#look i do in fact know other minervas

[thepringlesofblood]

out of context neverafter ep 18 spoilers

[snowyslytherinowl]

Locked in the Staffroom

PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader

SUMMARY: Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall know that Severus Snape and you have hidden feelings for each other. When Snape refuses to acknowledge that you truly reciprocate his feelings, they lock him in the staffroom to force him to finally ask you out.

*GIF isn't mine.

Excited whispers and giggles sound from inside the staffroom. Who in the wizarding world is giggling? Severus thinks before he pushes the door open. No wonder; it’s Dumbledore and Minerva. The two jump away from each other the second Severus walks in. Tea flies into Minerva’s hands, and Dumbledore stares dreamily out the window. 

“Good day, Severus. What brings you here?” Minerva asks after sipping her tea.

He ignores their question and sneers, “What were you two old bats whispering about?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkle behind his half-moon spectacles. “In truth, Minerva and I were discussing what a lovely couple you and the charming History of Magic professor would make.” Minerva chokes on her tea, clearly unaware that Dumbledore planned to spill the details of their gossip talk. “We know of your deep, burning feelings for her and believe that it would be prudent to act on them.”

Blood rushes to Severus’s face. “I do not have feelings for her,” he spits. Even if he did, he thinks they would be neither deep nor burning. Sitting next to you at every meal, admiring your outfits and eyes, and dreaming of your every waking moment surely doesn’t constitute as that. 

Fine, perhaps he does fancy you just a little bit. 

“One may attempt to conceal their love, but love cannot be concealed in the way one gazes at their beloved,” Dumbledore says dreamily. 

“She looks at you the same way you look at her, lucky for you.” Minerva raises her eyebrows and throws him a knowing, smug smile. “If you weren’t always so engrossed in your work, you’d see it, too.”

Severus rolls his eyes. “I do not appreciate your meddling in my relationships with the other professors. Either way, you are becoming old and delusional.” The other two professors burst out laughing as Severus turns away and pours a cup of tea for himself. He makes a final comment as his back is turned, “Perhaps you bats need better spectacles or charms to improve your sanity.” 

Mere seconds after he takes his first sip, the staffroom door opens. Severus’s eyes shoot up to see who has entered into this embarrassing conversation, and it is none other than you. His gaze immediately lowers back to the tea, and his hair falls around his face to shield the fact that his face is turning an even brighter shade of red. You take note of the tense atmosphere and awkwardly greet, “Hi, everyone.”

Dumbledore and Minerva warmly greet you, while Severus nods in your direction. You blush at Severus’s albeit scarce attention and walk to stand by him at the drink table. 

“Look at the time. It appears that Minerva and I must depart for our daily bird watching. Hogsmeade residents have reported a sighting of the Fiery Frizzle, and it would be an absolute shame to miss witnessing the bird setting a cottage on fire,” Dumbledore declares. Minerva plays along and they stand up to leave the room.

“I didn’t know that you’re into bird watching,” you note as you pour milk into a coffee. 

“They aren’t,” Severus grunts with full knowledge of their true plan. They want to give you two some privacy so he can make some grand gesture demonstrating his love for you. Too bad for them; he plans to leave the staffroom soon after the older professors depart. Regardless of Severus’s comments, the two give him expectant glances before exiting. 

Silence engulfs the staffroom until you say, “I brought essays to grade. You can join me only if you want to, of course.” You smile shyly when he looks at you. 

“Unfortunately, I have duties to attend to,” Severus says and downs his remaining tea in one go despite how it burns his throat. With his hair covering his eyes, he glances at your dress one last time before heading for the door. It’s truly a shame that he doesn’t have more time (the courage, rather) to admire how it shows your curves in all the right places. 

Severus attempts to turn the door handle and discovers that it’s jammed. No matter the spell he casts and how many times he impatiently grunts “alohomora,” the door doesn’t budge. He notices that you’re looking at him, earning a nervous laugh from him. “The door refuses to open. Not surprising, considering I have been telling Dumbledore that it requires repair.”

“Really? I never had an issue with it. Do you need help?” you ask, but still walk over before he can respond. You cast several spells of your own, none of which work to open the door. Severus feels flustered, but whether it’s because of your closeness or his embarrassment at being unable to complete a simple task on his own, he doesn’t know. 

As you attempt to remove the door handle altogether, a realization hits Severus: the door won’t open unless he confesses his feelings or asks you out. His blood boils as he thinks about how that pair of old baboons are probably up in Dumbledore’s office at this very moment, giggling and kicking their feet with excitement like schoolchildren. He can’t wait to get out of here so he can storm into the office and hit them with every jinx and hex he can think of. 

But then again, neither of you can leave unless he makes a move. The staffroom is hardly the place for pouring his heart out or asking you out on a date. Severus supposes that inviting you to the Three Broomsticks is the best option since you might think he’s merely asking you as a friend. Though what is he supposed to do? Lean against the door and nonchalantly say, “Go to the Three Broomsticks with me?” Or magic a flower into existence and pop the question? Merlin, why does this feel more nerve-wracking than taking on a dragon or walking through the Forbidden Forest during a gloomy night? 

He’s snapped to attention when you say, “I don’t think this thing will budge.” 

“Yes, I believe so,” he mutters back. You’re looking up at him through your eyelashes. Ugh, this seems like the best time to ask you on a date. He crosses his arms against his chest, then uncrosses them because it makes him seem closed-off. Then they hang limply against his sides; no, that makes him look weak. Never mind any of this; just say something!

“Er, I want to… I was wondering if perhaps you, er,” he stammers and forces the rest out in a rushed sentence, “WouldliketogototheThreeBroomstickswithme?”

You scrunch your face together. “What?”

Why couldn’t you just hear him the first time? Do you wish to embarrass him? His eyes fix on a point on the ground to avoid the impending look of horror on your face as he clearly enunciates his next sentence. “Do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks with me this Saturday?”

With every ounce of his being, Severus forces himself to look at you. Disgust isn’t written on your face at all. Instead, you’re grinning widely, and your eyes are even brighter than usual. “Yes! Is six okay?”

The muscles of his mouth force his lips into a small smile. “Er, it is,” he replies without thinking if it does. Either way, he’d move around his entire schedule for a mere minute of your time. But then his heart sinks as he realizes that you’ve likely only agreed to accompany him to the Three Broomsticks as an outing between two friends. 

Severus is proven wrong once more when you lean up to him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek! Oh no, he must look like a bashful schoolboy due to his burning cheeks and widening grin. No matter any of that, though, because you kissed his cheek!

“I, er, I shall see you then,” he stammers. You smile and nod in agreement before he reaches for the door handle to leave before he bursts with giddiness. Lo and behold, the door finally opens. 

Unlike what Severus expected, Minerva and Dumbledore are standing at the end of the corridor. Good; he can murder them without having to walk too far! He rushes over to them and upon seeing him, their faces break out into vicious little smirks. 

“I have half a mind to turn you into mice and feed you to snakes!” Severus sneers. 

The two professors look at each other and laugh so hard that Minerva has to put a hand on Dumbledore’s arm to stable herself. “We see that you’ve taken our advice to heart,” Dumbledore says. “Did she agree to your invitation?”

“That is none of your business!” he spits. 

“It appears that she did agree, Albus!” Minerva exclaims. “You can thank us for that later. I rather think that Minerva would be a beautiful middle name for your future baby girl.” 

Severus’s eyes narrow and he advances on the two, but he merely gets close enough to scowl in their faces. “I rather think that name hideous!” he snaps and jerks back to leave the two where they are in the hall.  

But he’s halfway to the stairs when Dumbledore calls back, “Perhaps Albus would be a suitable middle name for a boy!” 

Severus doesn’t respond. Instead, he flicks his wand at a window, smashing it and sending glass flying everywhere. His cloak billows around him as he grumpily climbs the stairs and disappears from sight, but he can’t help but wonder what name would be regal enough for his future child. 

[honeymoonblues]

If only you asked...

Remus Lupin x Professor!Reader

Summary: Remus is deciding wheter or not to ask you out, and you're having a bad day. (Gender neutral reader)

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: A little continuation to my other Remus fic 'Crash!' can also be read as a stand-alone. Let me know if there are any spelling errors, English is not my first language.

A few months had passed since you became a professor at Hogwarts.

At first, it had been hard to get the students truly engaged with the subject. Of course you understood that history could get boring, but slowly and with a lot of effort, the kids were inspired by your own enthusiasm. You were eccentric enough to catch their attention for the whole hour, and stern enough to make sure they were actually learning.

Now, the relationship with your coworkers was an easier task. You got along with them just fine, having quickly learned about each of their personalities and being mindful of their own little quirks.

You knew well to treat Severus with respect, to call Minerva by her first name, to never interrupt Sprout while she was teaching and to be open minded to whatever Trelawney had to say, even when she spoke the most peculiar of facts.

Surely, there was also Remus. Whom, no matter how many odd quirks, could never get on your nerves. Even with his strange way of acting every once month, you thought he must have his reasons. Your bond was warm, a friendship disguised under pure professionalism (or so you thought).

You see, it was always:

“Oh, professor Lupin, you must come with me to Hogsmeade this weekend!”

And Remus would never turn down an offer from you. He would say:

“That’s very convenient, you see, I was just thinking that I need to go to the quill shop.”

 It turned cartoon-ish after a while. You’d invite him to the village, he’d suddenly remember that he also has to go the village, so it would be foolish to refuse, and you’d both smile brightly to each other. Now, Remus was quickly running out of stores he ‘needed’ to go to, and your invitations were so regular that they didn’t seem ‘just friendly’ anymore.

The truth is, you were fooling no one. Except maybe yourselves.

If anyone should ask about your relationship, you were kind to answer:

“Of course professor Lupin and I are friendly, we’re coworkers!”

And Remus didn’t hesitate to respond:

“Yes, I’d say we’re good acquaintances, why do you ask?”

In the staff room, Severus would raise his eyebrows every time, which is the most expressive you’ve seen him. Then Flitwick would sip on his tea, and Dumbledore would grin. Nevertheless, the professors were still indifferent to whatever-might-be-going-on with you two, Merlin knows they don’t need anything else to get involved with.

The students, however, do love a little love story. They would throw each other glances every time you stepped in Remus’ classroom, whisper excitedly when they caught you two talking animatedly, and roll their eyes whenever you’d invite him to Hogsmeade.

It was painfully clear! You both fancied each other, why couldn’t you just date, and get over it! The truth is, you were both phenomenal cowards. The ‘what ifs’ were clouding your minds. Also was it even allowed for professors to date? (No one cared!) But since the pair of you decided it would be best to ignore these feelings and not talk about it, the months just kept on stretching out and neither dared to make a move that wasn’t inside the usual routine of Hogsmeade’s strictly-professional-and-maybe-a-little-friendly strolls.

Remus’ heart raced just by thinking of asking you out for once. He smiled to himself, looked at a fixed point in his office, and ignored the papers he was supposed to be grading for a moment. He was thinking of you. Your humour, then your laugh, then your smile, then your blushing cheeks, then your twinkling eyes.

‘I’m absolutely done for.’ He thought, snapping out of his mind.

There was someone at his door.

“Minerva, please come in.”

Behind her glasses, McGonagall had a sharp glint in her eyes, and her mouth showed a faint smirk. She had come all the way to Remus’ office to discuss the little outing he was planning for the fourth years’ class. And she did just that, but in the back of her mind there was something else. She decided it was time to help her former student a bit, after all, she’d always had a soft spot for Remus.

“Winter holidays are getting closer.” She remarked, as she was getting up.

“A much needed break for everyone, isn’t it?”

“Of course...” She nodded with her usual poise. “Any plans for this winter, Remus?”

“Oh, Minerva, whatever could I have planned for winter? You know me...” He chuckled, shrugging and pointing to his office with his hands. Accompanying her to the door, he said. “I’m quite the dull man, after all.”

“I was just asking, since I’ve been seeing you out in Hogsmeade every weekend, I thought you could have...” She smiled, and Remus stuttered a bit before Minerva spoke again, softly but surely. “If you asked them, Remus, they would say yes, you know...”

Then she left, still grinning when she closed the door behind her. Remus stood there, lips tightly closed and feeling like he was caught red-handed. He sat down, then stood up again, and finally decided to sit down again. He also shook with laughter for a while as if he was insane, but kept quiet for a long time after that.

“I’m fucked.” He concluded out loud.

You loved the atmosphere that winter had brought to Hogwarts. The holidays were just around the corner and the kids seemed excited, ready for a break just as much as the professors were.

The students got more distracted this time of the year, but no one could really blame them. At the same time, exams were the last obstacle between them and the enchanting, needed rest. But it was surely a lot of work. You had so many papers and tests to grade that you started to wonder if it would be possible to have two history teachers instead of just one. Two whole stressful weeks where you didn’t even go out on weekends, and your free time was basically nonexistent. Merlin, you were almost out of your mind.

Hugging yourself in your heavy winter coat, and sipping on your hot tea, you made your way to your classroom. You were late because you’d accidentally slept in, after staying up late trying to decipher some bizarre students’ essays. But no matter how late, you were not about to miss breakfast or you’d surely pass out in the middle of the class, so you went down to the kitchens, asked politely for a cup and took off as fast as you could.

The thing is, today was not your day at all. But it could get worse, and it did! 5 minutes before the end of your first class, you tripped slightly, as you tend to do, but your worn out boots simply decided it was enough, and the heel on one of them broke. You just stared at your mutilated shoe for a moment, standing in a weird uneven stance, uncharacteristically quiet. You sighed, looked at the attentive students and dismissed the class for the day.

There were 35 minutes before the next class started, ‘enough time to cry a little’, you thought. But you shook your head, and sat down at your desk, examining your shoe.

“Certainly broken boot will not bring me down.” You spoke to yourself.

“I don’t see how it could.” Said a soft voice.

You snapped your head forward, and watched Remus entering your classroom, a shy smile on his face.

“Is this a bad time?” He asked, unusually bashful.

“No, no! I was just...” You held the boot for him to see. “Trying to fix this...”

He chuckled at the poor state of your shoes and got closer to take a look.

“I really should go to Hogsmeade, and see if someone can patch them up for me.” You mumbled, quite discouraged at your own chances of reapairing it. “Would you like to accompany me, professor?” The question was soft, hopeful, and it got a smile out of both of you.

“That’s very convenient, you see, I was just about to ask you on a date."

[snapeaddict]

Minvember Day 3 - Dance rehearsal

"Severus, you must help me."

"I am busy."

"Busy doing what, exactly?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"..."

"The fumes, Minerva. I am watching the potion fumes. The thicker it is, the better the result for this experiment."

"I see. I thought you were merely contemplating your laboratory, brooding over the absurdity of life as per usual."

Severus rolled his eyes. He unfolded his arms and took his eyes off the cauldrons that stood a few feet before him, glancing at the deputy headmistress with an unreadable expression.

"How may I be of service?"

"My left foot."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You will have to be more precise."

"It hurts."

Almost imperceptibly, his lips quirked in a sort of twisted, half-repressed smile.

"That is most unfortunate", he merely replied.

"Well, do something about it, you annoying man!"

"I do not see how. Certainly Poppy is the one qualified-"

"You know how she is! She might talk - tell Albus -"

Severus leaned comfortably against the nearest work-table. He could have been filing his nails for all that mattered; he looked especially unbothered, with a cunning and satisfied expression patiently waiting to move each of the carefully trained muscles of his face.

"Tell Albus what?" he asked.

His voice, as usual very smooth, was a steady mix of amusement and faked ignorance.

Minerva sighed heavily. She looked over her shoulder, then replied:

"You know he stepped over my foot the whole evening. And the day before. And the day before that."

"Really? But I thought you were an experienced waltz teacher -"

"Severus -"

"Such a brilliant one, in fact, that even the headmaster could become a successful dancer under your guidance, if I recall your very words -"

"Severus -"

"And, if my memory does not fail me, to that I humbly replied-"

"FINE! YES! Albus is a lost cause. It is like his arms and legs do not belong to the same person. He smiles confidently and then moves completely out of rhythm. Are you satisfied?"

Severus smiled cunningly. He set out to the other side of the room, opened and closed a cupboard and then came back to his original place, holding a jar of white cream. He handed it to her.

"This will reduce the inflammation in under ten minutes, if applied generously. It is scented with camomille - your favourite."

"Thank you."

She turned to leave.

"Oh, Minerva?"

"What now?"

"Do you know when this was prepared?"

"I am sure you will tell me."

"August 13th. The day we learnt there would be a Yule Ball."

She rolled her eyes and left, cursing under her breath. From what Severus could make out, it was something about never taking a bet again; he turned his attention back to his cauldrons, looking very pleased with himself.

[marvel-rhapsody]

Reunited | post Azkaban! Sirius Black x fem!reader

PostAzkaban!Sirius Black x fem!professor!reader

Warnings: reader was a gryffindor in school, horrid writing but I tried, set during POA, unedited so mistakes are mine

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I've read some one shots with similar concepts like this one and wanted to try to write one myself.

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After graduating from Hogwarts some time ago, you never thought you would be back as a teacher. But when Albus Dumbledore comes to you personally and asks you to be the new Muggle Studies professor, you just can't say no.

Growing up as a half-blood, your father being a muggle and your mother being a witch, Muggle Studies was a breeze for you. Teaching it has also been a fairly easy task.

It's now your seventh year teaching at Hogwarts, and it feels like your whole world is crashing. News of Sirius Black's, your "technical" husband, escape from Azkaban is roaming throughout campus, and it feels like the walls are closing in on you. No one knows that you're married to him, though. You decided when you took the job to use your maiden name to stop any potential questions.

And, coincidentally, Remus Lupin is at school this year, too. The two of you have spent many days and nights reminiscing over your time at Hogwarts. He was truly your best friend all those years ago. After Lily and James died, with Sirius in prison and Peter dead, you and Remus fell out of touch. It was too hard for both of you to come to terms with what happened that night.

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Now, a couple months into the school year, Sirius Black has broken into the school and into Gryffindor tower. No one exactly knows what he's looking for. But Dumbledore and McGonagall have their suspicions.

You and Remus are now sitting in Dumbledore's office, waiting for one of them to tell you what is happening.

"We believe that Mr. Black is after Harry Potter..." Minerva says.

"That ridiculous, Minnie!" You shout. "Why would he want Harry?"

"To finish what Voldemort couldn't," Albus replies.

You scoff. "He would never. James was a brother to him, and I don't know what really happened with Peter. But I know, for a fact, that Sirius would never hurt Harry."

"Do we really know that, (y/n)?" Remus asks.

"I do, Remus."

With that, you leave the office to head back to your sleeping chambers to be alone. Classes are over for the day, and you just want to relax and get away from the chaos of the school term.

You lie awake for most of the night. Sleep would not come easily.

You cannot stop thinking about Sirius and what he was looking for in Gryffindor tower. It was Halloween night, so he must've known that the students would not be in the common room or their dorms. If he was really going after Harry, why would he choose that night, where no student would be able to spot him?

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It's close to the end of the school year, summer holiday just creeping around the corner. No signs of Sirius Black have been found in quite a while.

You and Remus are on good terms again after that meeting with Albus. The two of you are wandering around the castle together, as are a couple other professors, for a night watch.

You are walking around a corner when your hear Snape's dark voice coming from the hall.

"Read it," he says.

A new voice appears, belonging to Harry Potter. "Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs offer their compliments to Professor Snape and..."

His voice now sounds so distant to you. Hearing those names brings back so many memories. Before you know it, you're standing with Lupin in front of Snape and Harry.

"A Zonko product, it seems..." Lupin says, a knowing look on his face. "I'll take it, since it is my area of expertise, as you said."

He pulls you along with him, beckoning Harry to follow. The three of you end up in his office.

"I'm honestly astounded that you didn't turn this in. If this were to turn up in the hands of Sirius Black, he could have used this as a way into the castle!" Lupin sounds furious, but you know it's only because he fears for the safety of the students.

"I didn't think of that..." Harry says. "I should tell you, I don't think that map always works. Because I saw a name on there of someone I know to be dead... Peter Petigrew."

You shake your head. "That's impossible.."

Harry shrugs before saying, "Just saying what I saw. Have a good night, professors."

Once he leaves, you grab the map from Lupin. "If he's right... we can prove that Sirius is innocent, Rem."

"I can't  believe I thought that he could have done this... I'm a terrible friend."

"No, you're not. The evidence against him was critical. You couldn't have known."

"But you did."

"I'm his wife, I always have had faith in him."

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A few nights pass when Remus comes running into your office.

"He's here, with Peter."

He doesn't have to say anything else to you, as you're now following him out to the willow, and entering the tunnel towards the Shrieking Shack.

Everything starts to happen so fast. Remus gets Harry's wand away from him, and your daughter and Hermione pull Harry off of Sirius.

"Harry, just hear us out..." you say. "You said that Peter was on the map... This map has never lied in all the years I knew about it. Sirius didn't sell your parents out. He tried to save them, but the damage was already done. Peter had told you-know-who already. There was nothing any of us could have done."

"We trusted you..." Harry said. "And you didn't even tell me that the two of you were my godparents! You're his wife, and no one knows. Why should I believe you now?"

Severus shows up now, his wand pointed directly at Sirius. "I should have known that you were helping him. Dumbledore swears that you had nothing to do with his escape and breaking into the castle... but I knew."

You raise your wand at him. "Don't make me do this, Severus."

You pause, giving him a moment to lower his wand. When he doesn't, you yell, "Expelliarmus!"

His wand comes flying towards you as his body flies backwards towards the dusty bed in the corner of the room.

With that, Sirius grabs "Scabbers" out of Ron's hand.

"If we're wrong about this, I'll go back to Azkaban... But if we're right..." Sirius says.

"The right person will be punished for the death of your parents.. our friends," Remus finishes for him.

Peter is here, actually here. And it takes everything in you to stop Sirius from killing him. But Harry seals Peter's fate with one sentence.

"I don't reckon my dad would want to see his best friends become murderers."

Everyone starts to make their way back to the castle, when the clouds part in the sky, the full moon now shining down on the group.

"Get to the castle, now!" you yell to the kids.

Remus's body starts to transform in the moonlight.

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You help Harry and Hermione get Ron up to the hospital wing as quickly as you can.

Harry and Hermione try to tell Professor Dumbledore what happened, but he puts a stop to their rambling.

"You know the laws, Miss Granger, you must not be seen. Mister Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower. Maybe more than one innocent life can be spared tonight."

"Of course, sir..." Hermione says, pulling Harry aside.

"I'll lock you in. Mind the time," Dumbledore says before leaving the wing.  

You follow the two students, "I'm coming with you... He's my husband, and I need to be there."

Hermione throws the chain of her necklace around the three of you and turns the charm three times.

It feels like a rush of wind, and then everything stops. You are still standing in the hospital wing, but the sun is still up and Ron is nowhere to be seen.

"Where were we at 7:30?" Hermione asks.

"I don't know... Going to Hagrid's?"

The three of you rush down to Hagrid's house, and Harry stops suddenly upon seeing himself, Ron and Hermione enter from afar.

"How are we here but also there? This is not normal!" Harry exclaims.

Hermione shows him her necklace. "This is how I've been getting to all my classes this year. It's a time-turner. McGonagall gave it to me and the beginning of term."

Before you know it, it's time to go rescue Sirius. You tell the kids to stay hidden as you and Buckbeak fly to the highest tower.

You find Sirius sitting against the wall in the dark cell, and you whip your wand out to break open the locks.

"Let's go, we don't have much time..." you say.

The escape is fast and painless, and you meet Harry and Hermione in the courtyard, away from any potential student gazes that could give your plan away.

"I owe you all... Thank you," Sirius says.

"I want to go with you," Harry tells him.

"One day... but for now, my life will be unpredictable.. Stay here with (y/n) and I'll try to contact you as soon as I can," Sirius pulls Harry into a tight embrace.

When he lets go, Sirius reaches his hand out for you.

Hermione pulls Harry away so the two of you could have some space before Sirius has to leave again.

Sirius rests his hands on either side of your face. "Thank you for believing in me, love. Maybe one day, we'll be together again."

You feel tears start to fall down your cheeks. Sirius is quick to wipe them away.

"Be safe, please."

"I'm going to let some muggles spot me far away from here... Hopefully that will keep the ministry away from the school. I didn't mean for it to be like this..."

You sigh, "I know... I wish I could help you get through all this, but I can't just leave. I am a professor, after all."

Sirius grins. "You'll have to tell me all about it when we reunite again."

[discoveredreality]

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2. Bond - 173k words by AnnaFugazzi

Rating: Mature

Summary: I started to write this before HBP came out, and crossed my fingers that HBP wouldn't make it totally non-canon. No such luck, I'm afraid. This, therefore, is an AU story, where (SPOILER) still teaches (SPOILER), (SPOILER) didn't try to (SPOILER), (SPOILER) didn't succeed in (SPOILER), (SPOILER) never dated (SPOILER), and most importantly, (MAJOR ENDING SPOILERS) never happened.

3. It Was All Just a Game (Rewrite) - 616k words by write_me227

Rating: Mature

Summary: If there's one thing that Draco Malfoy yearns for, it's seeing Harry Potter in pain. How that happens, he doesn't care. When Potter's name is pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco sees it as the perfect opportunity to fulfill his greatest desire. Except Saint Potter has luck swimming in his veins. He needs to be distracted... And the best way to do that is to make him fall in love.

4. Turn - 307k words by Saras_Girl

Rating: Explicit

Summary: One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

5. Get Some - 78k words by sara_holmes

Rating: Mature

Summary: Voldemort is dead. Life goes on. Harry is sick and tired of everyone treating him differently and letting him get away with everything.

6. For The Greater Good - 59k words by jadepresley

Rating: Mature

Summary: When Harry and Draco discover they’ve been bonded to one another, neither one of them is prepared for the secrets they slowly begin to uncover.

Together, they learn that they can’t escape their past, or the things that have been left hidden there, and that sometimes the only way to move forward is to look back.

7. Things Worth Knowing - 165k by Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that's not even addressing the fact that Potter's got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he's forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn't it?

8. Eclipe - 287k by Mijan

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: "You're dead, Potter… I'm going to make you pay…"

Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It's the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco's world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.

9. Foundations!verse by Saras_Girl

Rating: Explicit

Part 1: Reparations - 87k words

Summary: Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

Part 2: Foundations - 236k words

Summary: When one door closes, another one opens – with a bit of a push. Life, love and complications.

10. The Sleeping Beauty Curse - 153k words

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When Draco Malfoy falls into a cursed sleep and can only be woken – at least, according to the Daily Prophet, that impeccable source of truth – by ‘true love’s kiss’, Harry Potter knows there’s no way on earth he’s the answer to this particular riddle. Is he . . .?

11. Waiting By An Open Door - 30k words by Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too. But that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, and Malfoys don't get fairy tale endings, do they?

12. Running on Air - 75k words by eleventy7

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

13. The Bucket List - 32k words by GallaPlacidia

This fic was taken off ao3 and any other sites, so here is the download link for all of GallaPlacidia's fics: Google Drive GallaPlacidia Archive Download Link

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Draco will die in six months if he can't get Harry Potter to fall in love with him. Since that's not going to happen, he might as well spend his last days working through his Bucket List. Tap-dancing lessons? Rock climbing? Poetry-writing? Threesomes? Cocaine? Getting to know his adorable cousin, Teddy Lupin? Draco will try them all!

Feat. Cheerily pessimistic Draco, devoted bitch queen Pansy Parkinson, and a Harry who can't help but notice that something seems DIFFERENT about Draco, these days.

14. Adventures of a Suicidal Gentlemen - 48k words by GallaPlacidia

This fic was taken off ao3 and any other sites, so here is the download link for all of GallaPlacidia's fics: Google Drive GallaPlacidia Archive Download Link

Rating: Mature

Summary: Draco wants to kill himself, but he's trying not to be dramatic about it. Harry wants to sleep with Draco, but he's trying not to be obvious about it. Misunderstandings! Pining! Grief! Self-loathing but in a kind of charming way?

Feat. Misty the house elf who takes shit from no one, an Astoria who has her own mysterious aims, a Draco who is determined to use humour to get through things, and a Harry doesn't know what he wants, except maybe to touch Draco's pretty face.

15. Make Me a Headline (I Want to Be That Bold) - 31k words by dicta_contrion

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Draco never expected to see Harry doing that again. Especially with someone else, in a grainy photograph that's landed on his desk one Monday morning.

16. All Life is Yours to Miss - 115k words by Saras_Girl

Rating: Mature

Summary: Professor Malfoy's world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

17. Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm - 104k words by SquadOfCats

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

18. Mental - 187k words by sara_holmes

Rating: Mature

Summary: Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.

19. survival is a talent - 503k by ShanaStoryteller - IN PROGRESS

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone.

Their best isn't perfect.

BONUS (NOT DRARRY):

20. Oh God Not Again! - 151k words by Sarah1281

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: So maybe everything didn't work out perfectly for Harry. Still, most of his friends survived, he'd gotten married, and was about to become a father. If only he'd have stayed away from the Veil, he wouldn't have had to go back and do everything AGAIN.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 17 – prompt 17: Incarcerous – word count 776

Incarcerous - Conjures ropes

Sirius had been running for the whole night. He had run so much he was now back in London, amidst the morning crowds of November first. As Padfoot, he was dodging people, making others trip, once even scaring off a tabby cat, but he was still running, snout on the ground, following a specific scent. Then, on a busy street, there it was. The scent he had been following melting into another, both achingly familiar, and a figure hurrying away with his head bent. Sirius transformed back, ignoring the fact that Muggles around could see him.

“WORMTAIL!” he shouted.

People around him hurried past, others shot confused looks a this raised wand, but Sirius was only focused on one man, the one who was now turning around, eyes which had been too familiar for years settling on his. Sirius knew James would have asked why, would have waited to hear it from Peter’s voice. But Sirius wasn’t James. And James wasn’t there. He never would be anywhere anymore, and it was because of Peter. He pointed his wand at his old friend, the one he had shared so many years with. Peter too had his wand at the ready, and before Sirius could do anything, he started screaming.

“Lily and James, Sirius!”

Sirius felt those names said by that voice hit him like a punch.

“Lily and James, Sirius!” Peter screamed again. “How could you?!”

Weirdly, Sirius laughed. He could see now how clever the man that had betrayed his childhood best friend was. The Muggles around were now stopping to look at them, a laughing man and a screaming, trembling one. Oh, that would look good later on, he could see it. Framed and put away with the rest of his awful blood family, as if all those years had never happened. Very clever, really.

“How could you?!” Peter added a sob at the end of his scream, which made Sirius laugh even harder.

“INCARCEROUS! PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!”

Sirius’s laugh was cut short as he fell to the ground, arms and legs bound by ropes. In front of him, Peter too had fallen down, eyes wide and still as a statue.

“Tell me it isn’t true,” a voice said. “Tell me I didn’t waste seven years believing in you.”

Sirius twisted his neck only to see a hand brandishing a wand.

“Not in me,” he whispered. “Never in me, Professor.”

Above him, Minerva McGonagall’s face was unpenetrable, despite her red eyes as if she had just stopped crying.

“Explain yourself,” she said as if he was still a teenager and she had just caught him in the middle of a prank.

“We swapped. It was James’s idea, to swap Secret Keeper,” he said, words tumbling down from his mouth. “We thought they would come after me, but we didn’t know they had gotten to him first. He’s the spy in the Order, Professor, believe me! He’s an Animagus, don’t let him turn into a rat and escape, please!”

“I know,” McGonagall said. “Why do you think I petrified him? Besides,” she moved over to Peter and knelt down. “It’s easier to do this this way.”

Sirius already knew what he would see, but still the Dark Mark appearing on his friend’s forearm made his stomach twist. He saw McGonagall briefly close her eyes before she got back up and moved her wand, making the ropes binding him disappear.

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” she said.

“I doubted me too,” Sirius got up. “I was going to kill him, Professor. I was.”

“I understand. But no murder for you, Mr Black. You have a godson to care for now.”

“Harry,” Sirius breathed, the thought of the baby popping into his head shamefully for the first time since the previous night. “Where is he?”

“I brought him to Mr Lupin before tracking you down. Needless to tell you he’s beside himself with grief and worry,” McGonagall said. “You should go to them now, the Aurors will be here soon to take care of all this.”

Sirius nodded.

“Thank you, Professor,” he said, picking up his wand.

“Sirius?”

“Yes?”

Despite her pained expression and her hand still gripping her wand tightly, McGonagall’s eyes were warm.

“I never asked you for anything, but… I think it’s time you settled down now. You have a child to raise, and if my rounds passing the several hidden cupboards in the Hogwarts corridors all those years taught me something, it’s you also have a boyfriend who loves you very much. Do it for them, please.”

“I promise,” Sirius nodded. “We’ll have you over at least once a week for tea,” he added before Disapparating.

[zorosbeau33]

Working~ Sting Eucliffe Headcanon/Drabble

❖ Fairy Tail, Sting x genderless reader

❖ Headcanon, Drabble, Fluff, Romance, established relationship au

❖ No warnings for this one~

❖ wc: 843

❖ @tojiseviltwin @kimnamshiks ❖ Masterlist ❖

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This ended up nearly becoming a imagine by accident oops? So uh headcanon/drabble. Might do nsfw headcanon if anyone is interested sometime

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Being guildmaster is something he takes great pride in, although he knows he is only so good at it because he has the support of people like Rogue and Minerva

He already finds it very hard to concentrate on paperwork when there are so many cool things out there and his guild is having fun partying or relaxing in their new pool

Which is how he would end up holed up in his office desperately trying to get himself to concentrate on the task at hand.

Digging himself out of all the backed-up paperwork that hadn’t been deemed important enough to be a same day issue.

Funny that those projects and paperwork which wasn’t really needing to be dealt with for another two-three weeks suddenly were all due at once

Rogue had been tasked (by Minerva) with letting the guild members know he was not to be disturbed for anything, even the guild burning down (Rogue could handle that without Sting's help). 

The members were on their best behavior too! Trying so hard not to disturb but to also be helpful, like delivering the finished mail for him, or leaving snacks at the door with a tiny knock. (I think they forget about his sharpened senses because yes Orga he sees and smells you hiding behind that thin ass pillar at the other end of the hall) 

Sting feels even more determined with all of them being so kind and helpful to him, especially you

Your willingness to sit beside him and carefully help sort the paperwork, file it away or arrange it to be sent out in the mail was making this process so much faster. He could tell you had teamed up with Minerva to find out exactly what she as financial and aid needed from him because before she could do it you were already guiding Sting to the next document she needed him to address

Thus after three days with late nights and early mornings the end was nearly in sight

The budget for the festival was making his eyes swim as he tried to allot the right amounts where, and Minerva herself had stepped out to take care of a time sensitive task for him when your “help” suddenly became “hindering”

“I am working babe” He would whine and pout a bit trying to ignore you sitting on his desk and moving in closer to him, a tactic that normally had him jumping into your arms or pulling you into his lap with a laugh

Sting was such a good boyfriend he always put your needs first whenever he could, and that included entertainment or cuddles…yet another reason he may have fallen a bit behind because even after your needs were met he overindulged himself in spoiling you

Your pout and little cooes and pleas for just a few minutes made him whine louder looking distraught

How could you do this to him? Puppy pout when he was trying his best to be good and do everything so he could in fact indulge himself all he wanted in your magnificent presence? 

Did you wear his clothes too knowing how that made him melt even more for you? This had to be a plot, you waited until Minerva and Rogue had stepped away to pull this.

“Please?” He would whimper and beg, eyeing you desperately wanting nothing more than to tackle you for cuddles and a nap, or some kisses “I just have a bit more, I need to…just a bit longer…” 

It was his downfall, the minute his eyes glanced at your lips he knew it was over

Crashing your lips together in an exhausted but needy kiss Sting was quickly falling into your trap

Looping his arms around your waist, hugging you as he leaned up out of his seat to reach your lips for the kisses he’d been longing for. 

Sting's exhaustion would hit him all at once and despite kissing you like a man who would drown without air, his body went slack leaning against you to stay up. Sunken eyes closing as he surrendered to the bliss of your taste

Minerva would be fuming when she came back but right now he just needed to lean into you as you sat on his desk before him and steal as many kisses as he could before falling asleep

Her anger would melt though when she saw only a few small things left, and the soft way you were stroking his hair as he used your lap as a pillow

Maybe a small nap couldn’t hurt, she could also maybe use one

Sure enough, Sting did still finish his paperwork that night

Lastly, he made sure to pay you back for interrupting and distracting him like that too ;)

From that day on Sting however, would request your kisses as a reward and a “rejuvenating spell” whenever he needed to do paperwork

Though skeptical of the method Minerva and Rogue were both relieved that paperwork never truly piled up anymore they guess they could say it’s “working”

[defectivevillain]

wandering compassion

premise: The Head of Houses at Hogwarts react to you getting injured. 

reader’s pronouns are unspecified. 

relationships (separate & platonic): Severus Snape & reader, Filius Flitwick & reader, Minerva McGonagall & reader, Pomona Sprout & reader

author’s note: y’all i’m.. idk. i have no idea how i got this idea but the moment i thought of it, i couldn’t get it out of my mind. I absolutely adore the hogwarts profs,,,, sigh. i'm pathetic, i know.

severus and filius’s parts are from your point of view. minerva and pomona’s parts are from their point of view. :)

warnings: snape’s part is about you coping with the aftermath of a detention with umbridge, so there are brief mentions of the scarring on your hand (from the blood quill). in general, there’s also fainting and general exhaustion. other than that, this fic is fluffy. 

Severus Snape

You mutter a goodbye and walk down the stairs from Umbridge’s office. Your hand is shoved in your pocket—as you don’t want anyone to see it—but the fabric rubs against your wound and it burns. You grit your teeth and walk faster, feeling your vision begin to blur with tears. You quickly rub at your eyes, trying your best to keep your composure. You’ll be fine. It’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. 

You’re so busy trying to convince yourself of your own welfare that you don’t notice the other person walking towards you until you bump shoulders with you. You look up, only to find Snape himself staring down at you. “Sorry, Professor.” You grimace, waiting for an insult.

Sure enough, Snape’s mouth is moving, but you have no idea what he’s saying. You squint at him and try to process his statements, but his voice sounds garbled. The professor’s expression fluctuates from annoyed to irritated to pinched.

“What?” Your voice sounds strange and you feel wobbly all of a sudden, as if your sense of balance was suddenly taken from you. You clench your uninjured fist and try to keep calm. The last thing you need is to make a fool of yourself in front of Snape. 

To your immense displeasure, that is exactly what you end up doing. Your knees buckle and you fall to the ground. You wince as you careen towards the ground, dreading the intense collision with the granite below you. Fortunately, your landing is... extremely soft. You have a gut feeling that someone casts a cushioning charm just before you fall. Unfortunately, you can’t focus on this—namely because your vision is fading at the edges and you’re drifting into unconsciousness. The last thing you see before you completely fall into an unwanted slumber is Snape’s wide eyes as he looks down at you. 

You wake up in the hospital wing with a dark shadow at the edge of your vision. It takes a moment for your vision to clear as you sit up. When it finally does, you’re surprised to find Snape looming over you, an infuriated expression on his face. He crosses his arms over his chest and berates you for several minutes, until Madam Pomfrey takes notice and shoos him out of the room. 

Despite Snape’s harsh words, you can’t help but feel grateful for his concern. You resolve yourself to thank him later for bringing you to the hospital wing. For now, though, you recline in bed and fall asleep once more. 

Minerva McGonagall 

Minerva is walking down the halls, lost in thought. She spent the past few hours grading her fifth years’ essays, and she has Transfiguration on her mind. In fact, the professor is so distracted that she nearly trips over you. At the last second, fortunately, she catches herself and stops in her tracks. 

You lie on the floor, your back leaned up against the wall behind you. For an awful moment, Minerva thinks you’re not breathing. She quickly relaxes, however, after casting a quick diagnostic spell. It appears that you’re just... incredibly fatigued. In fact, she has to blink and reread the warnings given to her through the spell before recollecting herself. 

It’s a miracle that you’re breathing. Your natural magic stores are deprived, not to mention, your energy levels leave much to be desired. Minerva frowns at the circles under your eyes and the furrow to your eyebrows. It seems that you’re not able to relax, even in sleep. 

Minerva stands before you for a long moment, contemplating what to do. Eventually, she decides on saying your name. It only takes a few tries before you’re blinking your eyes open dazedly. Minerva resists a laugh at the panic that goes through you when you notice her presence. 

“Oh, Professor!” You seem to be gearing up for a justification, so Minerva interjects before you can make up an absurd excuse. 

“I must insist that I escort you to the hospital wing.” Suddenly, there’s a pleading look in your eyes and she sighs. She understands the sentiment, she really does. The hospital wing is always filled to the brim with students. No doubt you would raise some attention if you stayed there. Minerva pinches the bridge of her nose. “Fine. To my office, then.”

Minerva makes you some tea and offers you some Pepper-Up Potion. You claim that you’re not hungry, but when she puts out biscuits you eat them. She shakes her head in exasperation. 

She makes sure to send you off with an order to go straight to bed. As you walk away, Minerva exhales slowly. She promises herself that she’ll check on you tomorrow morning. 

Filius Flitwick

You’re making your Prefect rounds late at night. The castle is remarkably quiet. Throughout your patrol, you’ve only seen one student—and they were another Prefect. In the silence of the castle halls, you find your exhaustion beginning to catch up to you. Your eyes threaten to slip shut every few moments, and your eyelids even begin to sting. 

Your walking pace begins to slow as you grow more aware of the tiredness pulling at your core. Even so, you continue to patrol the castle. It’s your job, after all. 

You don’t realize that you’re beginning to nod off until it’s nearly too late. One moment, your eyes are closing, and the next your body is tipping and your balance is falling to the side. Just as you’re careening to the ground, you’re gently pushed back up to a standing position. To your surprise, there’s a bluish light under your left elbow. You turn around, only to find Professor Flitwick staring at you with wide eyes. 

Filius says something in Gobbledygook and you startle. He takes in your wide eyes and uncertain posture before calmly asking you to follow him to his office. You traipse along at his side. Every few seconds, you notice the professor glancing at you, as if making sure you’re alright. You’re slightly embarrassed.

“Prefects need to take care of themselves, too,” Flitwick says once the two of you are situated in his office. He asks you some questions about your sleep schedule and your workload for your classes. When you mention that you’re taking seven classes, his eyes widen and he shakes his head in disbelief. “I’ll find another Prefect to cover your patrol tomorrow. Now, go get some sleep.” You nod, grateful that the professor doesn’t seem angry with you. He bids you a good night and you leave feeling considerably lighter. Once you get back to your dormitory and get into bed, you immediately fall asleep. 

Pomona Sprout

Pomona is fiercely protective of all students, Hufflepuff or not. When she comes across you holding a hand to your side, face pinched as if in pain, she nearly snaps her wand in half. Pomona clenches her fists and makes her way over to you. 

“Are you alright?” She already knows the answer to the question, but you try to nod your head anyway. Pomona sighs. Sometimes, students are needlessly prideful. Fortunately, she knows some minor healing spells. She makes quick work of healing your injury, before looking you up and down. You look disheveled and a bit confused. Pomona knows that asking you about the incident will not help, but she has one question that she must ask. 

“Who did this?” You balk at this, your eyes widening. You remain silent for a few moments and Pomona sighs. “Tell me now, hon, or I’ll find out.” Something in her expression must give her convictions away, because you eventually tell her the names of the people that cursed you. Pomona makes sure to remember their names before she helps you to stand up.

Then, Pomona takes you to the kitchens and asks the elves for a light snack. The two of you chuckle as the elves give you far more than just a snack. After you eat, she’s pleased to notice that your shoulders aren’t hunched and you don’t look stressed anymore. Pomona makes sure to stay with you as long as you need. When you express your desires to go to sleep, she walks you back to your dormitory and makes you promise to go to her if another like incident occurs. 

The moment the door falls shut behind you, Pomona sets off down the hallway. She has some bullies to take points from, after all. 

[saintsenara]

More ships! (I can't even find the original prompt you reblogged that's how many you must've gotten by now)

Albus Dumbledore/Nicolas Flamel

Snape/Filch

McGonagall/Sprout

Hermione/Grindelwald

thank you very much for the ask, anon! we are now almost a full calendar year into these ship asks - and i hope they continue for a very long time to come.

albus dumbledore/nicholas flamel

ok, so we've all thought about just how bonkers it is that dumbledore straight-up tells flamel to kill himself, right?

like, he's told flamel that he will keep the philosopher's stone under impregnable protection at hogwarts, and then he turns up at his house one day and says "yeah, so the obstacle course guarding the thing which has made you immortal was low-effort for an eleven-year-old... and - btw - the stone has been destroyed for a reason i have no intention of elaborating on"... i know he tells us that flamel is unafraid of death, but:

a. we only have his word for it.

b. the very fact that flamel takes the elixir actually suggests to me that he's probably got a slightly... voldemort-ish view of the whole dying lark...

which is to say, i actually really like the idea of a pretty dark dynamic between dumbledore and flamel - especially one which is, in essence, a reversal of the dynamic between dumbledore and grindelwald, in which dumbledore becomes the bored cynic with the desire to push the boundaries of magic and flamel becomes the innocent scholar who is delighted to have met someone on the same intellectual level...

which is why i was recently delighted to stumble across alone and palely loitering by @squibstress... an absolute banger!

argus filch/severus snape

i have been very taken with the way this pairing is written by delphi - especially because of the way they play with the shared grubbiness which contributes to snape and filch's respective outsider statuses within hogwarts.

but i do, generally, think it's probably flopping. snape's vibe with filch is very "even i look down on you", and i suspect that the idea of doing it with a squib is something which makes the death eater in him jump out, even when he's on the path towards reformation...

minerva mcgonagall/pomona sprout

yes.

not only because i really like the mismatch potential of mcgonagall's rather buttoned-up vibe having to come undone as she gets into the funky way in a greenhouse, but because i really like the hints we get in canon of them being comrades-in-arms [especially against the male teachers].

i think they're falling into bed the first time while they split a bottle of firewhisky and complain about umbridge. i think it's turning into something more as they help each other endure through the horrible year in which snape's headmaster.

hermione granger/gellert grindelwald

do you know what... we're going with... yes.

my unpopular view is that - in contrast to fandom slander which portrays ron as someone who can't wait to put the mudbloods in their place - hermione is the member of the trio who'd make the best death eater, on account of her tendency towards people-pleasing and her general deference to authority.

so if she finds herself yeeted back in time to the 1940s? sorry lads, she's not fixing tom riddle through the force of her intellect [he would - with my apologies to tomione nation - think her a narrow-minded bluestocking who wouldn't recognise magical creativity if it punched her in the face]...

she's becoming a fascist.

[urrockstar-xe]

potions test - s.b x fem!reader

posted december 11th, 2022, 9:26 pm

anon asked: hi hi hi!!! i was wondering if you could do prompt 45 w sirius black!!! hehe thank u sm <3 have a nice day

45 "they hate each other" "no they don't, not really"

I am so sorry for the wait on this one (i've said that so much), so much has happened these past few months. I really hope you like this, sweets.

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“Now what makes you so sure your tricks are better than mine?” Sirius’ question had the three boys all turning to look at You for your answer. “Well, for one, I don’t get caught.” Sirius scoffed at this. “That’s because they’re not brilliant enough to incite rage in our dear old professors, and for your information, I find gossiping over brunch with Minerva quite fun.” 

James, Remus, and Peter had been watching the two of you go back and forth for 15 minutes, somehow finding yourselves stuck in an argument about whose tricks are better.

“It’s not brunch, you imbecile, it’s detention.” You responded, crossing your arms over your chest.

 “Why are you both still on about this?” Peter asked, crumpling up a wrapper. “Because Black is too stubborn to admit when he’s wrong,” “Oh please if anyone’s stubborn it's you, always insisting on being right about everything. “You wouldn’t be pointing that out if you didn’t agree-”

“Alright! Y/n, I believe we have a study session for potions right about now, shall we?” Remus interrupted making a gap between his arm and torso. 

“Right, we shall” you looped your arm with his. “This test completely makes or breaks our livelihoods, I’ll be damned if I lose because of an argument with Sirius Black of all people.”

Once again Sirius scoffed at your words. “And what could you possibly mean by that? You know what, you’d go mental if I got a higher score than you.” You almost laughed in his face at his response. “I’d like to see you try.” 

Sirius smirked, causing a sigh from the small crowd of your friends. “See you on Friday night to reveal our grades to each other.” You rolled your eyes, knowing Sirius was now just trying to get under your skin. “There's a quidditch match on Friday!” James mentioned, shooting a glare at Sirius. 

“Yes, prongs, I’m aware.” He glared back. 

“Okay, she’ll see you then! Let’s go,” just as Remus began pulling you down the hall you heard James tell Sirius “If you flunk quidditch because you want to get in her pants, I swear to bloody merlin, Black.” giving both you and Remus a good laugh while you picked up the pace.

Sure enough, Friday night rolled around, and as you made your way across the hall to the rowdy group of Gryffindors Sirius turned to you with his usual Bright smile and charming eyes. “We won! Though I couldn’t hear you cheering me on in the crowd, I felt it in my heart.” He said pretending to pout while he gently patted his chest. 

“Sorry, I was too busy imagining the look on your face when you find out my potions grade beat yours to cheer at all, though I’m sure James was excellent.” You responded smiling back at the boy whilst holding up your graded paper, proving it was in fact higher than Sirius’. 

“Well, it’s not my fault you throw away your life for studying now, is it? We both know who the real winner of this competition was, I’m sure.” He winked. 

You both almost Immediately spiraled into a big bickering mess, walking down the hall together as you argued.

“They hate each other,” James said, once again watching you both with Peter and Remus.

And just as Sirius swung his arm around your shoulders, turning down another hall, Remus responded “No, they don’t, not really,”

“Were you really listening for me in the crowd?” You asked Sirius. Now out of earshot of your mates. “Always, darl’” He smiled.

“Well, guess I wasn’t loud enough then, oh well, there’s always next time.” You shrugged. Sirius laughed as he stopped walking for a moment to bring you into a quick kiss, leaning away ever so slightly to ask, “We’re going to celebrate me winning the quidditch game, yes?” You laughed, “as long we can celebrate me being smarter than you, Black”

[deathlessathanasia]

Everyone knows about Hera conceiving Hephaistos on her own after Zeus gave birth to Athena, and this is treated as the regular and most common version, but one does not get this impression when actually looking at the sources we have. In fact, outside Hesiod's Theogony, this order of events doesn't really seem to be attested much if at all, and many other accounts contradict it.

In a fragment attributed to Hesiod, the birth of Hephaistos precedes that of Athena, though both births are caused by a dispute between Zeus and Hera: Out of this strife Hera bore a glorious son by her devices, without Zeus who holds the aegis, Hephaestus, who excelled all the sons of Heaven with his skilled hands. But Zeus lay with the daughter of Ocean and Tethys, apart from Hera, deceiving Metis, shrewd though she was. But he seized her with his hands and put her down into his belly, fearing that she might bring forth something stronger than his thunderbolt … But she at once conceived Pallas Athena: and the father of men and gods gave her birth by way of his head on the banks of the river Triton.

In the Homeric Hymn to Apollon, it is implied that Hephaistos was born before Athena, while the child Hera bears in retaliation for Athena's birth is the monstrous Typhaon: Once on a time Hera bare him [Typhaon] because she was angry with father Zeus, when the Son of Cronos bare all-glorious Athena in his head. Thereupon lady Hera was angry and spoke thus among the assembled gods: 'Hear from me, all gods and goddesses, how cloud-gathering Zeus begins to dishonour me wantonly, when he has made me his true-hearted wife. See now, apart from me he has given birth to bright-eyed Athena who is foremost among all the blessed gods. But my son Hephaestus whom I bare was weakly among all the blessed gods and shrivelled of foot, a shame and disgrace to me in heaven, whom I myself took in my hands and cast out so that he fell in the great sea. … now I will contrive that a son be born me to be foremost among the undying gods …' … But when the months and days were fulfilled and the seasons duly came on as the earth moved round, she bare one neither like the gods nor mortal men, fell, cruel Typhaon, to be a plague to men.

In the Library of Pseudo-Apollodoros, the birth of Hephaistos is related before that of Athena: Hera gave birth to Hephaestus without intercourse with the other sex, but according to Homer he was one of her children by Zeus. … Zeus had intercourse with Metis, who turned into many shapes in order to avoid his embraces. When she was with child, Zeus, taking time by the forelock, swallowed her, because Earth said that, after giving birth to the maiden who was then in her womb, Metis would bear a son who should be the lord of heaven. From fear of that Zeus swallowed her. And when the time came for the birth to take place, Prometheus or, as others say, Hephaestus, smote the head of Zeus with an axe, and Athena, fully armed, leaped up from the top of his head at the river Triton.

In a scholion to Iliad 1.609, Hephaistos is conceived during Zeus and Hera's secret affair, when Kronos was still in power: In secret, they came together without their parents' knowledge and they brought forth a son, Hephaistos, both of his feet deformed, as the poet says, calling him lame. And there are several other accounts where Hephaistos is the child of them both, including, seemingly, in the Homeric epics.

In Ovid's Fasti, Ares is the fatherless child Hera produces in response to Athena's birth: Mars, too, was brought to birth my [Flora's] contrivance; … Holy Juno grieved that Jupiter had not needed her services when Minerva was born without a mother. She went to complain of her husband’s doings to Ocean; tired by the journey, she halted at my door. As soon as I set eyes on her, ‘What brings thee here,’ I said, ‘daughter of Saturn?’ She set forth her journey’s goal, adding its reason. I consoled her with friendly words. ‘My grief,’ quoth she, ‘is not to be assuaged with words. If Jupiter has become a father without the use of a wife, and unites both titles in his single person, why should I despair of becoming a mother without a husband, and of bringing forth without contact with a man, always supposing that I am chaste? I will try all the drugs in the wide world, and I will explore the seas and the depths of Tartarus.’ … ‘Thy wish,’ quoth I, ‘will be accomplished by a flower that was sent me from the fields of Olenus. It is the only flower of the kind in my garden.’ He who gave it me said, ‘Touch also with this a barren heifer; she will be a mother.’ I touched, and without delay she was a mother. Straightway I plucked with my thumb the clinging flower and touched Juno, and she conceived when it touched her bosom. And now being with child, she passed to Thrace and left the shores of the Propontis; her wish was granted, and Mars was born.

And then there is the popular tradition according to which Hephaistos was the one who assisted Zeus in delivering Athena, first attested in literature by Pindar, but earlier than that in art. Far less commonly the visual arts also attest an unusual variant where Hera reacted positively to Athena's birth (Philostratos the Elder describes such a painting), which excludes the possibility of any retaliation on her part.

[kalainthecanoe]

Little Ficlet that I may or may not be pursuing once Trophy and Wolves are done:

Post-War, back to Harry Potter Universe, but an AU for obvious reasons.

XxX

Remus doesn't know why he saved Albus's murderer.

He saw Harry and followed him, and he could smell the blood and sour rotting flesh from a venom infection from the doorway. Severus Snape was choking on his own blood and he acted before he could stop himself. Spells flew, one right after the other. Over and over again he casted even though he could see that Snape had already given up on his life. He released his memories for Harry to scramble to pick up, but Remus didn't let him go.

It's probably vindictive; he wants Snape to have to see his trial. He wants him to face what he's done and pay for it. Death is too good for him, too unfair for the man he had once trusted. He had felt personally betrayed by the news of Severus defecting to the dark side, because he had vouched for him far longer than anyone else. Everyone had given up on him, but Remus couldn't. Not until Albus died.

Keeping him alive is like a form of torture, but Remus doesn't stop to think about that. He stabilised him as much as he could before he aparated them away. He didn't think much about where he was going, just that he needed a place with a bed and a healer. Myrradin's Town would have to be good enough.

He startled the poor healer terribly when he demanded her strongest antivenin, but he refused to tell her who the patient was. Thankfully he had enough change in his pocket to pay her. The room above the bookstore used to be his, and the owner told him he was always welcome there. He couldn't take advantage of the owner's generosity for longer than a half a year, so he ended up leaving even though they urged him to stay. He was grateful that the offer still stood firm, otherwise he'd have no where to bring the half-dead Death Eater.

What was he doing? He should be back on the battlefield, helping the other order members. Instead he was playing nursemaid to someone whom anyone else would have left for dead. He should have contacted Dora and let her know, but he didn't want to risk it. If he took Snape to St. Mungo's, there was a chance they'd let him die. He wasn't about to harbour a fugitive for nothing.

He had to run out twice more for healing potions, and the healer was highly suspicious by the end of his second transaction. By the third she insisted she come with him to check on the patient. He told her it wasn't safe and she could get in a lot of trouble. He admitted it was a schoolmate of his, at least to garner some sympathy from her, before she stepped in the room and took stock of the pale, barely breathing, body of the Potion's Master.

"We need more than this." She looked shell shocked, but her training kicked in and she started to move as if on instinct.

"Please." Remus grabbed her arm as gently as he dared. "Don't tell anyone."

"I am a healer. I will not do anything to jeopardize the ill." She assured him, and then left to gather some more supplies.

Remus didn't even tell his wife where he disappeared to on most days. The war was over and no one knew he had left the battlefield. Only Harry, and he was too busy coming to terms with the fact that he'd finally killed Voldemort to really focus on anything else. It wasn't until Remus was called into an emergency meeting of the Order that his extracurricular activities came to light.

"The body of Severus Snape was never located." Kingsley admitted solemnly. "Given what we know now, it is difficult to know what to do with his trial."

Remus’s head had snapped up at the mention of the Potion Master's name. "'Given what we know now'?" He repeated cautiously.

"He gave his memories to Harry." Minerva spoke up with a brittle voice, looking hollowed out by the news. "He was loyal up until the very end. Albus knew he was dying and asked Severus to be the one to kill him. It was to trick the Death Eaters into thinking he was on their side."

Remus blinked at her rather stupidly, voice faint and echoing in his skull like it was coming from the end of a tunnel. "What are they going to do if they find him?"

"He's in grave danger." Kingsley confessed. "Both sides will probably want him dead. If he isn't already."

Remus was thankful his wife wasn't there, because he knew she was already losing trust in him. He didn't know why he was so willing to destroy his marriage for someone who probably would have never lifted a finger to help him if the tides were reversed. Was it remaining guilt from their childhood? Was it because they were the only two left alive from back then? Did he still have pathetic hopes to become friends, despite his epic failure during his time teaching at Hogwarts?

"I know it's a shock to hear." Minerva announced to the room at large. "It is… an unfortunate circumstance in a long line of problems we must now sort through. Any information you hear would be welcome."

Remus trusted a lot of these people with his life, but he only trusted Minerva McGonagall with this. He caught her after the meeting and immediately sequestered her away to a place they wouldn't be overheard. Harry hadn't attended this meeting, and Remus was concerned about him, too. He should be checking in on him; he was the last of his remaining guardian figures. He really was cocking this all up, wasn't he?

"I know where he is." He explained in a rush. "He's at-"

"-Show me." She cut him off gravely.

He nodded, mouth and throat dry as they left Grimmauld Place and he apparated her to Myrradin's Town.

"He's in a bad state." Remus warned her. "He has yet to regain consciousness."

"You've been looking after him yourself?" Minerva was in her Headmistress mode; tone firm and looking only to extract pertinent information.

"No. There's a healer here who I trust. Her name is Vervania Towry."

They ascended the stairs to the top of the library, the hum of magic and potions thick in the air. Minerva only hesitated for a moment to collect herself before she swung the door open to find Vervania hovering over Severus, who was very much awake, trying to kick and wriggle out of the restraints she'd placed him in.

"He's confused and combative." She looked at Remus with frustration in her eyes. He must have hit her hard in the cheek; it was red and bruised. "I don't know what he's trying to say. His throat still needs to heal more and he's making his wounds worse."

Minerva flew into motion, moving up to his side and grabbing hold of his face so he would look at her. "Severus! Calm yourself!"

He froze, but it was only for a moment before he wrenched his face away and glared into the wall away from all of them.

"Is he always this difficult?" Vervania asked in exasperation.

"Yes." Minerva and Remus agreed simultaneously.

"My name is Vervania Tawry." The healer introduced herself to Minerva, and then turned to Remus. "Do you trust her? Does he trust her?"

"I do." Remus nodded, and gave Severus a disapproving frown when he continued to ignore the three of them. "And he should."

"Then, I need to make you both aware of something very important and extremely delicate." She stepped back towards Severus and started to undo the buttons visible that she could get to under the magical restraints. He didn't do anything to stop her, but he turned to give her a particularly nasty glare.

She stepped back to reveal a large wound in his shoulder that was covered in gauze and taped onto him. That should have been his first clue; the wound wasn't healing. The second clue was the smell that had been hidden under the potent acrid scent of poison and infected flesh. The third, and most telling, was the fact that she carefully pulled back the bandages and showed them that the wound was a bite mark.

"The only reason why I think he survived is because of this." She told them seriously. "It must have been very shortly before his attempted murder. I fear he will turn on the next full moon, and if that happens I have no idea how his other wounds will fair…"

If Remus were holding something, it would have fallen from his frozen fingertips.

Severus Snape was a werewolf.

[snapeaddict]

Snapetober day 23 - Defeat

'I have never played before, headmaster.'

Albus gestured towards a seat, which Severus took with some hesitation. He felt uneasy under the old man's piercing gaze, and he had no fond memory of this office to say the least.

'That is no bother, I rather enjoy explaining rules’, the headmaster replied lightly. ‘Now, tell me. How was your first week?'

-

'I am not a sore loser, headmaster, but I must say I am not enjoying playing a game in which I always wind up defeated.'

Dumbledore had been the one, once again, to say checkmate after a long hour of intense thinking and plotting on both sides, and Severus, frustrated at himself, was overcome by a deep, childlike disappointment he felt unable to hide completely. The headmaster and he had been playing for a long time now, and he had been an exceptional student; but the headmaster, it was known, was an exceptional player, with not far from a century's worth of experience. This obstacle left the young Potion master with only a handful of victories to his name, all of which he attributed to distraction, unwilling or not, on the older man’s part.

He was discouraged. 

'Do you know that there is someone in this castle who is even more skilled than I am?' Albus asked cheerfully, rearranging the pieces.

'And who would that be?' Severus asked, genuinely intrigued.

He watched as the headmaster smiled and looked towards the door, as if expecting someone. Right at this moment a figure appeared at the entrance: it was none other than Minerva McGonagall. Severus immediately felt uneasy and turned back towards the headmaster, expecting him to speak. Albus acknowledged the other Gryffindor with a respectful nod, sensing as much as the two others did the tension that had suddenly filled the room. He was perfectly aware that both of them disliked one another - Minerva could not help but distrust the boy and looked at him with a perpetual air of suspicion, which chagrined the headmaster deeply; Severus, used to being looked upon in such a way, responded with a mixture of shyness and disdain inherited from his school years. Yes, deep down, he did not like her and he had all the reasons not to. To him she was the teacher who had turned her back on him, and, contrary to Albus, had given him no reason to disregard the fact, or at least put his feelings aside; to Minerva, he was a death eater, and he had not given her any reason to think otherwise, for he remained very secretive and incredibly protective of his own house. 

She put down a handful of papers on Albus' desk, only acknowledging her younger colleague with a quick glance.

'Minerva is even more gifted than I am', the headmaster said, thanking her in the process. 'Now she wins almost every time. But even her, Severus, did not beat me after only two years of practice.'

Minerva smiled slightly. 

'That's right. It took me three years.'

She was silent for a moment.

Then, for the first time, she turned towards Severus, examining the board before looking at him directly. 

'What moves has he taught you already?' 

-

'Oh, quit the disapproving glare, Minerva. I am still going to win this time.'

'Yes, but you could have done it in only three moves'.

'Let's say I am purposely making the game last longer to savour every moment of the headmaster's agony', Severus replied viciously. 

'Ah. Well, not such a bad strategy, then.'

Albus folded his arms.

'You both are so cruel.' 

-

'That is very dramatic. Tell me again why you are going out of your way to build this? Do you expect there will be a sensational unfolding of some sort, and that you will be there to see it?' 

Minerva looked up at her colleague, stepping away from the life-size chess board she had been working on the whole morning. She grinned upon hearing Severus' sarcastic tone, not only because she was glad he had finally decided to come down and help her, but because she knew exactly what to reply to him. 

'I would hope so', she replied ironically. 'Besides, do you really think you are the right person to criticize my "dramatic" aspirations, Severus? Albus showed me your poem - he read it all to me last night. 

The Potion Master blushed. 

-

Severus shook his head categorically, looking down at Albus who was standing at the bottom of the stairs. 

'I have told you no already, headmaster, and I am not known for changing my mind so easily. Now, if you will excuse me, I have 50 essays to grade, and aspirin to take before I even attempt it.'

'No potion?' Albus asked innocently. 

'Whatever the Academy says, there are muggle medicines no potion can outdo, and I really don't see why that is such an issue.'

'An opinion which we very unfortunately have to keep to ourselves’, Albus replied suggestively. 'Listen, what would you say about a challenge? A game of chess - if you win, you do not have to come.'

'Are you really expecting me to attend a Christmas party involving Gilderoy Lockhart, Albus?' Severus asked exasperatedly, taking a few more steps up.

'No, but I am quite sure you won't say no to a challenge, am I right?' 

The younger man sighed. 'Fine. I’m in. What are your terms?' 

Albus smiled angelically. 

'Mine? Oh, none. Minerva will be my champion. You shall ask her tonight. Have a nice day, dear boy!' 

Severus looked indignant. 

‘Albus, that is not what we have agreed upon! Albus-’

'See you on Christmas Eve, Severus!' Albus shouted merrily, swiftly disappearing from view. 

-

'So?' Minerva asked, almost anxiously. Severus was smiling, looking at his drink and pretending not to mind the ongoing conversation. Albus put his glasses back on.

'I am afraid it is official, Minerva: there is a tie. Same number of victories against one another this year.' Turning towards Severus, he added, 'Congratulations, my boy!’

Severus grinned and, turning to Minerva, declared quite dramatically: 'My dear friend, it seems that our next game will be of the utmost importance. The person unfortunate enough to lose will have to... Be the one dealing with Umbridge's complaints for the entire week.'

Suddenly revitalized, Minerva straightened up in her seat. She gave Severus a merciless, ominous look.

'Deal'.

-

Severus looked down at the board, frowning in concentration. He was oblivious to Albus' and Minerva’s intense stares, though they would have been quite unsettling to anyone else - they had decided to team up tonight, and that seemed to him like the ultimate challenge. The atmosphere in the office was dense, almost electric, and for all they knew nothing existed in the world right now outside of the chess board in front of them.

At last Severus made a movement towards the Bishop - but he gasped suddenly - he dropped the piece, gripping his left forearm. It was a brutal, painful wake-up call for all three of them.

'I am summoned', he said blankly, getting up in a hurry.

'Severus -'

'I will be alright, Albus. Don't worry about me'.

His voice, again, sounded bitter. Minerva looked down at the Bishop which lied still on the carpet beside her foot.

-

It had taken her weeks to gather the courage to come back in again. As she had expected it, not much had changed, and all was terribly still. Through the white light coming out the windows she could see spirals of dust suspended in the air, and behind them was the headmaster's chair, empty, heavy, half hidden in the shadow.

It was clear that Severus had not dared touch anything that had belonged to Albus. It was all there, even his collection of old magnifying glasses which they had often thought took up a ridiculous amount of space in the room. 

Minerva could feel Albus's portrait staring at her, she felt his gaze burning her back, but she did not turn, looking obstinately at the massive wooden desk in front her. On its left side was the chess board. She smiled fondly, feeling a lump form in her throat; but as she came closer, her heart sank suddenly. It sank, if it were possible, even deeper in her chest, more violently and painfully than it had done these past few weeks.

The chess game was untouched. It was exactly like they had left it more than a year ago, during the last game they had ever played together, that night when the Dark Lord had so brutally interrupted them. They had never gotten the chance to resume it. Albus had carefully put it aside, and then... And then...

Had Severus stared at it every time he had been in the room?

Silent tears escaped her eyes and she stood there motionless, squeezing in her fist the Bishop that had been placed beside the board. She tried to wipe her tears away with both her hands, but they kept coming, fierce, rebellious - and suddenly she could breathe, and she started weeping out loud, unashamed and terribly, terribly heartbroken. 

From behind her, a grief-stricken voice rose:

'I think, Minerva, that he was about to win.’

[demonbanisher]

Okay, I needed a little fun in my Monday and honestly, in my life. So when this little nugget came to me after looking at the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt for today. I decided I had to go for it. Hope it brings a little smile to anyone who needs it. It’s takes place sometime after Don’t Call Me Sir, which is a little drabble AU I did where Remus is a prince and Sirius is his security guard. Also, I’m way too proud of this title. 

Spill the Tea

“I have bigger priorities than dating right now mother,” Remus hissed, exhausted of being trapped in this same conversation with her over and over again. He was already turning on his heel to storm out of her sitting room.

“Oh really?” she said, raising an eyebrow at him and sharing a knowing smirk with her advisor. “Is that why you’re shagging your bodyguard?”

Remus froze halfway to the door, making a slow, calculated turn back to his mother. His brain stuck on the fact that his mother, the queen, had just used the word shagging in a sentence and unable to process anything else.

“This is my castle, dear. Bold of you to assume anything goes on within its walls that I don’t know about. Although, I thought I’d taught you well enough to know that dragging anyone into a storage closet is bound to start some salacious rumours.”

Remus’s ears turned pink. It wasn’t his fault really, Sirius was the one who had spent the whole meeting looking at him like that. Sure, he was the one who dragged them into the closet, but how could one be expected to make it back to his bedroom all the way on the other side of the castle.

“I would also note,” his mother added, taking a sip of her tea like this was the most normal conversation in the world, “that the secret passageways in this castle are meant for security purposes and the ease of use by staff. Not for sneaking to servants rooms for midnight trysts.”

Remus’s brain was fully and completely broken now. He knew he needed to say something to his mother, but he sure as hell didn’t want to confirm or provide any more details of his and Sirius’s off-duty encounters. So he latched onto the one thing he did know with full certainty. “I refuse to stop seeing him.”

His mother grinned wider at that. “Oh, do you now?”

“Yes,” Remus spluttered. “I understand he may not be of our rank or - or our status but he is kind, mother, and he cares for me deeply and I care for him. I won’t give up love for anything.”

“It’s love is it?”

Remus froze again. “I - I didn’t say that.”

“I think you did,” she turned to Minerva, sitting at her side. “What did you hear Minnie?”

She grinned mischievously. “I’m certain our young prince said he was in love.”

“Well then, I suppose our matchmaking efforts have been a success.” They clinked their tea cups together in a celebratory cheers.

“I am high right now?” Remus gasped.

“I should hope not darling. That would be unbefitting of the heir. I hope you have enough brains that if you’re going to do anything, you wouldn’t do it before you were scheduled to meet your mother.”

“But Sirius was hired as a security guard.”

“Yes,” Hope said. “He was and did you think it was a fluke that your personal guard had changed six times in the last few months. It was Minnie’s idea actually, she figured if we couldn’t get you to go to the suitors then we’d bring the suitors to you.”

“And Sirius?” Remus asked.

“Didn’t know. It’s up to you whether or not you want to tell. Although, I hope one day it will give the two of you a good laugh. Of course, you’ll have to decided whether or not to tell him before or after presenting him with a formal invitation to reside in the palace full-time as your partner,” she paused, pouring herself another cup of tea. “Of course, only if that’s what you want.”

“Yes,” Remus said without hesitation. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

“Good. Now, are you going to go tell him you love him or are you going to keep standing here with your jaw hanging open?”

Remus stuttered back to life, sputtering his formal regards and goodbyes before turning on his heel and sprinting out of the room.

“Well,” Hope said, smiling at Minnie. “I think that went well, don’t you?”

Minnie grinned back at her for a moment before they both broke out into peals of laughter that echoed through the halls of the castle. 

[discoveredreality]

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7. Things Worth Knowing - 165k by Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that's not even addressing the fact that Potter's got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he's forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn't it?

8. Eclipe - 287k by Mijan

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: "You're dead, Potter… I'm going to make you pay…"

Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It's the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco's world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.

9. Foundations!verse by Saras_Girl

Rating: Explicit

Part 1: Reparations - 87k words

Summary: Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

Part 2: Foundations - 236k words

Summary: When one door closes, another one opens – with a bit of a push. Life, love and complications.

10. The Sleeping Beauty Curse - 153k words

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When Draco Malfoy falls into a cursed sleep and can only be woken – at least, according to the Daily Prophet, that impeccable source of truth – by ‘true love’s kiss’, Harry Potter knows there’s no way on earth he’s the answer to this particular riddle. Is he . . .?

11. Waiting By An Open Door - 30k words by Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too. But that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, and Malfoys don't get fairy tale endings, do they?

12. Running on Air - 75k words by eleventy7

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

13. The Bucket List - 32k words by GallaPlacidia

This fic was taken off ao3 and any other sites, so here is the download link for all of GallaPlacidia's fics: Google Drive GallaPlacidia Archive Download Link

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Draco will die in six months if he can't get Harry Potter to fall in love with him. Since that's not going to happen, he might as well spend his last days working through his Bucket List. Tap-dancing lessons? Rock climbing? Poetry-writing? Threesomes? Cocaine? Getting to know his adorable cousin, Teddy Lupin? Draco will try them all!

Feat. Cheerily pessimistic Draco, devoted bitch queen Pansy Parkinson, and a Harry who can't help but notice that something seems DIFFERENT about Draco, these days.

14. Adventures of a Suicidal Gentlemen - 48k words by GallaPlacidia

This fic was taken off ao3 and any other sites, so here is the download link for all of GallaPlacidia's fics: Google Drive GallaPlacidia Archive Download Link

Rating: Mature

Summary: Draco wants to kill himself, but he's trying not to be dramatic about it. Harry wants to sleep with Draco, but he's trying not to be obvious about it. Misunderstandings! Pining! Grief! Self-loathing but in a kind of charming way?

Feat. Misty the house elf who takes shit from no one, an Astoria who has her own mysterious aims, a Draco who is determined to use humour to get through things, and a Harry doesn't know what he wants, except maybe to touch Draco's pretty face.

15. Make Me a Headline (I Want to Be That Bold) - 31k words by dicta_contrion

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Draco never expected to see Harry doing that again. Especially with someone else, in a grainy photograph that's landed on his desk one Monday morning.

16. All Life is Yours to Miss - 115k words by Saras_Girl

Rating: Mature

Summary: Professor Malfoy's world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

17. Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm - 104k words by SquadOfCats

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

18. Mental - 187k words by sara_holmes

Rating: Mature

Summary: Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.

19. survival is a talent - 503k by ShanaStoryteller - IN PROGRESS

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone.

Their best isn't perfect.

BONUS (NOT DRARRY):

20. Oh God Not Again! - 151k words by Sarah1281

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: So maybe everything didn't work out perfectly for Harry. Still, most of his friends survived, he'd gotten married, and was about to become a father. If only he'd have stayed away from the Veil, he wouldn't have had to go back and do everything AGAIN.

I really hope you all read everything on this list. If I have listed anything wrong, if there are any mistakes or problems with the links, PLEASE let me know as I am very new to Tumblr.