked back at Harry. “Is there something you’re not telling us, ‘arry?”

The said boy only raised his eyebrows, unable to contain his grin.

“Come on, Harry!” Hermione urged.

Before anyone could respond, however, someone took a seat on the empty space beside Harry — turning their heads, they were surprised to see you there.

“Hello, love.” Harry almost melted at the pet name. You gave his best friends a polite smile, “Excuse him from your conversation for a moment, Hermione, Ron.”

“Of course, go ahead.” Neither of them could honestly deny a polite Slytherin no matter how much they want to.

“What is it?” Harry questioned, more than welcome to talk with you. However, you seem to have a different idea in mind as you leaned in without a word and captured his lips in a lingering kiss, hearing gasps erupt from multiple places — mainly Ron, Hermione, any Gryffindor who were wondering why a Slytherin paid Harry Potter a visit, Malfoy, his goons, and some other Slytherins who just happened to catch the moment. Few students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had their mouths open in shock as well.

There was a smug look on your face when you pulled away, smirking at Malfoy who was previously babbling some nonsense that you couldn’t possibly like Potter and are probably just using him. By the looks of it, you had succeeded in proving the blonde ferret wrong.

“What was that for?” Harry asked breathlessly. You caught him off guard.

“Oh, nothing. Just proving to gits that Gryffindor and Slytherin are sometimes compatible if it’s with the right person.” You shrugged, resting an elbow on the table and putting your chin on the palm of your hand. “In short, I wanted to prove people wrong who says we can’t be together since you’re a Gryffindor as I am a Slytherin.”

“Wait, someone told you that?”

“Rumors of us being seen making out by the Black Lake travels fast,” You sipped on Harry’s pumpkin juice, which he didn’t mind even the slightest as he blushed, avoiding Ron’s and Hermione’s wide and intrigued eyes. “One little bird from Ravenclaw thought it’d be wise to practically squeal it in the hallways that the rumor’s impossible because of our houses rivalry.”

You snort, “As if we give a fuck about that.”

For the first time, Harry actually saw the Slytherin in you.

And he wasn’t going to complain, not when you’re not like any other.

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[bagerfluff]

Love and Limps

Harry Potter x Slytherin Male Reader

Prompt - "Why did you help me?"

Harry cursed himself as he limped towards the hospital wing. Harry had accidentally fallen during quidditch practice and now had to limp his way to the hospital wing. It hurt but Harry was able to push through it. For about half of the journey.

Now that he had been walking with his limp for ten minutes it was starting to hurt. “Bloody hell” Harry whispered as he leaned against the wall. “You okay Potter?” Harry looked up at the voice to see Y/n standing a few feet away from him. 

Harry sighed as he looked away from Y/n. Y/n L/n the king of slytherin. Harry didn’t feel like getting teased, so he said he was fine and started to walk, or limp, away. But when he was a few feet away, he tripped.

Harry closed his eyes as he waited to hit the floor but he didn’t. Harry looked up to see that Y/n had caught him. “So you're fine?” Y/n asked with a small smile on his face. Harry looked back down at the floor as he blushed. Why did Y/n have to look so good?

Y/n shifted Harry so he was standing up but once Y/n realized that Harry could really stand he picked Harry up. Bridal style. Harry blushed as he wrapped his hands around Y/n’s neck. Harry tried to get down but Y/n just said “just trust me Potter”.

Harry stopped moving after that. Harry thought as Y/n carried him to the hospital wing. Why was Y/n helping him? Y/n was a Slytherin. Slytherins hate Gryffindor's. But when Harry thought about it Y/n never really did anything mean.

He mostly kept to himself. He didn’t join Umbridge. And Harry heard that he refused to torture the first years, Y/n even helped during the war. Maybe Harry was wrong about Slytherin's. The more Harry thought about it, the more he realized that only Malfoy and his goons were mean.

Every other Slytherin was fine, nice even. Harry realized that he was wrong, along with everyone else. Harry wondered how many first year Slytherin's were hated because of what people in the past did.

Harry was so caught up in these thoughts that he didn’t realize that Y/n had placed him on a bed. “Again Potter” Madam Pomfrey said before she left to get a potion for Harry’s leg. Harry expected for Y/n to leave but he stayed.

He was sitting in the chair next to Harry’s bed. “Why did you help me?” Harry asked as he looked over to Y/n. Y/n looked up from the floor and looked at Harry with a face of confusion. “Because you needed help” Y/n answered. 

“But why?” Harry asked again. Y/n smirked as he got up from the chair. Y/n then leaned closer to Harry to whisper in his ear. “Because I like you Potter”. Harry blushed as Y/n leaned away from his ear and walked out of the hospital wing.

Once Madam Pomfrey came back with the potion Harry was still blushing. “Here Potter” Pomfrey said and Harry drank the potion. Harry then walked out of the hospital wing but when he got back to the dorms he realized that something was in his pocket.

Harry pulled it out and realized that it was a piece of parchment. Harry unfolded it and blushed when he read it. 

Sunday, 10:30, Hogshead. See you there, Potter

Harry smiled once he realized who it was from. Harry entered the dorms with a smile. Already thinking about what he was going to wear. 

[moiravim]

Draco Malfoy x Male Reader Headcanons

Warnings: mention of homophobia

You and Draco started dating in fourth year.

He liked you first, but you confessed because he was too nervous to.

At first he thought you were joking, but the moment he realized you were serious he confesses his feelings as well.

He had a bit of internalized homophobia from his parents, but got over it quickly after realizing he was gay in second year.

He becomes protective over you when he starts crushing on you.

When you first started dating it was a secret.

The first person Draco told was his best friend, Blaise. After seeing how much Blaise supported both of you, Draco became more confident and came out officially.

Most people supported your relationship with Draco once they found out. The only person who ever caused Draco any trouble was his father.

If anyone were to say anything homophobic to you, he'd feel the need to teach them a lesson.

His favorite nicknames for you are Darling, Love, and occasionally Baby. He'll also call you Prince during romantic settings.

If you like reading he'd love to go to the library and spend the whole day with you in one of his favorite places.

If you don't like reading, he'd probably drag you to the library anyways. You can do your own thing, he just likes the quiet atmosphere.

He absolutely adores you and just wants to be with you 24/7.

Your first kiss was in hogsmeade. The two of you went wandering around the town, hand in hand all night.

He calls you his pretty boy and kisses you all night. He loves cuddling and likes to spoon you.

Draco Malfoy is obsessed with his boyfriend, and just wants to show him how much he loves him. <3

[hpsluts]

Remus Lupin, fucking Harry Potter’s brother

Remus felt dirty and perverse, his eyes staring at your form. Unable to pull his eyes away from you, mind clouding over.

You were currently in one of his classes, too focused on a test he handed out to notice his watchful gaze. He subconsciously ran a tongue over his lips, his breath shallow.

He'd spent the rest of the class not so subtlety staring at you, eyes never leaving you for long. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, you were his student, the son of one of his best friend, but he couldn't help it.

When it came time to leave class he called out to you, pulling you aside alone. "Mr. Lupin, is there something you need?"

This was his last chance to stop himself, but he couldn't bring himself to. He took a step toward you, before wrapping an arm around your waste, his hand going to squeeze your plump ass.

"You. . . I need you."

That was all he said before he pulled you into a kiss, his tongue quickly entering your mouth. Your eyes widened, was this really happening, was Remus really doing this?

But just like Remus, you couldn't fight the lust you held for the man. You let him continue to explore your mouth, as he claimed it as his own you moaned wantonly.

Your hand made its way to his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Moans leaving you consistly with no regard to your surroundings.

Remus pulled away quickly, leaving a string of saliva to connect you. "Another class is going to be here in a second." He took you by the hand to his desk, he sat down in his chair behind it before looking at you expectingly.

You knew what he wanted you to do, you found yourself on the floor, beneath his desk and out of eyesight.

"Good boy. . . Such a good boy."

He said praising, his voice deep and coarse. He pulled you toward his prominent bulge, rubbing it against your face, the scent addictive.

You used your hands to pull the zipper of his trousers down, your hand pulling his hard cock out of its confinement.

You stared in shock at its length, your own cock twitching in response. Remus smiled down at you, slapping his cock against your cheek.

"Open up. . . I've wanted to do this for so long."

Right before you obeyed you heard the door open, a sea of students walked into the classroom beginning to settle in.

Before you could do anything, Remus pulled you onto his cock, the taste imprinting itself on your tongue. You forced yourself to swallow back the moans in your chest.

"Welcome everyone. I have a very interesting lesson planned for you today."

His cock kept trusting into your mouth as he addressed the class, you could feel the pre-cum leaking in your underwear as he did.

Hopefully your next class didn't notice your absence.

Because Remus wasn't going to let you go.

[khami-the-raccoon]

Hello!

It’s me again, the one who made the Will request(I enjoyed it :D I almost wanted to eat your writing). Could you write a Draco Malfoy x Reader but it’s platonic? Perhaps Reader is the DADA professor and like a father figure to Draco(But the Reader doesn’t know).

(I have no life btw.)

Have a great day!

Hello! Thank you so much for your request! I’m very very happy to know you liked what I wrote for your last request :) I hope you like this one as well, and sorry if this took too long (again)

Draco Malfoy x male! Teacher! reader (platonic)

Summary: Draco Malfoy x male teacher reader, in which Draco sees reader as a father figure. (Platonic)

Word count: 1053

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Y/N was a highly skilled wizard who had been appointed as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Y/N was known for his wisdom, kindness, and unwavering dedication to his students.

One of his students, Draco Malfoy, was a young boy with a troubled past. Draco came from a family of pure-blood wizards who had strong ties to the dark side. Draco wasn’t the kindest guy at school, he often would bully other students or make them feel bad about themselves. Y/N never approved of Draco’s rising behavior, but he understood it was some kind of coping mechanism for his problems. Y/N also recognized the potential in Draco and decided he would help him open up about whatever was troubling him and making him feel so bad about himself he had to take it out on other students.

One day, Y/N was watching from afar the students outside the castle, some were chatting with each other, some were playing soccer, and others were studying on the grass. It didn’t matter what they were doing, but they were all together with other students and their friends. Everyone except Draco, who was sitting near the lake, alone. Looking upset.

Y/N frowned, he didn’t like seeing his students looking down.

He made his way outside, to the spot Draco was sitting.

“Draco, is everything alright?” Y/N asked once he was with Draco, the blonde boy looked at his professor.

“It's nothing, Professor Y/L. Just some family matters” he said, not wanting to look weak in front of Y/N, as if he didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Draco, you know you can trust me, right? I'm here for you, not just as your professor, but as someone who cares about you.” Y/N said, sitting next to Draco in the grass.

Draco sighed, he wanted to tell Y/N what he was feeling, what he was thinking… but he was still scared… he was still a scared child.

“It's my father. He expects so much from me, and I don't want to disappoint him, but sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in his expectations...” he said quietly. Finally having the courage to speak about what was making him feel so worthless.

Y/N felt bad for him, Draco was so young… he shouldn’t be going through this. Y/N understood, this feelings of being worthless Draco was experiencing were the cause of his mean behavior towards others… he just wanted validation.

“Draco, your worth is not defined by your family's expectations. You have the power to choose your path, to be the person you want to be. And I believe in you, Draco. I believe that you can rise above it all and become a force for good” Y/N said in a firm yet gentle voice.

Draco said, his eyes widening slightly. He couldn’t believe somebody could actually care for him “Wait… how can you still believe in me? After all I’ve done to others?” He said, looking at Y/N.

“You’re young, Draco. We all make mistakes when we’re young, that’s okay. And you’re not a bad person, you just need someone to guide you.” Y/N said. He was a kind soul.

The blonde boy looked at him, he wanted so bad to hug him, to be comforted by Y/N. The man had always been so important for him. Draco felt Y/N was the only one that could guide him and make him feel as if he wasn’t broken.

“Thank you, Professor…” Draco said quietly, and Y/N smiled and patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, everything’s going to be alright. And if you need my help, you can always come to my office, alright?”

“Alright”

For the first time in months, Y/N saw Draco smile, a real and happy smile.

Y/N felt a sense of relief and hope as he witnessed Draco's smile. He knew that this was just the beginning of Draco's journey towards self-discovery and growth. Y/N was determined to support him every step of the way.

In the following weeks, Y/N started having regular one-on-one sessions with Draco, providing a safe space for him to express his thoughts and emotions. Through their conversations, Y/N helped Draco understand that his worth wasn't determined by his family's expectations or his past actions. Y/N encouraged Draco to focus on his own values and aspirations, helping him discover his true potential.

As time went on, Draco's behavior started to change. He became more empathetic towards his fellow students, offering a helping hand instead of resorting to bullying. Y/N's guidance and belief in Draco's ability to change played a significant role in his transformation.

Draco's relationship with Y/N grew stronger with each passing day. Y/N became not only a mentor but also a father figure for Draco, someone Draco could confide in without fear of judgment. Y/N's unwavering support and understanding gave Draco the courage to confront his family's expectations and forge his own path.

One day, after Draco had a specially bad argument with his dad, he came to Y/N’s office, in tears.

“Oh Draco, it’s good to see you! Are you… alright…?” Y/N’s voice became concerned as he saw Draco sobbing.

“You had another argument with your father, right…?” The professor asked, and Draco nodded. “What was it about this time?”

“He said I-I was a traitor for not hating ‘mudbloods’…” Draco said, stuttering, Y/N felt so bad for him.

“I’m so sorry, Draco.” Y/N said softly, looking at the crying boy “but you’re doing the right thing, you’re brave and you have a good heart. Believe me” he said and smiled comfortingly. “Now, come here… I’m sure you need a hug” Y/N said and opened his arms.

Draco looked at him, shocked. He couldn’t believe Y/N was actually offering him a hug…?

Draco walked slowly and carefully to Y/N’s arms, as if asking for permission to be comforted. Lucius Malfoy, his ‘dad’ would never offer him a hug. But Y/N was different… he was kinder.

As Draco finally accepted the hug, Y/N put his arms around him comfortingly. And Draco felt finally safe and at home.

[undercoveravenger]

The Haunted House

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Male!Reader:

Requested: Yes

Request: “getting dared to go into the shrieking shack on Halloween (wow, a full moon on Halloween? How weird...) and finding a big scary werewolf waiting for you. Except he's really not all that scary, he just won't let you leave because Remus really likes you and his wolf form can't quite say that, just wants to keep you there.”

A/N: This is post number 4 for the 2023 Spooky Month event. Y’alls trick or treat is coming next Tuesday, October 31st. Hope you’re ready.

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The Shrieking Shack had well earned its name throughout the years you’d been at Hogwarts, with guttural screams and groans echoing from it each month around the time of the full moon. You’d heard dozens of different stories- ghosts, ghouls, poltergeists like Peeves. Someone from your Transfiguration class even thought it was some long-abandoned merfolk in a tank that’d grown too small.

Whatever it was though, you were going to find out.  The lot of you had had to sneak out of your commonrooms and were nearly caught by patrolling professors or prefects a couple times, but now here you are with your friends crowding around behind you clamoring encouragingly, you stand just past the fence separating the Shrieking Shack from the rest of Hogsmeade. The full moon looms ominously just over the ramshackle eaves of the decrepit building, providing just enough light for you to pick your way through the snowy yard and up to the front door.

A mumbled spell is enough to break away the locks and rotting boards holding the door closed and you’re able to force it open the rest of the way with a forceful shove. You only allow yourself one fleeting glance over your shoulder at your friends before making your way into the house and closing the door behind you, resolved to completing your friends’ dare and staying the night in the haunted house.

The floorboards creak with every step you take, wavering slightly under your shoes as your weight puts pressure on long-damaged planks as you make your way deeper into the house, each room revealing deep gashes carved into the walls and floors. Tattered strips of fabric from what might have been blankets or clothes are strewn about, stained a dark rust color in places from what you can only assume is blood. Some rooms even have shards of what would have once been furniture, a splintered chunk of wood that may have once been the arm of a couch tossed thoughtlessly against one wall of a ruined living room and the stuffing from a gutted chair cushion decorating an old bedroom, but no matter how many torn apart rooms you explore, you aren’t been able to find the source of the screams.

It finds you.

You’d wandered into what you think was once-upon-a-time a study, an ancient oak desk sitting on two broken legs in the middle of the room and its chair upturned nearby. The contents of the desk had proven uninteresting by the time you’d dug through the second desk drawer and you’ve gotten to the point of boredom that you’re considering just leaving altogether when you see it standing in the doorway. You’re not sure how long it had been watching you, but it stands, still as a shadow, with pitch dark eyes locked squarely on you.

You can see the beast’s raised hackles over the top of its head, lowered so it can fix you with a brutal stare, and a growl so low it rumbles through you like thunder fills the room as it takes a looming step closer. As it creeps forward, a brush of moonlight from the cracked window pane behind you catches it, giving you just enough light to make out further details of the creature.

At first glance, you might’ve thought it was just a wolf, but the longer you look the more your situation begins to sink in. The creature before you was nearly double the size of any wolf you’d ever heard of, back easily brushing the doorknob as it stalks into the room. Its legs are long and its paws splay when it walks like they’re not quite right, but the real telling point are its eyes. It doesn’t look away from you as it approaches, not even for a second, weaving through discarded furniture and debris like it was second nature until it stands just on the other side of the desk from you. It doesn’t look like it’s questioning whether you’re a threat like any other wild animal would, and the growl has started to subside now that it’s gotten a good look at you. The look in its eyes, while certainly somewhat wild, is too human to be anything else.

You’re not quite sure what to do at this point, not with a massive werewolf between you and the door, but being in a werewolf’s den during the full moon certainly can’t be a good idea. With that in mind you begin to move, edging slowly around the corner of the desk in order to not spook the wolf, already surprised by its calm demeanor and unwilling to test its good graces. The wolf allows you to pass by it and slip from the room, though you can hear the heavy footfalls of its paws as it follows you. You move back toward the front door, intent on leaving the same way you’d come, but you’re stopped by the massive wolf letting out another thunderous growl and shoving its way between you and the door. It bullies you on with more furious growls and pointed nips to your heels and hands, further into the house and up a narrow back staircase into a near demolished bedroom.

You obey when it gives you a pointed glare, settling down against the wall opposite the door. A satisfied huff escapes the wolf and it pads after you, flopping carelessly down to lay beside you and resting its large head heavily on your lap. The reason behind the werewolf’s behavior was confusing, certainly, but werewolves had been known to be territorial and prone to violence from what you’d heard, so if sitting here for a few hours while you waited for the wolf to shift back meant it’d keep you safe, then that was a small price to pay. 

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It’s not the watery morning light that wakes you, but the shift against you. The aching, tortured gasp of pain that escapes as the person curled against you moves. The sound has you on high alert straightening against your back’s own cry of pain from sleeping sitting up all night, eyes blinking open blearily and finding the now-human werewolf trying to shift away from you.

It takes you a moment to recognize him without his signature posse of idiots and the bright red Gryffindor robes, but you are able to place the jagged pink scars across his face and his curly brown hair from some of your shared classes - Remus Lupin. 

“Remus?” His name escapes you before you can stop yourself from speaking and you can see the way the tension takes root in him, joints and muscles coiling under his skin like he was preparing himself to run from some threat.

He seems to have to force himself to settle before he can speak, dark chocolate eyes examining you thoroughly. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? When I was-” He cuts himself off with a clear of his throat, eyes dropping back to his lap. He must’ve managed to track down his clothes from before he’d shifted since he was using them to cover himself. “I can’t really remember anything when I’m… like that.”

“No,” you say, and you can see the relief wash over him, tension easing in his shoulders and he no longer looks like he is going to accidentally shred his jumper. “No, you, uh, well you brought me here and then decided it was a proper time for a cuddle apparently.” You try to force a laugh, though the situation is certainly still awkward, “I thought that werewolves were s’posed to be scary, y’know? Think you’re just a were-lapdog instead?” 

A startled laugh slips out of Remus and he looks almost as stunned by it as by your words, “I- I don’t know. This is kind of a new reaction? I’m, uh, I’m usually not so nice when I’m not myself.”

“Huh,” you say, more curious than ever about the wolf’s odd behavior, “I wonder why you were acting like that then? It didn’t really seem to be aggression, even when you growled at me - more like herding behavior like my uncle’s collie.”

Remus flushes at that. This close you can see the dozens of tiny freckles that scattered over his cheeks and down his jaw and neck. “I… have a theory,” he says quietly, like he almost can’t bring himself to say it. His gaze drops back to the bundle of cloth in your hands and you almost wonder if he would’ve tried to sneak out before you had woken up. You wouldn’t have blamed him if he did. “I think it’s some sort of passively shared consciousness? I can’t really connect to it at all, but maybe it can get a sense of my feelings? Like if I strongly disliked someone, it would probably act accordingly, and if I liked someone…” Remus trails off at that, flushing impossibly redder.

An amused little snort escapes you then and you lean forward, supporting yourself with your arms as you push yourself into his field of vision. “Is this you saying you like me, Remus?” You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you at the way you can already see him scrambling for a response, but you lean forward to press a light kiss to his cheek before he can find the words. “Cute,” you say, grinning as you watch the realization hit him. “Sit with me at breakfast?”

He nods slowly as he wraps his mind around your words, eventually letting you help him to his feet and back into his clothes. The two of you eventually make your way back to Hogwarts through the secret passage under the Whomping Willow that he shows you, taking breaks when he needs them and trading banter and kisses all the way.

And while your friends were curious about the shy Gryffindor sitting beside you at breakfast with his hand curled tight with yours, none of them questioned what really happened to you during your night in the haunted house.

[leighbaylee]

💲₊˚⊹ — make up

parring ➵ draco malfoy x m!reader

summary ➵ you like to fuck with him, just to make up with him.

warnings ➵ slight suggestive language/content!

age parring ➵ 17 - 18

extra ➵ slytherin & dominate reader. credits to @cafekitsune for banners!

many peers from any house can presume that your relationship with malfoy was endearing. unexpected definitely, but truely endearing.

dating draco was a bit difficult, he is arrogant, stubborn, has an extremely high ego, one prejudiced son of a bitch, and he constantly refuses to be manhandled in front of his fellow slytherins’.

one particular day, you had just entered the familiar common room after a long day of studying for a upcoming exam coming up later that same week.

you had also made the trip for another reason other than to study, to get your mind of your brat of a boyfriend.

but we aren’t gonna tell him are we?

you entered slumping on a arm chair, pulling our parchment after parchment of notes splattered with jet black ink.

around this time of the year, the common room being not full was expected due to exams.

you sighed and rested your chin on top of your hand. draco locking eyes with you as he came up to you.

❝ hey (l/n) ❞ he whispered as he sat his pretty little self on top of the arm rest.

you only looked up at him and raised your eyebrows as you got back to reviewing your work.

he began blabbing about harry potter, as usual. that would’ve never gotten you bothered but it was almost as if he was more interested and concerned about him more than his own boyfriend.

you groaned, proving that you weren’t listening to him.

❝ hey, what in merlin’s name is wrong with you? ❞

you scoffed as you discarded your parchments and dragged him down onto your lap, wrapping your arm around his waist. he yelped in looked around the room in habit.

❝ you constantly talk about harry, it pisses me off draco. ❞

he gulped, eyebrows furrowed, and looking down at your lips moving as you had more to say.

❝ besides you did the thing, where you check to see if anyone is around when i try to be affectionate with you! ❞

you began scolding him, he tried touching you to see if that were to able to calm you down. to no avail.

you snatched his wrist before he can touch your face.

❝look at you now, all hot and bothered.❞ you smirked as he huffed and tried to get off you.

that resulted in you propping him up, holding him up with you hands on his ass.

❝ h-huh? ❞ he gasped in response, wrapping his legs around your waist. also holding you tightly around your neck not wanting to embarrass himself anymore longer.

❝ stop it, your being annoying right now! ❞ he yelped out in a whine.

❝ draco’s so cute when he’s angry isn’t he? ❞ you teased him as you made it to your dorm dropping him into your bed getting on top of him in the process.

❝ stop it now! ❞ he growls.

you yanked on his blonde locks, forcing him to face you and you began.

❝ stop mentioning potter like he is your boyfriend you bitch boy malfoy. ❞ you scoffed at him, using his surname for extra measure.

his gaze softened as he looked up at you lips trembling, nodding profusely not wanting to anger you anymore.

❝ mhm! ❞ he whimpers, expressing his discomfort with your hair pulling.

you let go and grab his chin, adoring the cute little features draco was blessed with.

❝ you’re gorgeous yknow that? ❞ you smile at his watering eyes.

you turn him over, now him on top of you, your hand roaming under his robes.

you grabbed his chin with your other free hand and kissed him. draco melted.

he leaned forward accepting the kiss, heat rushing down his cheeks. your chests pressed together.

you only escalated by placing your hands on his ass, as you groped them.

let’s just say he never brought up the chosen one again.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[forthehpfanboys]

Thinking of getting caught in the rain with Ron. Him sneaking you into his dorm room, giggling as he uses his towel to dry your hair off. Realizing how close you are and blushing. Him offering you his spare quidditch jersey because the rain soaked through your uniform and he can lowkey see- using the weather as an excuse to cuddle. Him thinking that you're asleep and kissing your forehead 🥺

Sorry if I'm sending in too many asks I just can't stop thinking about him

- 🍒

NO BUT THIS? YES.

Him brushing your hair, if it's long enough. The way he flops down onto his bed and drags you down with him. The way he wraps his long, strong, arms around your waist and pulls you straight into his side.

The way he kisses your clean hair and greedily inhales the scent of your shampoo and just- oh god he's just got heart eyes for you.

And seeing you in HIS jersey? Is making him giggle and hid his face in the crook of his other arm because he's starting to blush.

And he adores you. He wants to kiss you while the rain keeps coming down. Fuck, he LOVES you.

[sethcertified]

「 LEARNED FROM THE MOVIES ! 」 . . . 📂

harry potter : cedric diggory

wrd count : 3.4k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . cedric is hopefully in love with [name], but had been rejected time and time again. when he learns the rom com way (rizz) to winning a person’s heart, he tries it on [name]

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . cedric diggory & male reader

It was hopeless.

That was what Cedric repeated to himself as he laid in the mess he called a bed. It seemed that every time he tried to woo you over, you rejected him! His advances always fell flat no matter how hard he tried.

His countless confessions always ended up with you giving him an awkward smile and saying later; although, by now he knew later would never come.

A frown scorned his face at the sound of the dorm's door creaking open. Cedric turned away from the soft light that poured through the door. He didn't want anyone seeing him; the hero of hufflepuff, so defeated.

"Cedric?" The familiar, feminine tilt of the voice made Cedric turn over to see who was asking for him. There stood Cho Chang; her scarf wrapped around her neck snug with a concerned expression decorating her face.

Cedric knew why she was here, but he couldn't even bother saying anything to the girl. He was hurting too much.

Small steps rang out as they got closer to Cedric's bed until they eventually stopped. A small, gentle hand placed itself on Cedric's shoulder, "Cedric?" Cho's voice was comforting and Cedric finally looked her in the eye; eyes rimmed red.

"Oh, Cedric," Cho cooed. She had never seen Cedric so hurt, but so many rejections do take it's toll at one point. Cedric was her best friend, and to see him so depressed made her heart swell in pity. "It'll be okay. If [Name] can't see that you're an amazing guy; he's dumb.

“Besides, there's ton of other fish in the sea," Cho flashed the heartbroken boy a smile to try to cheer him up, but Cedric's frown deepened.

Cedric sat up from his laid out position, brushing Cho's hand off his shoulder, "I don't want anyone else, Cho. I love him!" Cedric ran his fingers through his mop of brunette locks, "I need him to accept my feelings. I can't live without him."

Cho nodded as she processed Cedric's words.

She knew that he wouldn't accept any other propositions about what to do if it didn't end up with you in his arms. With a purse of her lips, an idea hit her. You loved rom coms! It seemed every other week you would be watching some type of muggle rom com with a love struck look in your eyes in the Ravenclaw common room.

All she needed to do now was to teach Cedric about these romance movies, so he could learn the techniques the male leads used that won your heart!

With an ambitious glint in her dark eyes, Cho took Cedric's hands and dragged him up, ready to show him the way to your heart. As the two stormed off to the Ravenclaw dorm, preparing to go through your DVD collection, they ran into the source of this adventure; you.

Your hands planted against Cedric's chest, balancing yourself before recollecting your composure and observing the two. Cho's hair has developed a bit of frizz, and the usual perfect placement of Cedric's hair was all over the place.

"Cedric! Cho! What are you two doing?" You asked as you awkwardly moved your hands away from Cedric's hard chest to your sides.

Cedric's eyes danced your face, taking in your breathtaking features as his perfect, pink lips spread open in response; leaving his lips agape with no words leaving his mouth. You had that charming yet awkward smile that usually occupied your face, and Cedric's mind had drawn a blank on the excuse he had thought of.

In luck, Cho was able to cover for Cedric who was staring at you, gaping like a fish, "We were actually looking for you!" A grimace placed itself on your face as you remembered how a few hours earlier you had rejected Cedric, and figured that that was the reason they wanted to see you. You turned to the boy with an apologetic expression, "I'm really sorry about earlier. We're good, right?" Cedric nodded dumbly before Cho cut into the conversation,

"Actually, Cedric, here is taking muggle studies, and he is doing a project on muggle movies! I always see you watching them in the common room and thought you might help him!"

Oh!" You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, "Well, I feel kinda stupid now, but, yeah, I can let you borrow some of my movies." You began to waltz off to the dorm as Cho gave Cedric a first pump from behind your back.

Cedric didn't return the enthusiasm; his attention being transfixed on the warmth your hands had left on his robes from the two of you running into each other.

The Ravenclaw dorm hadn't changed from the last time Cedric went in there to hang out with Cho. Everything had stayed the same. Cedric inhaled; getting wafted by the smell of candles, books, and ink. It smelt like you. You disappeared into the boy's dorm before coming out will a tall, leaning stack of DVDs. As you stepped forward toward the pair, the DVDS wobbled, and Cedric rushed to catch them. The tip of his fingers brushed against yours as they leaned against his chest. He sent you a cheesy smile, "That was a close one."

You nodded in agreement and moved to set the stack of movies on the tabletop. Cedric dawned a small frown at the feeling of your fingers leaving his, but quickly covered it when you turned back around to the two, "Well, here's my collection! What kind of movies are you looking for?”

Cedric stayed silent until Cho elbowed him, "Ow!" He gritted his teeth as he held his hip in pain, "Uh, Romance movies?"

Your eyes practically sparkled at the mention as you smiled like a just won the lottery and quickly sprung into a ramble, “I love romance movies! Everybody makes fun of me for liking them as much as I do with me being a guy and all, but who says guys can't like romance movies? They're always like, 'That's gay; and I'm like, 'Guess what? I am, so fuck off; but still, it is so exhausting." The glow in your eyes died down as you remembered the interaction which Cedric took immediate notice to. He placed his hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, "Well, if you ever want some company or someone to talk to about romance movies; l'm here."

Your eyes softened and the sparkle in your eye came back. You couldn't help but feel bad for never giving Cedric a chance. Sure, he was every students' dream guy with his tall, muscular body, dreamy eyes, and perfect, honeycomb eyes, but you didn't know him enough to ever consider him as a romantic option. The voice in your head that had so far been screaming at you to get away from Cedric was quiet, and you couldn't help but start to understand why everyone loved Cedric.

Cho stood to the side as she watched the two of you gaze into each others eyes like the other had hung the moon and smiled to herself. Her job here was down, and she turned away with lithe steps in the direction of the girls dorm room; planning to tell all her friends about her matchmaker activities with Hufflepuffs' golden boy and Ravenclaws' certified filmbro.

Cedric caught Cho's departure in his peripheral vision and tried to fight the urge drag her back.

What kind of wingwoman ditches mid-seduction? Your gaze followed to where Cedric's was glaring at and found that Cho had left, "Oh, Cho left. Did she have to go somewhere?"

Cedric forced a smile as he cursed at Cho internally, "Yeah, had a... thing to do in the library." You nodded and turned to your pile, trying to brush off the feelings that had overcame you while looking in Cedric's eyes.

Said boy was peering over your shoulder as you separated the movies into two piles. His brows furrowed trying to figure out how you were deciding which one you were giving him, and how he would manage to make you fall for him with them. He tapped your shoulder, "How are you separating them?"

"I'm giving you my favorite romance movies," you pointed at the huge stack, "That's all of my movies including the ones l'm giving you, so I gotta sort them out." Cedric nodded his head but wanted to keep talking to you, "Which ones are your favorites? I want to hear your thoughts on them for my project." He would pat himself on the shoulder if he could. That was one good lie.

You could feel yourself about to spring off into a ramble and scolded yourself internally. Most people shunned you for your rambles, but for some reason you couldn’t quite place, you felt comfortable enough with Cedric to let go of your embarrassment about rambling, “Well, that’s a tough question,” you chuckled nervously, “I would say 10 Things I Hate About You, The Notebook, and Flipped.”

Your fingers clenched the new found DVD of 10 Things I Hate About You, “This one is just so fun to watch, you know? My favorite scene is when the main guy, Patrick, is singing infront of everyone during her soccer practice just to apologize to her. It’s so sweet.”

Cedric felt himself fall for you even more as your eyes glowed with love, “That’s what I love about romance movies! The guys are always so devoted to proving their love. In The Notebook, he writes her a love letter everyday for a year.”

You spun around back to your collection, scouring for the other two movies. Your hand grasped the DVD for Flipped and you handed it to Cedric, “In this one, he plants a tree for her because the one she loved got cut down.” Your hands filtered through the pile as you searched for The Notebook before finally finding it, “Well, that’s all of them. I hope your project does well.”

Cedric traced the spine of the movies as he nodded nervously but with a goal set in place in his heart. If he could show you that he loved you by doing those things, you might just finally accept his feelings. He gave you a quick, "Thank you" before leaving you and preparing for the journey up ahead.

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It had taken a few try's but Cedric had figured out how to play the movies you had given him. He sat in-front of the movie that was starting with a journal and pencil in hand. The first movie was, The Notebook; and Cedric was ultra-focused on it. He remembered how you spoke so highly of the letters Noah had written Allie, and looked at the crisp, lined-sheet of paper. The quill that rested in between his fingers felt like a testament to his love for you. All he had to do know was write you something that would take your breath away.

Cedric's quill danced along the paper in swirls and loops as cursive took over the page. He wanted to make the letter look nice for you. His fingers were clenching the quill so hard to the point pain shot out of his finger tips. Cedric ignored the pain in his fingers as his letter neared to an end.

Cedric's fingers burned red as he dropped the quill onto his bed. His eyes scanned the now finished letter over and over; trying to guarantee it was perfect before he sent it off to you. With a pleased smile, Cedric set off to the owlery for you to open the letter tomorrow during breakfast.

And before he knew it, breakfast had arrived.

Cedric's eyes were latched onto you as he played around with the food on his plate anxiously. Cho sat next to you, sparing glances at Cedric every so often. Cedric had told Cho about what would happen during breakfast, and she was scouting your reaction for him.

The owls swept into the dining hall in unison, and Cedric felt his chest swell with anxiety. It wasn't exactly anonymous with the timing of it all, and knowing your brains, it wouldn't be difficult for you to figure out it was Cedric who wrote the letter; in fact, it wouldn't be difficult at all.

Your owl dropped the rolled up piece of paper onto your empty plate as it flew over your head.

Cedric had tied the paper together with a [favorite color] ribbon for more appeal, and so he could pin point that it was his letter you were opening.

He watched as your fingers delicately untied the ribbon. The letter unraveled and you began to read the heartfelt words pour out onto the paper:

"Dear [Name],

There are many things I would like to say to you, but there's only so much room on a piece of paper. That doesn't mean I didn't try though!

You are everything I have ever wanted and so much more.

Whether it's your smile or your sense of humor or your desire to please everyone around you; you have made me fall for you. And trust me when I say; I fell hard.

I didn't know what loving someone meant until I met you. I've had crushes in the past, but none of them have made me feel the way you do. You make me feel like I'm the greatest wizard in the world, and I will never be able to thank you enough for that.

I'm running out of paper, so l'll make this quick:

I love you.

Always yours..

Your eyes lifted off the paper and flickered to where Cedric sat. It was a quick glance, but it made Cedric's heart race in an emotion between hopefulness and nervousness he couldn't quite discern.

Cho's squeals rang in your ears as your mind raced. Of course you knew it was Cedric who had written the letter. The timing couldn't have been a coincidence, yet that feeling of refusal that usually swept through you when Cedric made his advances wasn't there this time. It shocked you, but you couldn't ignore the blossoming feeling in your heart.

You were falling for Cedric Diggory.

Your eyes flickered back to where the boy sat at the Hufflepuff table. Cedric was gazing at you with that look in his eyes he usually held when he confessed his feelings for you, and you couldn't help the soft, tight lipped smile that stretched across your face at the sight.

If this meant what you thought it did than you were more than enthusiastic for what was to come.

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Game day was always nerve-wracking for Cedric. The whole of Hufflepuff depended on him to make them proud, but today only one person's opinion mattered to him; yours.

The second movie you had given him was 10 Things I Hate About You, and now it was time for him to recreate the iconic scene you said you loved.

The mic shook in his hand as he waltzed out onto the stands. Everyone was there with rumors spreading about Cedric doing something special, and Cho had guaranteed you were there too. With a shaky breath, Cedric walked out onto the stadium as the steady instrumental of 'Can't Take My Eyes Off of You' began to play.

He closed his eyes as the words of the song poured out of his mouth. Cedric was by no means a good singer, but if this is what it took to get you in his arms, he would sing for the rest of his life. Cheers followed his movements as he pointed at where you sat. You were covering your face with your hand, but your eyes were crinkled in joy.

The words flowed out easier as Cedric's eyes stayed focused on you instead of the hoard of students watching him. His movements became more relaxed as he danced around on the stadium's seats before sitting among the crowds as the chorus came to an end. Cheers drowned out the stadium hurting both your and Cedric's ears. Cho pushed your hand away from your face revealing the big toothy grin that had taken over the lower half of your face. It was the happiest Cedric had ever seen you before and he mirrored your smile.

Teachers were rushing toward where Cedric sat amongst the crowd, but he could've cared less for the scowls on their faces and the strides they took toward him. Stage 2 was a success, and Cedric couldn't help the tsunami of hope washing over him that after stage 3, you would finally be his boyfriend after all these years of trying.

Unbeknownst to Cedric, his hope wasn't too far off. The letters he had been sending you since that day in the great hall sat under your bed in a beautifully decorated box you had made specifically for them, and your face held a certain warmth as you watched the teachers pull the boy by his arms away from the crowd.

You were in love with Cedric Diggory.

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The wind blew in your hair as you stood in the middle of the green, newly-cut grass field behind Hogwarts. In the letter you had been given today from a certain Hufflepuff boy, a riddle had directed you to where you now stood. Suspicions of what could be going on had racked your brain since you received today's letter from Cedric. The third movie you had given Cedric was Flipped, and if he continued his current pattern, he would be planting a tree right here for you.

Your fingers twitched against your leg as you searched the area for Cedric. You considered yourself a patient person, but at the moment, all the patience you once had was gone.

To your relief, Cedric was walking toward you; his fist clenched by his side. A seed rested in his palm. He had taken the proper precautions for planting the seed earlier before your letter was delivered, and now was the time.

The sound of footsteps coming toward you caused you to turn around. Cedric walked toward you as you waved at him with a dorky smile, "Hi."

"Hi." Cedric cleared his throat awkwardly, catching your attention, "| guess you already know why I'm here, but, uh, here I am anyways.

And I'm sure you already know what is going on His voice shook as he continued, "I have loved you since the moment I saw you, and I know you wouldn't let me show it, but I couldn't let that stop me. I know that in the past you've rejected me and you might now, but I need to do this."

You nodded as Cedric opened his fist to reveal the dark, small seed that rested against his palm, "| want to be with you. I want to keep writing love letters to you, and doing embarrassing things just to make you smile even if it means I get detention. If- if you'd like that, please take this seed."

Your eyes fell onto the seed as your hand reached out to take it, “I'd like that. I'd like that a a lot actually.” You took the seed out of his hand; examining it, "I must say, Diggory, you really know how to win a guy's heart."

Cedric laughed as he took you in his arms relief taking over him, "I learned from the best."

"True." you added with a small giggle, "I do want my movies back though."

"No way." Cedric joked as he shook his head, "| like them too much now to give them back."

"Don't press your luck, Diggory. l've rejected you before, and I can reject you again" You playfully glared at the boy who was just grinning at you as giddy as ever, "Okay! Fine! We can share."

Cedric smiled against the top of your head as daydreams of laying with you took over his mind while the two of you watched one of your many rom coms.

"We really should plant this tree now." you whispered.

"Yeah, we should"

The two of you separated away from the hug as you bent down to the freshly dug hole in the ground. Cedric's hand cupped yours as you placed the seed into the hole, his fingers interlocking with yours, "I love you"

"I love you too."

Cedric couldn't help but kiss you like he had dreamed of doing all these years. It was as heavenly as he had imagined, and couldn't help but thank the movies that had helped him win you over and into his arms.

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sirius : [try to warning harry and male reader about voldemort] voldemort is after something, something he didn't have last time.

harry : [concern] what is it-

male reader : [don't give a flying fuck about voldemort] is it a nose?

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Study Date

Draco Malfoy x Male Reader

A/N: This requested over on our Wattpad! I really hope this is okay. Always, if there's anything you think should be changed, just let me know!

You loved to spend your evenings in the library, the smell of ageing pages and vintage furniture always made you feel comfortable. Of course, you weren’t just here to admire your surroundings, but to actually study.

Most of your classes you had, were with your boyfriend, Draco. And somehow, it became harder and harder to focus on classes and get work done. The two of you gossiping as your classes went on without you. Only truly focusing in your Potion’s classes, too afraid to be faced with Snape’s discipline.

That brings you to now, sitting behind a withering table on a just as old chair, as the lamp in front of you flickered ever-so-slightly. You lift your head, stretching your neck as you tear your eyes from the book that felt excruciatingly longer than it was, turning to your mumbling boyfriend.

His book laid open on the table and his hands were quick to copy the printed words onto a yellow-tinted parchment, the hushed words falling from his mouth as he wrote them. As he dips his quill, he glanced your way, noticing your eyes on him.

Leaving the quill in the inkwell, he faces you, a couple bones popping as he shifts out of his previously uncomfortable position. His eyes soften as they fall on you, a small tired smile creeping its way onto his face.

Your lips mimic his, it wasn’t often you saw Draco this relaxed, it was truly a sight for sore eyes. It almost made you sad, his smile not as familiar as it used to be. You sigh, that wasn’t a thought for now.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this before I either fall asleep or my hand falls off.” He shakes his hand awake as he lets out a scoff, you chuckle, agreeing with him. “I can barely keep my eyes open anymore.” You rub your palms against your aching eyes, trying to keep them open just a little longer.

“I say we take a break.” He leans back in his chair as he crosses his arms. “We’ve been at this for hours.” You hear a slight whine in his voice, you couldn’t deny, a break sounded great right about now. You nod, bringing your arms above your head, exaggeratingly stretching as you groaned.

Once your arms dropped, you brought one to the boy beside you, resting your hand against his cheek. His eyes flutter shut as he digs himself further into your touch, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, bringing you closer.

A tense breath left his lips “I missed you, this.” You let out a little chuckle. “We’re with each other almost all day, every day.” His eyes open back up to send you a playful glare, his other hand sending a soft hit to your leg. “You know what I meant. It’s not often we get peaceful moments, like these, to ourselves.”

You respond, a grin still slightly evident on your face. "I suppose this is nice, I can't say I haven't missed being with you, like this." Your thumb starts to draw little circles against his cold cheek. He hums, clearly enjoying the feeling of your warmer hand.

"You're truly gorgeous, Draco." You watch as pink starts to find its way on his face, his lips slightly twitching before he sunk into your shoulder. You both let out your own quiet laughs, his head dipping into the crook of your neck.

Your hand falls from his cheek, slowly grazing over his body before stopping against his lower back, your fingers twiddling with his loose robes. He follows your movements, bringing his arms around you and holding his hands against your own back.

“You’re too kind to me.” You feel Draco’s smile against your neck as he talks. Your head starts to lightly shake as you whisper back to him. “Only as kind as you deserve.” His head lifts back up, only a few inches from your face. “Thank you.” You feel his light breath fan against your lips before he presses his lips against your own.

The kiss is chaste, full of love and longing as you tangle your hand into his hair, pulling him deeper into you. His hands reach to your neck, wrapping around before slightly pulling you lower into him. The both of you part, breathlessly gasping before reconnecting.

He slowly pulls away after a few seconds, his cheeks about as red as his swelling lips. A comforting silence fills the room as your fingers comb through his hair, brushing down the messy flyaways. Draco slightly hums at the touch, eyes falling shut again.

Draco sighs as he falls back into you. "How are you feeling, Love?" You gently scratch against his scalp before he mumbles against you. "Mhmm.. Just tired." You nod, slightly pulling him off of you.

"C'mere." You lean back as you tap your thighs. He drozily lifts out of his chair, taking a seat in your lap. You keep your torso tilted back as his body completely falls into yours, arms wrapped around your shoulders as he lays his head in your neck.

"Rest well, Draco." Your hand draws and lightly drags around his back, your lips placing a soft kiss against his forehead. He whispers back a "G'night" before you hear his light snores.

A/N: I honestly enjoyed writing this, give me more Draco requests pleasee (jk)

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OLD PAIN, NEW HAPPINESS | Remus Lupin – Son! Male Reader.

Summary: Voldemort was back, and Remus was terrified. Not for him, but for his son, who insisted on associating with The Order of the Phoenix. Still, they had time to remind each other how much they loved.

Warnings: Fluff, a lot of fluff because this man deserves happiness. Some Angst (Remus' past, the wars, u know), Second Wizarding War, Reader's mother is not present because who needs a mother when your father is Remus Lupin, Reader and Remus are very affectionate, Remus being the dad I wish I had, idk I just love him so much. Enjoy!

Btw, english is not my first language so there may be some errors in my writing. I'm still learning!

Remus never really believed he would be a father. He was terrified of being one, actually. The possibility that his child could inherit his condition had distanced him from the idea. But, to his surprise, just a few years after finishing his studies at Hogwarts Remus already found himself with a son. It wasn't planned at all. Remus was terrified when he found out. [Y/N] had arrived at the worst time he could have arrived. Remus was struggling to support himself financially and the first wizarding war was beginning. It wasn't a good idea to add a baby to all that, a baby that Remus feared would inherit his condition. Remus didn't want it, he was terrified. He didn't even love the woman he had slept with. The moment he found out that [Y/N]'s mother was pregnant, everything seemed like a nightmare. But everything changed when he finally held his baby son in his arms for the first time. He was so small, so innocent, that Remus couldn't help but feel the immense need to protect him. To take care of that little being that was, in some way, a part of him. That was how Remus, with thousands of obstacles and full of fear, raised his son. On his own. Since when [Y/N] was born, his mother gradually distanced herself from his life. By the time [Y/N] could speak Remus no longer knew anything about her. And Remus didn't do anything to stop her either. The woman was not interested in her son, she did not give [Y/N] anything good, so she was better off away from their lives.

Years had passed and his son had become a teenager. To his relief, [Y/N] had not inherited lycanthropy from him. Remus lived every day in fear that perhaps one day his son would wake up and that horrible condition that had tormented him for so many years would now torment [Y/N] too. But that never happened. And his son was just a normal teenager, without any trace of lycanthropy in him. And Remus was completely pleased.

[Y/N] was, among other things, somewhat stubborn. And he had inherited that from him. So Remus had no one to blame but himself. When the dark times returned and the feared name began to resonate among the people again, [Y/N] was the only one of the minors who wanted to join the order with him. Remus flatly refused. He wasn't going to let his son get involved with such dangerous things. But Dumbledore, who seemed to find pleasure in going against Remus' wishes, had decided that [Y/N] should be in the order, along with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Remus was upset with that decision, but Dumbledore and [Y/N] himself were against him, and there wasn't much he could do. [Y/N] wanted to be in the order. [Y/N] wanted to help his father, and the cause. Although in Remus' opinion a boy like him shouldn't be worrying about such things (even though Remus knew perfectly well that he acted exactly like [Y/N] when he was his age. But when it came to his son it was different. His son's safety was the most important thing to him). Remus had no choice but to accept it, but he put many conditions in between. Because he wouldn't stand by and watch Dumbledore do whatever he wanted with his son. He would protect him, one way or another. Because it was his boy they were talking about. And Remus was, although he didn't like to admit it, somewhat -very- protective of him.

That was how Remus managed to accompany his son on all his missions. They weren't complicated things, this time [Y/N] had to get something from Dumbledore's vault at Gringotts. Father and son walked through the snow-filled streets, their feet making a satisfying noise every time they took a step. It was winter, the houses were covered in snow and people wore scarves that covered most of their bodies. It was a particularly cold winter. Even for Remus, who was a cold-tolerant person. They were both walking in silence when Remus heard [Y/N] sniffle, for what would be the fourth time in twenty minutes. Remus glanced at his son, noticing that his nose was red, probably because of all the times he had sniffled. [Y/N] was unsheltered for how cold it was, he was not wearing a scarf or gloves. And Remus could tell that his son was cold. Every little blizzard made the teenager shiver.

“What have I told you?” Remus said, stopping walking and turning to his son “You need to stay sheltered in cold weather like this.” His voice sounded somewhat stern, but he wasn't really angry. Although he remembered telling [Y/N] to make sure he dressed warmly before leaving the house. But he was just worried. His son was so focused on pleasing Dumbledore that he forgot to take care of himself. And that bothered Remus (although he didn't know if it bothered him more that his son was so absent-minded or that he so desperately sought Dumbledore's approval. Maybe he was a little jealous).

“Dad, I'm fine” [Y/N] said, sounding like the teenager he was. Trying to make light of the matter.

“I can see you shivering, [Y/N]” Remus said, pulling a handkerchief out of his coat pocket. “Let me see that nose.”

“I can do it on my own” [Y/N] said, taking the handkerchief and blowing his nose. Remus smiled, chuckling softly. [Y/N] looked like a stubborn little child, with the tip of his nose red. It reminded him of when [Y/N] was a little boy and used to catch colds in the winter. Remus could hardly help himself from stroking [Y/N]’s hair.

“There you go, there's a good boy.” He said and [Y/N] stuck his tongue out at him, Remus giggled. “I told you it was cold outside, why didn't you bring a scarf?” Remus said as he brushed some snowflakes out of [Y/N]'s hair.

“I didn't think it was that cold,” [Y/N] said and Remus sighed, but then smiled, amused. He just couldn't stay mad at his son.

“You are too stubborn to be my son.”

“Shut up” Remus let out a soft laugh, feeling the domestic atmosphere between them.

“Language, boy, you don't talk to your father like that” he said, smiling at him. “Here, I don't want you to catch a cold.” Remus took off his scarf, wrapping it around [Y/N]'s neck. [Y/N] let his father do it, because although he didn't want to admit it, he was freezing to death. The scarf was warm, and it smelled like his father. He buried his nose in it, enjoying the involuntary comfort it gave him.

“Thanks” [Y/N] said, a little more relaxed. Remus smiled kindly at him.

“You're welcome, son... Now, let's go, or we'll miss the train.” [Y/N] nodded, following his father. Walking close to him. Trying to somehow get some of the heat of Remus' body.

Luckily for [Y/N], the train arrived before his feet froze. He entered the train hurriedly, ahead of Remus, who giggled at his son's haste. The train was a bit empty so he sat in the first seat he found. Settling into it. Inside the train it was much warmer than outside, so it was a nice feeling. He looked out the window, thoughtful. Many things had been happening in his life, things out of his control, like the approaching war. He knew his father's past in the order, and everything he had done during the first war, and he didn't want to sit idly by. He didn't want to be left behind. He wanted to help, even in the smallest way. Even doing Dumbledore's stupid errands. [Y/N] wanted to be there, present. Doing at least something. He knew he shouldn't be worrying about such things, as his father had told him several times, but [Y/N], as stupid as it sounded, felt somehow destined to do something. His family, his father, were closely involved with Voldemort and the war. His best friend was the chosen one, for God's sake. [Y/N] had a much better chance of helping than anyone else, and he would.

[Y/N] seemed deep in thought, because he didn't notice Remus' gaze on him. Not until he turned around and saw his father smiling at him. He couldn't help but smile too. “What?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking what a handsome son I have” Remus said, a tinge of pride in his eyes. [Y/N] giggled, somewhat embarrassed. But he wouldn't shy away in front of his father.

“I got it from my dad” He said, and it wasn't a lie. He had seen photos of his father as a young man. “The casanova of Gryffindor tower, huh?” He teased, he remembered seeing writings from the marauders in his father's old notebooks calling him that. Remus' eyes widened slightly, he didn't expect that. Then his cheeks turned red and he giggled sheepishly.

“You got me, son” Remus said, feeling a little shy. “The Marauders and I used to give each other very curious nicknames.”

“Oh come on dad, don't be so modest”

Remus chuckled “Fine, fine, let's say that in my youth some considered me attractive” [Y/N] rolled his eyes, smiling. Sharing a giggle with his father. He remained smiling for a few seconds, but then his smile faded from his face. He sighed, getting closer to Remus snuggling against him, hiding his face in his father's neck. Remus put an arm around him, holding him close. Letting his son settle on him.

“What is it, my son?” he asked softly, stroking [Y/N]'s arm. Remus knew his son was worried, overwhelmed with everything that had been happening.

“Nothing…” [Y/N] said against his father's shoulder, closing his eyes and sinking into the warmth of his father's arms. Perceiving in his father's clothes the aroma of books and hot chocolate that reminded him so much of him. Trying to forget everything and become a child again. Without fear, without war, without the order. Just him and his dad. Remus understood that, and stopped insisting, knowing that [Y/N] would speak when he felt ready to do so. Remus nuzzled [Y/N]'s arm, burying his nose in his hair, leaving a moment of comfortable silence between them. After a few minutes, [Y/N] spoke again. “...I heard you arguing with Dumbledore” he said, without moving his face from his shoulder. Remus knew what he was talking about. That last week he had had many arguments with Dumbledore, it was to be expected that one of them would reach [Y/N]'s ears. Still, Remus felt bad that [Y/N] heard it. The discussion was about him after all. “I know you don't want me here... In the order” [Y/N] said and Remus sighed.

“It's not about you, son... You know I worry about you, about your safety... You shouldn't be involved in this” he said softly, his voice low. Talking to him gently, trying to make him understand. Remus really wanted his son out of all that. He was terrified that his son was involved in the war, fighting against those people, fighting against the man who had taken so many loved ones from him. “You don't know what you're getting into, [Y/N].”

“Yes I do.”

“No you don't” Remus raised his voice a little, but quickly lowered it again. “Listen, son, the war... It has brought a lot of pain in my life... I have lost so many friends, so many people I loved... And I don't want to lose you too.” Remus confessed, letting his son see a little of his vulnerability. The pain he has been carrying for so many years. And his fear of losing the only loved one he still had left; his son.

“...You're not going to lose me”

“You can't know that, [Y/N]” Remus said, somewhat sternly. He sighed “This is not a game, [Y/N], this man is… unpredictable, a murderer who would not hesitate to kill you if he must” He said softly, stroking [Y/N]'s hair. “I know you're brave, and too stubborn for your own good, and that you want to help... But believe me, son, when I tell you that war is horrible… You don't want to be part of this, you don't want to go through all the things I've been through.”

[Y/N] was silent for a moment, thinking. And then he looked up. “I really want to do this, dad… I know you're worried about me, I understand... But I feel like this is the right thing to do.”

Remus sighed “[Y/N]”

“No, listen… All my life I've known about the horrors of war... About all the people he killed and... About Uncle James... And if that happens again... if I can prevent that from happening... I think it's my duty to do it.” [Y/N] said, but Remus didn't look convinced “Dad please… You did the same as me, you know why I'm doing this.”

“That doesn't mean you should do it.”

“I know, but... I want to, dad, I want to be a part of this... I want to help.” [Y/N] looked at Remus with puppy dog eyes. “Besides, Dumbledore wants me here. And if he wants me here he must have reasons to do so.”

Remus snorted “Of course, because Dumbledore is amazing and has never made a stupid decision in his life.” Remus said sarcastically, not hiding the disgust in his voice. [Y/N] looked at him surprised and then giggled. Remus didn't often show his displeasure with people so openly, much less Dumbledore.

“You don't like him, don't you?” he said, amused. Remus sighed, his lips curling into a smile.

“Dumbledore is a great wizard, and he has done a lot for me and for the order, no one can deny that. But I have a few strong disagreements with the man. He's not as infallible as he thinks he is”. [Y/N] chuckled, he liked that side of his father. He moved closer to Remus again, snuggling against him. Remus kissed his hairline. “You're gonna be the end of me.”

“Probably” he smiled “...I love you”

Remus smiled, unable to stop a feeling of warmth from flooding his chest. A mix of happiness and nostalgia. Remus couldn't help but notice how much his boy had grown. How he almost couldn't fit in his arms anymore and how he now seemed to love going against him.

“I love you too, son.” He said, squeezing [Y/N]'s shoulder and pressing him against his chest. Resting his cheek on his son's hair. Enjoying the tranquility of the moment as the snow fell outside the windows and the train continued its journey.

Remus had a rough past. He had been bitten when he was just a boy. He had gone through a war. He had lost many loved ones. He hadn't been the luckiest person and his life had been tainted with a lot of pain along the way. His life had taken a turn when he found out that he would be a father, and that now he had to take care of someone other than himself. A small, fragile life that he thought he was too rough to take care of. How wrong he was. That little baby wrapped in blankets like a burrito had meant more to him than Remus ever believed. And now that baby was grown, and he argued with him like it was his favorite thing. As if he loved making him nervously worried. Remus loves and loved many people, but his son was his everything. The day [Y/N] was born meant a new beginning, where he would leave the pain of the past behind and give way to new happiness. A kind of happiness he had never felt before, a kind of love he had never felt before. One that would not erase, but would heal the wounds of past pain. Turning them into scars that one day he would learn to appreciate. Remus had a rough past, he was no stranger to pain. But neither to love.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Out of the night

Harry Potter x Male Reader

Request - Harry Potter x male reader, after the war Harry’s still getting nightmares and reader just comforts him

Winning the war of fighting Lord Voldemort and his army, was extremely hard. After the war, everything didn't go back to normal right away. It took a while and a lot of people died during the war, so everyone is still grieving. You moved in with Harry and he likes living with you. At first, you and Harry became distant but slowly started to talk to each other about anything.

“Harry, are you okay?” You asked.

You are in the kitchen with him.

“I'm fine. Why do you ask?” Harry asked.

“Last night, I walked by your bedroom heading to the bathroom and I heard you mumbling. I slowly opened the door and you were having a nightmare before I can wake you up then you jumped out of your sleep” You said.

“Y/n, I'm fine okay. You don't need to babysit me I'm not a kid” Harry said.

“I didn't mean it like that. I thought if you need to talk to someone well I'm here for you” You said.

“I have to go,” Harry said.

Harry left the apartment and you sighed. You do get nightmares and sometimes you talk about it with Sirius Black. But you don't want to pressure Harry into talking about it.

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The next night, you stayed up late watching tv. You heard something and you put the volume down, then you get out of your bedroom. You heard Harry scream and you run to his bedroom, and you start to wake him up.

“Harry! Harry wake up” You said.

You keep shaking his shoulders then he starts to wake up. He sat up and he is breathing hard then he puts on his glasses.

“It was a dream, it's not real,” You said.

“It felt so real, Y/n,” Harry said breathing hard.

“I will make some tea,” You said.

“Okay,” Harry said.

You leave the bedroom and head to the kitchen. You start to boil the water and Harry went to the bathroom. He starts to wash his face then he sighed now he dries his face with the towel. Harry went to the kitchen and sits down and you give him his tea.

“Y/n how do you it?” Harry asked.

“Do what?” You asked.

“Pretend that you are fine,” Harry said.

He drinks his tea and you did the same.

“I have to keep going forward. There are times I don't want to talk about it but I have someone to talk about it, who understands me. I don't want you to feel alone that you can't say anything to me about it” You said.

“I’m sorry that I have been a jerk to you, Y/n,” Harry said.

“It's okay, I understand,” You said.

You keep drinking your tea. You and Harry are feeling tired. You didn't want him to be alone and he lets you stay in his bedroom. You lie down first then he lies next to you, but you fell asleep first then he fell asleep later.

While sleeping, you put your arm around him. He moved closer to you and he holds your hand. Harry didn't have another nightmare and he feels calm throughout the night.

[arriansarchive]

Harry Potter/Male/Ravenclaw!Reader (smut)

Okay change from my stranger things/other works

I like harry Potter too, so I decided I would give it the good college try

Warnings: smut(?), horny people, uhhhh idioticy, idk if this is top sub or bottom dom reader but I hate bottom sub!reader so it's not that

I just wanna clarify that you and Harry are still friends in this, so he's all confused and shit

Eighth year shenanigans, but the battle never happened and everything's happy

Words: 1201

Summary: You seek out Harry after your quidditch game to fulfill some desires you've been harboring since practice that afternoon.

Harry was simply walking down the deserted hallways after finishing some herbology work, minding his own business, whenever he got pulled into an abandoned classroom abruptly.

There were no students close enough to him to hear the small scuffle between him and his capturer.

His arm was grabbed from inside the pitch black room, and he almost let out a strangled yelp if it wasn't for the hand that was on his mouth.

Harry wasn't frail, but he also wasn't strong or stocky, so it was easy for somebody even a little bigger than him to push him around. He was victim of a few pushes and pulls from people who didn't like him here or there, so he knew this for a fact.

Harry remembered that your quidditch game had ended a few moments ago and considered the fact that it might be one of your teammates pranking him with you.

You were the seeker on the Ravenclaw quidditch team; the star of all the games, and he knew you loved it.

You had been cocky since day one, and it's just gotten more prominent over the years. It wasn't insufferable to be around you or anything, but you were quite the handful sometimes.

Once he stumbled into the dark room, Harry pulled the hand off of his mouth.

"Who the hell just pulled me in here?" He asked.

A light flickered on, and he recognized your face almost immediately.

"Hush, Harry, and tell me if you'll help me get off." You quickly demanded, pulling him towards you with a desperate look.

"What in the name of Merlin are you doing, Y/N?" Harry had a puzzled expression.

"Tell me!" You shook him a little while your eyes basically bulged out of your head in anticipation.

Harry looked you up and down, his eyes widening as he realized what was happening when he looked at your crotch.

"Oh." He paused to rub at his neck. "I've never really thought about you like that, Y/N, but I suppose it wouldn't be too bad."

"Great!"

You had no hesitation while practically ripping Harry's uniform off, buttons flying this way and that. He gasped at the cold air that grazed his skin and began to pull your clothes off as well. He thought of the long conversation he's going to have to have with Miss McGonagall over his uniform.

"Right to the point, huh?" Harry teased and unzipped your fly.

You grunted whenever he grabbed and squeezed you softly. He put just enough pressure to shoot a stab of long awaited pleasure up your spine.

"I've been dying since quidditch practice this afternoon, and you have no idea how long I've waited for you to do this." You said.

Harry started sliding his hand up and down quickly. You let out a few strangled groans and bit your sleeve to keep your pleasure from going out your mouth.

He stopped for a second to pull out his wand with his free hand and cast a silencing charm, looking at you expectantly with a smirk.

"Fuck you." You exhaled and took your sleeve out of your mouth.

Harry put his wand away after seeing you look down at it with an annoyed expression. He found it amusing that you wanted him to touch you so much.

He looked at you almost lovingly; it kind of made you sick to your stomach. You had never thought of Harry that way until tonight either, but you usually act on impulse, and this is no different.

You tried to convince yourself in that moment that you were definitely not in love with Harry Potter, but you were failing miserably. The way his brown eyes looked into yours made your knees buckle.

You needed him. Badly.

"Shit, Harry." You panted. "Can you just jack me off already?"

He patted your shoulder with his non-dick-filled hand and chuckled shortly, making electricity shoot up in your stomach. "No."

Your eyebrows furrow and you tugged his hand off of you, turned, and pinned Harry against the wall. "What the hell do you mean no?" You inquired.

His look of confidence faltered to one of submission but quickly resolved itself back into determination.

He smiled sadistically and leaned into your ear. "You love me?" He asked.

You looked at him through your half lidded peripheral vision in confusion.

"If you do, then you will trust where I'm going with this, Y/N."

You huffed out a breath of annoyance at your dominance practically being stripped away, but right now you would do anything if it just meant you could cum.

He gently turned you back against the wall and took you in his hand again. You struggled back a groan as pre-cum leaked out of you.

Harry hummed a little as he circled ur tip a few times before getting down on his knees and put both hands around you.

"You're sure about this?" He asked.

You found it stupid that he was asking you this but see the beneficial side of it.

"Wasn't I the one who asked you to do this?"

"Y/N, sometimes your first opinion doesn't matter because you do things without thinking. I'm just asking."

You roll your eyes slightly until shutting them quickly at Harry shoving you down his throat swiftly.

You moan out into the quiet, desolate room, silencing charm shutting you out from the rest of the loud world.

You feel his throat constrict around you as he pulls on and off quickly. You felt Harry's cheeks hollow out and his tongue flick around your slit a few times before he pops off and smiles up at you.

"Where are you cumming?" He asked.

You looked down with a dumb expression on your face. "Where can I?"

"How about I show you?"

He puts his mouth back around you and rapidly slides up and down. You reach both of your hands down and tangle them in his hair.

You feel yourself pull him down further. He gags a little with what sounded like a small groan after he pulls off.

Your eyes gaze down to him, feeling guilty. "Are you okay?" You ask.

"Keep doing it." Harry pants with a smirk on his face.

You felt yourself twitch at his words and his sly tone. You couldn't help but feel a sinister smile grow into your face as you pushed him all the way back onto you.

Your hands guided his head across you harshly. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, and he moaned around you.

The vibration almost did you in, but whenever you saw Harry's face looking up at you, it immediately pushed you over the edge.

You came down his throat, and he pulled off hurriedly, swallowing all of it.

He licked his lips and stood up. He was almost right in front of your face, so close that you could see all the individual colors in his eyes.

"Y/N, I have one last question." He said softly and cupped one of your cheeks in his hand.

You egged him on with a movement of your hand.

"Do you love me?"

"I think that's a little obvious, Harry."

[hpsluts]

Shower Room Fun | George Weasley x Male! Reader

"Agh, fuck you're tight." A moan rang out across the shower room, the sound of George slamming into you filled the area.

"T-Too rough- Ah!" You were interrupted by George, his hand slapping your ass. The sting made you whimper while your ass turned red.

"What was that, hm? Did you say you want more?" He asked sarcastically as he began to ram into you with no mercy. You could feel his cock deep inside you, filling you completely, your hole twitching uselessly around him.

His hand buried itself in your hair, pulling you up by it. Before you could grasp what was happening his lips were on yours, tongue invading your mouth lewdly.

His tongue dominated your mouth, leaving you helpless to do anything but to moan into it. He expertly pressed his tongue against yours, a rough groan leaving him.

He withdrew from the kiss, smirk painting his face, saliva still on his lips. He gave your ass another spank, groping it harshly.

"Don't worry, Love. By the time we're done you'll be addicted to my cock."

You could only nod helplessly.

You knew he was right.

[khami-the-raccoon]

Hello! How are you?

Could you do Viktor Krum x Russian!Reader? Reader has a heavy accent, knows little english, and has social anxiety? People think that Reader is mean, but they don’t like talking to others and they like to stay quiet?

Hello! I’m doing great, thank you. And also thank you for your request! I loved the idea, I hope this was good! Also, I wrote a male reader, but if you prefer it being gender neutral I can change it, don’t worry!

Viktor Krum x Russian! Male reader

Summary: Viktor Krum x male reader, where reader is Russian and has a heavy accent, also he has social anxiety, and people think he is mean.

Word count: 964

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Y/N had always been an outcast at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His heavy Russian accent, made him stand out like a rare, exotic bird in a mundane flock. He was a boy of few words, for fear that each utterance would be met with judgment and ridicule.

Social anxiety wrapped around Y/N like an invisible shroud, casting a shadow on his every interaction. The mere thought of approaching his classmates sent his heart pounding like a racing Hippogriff. It wasn't that he didn't want to make friends; he longed for companionship more than anything. It was simply that the fear of rejection and mockery had built an impenetrable fortress around his heart.

The rumors about Y/N didn't help his situation. Whispers and hushed conversations filled the halls, with students calling him "mean" and "unapproachable." The Russian boy would often hear conversations of people gossiping, it all started with somebody asking “have you ever talked to that guy over there?” While pointing at Y/N, “why would I? Everyone says he is so mean and cold, I don’t like that kind of people! They’re so annoying!” Answered the other person, and Y/N would just walk away, trying not to cry.

He was like an enigmatic puzzle, but one whose solution seemed beyond anyone's grasp. The isolation and negative attention weighed heavily on his heart, leading to lonely evenings and countless nights spent contemplating his place in the magical world.

One day, while Y/N was sitting in the library, engrossed in a book about magical creatures, a shadow fell across his table. He looked up to see Viktor Krum, the renowned Quidditch player and Durmstrang champion. Viktor's presence, like a beacon of hope, elicited a mixture of excitement and anxiety in Y/N. He had watched Viktor's Quidditch matches with admiration, but now the champion was standing before him.

"May I sit here?" Viktor asked, his deep voice resonating with warmth and kindness. Y/N's heart raced, and he felt a rush of anxiety, but he managed a nod. Viktor took a seat across from him, his dark eyes filled with a curiosity that felt genuine.

"Y/N, is it?" Viktor inquired, pronouncing his name with precision. Y/N nodded again, his cheeks turning a shade of pink, and he barely managed to respond with a quiet, "Yes."

Viktor smiled gently. "I have heard things about you, but I do not believe everything I hear. People can be quick to judge."

Y/N bit his lip, trying to suppress his anxiety. "I'm not as bad as they say I am," he managed to say, his voice shaky but earnest.

Viktor leaned in closer, creating a cocoon of intimacy within the library's quiet confines. "I believe you," he said, his gaze unwavering. "Sometimes, people misunderstand shyness for rudeness."

As weeks turned into months, Viktor continued to visit Y/N in the library. Their conversations began with simple topics, like Quidditch and favorite magical creatures, but slowly progressed to deeper subjects. Y/N felt his anxiety easing in Viktor's presence, and he found solace in their friendship.

One day, Viktor approached the table in the library where Y/N usually sat, and was surprised, as he saw Y/N laying his head in the table and softly crying.

“Y/N… what happened?” Viktor asked, trying not to sound harsh and instead offering Y/N comfort. The Russian boy looked up at Viktor and sobbed. “They keep making fun of me…” Y/N said while shaking. Viktor looked at him sadly “I’m so sorry Y/N…” he said. And offered Y/N a hug, which he gladly accepted.

As they sat together, Viktor said, "Y/N, you're an amazing person. Don't let what others say define you. I see the kindness and intelligence in you." Y/N's eyes shimmered with gratitude, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of self-confidence, he stopped crying and smiled softly.

With Viktor's support and guidance, Y/N's social anxiety began to diminish. He started to interact with other students and gradually opened up to new friendships. The gossip about him being "mean" slowly faded away, replaced by a newfound understanding of his true nature.

But the most profound change was the love that bloomed between Y/N and Viktor. Their connection deepened, and their hearts became entwined. In Viktor's arms, Y/N found not just love but also the strength to overcome his fears and anxieties.

They often found themselves sneaking off to secluded spots in the Hogwarts grounds. It was in one of these quiet moments, beneath a blanket of stars, that Y/N finally shared his deepest fear with Viktor.

"Viktor, I want to be brave like you. I want to be able to speak without my voice trembling and not hide from others. But it's so hard," Y/N confessed, his eyes filled with vulnerability.

Viktor's response was filled with tenderness. "Y/N, you are already brave. You've faced your fears, and you continue to do so every day. You don't need to change who you are. You are perfect just the way you are." Viktor said, and finally kissed the boy he loved with all his heart.

Y/N smiled, his cheeks turning a pink color. He was feeling the warmth of Viktor's words wrap around his heart like a protective shield. With Viktor by his side, he began attending social gatherings and even participated in his first Quidditch match, his anxiety slowly becoming a distant memory.

Their love story became an inspiration to those around them. The students who once believed Y/N was "mean" now saw the kindness and strength within him. And it was Viktor's unwavering support that had transformed Y/N's life.