#matchmaking harry

[spikybanana]

Dear Mr. Lupin,

I am Harry, Sirius's godson and son of his best friend James. So... sorry on the behalf of my family for Saturday. It was unfortunate the way we walked in on you, and as for the werewolf thing, there probably could have been better ways for Sirius to find out. Sirius is still mad at my dad for blowing up, by the way, though he's quite beaten up about it himself. For the record, I don't think you're a bad person just because you were on the wrong side of the war. I mean, what do we know about your life, right? But the way you tried to hide it wasn't great. Though, sorry, I don't mean to tell you what to do.

But. Why am I writing to you? I probably should let you and my godfather get over it between yourselves, but after careful consideration of... your mutual attachment with each other, I've reached the conclusion that I don't want it to end like this. I think there's something about you two that's worth fighting for. Therefore, I've decided to help you. I'll help you win over my dad and his friends.

(Please don't ever tell my dad about this, besides for the obvious reasons. I'm usually the first to laugh about how invested he is in my godfather's love life.)

I've included in the package a list of my dad's favourite food and sports teams (don't ask me why or what to do with it. I don't know, be creative), and some of my mum's favourite books (you should start with making friends with her. I think she'll like you). Marlene's probably the toughest to crack (she lost a lot of family in the war) but if you can get her to talk to you about muggle music she'd love you in no time, and Dorcas probably already half likes you just for the werewolf thing (sorry). I'm not giving you anything for Sirius, cause you should probably work that out yourself. But obviously I'll help if you're really stuck.

So yeah. If you have any questions, let me know. Looking forward to working with you.

Best,

Harry

@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: attachment

[daddiesdrarryy]

James: Okay, you guys, there’s Reg. Watch. Just watch this

Regulus: *walking past*

James: See? Still pretending he’s not interested. Oh! He’s coming over. Just pretend like we don’t know him. We’ve forgotten who he is!

Regulus: Hey guys!

Remus: Hey Regulus!

Peter: Hello!

James: …

Sirius: Hey, Reggie. You know Prongs, my best friend? He’s nice. He’s not bad to look at, right?

James: Thanks, Pads

Regulus: Well, of course

Sirius: Do you want to go out on a date with him? You got my blessing!

James: Sirius!

Regulus: Sure. Is Sunday okay?

Sirius: Sunday’s perfect. He can’t wait

Regulus: On the date, I will be able to talk to him directly, right?

Sirius: Yeah

Regulus: All right, see you Sunday, Potter *leaves*

James: Okay. What the hell was that? You know what? Don’t answer me

James, giggling: I have a date with Reggie!

[gellertalbus]

[theserpens]

Drarry Fic Rec: Part Eleven

Find a new place to be from by @oflights 47,626 words, E

Something is wrong with Malfoy Manor, and it’s driven Draco into the Muggle world. Thankfully, Harry is now on the case. A story about houses that haunt you and homes built for two.

House Proud by @astolat 23,112 words, M

His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by @waspabi 57,582 words, E

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

You guessed it: this set features magical houses. All of these stories include very mild horror and scary old homes filled to the brink with ghosts, bloody roses or creeping shadows — but also with Draco and Harry, trying to save each other and falling in love in the meantime.

'Find a new place to be from’ is hilarous and soft and just a tiny bit spooky. 'House Proud' is gorgeous and catches that old magic feeling; something creaking on the stairway, something breathing on your neck. 'Stately Homes of Wiltshire' features grumpy ghost and a grumpier Draco. Whats not to love?

Also as a final little treat: here are some magic-house-stories, but without any spooky stuff. Just Grimmauld Place setting Harry up: Etched, Curled, Stationed by @tepre 1,769 words, T

The day Draco Malfoy turned 21 was the day that 12 Grimmauld Place had decided, with all the grand and pointed fanfare that a house could manage, that it was him that was its rightful owner.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by @firethesound 11,766 words, E

Sometimes, Harry can't help but wonder why such strange shit always happens to him.

That was it. So, Enjoy!

[dramioneasks]

Matchmaker, Matchmaker - TeTe91 - G, one-shot - Every first Saturday of each month Harry meets with Narcissa Malfoy for afternoon tea. Their routine is simple and unchanging: quick catch-up, celebration of victories, a new project. Their new project this time: a drive-less Draco Malfoy and an over-drive Hermione Granger. Their plan: a set-up at the fundraiser auction of Hermione's orphanage. While it's their plan, Teddy Lupin comes to the final rescue.

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

UDLTTOM DIALOGUE DRAFT #89

*Tom in the infirmary after a duel with Harry*

Tom: You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?

Lyra Burke (a witch with the sight): I had an inkling.

Tom: And you didn’t say anything—Why?

Lyra: Because prophecies are self-fulfilling, Tom. And because you never asked until now.

Tom: Well, now I’m asking Burke. Who is Evans? What have you seen?

Lyra: It should be obvious. He’s your match, Tom. In everything that you are, he matches you move for move, spell for spell, wand for wand—It’s romantic, isn’t it?

Tom: It is not!

Lyra: Now don’t lie—I’ve caught you staring at his arse. You want him.

Tom: I do, but carnally. It has nothing to do with romance.

Lyra: …well, I still think it’s romantic. He’s good for you. He keeps you on your toes and I’m all for it. Things were getting a bit dull around here.

Tom: This isn’t one of those trashy romance novels you read. Keep those sort of girlish notions to yourself, Burke.

[uselesssomebody]

𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣 - cedric diggory x reader

complete masterlist | harry potter masterlist

words || 𝟚𝕜

series masterlist || week to all hallows' eve

summary || in which the reader and cedric's friends like to play matchmaker

a/n || oh my god? more? but this time, it's part of a multifandom series! ➵ part of my 'week to hallows' eve' halloween countdown. check out the masterlist ^ ➵ i've never watched titanic; can you tell? ➵ i wrote this super late a night so please don't be mad if it is a little ass ➵ this was inspired by a convo with a friend but i realize that it is also veryyy similar to @creativepromptsforwriting halloween prompt (#418) & a audio on the g.w.a. subreddit so great minds think alike i.g. ➵ not yet proofread ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff

her friends had been quite adamant about the outfit that she was currently wearing. it was a period-type: long dress, hair pinned up into a half up-do. it was supposed to be the character of rose from the titanic. the red, seemingly expensive, fabric of her dress wrapped around her figure snugly, and she couldn’t help but find herself gazing just a bit too long at her own reflection in the mirror.

“move your hair out ‘f your face, hon.” she turned to look at her good friend, mavis williams, who was currently giddy at the thought of painting her friend’s face. she complied, pushing the straggling locks of hair on her face behind her ears. she tries to sit as still as possible as mavie attempted to place the light dust of blush on her cheeks and accentuated her eyes just slightly by adding a swipe of eyeliner to each. she marveled at her friend’s ability, knowing that she would have used much more time to complete the same task to the level at which her friend could.

after she was done, she stood up to smooth the wrinkles in her dress, grasping on the necklace at the vanity while mavie went on to do her own makeup - having dressed as cher from their collective favorite movie: clueless.

dottie had left about a half-hour ago to meet up with her ravenclaw friends, and martha had just left to go find her boyfriend. on the other hand, mavie and herself would meet with mavie’s hufflepuff boyfriend, and all three of them would head down to the gryffindor common room, where fred and george, with the help of angelina johnson, had organized a halloween party - advertised as transcending house boundaries, cause no one should be able to recognize anyone anyways.

she was excited to go, not seeing her own friends outside of classes that much and now finally getting a chance. she also did love the weasleys’ parties, a common sentiment shared through the school.

she watched as mavie finished up her own outfit, popping the signature stick of gum in her mouth, before - as if on cue - they both heard a knock at the door. mavie rises up, a smile she tries to suppress still beaming over her cheeks, as she opened the door and greeted her boyfriend. well, she says greeted - the girl pulled him into a jovial kiss almost immediately, having not been able to spend much time with him over the past few weeks. after the show, she joined the cute couple, and nodded at her friend’s boyfriend. he’s quick to greet her, friendly smile ever-present on his face.

“hey, connor! josh, right?” she refers to cher’s love interest in the movie, pointing at his boring-for-anyone-else outfit. truly, it didn’t work without the appearance of his girlfriend, but it didn’t really seem like the two of them would separate for much time tonight anyways.

as soon as they near the stairs, they can already hear the heavy bustling and chatter standard of a weasley party, seeing the common room flooded with people in all sorts of costumes as they ventured down. many were the standard: zombies, vampires, werewolves. there were a few fairies, elves and the like. then, there was an assortment of movie and tv characters. she glanced around for her friends, immediately finding dottie - who was in a white shirt and tight corset - with her ravenclaw friends, emulating a team of bloodthirsty pirates. martha went to greet her, with her boyfriend in tow, and she marveled at the cute outfit: baby and johnny from dirty dancing.

her friends were all talking amongst themselves, being shockingly distant to her and, for the life of her, she couldn’t tell why. deciding to ignore it, she broke away to go find the refreshments counter - a butterbeer had never sounded better. she filled a glass with the stuff - the sweet drink having been infused with something slightly more potent to really make this a party, and she absentmindedly glanced at who else was attending.

well, she says absentmindedly, but, truly, she’s looking for one person: cedric diggory. see, the girl had had an almost embarrassing crush on the boy for some time now, and the only people who knew that were her dorm-mates and close friends. half the reason she’d come to this party was because mavie had heard that he’d be here and, as pitiful as it was, she was really excited to see him.

“’lright there?” she’s broken out of her thoughts by a loud voice - voices. in the blink of an eye, she’s surrounded by hogwart’s double trouble, and fred and george both have somewhat expectant looks on their faces.

“hmm? yeah, yeah, i’m great! ‘t’s a nice party.” she nods back at them, plastering a smile to make it look like she was more tuned in to their conversation that she actually was.

“how come you sound surprised? all our parties are nice -” started fred, but george was quick to cut to the chase, knowing they had other guests to talk to (see: bother).

“we just wanted to say that you’ve got a cute outfit. pretty original of a couple this year, y’know? most of these other ones are pretty similar.” she’s nodding along, but, suddenly processing what they said, she’s a bit confused.

“couple? wait, what?” fred and george look at her for a moment, before looking at each other.

“uh, jack? like jack & rose?”

“yeah, we tend to zone out when dad puts muggle movies on but even we know that one.” then, suddenly fred smacks his brother’s shoulder.

“oh, george, she’s just messing with us,” if there was one thing the weasleys hated, it was getting beat at their own game of sarcasm, “good one, but you won’t pull fast one over good ol’ freddie that easily.” he laughs at his own comment, before him and his brother waved her off. except, the issue was that she truly had no idea what they were talking about. of course, she was well aware of the implication of jack when she was rose, but it was fairly obvious that she had come alone, right? and that jack, in fact, was not here with her?

she figured that the boys had just been messing with her, deciding to gulp down the rest of her butterbeer and make her way back to dottie. she was struggling with clipping on her corset as she spoke with a friend, so she went up behind her and helped her out.

“hey, dot.” she mumbles, and she tightens the clasp. her friend gives her a sweet smile of gratitude. suddenly, dot’s friend gasps and looks at her.

“oh my god, your guys’ costumes are so cute!” she smiles back at the friend, a little confused by her way of speaking but grateful nonetheless.

“yeah, haha, thanks. mavie really helped me out and, honestly, dot looks like she’s really gone all out for this -”

“oh, no, not dot!” the friend’s quick to clarify, “i mean the handsome jack to your beautiful rose.” she sent a playful wink to her confused face and, when she turns to look at dottie, she sees her suppressing a smile.

“dot? dot, what did you do?” she hisses to her friend, and all she does in response is shake her head.

“ask mavie and connor, it was their idea!”

“what was?” dot just shrugged. a little exasperated now, she left and set off on the quest to find mavis, infinitely more confused now than she was before.

as she weaved her way through the groups of people, she found herself looking back to apologize to someone whose toes she'd stepped on, prompting her to walk right into someone. they grasp at her biceps to steady her, a polite litany of apologies already leaving their mouth. as soon as she hears them speak, she recognizes them, hoping her ears haven’t gone too red.

“it’s - um, cedric, you’re fine. it was my fault, i wasn’t looking-” as she glances down to look at his own outfit, she stops. he does the same. for a moment, they’re both examining the other, the gears in their heads clicking into place with each second.

“connor…”

“i’m gonna kill mavie.” they both mutter the names of their traitors, before cedric looks up at her, and laughs lightly.

“god, i’m so sorry, this must be so awkward.” she immediately goes to shake her head, laughing as well.

“no! it’s not awkward. just…oh, mavie’s always been a bit extra about things like this.” she mumbles, trying to find a way to diffuse the situation. luckily, cedric’s much better at that then she is as, after taking a half-step back, he daintily grabs her hand in his and presses it lightly to his lips.

“rose.” he says it with affection, and she blinks, having to remind herself that it’s for the sake of the bit.

“jack.” she curtsies lightly in response, hoping the low light covers her blush.

“i was just about to get myself a drink, would you like one?” god, he’s such a damn gentleman, she thinks, before shaking her head.

“i’ve already had one, but i’ll go with you, if you don’t mind?” there’s the faintest hint of desperation in her voice, and she’s just hoping to god he doesn’t pick it up.

“that’d be lovely.” he holds his arm out for her, and she takes it delicately, knowing anything more would come off as too intimate. he’s really playing into the bit.

after getting himself a drink, they find seats near the edge of the room, the place slightly more reclusive and giving themselves an environment to talk.

“how’s your night been so far?” he asks conversationally. she sighs in faux exasperation.

“it’s felt pretty orchestrated, to be completely honest,” he laughs, and she does too, “y’know, mavie’s always trying to play matchmaker, but i usually figure out her ploys ahead of time.” he nods in agreeance.

“it’s the same with connor - he seems to be a bad influence on his girlfriend.” he says it in humor, with a fake accusatory tone.

“oh, i’m sure it’s the other way around.” there’s a beat of silence.

“we do make a cute couple.” he lingered on the word, before rephrasing, “a cute couple’s costume.” then, having noticed her face perk up at the first sentence and then again depress at the next, he attempts to hide a smile behind his glass, “i think we’d make a cute couple too.” she stares at him with narrow eyes for a moment.

“y’think so?” it’s a mumble, because she really, really hopes he isn’t playing games with her right now. he’s silent for a moment, before clearing his throat. his usual air of confidence had dwindled slightly, and she looked at him with big, questioning eyes.

“i’d - uh, i’d hope we make a cute couple.”

“you hope?” he laughs, before shaking his head and moving closer to her.

“i am trying to ask you out here. can ya, uh, help me out?” the last bit’s a joke, but she’s too busy processing his first sentence to notice.

“you - you want to ask me out?” she’s baffled, having assumed that all her previous affections towards him had been one-sided.

“i mean, if you’d let me. ever since connor introduced us, i thought you were just so sweet and i - uh - i guess i just didn’t have the courage before.” still in shock, she doesn’t answer for another moment, and he looks down at the ground, “i’m sorry, you can just say no, i didn’t -”

“no!” he deflated at the exclamation, ready to accept the rejection, before she shook her head, taking his hand, “no, i mean yes! i’d love to go out with you.” he looks confused, and it makes her laugh, “cedric, please. i would really enjoy going on a date with you.” he smiles, pressing another soft kiss to her hand.

“y’think we should tell them that this worked?” he said after a moment, in reference to mavie and connor. her eyes widened.

“oh, absolutely not!”

[dark-elf-writes]

Oooo what if it’s still not a thing while he’s at Hogwarts?

Harry: Can you help me get my mom’s friend to confess their feelings?

Ron: *certified Weasley translator who is sensitive to emotions* Sure.

Hermione: *just found out about Greek gods and had a freak out but is a sucker for a good romance* Yes.

Fred and George: *just here for chaos* YES.

Percy: *has a job lined up with HERA cause MC took one look and went dibs* please don’t have me loose my future job.

Neville: *happy to be there and also a closet romantic as his gran has a lot of book* What about flowers to start?

Harry being adopted at like nine and trying for two years to get Alex and and his mom together to no avail but the moment he gets to Hogwarts and puts together a fool proof plan with the help of all of his friends they get into a relationship anyway without him even there because SOMEONE decided to try to start a war with the gods.

(And honestly if Harry had known stealing from Alex was all it took to get them together he would have done it ages ago. Miss Aphrodite would have helped him he knew it.)

He convinces Percy to teach him how to make a howler so his mama and Alex both know how incredibly miffed he is but that he also told them both so and really this was all his hard work that Duke or whatever can’t be given credit for.

It finds them in the office and May laughs at their stunned and blushing faces for a solid twenty minutes.

(He still arranges the date setup he had planned because honestly it would be a waste otherwise and he and the others put in so much work for it.)

[inheartofwinter]

For @drarrymicrofic 's song prompt Guess Who's Back by Danko Jones. 390 | G.

My immediate though for this prompt was villain Drarry causing mayhem throughout the country. But I'm bad at writing actions and scaring Harry seemed fun, hence, this fic.

Guess Who's Back?

Harry fell off the chair before the door was fully opened. His elbow hit the floor painfully and the chair was digging his ribs but he could not care less. His eyes were glued on the man who had just stepped into the room.

“Ladies and gentlemen, guess who's back? Me!” shouted the man cheerfully, swinging a bag. He was sporting a smug grin. Along with his flashing gray eyes, it gave off the vibe of a villain in comics.

Draco Malfoy was back.

Leader of the Slytherin gang of bullies back at Hogwarts. Former Death Eater. Famous high fashion designer in the world. Harry’s ex. He was back.

Malfoy took a glance at Harry and smirked. “Happy that I'm back, Scarhead?”

Harry gulped. He didn’t think that he was happy. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t either. So he decided to ignore the question. “When—? How—?”

Malfoy, rude as he had always been, didn’t wait until he finished his sentence to throw himself on Harry’s table. “Spare me the niceties. Let’s get to the job.” Oh Gryffindor, from this perspective, Malfoy's legs looked like they were miles long. Harry could even see his milky skin through the opening of his trousers' legs— Harry needed to get up immediately. “What style do you want your robe to be?”

“My robe?” Harry blinked. Understanding descended upon him a minute later. He promptly turned to Luna. “You called him?!”

Luna smiled her familiar serene smile – the one Harry had started to dread. “Draco is the best designer and you need a nice robe for the upcoming ball.”

“But why—“ my ex? Why the man I accidentally drove out of the country with our disaster break up? The one person you know that I'm still dreaming of at night? Harry swallowed his thoughts back. As if he could ever say that.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. “Are you doubting my ability, Potter? For your information, you will not find anyone better than me in the Continent. In the whole world, I dare say.” Then, he smiled. “Or, are you scared?”

Harry was. But there was no way he would ever admit that to Draco Malfoy of all people.

“You wish,” said Harry, standing up.

“Then I'm looking forward to working with you.” Malfoy’s eyes glinted.

...Maybe Harry should have just admitted it.

[harmonyandco]

All of their friends knew that Harry was the person Hermione called to interrupt bad dates. He'd show up with some last minute disaster or something she'd need to sign for work, etc. So when Ron and Hermione were trying to get back together again and Harry showed up during appetizers, Ron immediately thought she summoned Harry to get her out of things. (Harry would swear that he didn't make up a work emergency to sabotage their date. He'd be lying, but you'd never be able to prove it.)

@johnburtonlee

[hp-shippy-prompts]

Prompt:

Harry is a professional matchmaker with a 100% success rate, and Tom needs a suitable spouse to aid his political aspirations.

The problem for Tom is that Harry refuses to simply pair him with the appropriate piece of eye candy, wanting to properly match his client with his perfect partner at every level - emotional, intellectual, political, physical, sexual, etc. (A perfect match not necessarily implying identical opinions and view, however.)

The problem for Harry is that Tom is unrepentantly incompatible with everyone. He fakes most of his personality with others, or treats them with such condescension and/or hostility as to drive them away. It’s only Harry he reluctantly allows himself to open himself up to (because Harry gives him no choice and drives him to real frustration responses), and Harry isn’t sure he wants Tom to meet someone else regardless. Harry’s too much of a professional to act outside of their matchmaker/client relationship though.

Luckily, Tom isn’t.

[fabulous-fic-quotes]

Look, the difference between girlfriend and girl-friend is that little space in between called the friendzone," Narcissa started. "C'mon Regulus, and pay attention as I tell you how to get out of this awful, horrifying zone that you happen to be struck in now."

The Art of Hunting Horcruxes - 888AthenaBlack888

[daddiesdrarryy]

Remus: Right hand blue

James: This Twister game is so fun!

Regulus: Not that fun. Are you sure this is right, Remus? Potter is practically on top of me

Remus: Of course it is!

Sirius, whispers: Is it?

Remus: I haven’t used the spinner in half an hour

[impishtubist]

OOTP fic where the kids figure out while cleaning out Grimmauld that Sirius and Remus used to date back when they were in school, and the month of August 1995 becomes “get Moony and Padfoot back together” month.

[hp-fanfic-archive]

The Room Knows Something I Don't know by Robottko Pairing: Harry/Cedric Rating: G Word Count: 1k Podfic available here Read by: lalaspodfics Length: 10-30 minutes The Room of Requirement had a strange sort of magic that Cedric could never really figure out. Most of the time, the magic was helpful, conjuring things that students needed. But recently, the room seemed to have it out for him.

find the full podfic library here

[dramioneasks]

My Best Friends' Best Friend Draco Malfoy - GreenInk_RedLetters - M, 19 chapters - "Look, we obviously don't get along." Malfoy rose a brow. "But Harry is my best friend and for some miraculous reason he's decided to trust you so I'm proposing a truce." Malfoy crossed his arms. "A...truce?" "Yes. No insulting my hair or my clothes OR my work habits." He looked like he wanted to interrupt her. "And I won't intentionally insult your necessity for a house elf or your slimy personality." "In the same breath you've managed to propose a truce AND insult me." He paused. "Very Slytherin of you." Hermione ignored him. "Truce? For the sake of our friends?" He smirked. "Alright." Her eyes narrowed. She hadn't expected it to be that easy. A true enemies-to-lovers Dramione story, with an added twist of the rest of Hermione's friends having already adopted Draco into their group. But when the pair form a timid truce to work together to assist in Harry's proposal to Ginny...maybe seeds of friendship (or something more) will start to bloom. Features classic Draco snark, humor, alcohol-induced decision making, and perhaps someone not hating the other *quite* as much as they'd previously alluded to.