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bubblegump-1-nk · 6 months

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It Hurts Me

pairing: Theodore Nott x female!reader

summary: In which you’re dating Adrian Pucey but your relationship is anything but healthy. Theo wishes you could see what’s right in front of you - songs: It Hurts Me by Elvis Presley and He Could Never Love You by Henry Morris and Playyar

Warnings: toxic and abusive relationships

- I’m sosososo sorry it has taken me so long to post. I’ve just been pretty lazy recently but I’m back(kinda)!! Also, implied Gryffindor reader but I don’t think I ever specified what house she’s in.

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Theo was sitting at the Slytherin table for dinner. His friends chatting around him as he ate his mashed potatoes.

“It was completely unfair!” Complained Enzo, explaining how the red card call against him in the most recent quidditch match was uncalled for.

“Enzo, you grabbed Rais by the neck and threw him off his broom. It was completely fair.” Says Daphne, causing Enzo to roll his eyes and focus on his plate of food.

“Look,” says Pansy, elbowing Daphne lightly to get her attention. “They’ve been fighting again.” She says.

Theo follows their gaze, and sees you entering the Great Hall. Your eyes are bloodshot red and puffy. Mascara running slightly beneath your eyes. Theo clenches his fists at the sight of you. He can’t believe your still with that git Adrian Pucey.

“What do you think it was about this time?” Theo asks, still looking at you as you make your way over to the Gryffindor table.

“I heard them in the hallway earlier. Something about her school uniform.” Says Draco in between bites of food.

“What?! He’s angry about her goddamn school uniform?” Theo proclaims, astonished at how idiotic your stupid boyfriend is.

“Yeah, it’s too tight or something.” Draco explains.

Theo’s about to say something else, when Adrian walks into the dining hall.

His hair is messy, and his face is stoic yet his eyes are still furious. Every time Theo sees him he wonders how a girl as sweet and perfect as you could be in a relationship with a git like him.

“How long have they been together?” Mattheo asks, more quietly this time.

“About 6 months, I think.” Says Pansy.

Theo pushes his plate away, his appetite gone from thinking too much about you with someone else.

“I’m going to bed.” He says, getting up and leaving before anyone can ask any questions.

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“Y/n, I seriously don’t understand why you’re still with him.” Hermione states, as you walk back to the common room.

“It’s complicated Hermione. He’s so good to me sometimes.” You explain.

“Well you should be with someone who’s good to you all the time.” She says, as you enter the common room.

“He’s just jealous sometimes. It’s not like he’s ever laid a hand on me or anything.” You state.

“Right, but it’s only a matter of time before it gets worse.”

“Hermione, please. I understand your looking out for me but please, just stay out of it.” You say, as you walk quickly up to your dorm, leaving Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

“Boyfriend problems again?” Ron asks.

“Like always.” Responds Hermione, plopping down on the couch.

~~~

“Hi Theo.” You say happily, as you see him in the hallway on your way out of the bathroom.

“Hi y/n, what class are you in right now?” He asks. Since classes were in session, the hallways were empty except for the two of you.

“History of Magic and I’m bored to insanity.” You say with a giggle, and Theo responds with a chuckle.

“Wanna skip?”

You give him a look, thinking of all the possibilities, but you quickly give in. How could you ever say no to Theodore Nott?

“Take me away.” You say. Theo gives a small surprised look, too quick for you to realize what it meant. In reality, he hadn’t truly expected you to say yes, considering that Adrian had forced you to block contact with just about every boy at Hogwarts. Your slight confusion slips away as Theo grabs your hand, and you giggle as he starts dragging you out of the building.

~~~

He takes you to the Black Lake, and he sets his things down by a tree as you try to catch your breath.

“Merlin, y/n, I need to take you on more runs if your panting after that.” He says jokingly.

You slap him lightly on the shoulder as you say, “No, you’re just absurdly tall! One of your steps is like 5 of mine.”

“Sorry, principessa, I guess I didn’t take that into consideration.” He says, laughing slightly at your demeanor.

“Ok, Mr. Cocky, wrap it up.” You say, smiling, as you go sit down by the tree.

Theo and you had been close friends since 2nd year, but you started to lose touch with him, (as well as practically all your guy friends) since you started dating Adrian. You missed moments like these and cherished them the little times you got them.

You began to get out your homework as Theo was walking towards the tree.

“Oh absolutely not.” He states, coming nearer.m

“What?” You ask, confused.

“You are not about to do homework right now. You might as well have stayed in class.” He states, grabbing your textbooks.

“Ok, ok, fine. Just put my books down and then I’ll do whatever you want to do.” You say, getting up for, your sitting position.

“Anything?” He says, a smirk on his lips as he sets your books down.

You playfully roll your eyes, “almost anything.” You clarify.

“Get in the lake with me.” He says.

“But it’s cold!” You protest.

He gives you a look, and as you stare into his eyes you can’t help but say yes to whatever he says.

“Well, let’s go then!” You say as you run towards the water, taking off your clothes.

Theo laughs as he runs behind you, both of your clothes sprawled out on the ground like a trail leading to the water, leaving you both in your underwear.

You get to the dock first, but before you get a moment to readjust yourself, Theo comes running behind you, grabbing you by the waist and taking you with him into the water.

You let out a yelp before plunging into the frigid water.

“Merlin it’s cold.” Theo says, as you two reach the surface again.

“What did you expect idiot. It’s the middle of February.”

“What did you just call me?” Theo says jokingly, grabbing you by the waist again to take you down under.

“No, please! Have mercy!” You says, jokingly before being engulfed in cold water. Your body and Theo’s wrapped tightly together.

You realize that this is the first time in months that you’ve felt truly free. Nothing but happiness in your head, not even a hint of fear. It’s something you haven’t experienced since you’ve been dating Adrian. In this small moment where you’re deep in these black waters, you realize that Theo is the only one who has shown you that since you’ve been with Adrian.

You feel yourself getting pulled up and your head breaks through the surface again.

“Race you to the dock!” Theo calls out, swimming quickly towards the shore.

“Wait! That’s so unfair!” You call out before swimming after him.

The sounds of your laughter mix together, and quickly you forget everything that’s ever pained you - especially Adrian.

Quickly you reach the dock, Theo already climbing onto it.

“Beat you bella.” Theo says, a large smile on his face.

“Yeah, only because you cheated.” You say, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Aw c’mon, just admit that you’re too slow for me.” He chuckling.

“Over my dead body. Now help me up, Nott.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says, reaching down to give you his hand and lifting you up quickly as if you weighed no more that 5 pounds.

“It’s freezing.” You say, walking towards your bags.

“Good thing I have a sweatshirt.” Theo says, handing it to you as reach the tree.

You conduct a quick drying spell on the both of you and you two began redressing, you slip Theo’s sweatshirt over your uniform.

You two sit down, chatting and laughing. You realize how long it’s been since you’ve really talked to Theo, and how much you’ve missed it.

“That’s why.” Theo ends his story, explaining why Mattheo and him put hair dye in Draco’s shampoo. You laugh heavily at the story.

Theo opens his mouth to add something else before he’s quickly cut off by another voice. You feel your body tense up as you recognize it.

“Well what the fuck do we have here?” Adrian calls out as he walks over to you.

You quickly look between Theo and Adrian, your voice leaving you for a second.

“Hi baby. We were just-“

“Drop it y/n. I don’t give a fuck what you were doing. What I want to know is why you’re hanging out with this brown haired bloke.”

After this comment, Theo quickly gets up, standing to his full 6’3 height.

“Theo stop.” You whisper, grabbing his arm and getting up.

“Don’t fucking touch him y/n. I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from him.” Adrian says, his temper rising.

“I-“ Theo begins, but you cut him off.

“You’re right A, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You say, making yourself small and holding your head down.

“What? No-“ Theo starts again, before Adrian cuts him off.

“Let’s get out of here. Now!” He says, as he takes your hand and drags you away, leaving Theo speechless.

~~~

“I can’t take it anymore.” Theo says, back in the Slytherin common room. He had stood outside in shock for about 10 minutes before heading inside. He had always known Adrian was a shitty boyfriend, but he had never really seen you two interact. He had told the story to his friends and now they were all sitting around the fire pit discussing.

“I never realized it was that serious.” Said Enzo, looking severely concerned.

“I just don’t understand why she’s still with him. He doesn’t love her. He never has and he never fucking will. He’s a goddamn psycho.” Theo says, rage seeping out of him.

“It’s horrible.” Pansy says.

“It hurts me to see him treat her the way that he does. And the worst part is that I know he’ll never let her go, cause that’s just the kind of git that he is. I just wished she could see that he’s never going to change.” Theo says, full of anger and despair.

“And everyone knows. I mean the whole school is saying how dim witted she is to keep believing his lies.” Daphne says.

“I just wish she could pay attention to the ones who would treat her right.” Theo says, before getting up, saying a quick goodnight, and heading to bed. Although, he didn’t sleep all night, how could he? Knowing that you were still with Adrian and he could probably never have you.

~~~

“Can you hurry up? I want to get there before the good stuff runs out.” Calls out Mattheo, trying to gather the group to get to the Ravenclaw party on time.

“Merlin, we’re coming.” Says Pansy, annoyed at Mattheo’s whining.

Theo, Pansy, and Daphne make their way down to the rest of the group, and they start heading to the party soon after.

~~~

“You’re disgusting mate.” Theo says, as Mattheo downs a concoction given to him by Draco.

“I’m not weak, that’s what.” Mattheo says, causing Theo to chuckle at his stupidity.

Suddenly, he sees you walk into the Ravenclaw common room. You look beautiful in a black babydoll dress and your hair loosely curled. He stares at you in awe as you make your way around the party….. behind your stupid boyfriend.

“I’ll be right back.” Theo says to his friends, walking away before they can question him.

He maneuvers around the people quickly, reaching you in a matter of seconds. He taps you on the shoulder, causing you to turn around and stare up at him.

“Hey.” You squeak out, your eyes switching from looking at his to darting around the room quickly.

Theo’s about to say something before he notices something strange about your face. Your lip has a cut on the upper lip, and hidden away by quickly applied concealer your right eye appears to be an arrange of blues, greens, purples, and yellows.

Theo stares in shock, hoping he’s just being dramatic.

“What’re you-“ Adrian starts, noticing that you weren’t behind him anymore before he quickly sees the pair of you.

“Goddamn it, do you have no one else to bother, Nott?” Adrian says, going to reach for your arm.

Theo quickly decides he’s not going to let him take you away this time.

“You do that to her face?” Theo asks, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

Adrian laughs, as he looks to you. “Got to show her her place, y’know?” Adrian says chuckling.

Suddenly, you see Theo’s eyes darken, darken to a point you’ve never seen them get to before. The cup in his hand is crushed by his clenching fists, and his tongue is poking the inside of his cheek as he lets out a low chuckle. Quickly, before you can register what’s happening, Theo sends a punch directly into Adrian’s nose.

“What the fuck?” Adrian says, cupping his nose quickly before blood seeps all over the floor.

Before even Adrian can register what happened, Theo lands another punch, and another, and another.

Soon, Theo’s on top of Adrian, punching him ruthlessly.

Adrian is attempting to fight back but Theo’s too quick and Adrian is slowly losing consciousness. A ring has formed around the pair of them, some people attempting to break them before, 1) realizing it’s no use because Theo has absolutely no intention of stopping any time soon, or 2) the Slytherin boys stop them from grabbing Theo, because they’re enjoying the show. And on top of that, too many people are too scared of Theo to even try to intervene.

You stand back, shock stopping you from doing anything.

“Ok that’s enough.” Draco says, seeing Adrian on the ground in and out of consciousness, bruised and bloody.

“Help me you gits.” Draco calls out to the rest of the Slytherin boys.

They get Theo off of Adrian after a few seconds, and Adrian’s friends quickly pull him off of the ground and take him away.

“You touch her again and I’ll rip your fucking liver out next time, Pucey.” Theo calls out, shaking off his friends who are holding him back.

You continue to stand in your original position, mouth slightly agape as you look at Theo. No one’s ever really protected you like that.

“Theo.” You say as you walk up to him slowly.

Theo just stares at you, a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there seconds ago causes your knees to become shaky.

“I- thank you.” You say, before hugging him.

Theo quickly wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. You begin to lightly cry into his chest, repeating your thanks over and over.

“Hey, hey, you don’t have to thank me.” Theo says, pulling you away so he can see your face, his large hands wiping away your tears.

“I just, I was so scared, all the time.” You explain.

Theo’s heart melts, and he carefully decides his next few words.

“You won’t ever have to be scared with me. If you’ll let me.” He says tenderly.

You smile, not believing that the Theodore Nott is asking you to be his.

“How could I not let you love me?” You say, before kissing him sweetly.

#slytherin boys #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #jealousyfic #theodore nott #harry potter #theodore nott x y/n #angst #adrian pucey #toxic relationship #toxicity

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sergeantbuckybarnes · 2 years

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good enough // george weasley

Summary: A Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor don't go together. Perhaps that's why George didn't ask you to the Yule Ball. Perhaps he prefers a Hufflepuff, which is why he asked Susan Bones instead of you.

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: two idiots in love, a little angst with a happy ending

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @allyjoe755 for proofreading this!

This was a request by anon. Hope you like it!

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“Has he already asked you?” Your friend inquired.

You simply shook your head, attempting to hide your disappointment, but you knew you couldn't fool Cho; she knew you better than anyone else.

Truth is, you had been waiting for your best friend and long-time crush George Weasley to ask you to the Yule Ball, and you had even subtly hinted to him that you didn't have a date, but the ginger boy didn't seem to pick up on your signals.

Roger Davies was the first one who asked you to be his date, and even though he was a nice fellow Ravenclaw, you didn't want to rush in and say yes because you were hoping George would ask.

A few days later, Adrian Pucey approached you as you were leaving your potions class with Cho and Luna, both girls secretly squealing at the cute Slytherin. Despite the fact that Adrian was labeled as a nice guy, considering his house, you turned him down, again hoping for the ginger boy to ask you.

As the weeks passed and the ball got closer, you began to lose hope that George would ask you. You knew Fred was going with Angelina– you were there in the Great Hall when the older twin asked her– and you also knew Lee had asked Alicia Spinet. So what about George? Did he have a date that he didn't tell you about? Why hadn’t he asked you to go with him? It’s not like you expected him to ask you to be his girlfriend. You would even accept going with him as friends. You would take anything he would offer you. But, sadly, he was radio silent about the Yule Ball, and you weren't confident enough to ask him yourself, as Luna suggested, preferring to go alone rather than risk rejection.

And that’s how you ended up, sitting in a chair between Harry and Ron, who were both having an awful night as well, because neither of them were with the person they wanted to be with. You seemed to fit right in.

But your night was made even worse when your gaze was drawn to the redhead you'd grown to love as more than a friend, and your heart clenched inside your chest. You could feel your eyes welling up as he twirled Susan Bones and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her closer to his chest.

He had, of course, invited a Hufflepuff to the dance. A Gryffindor and a Hufflepuff made an excellent match. But a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw together? That sounded like a story from one of those Muggle fairy tales Hermione told you about. But you refused to cry, especially when you saw George approaching you, thankfully alone.

“Hey, snookums,” he greeted you, using the term of endearment he gave you when you were 11. You shared a compartment with him and Fred on your first ride to Hogwarts. It always warmed your heart that the pet name was exclusively yours, but now you wondered if he also used it with Susan.

You forced a smile.

“Hey, you.” You tried to sound as even as possible, not letting on that you were about to cry before he approached you. “You having fun?”

He just smiled and nodded before looking to the sides as if looking for someone, “Where’s your date?”

Susan appeared from behind him and linked her arm with his before you could even respond to his question. “Come on, Georgie. I love this song.” And he was dragged away from you.

“This is the worst night of my life,” Ron muttered.

And you had to agree.

You avoided George at all costs after that disastrous night; you couldn't just hang out and listen to him brag about how much fun he had with Susan, and a part of you resented him a little for it.

Stopping hanging out with George meant stopping hanging out with Fred and Lee as well, and there was nothing you could do about it, even if you felt bad about making them pay the consequences of George's stupidity. The twins were always joined by the hip with Lee at their side.

You had no idea if George had noticed your absence from his life, or if he even cared. What you knew was that he made no attempt to approach you.

But George had noticed it. How could he not? You used to spend most of your free time with him, either in the Gryffindor common room or in the library; he would always drop by when you were studying and sit there for hours just watching you, teasing you now and then, calling you a bookworm and a smartypants. Sometimes you even helped him and Fred with some pranks.

Now, when you saw him in the corridors, you turned the other way, avoiding him like the plague. It hurt him. It hurt him even more not knowing what he had done to upset you.

Because, how could he even fix it if he didn’t know what he did wrong?

So he sought advice from his brother and best friend.

“You’re joking, right?” Fred stated. He was aware that his brother could be stupid, but not that stupid.

But George's helpless expression revealed nothing but seriousness.

“You screwed up, mate,” Lee chimed in.

His friend's response confused him even more. The Quidditch Commentator simply rolled his eyes at his pal's folly. “She fancies you.”

“What? No, she doesn’t.”

Were his friends pulling his leg? You couldn't possibly feel that way about him. It sounded too good to be true. For Godrick’s sake, you were a Ravenclaw! You were incredibly intelligent, witty, kind, and beautiful...

“You must be the only jerk who hasn't figured it out yet,” His twin's voice jolted him out of his reverie.

“She's upset because you brought another girl to the Ball,” Lee explained. “That's a git move on your part, if you ask me.”

“She also went with someone else!”

“No, she didn’t.” George regarded his brother as if he had grown a second head. “A couple of guys asked her but she turned them down.”

“Because she was expecting you to ask her.”

“Then why didn't she tell me?” George approached you at the Ball and inquired about your date, and you appeared to be in good spirits.

Fred sighed and rolled his eyes. “Do we have to explain everything to you? She was most likely embarrassed! She must think you don’t feel the same way.”

“But I do! I do like her… She’s — How could I not like her?”

“You haven’t been the best at showing it.”

George sulked deeper in the lovearm seat, a hand running through his dishevelled, fiery hair. “How am I gonna fix this?”

“Don’t worry, Georgie, that's what you have us for.”

The last thing you expected from your friends was to drag you out of bed at midnight and lead you all the way through the castle to the Quidditch pitch. You wondered how they got into the Ravenclaw common room and the girls' dormitories in the first place, but didn't bother asking them because you knew they weren't going to give you the answer you were looking for.

“I swear to Merlin, if Filch catches us, I'll hex you.”

Fred and Lee didn't seem phased by your threat, and once you arrived at your destination, they left you alone, ignoring your question about where they were going.

“You better not try to pull a prank on me!” You screeched to no one in particular; you were standing alone, but you knew your friends were hiding somewhere, waiting for whatever was about to happen.

A deafening bang reached your ears, followed by an impressive display of fireworks that made your jaw drop. The sight of them exploding in the night sky was unforgettable. As the colors and light spelled out ‘Do you want to be my girlfriend?’, it created a magical atmosphere.

You stared at the sky with wide-open eyes that you couldn’t shut. The display of colors and sparks in the sky didn’t seem to fade, so you guessed they were enchanted. You were so taken aback by what you were seeing that you didn't notice a lanky, tall ginger standing beside you until you heard him speak. “Do you like it?”

You turned to face him, a little startled. “George! You scared me!”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

When you didn't say anything, the silence between the two of you became uncomfortable, and George began to feel anxious. A wave of thoughts filled his mind, the majority of which were that his brother and Lee had duped him and that you didn't actually fancy him as he had been told, and you just didn't know how to turn him down. Despite this, the younger twin worked hard to push those thoughts away and regain his usual confidence.

“What’s all of this about, George?”

“What do you think this is about?” He pointed out at the sky, “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“What about Susan?”

“I don’t like Susan.”

“You took her to the ball.” You looked at the ground, feeling small and unable to hold his gaze.

“I know. It was a blunder on my part,” he apologized, “but I couldn't ask you and risk ruining our friendship. I didn’t know how you felt until Fred and Lee pointed it out to me, and I felt like a total git for hurting you.”

“You really like me?” You inquired, still unsure. George's words were everything you'd hoped to hear for years, but they were too good to be true.

“Love, I have been hooked on you since the first time I saw you.”

A small smile started breaking out on your face. “You are really a git.”

George reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek in one hand and resting the other on your waist.

“You didn’t have to do all of this, you know?” You said, referring to the fireworks show. “You could have asked me like a normal person.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” As he got closer, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest and butterflies in your stomach. “Besides, this is more my style. You should know that by now.”

George’s eyes stared into yours. His gaze exuded love and adoration. Then it happened. He closed the small gap that was keeping you apart. He kissed you. Your lips met like the north and south poles of a magnet. Kissing George was better than you could have imagined. You could feel the hollowness that had been left inside your body filled with passion. It felt like you were lost in a dream from which you didn't want to awaken. You held tightly onto him as if you were both merging into one.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” he mumbled against your lips as you parted to catch your breath.

“Wasn’t that a good answer?” Due to the proximity, your lips brushed his when you spoke. And you had to hold yourself from kissing him again, missing the warmth and softness of his lips.

“I’d prefer a verbal confirmation,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, but you gave him what he wanted.

“Yes.”

#george weasley #harry potter #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x you #george weasley fic #george weasley one shot #harry potter imagine #fred and george weasley #weasley twins

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remusslove · 2 years

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the slytherins x little! reader having to do a school project with the golden trio harry, hermione and ron

School project~ the slytherins

Includes: age regression, little!reader, cg!mattheo, cg!blaise, cg!theodore, cg!draco, cg!pansy, and poly!relationship

“Why don’t we put stickers on it and maybe that’ll give us extra points” you suggested. Ron groaned at your antics.

“Tiny this project is about the war.” Ron said before getting cut off by hermione.

“What ron means to say is that this assignment is supposed to be filled with information and not color mkay?” She said causing you to pout.

“Will one of you help us out on this?” Harry asked your caregivers rhetorically.

“Why would we tiny’s got it covered right angel?” Mattheo asked you with a smirk.

You nodded enthusiastically making Pansy chuckle. “Alright alright. I’ll help you guys since none of the boys feel like pitching in” Pansy said sitting down on one of the common room chairs.

“Can we go to the gryffindor common room instead? I feel like I’m getting glared down” ron said nervously looking at Adrian staring at him with a scowl on his face.

“He’s not glaring you down that’s just his natural look.” Theodore replied lighting a cigarette.

Draco snatched the cigarette out of Theodore’s mouth causing Theodore to groan. “No smoking in front of tiny.”

Before Theodore got to defend himself Blaise cut him off. “Second hand smoke Theo. Princess doesn’t need to inhale that.”

“This is boring. What if we make cookies and then watch a movie?” You suggested causing Harry to sigh.

“Angel we can do that later. Right now we need to finish this.” Pansy said softly.

You pouted whining. You hopped of the chair and jumped on top of mattheo who was currently laying on this couch.

“Mommy bein boring dada” you whispered in his ear causing him to chuckle.

“I know love I know” he said pressing a kiss on your head.

“What’d she say?” Theodore asked. “She said pansy’s being boring” mattheo answered causing pansy’s attention to turn to you both.

“Oh really?” Pansy asked you raising an eyebrow.

“No I didn’t!” You said trying to defend yourself. Mattheo let out a laugh watching you hide your face in his chest giggling.

#little!reader #little reader #cg!mattheo riddle #cg!theodore nott #cg!blaise zabini #cg!pansy parkinson #cg!draco malfoy

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seob-i · 2 years

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( ImongKoneho is my account in wattpad. Go check it out ;D)

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑?"

"𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛."

"𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢."

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

❥⁠ Cedric Diggory

❥⁠ Seamus Finnigan

❥⁠ Hermione Granger

❥⁠ Neville Longbottom

❥ Luna Lovegood

❥⁠ Draco Malfoy

❥⁠ Harry Potter

❥⁠ Adrian Pucey

❥⁠ Fred Weasley

❥⁠ George Weasley

❥⁠ Ginny Weasley

❥⁠ Ron Weasley

❥⁠ Oliver Wood

❥⁠ Blaise Zabini

Some of these characters (Cedric Diggory, Oliver Wood, Adrian Pucey, etc) will be aged down to the same age as the Weasley twins (13 in the first movie) for obvious reasons.

Comment if you want me to add more love interests, also, please ignore the grammar and spelling mistakes. English isn't my first language. Some of the other characters in here are made up ^^

Fun Fact - this book was made because I really loved the Harry Potter various x reader 'You' by lavitse so much. In Wattpad. Read it, it's lovely.

#Hogwarts #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #draco malfoy #fred weasley #george weasley #cedric diggory #oliver wood #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #x y/n #x reader

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Inglourious Basterds

Nazi Killing - Heathens - Twenty One Pilots - X

Hugo and Wicki - Okay - Chase Atlantic - X

Jurassic Park

Alan and the Murphy Kids - I’ll Look After You - The Fray - X

A Quiet Place Series

Sam and Eric (A Quiet Place Day One) - Car’s Outside - James Arthur - X

Frodo the Cat (A Quiet Place Day One) - We R Who We R - Kesha - X

Mad Max Series

Furiosa and Praetorian Jack (Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga) - Joyride - Kesha - X

Furiosa and Praetorian Jack (Furiosa: A Max Max Saga) - Champagne Coast - Blood Orange - X

Terminator Series

Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese - Dynasty - Miia - X

Alien Series

Ellen Ripley and Dwayne Hicks - Everything I Wanted - Billie Eilish - X

Harry Potter Series

Neville Longbottom - Driver’s License/Praying - Olivia Rodrigo/Kesha - X

Harry Potter and Sirius Black - Till Forever Falls Apart - Ashe & FINNEAS - X

Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger - Wait - M83 - X

Anne of Green Gables

Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe - In My Veins - Andrew Belle - X

Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe - Seven Years x Latch - Lukas Graham/Sam Smith - X

The Gray Man

Court Gentry and Claire Fitzroy - Armor - Landon Austin - X

Uncharted

Nathan Drake - Sweater Weather x After Dark - The Neighbourhood and Mr Kitty (Mashup by Cole Russo) - X

Video Games

Uncharted Series

The Brothers Drake - Wings - Birdy - X

The Musketeers

Athos - imgonnagetyouback - Taylor Swift - X

American Horror Story: Apocalypse

Michael Langdon - Blame - Bastille - X

Michael Langdon - Sweet But Psycho - Ava Max - X

Fargo

Gator Tillman - Heartbeat - Childish Gambino - X

9-1-1

Buddie and Christopher - Welcome Home, Son - Radical Face - X

Chimney and Buck - Why - Bazzi - X

General 9-1-1 - Game of Survival - Ruelle - X

9-1-1: Lone Star

Tarlos - Halo/Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia and Beyoncé - X

TK Strand - Feel Your Love - NYQUILL - X

Books

Beasts of the Briar Series Concept Trailer - Swan Lake Epic Trailer Version - Hidden Citizens - X

Actors

Joe Mazzello - Void - The Neighbourhood - X

Freddie Stroma (Cormac McLaggen, Luke from Pitch Perfect and Adrian Chase) - Montero (Call Me By Your Name) x the hub theme song - Lil Nas X (Mashup by Jude McLachlan) - X

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nauticalparamour · 2 years

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Chapter One

"I'm really sorry to bother you. My questions must seem so preposterous," she said, wanting to apologize for annoying him when she clearly had. "I just...I feel a little bit like I've hit my head. These people...these famous witches and wizards shouldn't be here."

Before he was able to formulate an answer to her apology, Hermione was grabbed from behind and lifted into the air.

"And just who is this little witch?" a booming voice asked.

"Oh Godric, you scared me!" Hermione said, pressing a hand to her chest to slow her rapidly beating heart.

"You don't say?" the wizard said with a great belly laugh, before lifting his mug to his lips. His great, red mustache rested in the foam of whatever ale he was drinking.

Hermione blinked at him, taking in every inch of him. He was barrel-chested and broad, with long ginger hair and beard. He seemed to be of an age with Rowena. It was with that thought that Hermione realized who he was. "Godric Gryffindor?" she stammered, wondering how it was true. "Hogwarts founder?"

"Ha, yes, the very same," he said, staring at her with twinkling green eyes. "Salazar, where did you find this delightful witch and why have you been hiding her away from everyone else?"

Salazar, Hermione said to herself, her eyes widening. Could it be that the wizard she'd run into was none other than Salazar Slytherin? Oh no, something really must have gone wrong.

[FFN] [AO3]

#all too soon #salazar x hermione #adrian x hermione #salmione #salazar slytherin #adrimione #adrian pucey #time travel #fanfic #fanfiction #nauticalparamour #midnight in paris insp

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fanficweasley · 3 years

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Fanfic Rec #112

Know Thy Neighbour by DarkAngelOfSorrowReturns

Adrian Pucey x Hermione Granger

Rating: Teen and Up

Chapters: 1

Trope: Family. Fluff. Alternate Universe.

Summary: Adrian moved to a Muggle neighbourhood, intent on not meeting his neighbours just yet. He didn't know that he knew one already. And he wanted to know her a little bit more.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic rec #hermione granger #hermione fanfiction #hermione x adrian #adrian pucey #hp rare pair #rare pairing #adrianhermione #family #fluff #alternate universe #oneshot

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hermioneficrecs · 7 years

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Fic Rec #316

Him? Really? by stephalopolisO9

Hermione x Adrian Pucey

Hermione accidentally hit him with a rock. Adrian was all too amused to feel angry about it. Now that he was quite literally struck by her, he wanted to know more about her.

COMPLETE: Chapters: 27 - Words: 71,331

#adrian pucey #hermione granger #hermione x adrian #him? really?#stephalopolisO9 #post war #post hogwarts #adrian x hermione #fic rec

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hermiones-haven · 7 years

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A Trip to Climax Iamtrouble Hermione/Adrian Prompt: Climax/Snow Angels Summary: Hermione and Adrian take a Christmas Trip!

#Hermione's Holiday Hideaway #Hermione's Haven #Hermione x Adrian #Hermione Granger #Adrian Pucey #hermione

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cevansbiceps · 2 years

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buoyancy | dramione

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have been the best of friends for quite a number of years, now. And Hermione knows that that's all they'll ever be. Because, how could she ever fall for her best friend, when she had a line of such amazing guys slipping in and out of her bed, right? Uh―wrong. Obviously.

⇢ pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger ⇢ rating: pg-15 ⇢ genre: angst | romance | ewe? | friends to lovers!au | ministry of magic!au

⇢ note: just wanted to bring this blog back from the dead. this fic is all over the place - i wrote this literally eight years ago. i was 16 at the time. everyone is extremely ooc here, i’m so sorry.

cross-posted on ao3

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7th October, 2001 The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Ministry of Magic 16.20 hrs

“Well. This is insanity,” Draco's declaration entered the office before he did.

Hermione looked up from the report on the census of Centaurs in her hand. She cocked an eyebrow at the blond. “What is?”

“They've teamed me up with Ronald Weasley. Weasley, Hermione!” He threw his hands up before slumping into a chair across her desk, looking like he wanted to throw up.

Knowing Draco, Hermione believed he probably did.

Ron and Draco teaming up… Merlin, she couldn't wait to see Ron's reaction to this! Or, better put, Ron's outraged tantrum that was sure to come. Oh, dear God. She couldn't contain her amusement.

Draco, meanwhile, sported a permanent scowl, and she eventually had to drop her devious grin. He huffed out a breath, blowing his white blonde fringes off from their position over his forehead. Hermione laughed aloud.

Good God, he was being a child.

“Shut it, Hermione, I'm dying here!” Draco scowled again.

Hermione straightened, clearing her throat. “I'm sorry, I was just imagining Ron's enraged, reddened face, and got carried away. Right. So… details?”

Draco sighed. “We're to be in Honolulu, Hawaii for a week, beginning three days from now. Some idiot has been using the Imperius curse with abandon, every next day, and has something to do with a snake.”

Hermione frowned. Snake?

“Shacklebolt,” Draco continued, “wants a Parselmouth on the team. Now. The entire world knows how Potter's been in a permanent temperamental fit these days. He was immediately warded off the case. But that bloody idiot of a third limb of your Golden Trio was more than willing to grab the opportunity to visit Hawaiian beaches.” He grimaced, clicking his tongue. “And Shacklebolt somehow remembered about my snake Animagus.”

Hermione nodded, frowning as she thought it over.

Despite all the hilarity she found in Ron and Draco teaming up, Hermione knew this wasn't going to work out for the two wizards, at all. And then there were Harry’s “temperamental fits,” as Draco put them, which were an outcome of his wedding to Ginny being less than a month away. Hermione could perfectly understand the stress and pressure that the early processes of becoming a part of the Weasley family entailed. She’d been there, living it herself for over a year, after all.

Coming back into the present when Draco released a grunt of frustration, Hermione channeled her thoughts to the problem at hand.

She was practical enough to know that great friend or not, Draco was still a git. And then there was Ron who had never really gotten over his immature impulsiveness. There was no way the two were getting through this seemingly risky assignment without killing each other.

“Do you want me to do something?” she asked the distressed wizard, tentatively.

Draco looked up, eyes shining bright. “Can you do something, Hermione?”

With a chuckle, Hermione nodded. “I think so. I can, maybe, talk to Percy and he might be able to take care of this.” At his confused expressions, she smiled. “I can ask him to request Shacklebolt to either change your partner, or take you off the case. Whatever you prefer.”

His hands reached across the desk, clutching both of hers, dramatically. She laughed, surprised at his uncharacteristic desperation.

“Please, Hermione, do take me off this case,” he pleaded, looking like he'd beg on his knees if she asked him to.

She rolled her eyes, wrapping her free hand over their joint hands. “Of course, Draco. Give me a day.”

9th October, 2001 Hermione's Apartment 22.05 hrs

Hermione hummed to herself, concentrating on the meticulous task of drying her frizzy hair with a controller Hot Air charm. Well aware of how frizzy her hair could get, she stopped before they'd dried completely and proceeded to wrap herself in a fluffy bathrobe.

She padded out of the bathroom, happily, still basking in the wonders the long, warm lavender bath had done to her.

No sooner had she kept her feet in her room, than she was squeezed in a bone crushing hug. She squealed in alarm, but immediately relaxed when she recognized the mixture of the woody fragrance of a French cologne and sandalwood body wash enveloping her. She'd only ever smelled the combination on one person, these past four years.

“Thanks a lot, Hermione,” Draco mumbled into her hair. “They sent off Pucey on the case.”

Finally being released, Hermione smiled at him. “You're welco…” She trailed off, eyes widening as she processed his words again. “Did you say Pucey? As in Adrian Pucey?”

Draco's face twisted in disdain at the name. This idiot was scornful at every other Slytherin, these days, it seemed. He nodded, though.

Hermione groaned aloud, throwing her hands up. “He's going to kill me!” she cried out.

Adrian Pucey was the guy Hermione had been collecting her guts about bedding, since past three months. They were friends of sorts, and had begun hanging out in loose groups, ever since one of his distant relatives was brought in to arrange things at Harry and Ginny's engagement function.

“And why on earth would he do that?” Draco asked, his voice laden with confusion.

Hermione looked up to find him scowling. She held back a laugh, deciding that Draco's pouty scowls actually made him look cute. She wouldn't dare tell him that, of course. “We're friends, Draco. Why else?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I thought he might have been the number…seven, is it? On that infamous "to-sleep-with” list of yours.”

Hermione could feel her cheeks flaming. “Can you not call me out on that? You were the one who suggested that idea to me!”

Draco looked incredulous. “Hermione! I had suggested you to sleep with more than one person, wench, not make a conquest out of it! And―no, don't give me that look! I'd done that when you pleaded me to show you a way of proving to Ronald Weasley that you could attract attention!”

Hermione bristled. Why was he right?

“Alright. I admit that was what you said. But, but! That happened when you rejected my proposal of fake dating!”

He froze, looking flustered for a lingering moment.

Hermione frowned. What? Draco Malfoy was flustered? No, she was definitely hallucinating.

Draco looked away, then, and raked a hand through his hair.

Hermione's brows shot up. This was a very obvious nervous tick of his. Why was he being nervous?

She got the answer after he huffed out a breath.

“I apologize, okay? I didn't want us to ruin… this… this camaraderie between us.”

She smiled brightly. Neither did she.

But the she stopped smiling, and narrowed her eyes. What noun had he just used?

“Camaraderie? Really, Draco?” Hermione burst out laughing when he gave her another one of his scowls. “We've been best friends for years, now! Not accepting wouldn't make you hate me again. Oh God. It's been almost four years, Draco! Get over yourself and call me a friend, will you?” She wiped off a tear of laughter, slowly coming down from her high.

He flashed her a crooked smile. “It’s hard, munchkin. What with all of our history.”

She winced. “Don't you ever address me with such a cheeky nickname again, Draco Malfoy.”

He smirked. “As you say, cupcake.”

That ferret! How old was he? Twelve? He sure behaved like it.

Well. She could behave like she was, too!

Hermione launched herself at him, just as he darted off across the room and then out of it. She raced after him, all the way up to her dining room. They stood at the opposite ends of the dining table, eventually, panting heavily. He still had a mischievous smile on his face, and she wanted to punch it off, for real.

“Apologize!” she demanded, hands braced against the table while she heaved.

He laughed aloud. “Yeah… I'm deeply sorry… for chasing you around…” he breathed out between heavy panting, the sly glint in his eyes hinting that he knew something she didn't, “when your bathrobe was threatening to slip off your breasts!” And he burst out laughing, again.

She gasped loudly, grasping both the lapels of her bathrobe and clutching them tighter. However, she realised that her dignity was more than properly covered, already, and that the arse had merely been making a fool of her.

“Not that I'd mind, though.” Draco winked at her, making her growl in fury.

“I'm going back and getting sensibly dressed!” she announced through clenched teeth, before turning on her heels and rushing off.

His laughter followed. “But… Conquest number seven, Mister Pucey, missed a bloody show!” His voice kept rising in accordance as she distanced, “He did! Not that you won't―”

She shut the door to her bedroom with a scrunched up nose in his direction. Though, after the door was shut, she smiled. At least one person seemed to support her about Adrian.

#dramione #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #dramione fanfiction #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #adrian pucey #ron weasley

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flourish-and-firebolts · 2 years

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Prankster Darling, George Weasey x Female OC

1991-1992 : Le Chupacabra (Partie 1)

❀ George et Fred l'avaient rencontrée en troisième année et l'avaient tout de suite prise sous leurs ailes. Ils l'appelaient le chupacabra et sa réputation de bagarreuse était légendaire à Poudlard. George, quant à lui, n'avait jamais vu Théodora Tonks autrement que comme le garçon manqué en colère qu'elle était.

Un fameux été 1994, Théodora change du tout au tout et est bien décidée à réclamer le cœur de George Weasley.

/!\ Cette œuvre ne m'appartient pas en totalité. La plupart des personnages (et quelques évènements) qui apparaîtront dans cette fiction sont issus de l'univers du Monde des Sorciers, créés par JK Rowling. /!\

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La fraîcheur de l'hiver s'installait doucement sur le château de Poudlard. Dans le ciel noir, les chouettes et les hiboux peinaient à trouver leurs chemins parmi les nuages d'encre. Théodora dévalait la colline en direction de la petite cabane accueillante d'Hagrid. Ce dernier lui avait demandé de passer pour qu'elle rencontre le nouveau botruc dont il s'occupait. De là où elle se trouvait, elle parvenait à sentir le parfum alléchant de ses biscuits rochers. Elle se frotta les mains à la perspective de bientôt pouvoir fourrer les fameux gâteaux dans sa bouche. Théodora semblait être la seule à Poudlard à apprécier la pâtisserie du garde-chasse. Elle avait immanquablement des goûts douteux en matière de cuisine.

Elle se trouvait à quelques mètres quand elle entendit les éclats de voix qui émanaient de la lisière de la forêt. Elle plissa les yeux pour ajuster sa vision. Théodora reconnut aussitôt la tête blonde pale de Drago Malefoy, encadré par les carrures imposantes de Crabbe et Goyle, ses fidèles acolytes. Elle tendit l'oreille tout en poursuivant sa route. Malefoy semblait aboyer des insultes sur quelqu'un. Les injures fusaient en un flot ininterrompu de lave ardente. De temps en temps, il marquait une pause pour laisser le temps à Crabbe et Goyle d'assimiler ce qu'il disait. Ces deux derniers s'écroulaient de rire, applaudissant comme des primates devant un spectacle de clowns.

Théodora s'arrêta pour voir à qui il s'adressait. Son regard tomba alors sur les visages identiques de Fred et George Weasley. Les jumeaux dardaient Malefoy d'un œil brillant, retenus chacun par un Lee Jordan et une Angelina Johnson essoufflés. Un sourire triomphal s'étalait sur le visage du Serpentard qui reprit de plus belle. L'on pouvait lui reprocher bien des choses mais il fallait reconnaître que sa pugnacité n'avait pas d'égal à Poudlard. Théodora se réfugia derrière un arbre pour les observer sans être vue.

-...une honte pour les sorciers du monde entier,sifflait la voix trainante de Malefoy. Pas étonnant que vous vous comportiez de la sorte. Moi aussi, je me rebellerai contre le règlement si j'habitais dans un tel trou à rats. Je me demande comment fait leur mère pour passer la porte quand on sait qu'elle est aussi imposante que ce balourd d'Hagrid !

Crabbe et Goyle s'esclaffèrent une nouvelle fois. Les visages des jumeaux se durcissaient sous les paroles de Malefoy. Théodora fut aussitôt submergée par une vague de compassion envers eux deux. Les médisances de Malefoy n'épargnaient personne ; elle en avait elle-même fait les frais en son premier jour d'école, le lendemain de la cérémonie des répartitions. Elle avait subi ses attaques sans rien dire et s'était contentée de serrer les poings en se détournant. Cependant, le voir se défouler ainsi sur les frères Weasley avec une telle véhémence la remplissait de rage, sentiment auquel elle était souvent sujette depuis quelques temps.

- Mon père dit que le père Weas-moche n'en a plus pour longtemps au ministère. Apparemment, on s'est finalement rendu compte de sa médiocrité. Ce n'est qu'une question de temps avant qu'on l'expédie avec un bon coup de pied au...

Théodora ressentit une douleur cuisante sur ses phalanges, les mêmes qui venaient de frapper Drago Malefoy à la mâchoire. Ce dernier s'étala sur le sol, faisant se soulever les mottes de terre. Il leva des yeux surpris sur Théodora qui se tenait au-dessus de lui, le visage toujours déformé par la fureur. Sa lèvre inférieure étaient fendue et un mince filet de sang souillait sa cravate rayée de vert et argent. Il esquissa un sourire douloureux.

- Va jouer ailleurs Malefoy !

- Tiens tiens, on a réveillé la bête, pouffa-t-il en se relevant. T'es le dragon de garde des Weas-moche maintenant ?

Ces derniers semblèrent s'être calmés après l'arrivée de Théodora. Ils parvinrent à se défaire des poignes de Lee et d'Angelina. Théodora les entendait respirer derrière elle. La tension était palpable. Elle sentait leur colère fendre l'air alors qu'ils continuaient d'observer Malefoy.

Il épousseta les pans de sa robe. Une lueur s'alluma au fond de son regard gris ; visiblement, l'idée de molester Théodora à son tour lui donnait une grande satisfaction. Il avait l'air d'un chien venant de débusquer un rat dans les buissons. Son visage trahissait sa malveillance.

- Comment oses-tu poser la main sur moi, infâme sang-mêlé ?

Théodora frémit. Les yeux de Malefoy se posèrent sur ses poings serrés. Il jubilait. Derrière lui, Crabbe et Goyle s'agitaient, curieux de connaître la suite des évènements. Théodora n'avait pas peur d'eux ; en revanche, elle redoutait les paroles acerbes de Malefoy. Qu'il s'attaque à elle était une chose, qu'il s'attaque à sa famille et à ses parents en particulier, en était une autre.

- Tu sais ce qu'on chuchote au sujet de ta mère, Tonks ?

Les oreilles de Théodora bourdonnaient. Elle savait parfaitement ce que pensait les Malefoy du style de vie de sa mère. Elle savait également que les sentiments qu'ils entretenaient à l'égard d'Andromeda Tonks n'avaient rien de tendre.

Théodora ne lui laissa pas le temps de terminer sa phrase et laissa sa colère exploser. Elle s'élança vers Malefoy et levant sa jambe, asséna un coup de genou dans l'abdomen du garçon qui se plia en deux sous l'effet de la douleur. Sa figure se colora d'une belle couleur pourpre. Elle brandit alors, son poing évitant de justesse la main potelée de Goyle qui cherchait son bras pour le retenir. Elle sentit le nez en pointe de Drago se briser sous la puissance de son coup. Le bruit de son os qui cédait envoya une décharge délicieuse le long de son épine dorsale. Crabbe et Goyle s'affolèrent en voyant le sang gicler. Ils prirent Drago chacun par un bras pour l'entraîner vers le château.

Les quatre autres n'avaient toujours pas bougé, la bouche béante. Le cœur de Théodora bondit dans sa poitrine. L'idée qu'elle ait pu infliger la douleur à Malefoy, même infime fût-elle, la délectait. Le bruissement léger du feuillage au-dessus de sa tête suffit à couvrir le murmure de sa respiration haletante. Elle entendit vaguement les clameurs admiratives provenant du petit groupe de Gryffondors mais préféra se retrancher dans sa solitude. Elle se para d'un sourire et reprit la direction de la cabane d'Hagrid, les pensées déjà tournées vers les biscuits-rochers.

On vint chercher Théodora dans son dortoir quelques heures plus tard. Elle cessa de brosser les poils de Plumeau, son chat, pour suivre la préfète de sa maison. Sur le chemin, elles n'échangèrent aucun mot mais Théodora n'eut aucun mal à deviner leur destination.

Côte à côte, elles descendirent une volée de marches et traversèrent un long couloir sinistre, seulement éclairé par la lumière de torches murales. La préfète la conduisait au bureau du professeur Rogue où l'attendait également le professeur Chourave. La professeure de Botanique posa sur elle un regard bienveillant quand elle entra dans la pièce à la lueur tamisée.

Le bureau du professeur Rogue était de nature assez austère et son plafond voûté lui donnait un air de donjon. Des étagères sur lesquels luisaient des centaines de bocaux couraient le long de chaque mur.

La préfète prit congé après avoir soufflé un "bonne chance" à Théodora. Retrouvée seule avec les deux professeurs, elle se maudit elle-même d'avoir cultivé sa fâcheuse tendance à perdre son sang-froid.

- Mademoiselle Tonks, savez-vous pourquoi vous avez été appelée dans ce bureau ?demanda le professeur Chourave.

Elle contourna le bureau en bois de frêne du professeur Rogue pour se retrouver face à Théodora qui haussa nonchalamment les épaules. Les talons de ses bottes de cuir martelaient le sol dallé d'une manière sinistre.

- Je suppose que Malefoy s'est plaint à mon sujet...

- Monsieur Malefoy affirme que vous l'auriez agressé, plus tôt dans l'après-midi. Est-ce vrai ?

- Enfin professeure, vous avez entendu comme moi les témoignages des Messieurs Crabbe et Goyle ! intervint le professeur Rogue.

Il releva légèrement le menton pour toiser Théodora par dessus son nez crochu.

- Je préfère écouter la version de mademoiselle Tonks avant d'établir les faits.

- Les faits,répliqua sèchement le professeur Rogue, chère professeure Chourave, se sont déroulés comme suit. Le jeune Malefoy se promenait à la lisière de la forêt en compagnie de ses camarades de classe quand mademoiselle Tonks l'a agressé.

- Il s'en est pris aux frères Weasley, il fallait bien que quelqu'un riposte !se défendit Théodora en dardant sur Rogue un regard plein de défi.

- N'avez-vous pas jugé utile de faire appel à un professeur au lieu de rendre justice vous-même ?

Théodora se contenta de baisser les yeux, préférant se murer dans le silence. Elle avait beau jouer les dures, le regard glacé du professeur de potions l'intimidait. Elle croisa les mains derrière son dos pour les empêcher de trembler mais se redressa pour faire croire à ses interlocuteurs qu'elle n'avait pas perdu sa contenance. Elle entendit nettement le professeur Chourave pousser un soupir.

- Le règlement de l'école interdit les duels à la baguette magique mais les jeux de mains sont tout autant sévèrement punis.

La ton de sa voix fit frissonner Théodora qui n'avait pas l'habitude d'entendre le professeur s'exprimer si durement.

- J'enlève cinquante points à Poufsouffle, reprit-elle.

Théodora étouffa sa plainte en mordant sa lèvre avec force. Elle pensa à la lettre qui tomberait bientôt entre les mains de ses parents, celle qui relaterait ses dernières frasques. Elle sentit un frisson d'effroi caresser son échine lorsqu'elle imagina leurs mines déçues. Ils l'avaient prévenue maintes fois de se faire toute petite, d'éviter les ennuis et surtout les bagarres. Mais Théodora avait toujours eu du mal à taire ses pulsions. Elle s'exprimait avec ses poings et n'hésitait pas à cogner si elle en ressentait le besoin. C'était sa façon bien à elle de rendre justice. Rogue grimaça et grogna doucement en croisant les bras sur sa poitrine, faisant onduler les pans de sa robe et lui donnant l'allure lugubre d'un corbeau.

- Seulement cinquante points ? Je vous rappelle qu'à l'heure même où nous parlons, le jeune Malefoy se trouve à l'infirmerie, souffrant le martyr.

Le professeur Chourave leva un regard surpris vers lui.

- Qu'êtes-vous en train de suggérer ?

Le professeur Rogue esquissa l'ombre d'un demi-sourire, le seul geste de bonheur qu'il fût capable de réaliser.

- Je propose qu'on enlève cent points à mademoiselle Tonks, une sanction que j'estime plus que clémente.

Le professeur Chourave secoua énergiquement la tête en signe de dénégation.

- J'enlève cinquante points à Poufsouffle et Théodora Tonks sera également de corvée dans les serres pendant un mois.

Elle se tourna alors vers Théodora dont le cou s'enflammait d'embarras.

- Vous arracherez les mauvaises herbes et vous occuperez de mes plantes. Je vous enverrai un hibou pour vous présenter plus amplement les termes de cette punition.

A côte d'elle, le professeur Rogue grinçait des dents, visiblement peu satisfait de la sentence prononcée.

- Vous pouvez disposer.

Thédora reçut un hibou au cours de la semaine suivante, la sommant de se rendre aux serres de Botanique le vendredi après-midi après les cours. Elle s'y rendit en traînant des pieds. Quand elle entra dans la serre numéro quatre, une bouffée de chaleur la frappa de plein fouet et colla à sa peau comme une ventouse. Le professeur Chourave était là, penchée sur un bubobulb dont elle extrayait le pus avec une douceur infinie. Elle n'avait pas semblé remarquer l'arrivée de Théodora qui toussota pour attirer son attention.

- Ah bonjour mademoiselle Tonks !chantonna-t-elle en scellant un flacon de pus.

Elle paraissait étonnamment joyeuse compte tenu des récents évènements qui les avaient toutes les deux poussées à se réunir dans cette serre, un vendredi après-midi ensoleillé.

- J'espère que vous avez apporté vos gants de protection.

Théodora acquiesça vivement en tapotant la poche intérieure de sa robe, là où elle avait casé ses gants.

- Comme je vous l'ai expliqué dans la lettre que je vous ai envoyée, vous serez de corvée tous les vendredi pendant un mois et au-delà si besoin est.

Elle retira ses gants en peau de dragon et les rangea dans l'armoire derrière elle. Théodora réalisa que c'était la première fois qu'elle voyait le professeur sans ses protections. Ses yeux tombèrent sur ses doigts fins, sur l'anneau brillant qui ornait son majeur. Avait-elle une vie en dehors de l'enceinte du château ? Avait-elle quelqu'un de spécial qui l'attendait à l'extérieur ? Le professeur surpris son regard. Elle ne tenta pas de cacher ses mains, comme Théodora s'y était attendue. Elle lui sourit et des rides se dessinèrent autour de ses yeux.

- Inutile de vous dire que j'ai été très surprise d'apprendre ce qui s'était passé entre vous et monsieur Malefoy.

Le visage de Théodora s'assombrit.

- Surprise parce que j'ai réalisé que je m'étais trompée à votre sujet. Jusqu'à présent, je vous croyais différente de votre sœur mais maintenant, je sais que vous êtes aussi prompt à l'indiscipline que Nymphadora.

Elle rit doucement, suscitant un sourire sur les lèvres de Théodora.

- Je ne risque pas de m'ennuyer avec vous.

Son rire s'évanouit. Le professeur Chourave retrouva son sérieux.

- Vos raisons étaient louables, c'est pourquoi je ne ressens pas le besoin d'être sévère avec vous. De plus, vous êtes une très bonne élève et vous avez montré un réel talent pour ma matière. Je ne doute pas que vous traiterez mes plantes avec respect et soin. Peut-être vous découvrirez-vous une vocation dans cette branche, qui sait ?

Elle lança un clin d'oeil en direction de Théodora et ajouta :

- J'ai pris le soin de dresser une liste des tâches à accomplir que vous trouverez sur mon bureau. Je reste disponible si jamais vous veniez à être en difficulté.

Théodora la remercia et le professeur quitta la serre en sifflotant joyeusement. Retrouvée seule, la jeune sorcière se dirigea vers le bureau. Elle parcourut d'un œil vif la liste du professeur Chourave et poussa un soupir en comptant le nombre de corvées à effectuer. Loin de se laisser abattre, elle rassembla ses cheveux en une queue de cheval et attrapa un balai et une pelle. Elle entreprit de nettoyer les tables maculées d'engrais. Elle rangea les produits contre les limaces sur les étagères, recompta les cache-oreilles, arrosa les plantes, rempota les pots. Elle travaillait en fredonnant, se trouvant ravie de pouvoir accomplir toutes ces tâches. Théodora se rendit vite compte que sa punition n'en était pas vraiment une. Elle se sentait apaisée au milieu de toutes ces plantes. Même la chaleur étouffante de la serre ne semblait plus la déranger. Les heures s'étiraient mais Théodora se complaisait à aller et venir dans la serre, redoutant le moment où elle devrait raccrocher ses gants et retrouver le brouhaha de sa salle commune. Il y avait encore tant à faire !

Munie d'une pince et de ses gants en peau de dragon, Théodora s'approcha d'un figuier abyssinien. C'était la première fois qu'elle en voyait un d'aussi près. La plante n'était pas au programme de première année mais elle avait lu assez de livres de botanique pour savoir exactement comment s'y prendre avec elle ; visiblement, le professeur Chourave avait assez confiance en elle pour lui laisser la responsabilité d'une plante aussi capricieuse. Elle taillait en silence, les sourcils arqués, concentrée sur ses gestes.

- Pas mal ta punition !

Théodora sursauta et laissa échapper un petit cri aigu. Elle se tourna vers la voix qui l'avait interpelée. Les jumeaux Weasley lui souriaient à l'autre bout de la serre.

- Pourquoi on n'est jamais de corvée dans les serres ?s'enquit l'un d'eux en grognant.

- C'est comme s'ils faisaient exprès de nous tenir éloignés des plus grandes sources de divertissement,commenta l'autre.

Ils secouèrent la tête avec un air faussement consterné et s'approchèrent de Théodora d'une démarche bondissante.

- Qu'est-ce que vous faîtes ici ?

- Avec George, on s'est rendu compte qu'on ne t'avait pas remercié pour ce que tu avais fait pour nous.

- Nous ne sommes pas facilement impressionnés mais je dois avouer que ton crochet du droit était incroyable.

Ledit George mima le coup de poing que Théodora avait asséné à Malefoy. Son frère grimaça et s'affala sur le sol de la serre, dans une parfaite imitation du serpentard. Ils éclatèrent de rire, se tenant le ventre. Théodora était trop stupéfaite pour parler. Ils l'avaient rejointe volontairement ; ils s'étaient donc renseignés pour savoir où elle se trouvait. Ils étaient là pour elle, pour lui exprimer leur gratitude. Elle sentit une boule de chaleur se former dans sa poitrine.

Théodora les regarda tour à tour. Elle n'avait jamais eu l'occasion de leur parler et ne les connaissait que de nom. Elle savait qu'ils étaient assez populaires dans l'école, connus pour être des farceurs impénitents, au cœur de tous les évènements à Poudlard. Qu'on les apprécie ou non, personne ne pouvait s'empêcher de les admirer, de rechercher leur compagnie et d'applaudir leurs méfaits.

Plus vieux qu'elle de deux ans, les jumeaux entamaient leur troisième année à Poudlard. Théodora les avait remarqués dès le premier jour du mois de septembre alors qu'elle se faufilait sur les quais pour rejoindre le Poudlard Express. L'un d'eux câlinait une tarentule géante sous les regards excités de son frère et de Lee Jordan, heureux de leur présenter son animal de compagnie. Curieuse, elle s'était demandée si une telle compagnie était autorisée à l'école. Dès lors, elle n'avait jamais cessé de s'intéresser à eux, toujours au premier rang chaque fois que leurs farces troublaient les couloirs du château.

Les jumeaux avaient retrouvé leur calme et l'observaient en silence.

- Tu as encore du pain sur la planche on dirait.

Théodora haussa les épaules.

- Pas vraiment, il ne me reste qu'à choyer quelques plantes et passer la serpillère et j'aurais fini en un rien de temps.

- D'accord,firent-ils en chœur.

Ils attrapèrent une serpillère chacun.

- On va te donner un coup de main.

- Non non non, ne vous en donnez pas la peine. C'est ma punition.

- Punition que tu dois effectuer après nous être venue en aide. On te doit une fière chandelle, alors laisse-nous au moins te rendre la pareille.

- Vous n'êtes pas obligés.

Le jumeau qui venait de parler leva les yeux au ciel. Il se dirigea vers un coin de la serre et posa la serpillère à terre, prêt à frotter, aussitôt imité par son frère. Celui-ci prit la parole :

- Au fait, moi c'est Fred et lui c'est George.

- Je m'appelle Théodora Tonks.

Les visages de Fred et George s'illuminèrent.

- Attends ! T'es la petite sœur de Tonks ?

Théodora esquissa un sourire gêné. Jusqu'à présent, lorsqu'elle mentionnait être la petite soeur de Nymphadora Tonks, les gens la dévisageaient avec un regard noir avant de se plaindre avec passion des méfaits de la métamorphomage. Elle soupira.

- Je tiens à m'excuser de sa part pour tout ce que...

George l'interrompit, les yeux brillants et désinvoltes.

- Tu plaisantes,s'écria-t-il. Cette fille est un génie de la farce, une de nos meilleures rencontres à l'école. Son esprit facétieux ne sera jamais oublié, nous lui devons tant.

Il posa la main sur son cœur et leva les yeux vers le plafond avec un air solennel. Théodora ne put s'empêcher de sourire. Il émanait de lui quelque chose d'étrange ; une lumière radieuse et bienveillante.

- Tu es une métamorphomage toi aussi ?s'enquit George. Comme ta sœur ?

Théodora perdit son sourire. Elle leur tourna le dos, faisant mine de s'intéresser au figuier abyssinien.

- Je n'ai malheureusement pas hérité de son talent.

Elle les entendit alors s'activer derrière elle. Théodora leur en fut reconnaissante de ne pas s'attarder sur le sujet. Les jumeaux s'appliquaient dans leurs tâches mais cette attitude sérieuse s'évanouit aussitôt quand George glissa dans l'eau laissée derrière par la serpillère de son frère. Celui-ci partit dans un grand éclat de rire, bientôt rejoint par Théodora. George se releva en pestant mais ne parvint pas à cacher le sourire qui étirait ses propres lèvres. Il jeta une poignée de bouse sur Fred qui s'étala par terre sans s'arrêter de rire pour autant.

Théodora eut tout le loisir de les observer discrètement et remarqua plusieurs traits chez l'un qui le distinguaient de l'autre. Le visage de Fred paraissait légèrement plus rond que celui de George et ce dernier était légèrement plus grand. Un petit grain de beauté saillait le cou de George, petit détail introuvable chez son jumeau. Leurs regards ne pouvaient pas non plus être plus différents. Bien que tous deux étincelaient de malice, celui de George était tinté d'un velours plus doux, plus chaleureux.

- On t'intrigue ?

George la considérait lui aussi. Théodora se détourna en rougissant et retourna à ses plantes.

- Je suis juste étonnée de vous voir si appliqués. Vous donnez souvent l'impression d'être chaotiques de nature.

Fred ricana.

- Rassure-toi on l'est. Disons que nous savons rester sage quand la situation l'impose.

Il y eut plusieurs autres imprévus, durant lesquels Fred se fit mordre par un plant de snargalouf. Il paniqua et prétendit que la plante l'avait mordu avec tant de force qu'il faudrait sûrement lui amputer le doigt. George l'accusa de dramatiser et ils passèrent le reste du temps à se chamailler et en quelques minutes, la quantité de corvées avait sensiblement augmenté. Théodora en fut quelque peu ennuyée mais elle y voyait également l'opportunité de passer plus de temps avec les jumeaux. Ils se confondirent en excuses et promirent de tout nettoyer en quatrième vitesse.

Epuisée et affamée, Théodora s'arrêta pour consulter sa montre et réalisa avec amertume que le professeur Chourave ne lui avait pas précisé l'heure de la fin de sa retenue. Elle se débarrassa de ses gants et les fourra dans la poche de sa jupe.

- Je vous serai éternellement reconnaissante pour votre aide.

Fred et George qui s'étaient accordé une pause étaient allongés sous une table. Ils tournèrent vers elle des visages usés.

- Encore une fois, nous n'avons fait que te rendre la pareille pour ce que tu as fait pour nous dans la forêt.

- Même si on aurait pu faire autant de dégâts,ajouta Fred. Pas avec nos poings, bien entendu.

- Une farce soigneusement préparée peut aussi faire office de vengeance parfaite.

Théodora sourit. Elle devina sans mal ce qu'ils avaient en tête et espérait bien avoir raison.

- Vous compter pi��ger Malefoy ?

Les jumeaux haussèrent les épaules, un air malicieux passa furtivement sur leurs visages.

- Nous préférons garder cela secret pour le moment.

- Pour garder l'effet de surprise.

Ils complétaient la phrase de l'autre. Théodora n'était pas étrangère au phénomène de gémellité mais elle se trouvait toujours fascinée devant l'étrange lien qui unissait les doubles. Leur synchronicité ne manquait jamais de l'amuser. Elle poussa un cri d'excitation.

- Comment ? Vous allez remplacer son shampoing par de la teinture ? Piéger son chaudron pour que celui-ci explose en cours de Potions ? Ensorceler sa plume pour transformer toutes ses dissertations en chansons grivoises ? Remplir ses chaussettes de veracrasses ? Lui envoyer des lettres d'amour en lui faisant croire que c'est Rusard qui les a écrites ?

Les jumeaux riaient, visiblement surpris de témoigner de tant d'espièglerie de sa part. Plus Théodora parlait, plus les idées fusaient dans sa tête. Elle avait toujours adoré les farces. Quand on grandit avec une sœur comme Nymphadora Tonks, la malice et la facétie devient une partie importante de votre vie.

Petite et pas encore en âge d'étudier à Poudlard, à chaque vacance d'été, elle attendait le retour de sa sœur de l'école avec impatience pour entendre toutes les fabuleuses aventures qu'elle avait vécues avec son amie Tulipe Karasu. Nymphadora ne manquait jamais alors de lui rapporter des produits de chez Zonko et les deux sœurs s'amusaient à les tester sur leurs parents ; ceux-ci faisaient d'abord mine de les réprimander mais finissaient toujours par s'écrouler de rire avec elles.

- Est-ce que je peux y participer ? S'il vous plaît, ajouta-t-elle face à leur étonnement.

Les jumeaux firent une moue appréciatrice.

- George, est-ce que tu penses à la même chose que moi ?

- Que Théodora devrait rejoindre notre trio chaotique ?proposa George d'un ton excité.

- Il nous faut un quatrième cerveau et elle a l'air plutôt futée.

- Moi, j'apprécie ses talents de bagarreuse. Elle a l'apparence fragile d'une licorne mais elle est aussi féroce qu'un chupacabra.

Ils échangèrent une poignée de main avant de passer chacun un bras autour des épaules de Théodora. L'odeur de la bouse de dragon restée accroché sur la chemise de Fred la fit grimacer.

- Théodora Tonks, je suis fière de t'annoncer qu'à partir d'aujourd'hui tu rejoins officiellement la cour des Grands.

Théodora demeura interdite. George resserra son étreinte et le halo de lumière qui l'entourait lui et son jumeau sembla s'étendre pour envelopper la jeune sorcière. Elle sortit de la serre à leurs côtés et quand les têtes se tournèrent vers ce nouveau trio, elle sut que sa vie était sur le point de changer à tout jamais.

- Bienvenue, petit chupacabra.

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