#harrypotterfics

[mentally-in-northern-italy]

midnight feasts and evening strolls — c.d.

Summary: Aside from thinking up clever retorts to practically everything, you had always been quite fond of midnight feasts. Aside from being reduced to a blushing mess at said clever retorts, Cedric had always been quite fond of you.

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x fem!ravenclaw!reader

Word Count: ~4.1K

A/N: i'm so down bad for this man. possibly one of my most simple yet the most fun to write fics ever. i loved writing for cedric so expect a lottt more of that in the future!!! enjoy!

—

Cedric knew it was too good to be true when his midnight patrols were going a little too well. 

It was eerily quiet in the castle, with Cedric producing the only sounds heard in the night. He hadn’t caught any students out of their dormitories tonight. A truly novel feat. 

It wasn’t unusual for him to reprimand one or two lost first years nightly. Although, how they managed to be lost for two hours past curfew, he had no idea. 

Partly surprised and partly pleased, he had made it all the way around the castle, on his way to the dungeons to finally call it a night. The soft rustling of his cloak against the stone floor soon came to a halt, however, when he heard a faint thud in the distance. 

He exhaled deeply out of his nose before turning back the way he came to find the culprit. It really did seem too good to be true – and he was absolutely right. He would be catching a student tonight, after all.

He retraced his steps until he wasn’t even sure if he had actually heard anything or simply imagined the sound due to his recent lack of sleep. It certainly wouldn’t surprise him if it were the latter. He had a lot on his mind lately and while these midnight strolls usually seemed to clear his mind, they weren’t proving particularly helpful tonight. 

Rubbing his sleepy eyes once, he decided that it really was too late tonight to chase a potentially imaginary student around the castle. He rounded a corner that he was pretty sure would lead him to the dungeons as you collided into his chest with a thud, dropping the contents of your hands.

“Shit!” you exclaimed as you bent down at once to recollect them all. The house elves were not going to be pleased to see you back at the kitchen doors for a second time tonight.  

Finally overcoming his shock at encountering a strange girl with handfuls of biscuits, crisps and the occasional pastries, Cedric found his voice again. “Hey! It’s two hours past curfew. You’re not supposed to be here.” 

“Pfft,” you excused his scolding without glancing up. “What are you going to do? Take five points from Ravenclaw? Go ahead. We’re too far ahead of every other house this year anyway.” 

Cedric furrowed his brows as he blinked, taken aback and at a severe loss for words. Realization flooded his brain at once at your snarky remark and he exhaled again. Of course he had to run into you tonight, of all people. 

You had earned quite a reputation in your year for your sharp tongue and even quicker wit. He couldn’t remember a single class in the past seven years of his Hogwarts career in which you hadn’t raised your hand politely to interrupt and correct whatever professor was giving the lecture. You had even done it to Snape a few times and Cedric had only been able to blink in stunned silence every time. 

Though Cedric would never admit it, it was getting increasingly difficult to conceal the little crush he had developed on the pretty Ravenclaw girl that always had a clever quip on the tip of her tongue. 

That very fact was evidenced by his odd behaviour tonight: he couldn’t help but remain standing awkwardly as he watched you gather your things on the cold stone floor, your hair illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the castle windows and your robes impossibly ruffled after the collision. 

As you finally turned your gaze upwards, standing back up and brushing your robe off, you raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Diggory?” You questioned in confusion. 

“Er,” he began, trying his best to regain his composure. “Yes.” Cedric found himself thanking Merlin that you two were alone right now. His friends would never let him live this down if they were to see this. “What are you doing here, [Y/L/N]?” 

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied simply as your eyes roamed Cedric’s face. You had never seen him up close before, though all the girls in your year had made it a personal mission to do so at least once in their academic life. He was already impossibly dashing from afar but this was a different thing altogether. It was like he glowed. 

“So you raided the kitchen?” he questioned as his lips tugged upwards slightly. He tried to ignore how his eyes seemed to catch on how you licked your lips as you thought of an answer or how your nose twitched at his attempt at humour.  

“I couldn’t sleep and I was really hungry,” you amended with a quick roll of your eyes, which only made Cedric smile wider. He soon reigned it back, though. He really hoped you couldn’t see how hard he was trying to feign nonchalance. “I was just about to head back actually.” You clarified.

As you started to take a few steps forward, with your pile of snacks balanced haphazardly in your arms, a packet of crisps tumbled to the floor yet again, followed by multiple packets of cookies. You cast Cedric a sheepish look. Cedric cast you a thoroughly amused one. 

With a fond smile still playing on his lips, he picked your snacks up from the floor, placing them back in your arms. It wasn’t long before they tumbled back to the floor. Cedric watched this with amusement, paying close attention at the huff you let out and the slight pout of your lips and the soft furrow in your brows and–

“Diggory?” You called expectantly.

He blinked a few times as you addressed him, his love-struck smile dropping altogether.  He wondered if he was supposed to know what to do at this moment. He opened his mouth to say something before closing it again. 

You exhaled heavily. “Can you please walk me back? I can’t carry all this back myself and my wand is buried in my robe pockets.” You gestured to the fallen snacks on the floor. “Please?” 

Cedric’s heart leaped at your request just as quickly as he bent down to pick your snacks up, giving you a small nod. “Yeah,” he finally let out. “Of course.”

He matched your pace as you two walked through the castle together, towards the Ravenclaw tower. It was, once again, eerily silent in the castle. Although, if someone were to ask Cedric, he’d complain of all the commotion his heart was making. He risked a few glances at you to make sure you couldn’t hear how loud it was beating. 

“So,” he began, eager to fill the awkward silence but even more eager to be able to turn to look at you properly without it being weird. “Do you raid the kitchen often?” 

“It isn’t raiding, per se,” you retort. “It’s requesting nicely and hoping the elves don’t say no.” 

Cedric let out a small, breathy laugh. “Alright. Do you do that often?” 

“Mainly when I can’t sleep,” you admit honestly, turning to look at him. “I’ve always found it easier to sleep after eating something.” 

Cedric hummed in response. Merlin knew he needed all the tips he could get to help him sleep. With the first task of the Triwizard Tournament fast-approaching, he hadn’t been able to sleep a wink most nights. “I’ll have to give that a try then,” he mumbled under his breath. 

A pause.

“Is it because of the Tournament?” 

Cedric turned his head, then, to look at you at once. It was like you had read his mind. But then again, he found himself thinking, he was the Hogwarts champion. He reckoned most students knew who he was and what he had signed up for. Still though, if you were to look closely, you would’ve seen the faintest shade of pink coat the tips of his ears. 

He hesitated before sighing. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I guess it is.”

“Still have no idea about the first task?” you asked sympathetically, holding his eyes the entire time. He found it particularly difficult to keep gazing into your eyes, though, so he cleared his throat as he looked down for a moment.

“No,” he replied. “I’ve got no clue.” 

You nudged his shoulder lightly and Cedric was sure his brain had short-circuited at the contact. “You’ll be fine, I’m sure. I believe in you,” you shot him a quick smile and Cedric immediately felt his cheeks redden. He tried his best to hold your gaze as he smiled back but eventually resorted to studying the ground with a bashful smile on his face.

Upon your arrival to the spiral staircase that led to your common room, Cedric placed your snacks back in your arms and turned to bid you goodnight before you stopped him. 

“You really should try it, you know,” you said before he could turn away to walk to the dungeons. “My sleeping method, I mean,” you handed him a packet of your favourite biscuits. “Here. They’re a personal favourite. Satisfaction guaranteed.” You winked as you turned to walk up the stairs.

With his cheeks aflame and his mouth gaping open, he knew he had to say something back. With all that he had in him at that moment, he tried his best to return to his normal, confident self instead of the flustered mess you always reduce him to. 

“I’m holding you to that, then,” he called as he watched you ascend the stairs with slow steps. “Fifteen points from Ravenclaw if it doesn’t work.” 

“That’s not going to hurt Ravenclaw’s chances at winning the house cup either, Diggory,” you laughed as you looked down at him. “And what if it does work?” 

“Then the elves will have to make room for yet another student showing up at their door to ‘request nicely, hoping they don’t say no’ to stealing snacks from them every night.”

“I’ll let the elves know to make the arrangements, then,” you called as you slipped through the door finally, leaving a star-struck Cedric standing below. He turned the biscuit packet over in his hands before shaking his head fondly. He opened the packet at once, desperate to try the biscuits you were so fond of.

That night, when Cedric returned to his dormitory, stuffed full of the biscuits you’d gifted him, he slept soundly for the first time in two weeks. 

It wasn’t a dreamless sleep, either. He dreamt of you all through the night.

– 

It had been a week since he had learned what lay in store for him for the first task of the tournament. It had also been a week since he was last able to get a good night’s sleep – no matter how many chocolates he popped in his mouth.

Needless to say, over the past week, he also grew desperate to run into you again. Even more so than normal, which, admittedly, was already a hazardous amount.

He had tried paying the kitchen a visit every night since he first encountered you returning from it, but he never seemed to find you at the right time. There was a particular night on which he was so desperate that he actually resorted to asking an elf if you had visited that night. He’d worn a sheepish smile as the elf had only looked at him hesitantly before bidding him goodnight.

What Cedric had not been aware of, however, was that you had asked the same elf the exact same thing that same night. The elf was thoroughly confused, to say the least.

He was trying again tonight. He really needed to see you again tonight. You were the only person that could ease his nerves about the task tomorrow, while simultaneously making him flush with every little thing you said. It was like a drug.

He had arrived at the kitchen doors, raising his hand to knock before the door opened itself. He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of you, once again laden with snacks that he was sure you already had a pile of under your bed. 

“Diggory!” You exclaimed as your eyes lit up and Cedric tried to dismiss how his heart seemed to have skipped a beat. “Are you here to take fifteen points away from Ravenclaw?”

He chuckled at your question. “No,” he shook his head with a nervous smile. “Quite the contrary, actually. I’m ‘requesting nicely and hoping you don’t say no’ to me stealing those biscuits from you again.” 

“Ah,” you nodded with amusement, handing him another packet of your favourites. “Satisfied customer, then?” 

“Very,” he agreed, taking them. “Thank you.” 

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves as he followed close behind you. Neither of you had to say anything to know that Cedric walking you back was part of the routine by now. 

“Are you ready for the task tomorrow?” you asked, slowing a little so he could walk beside you through the winding hallways of the castle. You turned to study his face – the kind eyes, the worry lines on his forehead from, no doubt, worrying about the task, the golden locks that fell perfectly on his head despite it being so late.

“I hope so,” he sighed as he turned to look at you and shoot you a quick smile. He found – with much delight – that your presence had grown more so comforting than it was nerve wracking – and that was never something he ever thought he would be able to say.

“You are,” you affirmed with a nod. He breathed a laugh at how certain you were of what you were saying only to hide how full his heart really felt at the affirmation. “Do you know what it is yet?” 

“Dragons,” he said simply. You waited for him to follow it up with a laugh to indicate he was joking before widening your eyes. “I know.” He half-smiled at your reaction. It had shocked him too. 

“Wow,” you said as thoughts raced in your head. “What are you planning on doing?” 

Cedric shifted uncomfortably at your question. He always prided himself on being brave, on being intelligent. Yet, somehow when it came to you, both of those thoughts dissolved into nothing. He had no idea if you would find his idea as ingenious as his friends did. 

“I’ve always been quite good at Transfiguration,” he began slowly. “I was thinking of using that to my advantage. Perhaps if I transfigured a rock into – I dunno – a dog, maybe, then I could distract the dragon.” 

He waited with bated breaths for you to say something. Your eyebrows were furrowed in thought as you analyzed his idea. “That’s brilliant, Cedric.” You said finally, with a thoughtful smile. It was certainly an inventive idea.

He couldn’t help but grin at your compliment, and his grin only grew as he realized you had used his first name. He loved how it sounded when it came from your mouth. “I trust I'll find you in the stands tomorrow, then?” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you grinned. You both halted as you arrived once again at the foot of the spiral staircase. You held his eyes for a second before leaning up on your toes to leave a small peck on his cheek. “For good luck,” you added cheekily, turning at once to climb the stairs.

Cedric blinked a few times in shock before bringing his hand up to his cheek, feeling the residual warmth of the kiss you had planted just seconds ago. He felt himself blush intensely as he watched you slip through the door into your common room. Only after you had vanished completely out of sight did he allow himself to break into a shit-eating grin. 

He slept soundly that night once more, dreaming only of you, even when the threat of dragons loomed over his head. 

–

Cedric knew he would be able to sleep just fine tonight if he went up to his dormitory. The roars of the party that was currently being held in the Hufflepuff common room wouldn’t even bother him. He had successfully completed the first task today, and he felt like he was on top of the world with his ornate golden egg. 

Except, he could not stop thinking about you. He knew he needed to see you again. 

He found himself smiling absentmindedly as he thought of you en route to the kitchen once again. He brought a hand to knock on the kitchen door excitedly, eager to see you again, to see what you had to say. He hadn't gotten a chance to talk to you at all today, despite spotting you in the stands immediately.

When an elf answered the door, he tried to dismiss how much his heart dropped. He was expecting to see you.

“Good evening,” he smiled politely to the elf. “I was wondering if you’ve seen [Y/N] tonight?” 

“The Ravenclaw miss?” The elf frowned in confusion.

“Yes,” Cedric nodded with a fond smile playing on his lips. “Have you seen her tonight?” 

The elf shook his head. “Not tonight, Mr. Diggory.” 

He tried his best to mask his disappointment with a small smile. “I see. Thank you.” 

He debated waiting outside the kitchen doors for you to turn up before deciding against it. That was probably a little creepy, right? Plus, seeing as the kitchens are right down the hallway from the Hufflepuff common room, he’d be running into too many of his friends in the meantime, anyway.

He knew that it had been a complete chance occurrence that night for him to run into you. It had allowed him to actually talk to you – beyond the curt words he’d exchanged with you in class. It allowed him to look at you as if he had all the time in the world – rather than stealing glances at you from the corner of his eye. It had allowed him to actually get to know you. 

And, he found himself quickly realizing, chance events could only be relied on for gentle pushes in the right direction. In the end, he had to take his fate into his own hands. He had to grab his golden egg – he’d done it literally already. All he needed to do now was do it metaphorically. 

He turned around and knocked for a second time on the kitchen door. When an elf answered the door – looking a little exasperated – Cedric wore his best apologetic smile. 

“Can I get one of those biscuits, please? The ones the Ravenclaw miss likes?” 

He set off at once towards your common room, with your favourite biscuits tucked in his arms. 

He couldn’t wait for any more lucky run-ins with you anymore. He wanted to see you, and he was tired of waiting to run into you like he had on the previous two occasions.

“Padma!” He called as he spotted the fourth-year girl descending the spiral staircase. 

“Yes?” She asked confusedly, unsure of what Cedric Diggory could possibly want from her at this hour.

“Is [Y/N] inside?” He asked. He knew how dishevelled he probably looked right now. After all, he had run from the other side of the school in the same uniform he had worn for the task this morning, with a bright blue packet of biscuits in hand. It wasn’t an ordinary sight.

Padma thought for a second, as if thinking back to remember every face she had seen on the way out of the common room. “I think so,” she concluded finally, remembering that she had seen you sprawled on a couch with a book in your lap.

“Can you get her for me, please?” He asked. Padma could sense the slight pleading tone in his voice as she gave him a quick nod and turned back to fetch you from inside the common room. 

He looked around as she disappeared inside, trying to calm his beating heart for the second time that day. Somehow he’d successfully stolen the egg from right under the dragon’s nose – literally – today yet he found himself more nervous while waiting for you.

He knew the implications it carried, to ask for someone and wait outside their common room like this. You were bound to know now how he felt about you, how much he enjoyed being around you. He ran a hand through his hair quickly and tried to smooth out the honey-coloured top he was wearing before he heard you from the top of the stairs.

“Cedric!” you beamed as you spotted his familiar head of hair. You climbed down the stairs with a grin on your face and Cedric’s heart seemed to beat impossibly faster the longer he looked at you. He could never get enough of you saying his name like that. “I almost didn’t recognize you without that Swedish Short-Snout beside you.” 

Cedric sent you a wry smile as you came to a stop in front of him. “I almost didn’t recognize you without all the food in your arms,” he retorted with newfound confidence. 

“Is that why you have that?” you questioned with a raise of your eyebrows, gesturing towards the biscuits Cedric had long forgotten about.

“Oh,” he blinked. “Yes, um, they’re for you.” He held the packet out towards you with an attempted smile he really hoped was coming across as charming. It was hard to ignore the butterflies in your own stomach at the sight. 

“Thanks,” your fingers brushed his and you almost chuckled at how quickly his cheeks flushed with an all-too-familiar red tinge. “Want me to walk you back?”

He raised a single eyebrow at your question before you added with a light nudge to his shoulder, “Evening strolls are customary at this point, right?” 

He breathed a laugh at your remark – like he often found himself doing. He didn’t have it in him to protest. He wanted – no, needed – to spend every possible moment he could with you. The euphoria of this night was bound to wear off soon, he knew that. Tomorrow, he had to start worrying about the second task again. But walking with you, just as he had on that first night, always made his problems seem insignificant. And he needed that right now. 

“So, what’s the deal with the golden egg?” you asked, reading his mind once again. He shook his head slightly in disbelief as a small smile crept to his face.

“No clue,” he answered honestly. “They make the most horrid shrieking sound whenever I try to open it. I’ve got no idea what it means.” 

You hummed in response. “I could help you figure it out.”

Cedric sputtered, taken aback at your offer. Even his friends hadn’t offered to help him figure it out. “I would love that.” He told you gratefully, watching you closely for any signs of hesitation on your features. All he saw was genuinity. 

“Tomorrow in the library, then? After supper?” You asked with a small smile. It was so endearing to watch his ears and cheeks redden.

“Yeah,” he breathed out quickly. “Tomorrow sounds great.” He couldn’t believe how he was still able to talk in coherent sentences.

“It’s a date, then,” you uttered with a sly smirk, holding his gaze. 

He almost fell on his face, right then and there. Cedric thanked Merlin, then, for you two had finally reached the entrance to his common room, both of you coming to a halt. He wasn't sure if he would be able to walk after what you had just said. He blinked at you blankly before finding his voice. “Yes. Yes, it’s a date.” 

You turned to leave with amused eyes at the boy’s reaction. Could he get any cuter? 

Cedric had no idea what had possessed him. He hadn’t even had any firewhisky that night. But he found himself calling out to you anyway. 

“Wait!” he called, making you turn around at once. Your curious eyes met his nervous ones and he walked closer to you. He had no idea what he was doing, but somehow the after-effects of all the adrenaline pumping through his body earlier today could still be felt twelve hours later. “I never got to thank you properly for your well wishes last night.” 

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow, your lips tugging upwards. 

You tried to hide the absolute shock you felt when he leaned down to peck your cheek quickly. “As a thank you,” he clarified quickly. He watched carefully for your reaction, unsure if he should’ve done that or not. 

It was safe to say you didn’t exactly mind.

Before he knew it, you were leaning up to press a chaste peck to his lips. He breathed in sharply as you pulled back to smirk at him. You had always been a competitive one. 

“To congratulate you once again on your feat today,” you clarified wryly, watching him for any reaction so as to make sure you hadn’t overstepped. 

It was safe to say you hadn’t. 

Cedric didn’t take a moment to think before acting this time. He didn’t take a moment to gather his courage or analyze the best course of action. He acted on instinct, and instinct alone. And every instinct in his body was telling him to lean down again and crash his lips onto yours – properly this time. 

So he did.

Cedric took his time kissing you with furrowed brows. The biscuits you so loved didn’t even come close to you. You tasted sweeter than any biscuit he’d ever had, any dessert that he’d ever tasted. He was sure that he could get addicted to the taste, to the feel. It wouldn’t really surprise him – he was already addicted to your presence.

You kissed him back with the same urgency, your hands wrapping around his neck to bring him even closer. 

Pulling away slowly, he teased against your lips, “To thank you again for your heartiest congratulations.” 

Your quip died on your tongue as cheers and whoops broke out in the background, forcing you two to break apart suddenly. You both turned to find Cedric’s friends watching this encounter with excited smiles and boyish eyes, standing in front of the entrance to the common room. Cedric’s mouth hung open a little as he wondered how he had missed them standing there. But then again, he had been a little preoccupied for the past minute or so. 

“Atta boy, Diggory!” Trevor whooped, teasing him as you tried to smother a bashful smile of your own. 

“Oh, sod off, Woods,” Cedric retorted with exasperation. “Go back inside, would you? I’m– I’m busy.”   

“Oh,” Fairfield spoke up. “We can see just how busy you are, champ, not to worry.” Roars of laughter and whistles broke out again. “Come on, lads, we’ll bug him about it when he comes inside.” 

“If he comes back inside at all tonight, that is!” More laughter.

Cedric cast a weak stinging hex at no one in particular as his friends all clambered back inside their common room. He turned to face you at once, possibly to apologize but you beat him to it.

“Here,” you told him with a knowing smirk, handing back the packet of biscuits. “I think you might be needing these more than I will tonight, champ.”

And, Merlin, you were right. He didn’t sleep a wink in his rowdy dormitory that night. Not that he minded though – thinking about all the real aspects of you that he had gotten to experience that night were even better than the dreams. 

[mastermindmiko]

The Malfoy sister (Part 4)

Pairing: Harry Potter + Fem!reader

Word count: 3015

Summary: Winter break is approaching and with the prospect of being away from you, Harry’s emotions go crazy causing him to make some decisions that he will later regret. 

Trigger warnings: shouting, underage alcohol consumption, kissing, affection?, arranged marriages, running away, fighting, jealousy, crying. 

Part 5 and my masterlist

Requests are open

“Y/n Narcissa Malfoy! You better have a great ass explanation on why and how Granger just came and told me that Potter claims that you have the tightest pussy in the world!” You could see him visibly gag at the last part. You turned around on your chair, abandoning your potions homework. Theo watched the interaction curiously from behind you as he tilted his head to the side in agreement to Draco’s statement.

“First of all, spitting his name won’t make him hate you more. He can’t, he’s not in the room. Second of all, don’t ever talk about my pussy again. Lastly, what the fuck?” You said. Theo started sipping on his peppermint tea as he listened attentively.

Draco marched towards you and said, “Yeah, Granger told me that while Potter was celebrating his win, he got drunk. Apparently drunk Potter is very affectionate about you. He got all mushy. I do not want him to be all mushy about my sister!”

He screamed that last part while slamming his hand on the desk. He was fine with it until it actually happened. The desk shook and Theo’s tea fell. He became sad because he found for the first time the right tea to honey ratio. It was the best tea he’s ever made.

Draco was mad, furious. He thought that once Potter put your father in prison therefore forcing him to take the mark, your feelings would end. You didn’t know this, no one did; but Draco had a conversation with the Dark Lord after he got the mark. He told him about his task and what would happen if the task wasn’t completed. You’d die and so would your mother. He was told not to tell, not that he would’ve anyway. The entire school knowing, once again about you and Potter would complicate the situation greatly.

“Draco, I care about you more than anyone; but I-” You hesitated and you sucked in a breath before you said, “I love him a lot, and I think that I should at least do something for me in my life at least once. If the roles were switched and it was you and Astoria, wouldn’t you have done the same. We’re careful, I promise we are.”

Theo was enjoying the show even without the tea. He knew about your feelings and excursions. It was fun to watch Draco react to it all. Draco nodded along with your explanation, and he let out a huff. He folded his arms and rolled his eyes. “Don’t let anyone see you.”

You had a smile on your face and you hugged him while you chanted “Thank you thank you thank you!” He wrapped his arms around you and he said “I’m serious.” You pulled away and you smiled at him again. You returned back to your chair and you started dipping your quill in ink. “Use protection.”

Theo choked on air as you groaned at Draco’s statement. “Stop. Stop.”

He shook your head and he said “I’m not kidding.”

“Ugghhh. Why do you do this to me? You never said anything with Theo.” You said and Theo’s eyes flickered to Draco and he pushed his chair from the desk. He lifted his hands into the air and he started to stand up. He didn’t want to be pulled into this.

“Yeah because having a baby Nott wouldn’t be bad. You were already almost engaged, but having a baby Potter-” You cut him off by screaming and waving your hands around frantically. “Stop. Stop. Stop.” You shouted as he gave you the talk that you thought you had escaped from. Theo was dying of embarrassment and laughter in the background.

***

You sighed as you watched the sunrise. “It’s beautiful.” You whispered as you tighten your grip around Harry. He squeezed your hips in reassurance and he kissed the crown of your head. “Not nearly as beautiful as you,” he replied.

You blushed and you could feel the twitch of his lips from your hair. You could handle flirting, especially if it’s sexual but you could not take a single honest, kind compliment. He leaned down and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. His voice was already soft but it was muffled by your skin when he said, “I’m sorry about what happened with Hermione and Ron.”

He had the weight of the incident on his shoulders since it happened. He had a stern talk from Hermione and he replied telling her it was simply none of her business. Also, that instead of trying to ruin your relationship they should’ve been happy for him. He knew they were worried, not as much as last year with Voldemort plaguing his mind but worried. They were a bit relieved that he had the capabilities of loving something other than a book.

He pulled you over his body and you noticed for the first time how wet the grass was. Your body was flat on top of his. His hands played with the hem of your shirt while you played with his hair. “Don’t worry about it, just try not to tell the entire castle about my pussy next time, or you might not be able to keep me then.” You winked at the end and he felt his cheeks heat up.

You brushed your hand over his cheek. It was the last day before winter break and you both stayed up in each other’s company. If he couldn’t have spent summer without you, now his heart burns with the idea of not seeing you for a long time. He had no idea what he was going to feel that summer. Your hand trailed towards his chin and you tilted it upwards towards your own lips. It was an innocent kiss, you both had enough sex that day to last all of the break. He disconnected your lips and he said, “I found a new spell.”

You rolled off of him and you heard him chuckle. You leaned against the tree as you sat up right and Harry copied your position. Your shoulders were touching and he held your hand. You fiddled with the ring on his finger. It was silver and if you looked inside it you would find your initials carved inside of it. He wanted to get you the same thing, but he knew people would inquire about it, so you decided it was for the best. It was a constant reminder that he was yours and you reminded him every second that you were his

He grabbed the book that was almost covered in snow from the tree above you both. You knew you had snow all over you and you saw Harry’s face covered in it. You enjoyed wiping away the snowflakes that landed on his eyelashes. The black lake was frozen in front of you both. Last night, at almost the exact same time as now, You both ice skated on it. Harry kept falling until his clothes were wet and because you kept laughing at him, he decided that he was in desperate need of a hug.

He opened the book on a page he had the side of doggy eared. You cringed at the page, but you didn’t care as much. The book was already old with scribbles and torn edges. He tapped the word sectumsempra. You furrowed your eyebrows and you said, “Don’t know it. What does it do?”

“Dunno.” He replied and he leaned his head on your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your waist and he nuzzled into you like a bear. You laughed at him, but you couldn’t say that you didn’t feel the butterflies in your stomach. You told him he could check in the library, he told you he was too lazy. You chuckled and ran your hands through his hair. “I love you.” He whispered.

“You say that at very odd times.” You said as your fingers trailed down to the nape of his neck and you started playing with the short strands, occasionally accidentally tugging on them. He pulled your leg closer to him, he never felt like you were close enough to him. That’s how you so much time having sex, it seemed like every part of his skin needed to be on yours for him to feel safe and loved. He needed reassurance that you were there and you wouldn’t leave him. “I say it when I feel it.”

You hooked your leg around his thighs and you continued to play with his hair. You told him you loved him. He said who wouldn’t. You slapped his head. He sat in a few moments of comfortable silence. His head was on his chest and he could feel your heartbeat. He also loved your tits. He ran his hand up and down your back. The smell of his shampoo comforted you and he knew that. He made sure not to use any other shampoo.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but Hermione and Sirius had told him before how Purebloods loved arranging marriages. So he asked, praying that the answer would please him, “You don’t have an arranged marriage or anything like that, right?”

He heard you take a deep breath, and as the seconds passed without an answer, he started to become more sure that he wouldn’t like the answer. “Theo.” You replied and he didn’t need any more explanation. He pulled you closer to him, he couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t watch you marry someone else. He’ll never get over you. You’re perfect for him and even if you weren’t he doesn’t want anyone else. He needs you. “Can you break it off or something like that? Maybe have the other Malfoy marry him.”

You chuckled at his suggestion. He put it in to lighten the mood, he was breaking inside and you knew that. “I don’t think I can, and if I did, they wouldn’t let me be with the boy who lived.” he tried to exhale but his breath hitched and was uneven. He reached to scratch his scar. Something you noticed he did often. Often when something bad happened because of it or when he didn’t like what having it caused him. The place where it was more than not, red from his itching. You pulled his hand away and you pressed a kiss to where it was, “Hey, it’s not because of your stupid scar, it’s because of my parents. Don’t scratch like that. You get hurt enough as it is.” You said sternly.

He nodded his head but you knew that he didn’t believe it. He felt his eyes sting and he felt pathetic. He was glad to have his head buried in your chest because he wouldn’t want you to see him cry. He kept blinking his eyes to push the tears that wanted to flow out of his eyes. He took in a deep breath and he started to think of something, anything to fix this. “Run away with me.”

“What?” You asked, you weren’t sure if you heard him right.

“Run away with me.” He repeated. He looked into your eyes and they had so much hope in them.

“What?!” You repeated, this time out of shock.

“Run away with me. Not now of course. After we finish school, we’ll graduate and we’ll already have our trunks packed and we’ll leave to wherever we want. We both have enough money to last us fifty life times. Let’s do it. We’ll be together, away from everyone else. We’ll go anywhere you want, I don’t care where the hell I am, If I’m with you. You could pick a volcano and I wouldn’t say no.” He rambled and he grasped both your hands tightly into his.

“Harry, we can’t do that. We can’t just leave everyone and everything.” You tried to reason with him. He couldn’t just make life changing decisions out on a wim like this. He shook his head furiously, and he said, “No we can. We can. There isn’t anything to leave. After Hogwarts, we’ll have nothing. You even told me that you hate the manor, so screw it all. You can send letters.”

“I’m not going to leave my brother.” You said. Of course damn the stupid manor. You didn’t care about that piece of junk. You cared about your brother and about Theo. Your mother wasn’t always the most caring person, but you couldn’t leave her. “And what about you? You have the Weasleys, are you just going to leave them too?”

“I’ll send letters, you’ll send letters. Isn’t that enough?” Harry was pleading as you started to pull away from him. His eyes started to sting. He can’t lose you. He already lost so much. He can’t lose you too. You stood up and you said “No it isn’t. I don’t want to leave my brother or my mother or Theo.”

The tears in his eyes were lost. He stood up, his lips in a thin line. He saw red. He folded his arms and he looked at you for the first time like he did almost a year ago, with so much hate. You felt your heart beat up to your throat. “So that’s what this is about.” He chuckled humorlessly. He raised his voice to a higher octave and he said in an annoying voice, “Theo.” He rolled his eyes and you started to furrow your eyebrows. “You don’t want to leave Theo. You love Theo. You don’t even want me, you just want Theo. You’re a pathetic liar. Saying that you love me. Being forced to Marry Theo is better than being with a person you love.” Every time he said Theo’s name he mocked it. He raised his hands into air quotes when he said ‘love’.

Your mouth was wide open at his accusations. Your expression was filled with hurt and confusion. You were about to tell him that all he said was wrong and that you love him so much and you want to be with him more than anything. You wanted to reassure him that you only saw Theo as a friend, nothing more. You have already done this, Harry’s insecurities got the best of him at times. He didn’t mean this, you thought; he’s just angry right now.

“You know what, I never even loved you. All of this-” He waved his hands around frantically and his finger pointed between the two of you. “It’s just a joke. I never wanted to even do this.” You felt tears prick your eyes and your heart began to break. “Dumbledore told me to. Go distract y/n Malfoy, and try to get information out of her. If her father is a death eater then she must know something about Voldemort. That’s what he said to me.”

Crack.

“And I did. Nothing I did with you was real. It’s all just fake!”

Crack.

“Did you honestly think that I would love you? You’re pathetic!”

Crack.

Tears were streaming freely across your cheeks and down your neck. You pressed a hand to your mouth to try to contain the sob that wants to be heard. You bit your lip as your hands went around your body to wrap yourself in a hug. You wiped away your tears with your sleeve. You can’t believe that you were crying in front of somebody. “Well then, I guess I was right not agreeing to run away with you after all.”

You started running back towards the castle. Harry took deep breaths to control his anger. He watched as your body became smaller and smaller, more out of sight; and his eyes trailed after your footstep from the snow. He swallowed thickly as he remembered all the events from the past minutes and he realizes how much he fucked up. “Shit.” He whispers as he runs a hand through his hair. “Y/n! Come back please! I’m sorry! Y/n!” He shouted as he started to run after you.

You heard him but you couldn’t look at him. He made you feel like you were soaring this past term and then in less than a minute, he broke your heart. You didn’t know what you did to deserve this pain but a part of you wishes that it knew better. You bullied him along with your brother since first year, nothing you do can erase or turn back time. You heard his footsteps after you and how he was shouting your name. You hid behind a wall until you could no longer hear his shouts. You hadn’t slept in more than 24 hours and before that you didn’t sleep much either, you were exhausted. You walked back to the common room with tears in your eyes.

You pumped into someone and that person put both hands on your arms. You couldn’t see who it was from your blurry vision. They pulled you closer to their chest. It was Draco, you recognized him from his distinctive smell of mint. He kept smoothing your hair as he kept muttering “shh shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here. Alright?” You wanted to pull away and tell him nothing happened, putting up that stone cold façade you had; but you were tired and hurt. You didn’t pull away. You cried your heart out as he whispered calming words into your ear. You would never leave him.

[tonks-hermione-pansy-lover]

~ He Came In The Night ~ SIRIUS BLACK X YOU (?)

Trigger warnings: MINORS DNI, Sirius Black Sass, Fingerfucking, Heavy touching, Both of them orgasm, #yay he found the clit, HOGWARTS IS A UNIVERSITY IN THIS FIC OOPS I FORGOT TO ADD

This is part of a fic I stopped writing a while back. I'm posting this to see if anyone would have any interest in me picking it back up again. It's eventually Sirius x Remus x James Potter's Sister/you if you want?

I awoke to several pounding knocks against my door. When they didn’t stop, I rolled out of bed and walked blindly to the door, grasping around for the handle. “James? What is it?” I asked, cracking the door open very slightly, so the light that was always on in the hallway wouldn’t blind me even further. The face staring back at me wasn’t James. 

No, it was the stupidly, maddeningly, devilishly handsome Sirius Black, grinning down at me as he leaned against the doorway. Without even looking away from his face, I became achingly aware that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and soon I felt a light blush spreading across my cheeks. 

He clicked his tongue. “You’re no better than a man, are you? I can practically hear your thoughts from where I’m standing.”

“Hmm, and what am I saying in my head? If it’s anything other than ‘it’s too early to be awake, and if you ever do this again I’ll kill you,’ then you’d be wrong.” I went to shut the door in his face but he quickly stopped me, his hand shooting out and grasping my wrist through the gap in the doorway. 

“Don’t you want to hear what I was going to say? What if it was an emergency?” He asked, a fake tone of hurt in his voice. 

“I’m going back to bed,” I said grumpily, turning on my heel and walking back into my room, not caring if he stayed or left.

“Perfect! I was just about to ask you if I could come too,” he said, strutting into my room right after me and shutting the door behind himself. 

“What? Are you crazy? You’re surrounded by three people who would kill you if they ever saw us together,” I said, stalking forward and placing one hand on his chest and trying to push him towards the door, except he didn’t budge. 

He grinned lazily. “Aw, come on. Your parents would never kill me. They love me more than you! And I’m just choosing not to think about James right now.”

I glowered at him for a few seconds before letting my hand drop to my side. I let out a small breath. “Fine. Just for tonight.”

“If you say so,” he said cheekily, grabbing my hand and dragging me over to my bed and waiting for me to lie down before he followed. “Touching? No touching?”

“Minimal touching. As little as you can,” I said. “I don’t want Remus smelling us on each other tomorrow. He always looks so bothered by it, even if he says he’s not.”

“You know why,” Sirius said, letting one of his broad hands slip under my sleep shirt and caress the soft skin of my stomach. He posed it like a statement, but it hung in the air like a question. 

“Yes, I know why. I’ve let him know that I have no problem with him. . . the way he is, and that you don’t have an issue with it either, but he’s very stubborn.” I said, gasping softly as Sirius’s hands brushed over my chest before pinching each of my nipples until they were brushing against my shirt, almost uncomfortably. I arched my back into his clothed cock, and shuddered at the warmth of it pressing into my ass. 

“It’s a shame we can’t fuck,” Sirius whispered, his voice filled with lust. “I’ve wanted you all summer.”

“Have you?” I said, raising an eyebrow he couldn’t see. Last year at Hogwarts, the most we’d been was friends-that-would-fuck-on-occasion. I had wanted him too, but I wasn’t willing to admit that. I turned around to face him, wrapping one leg around his torso. “I suppose I can allow a little reward for all of that waiting, then.”

He laughed softly as one of his hands snaked down in between our bodies to pull my shorts to the side and rubbed my slick pussy, pinching and teasing my clit until I had to bury my face into the side of his neck to hide my suppressed moans. “I suppose I’ll allow you acting like you’re the dominant one here, when you’re clearly not.”

“Who says?” I said breathily, as he stroked my lower stomach sensually while his other hand pumped two of his fingers in and out of my slit rather roughly. 

“Me, of course. Come.” He said, grinning sharply as he curled his fingers suddenly, using his thumb to press down on my clit as an unexpected and rather strong orgasm rushed over me. It was no sooner than I had come down from my high when he was positioning his cock at my cunt, the small amount of fluids pearling along his tip mixing with my fresh orgasm as he slid inside me with one, smooth thrust. 

He must’ve anticipated the moan I would make, because he quickly bent down to cover my sounds with a deep, searching kiss that could’ve gone on for ages if he let it. With one hand in the curve of my waist, and the other holding my thighs spread open, he thrust into me at his own desired pace, occasionally breaking the long, sweet kisses to lick and suck around my breasts. “I missed you, Aurora.”

“Missed me? Or missed fucking me?” I asked, my toes curling as he bit the side of my breast. 

“Silly question. I missed both you and fucking you,” he said, brushing a piece of hair from my face as his thrusts got faster and deeper, which meant he was about to cum. “Which is why I’ll be taking full advantage of sixth years having their own rooms this year. I can– and will, do anything I want to you without the risk of someone walking in. With your consent, of course.”

“Like what?” I asked, looking up at him curiously, as he bit back a loud moan. “What will you do to me?”

“I’ll tell you this. . . I did some shopping over the summer– with you in mind.” He said raspily, finally releasing to whatever image he had in his head and filling me up with his cum.

I said nothing to this, but not because I was scared. I was curiouser than ever at what he had in store for me. After a few more orgasms on both of our parts, given and received, we cleaned up as best we could without turning on the showers and waking everyone up, and then went to bed.

banner from: https://editsnocturne.tumblr.com/post/656903127950327808/sirius-black-headers-like-or-reblog-if-you-saved

[shinhati]

[spicywriter202]

Summary: Someone knows she is the soulmates to the Slytherin gang but keeps quiet because they are also her bullies. What will happen when they find out her secret?

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!Oc

Poly Relationship!

"hey Mudblood!" Some Slytherins called out to a firey strawberry blonde. Said blonde signed, not wanting to deal with them she blend into the wall. The Slytherins looked around and she was no where to be seen. "I know I saw that Mudblood here." Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. The Slytherin Gang. But to the Hufflepuff with light pink hair, they were her soulmates, the only thing those is; they didn't know. "Does anyone else feel the sadden longing?" Theodore asked.

Her eyes widened. 'Shit I forgot to take my meds, today'. She walked away but her little invisibility spell have out. They saw her. "There!" You ran pass all of the students 'Shit! Come on! I just need to get to the common room!' all the way to the dungeons before she tripped and hit her head. This causing her vision to black out.

Said Slytherins that we're following the female running, saw her hit her head and they went up to her. Theodore kneeled down and turned her over. He pick the girl up bridal style. "Let's bring her to our dorm. I can check her." Pansy said.

The next time the muggle born woke up, she noticed the green blankets, in a panic Allison quickly shot up and looked around. "Woah calm down, you hit your head really hard." Pansy said sitting next to you. "Now care to explain why you didn't tell us, your our last piece?" Mattheo said from the edge of the bedframe.

This is for a friend of mine. Go check out her story. '5 Snakes and a badger'

[kraekat29]

Rosalie's pov: I wake up with a yawn then reach over and grab my glasses. " Happy birthday Rose" I say to myself then get ready for the day.  I walk to class hoping at least one person would remember my birthday, " Happy Birthday Amber!!!" A random girl says and I groan, how could I forget? Today is also Amber Riddle's birthday aka my worst enemy.

I push past the  crowds of people around her and walk into potions, " Happy Birthday bitch!" My best friend Patricia Matthews says, " language! But thank you" I scold and take my seat, " be prepared we're doing the Amorenta lesson today " Pat says," oh how wonderful" I say sarcastically.

Everyone is now in class and the lesson begins, " I need a volunteer" Snape says and Pat grabs my hand and holds it up, " Pat!" I scold and she laughs, " now miss LeStrange what do you smell?" Snape asks," smoke, fancy cologne and something woodsy " I say and the class goes silent. " Very well then thank you for volunteering " Snape says then walks away.

Amber turns around and I mentally groan, " ever smelt that before?" She asks," no..." I say and prepare myself for a snide comment, " don't worry you'll meet them soon " she says actually being nice for once, " I sure hope so... Otherwise I'll be even more of a family disappointment " I say," same! It's always do this not that and it gets old " she says," exactly! " I say and lean forward, " it's almost like we're sisters!" We say at the same time, " who's your mom?" She asks after a moment, " Bellatrix LeStrange" I say quietly, " holy shit" she says and looks at me with a grin, " we're twin sisters!" She says excitedly. 

I slowly break out into a grin, " this is amazing! I've always wanted a sister " I say happily," so.. Can we put this whole worst enemies thing aside?" Amber asks," I call a truce" I say and offer my hand, we shake hands and laugh, " there's a Slytherin party tonight I want you there " she says,"parties aren't really my thing" I say and Pat kicks my ankle, "please?" Amber pleads, " alright fine I'll go" I say, giving in. Amber grins, " you won't regret it" she says, " I'm sure I won't" I say not realizing what I've just gotten myself into.

A Tale Of Two Sisters- Chapter One

[canichangemyblogname]

Free block list of TERFs for all my trans, non-binary, and gender non-conforming friends:

/tra-receipts

/annielesterf

/wyvern-of-the-evening

/edenz-garden

/radicallyaligned

/femailment

/hellnrage43

/love-it-or-its-free

/scroteslayer

/crazyclaircognizantcunt

/terfriffic

/blkwmn

/riverxdaughter

/sighing-is-a-song

/eliyanah

/searchingforproofsthatimwrong

/iamawoman

/cactusradical

/bakerstreetdoctor

/vegradfem

/etesienne

/astronofeminist

/roses-in-your-ribcage

/kiefbowl

/radicalbutter

/uterusperson

/sweetandlethal

/radfem-suggestion

/grumpyoldnurse

/notable-spinster

/yourcisness

/female-malice

/abstracten

/sickofeverythingmale2

/shes-unforgettable

/venus-loves-vulva

/oliviatheradfem

/gncenjoyer

/enigmatic-insect

/overt-menstruation

/manhattanrf

/federal-bureau-of-nerds

/hild-of-the-rads

/goblinous

/harrypotterf

/moondrunklesbian

/girlsmoonsandstars

/feminescu

/athenawasamerf

/lilacotter95

/magnetictapedatastorage

/gothfems

/themi-lovato

/garden-owlet

/sleep3r4gent

/kittysfemme

/monapill

/angeleyesbyabba

/infeliz-jueves

/radkindoffeminist

/opabiniawillreturn

/babyminiradfem

/6nm7

[kronkk]

Did harrypotterf get banned? :(

oh shit was she termed too?

[lastnews-espana]

Sanos hijos del patriarcado. Un varón fetichista y miserable que se apropia de un proceso biológico de las mujeres. #StopdelirioTrans

Sanos hijos del patriarcado. Un varón fetichista y miserable que se apropia de un proceso biológico de las mujeres. #StopdelirioTrans https://t.co/9XDz4QUmb3 Source by HarryPotterf🦡

[harrypotterfuryroad]

r u harrypotterf

[mentally-in-northern-italy]

Clouds — Harry Potter x reader

*not my gif*

Request: can I request a Harry Potter x fem reader (already together) set during summer at the burrow where they are all playing quidditch and Harry asks the reader to ride his broom with him?

Summary: It's a beautiful day down at the Burrow, filled with cloud-watching and lemonade, and who better to spend it with than your quidditch-prodigy of a boyfriend, Harry Potter?

Word Count: ~2.1K

A/N: I'm back! So excited to be writing more often over the summer. Thank you so much for requesting!! I absolutely loved this request and thought it was very fitting to get into the summer mood :)) It's a little rusty for my liking, but I hope you enjoy regardless! ____________________

The grass beneath you was soft and comforting, as the sky above you was clear. Your head rested upon your boyfriend, Harry’s, shoulder, as you both laid in the verdant backyard of the Burrow.

Ginny’s faint chatter could be heard in the background, with occasional chirps coming from the Weasley brothers as they rode on their brooms, finally tiring from teasing you and Harry. Ron and Hermione had disappeared inside a few moments ago, after telling the group that they were in dire need of some refreshments and wanted to try their hand at making lemonade, fresh from a Muggle recipe book that Hermione had brought along with her. Occasional arguments could be held from the pair but they only added to the unique ambiance of the Burrow.

This being your first summer at the Burrow warranted your curious look-arounds at the beautiful scenery that lay before you. The scene in front of you was littered with gorgeous rolling hills, their shape too perfect to be molded by natural phenomena. You couldn’t see anything for miles ahead, with the horizon meeting the grassland at a distance too far away for you to examine without squinting your eyes. And though the air was warm, with the faintest bit of moisture stored inside it, you couldn’t help but close your eyes and marvel at what a perfect afternoon this was proving to be.

A content sigh left your lips as you realized that this was the first time that you and Harry were spending time together out of school after getting together at the start of fifth year -- away from the prying eyes of the other students, the vigilante that the teachers proved to be, especially that Umbridge, and the added stress of academic obligations. Here, you and Harry could do whatever you wanted to, with no Malfoy’s to bug you, claiming it as his duty as part of the Inquisitorial Squad, or any Snape’s to sneer. Dating the infamous Harry Potter proved to be a highly difficult task with unwanted attention and malicious glares being thrown at you from all directions.

And so of course, when given the opportunity to do anything that your hearts desired in the world, you and your dear boyfriend, Harry, couldn’t think of anything more fulfilling or rewarding than simply doing nothing.

All seemed right in the world, with you and Harry laying under the clear sky, until your boyfriend decided to open his mouth.

“That one looks a bit like you,” Harry said as he pointed at the sky above you.

“Like me?” You laughed and shook your head slightly, “That cloud looks like me?”

“The resemblance is uncanny, really,” Harry replied with a grin on his face, as he kept his eyes set on the cloud which supposedly looked just like you.

You scoffed in return and feigned offence as you raised your head slightly from its previous position on Harry’s shoulder and propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. Harry’s eyes, full of mischief, eventually met yours and his grin only grew once he caught the expression on your face.

“You are impossible, Harry Potter,” you said as your face failed to conceal the fond smile that had appeared. His eyes held yours for a moment as you both shared an affectionate smile and he hesitantly brought his hand close to yours, clasping it lightly. He averted eye contact at this, as his cheeks grew a faint shade of red, his thumb tentatively starting to draw soft circles on the back of your hand. You only smiled wider at this gesture; you had always loved to make him nervous.

Comforted by the circles that he was drawing on your hands and the warm presence of his other hand on your back, you returned to your previous position and rested your head on his shoulder yet again. Comfortable silence ensued, and just as you were about to drift into a much-needed afternoon nap, Harry spoke again.

“Do you really not see it?” he started yet again, pointing at a cloud, “Look there’s your nose--”

“Harry!” You sprang up again to look down at him.

“And then those are the eyes--they look the exact same, love-- and then you’ve got your lips right there,” he continued pointing to random spaces in the sky as he attempted to elaborate upon his previous declaration.

You only shook your head in disbelief and chuckled, not bothering to look at where he was pointing with his hand. Instead, you were busy looking at his bespeckled face and his emerald green eyes that seemed to shine under the sun. His messy hair that he hadn’t cared to brush that morning. His lips that just wouldn’t stop moving.

“There’s the hair! It looks just like your--” his teasing was brought to an abrupt end as you leaned down and crashed your lips upon his, finally rendering him speechless. He responded instantly as he kissed you back, bringing his hands to cradle your face. You felt him smile into the kiss and--

“Oi! Get a room, you two!”

“Yeah, we don’t want to see any of that!”

Harry groaned softly as you two were forced to separate and look up towards where the two voices came from, which was extremely easy to spot, their fiery red hair acting as excellent markers. You hadn’t been at all surprised to see that it was Fred and George who had exclaimed at your display of affection and that they were currently flying down from above on their brooms to the somewhat secluded corner of the garden in which you and Harry were. There was no doubt in your mind that it was only to continue their relentless teasing.

“Don’t you two have a business to run?” Harry questioned exasperatedly as his hand discretely found yours that had been resting on your lap.

“Of course, we do,” Fred grinned as he dismounted the broom, “But first, we must ensure the safety of our brother’s friends, right, Georgie?”

“Right, Freddie,” George followed his twin’s movements and grinned, “As graduates, we know all about hormonal teenagers.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled as you observed your boyfriend blush slightly at the twins’ words.

It was Ron who proved to be your saviour as he clumsily made his way out of the interior towards you, with a tray in his hand, carefully balancing all seven glasses of lemonade. Not only did you rejoice due to the fact that you could finally hydrate yourself on this warm summer day, but you were also incredibly glad that Fred and George’s teasing had ceased for the moment.

“Ah!” Fred exclaimed, “Fresh refreshments!”

“Thanks, Mum,” George teased Ron as he wordlessly offered everyone a glass of lemonade. Ron offered him an annoyed scowl but decided against entertaining the twins’ antics, having been a victim for years himself.

You smiled softly and thanked Harry as he handed you a glass of lemonade before taking one for himself. The drink, surprisingly, tasted normal and actually proved to be quite nice on the hot summer’s day, despite being made by two people who were highly inexperienced in the culinary arts.

George, after finishing his drink, wasted no time in proclaiming, “Well, Fred, I’m thoroughly refreshed.”

“As am I, George. What say you, we play a little quidditch?” Fred grinned, as he nudged Ron and Ginny slightly, and shot Harry a wink.

“Exactly my thoughts, dear twin.”

_________________________

“Are you sure, [Y/N]?” Harry asked you once more, “‘Mione was also scared at first, but she got better with practice.” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you smiled, “I can’t ride a broom for the life of me. Remember second year when I quite literally fell off?”

Harry chuckled a little as he was reminded of that day. You two had only been twelve years old then, but Harry could remember harbouring a small crush on you even then.

Currently, he was trying desperately to get you to join them in their quidditch game, feeling terrible that you would be the only one who would not be participating. You didn’t mind though. You were an avid spectator of the game, having grown accustomed to it through the years of quidditch spectating that you had done, using your supposed interest in ‘quidditch’ to disguise your admiration for a particular bespeckled seeker on the Gryffindor team.

He looked at you for a moment longer, silently asking if you were absolutely sure that you didn’t want to give flying a try.

“I am sure, Harry,” you reassured yet again, “I wouldn’t even be able to get up off the ground, honestly. Plus, I love watching you. Trust me.”

He gave you a shy smile before giving you a quick peck on your lips and mounting his broom. He took his position as seeker and the game began, with you sitting in a comfortable position on the grass below, watching Harry and his friends whizz around in the air.

Harry sent you occasional looks while he flew in the air, in between looking for the snitch and trying to dodge any bludgers that may be coming his way. It was when he gazed down at you for the fourth time in a ten-minute period when a brilliant idea struck him. He flew down towards you quickly with a grin on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you stood up, worry evident on your face, “Are you hurt?”

Harry only grinned in response and held out his hand. “Hop on.”

“What?” you asked, tentatively taking his hand in yours.

He pulled you towards him gently and said, “Come on. Fly with me.”

“What? No!” You exclaimed in protest and tried to withdraw your hand at his proposal of this ridiculous idea. “Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“I’m an amazing flyer, y’know,” he squeezed your hand lightly, “Come on, it’ll be great.”

You shot him an unsure look to which he responded by speaking again, grinning even wider, “You can see the clouds a lot better from up there.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Potter?” you ask with an amused smile, knowing full well what he was implying.

“You’ll be able to see your cloud twin,” he sent you a dorky grin and you couldn’t help but laugh at his equally dorky joke.

“Shut up.”

“Is that a yes?”

You only sent him a soft smile in return. You figured that the fact that you were mounting his broom with your hands set on his shoulders would be enough conveyance of your response.

___________________

You had forgotten what it felt like to fly. It was a surreal experience; there was no other way to describe it. The wind hit your face just right, and the view from above was truly magnificent. The fact that you were sitting behind your boyfriend only made it that much better.

Technically, Harry was supposed to be flying around, looking for the snitch for his three-player team. Needless to say, though, he couldn’t care less about where the snitch was. In this moment, he was only listening to you talk and occasionally trying to impress you with some of the tricks that he had learnt over the years. He ignored the annoyed looks that his teammates, Fred and Hermione, sent him, and instead focused on flying as carefully as possible.

“Look!” you exclaimed all of a sudden.

Harry slightly jolted, worried that you had gotten hurt or uncomfortable, somehow. He expressed his concern immediately, “What?”

“That one looks a bit like you.” You grinned, pointing to a random cloud that did not resemble Harry in any shape or form.

Harry only grinned like an idiot and breathed a sigh of relief, “Come to think of it, I see it--”

“Oi! There’s the snitch, lovebirds!” Fred hollered from somewhere down below.

“Come on, Harry!” Hermione joined in, urging Harry to fly towards it and catch it, ending the game in a victory for Harry, Hermione, Fred, and even you.

Harry, without wasting any time, dove down below, apparently in the direction of the snitch, even though you couldn’t see a thing. His gaze was set on something straight ahead and he had sped up considerably, causing you to hold onto him even tighter as the wind whipped your hair back even more rapidly than before. The sky had turned a vivid orange as the sun was about to set, but as you neared it, you could see the clear outline of the golden snitch flying in the air. Something that Harry had been able to see from a much greater distance.

Harry sped up even more, chasing the snitch with an even greater intensity. He outstretched his hand slowly as he neared the snitch and grasped it tightly just as his fingertips grazed its shiny gold surface. He held it up victoriously and cheers from you, Hermione and Fred filled the air, while the distant grumbles from Ron, George and Ginny could be heard in the back.

Harry looked down towards the grass where everyone had started to fly down and hop off their brooms. Hermione and Fred were celebrating and recounting all the amazing plays they had devised while George, Ron and Ginny had already begun planning for tomorrow’s game. Still in the air, Harry turned his head slightly to look back at you.

“What?” You asked once you caught sight of the mischievous smile on his face. ”Aren’t you going to fly down?”

“How about a few more minutes?” He asked with a smile. You couldn’t help but chuckle and shake your head fondly.

“Hey guys!” Harry waved from above to those on the ground, “We’ll be back in five minutes!”

___________________

It was safe to say that you two did not take five minutes. You two didn’t even take ten minutes. Not even twenty.

It was also safe to say that when you and Harry tried sneaking into the Burrow after three hours of flying around the beautiful landscape, Mrs. Weaseley was not pleased.

Not that you and Harry minded, though. You wouldn’t trade those three hours for the world.

[macaqueyfreedom]

I just sat here having a 5 minute long conversation AT the fic I'm reading, lecturing Harry Potter about being 23 and stupid. Cos that's just what you do when you're halfway to 31 and don't know how to sleep like a normal human being.

[cinephobia]

WHY does tumblr keep showing me so many radfem blogs on the recommended tab like how does that work am I following some weirdo on accident? Are any of you interacting with those idiots?

[starlight-writes-stuff]

chapter one - the note // light me up : a draco malfoy fic

a/n : hello ! this is chapter one of light me up. it is a bit short- i really want to get outside opinions on what you think ; i hope you enjoy ! seeing as i have exactly 0 followers on this here blog this story will also be posted on wattpad (where i’m known as starlight--writes) . it’s a bit easier to grow on there , but i figured theres always a chance of someone finding this fic on here and falling in love with it . anyways , if you’re seeing this , reblogs and notes are always appreciated . requests are open as well ! k , bye (:

reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁

Charms was your least favorite class of the day. Usually you looked forward to it, eagerly awaiting getting to sit next to your boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, but in the week that the two of you had broken up, it had been torture. You still had to sit with him- the seating was assigned that way, but now instead of kisses when you walked in and holding hands under the table, it was forced smiles and awkward greetings. 

So far, you’d spent the whole class looking down at your lap, tangling your fingers together and trying to take up as little space as possible. Maybe, if you were still enough, he would just forget you were there. You made no noise, no sudden movements; essentially, acting like you didn’t even exist. However, that illusion was broken when Nearly Headless Nick has floated in through the back wall, holding a letter that he handed to Professor Flitwick. He read it over silently, then looked up and directly at you. He cleared his throat and stepped down from the pile of books he stood on, and shuffled over to you.

“Miss Y/L/N, it seems you are needed elsewhere. When you finish, please see me for the homework,” he said with a warm smile, handing you the parchment he was holding. 

You smiled back- Professor Flitwick had always been nice to you- and grabbed your bag without even reading the short note; if it meant not having to be so close to Cedric, you were happy for the excuse. As you got up, you felt a gentle tug on your sleeve and your stomach flew up into your throat. Looking up, you saw Cedric smile and drop his grip on your shirt.

“When you’re done, can we talk?” he asked quietly, trying not to draw any attention to either of you. “I’d like to. I’ll wait in the library after classes.”

You couldn’t muster a vocal response- this was the most he’d said to you in a week, and from the look on his face, it seemed important. You just nodded and fled the room, trying to compose yourself before the pumpkin pastie you had eaten before Charms came back up. 

Once you were in the silent, stony hallway, you took a deep breath. Everything was fine. He probably just wanted his jumper back- it was his favorite, and he’d given it to you for pajamas a while ago. You leaned your head back against the cool cobblestone of the hallway, and retrieved the note from your bag, reading it over twice before you fully comprehended the meaning.

Miss Y/LN, Excuse the interruption of your class- upon review of your marks, it seems that you will be quite alright missing a charms class and upholding your grade. The staff have deliberated the results of your try out for Slytherin House’s Quidditch Team, and we are glad to offer you the position of a back-up seeker. Please meet the current Slytherin seeker- Draco Malfoy- in the dining hall for a private practice. We hope this letter finds you well, Slytherin House Quidditch Staff

You tried to contain your excitement, but couldn’t wipe the grin off of your face as you made your way to the Dining Hall. You had mostly tried out for Quidditch as a one off thing, to get Cedric to shut up about it. You absolutely hadn’t expected to be chosen and assigned a spot, so the letter was the only bright point in your week so far. As you entered the great hall, you saw the white-blonde head you were supposed to be meeting leaned over a roll of parchment, chewing on his lower lip.

                                                      ☁ ☁ ☁

Draco Malfoy was in the same year as you- the same house as well- but the two of you had never talked much. Your social circles weren’t intertwined, and besides the few classes you had with him, you didn’t run into him often. As you walked over to him, you dimly wondered if he even knew your name.

“Draco? I’m supposed to meet with you, right?” you asked, timidly. He looked up from his books to meet your eyes. 

“Oh, right. Sorry, I’m trying to get this Potions work done, but…” he tapered off, shaking his head. “Anyway. Sorry- but yes, Flint asked me to meet with you. Y/N, right?”

“Right,” you said with a nod, “Yeah. And I have the answers for the Potions homework, if you want them.”

Draco gathered all his things, shoving them into his bag and asked, “Really? Oh. Wait. Aren't you in my potions class?”

You nodded, and went to fish the paper out of your book, wondering why you’d offered in the first place. You weren’t one to let others copy. “Yeah. I finished it last night, so you can look over it, if you want to,” you replied, handing him the parchment. He took the roll from your hand, giving you a half-smile. 

“Thank you. I can’t seem to understand Potions, like, ever, so I appreciate it. I promise, this will only take a couple minutes; I’ll have you out on the field right after.”

You settled beside him and pulled out your Charms book- might as well finish reading the chapter while you have the time. You could hear Draco muttering the words under his breath as he scratched them down with his quill, and found that oddly endearing. Besides him being the seeker for Slytherin, and his constant feud with Harry Potter, you really didn’t know much about the tall boy sitting next to you, so that fact that you knew how he took notes seemed almost… intimate. Like something you shouldn’t know, but you did. As you pondered on this, you started to wonder what else you didn’t know about him. You referenced the general knowledge of him you’d picked up over the last six years.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Name- Draco Malfoy (son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, who were well known in the wizard community. Kind of a dark family, though.)

Year- 6

Position- Seeker

Attributes- tall, handsome, good Quidditch  player, constantly nagging at harry potter for reasons unknown, friends with Crabbe and Goyle, mumbles while taking notes. Had never had a girlfriend, to your knowledge, but had many hookups. Quiet and brooding and slightly scary. Very intimidating, and taller than you’d think. He smelled good, like citrus and musk and old parchment, and his hair looked soft. He was a pretty boy, really. Scarily pretty. 

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were still trying to think of anything you’d heard about him, other than the general assumptions of him: good looking, but a woeful git to just about everyone, when he shut his book and slid the roll of parchment back over to you.

“Thanks, again. So you’re gunning for my spot on the team?” he asked, packing up his things. You felt your face flush, and didn’t know how to respond when he chuckled and spoke up. “I’m kidding. It’s always good to have backup players, for when we get hurt. You must’ve really impressed Flint- he was going on and on about the ‘new girl’ at practice.”

Your cheeks got hot again as the two of you walked out of the dining hall and through the passages leading out to the field. “I guess so. I really didn’t think anything would come of me trying out.”

Draco ran a hand through his hair and walked out into the courtyard. “Really? What took you so long to try out, if you don't mind me asking? We’re always looking for new talent.”

You looked up at him out of the corner of your eye, and saw that he was waiting on an answer. “Um- I really didn’t ever think about playing, honestly. Over last summer, I was dragged into a game by a couple of friends, and they told me I had a knack for it. Then Cedric wouldn’t stop bugging me about trying to join the team, so I did.”

“That’s right. Isn’t he your boyfriend?”

You felt your heart pang at his words, and gave him a tight lipped smile. “He was. We aren’t really together anymore.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn't know. I’ve just seen you two around, so I assumed…” he trailed off, looking down at you with sympathetic eyes.

“It’s fine. It was pretty recent that we,” you hesitated, almost choking on the words. “It was recently that we split up. No one really knows yet, besides close friends.”

Draco nodded, pulling a key out of his pocket. He unlocked a door on the side of the castle that you didn’t even realize existed, and walked into the cramped room. It was full of Quidditch  supplies- practice jerseys, brooms, and the trunk that held all the equipment. He picked it up, and you could see the muscles in his forearms flexing and shifting under his pale skin as he held the heavy trunk. 

“Well, I won't tell anyone. I’m sorry, I know how that can be. Will you grab two of those?” he asked, nodding at the wall behind you. Multiple brooms were mounted on it, and you grabbed two, following him out of the room. You replayed his sentence in your head. ‘I know how that can be.’ and wondered if you had missed something. You’d never seen Draco with a girl, much less a girlfriend. But maybe he was one to keep his relationships quiet. It made things much easier when you broke up if no one knew you were dating anyone in the first place.

“Yeah. It’s been… it hasn’t been fun. But, anyway, I really tried out because of that. When I didn’t hear anything for a bit, I figured that I hadn’t made it.”

“Yeah, the review takes a long time. Snape has the whole team review tryouts, then selects certain people to start training. Just about everyone was impressed with yours, though.”

“Well that’s good, right? I mean, if I’m being trained, I assume that I made it.”

Draco smiled down at you, dropping the trunk on the grass. “Welcome to the team. Let’s see what you can do.”

                                                       ☁ ☁ ☁

After a few hours of flying about Draco started packing the trunk back up, strapping the snitch back into place. The curls that had previously adorned your head had fallen limp from flying, and you were out of breath as the two of you walked back to the supply cabinet. 

“I can see why Flint was so impressed. You really could take my spot, if you wanted it,” Draco said with a smile, unlocking the hidden door once more. 

“I don’t think so. But thank you.”

He placed the trunk back on a shelf, and turned to you, crossing his arms. Again, you watched the muscles ripple under his skin and tried not to flush. “You really are good. Maybe not better than me, but good,” he said, and you could feel his eyes on you as you returned the brooms to their wall mountings. 

“I’ve seen you play, Malfoy. If you can take the snitch out from under Cedric’s nose, then I'm not sure I'll be put to much use.”

“Oh, please. Cedric isn’t what I would call competition’” he joked, locking the door behind the two of you. “And if you were watching Cedric play, how would you know if I’m any good?” he raised an eyebrow at you, and your heart fluttered in your chest. 

You’d always known Draco was good looking- it was hard not to notice that- but he was also wickedly funny, and quick witted. You felt better than you had in a week for the first time today, and you didn’t doubt that some of it had to do with the blonde boy beside you. 

“Just because I was dating someone in a different house doesn’t mean I ever stopped rooting for ours. I know where my loyalties lie.”

He gave you a sweet smile, and the two of you continued walking back to the castle in comfortable silence. When you ducked back into the bustling hallways from the courtyard, Draco cleared his throat, stopping in the small alcove. 

“So. Um, I think we should probably do this again. You did almost all solo flying today, but you need to feel the pressure of racing against someone as well. That’s half of being a seeker, is racing your opponent. Do you have a free period sometime this week?” he asked, and you felt your heart stir again- while you might’ve needed more training, you had a nagging feeling that it was a little more than that. The two of you had a good time, and you hadn’t seen Draco smile that much in the whole six years you’d been at Hogwarts with him.

“Sure. I have two on Thursday. Just let me know when you’re free; I’m in the common room a lot, so I should be easy to find.”

He grinned down at you, his blonde hair flopping down and over his forehead and cleared his throat. “Okay. sounds good. I’ll see you later, then?”

You nodded, and gave him a smile. “I’ll see you around.”

                                                       ☁ ☁ ☁

[sinclairewolf]

Bloodlust

A Hermione goes dark one-shot

°°°°°

It was done. Over. Ron had abandoned them. And Harry... Harry was dead. She'd found him floating face down in a frozen pond, half encased in ice with the horcrux wound tight around his blue neck. Hermione sat alone at the table in their tent. Her tent now. The gilded locket of Salazar Slytherin sat on the wood, harmless in appearance.

Her tears had long since dried, leaving salty pale tracks down her cheeks, and her eyes had transformed from glassy to dull. It had been her job. She'd had one fucking job. And she'd failed. The ache in her chest had long since eroded away, leaving her with a ragged hole. It felt as though tears and fractures spread out from her center, spreading through her body like cracks in porcelain.

What was left? Who did this make her? No longer was she a daughter. Her parents didn't even know of her existence. No longer a friend or a lover. No longer a student. Nothing. Barely even Hermione Granger.

Her wand was suddenly in her hand and she twirled it, staring at the familiar design and feel of it in her palm. Magic readily flowed down her forearm, eager to be unleashed. She was a witch. She still had that despite whatever nonsense those blood purists spouted. Despite whatever that- that snake, Voldemort, seemed to insinuate.

A sudden urge to say his name blossomed in her chest. It traveled through her, up the line of her throat until her lips were tingling. She knew the danger of it. Knew the repercussions. But what was possibly stopping her? She had nothing left to live for.

"Voldemort." The word left her in a hushed whisper, almost like the hushed cadence of a soft spoken lover. Several cracks of apparation rang outside the tent and yet no one came through the opening. The wards were still in place.

Rising to her feet wearily, she placed the locket in the most familiar place, around her neck. It pulsed as if feeding on the devastation that wracked her soul. Numb legs carried her outside, her boots crunching on the snow. Four figures walked along the barrier, completely clueless to her position. Fools.

She felt a sudden disgust well up inside her. They weren't even worth her time. Lower than low. Kill them. The insidious thought sent a shiver of sensation down her spine. Hermione froze, waiting for the feeling to surface again. Needing to feel something. Anything. The solution hit her with clarity.

The vinewood wand in her grip rose and pointed at the nearest of them. He was scrawny and pale, dressed all in black like some knock off version of Professor Snape. The words formed in her mind and she felt that tingle against her lips pairing with disgust. Hatred. "Avada Kedavra."

The subtle caress of the words was a sharp contrast to the sudden and violent expulsion of green light that raced from the tip of her wand. It hit the unsuspecting scum square in the back and he dropped without a sound. Three others froze and whirled in place, eyes searching for their attacker.

Again... It was a sibilant whisper against her soul. She pointed at the second one, stepping free from the cloak of the wards as she took a step. "Avada Kedavra!" She spoke the words with more gusto this time and was greeted by the man's shocked face as his eyes reflected the green of the curse. Green like Harry's.

A twisted smile curved her lips as she turned to the others who had been frozen into momentary silence. They came to life once more as their eyes met hers, both firing off hexes.

She raised a shield but it only served to block one and a nasty cutting hex from the other sent a slash of fire across her ribs, splattering blood on the snow at her feet. "Avada Kedavra!" she shouted with vigor, chasing the reflected green like a drug. More. She needed more.

Turning to the last, her smile fell when he turned and ran. No, she didn't want to hit his back. She needed to see it. Wanted to watch as the green chased the life from his eyes. "Levicorpus!" A squealed shout rang out against the trees and an arc of snow sprayed as the man was lifted from his feet to dangle upside down.

Panic widened his eyes and he shot off several hexes that missed her by a mile. It felt good. She felt alive. And powerful. "W-wait!" he stammered, anxiously trying to bat away the greasy locks of brown hair that were obscuring his vision. It was perfect really, giving her a clear view of dingy brown eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!" Hermione laughed as the thrill ran through her, dancing along her spine, heedless of how the porcelain cracks in her soul widened and lengthened. It gave room for the insidious whispers to grow louder, for the feeling to fill in all the blank spots inside herself. The Slytherin locket warmed against the hollow of her throat. She whirled as if searching for the next opponent, but realized she was utterly alone. A flick of her wrist let the body behind her fall with a thud.

"Voldemort," she whispered again, her blood heating and heart racing. Cracks sounded nearby and her grin widened.

°°°°°

[welcometothefrogparade]

The Alchemist Chronicle Update

Last Spring/Summer I posted the first part of my drarry fic, The Alchemist Chronicle. The first part, A Handful of Snakes, was received very well, which I’m super thankful for. It currently has over 7,000 hits and dozens of comments, which I still can’t wrap my head around. If you’re one of my readers, I just want to extend a big thank you to you! 

I hope you’ll join me as I keep updating the second part, The Lion Codex, over the Winter/Spring of 2021. Like the first part, it will consist of 25 chapters.

Here’s the link to find the Alchemist Chronicle on AO3! 

If you’re not familiar with this work, I’ll paste the introduction here so you may get a better idea of what it’s about. 

“This series is my Drarry canon - it explores in depth the character arch that I think Draco truly deserved. Harry, whose traumatic upbringing often goes ignored, also receives a more humane treatment from an author point of view. In the first part, A Handful of Snakes, we discover what happened to Harry Potter and many of his friends soon after the Battle of Hogwarts, and how he came to know Draco Malfoy and become close with him. Harry and Draco's relationship does not go unnoticed by Draco's family, and it seems he will be forced to cut ties with them for good. At the end of A Handful of Snakes it is revealed that the case of Draco's family feud is much more complex than either Harry or Draco knew to expect. The pair is forced out of their now settled-down life, and in the second part of the Alchemist Chronicle, The Lion Codex, they must embark on a mission to find out once and for all just how much they're willing to risk to stay together.

Notes:

This work is a fanfiction based on the characters and events of the Harry Potter series created by J.K.Rowling. It is mostly according to the currently available canon of the Harry Potter universe (excluding certain historical details about wizard hygiene that never should have never seen the light of day). With that being said, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin are also still alive in this work. (I simply believe another boy without parents in one series is a bit... overkill, you know?)”

The Alchemist Chronicle is rated M for mature content (smut), and no archive warnings apply.