#hpimagines

[thatdesigirl17]

just this once

bsf!theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings: smoking, slight sexual tension, kissing/making out, google translated italian

requests are open!

It was a cool fall night, and a light breeze was present. The castle glimmered with lights, reflecting upon the waters in front with the stars above shining brightly. Theo and Y/N were standing on the top of the astronomy tower, they came here often, it was their spot to find quiet and have endless conversations without any disturbance. Theo was leaning on the railing, his forearms pressed on the top of the railing and Y/N was standing just right beside him, holding his arm. 

‘Please Theo, just this once, I promise.’, she pleaded to her best friend. Y/N had been pestering Theo to make her try a cigarette for a month now, but it only ever ended with Theo lecturing her about how bad it was for her, even though he was addicted. His addiction was what intrigued Y/N in the first place. She wanted to know what it felt like and why people, her best friend of all, were so addicted to it. Theo wouldn’t have it, he did not want his best friend to get addicted to a bad habit that he was fighting. His protectiveness was endearing and at the same time annoying for Y/N. 

‘You do it all the time, this only makes you a hypocrite, you know.’, she tried. ‘It’s bad for you, cara mia, you know that by now, do you want me to list all the reasons?’, Theo said, sighing. ‘I’ve heard the reasons Theo, they are imprinted onto my brain my now, but please, just once. I just want to know what it feels like.’, she said, her voice laced with pleas. 

Theo stood up a bit straighter, turning his head to look at Y/N. ‘What if you like it and get addicted?’, he asked.

‘I won’t, you won’t let me. We’ve already established that.’, she reasoned. Theo looked at her, still hesitant to give in but she knew he was almost ready. 

‘Please Teddy.’, she pleaded again giving him the doe eyes that she very well knew he couldn’t resist. 

‘You know how to make me agree with your every wish, bella, it’s unfair.’, he said playfully, as he fished out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. 

‘Thankyou! Thank you!’, Y/N chimed and hugged him.

‘Just this once okay?’, he said with a stern voice as she nodded. He puts the cigarette in his mouth and flicks the lighter open, and with a single click, the flame bursts to life, casting a warm glow across his face. He lit it, taking a drag, the smoke filling his lungs, the taste of nicotine flooding his senses. He exhales slowly, deliberately, the smoke curling around him, dissipating into the night air.

Y/N had seen Theo smoke numerous times, but she still observed him taking in the sight in front of her. Theo was attractive but when he smoked, somehow, in the eyes of Y/N, he felt more attractive. 

He handed the cigarette, ’Alright, bella, place the cigarette and then suck on it, when the smoke goes into your mouth, inhale it and then exhale it.’, he instructed. Y/N nodded and placed the cigarette between her lips while Theo gazed at her intently, her eyes wide with uncertainty, her body tense with anticipation.

She took a drag and immediately coughed, letting all the smoke out. The sight made Theo chuckle slightly, ‘That happens the first time. Do you wanna give it another try?’, he asked. Theo continues to guide her, his hand on her back, reassuring her as she takes another puff of the cigarette. He watches her intently, his eyes never leaving her face, taking in every little detail, every flicker of emotion that crosses her features. As she inhaled, taking another drag it only resulted in her coughing again.

Theo took the cigarette from her hand, ‘Are you okay? Do you need water?’ ‘No, no, I’m fine. God, how do you do it?’, she asked, tears welling up in her eyes due to all the coughing. ‘Easily.’, he smirked taking another drag and smoothly exhaling the smoke, a smug expression on his face. Y/N glared at him, furrowing her brows and pouting slightly, the expression making Theo laugh. 

‘Okay, okay, I have an idea.’, he says, chuckling. ‘What?’, she asked. He smirked as he took another drag from the cigarette, inhaling the smoke, but then without exhaling it, he leaned in closer to her. ‘What are you doing?’, she asked, confused.

Theo’s arm snakes around her waist, holding her in place, making sure the cigarette is away from her body while he places the other on the back of her neck. The growing proximity made Y/N’s heart beat faster as she closed her eyes. Theo’s lips ghosted over hers, passing the smoke to her, as he slowly whispered, while still passing the smoke, ‘Inhale.’ 

Their lips brushed as she inhaled the smoke. Theo pulled back slightly as Y/N opened her eyes and exhaled slowly, without coughing time. Theo noticed her flustered and smirked. ‘Good job, cara mia.’, he praised. He leaned in closer to her ear, his breath hot on her neck. ‘Now you try it.’, he whispered, shifting behind her, trapping her in between his arms with her back against his chest as he handed out the cigarette to her. 

She gulped and nodded as he brought the cigarette to her lips, his free hand resting on her waist, drawing patterns on her skin. He rested his chin on her shoulder. He placed the cigarette between her lips as she inhaled. He removed the cigarette, his blue eyes fixated on her face. She turned to face him, feeling his eyes on her. She met his gaze as she exhaled. ‘Good girl.’, Theo smirked, his voice heavy with an accent that made Y/N’s heart flutter in her chest despite all the times she had heard this phrase from her best friend. 

‘How do you feel?’, he asked taking a drag of the cigarette before throwing the butt down and putting it out by his foot. ‘Go-good. Normal.’, she replied, a bit flustered. ‘It won’t hit unless you take some more drags.’, he explained, making her nod. 

‘Give me another. I want it to hit and have an effect on me.’, she said, turning around to face him, still trapped between his arms. Theo looked at her unsure of what to do, but he knew she won't give up and he wouldn’t be able to say to her. He fished out another cigarette from his pockets, lit it and handed it to her. ‘This is it, bella.’, he said as she took the cigarette from his hands. 

He watched her as she smoked the cigarette, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, the way the moonlight cast a soft glow across her features. He can see the way the smoke curls around them. He leans in closer, his shoulder brushing against hers, his body seeking the warmth, the closeness of hers. The night air is cool against his skin, but the heat of her body, the warmth of her presence, chases away the chill. She looks up at him, meeting his gaze. The scent of his cologne and the smoke made her head dizzy. He gently takes the cigarette from her hands and takes a drag, savouring the flavour as he exhales, the smoke drifting away with the wind. ‘Did it hit yet?’, he asked, his voice low. 

‘I guess.’, she says, a bit nervously. He smiles softly, taking another drag. ‘Theo?’, she asks, her voice low. ‘Yes, bella?’, he asked looking down at her. ‘Um, can you do the smoke pass thing again? It felt nice.’, she asks, her voice soft. ‘Of course.’, he smirks as he takes a longer drag and inhales, before leaning even closer. He reaches till his lips brush against hers and then exhales slowly. Y/N feels lightheaded, the nicotine finally taking its effect, she breathes heavily at their closeness. She inhales the smoke, the nicotine taking its toll as she exhales. Noticing that Theo is still there, as their lips barely touch each other, she closes the distance, kissing him. 

Theo’s body tenses, her actions take him by surprise, but he soon returns the kiss, pulling her closer by her waist. He breaks the kiss abruptly, licking his lips, ‘This isn’t right, you’re high.’ 

‘No, no, I want this, Theo. I want you.’, she says, her eyes fixated upon his lips as she looks up at him. ‘You’re high, cara mia, not in your senses.’, he reasons. ‘The only thing this gives me is the nerve to do this, Teddy.’, she says, ‘Please, I have wanted you for a long time now.’ 

He looks into her eyes for any uncertainty but finds none. ‘Cazzo, you’re gonna be the death of me.’,  he says before crashing his lips onto hers again, kissing her hungrily. His hands move down to her hips, pulling her closer, wanting to feel all of her against him. She moans into the kiss as he pulls her closer, taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Her hands run through his soft curls, pulling and tugging at them, the action making him groan and sending a shiver down his spine. 

They pant, breathless from the kiss as they pull away. Y/N rests her head on the base of his neck as he places a soft kiss on her forehead, chuckling he says ‘Maybe you should smoke more often.’, making her giggle as well. 

[govindhtech]

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Read more on govindhtech.com

[mrsriddles-blog]

Reads of the Week: Jan 21-Jan 27

*indicates smut

never leaving by @bettymylove

Haven’t I Made It Obvious by @angelfrombeneth

You know better* by @hpimagines

Blind Date by @magiclostinfantasy

shower* by @bettymylove

Thighs* by @suugarbabe

7 Minutes* by @angelfrombeneth

Hatred by @rainyreading

Cara Mia* by @maeblack

Smoke Slow by @thatdammchickennugget

Flirt by @suugarbabe

The Seconds Before by @distantdarlings

Through Rain or Shine* by @slytherinslut0

Can I…? by @thatdammchickennugget

shower* by @bettymylove

delicate by @riddleriddles

Red Wine by @halucynator

Sleeping with a prefect* by @papercorgiworld

A Healing Touch by @anawritez-posts

Runaway Bride by @anawritez-posts

“I’m your boyfriend” by @anawritez-posts

Can’t keep hexing guys by @anawritez-posts

Jealousy Unleashed by @anawritez-posts

Heart Break of Sorrows by @anawritez-posts

Beneath His Cold Embrace by @anawritez-posts

Locker room activities* by @jayybugg

Peaceful Sleep by @suugarbabe

Someone Gets Hurt by @anawritez-posts

Runaway Bride by @anawritez-posts

Can’t be Shared* by @etfrin

[mattyriddlesbitch]

hiiii im back already! whaaaat! cant get enough of you! I wanna order some dessert for after my tea hehehehe Im curious if you have an WIP for Enzo after kinktober and if you have any recommendations for his fics! He's also deeply underrated like blaise and im sucker for him!

I don't currently have any WIPs for Enzo, I've just been working on the Grumpy x Sunshine fic.

Here's some recs tho

Like Nobody Else by @heliads

A Game Of Wizards Chess on a Rainy Day by @weasleyreidstyles

Intoxicatingly Sweet by @hpimagines

[mrsriddles-blog]

Thanks for the tag Jay Xx 🖤

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

No pressure tags: @anawritez-posts @angelfrombeneth @theostrophywife @hpimagines @bettymylove

tag game 🤭

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao

no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui

[onlyfreds]

Best Friend’s Brother | F.W.

Title: Best Friend’s Brother

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: When Y/N comes over to stay at the Burrow for the summer, she meets her best friend’s older brother and starts to catch feelings.

A/N: I don’t know if I was able to live up to the sexual tension, but I tried.

“Will you please stay over for the summer?” My best friend, Ron, pleaded for what seemed like the umpteenth time of the day.

I gave a small laugh, “Come on Ron, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You won’t be a bother.” He insisted, “Besides, mum has been bugging me about inviting you over.”

I contemplated it for a moment. I had heard amazing stories from Harry and Hermione about spending the holidays at the Burrow. So, the idea didn’t seem so bad after all.

“Fine.” I said, “But, if you’re family doesn’t like me, I’m blaming you for having me tag along.”

He rolled his eyes, “My family will just adore you. Trust me.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

--

That’s how I ended up standing in front of the Burrow, looking up in awe at the house.

“Are you going to come in? Or are you going to stand there gaping all day?” Ron asked impatiently.

I chuckled, “I’m sorry. I just can’t believe I’m really here.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re acting worse than somebody meeting their partner’s family for the first time.”

I smacked his arm, “Just wait until you’ve gotten the guts to ask Hermione out, then you’ll know how it feels.”

Harry put a hand on my shoulder, “Don’t worry, Molly would love you, just wait and see.”

Ron knocked on the wooden door, “Mum! They’re here!”

The door swung open, and Mrs. Weasley could be found standing by the doorway, greeting us with a warm smile.

After giving her son a hug, she gave Harry one too.

When she spotted me, she gave a huge smile as she pulled me into one of her famous bone crushing hugs.

“You must be Y/N!” She said, “I’ve been telling Ron to invite you over. I don’t know what took that boy so long.”

I chuckled, “It’s mostly my fault Mrs. Weasley, I didn’t want to be a bother.”

“Nonsense.” She said, “And please dear, call me Molly. Mrs. Weasley makes me feel old. Now, come on in, you and Harry must’ve been tired.” She then ushered us into the Burrow.

I got introduced to the rest of the family, Ginny immediately launching herself into my arms as soon as she saw me.

Even though I was in the same year as Ron, Ginny and I had a very close bond.

“Where’s Hermione?” The youngest Weasley asked her brother.

Ron shrugged, “She’s coming over the day after tomorrow.”

“Who have you brought home ickle Ronniekins?” A teasing voice called from the staircase.

Two identical looking gingers appeared into the kitchen, I assumed that they were the twins.

They had quite a reputation at Hogwarts, though I have never met either of them in person.

“Why, is this the famous Y/N, mum always wants to invite?” One of them asked.

“Of course, it is. Who else would it be?” The other one said.

The taller twin stepped forward, taking my left hand as he grazed his lips along my knuckles, “I’m Fred, darling, and obviously I’m the better-looking twin.”

Ron rolled his eyes, ‘Stop flirting, will ya?”

“I’m not flirting,” Fred retorted, “I’m just making a good impression.”

“Don’t worry about them.” Fred’s twin, the one I now knew was George, stood by my side, “They’re always like that.”

I laughed, “I figured.”

--

It was the crack of dawn, since my insomnia refused to let me get anymore sleep, I decided to head down and read.

I turned another page on the book that Hermione had recommended me: Five Feet Apart. True to her word, it was a really good book.

“What are you reading?” a deep, yet familiar, voice asked.

I looked up, seeing Fred with a soft smile, unaware to the fact that he had been right in front of me.

“A book.” I answered, “What else would I be reading?”

His laugh awakened thousands of butterflies in my stomach. The way his hair was slightly tousled, the way his smile seemed to brighten up the dim room.

Merlin, out of everyone in the whole bloody world, why does Ron have to be the one with the hot older brother.

“I was asking about the title, darling.” He said.

I smiled, “It’s Five Feet Apart. Hermione recommended it to me.”

“What’s it about?” Fred asked.

I raised a brow at him, “Since when did you become interested in books?”

He gave a sheepish grin, “Since I saw you so engrossed in it just moments ago.”

I felt my cheeks heat up at the realization that he had been watching me all along, “Well, it revolves around these two people who have the same illness, and they have to be six feet apart at all times. But the two main characters decided to be rebellious and take back a foot, thus the title: Five Feet Apart.”

“That sounds interesting.” Fred commented, resting his cheek on his hand, maintaining eye contact, “Mind reading it to me sometime?”

I giggled, “Of course.”

“Woah, woah.” A voice suddenly said, causing the both of us to jump, “Get a room you two, seeing you two flirting isn’t what I wanted to see first thing in the morning.”

“Oh, shut up Ron!” I chastised, raising the book to cover my bright red cheeks as I saw Fred’s cheeks were painted with a light shade of pink.

--

The boys were out in the backyard playing Quidditch, while Hermione, Ginny and I were inside catching up.

I was seated by the window, having the perfect view of the game happening outside.

Fred could be seen zooming around on his broom as they passed on a ball to each other. His hair was slightly sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. The shirt he was wearing clung on tightly to his body, the faint outline of his chest slightly visible.

I had realized that I had zoned out on the full conversation until I heard somebody say, “So, yeah, Ginny will be marrying Harry tomorrow.”

I automatically nodded, “Yeah, that’s great.”

That was until I realized what they had said.

“Wait what?” I asked, finally turning my attention back to them, “Who’s marrying who?”

Hermione and Ginny started bursting into laughter.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione reassured, “No one’s getting married.”

“But” Ginny said with a cheeky smirk, lacing her hands together in an intimidating matter, “It did seem that you had zoned out and couldn’t stop staring at Fred.”

“What? No!” I said defensively, “I wasn’t staring at Fred.”

“Oh yeah?” Hermione teased, cocking her head to the side, “So, who were you staring at?”

“Um. George. I was staring at George.”

Hermione and Ginny shared a look, “What color is the shirt George was wearing then?”

I looked out the window, but I couldn’t spot George anywhere.

“Green?” I guessed, hopefully I was right.

“Wrong,” Ginny said, “He’s wearing a blue shirt.”

“What color is the shirt Fred’s wearing?” Hermione asked.

“Red.” I automatically answered without a second thought, blushing slightly as the two girls gave me knowing grins.

Hermione squeezed my hand, “Come on, just admit it. It’s just the three of us here anyway. It’s not like Ginny and I would announce your secret to the world.”

I sighed, “Okay, fine, I do fancy Fred. Happy now?”

Ginny squealed, “I knew it!”

“Besides,” Hermione said with a small smile, “you and Fred would make a cute couple.”

(Fred’s POV)

The girls were chatting inside while we were playing Quidditch.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off Y/N, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders effortlessly. The way her smile seemed to outshine the sun itself, the way her eyes sparkled like diamonds while she laughed.

My thoughts were interrupted when the ball hit me in the chest, “Hey! What was that for?”

My twin rolled his eyes, “In case you were too captivated by Y/N’s beauty Freddie, let me remind you that we are playing Quidditch.”

“Do us all a favor will ya?” Ron shouted from George’s side, “Just ask her out so all of us won’t have to suffer from your longing glances and your mutual pining!”

I snorted, “Give me a break Ron. She’s your best friend.”

Ron rolled his eyes, “So what? If you need my blessing so badly, then you have it!”

“And” I continued, “Why would she ever like me, Ron?”

Harry spewed out the water he was drinking, “You’ve got to be kidding me, Fred! That girl is basically head over heels in love with you. We can all see it in her eyes.”

“You guys really think so?” I asked.

George clapped my shoulder, “We know so.”

We then headed inside, only being able to catch a snippet of the girls’ chat.

It was Hermione who said, “… would make a cute couple.”

“Who would make a cute couple?” I asked as I stood behind Y/N’s chair.

(Reader’s POV)

“Who would make a cute couple?” I heard a voice behind me suddenly say as I took a glance and saw Fred.

Great. Just great.

Ginny opened her mouth to say something when I answered for her, “We were talking about how Hermione and Ron would make such a cute couple.”

Fred gave a small chuckle, “I can’t say I don’t agree.”

“Hey!” Hermione complained as we all bursted into hysterics.

--

It was now one of the last few weeks of summer. So, we decided that we wanted to make the most of them.

Tonight, we were going to have a movie night for the film adaptation of Five Feet Apart.

I was getting the popcorn from the kitchen when the stars decided that I would bump into no other than Ron’s hot older brother, Fred Weasley.

And the stars may have forgotten to mention that I would literally fall into his arms.

“Careful there, love.” He said with his signature smile.

I giggled, “Sorry, I could be a bit clumsy sometimes.”

He shrugged, “We all have our days.”

“So, how’s your stay here been?” He asked after a period of silence.

“It’s absolutely wonderful.” I said with a small smile, “I really enjoyed spending the summer here.”

“Can I ask you something?” He suddenly said.

I nodded, “Sure.”

“Why have you been a bit jumpy around me? Do I intimidate you or anything?”

I bit my lip, thinking about my answer for a minute.

Well, I couldn’t just say, No, I just have this massive crush on you. That’s why.

“What was that?” Fred suddenly said.

I looked at him, slightly confused, “What was what?”

“What you just said.”

I silently cursed myself, in my daze, I must’ve muttered the thought instead of keeping it to myself.

“It was nothing.” I said, feeling a blush rising to my cheeks.

He raised an eyebrow as a cheeky smirk grew on his lips, “Oh yeah? Then if it’s nothing then why are you blushing like mad?”

“I-I’m not.” I managed to stutter out.

“Darling, your face is as red as my hair now.” He said, advancing towards me, causing me to walk back until I hit the wall.

“So,” He said, “Are you gonna tell me now?”

I licked my lips, “No, because there’s nothing to tell.”

Fred slowly leaned forward to the point that I could feel his breathe fanning over my face, “What if I kiss you? Then you’ll tell me?” He whispered.

“Even if you do kiss me,” I said, “there’s nothing to tell.”

His lips brushed against mine, my breathe hitching in my throat, “Well, I guess I’ll have to wait it out then.”

He stood up, his eye dropping into a wink before walking out of the kitchen, leaving me flustered and my heart hammering in my chest.

Ron entered the kitchen, taking the popcorn bowl from the counter, “If the two of you continue being the oblivious idiots you are, I have half a mind to lock you in a broom closet until you confess your undying love for each other.”

I snatched the popcorn bowl from him, “Oh piss off.”

--

We would be heading back to Hogwarts tomorrow, I was in Ginny’s room, packing up the rest of my things.

I heard a small knock preceded by Harry poking his head through the small gap in the door, “Hey Y/N, Fred asked for you.”

“Really?” I asked, “Why?”

He shrugged, “He didn’t say.”

After thanking him, I headed up to the twins’ room, fiddling with the end of my shirt nervously.

I tentatively knocked on the door, hearing a faint “Just a minute.” Before the door opened and Fred leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“You called for me?” I said.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair, “Yeah. I just wanted to tell you something for a long time and I really hadn’t worked up the courage for it until now.”

“So, what is it?”

He took a deep breath, “I have developed a liking to you over the summer, a different kind of liking. But I understand if you don’t feel the same, being Ron’s best friend and all. But I hope that it doesn’t- “

I rolled my eyes, pressing our lips together to cut off his ramble. His hands immediately flew to my waist as he deepens the kiss.

Once we pulled away to take a breather, I smiled up at him, “I love you too.”

He chuckled, “This is officially the best day of my life.”

“Finally!” A voice said causing us to pull apart, “Thought I’d have to lock you two in a broom closet.”

Fred rolled his eyes at his brother, “Oh piss off Ron!”

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[thatdesigirl17]

tolerate it

theodore x fem!reader

based on the song tolerate it by taylor swift

warnings: arranged marriage, reader being really in love with theo, language, implied cheating, angst, theo having daddy issues

part 2

Theodore’s father had arranged Theo’s marriage with Y/N Y/L/N as soon as Theo had reached his last year at Hogwarts. In his eyes, she was perfect for him, a pureblood Slytherin with an influential family background. Y/N was happy, she had always been attracted to Theo but she wished it was them that had made this decision and not their parents. In a few weeks, Y/N had already fallen for Theo who, on the other hand still seemed cold and distant. Yet, she was determined to make him let down his guard and see how perfect they were together. She had been successful in her endeavours to an extent. Whenever she got the chance, she would sit with her head low and watch him intently, reading for school, observing his face or when they would spend the night together, she would watch him breathe with his eyes closed, his face peaceful and serene. The mere sight of him was a source of comfort for her. Whenever he would be upset, frustrated or even excited, she was glad to be there for him and listen to him vent. Theo had gained a soft spot for her, thinking that he could love her. Even when he didn’t wish to accept that his father was right, he couldn’t deny that Y/N was as close to a perfect fit as he had ever gotten, but the thought of giving in to his father was eating him alive. 

Y/N was completely oblivious to these thoughts of Theo. She was elated that Theo had been reciprocating some of her love. Until they had started fighting, Theo had started calling her a bit too clingy and stating that she always took up too much space and time. That hurt her like a dagger to the heart, she had always been trying to be perfect for him, but she tolerated it. She took all his indiscretions in good fun, she tried to be better and give him space. All of that still didn’t seem to satisfy Theo, if only, it made him take her for granted, it made him assume that he always had her to fall back on. Soon, their arguments became more frequent and Theo returned to his cold and distant self. She started noticing the little things that he had started doing to avoid her and the things he didn’t do, the little things that he used to do earlier that made her feel like he could love her back. Y/N thought it’d be best to go home for the weekend, giving Theo some space and then she would surprise him hoping that it’ll make him a bit happier. 

Theo had accompanied her to the station. ‘I’ll miss you.’, she said, pecking his cheek. She felt him get away from her touch as he said, ‘It’s only the weekend.’ ‘Right.’, she sighed, feigning a small smile. Wordlessly, he turned around and walked away as she made her way back to her carriage. 

While she was set to return to Hogwarts on Monday morning, she had planned to surprise Theo by returning on Sunday evening. She had baked lasagne for him, the recipe for which she had taken from the Nott’s house elf, in an attempt to make it taste like his mother’s. She knew how much he missed her and how this dish was his comfort food when she used to make it for him. She had also bought him a watch that he had had his eye on for a while, ‘only the best for Theo.’, she had said after her cousin noted that it was way too expensive of a gift. 

When she returned to Hogwarts, she made sure to enter the Slytherin common room, when it was the time for the boys’ Quidditch practice. She set her luggage in her dorm and got ready in a dress that Theo had gifted her. She went down to the common room and set up a table in a secluded corner to have some privacy. She laid it all with fancy shit, the silverware, the Italian wine that was Theo’s favourite and the dish in the middle. She sat on one of the chairs which had a clear view of the common room door, waiting for him to return, like she had done several times before. She rested her chin on her hands as she laid her head down on the table. It was almost time for dinner, other students were leaving the common room to go to the Great Hall, but Theo still hadn’t returned. She had an uneasy feeling in her chest as she waited for him, her heart growing heavy with every passing moment. 

Soon, the sound of the door opening made her perk her head up slightly. The scene that unfolded in front of her, made her breath hitch and her heartbeat falter. Theo entered the common room with his arm wrapped around the shoulders of another girl, their faces inches apart as Theo leaned in and whispered something in her ear that made her grin. ‘Theo?’, she called out, the feeling of being broken evident in her voice. Theo turned at the mention of his name, his steps faltering and his hand returning to his side quickly as her eyes met Y/N’s figure slowly standing up from the chair. ‘Y/N, wha-what are you doing here?’, he stuttered, the faintest hint of frustration in his voice. His dead eyes took in the view, the table all set in front of him with the food and wine. ‘What-what is going on? Who is she?’, she scoffed in disbelief, her eyes wandering between the two of them. ‘Y/N…Let me explain. Come with me.’, he started, moving towards her, his hand stretching out to hold hers. She snatched her hand away, shaking her head, ‘If it’s all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I have got it wrong somehow. Were you going to cheat on me?’ 

She searched his face, waiting for an answer, waiting to see the briefest glimpse of remorse or guilt in his emotionless eyes. ‘Or have you done it already?’, she said upon not receiving an answer, looking at him, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. Theo didn’t meet her gaze, his eyes focussed on the floor, ‘I-I’m sorry.’ ‘Oh, you’re sorry? Is that it?’, she said, her anger taking up over the grief. He looked up, meeting her eyes as the tears rolled down her cheek, ‘I don’t know what to say.’ She sighed in disbelief, her rose-coloured glasses coming off. ‘You have always tolerated me, haven’t you? You never loved me, it was always a facade. A fucking act! All of it!’, she spat, her fist slamming on the table. ‘What did I not do for you? I made you this food that you liked! Bought this wine, this watch you wanted!’, she said, as she flipped over the items, throwing them on the floor as they shattered. ‘Y/N, don’t make a scene. It’s not like that.’, he said, closing his eyes. ‘Oh, you have some fucking nerve, Theodore. I made you my everything, gave you all that I had, and went through all that shit you threw at me. For what? For this?’, she spat coming closer to him, the use of ‘Theodore’ instead of ‘Theo’ making him wince. ‘Anyone else would be lucky to have a person who would love them like this, but you had to throw all of this in the flames didn’t you? My love should’ve been celebrated but you tolerated it. All the while I thought that you were finally coming around.’, she said, every word, every bit of realisation making her heart shatter further, as he shook his head, denying her accusations. 

‘Tell me, Theodore. What would you do, if I left everything? If I break free, take this dagger you put in me and remove it? It would leave you in ruins, you know that. You know your father and what he’s capable of.’, she said. Theo looked up and the mention of his father made him realise how royally he had fucked up. ‘I’m sorry, Y/N. Just talk to me once, please.’, he pleaded. She shook her head, ready to walk away from everything with him, ‘There’s nothing left to talk about, Theodore. It’s all over.’

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charmed [14]: 'the little moments' (remus lupin x reader)

a/n: GUYSS i feel like it's been FOREVER. thank you so much for your recommendations, i slipped quite a few into this part ;) i'm starting on the next part as soon as this one goes up. welcome, or welcome back to charmed<3 i never want this story to end but i see it coming.... for now, let us enjoy this newest chapter. as always im waiting for ur feedback x

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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14.

Knock, knock, knock.

“C’min!” Hagrid’s gruff voice boomed from inside his hut. Y/N opened the door, and stepped inside.

“Hey,” Y/N said, taking her gloves off. “Oh, hi Hermione!”

Hermione was sat beside Hagrid, the two looking over books that were sprawled across his table, with two mugs of tea squished in between them.

“Hi, Professor Y/L/N!” Hermione smiled politely.

“Hermione’s just here helping me with Beaky’s case, found me all these dates and all in these books.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful.” Y/N beamed. “How are you guys doing?”

Hagrid let out a sigh, shrugging. Hermione did the same.

Y/N pursed her lip. “Tough time right now, I get it. Well, I don’t wanna disturb you, Hagrid, you have anything I can help you with today?”

Y/N was somewhat of an animal lover. Or, creature lover, to put it in correct terms. Ever since the winter, she’d go down to Hagrid’s once a week and ask him if she could help out with any creature tending he had to do. It cheered her up.

“Matter o’ fact, I do!” Hagrid sat up, turning around and going to get something from his fridge. “It’s time for the Hippogriffs to eat,” he said, dumping heaps of raw meat into a bucket.

“Wonderful.” Y/N said, walking over to Hermione to read over her shoulder. She placed her hand on her shoulder, “wanna come with?”

“Oh, no thanks Professor. Maybe I’ll join you after when I’m done showing Hagrid all this.”

“Sure.” Y/N smiled. “Ah,” she looked up once she heard the clunk of Hagrid’s bucket.

“Here, take Fang out with you. He’s driving us nuts.” Hagrid added, throwing in Fang’s treat bag in the bucket.

Y/N laughed. “Alright then, I’ll see you soon. Fang! Come on!”

She pulled her gloves back on and grabbed the bucket, holding the door open for Fang to run out beside her. They walked to the Hippogriff enclosure, occasionally pausing so that Fang can go to the bathroom.

“Hi guys,” Y/N called out as she neared the Hippogriff herd. They turned to her.

She bowed down to them one by one, waiting for their look of “ok” before handing them their food. Last, was Buckbeak.

She sat on a rock, watching them tear apart and munch on the pieces of meat with their impressive beaks.

“Oh, yes you get one too, I know you’re jealous that they get to eat,” Y/N said to Fang, who was whining and drooling next to her. She threw him a treat.

Buckbeak finished his meal, and slowly made his way to Y/N.

“Hi, buddy.” Y/N smiled. She watched him lie down next to her and stretch his long neck outward. He nudged the top of his head against her thigh. “You’re cuddly today.” She graciously lent her hand out and ran her fingers through his feathers. 

She sat there for a moment, petting Buckbeak and keeping an eye on Fang who was running around the enclosure. Birds chirped and it was music to her ears. Winters were always so hard for her, and with April looming closer, she began to feel relief.

“Might have a baby soon, you know.” She said to Buckbeak, smiling cheekily. Buckbeak made a sound and beckoned her to keep petting him. “That’s all. Nothing else has changed. I heard you’re going to London soon. I hope it’ll be a nice trip..”

Eventually, she got up, bid the Hippogriffs goodbye, and made her way back to Hagrid’s with Fang. 

“Hagrid,” she knocked, entering. “Here ya go.” She handed him the empty bucket, as well as Fang’s treats.

“Everythin’ alrigh’?”

“Everybody’s super, happy and fed.”

“Thanks a lot, eh Y/N. Hermione’s about to go too, yeh mind walking her up to the Castle?”

“Course not.” Y/N said, patting him on the arm. “You need me to hold something, Hermione?”

“No, thank you Professor, I’m leaving most of the books here.”

The two walked in silence up the hill that separated the Castle and the grounds.

Y/N glanced at Hermione. “You doing alright, Hermione?”

She nodded automatically, refusing to meet her professor’s eyes.

“I guess I’m a bit tired.” She said, finally.

Y/N nodded reassuringly. “You’re doing a lot.”

“I just…” Hermione started. “There’s so much I want to do. You know? I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like I can do so much.”

Y/N nodded once again. “You have the best kind of drive a young person can have, Hermione.”

They walked a little more.

“It’s my favourite part, working with people your age. A lot of you feel compelled to do something big, to save a lot of people. It’s really good, it’s a good thing. A necessary thing for the world to advance too.”

Y/N paused before continuing.

“But in the end, it’s okay if you only save one person. And it’s even more okay if that one person just turns out to be you.”

Y/N let Hermione think as they climbed up the few stairs to the castle entrance. To her surprise, Hermione wrapped her arms around her in a hug. Y/N rubbed her arm encouragingly before they broke apart.

“Thank you, Professor.”

Y/N watched her set off for the Gryffindor common room. Maybe what she said didn’t even register with Hermione. Or maybe it did. Maybe it just did.

+

Remus was in his office, dozing off slightly when his fireplace lit up and a familiar snarling voice called out: “Lupin! I want a word!”

He recognized it to be Snape’s. Thinking it was just something about the Polyjuice Potion, he absent-mindedly clambered into the ashes. Spinning out of his office and into a new location, he was taken aback by Harry Potter standing beside Snape, face adorned with a look of pure terror it seemed.

"You called, Severus?" said Lupin mildly.

"I certainly did," said Snape, his face contorted with fury as he strode back to his desk. "I have just asked Potter to empty his pockets. He was carrying this.”

Snape pointed at the parchment, on which the words of Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs were still shining.

Upon glancing at it, Remus felt his throat close up. He cleared it, attempting to play it off casually while he felt his entire chest seize up. It can’t be…

"Well?" said Snape.

Lupin continued to stare at the map. Harry had the impression that Lupin was doing some very quick thinking.

"Well?" said Snape again. "This parchment is plainly full of Dark Magic. This is supposed to be your area of expertise, Lupin. Where do you imagine Potter got such a thing?”

Lupin looked up and, by the merest half-glance in Harry's direction, warned him not to interrupt.

He racked his brains for a thing to say. Something plausible. How was he even going to get a single sentence out when about a million thoughts and emotions were rushing past his mind?

"Full of Dark Magic?" he repeated mildly. "Do you really think so, Severus? It looks to me as though it is merely a piece of parchment that insults anybody who reads it. Childish, but surely not dangerous? I imagine Harry got it from a joke shop —"

"Indeed?" said Snape. His jaw had gone rigid with anger. "You think a joke shop could supply him with such a thing? You don't think it more likely that he got it directly from the manufacturers?”

Manufacturers? Remus fought to keep a straight face.

"You mean, by Mr. Wormtail or one of these people?" he said. "Harry, do you know any of these men?”

"No," said Harry quickly.

"You see, Severus?" said Lupin, turning back to Snape. "It looks like a Zonko product to me —"

Right on cue, Ron came bursting into the office. He was completely out of breath, and stopped just short of Snape's desk, clutching the stitch

in his chest and trying to speak.

"I -- gave -- Harry -- that -- stuff," he choked. "Bought -- it... in Zonko's... ages -- ago…"

"Well!" said Lupin, clapping his hands together and looking around cheerfully. "That seems to clear that up! Severus, I'll take this back,

shall I?" He folded the map and tucked it inside his robes. "Harry, Ron, come with me, I need a word about my vampire essay -- excuse us, Severus —"

Harry didn't dare look at Snape as they left his office. He. Ron, and Lupin walked all the way back into the entrance hall before speaking. Then Harry turned to Lupin.

"Professor, I —“

"I don't want to hear explanations," said Lupin shortly. He glanced around the empty entrance hall and lowered his voice. "I happen to know that this map was confiscated by Mr. Filch many years ago. Yes, I know it' s a map," he said as Harry and Ron looked amazed. "I don't want to know how it fell into your possession. I am, however, astounded that you didn't hand it in. Particularly after what happened the last time a

student left information about the castle lying around. And I can't let

you have it back, Harry.”

Harry had expected that, and was too keen for explanations to protest. 

"Why did Snape think I'd got it from the manufacturers?"

"Because...," Lupin hesitated, "because these mapmakers would have wanted to lure you out of school. They'd think it extremely entertaining.”

"Do you know them?" said Harry, impressed.

"We've met," he said shortly. He was looking at Harry more seriously than ever before.

"Don't expect me to cover up for you again, Harry. I cannot make you

take Sirius Black seriously. But I would have thought that what you have heard when the dementors draw near you would have had more of an effect on you. Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor

way to repay them — gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic

tricks."

Mind racing, he rushed back into his office, leaving Harry and Ron in the hallway, the map in between his quivering hands.

He fell into the nearest chair he could find once back in his quarters and tapped the map, muttering an all too familiar phrase.

                Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present 

THE MARAUDER'S MAP

Remus traced the ink that appeared with a finger, then opened it and watched as every detail of the Hogwarts Castle and grounds appeared on the pages. He found the small dot in his office labeled ‘Remus Lupin’.

He burst into tears.

+

SMACK!

“Hermione!”

Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul -- you evil —"

"Hermione!" said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung

it back.

"Get off, Ron!”

Malfoy grunted to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three rushed into the castle, the former clutching the side of his face that Hermione had just smacked.

"Harry, you'd better beat him in the Quidditch final!" Hermione said shrilly. "You just better had, because I can't stand it if Slytherin wins!”

"We're due in Charms," said Ron, still goggling at Hermione. "We'd better go.”

They hurried up the marble staircase toward Professor Y/L/N’s classroom.

Y/N glanced over at them as they opened the classroom door, and gave them a quick nod before continuing her lesson.

“Cheering Charms today, pair up!”

Harry and Ron hurried to a desk at the back and opened their bags. Ron looked behind him.

"Where's Hermione gone?”

Harry looked around too. Hermione hadn't entered the classroom, yet Harry knew she had been right next to him when he had opened the door.

"That's weird.”

The lesson ended, and the students filed out of class all grinning ear to ear, the Charms had yet to wear off.

“Is Hermione okay?” Y/N asked Harry and Ron on their way out.

They shrugged, telling her they didn’t know where she went and then thanked her and bid her good day.

Y/N was magically wiping the chalkboards clean when she heard two pairs of loud, heavy footsteps running down the hall and into the classroom.

“I could hear you coming from a mile away, guys.” Y/N chuckled at Fred and George Weasley.

“Good afternoon, Professor Y/L/N!”

“Finished your class, Professor Y/L/N?”

They said in unison.

“Yes, come on in. What can I do for you two today?” Y/N said as she took a seat behind her desk.

The twins shared a look with each other.

“What….—” Y/N said suspiciously.

The twins broke out into identical grins.

“— did you guys do…”

“Nothing! We were just wondering—“ Fred said.

“if you—“ George continued.

“our favourite teacher, by the way—“ Fred intercepted.

Y/N rolled her eyes, urging them to continue.

“would take a look at something we’re working on?”

Y/N looked at them. “I’m guessing this thing you’re working on is not the latest essay I assigned eh?”

The twins chuckled. “Oh, that’s already finished!”

“Way ahead of you!”

“Will be on your desk before tomorrow’s class!”

Y/N smiled. They amused her so.

“Alright, what is it that you want to show me?”

“Okay. It’s a very early prototype.” Fred said, clapping his hands together. “George, the honours?”

“Very well, Fred.” George pulled out a small candy from his pocket. He took his time to unwrap it dramatically, then slowly put it in his mouth. And chewed.

Y/N looked at him quizzically before yelling out as soon as George seemingly gagged something up. The ‘something’ revealed itself to be his own tongue, which was swelling and coming out of his mouth doubling in size.

“FRED? What is this?!” Y/N gasped, jumping up to George’s side.

“No worries, Professor, this is what’s supposed to happen!” Fred cried out, pulling out his wand and muttering the counter-spell.

George’s tongue went back to normal. “Tada,” he said, taking a bow.

Y/N sat back down, looking flabbergasted, then burst out laughing. The twins beamed.

“You guys made that candy yourself?”

The twins nodded.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. “How long did it take you to figure out how to trap the spell inside the piece of toffee?”

“Since you first taught it to us in December, Professor.”

“Hmm.” Y/N was visibly impressed. “So I teach you guys the Growth Charm, and you guys decide to put it in a candy to make people’s tongue grow thrice its size… This is high-level charmwork, gentlemen. And very creative.”

The twins beamed. “We want to make a business out of it, Professor.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“We’ve got a bunch of other ideas too, like a Skiving Snackboxes line- candy that makes you sick so you can get out of class!”

Y/N nodded.

“You think it’s a bad idea, Professor?” George asked.

Y/N shook her head. “Hold onto the idea. I think you guys have got some real talent.”

The twins whooped and high-fived each other. “We’re set for life, Freddie!”

“Hey, hey, hey— that doesn’t mean you don’t need to put in the work, eh! All brilliant entrepreneurs still need a basic education as a foundation.”

The twins nodded.

“I don’t want you guys to be distracted and flunk your O.W.L.’s this year.” Y/N said. “ESPECIALLY your Charms one.” She winked and the twins nodded, chuckling.

“Yes, Professor.”

Another pair of loud, running footsteps echoed through the hallway and this time, in burst Hermione.

“Hermione!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Professor Y/L/N, I’m so sorry, I missed class, I—“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, come, sit down. Breathe.”

Hermione sat down and relaxed. Y/N reassured her that it was okay, that she wasn’t upset and that she’d catch up on Cheering Charms the next time.

“No need to freak out, I mean, look at how many times these two have skipped my class.” Y/N said, jerking her head to Fred and George.

“Professor!” The twins retaliated, turning red like their hair. “We have been ill…”

“Hmm hmm, sure.” Y/N chuckled.

Just then, Remus passed by her classroom, poking his head in.

“Remus!” Y/N called out happily, beckoning him to join.

“Hello Professor Y/L/N, hello.” He smiled at her, then to Hermione and the twins.

“We were just eating some candy.” Y/N said lightly. “Care for a toffee?” She said, eyeing the twins.

Fred and George’s eyes grew round as they understood what she meant. 

“Um, here you go Professor.” Fred said, handing Remus a candy.

He put it in his mouth, then became aware that he was being stared at.

“Wha-?” He croaked before choking, his tongue starting to swell.

Y/N burst out laughing, running out of her chair to come to his aid. “I’m s-sorry, I’m so sorry—“ she gasped, pulling her wand out and quickly reversing it.

The three students concealed their laughter as they did not know if they should be allowed to laugh at the fact that they pranked a teacher.

Remus coughed and choked as his tongue went back to normal, Y/N still laughing and clutching onto his chest.

“What was that?” Remus gasped.

“I’m so sorry, it’s this prank thing the twins came up with.” Y/N said, still doubled over in laughter, clutching onto the lapel of his robes.

“Oh my god,” Remus chuckled, closing his eyes. “I should’ve known not to trust you.”

The two laughed, clutching at each other’s arms and hands. Hermione, Fred and George stood there, side-eyeing each other as they watched their two Professors struggle to get it together and keep their hands off each other.

+

"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession -- no!

Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field -- THAT WAS DELIBERATE!”

It was the Quidditch Cup Final, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, and the tension and adrenaline spread across the pitch was enough to send everyone flying.

"Ha haaa!" yelled Lee Jordan as the Slytherin Beaters lurched away from each other, clutching their heads. "Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebold And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle -- Flint alongside her -- poke him

in the eye, Angelina! -- it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke -- oh no -- Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save —!"

“Oh God, I can’t fucking watch this-“ Y/N screamed, clutching onto Remus’ arm.

The students standing across the teacher’s box were following the players but some did a double take as their eyes glossed over Remus and Y/N.

“Look— look, look at fucking Professor Y/L/N and Lupin—“ a student nudged her friend.

Her friend took her eyes off the game and giggled. “Do those Weasley twins still have that bet going on cause I’m definitely gonna put some money in now.”

“— AND POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH, GRYFFINDOR WINS! GRYFFINDOR HAS WON THE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

The stadium burst into a thundering cheer as waves of crimson-clad students jumped up and down, shaking the seats and ground under them.

The teachers were equally going crazy, McGonagall’s bun had even undone itself from the amount of shaking her arms were doing. Y/N and Remus were yelling into each other’s faces, jumping up and down hugging each other. 

A group of students that were jumping up and down, flailing their arms,  pointed at Y/N and Remus, and began screaming and jumping even harder.

+

“Okay…! Okay Minerva, I see you today!” Y/N exclaimed as she walked in the teacher’s lounge one afternoon, carrying a mug of tea and wrapped in a blanket scarf.

“Thank you, thank you.” McGonagall smiled shyly, showing off her newly done nails to Professor Sprout who was sitting across the room.

Pomona hummed in appreciation. “Cold, Y/N?”

“Freezing. The Castle’s always freezing.”

“You’d think Dumbledore can up the fires a few degrees.” Pomona shook her head.

“You know women’s body temperatures are naturally lower than men’s?” Minerva huffed.

The two other women hummed in surprise.

“So, did you do these yourself?” Y/N gestured to Minerva’s nails as she took a seat.

“No, there’s a new salon in Hogsmeade village. She is quite good.”

“Oh! Did you get her card?”

“I believe so!” She bent down to rummage through her neatly organized bag. “Pomona?” She said, as she offered both of them one.

“Oh no, unfortunately I can never have my nails done! The only downside to Herbology I suppose.”

“Right… what if you wore gloves?” Y/N said.

Pomona shook her head. “It would still chip away, by rubbing against the fabric.”

“Right, right.”

“Guess what I overheard today in my 7th-years—“ Y/N said, bringing her mug of tea to her lips.

“Oh heavens, not some more relationship drama I suppose?” McGonagall said, sifting through the pack of essays she had been working on.

Y/N raised her eyebrows in response, taking another gulp of tea. “Oh yeah. Simon and Ashley.”

“Ravenclaw and Gryffindor?” Pomona asked.

“Yup.” Y/N nodded. “They were arguing in the middle of my class about skirts. He was saying how he didn’t want her to be wearing her skirt outside class time.”

“Oh my God.” Pomona rolled her eyes.

“Something about how he doesn’t like that she’ll be seen in it by the other boys.”

Minerva tutted, shaking her head ‘no’. 

“And get this— he was arguing how it’s a “BOUNDARY’ for him.”

“Oh no!” Pomona exclaimed.

“It’s not a boundary if it’s just a stupid — pardon me — rule that he’s imposing on her—“

“That’s what I thought!”

“I know it’s wrong to say this about our students, but I sure hope they break up…”

Everyone chuckled.

Y/N checked her watch, standing up and chugging the remainder of her tea. “I gotta go.”

“Have a great lesson, my dear.” Pomona said.

“I hate men like that.” McGonagall said. “Controlling, with such a fragile ego and masculinity!”

“I know.” Pomona agreed.

“It’s like— where do they get this from?” Y/N said, picking up her books. “Are they learning this type of stuff from their friends? Their fathers?”

The two other women shrugged. “Poor girl who has to suffer the consequences.”

“She’s so young too.” Y/N said, leaning on the back of Pomona’s chair.

She was about to linger a bit longer to chat more with her colleagues when the door swung open and Remus walked in.

“Hey!” Y/N smiled.

“Hey.” He gently replied back.

“You leaving?” Y/N asked as she held all her books, heading towards the door.

“No, but I’ll walk you.” Remus said.

He put his things down and walked out of the lounge behind her, accompanying her to her classroom.

+

Summer was definitely in the air. The days were warmer, the sun was out longer, and all anybody wanted to do was kick back by the lake with a jug of pumpkin juice and watch the Giant Squid float by.

Unfortunately, that was not the reality for students and teachers alike. It was finals season.

Thursday morning, was the 3rd-year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.  Professor Lupin had compiled the most unusual exam any of them had ever taken; a sort of obstacle course outside in the sun, where they had to wade across a deep paddling pool containing a grindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new boggart.

"Excellent, Harry," Lupin muttered as Harry climbed out of the trunk, grinning. "Full marks.” Looking up, he saw Y/N and smiled, waving.

Y/N came walking down, waving to the other students. “I’m just on a walk, soaking up the sun. Don’t let me interrupt you!”

Flushed with his success, Harry hung around to watch Ron and Hermione. Ron did very well until he reached the hinkypunk, which successfully confused him into sinking waist-high into the quagmire. Hermione did everything perfectly until she reached the trunk with the boggart in it. After about a minute inside it, she burst out again, screaming.

"Hermione!" said Lupin, startled. "What's the matter?”

"P -- P -- Professor McGonagall!" Hermione gasped, pointing into the trunk. 

"Sh -- she said I'd failed everything!”

It took a little while to calm Hermione down. By the time she had, Y/N had come back from her walk and decided to take a seat on the grass and watch the rest of the students pass.

It was Lavender Brown’s turn when she chose the wrong spell and chaos broke out among the Red Caps. They jumped out of their potholes, running in all directions.

“Lavender!” Remus called, dropping his clipboard and pulling his wand out.

Y/N jumped up from her spot on the grass, whipping her wand out as well.

The two professors muttered incantations, trying to immobilize the Red Caps as Lavender had frozen in her spot.

“Don’t worry Lavender, come, back up—“ Y/N ran towards her, grabbing her arm when a Red Cap suddenly jumped on her. She turned around quickly, wrestling with it for a second before Remus blasted it off from her. “Little shit,” she swore, squeezing her wrist after seeing that its long nails had left a cut.

“Y/N!” Remus gasped, running over to them. “Lavender, are you okay?” He glanced quickly at his student.

“Yes, I’m okay but Professor Y/L/N—“

“Where are you hurt—“

Remus looked Y/N up and down frantically, clutching her wrist.

“I’m fine Rem, just a scratch.”

“Lemme see..” He said, gently unwrapping her fingers from her wrist and holding it in his own palms.

It was a scratch and it was barely bleeding.

“We need to see Madam Pomfrey, it might be infected, then we need to—“

“Rem. Rem, hey. I’m fine.” Y/N said, locking eyes with him. “It barely went through my skin, look.”

Remus looked down, brushing his thumb gently over the scratch.

“You sure?” He whispered, looking back up at her.

“Yeah.” Y/N smiled.

Remus muttered a Bandaging Charm and wrapped it delicately around her wrist.

Lavender stood there, watching the pair, a huge grin on her face— as if she wasn’t just almost attacked by half a dozen Red Caps, as if she wasn’t in the middle of a literal final exam. 

[mrsriddles-blog]

Reads of the Week: Mar 10-Mar 16 | PART ONE

*indicates smut

green font represents multiple characters (poly, rh, etc.)

A/N: Soooo, this is part one for this weeks reads 😂 😅 I didn’t know you were limited to 50 mentions per post, so the second part I’m going to start out with fics I’ve read for the Sturniolo Triplets. Also, if the link is wrong on one or the mentions, please let me know! I try to go in and check them, but there was a lot this time! Thank you!

Cruel Summer by @thatdammchickennugget

The real thing by @zriasstuff

Babysitting by @rainyreading

Weren’t Supposed to Let Me Go by @anawritez-posts

oh heart, and then it falls by @cupidddd-d

Eclipsed Hearts by @anawritez-posts

Warring Hearts by @allurearia

hide by @bettymylove

Hidden rings by @allurearia

Filthy Cheater, We Go Again by @allurearia

Way too close by @zriasstuff

Lessons In Love by @obsessedwithceleste

His Favorite* by @angelfrombeneth

get him back! by @lizthewriter

Lonely by @evergone

You know better*by @hpimagines

daddy issues by @bettymylove

Not so innocent* by @hpimagines

hot chocolate fluff by @finalgirllx

First Impressions PT 1 by @zriasstuff

Second Chances PT 2 by @zriasstuff

Sharing a bed PT 1 by @papercorgiworld

Sharing a bed PT 2* by @papercorgiworld

let me fuck you* by @slytherinslut0

dreams come true* by @jayybugg

the tension* by @mxqdii

Cuddly by @maraudersmyloves

confess by @kelstey

Blinding Ire by @darklinsblog

A Cold Comfort by @ana-reblogsposts

Fake Stalker Prequel by @anawritez-posts

Fake Stalker by @anawritez-posts

Voicemail by @anawritez-posts

Confundus* by @mrsdarkandyandere7

Since Forever by @suugarbabe

mine by @sapphicwhxre

personas by @sapphicwhxre

tell me we weren’t just friends by @lizthewriter

Restraints* by @slytherins-journalist

The Study* by @etfrin

[writernomore]

There’s ink on my parchment...

Eyyy.

so basically gonna write and write till people actually like my writing.

I write from fandoms I’m in which I would have to make a list and post it on here to tell you guys what I write for.

I take requests.

But I won’t write anything for/ about: Rape, incest, illegal stuff like Teacher x student(Depends on their situation, would write if its platonic).

I will make a list soon about requests.

SFW or NSFW

anyways...

Ron x Reader

Summary: You are a student in Hogwarts, you have decent grades and is placed in Hufflepuff you were studying in the library when someone bumps into you and accidentally get ink on your parchment.

Part 2

You were going to study for OWLS .

And you were just in your last class which was potions.

I may not be smart or dumb I just have the average intelligence of course I can’t compare to Hermione since she was too smart.

smart and pretty I must say.

I was just writing down notes on what Professor Snape was talking about.

His explanation was fast but I just wrote down key words, like a brief summarization on what his dissussion was about when he stopped talking.

“Hm?”

I stopped writing and looked up to see that Snape was behind Harry and Ron who were whispering to each other about something, I just huffed and shaked my head.

“Anyways-”

Both Ron and Harry were hit on the head with ‘oof’ escaping their mouths.

Ron and Harry looked up at Snape.

Snape looked down on them before turning around to continue at his lecture.

I shaked my head again seeing them look down to their scrolls.

I then proceeded to take down my notes again.

Potions class ended and students were heading out of the classroom, either to go back to their dormitories or somewhere else in the castle.

I was packing up my things and carried it with me to go to the library to get some books and study for my upcoming OWLS.

Never failed my OWLS but I just got grades that were acceptable and passed.

It sure was a Hassle but all was worth it when I get my grades and pass.

In the library I was writing things from the book to my notebook that I had brought along.

I always had a different notebook like the one I was writing on each year cause I always managed to fill it up with writings for school, some pages may have some doodles in them too cause it was a sort of habit of mine.

I was  engrossed in writing a certain part on my note book when someone from behind bumped into me and I not only messed up writing but my ink fell onto the paper.

I gasped and then looked at the black ink spilling onto my paper and also some of it falling onto the table.

I put down my feather and examined the notebook, picking it up.

“Ron, look what you did”

“Well I didn’t mean to!”

I turned around to see Ron and Hermione behind me bickering. like a mad couple.

I shook my head and huffed.

I smiled and said “No it’s okay, I can just use a spell to fix it”

They turned their heads to me and I instantly froze.

Curse my socially awkward self..

I tried to avoid their stares directed to me and just took my wand and mumbled a spell to clean up the mess.

My notebook and the table were all okay now.

Good as new

“See? No biggy”

I said clapping my hands together.

“Sorry about that my friend here is just clumsy”

“Hey!”

“I’m-”

“Oh, I know who you guys are, You’re Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, The school may be big but the it’s not difficult to know who you guys are.”

“I’m just someone you could hardly notice, um..anyways I’m Y/n, L/n”

I extended out my hand which Hermione took and shook.

“A pleasure to meet you” Hermione says smiling at me.

“The pleasure is all mine” I said my smile growing bigger.

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Okay that’s it for now I will probably make another part for this story.

A continuation where you and Ron will get together I guess

[spilledcoffeestudios]

IMAGINE Draco trying to comprehend the fact that you’re dead

[mrsriddles-blog]

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Our Beloved Summer (kdrama) (rewatching bec why not?)

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[blankparchment]

Imagine Sirius in Hogwarts when he gets emotional. A lot of people might imagine him shouting and freaking out and being obviously and deeply angry, kinda like how we see him in PoA when he’s mad at Peter. But headcanon that he wasn’t like that at all.

Think about it: Sirius came from a judgemental home that he hated, with a mother that was always screaming at him and insulting him and making him feel small. So in Hogwarts when he gets mad, he tries not to be like her at all. He’s reserved, he’s quiet, he forces himself to listen to the other person even when it’s really freaking hard. And when people are mad at him he can’t stand it, because every time someone shouts at him he just remembers what it was like to be “home”

So imagine someone is shouting at Sirius, like a professor, and Remus walks by and realises that Sirius’ hands are shaking. So Remus calmly walks up to the professor and he says “Sir, can you stop shouting, it makes me uncomfortable, I can’t stand hearing it” and the professor apologises profusely because they realise that Remus must have gone through stuff that made him hate shouting and they didn’t mean to do that, and Sirius just looks at Remus and he knows what his friend just did and they just never mention it again.

And that brings context to PoA too because when Sirius saw Peter again he was raving and furious and everything he tried to never be in Hogwarts because he’s just so angry that he’s blind to it and he lost everything, he lost James, the closest thing he had to family, he lost 12 years of his life, he was betrayed by such a close friend, and he was so blindly angry that he completely lost it for one of the first times in his life and he was never the same

[pbnjparker]

dating draco would include

can we hit 150 before the end of the week? we’re currently at 125 :) i love u all 

( a/n: tHE FUCKING LOOK CAN FUCK ME UP )

requested: no

warnings: no

masterlist + requests & asks

• going to quidditch matches to support your favorite slytherin seeker

• wearing his extra quidditch robes to the matches

• draco lowkey being turned on by you wearing his robe

• “ i'd would love to see you in nothing but that robe on my bed, love.”

• draco wanting to kiss you all the time

• him sneaking you into the slytherin common room

• heated makeout session in the common room

• helping him excel in herbology

• him “trying” to teach you how to ride a broomstick

• “draco, i’m going to fall! please bring it down! bring it down!” 

• calling him out when he attempts to insult harry, ron, and hermoine

• pansy trying to intervene in your relationship

• draco obviously not showing any emotions towards pansy but you thinking otherwise.

• “draco, do you really even love me?” 

• “princess, i love you more than anything in the world. not my parents, slytherin,  and pansy can come in between us.” 

• cute dates at the three broomsticks

• passionate sex

• rough sex

• he loves it when u call him daddy

• lowkey turns him on even more

• “just one time babygirl”

• o t fucking p

i love u guys! send in more requests! 

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