#miss-delacour

[drabsyo]

Fleurmione Week 2023 | Day 1: Creature Feature/University

Modern AU. Hermione is a part of an ancient line of covert monster hunters, sent on an undercover mission to France to investigate and help quell the budding rumors surrounding the town's history of paranormal events. There, she will be meddling with old powers and societies that have walked the earth hidden, long before the age of man. Her investigations start at a university at the heart of the city, where most rumors have sprung up. Enrolled as an unassuming student, Hermione develops a harmless crush on a senior, the enigmatic Fleur Delacour.

What she doesn't know is that Fleur just so happens to be the granddaughter of the Veela Council's Matriarch, and reigning supreme of the High Council of Magical Creatures.

OR that university paranormal au where Fleur has a crush on the monster hunter and just sorta goes along with it.

[elisedonut]

Microfic May Day 16!

@microficmay

I like the concept that Fleur and Bill are swingers I just think it fits them well even more so after Bill gets his scars because I always hc that it had more effects then was shown and that Veela are very hyper sexual because i will live and die on making Veela more creature like because in my brain I don't see the point of having characters that are part creature if they may as well be people otherwise. So because of that i think having a third in the bedroom helps them alot overall and its also just really fun c:

WC: 249

Prompt: Squabble

Summery:

Bill and Fleur like inviting others into their bed, some of the Weasleys find that weird.

Fleur knows her relationship with her husband is seen as odd, as strange, as unnatural, even.

She’s seen the way his mother used to look at her– still looks at her even. She knows the things Ginny and Herminone still say when she’s not around, even if they no longer feel the need to say it to her face.

Pretending to like her for the sake of William.

For the sake of a harmonious existence.

For the sake of family.

Which is not to say that this is a bad thing really. Her relationship with the Weasleys is better than it had been before she got married, that is true. But that doesn't mean that she doesn't know. That she isn't aware of the things they think of her, of the words they whisper when in their own homes.

Point is– if it were left up to her. They would spend most of their holidays in France and only step foot in the burrow when absolutely necessary. They could even maybe drag Percy with them, he doesn't deserve the treatment they give him either in her opinion.

So yes she’s not stupid about their situation and she knows if they knew about this little couple's past time of theirs Molly especially would not be happy. Even so it’s all in good fun. Sometimes what you need is just someone else to join you and your love in pure bliss.

What they do is simply none of their family's business.

[hephaestiions]

in a burst of fandom nostalgia, i opened my works in progress for the first time in approximately two years and my heart is aching to be back, i want to write my seer!draco & private-dick!harry with the force of a thousand blazing suns

[allthornsnopetals]

You are a Fool E.Bridergton

Description: "I'd rather lose an eye than kiss you." Oh, how the times have changed since, Y/n last exchanged words with Eloise. Perhaps, now Eloise wished to kiss the young lady as Suitors sweep the beauty off her feet.

Warning: 18+ content

Y/n rolls her eyes at the sight of her family home, wishing to be back in Paris, sipping wine and indulging in their fruity society. But she had been summoned home after years receiving education in the city of love, and flamboyance. The season is soon to begin and she were to be wed, and soon, God help the man to court Lady Delacour, and her spicy tastes may.

She grimaced, entering the familiar abode, shouldering off her cloak, and handing it to the servant.

"Y/n, how it is good to finally see you again. I see a young Lady had blossomed, let me get a better look at you." Said Edger, Y/n's eldest brother and heir to the Delacour dynasty, his arms stretched out, waiting for them to be filled.

Y/n grinned, gliding with haste to fill her brother's arms. "It is good to finally have you home!" Another familiar voice, male, called, joining the embrace.

"Hello to you, too, Evon." She chuckles, fighting for air as another and another joins the already crowded hug.

"Hamish, you're poking me." Harwin growls, jabbing his twin brother in the rib.

Due to their fighting, the elder siblings broke a part, all but one watching with amusement. "Stop it! Or I'll knock the sense out of you both, no questions asked!" Edger scolds, pointing his finger in their faces, hunched over like he were their mother.

The boys were two years younger compared to Y/n, but they had grown into young men, taller, too. But still, they beaker, unable to control themselves, even now, seconds after she had returned home. Some things just do not change.

Y/n is the second youngest with two elder brothers and two younger ones, all without a sister for almost eleven years, until now as the season of the debutantes begins, calling for the remaining Lady to be courted. She were not the only woman, for a while, that is. Her mother had kept their family in company for most of Y/n's youth, that was until her passing: childbirth, a scary and terrifying way to die, but it took her final breaths and the opportunity for another sister.

Her passing had driven her family into the dark days, she called it. The days of morning, that drew into months and almost a year before her father had sent her away, unable to bear the face that held his late-wife. Sent away for ten years, until she were eligible for marriage. Any remaining rough edges, had been smoothed over, replaced with rounder, softer and smoother ones, instead.

She were a wild one, even before the passing of her mother. Being sent away surely did her some good, if it also didn't make her miss the french and their stunning cities. Men and women were open about their desires, and encouraged others to indulge in the simplest lust or flame, man or woman, thin or thick, white or black. France is the place of love in different fonts and shapes, Y/n took it a little too literally, with her eyes wandering over from men to women, from women to men.

White, black, she ate. Heavy or light, she ate. Men or women, she ate! French men had a talent of mouth and hands, they preferred head or a work of a gentle hand, oh and how they were talented, or obsessed with ass. The men Y/n spread her wings for, always went for head, fingers, or anal, which she finds divine. The women... Oh Y/n doesn't know where to begin, they were skilled with finding the pleasure of their sexual partner, and always aroused some unknown kink.

But now, she were home and a dinner party is to be held in her return, all close to her family is to attend, and Y/n is to get ready.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Not, too tight, is it?" Asked Daisy, your hand maiden, tightening Y/n's corset. She made a small attempt to smile.

"Is my waist, not slim enough?" She asks instead of replying to her question. Daisy simply nods, loosening the reins of the fabric.

A shaky breath of short relief slips past her lips, her eyes closing with a hand smoothing over her stomach, glad the presser had subsided. Y/n had never been one for corsets, always finding them ridiculous, like a certain someone, whom her cheeks still burn for: Eloise Bridergtion, the first person to ever reject a simple peck to the cheek.

"I'd rather lose an eye than kiss you."

She grinned at the last and final memory she shared with her, so young and sure both girls and boys had cooties. Eloise allowed no one, not even her own papa to kiss her cheek or hold her hand. She was so paranoid, she wore gloves to prevent some sort of plague, she were sure it was real.

"Emerald green or sapphire blue." Daisy said, allowing Y/n to peer inside the two containers.

She wondered for some time, biting her lip as she thought. "I have jewels that would look fabulous with the blue gown," She says, gliding her fingers over the fabric. "Sapphire blue, please."

After a few moments, she was ready. Her hair flowed freely, decorated with blue flowers as a half crown. A wide diamond necklace, rounder her neck with pearl sized sapphires clipped to her ears. Daisy worked at staining her lips a shade of cherry wine before tinting her cheeks with peach blush. Lastly her slippers slipped on her feet with a dab of floral perfume on her neck, wrists and jaw.

"Your thoughts, ma'am." Said Daisy, allowing Y/n to admire her work in the vanity mirror.

"Wonderful as always. Come for me when the party begins."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Stop fiddling, you look like a fool." Violet hissed, forcing Eloise to stand up straight and still, for the most part.

"She is nervous, mama. She hasn't seen Y/n for many years, afraid she might not recognize her." Said Daphne, sipping her sparkly liquid, sure to be alcohol.

Eloise stuck her tongue out, not even trying to hide her immature behavior. "Am not. I am perfectly well, just a bit sweaty that is." She jeered, chugging a glass of liquid courage.

Of course she were nervous, jumping on the balls of her feet with anxiety. She has not seen her dear friend, Y/n for ten years, and still she wished to have allowed her to peck her cheek, goodbye. Perhaps, then she would have had a fond memory and not one filled with tears, and anger. Eloise was more than angry to see her leave, and even depressed at not snagging herself a kiss, even if it were an innocent peck on the cheek. She would have cherished it, like her books. She thought of her everyday, staring out the window, hoping to see Y/n walk to steps to her door, but that hope was just that: hope. She thought herself foolish for some time, that was until the invention to the Delacour Mansion arrived, speaking of a welcome home ball for the only daughter, Y/n Eliza Delacour.

Eloise near fainted. She were to see her friend again! To hear her voice again! To finally fill the duo to a trio, once more: her, Pen and Y/n. The golden girls back together again.

But even with such electricity, it were hard on Eloise to not pick up her skirts and run for the hills, and dunk her head in a bucket of cold ice water. For her thoughts have always been far from platonic for Lady Y/n, a girl she wished to have shared a kiss with before her departure, regretting her poorly chosen words.

"I'd rather lose an eye than kiss you."

Eloise still remembered the hot tears streaming down her cheeks, as if it were yesterday, the guilt still so fresh. She was sure she had lost a friend.

"Well, she's right there. If you are so clear minded, go say hello to her." Daphne stepped aside, allowing Eloise to a route to Y/n.

"Righty then, I will." She huffed, sticking up her nose, and marching off.

Oh what the fuck! She thought gliding her way towards Y/n, dodging bodies and frantic house guests, all bubbling with the return of the sapphire of House Delacour.

As she drew closer, the more frightened Eloise became, terror eating at her. Completely ignore Hyacinth, thundering towards her with Gregory hot on her toes. It was far too late, she was already pooling forward, her arms outstretched, lips releasing a gasp.

But the impact to the hard cool floor did not come, she lay comfortably in a set of arms, holding her steadily, combing back runaway hair. "El?" Her stomach churned, the voice so familiar her stomach had a wakened.

Eloise's throat ran dry and tight, her eyes meeting the gaze of her old friend, her cheeks burning with an embarrassed grin, curving her lips. Y/n steered a sound of surprise and excitement, pulling her into her arms.

"It is you! Thank goodness! I almost didn't recognize you. I missed you and Pen. Talking about Pen, where is she?" Y/n mutters, her breath fanning Eloise's ear.

Eloise swallows hard.

I almost didn't recognize you.

Perhaps, she did fear that Y/n would be unable to identify her, thinking she had forgotten the way she looked. But that fear slowly faded as she sank into her arms, taking in her scent with a sharp breath: Oranges, lemons and pomegranates. Oh, how she missed her. She held onto for a moment longer, until the thought of Penelope whisked her mind.

Pulling a part, Eloise avoided Y/n's gaze. As if she knew something were wrong Y/n guided both her and Eloise to the library, where no one was allowed in, making sure to shut the door behind them.

"Ellie, what happened when I was away? Why is Pen not by your side?" Once the words were out, she felt a fool for asking such things.

"There was a falling out." Said Y/n, now knowing why the two peas were not together.

Eloise bit back a tear, nodding in clarification. Y/n sighed, taking her place in her arms, stroking her hair, pulling out built up tears that welled up inside her. No golden girls, after all.

She wept, holding her so tightly, it could break Y/n ribs.

"Tell me what happened." Y/n sat them both down at the cushioned love seat near the back, hidden from anyone who were to burst in.

Eloise sniffled, her hand held into hers, a smile gracing her lips. "You were always the nurse, always caring about us before yourself. Always patching us up with gentle hands and warm arms, never taking a moment peace for yourself." She laughs wetly, wiping her tears with the back of her gloved hand.

Y/n tsk's, swatting her hand from her face, wanting her not to ruin her make up, wiping her salty river away with her finger tips, their gaze finding one another. "Don't, you'll ruin your gloves." She pulls the fabric from Eloise's hands, placing them on the small coffee table, rolling her thumb over her open palm, an old habit, too good for her to ridden.

Eloise shook her head. "No, just tell me everything about Paris and your travels. I want to know. You must have had the best time." She forced a smile, squeezing Y/n's hands, wanting to change the subject.

"Only if you inform me of what happened." Her tone was cool, almost demanding, Eloise didn't recognize the woman in front of her. Couldn't decipher who she was, yes she looked the same—almost, if it weren't for the sudden bloom of her breasts—and even acted the same, with habits she still lingered with and nature she has long but permanently made one with herself. But she were all grown up now, mature and knowing, bold and daring with her tone, her chin held high, eyes leveled and commanding.

Her heart gave a giddy squeeze, if she were to stare at her any longer, Eloise would spill all her secrets. But not tonight, only for tonight she were to explain the happenings between her and Penelope.

She began with her interest in the unmasking of Lady Whistledown, from there everything progressively got worse and impossibly worse, that Y/n had rang for tea, biscuits and all sorts of sweets, sucked away from her own ball, too invested of what she were hearing. Eloise paused, gulping as if she were nervous for the following words.

"If I don't unmask this anonymous author, everyone in town would know... They'll know that I'm," She chokes, head buried in Y/n's lap, soothed by her elegant lull, her fingers combing through her hair. "Say, no more. Pen thinks it unwise to identify, Lady Whistledown. And she won't help it's sim-

"No! I know she is Lady Whistledown— I feel it in my bones and she will ruin me if everyone knew," She lashes out of her lap, tears streaming down her face. "Knew what?" Y/n coaxes her back into her, wiping her tears away, staring down at her.

Eloise sniffles, choking, blowing her nose in a handkerchief. "If everyone knew I were lesbian. Y/n it will ruin my family, greatly."

Silence followed, Y/n frozen, staring down with her eyes agape. Eloise swallowed harshly, fear running through her. Before she could say anything, Y/n was already moving, standing, and beginning to pace, warming herself near the fire.

"Times have really never changed, here?" Y/n gaped, panic rising in her like a forest fire. "Anyone identified as queer would be ruined, even their families... I should have never returned, I should have stayed in Paris, be free to be who I wished. Eloise, would Lady Whistledown, target anyone with queer traits."

"It's Lady Whistledown, what do you think?"

"Noooo, I need to pack and leave. Run back to Paris. Fake my death?" Y/n was beginning to sound crazy to Eloise.

Why is she panicking? Unless... "You're queer..." It sounded more like a question than a statement. Y/n stomps over to her hastily, cupping her hand over her lips, hovering over her, pressing her into the cushions.

"Must you speak so loudly. And if you must know, I'm bisexual. I have been aware of my fruity tastes for a long while, even far before my trip to Paris, only there did I explode myself, if you understand what I mean." She was so close, Eloise could smell her, her scent so intoxicating.

She slowly, slid her palm away, rolling her thumb over her lips, almost relishing in the feeling. "Tell no one." Her voice, smooth and oddly sweet, in her ears.

"Tell, no one got it." Eloise nods, cheeks burning a vibrant pink. "You're blushing. El, do I make you blush?" Y/n grins, leaning closer, her breath tickling her lips.

Her breathing rose, strangling Eloise, realizing if she to move, even in the slightest her lips would meet Y/n's.

Kiss me, god just kiss me. Release me of this burden.

With no answer, Y/n lent into her shoulder, snatching the exposed skin between her lips, bodies pressed together.

"Would, you rather lose an eye than kiss me." Said Y/n, her words passing through Eloise's skin.

Eloise sucked air into her lungs, tilting Y/n's chin, her eyes meeting hers. "I did not mean what I said then. I wanted you to kiss me, take me with you, be with you. Y/n I have hungered for you, for so long," She paused, gaze taking in every detail of the beauty in her view.

"I feared you'll never return, and I'll starve without you. You're my water and my meal, I'll go parch and go hungry without you. No, I'd rather not lose an eye than kiss you." Her words hung in the gap, so true, it made Y/n's heart dance.

Without another word, she dragged her chin, her lips meeting Y/n's. Eloise moaned, fire bubbling in her stomach, a whizzing boom going off in her ears. Fireworks, booming in the distance, sparks flying. She has been waiting for this, waiting for the right kiss, and this was it. In its gentleness something exciting happened, life.

She couldn't stop the smile, glad she had chosen to keep both her eyes and kiss the girl she has been starving for, for so long. "What are you smiling about?" Asked Y/n, breaking the kiss and grinning down at her.

"Nothing, truly." Eloise giggled, thumb grazing Y/n's lips. "Kiss me again." She orders, pulling Y/n back down, slamming her lips against hers.

Hers hands wander down her back, groping Y/n's ass, rewarding her a gasp, allowing a way past her lips.

Y/n straightens herself up, gasping for air, Eloise's hands gripping her hips. "Have you had sex with a woman before?" Eloise's eyes widened, her lips plump and red. "No... Not at all."

"Have you touched yourself." Y/n removed her gloves, tossing them aside, undoing her dress. "Yes, I have." She grinned, pulling her dress over her head.

"Do you wish to have sex?" She asked, stiffing a laugh at Eloise's reaction to her almost bare body.

She didn't say a word, but nodded frantically, working on her own dress, sitting up to allow Y/n to pull it off her. Once removed, their lips met again, a bit sloppily but Eloise wasn't really taking her time, to high on the moment.

Eloise desperately worked at Y/n's corset, wanting it off as Y/n took her time, knowing the thread of corset with her eyes closed. "Slow down, El. I'm going nowhere." She pants against her lips, noting her lids were already lust shot.

"Calm yourself." She tosses her corset before doing the same to Eloise's. Chest bare for only a minute, before Eloise latches her lips to her left nipple, sucking and licking with her right accompanied by her hand, kneading the flesh.

Rolling her eyes back, her head slowly fell back, moans spilling from her lips. Her hand lingered past her panties, fingers passing her folds, working at her pussy, fucking herself. Biting on her lip, she focuses on pleasing herself, rolling her hips in her own hand, mouth agape. Eloise detaches herself from her breasts, allowing her to fall back, watching her fuck herself, legs spread, gaze locked on hers.

"Come here."

She listens and crawls over to her, watching Y/n remove her digest from her cunt, wet and glossy. "Open," She orders, satisfied as Eloise takes her fingers into her mouth, moaning and sucking on them. "Drink me." She coos, pulling Eloise closer, pulling both their panties off, lining their cunts together before dragging her fingers out of her mouth.

"Grind your pretty little cunt on mine, it will make you feel good." She did not have to do much convincing, for it only took Eloise but a moment to adjust herself, starting to rock her hips.

"Like that?" She asks, moving slowly. "Just a bit to the le-"

She threw her head back, Eloise resting her head on her shoulder, moaning as she gripped her ass, speeding up her pace. Y/n held her close, rocking her hips against hers, rubbing their sex together, in a tangle of limbs. Humping harder and harder, Eloise was cutting it close to the edge but Y/n was just getting started, if the two were to both wish to orgasm tonight, it will be a long night indeed.

[annaloveshjp]

towel secret•♡

Harry Potter x fem!reader

Goblet of Fire

Warnings: none! just fluff <3

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this is kinda short, but I wanted to write a cute little scenario. and I’ll probably be writing more fluff :)

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“Harry, it’ll be fine, we can figure it out.” You comforted Harry, rubbing his shoulder.

“We’ve been at it for hours, Y/N. There’s nothing!” He fussed, tossing the sixth book he’d read in the past hour to the side.

“We still have,” said Hermione, checking her watch. “Three hours until we have to go back to the common room. And still, we can bring some books back with us if madam pince allows us.”

“How about I just don’t show up,” said Harry, giving up. “What are they gonna do? Send me to azkaban?”

“Probably,” Ron said, “binding magical contract, remember?”

“Thanks, Ron,” said Harry, sarcastically.

Hermione picked up another book, “this is ridiculous! I mean, who would want to grow their nose hairs into ringlets?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Fred suddenly appeared from behind a bookshelf with George at his side.

“Sounds fascinating,” said George. “Anyway, McGonagall wants you two,” he pointed at Hermione and Y/N, “in her office.”

The two girls looked at each other, “did we do something?” Hermione asked anxiously.

“Why would we know?” Said Fred, “now hurry up before she gets snappy. And good luck, Harry.”

“Thanks,” said Harry.

Y/N stood up, “we’ll see you in the common room, Harry,” she gave her best friend a side hug.

“Okay,” he said. “bye,”

Hermione and Y/N walked to McGonagall’s office, wondering why she needed them.

“Oh, there you are,” Professor McGonagall said when Y/N and Hermione entered her office.

She walked around to her desk and sat down. “Excuse me, Professor?” Hermione said, “why did you bring us here?”

“Yes, I knew you’d be wondering… well, there’s no easy way to put this, girls. You are all here for the second task.”

“All—?” Y/N started, but then looked around and saw Cho Chang, along with Gabrielle Delacour (Fleur Delacour’s sister) standing in the office as well.

“As some of you may know,” Professor McGonagall looked at Y/N and Hermione, “each champion has had a treasure taken away from them. They do not know what the treasure is, but—“

“Are- are we the treasure?!” Said Cho, shocked.

“Yes, miss Chang,” McGonagall sighed.

“But the clue—”

“Yes, miss Y/L/N.” Said Professor McGonagall, “The clue implies that the treasure would be at the bottom of the black lake. But please, do not worry, for we have ensured that no student will be in any danger.”

“You see, we will be putting a few special charms on you all. You will be unconscious, and will only awake when you have reached the surface.”

“That doesn’t make me feel much better,” Y/N mumbled to Hermione.

“Now, this won’t hurt, but prepare yourselves.” Said McGonagall. The last thing Y/N saw was the wave of her wand before everything went black.

-

“Oh, shit!”

Y/N had suddenly burst to the surface of the black lake. She looked over and saw Gabrielle struggling to swim, she helped her over to the dock and got up herself.

“Y/N!” Hermione shrieked, throwing a towel around Y/N’s shivering figure.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine- where’s Harry? What happened?” Y/N said, her teeth chattering.

“He’s not back yet,” Hermione said nervously, “I don’t know how—“

“Guys!” Ron appeared beside Hermione, “so basically, I fell asleep last night, but when I woke up, Harry told me that Dobby had given him this plant that helped him breathe underwater! And—”

“Woah woah woah, Dobby gave it to him?” Y/N asked anxiously.

“Yeah! But he’s fine, we probably would’ve known if he died down there, right—?”

“Ron!” Hermione scolded, “don’t say tha-“

Suddenly, a figure shot out from the water and almost landed on top of Y/N.

“Harry!” Y/N yelled. She took the towel around herself and wrapped it around Harry as he coughed.

“Y/N—” Harry gasped, pulling her into the tightest hug he’d ever given anyone.

Y/N hugged him equally as tight. “Are you okay? What happened down there?” She asked him over his shoulder.

“The grindylows,” he panted, pulling back to look at her, “or merpeople- I forgot. But they saw I cheated, they attacked me.”

Y/N looked at his neck and saw a bad tentacle-like burn, “oh my—“

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” he told her, bringing her back into another hug. “You scared me so bad, I thought—”

“Harry, I’m okay, don’t worry,” she reassured him. “You’d think this would make us warmer, but I don’t think we have any more body heat to share,” Y/N joked.

“Harry! Thank goodness you’re alright,” said Hermione, handing Y/N a warm towel.

Y/N sighed in content, “ooooh that’s nice, thank you.”

Harry suddenly looked around at everyone near, they all seemed to have lost interest in him. He then grabbed another towel and tossed it over his and Y/N’s heads.

“Harry, what are you doing?” She asked him. They could no longer see anyone else, only the black lake to the side.

“I didn’t want everyone watching,” he said quickly.

“Watching what—?” She tried to ask, but was cut off by Harry gently grabbing her face and smashing his lips onto hers.

She was confused for only a moment before she leaned in and kissed him back. She felt a million butterflies erupt inside her stomach, it was like a dream come true.

Y/N had liked Harry since third year: During the night of Halloween when everyone gathered in the Great Hall, she was anxious and Harry comforted her, even though he was the one in supposed danger.

The previous cold she was feeling was definitely gone now, her cheeks warmed up as she melted into the kiss.

After a minute, they pulled away for air. “Was that okay?” Harry asked, smiling nervously.

“I-“ she couldn’t find words. “it was amazing,”

He smiled wider before taking the towel off of them. “What was that about?” Asked Hermione.

“I wanted to tell Y/N something,” Harry shrugged. Y/N chuckled and stood up with Harry.

“Your attention, please!” Boomed Dumbledore. “The winner is Mr Diggory!”

Cheers and applause filled Y/N’s ears, she clapped along, supporting her friend.

“However, seeing as Mr Potter would’ve finished first had it not been for his determination to save not only Miss Y/L/N, but the others as well,”

Y/N smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder.

“We have agreed to award him second place!”

More cheers and congratulations erupted from the crowd and Harry's friends.

“Well done!” Seamus Finnegan said.

“Second place! Yes!” Ron thumped Harry on the back.

“For outstanding moral fiber!” Dumbledore finished, winking at Harry.

-

“Moral fiber, eh?” Y/N joked to Harry as they were curled up on the common room sofa that night.

“Shush it,” he muffled against her hair, tightening his grip around her.

Y/N hesitated, then said, “so uhm, about you know, that—”

“Yeah, right,” he sighed, “I’m sorry if it was too soon, I’ve just liked you for so long and I didn’t want to wait any longer. I understand if you don’t want-”

“No no, I liked it.” She said, “And I’ve liked you for a while too, I just didn’t know if you wanted to label it or anything yet, or if we should just see what happens. You know?”

He thought for a moment, “maybe for now we could just keep it on the low. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, I get it,” said Y/N.

He kissed the top of her head and sighed in content.

“Is it too soon to say I love you?” He asked.

“No,” she smiled, “I think three years is long enough. I love you,”

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[aeligsido]

[WM] Prompt 24 — Kid fic.

Rating: G.

TW: Snape being his delightful self.

Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Maeve Lupin (OC), Severus Snape, Fleur Delacour, Ginny Weasley.

Additional Tags: Maeve is Remus’ adopted daughter, she’s also a baby werewolf, Snape has beef with a seven year old and is losing, bigotry, slur I guess?, this awkward moment when you went to prison and your fiance got himself a kid and now you don’t know what your relationship is anymore, Sirius and Remus are both dads, OotP, a bit of Fleur appreciation bc i love her.

Summary: Sirius watches as Fleur and Maeve excitedly talk.

Words count: 813.

A/N: Missing Scene for a fic I haven't written yet lmao. I hope you like it! ❤️

@wolfstarmicrofic

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Sirius watches as Fleur and Maeve excitedly talk, the little girl making large hand gestures all the while. Fleur joining the Order is surprisingly not surprising, considering what happened just short of two months ago — she barely even took the time to go back to her own country before signing up. And she’s good with kids, never making Maeve feel less because of her young age, which can only endear her to Sirius.

Molly is busying herself in the kitchen once again; her children are scattered around, Ron looking more and more annoyed each time they remind him he can’t tell Harry anything. Ginny doesn’t exactly look better either. The twins are talking to each other in low tones, seemingly unaware of the world around them; Sirius knows better for seeing them react to anyone coming a bit too close to their private discussion. Bill is alternating between trying to help his mother and looking at Fleur with a look in his eyes Sirius knows well.

Remus is drinking his tea beside him, his gaze fixed on Maeve as well. She laughs, and she sounds just like Remus when they were young and invincible. She doesn’t have his hair nor his eyes, or even anything of him, yet she is so jarringly his daughter all the same.

Maeve Lupin, taking their old heart hostage since 1993 and onward. Sirius smiles into his own tea.

Snape suddenly comes in like a bat out of hell (and who should have stayed here). He sneers, his usual expression when in the presence of anything breathing. His sudden arrival stops all motion in the room — even Molly turns around with a new tension in her shoulders — except, of course, for Maeve who somehow manages to not notice him. One of her wide hand gestures ends up with her bumping into Snape, and she blinks owlishly at him as she realizes his presence.

“Oops. Sorry!”

Remus puts down his cup, watching the exchange carefully. Sirius feels ready for a fight. Snape sneers some more.

“Should learn to leash the beast,” he says, and Sirius sees red; Maeve straightens up, scowling, and wonderfully unphased.

“You’re mean and ugly and still wear the same robes than two years ago!”

Remus snorts, a low sound nobody else probably caught. Snape opens his mouth to answer; Sirius has already silenced him.

“Don’t fucking talk to my daughter like that.”

Snape glares and glares and glares some more; then, with a dramatic swish of his cape and a last sneer, he disappears into the corridor.

“Why he's so mean anyways?” Maeve huffs, still scowling, and Sirius hates seeing her like that — she’s a child, she should smile and laugh and be happy.

“Oh, he's just a jealous dick,” comments Ginny, ignoring her mother’s following reprobation to wink at them.

Maeve thinks it over. “Because I'm smart and pretty and he's not?”

“The smartest and the prettiest,” confirms Sirius, and things suddenly feel a bit lighter.

-

When they had to move into Grimmauld Place, the first room they cleaned up and decorated and otherwise made sure looked just right was Maeve’s.

Despite the clutter expected from a seven year old, the room is still clean and perfectly lived-in in a way his parents would have hated. Not enough control, probably.

Technically, Sirius has no reason to be here and kiss Maeve goodnight, but he’ll be damned if he misses it for anything. Maybe it keeps making things weird between him and Remus, because truthfully they still have no idea where they stand with each other, and Maeve calling them both her fathers is delightful and not helping at all. But he'll do it all the same.

That night, Remus grabs his hand as they exit her room and close the door behind them; there’s a look in his eyes, fond and hopeful and a little bit of something else, too, that Sirius recognizes so well.

“You called her your daughter,” he says.

Sirius thinks back to the scene in the kitchen. “I did.” He never had before; Remus is the one who adopted her, not him.

For a few seconds, Remus doesn't say anything, absentmindedly playing with Sirius’ fingers instead; he looks almost shy, as if trying to find his words and failing, and it reminds Sirius of their first year at Hogwarts when Remus was still so afraid of everything.

“I liked it,” he finally admits, and Sirius catches him blushing, and he can’t stop smiling.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius lifts his hand to Remus’ cheek; in the dim light of the corridor, he looks just the same as when he kissed him for the first time.

“Good. I don’t plan to stop.”

Remus nods, squeezing his hand before dropping it, offering him a bit of his space back; instead, Sirius bends down and kisses his cheek.

(Maybe they’ll be alright, in the end.)

[rewritingcanon]

Louis headcanons… 🤲

YASSS OKAYYYYY 😻

looks mostly like his dad with his mums colour palate. also a little more snatched like his mum and not as built as his dad. but you can TELL he’s bill’s son if you were to see them side by side

french fuckboy

grew his hair out and had a ponytail era. when he let it loose people genuinely confused him to be a girl (yes he gets hit on by LOTS of confused men and lesbians 😭)

gryffindor with dominique. only a year older than james sirius potter.

closer to dominique than to victoire but respects victoire more funnily enough. kind of like victoire is a second mum. has no problem roasting the shit out of dominique but will check himself with victoire

has begged victoire to give in and date teddy because he desperately wants a cool brother (was happier than teddy and victoire combined when they did get tgt)

is the vain delacour that molly weasley feared fleur was, except he’s masculine as hell and flexes in every mirror he sees (he still looks like a girl)

VERY pretty and could win miss universe or best waifu

he was the femboy reckoning at hogwarts but against his will. he wants women but he keeps pulling men. like that inosuke guy.

best subject was charms and DADA, courtesy of his dad being very talented and his mum being the same except also add her being a drill sergeant

nepo babied his way into interning at gringotts but got on the goblins nerves sm they fired him anyway (louis still pretended to go in because he was so scared about what his parents + victoire would say)

made a secret tiktok account for posting his thirst traps until dominique and victoire found it and he was so embarrassed he deleted it

favourite cousin is roxanne despite their age gap just because shes always so hilarious and always down to do whatever and just never takes anything seriously (also she was the cutest baby in louis’ opinion). its less a friendship and more like a one sided smittenness on louis’ side— he has a whole folder on his camera roll dedicated to her being generally goofy

people use his face for clout and to catfish people all the time. every time his girl friends need to loyalty test their man they just snap a photo of his face

that being said, he IS the man you need to loyalty test. mf has fifteen girls on the back burner that still think they have a chance with him

that also being said, hes waiting for marriage 🙏 (he wants his first time to be special guyz)

that ALSO being said, absolutely no one thinks he’s going to last that long

likes bantering with his mum a lot and getting on her nerves. she’ll start swearing at him in french when rapidly lecturing him in english doesn’t work and he finds that to be the funniest shit ever

bill weasley is such a Daughter Dad so he’ll baby tf out of victoire and dominique and then get louis to do all the household chores 💀

but louis is also the biggest diva in the family by far so bill and fleur drop more money on him than victoire and dominique combined. and then they complain about how spoilt their son is and the girls are just like “🙄 stop buying him shit then 😒”

meh at quidditch but decides he hates it because he’s not the best at it (it’s an ego thing)

really likes his maternal cousins and only allows aunt gabrielle to plait his hair

godfather is uncle percy 😭 every time its his bday louis forces percy to go shopping so he can drop some big bucks on him (whatever karma percy accumulated in his youth has taken the form of his godson now).

lucy is a year older than him and they keep feuding over her dad. think blue haired liberal versus white blond conventionally attractive man. thats the relationship, and its hilarious especially during joint family dinners.

used to be very scared of the dark and couldnt sleep by himself and so victoire was always forced to let louis sleep with her when they were younger

also always goes to victoire for hair care help and his mum for skincare and fashion help

despite being seemingly easygoing and carefree, he can hold VERY mean grudges and will never apologise for something if he doesn’t think he’s in the wrong.

also will fist fight someone over a yo mama joke (yes he’s sensitive about his mum, don’t insult her to his face)

everyone knows louis for the menace he is except grandma molly who treats him like hes the sun that the earth circles around (yes grandma molly likes bill’s kids the most, what of it?)

louis is surprisingly very sweet to old people. he does his due diligence and visits them the most, brings new presents to arthur and helps molly with chores and lets them fuss over him.

okayyyy i think ive yapped enough

[ellorypurebloodculture]

May I offer some quotes for title tales? All from Swinburne:

"Pale beds of blowing rushes/Where no leaf blooms or blushes"

"That even the weariest river/Winds somewhere safe to sea."

"And well though love reposes,/In the end it is not well."

Hi Anon! These are lovely. In the future, please submit each separately. ❤️

1. Charlus Potter/Orion Black

When Heir Orion Black bonds into the Honorable and Most Ancient House of Potter, he sees his lord-husband's estate for the first time. He understands, now, why no one outside the bloodline is allowed past the wards. The Blood Moors are moors of literal magical blood, every drop ever shed in a ritual, guarded by the Potter bloodline against those who would use it for ill, as they anchor the wards of Avalon.

2. Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger

One weekend a month, Miss Hermione Granger stays with Mister Bill Weasley and Missus Fleur Weasley at Shell Cottage. That refuge might eventually become her home.

3. Justin Finch-Fletchley/Female Draco Malfoy.

Mister Justin Finch-Fletchley has seen what happens to relationships that are neglected over time. He will never decrease his loving attention toward his fiancée, Heiress Dara Malfoy.

[charliedawn]

The Squib Witch.

Author’s notes: A Harry Potter fanfiction. With an OC who is an ADULT and modifications of my own. It does NOT follow the original story. The original story belongs to J.K. Rowling. It deals with war trauma and the aftermath of the Wizarding Wars. Thank you. 😄👍

2 years after the battle of Hogwarts:

After the final battle, many students had left Hogwarts and went their separate way. Harry Potter went to pursue his dreams of becoming an Auror and decided to travel the world to learn more about magic, Ron Weasley went to work with George at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes before joining Harry in his travels, Hermione Granger became a member of the Ministry of Magic, even Neville was working on becoming an Herbology teacher...All of them had found their way. Everyone sought to forget about the war and Voldemort. Everyone moved on. Even the teachers and members of staff started a new chapter to help the following generations to learn from past mistakes…

But this is not their story, this is the story of Alethea (Al) Pacino. The Squib Witch.

One night as Al was walking down the dimly lit corridor of Hogwarts, she looked at the holes that remained in the edifice of the time of the battle—the remains of a terrible chapter in her life—and which had remained there as memorial for the fallen. Even two years after the war had finished, she still had goosebumps about that dreadful day. Memories flooded back to her. Memories she had tried to forget, but all she could hear at night were screams and cries as people died all around her. She had been a nurse and a helper during the war—searching for the wounded with healing potions. But even healing potions hadn’t been able to save everyone. Fred Weasley, Fleur Delacour, Tonks, Dumbledore…and many others.

She sighed and closed her eyes.

She had been incapable of helping them.

As she kept walking around, she failed to hear footsteps approaching her from behind—not until a familiar cold voice pierced the silence and brought her out of her moment of reflection and remembrance.

"You there," she heard and turned around to face none other than Professor Snape himself—his piercing gaze fixed on her. "Don’t you know that this area is forbidden ? What are you doing here ?"

She tried to think of an excuse—but found none. Severus smirked mockingly at her lack of an answer and decided to prolong the torture by adding sentence.

"Very well. Follow me. It seems you'll be serving detention with me tonight," he said, his voice laced with contempt.

Unable to disobey, she followed him.

As she followed Professor Snape down the castle corridors, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of anxiety and curiosity about her impending detention. His footsteps were measured, each step echoing in her ears like a ticking clock counting down to her fate.

Finally, they reached the Potion Master's office, the door creaking open as he gestured for her to enter.

The room was small and dark with a flickering fire that cast shifting shadows across the stone walls. Stacked along the walls were shelves teeming with countless jars of rare and exotic ingredients, organized in a meticulous fashion. She looked around and smiled. It was a familiar sight—one she would probably never see again after the end of this year…

Professor Snape crossed to his desk, gesturing for her to sit in the chair opposite him. "Sit," he ordered, his gaze unwavering.

She sat.

Professor Snape leant back in his chair, steepling his fingers as his dark eyes stared unwaveringly at her. He appraised her for a moment, the silence in the room making Al nervous. What did he want ? Finally, he spoke up.

"You're in my 5th-year N.E.W.T Potion class, correct ?"

Al bit back a laugh. He didn’t remember her. That was clear enough…

"No. I am in 7th-year, sir."

Severus’ expression hardened further, his gaze sharpening with irritation. "Don’t be insolent, Miss—" He paused, studying her more closely for a moment. "What’s your name, girl ?"

"Al Pacino."

Severus rolled his eyes—clearly unamused. "Very funny. Now, what is your real name ?"

She knew it was not the time to play games, so she decided to answer correctly—as not to earn herself more time within the old git’s presence.

"Alethea Pacino."

"Alethea." He repeated, the name rolling off his tongue like a muttered curse. Where had he heard that name before ? Certainly before the war. She was one of the people who had been charged of the wounded during the battle. But, there was something else. He remembered the other teachers talking about her at some point. She had started school late and from what he had heard, she was a…delicate situation. 

He personally never really had any problems with her in his classes—even though he had noticed that she never seemed to be the one to actually make any of the potions—preferring to rely on her partners for the manipulation and manual tasks. He had first thought it to be idleness or boredom, but her papers on the subject had always been more than acceptable on an academic level—so he had let her be.

Now that he thought about it, he didn’t remember ever giving her detention.

"You do understand the concept of a detention, yes ?" He asked and she nodded in response.

"Yes, sir."

"Good," he replied, his tone clipped. "Then you should understand that your job tonight is to sit there quietly whilst I correct these dreadful third-year essays." He gestured to the stack of parchments on the corner of his desk with a grimace of contempt. She looked at the pile of papers waiting to be corrected and nodded before returning her attention on him.

"Yes, sir."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, he then pulled the stack of parchments towards him and began to sort through them. A heavy silence fell in the room, broken only by the scratching of his quill across the pages and the occasional flicker of the fire.

Time ticked by excruciatingly slowly. Al shifted in her seat, trying to find some small measure of comfort in the hard wooden chair while taking her homework out to finish it—maybe earn herself some time to go shopping at the end of the week.

But then, her eyes looked back up at Severus Snape and a question appeared in her mind. Did he remember her ? Did he know who she was and what role she had played during the battle ?

"…Do you remember me, sir ?" She finally asked and Severus paused in his work, his quill hovering over the parchment. He regarded her with a cool, calculating gaze, studying her for a long moment.

"Should I ?" he replied sardonically.

She smiled weakly in response.

"No…I suppose not. It is not important anyway."

He looked her up and down and his eyes narrowed.

"…I do remember your brief appearances two years ago during the battle, but I thought you were in the same year as Potter ? How come you haven’t graduated yet ?"

Al shrugged.

"I had to retake. I didn’t get my OWLs…"

Severus' eyes widened slightly, his expression betraying his surprise. That wasn’t the answer he had expected. He set down his quill and leaned back in his chair, appraising her once more with a new level of interest.

"How come ?" he asked. "You were rather adequate in my subject."

She looked up at him—hesitating as to whether she should answer or not. She looked back down at her homework.

"…Let us just say that potions is not the subject where I have the most trouble—considering that you do not need real magical abilities to pass."

Severus found himself confused at her cryptic words, until his eyes slightly widened at the possible explanation. He had never actually seen her use magic—not once. He had never seen her with a wand, or a familiar, or anything that would make her a witch. She was a…

"…You are a squib." He concluded.

That name made Al uneasy.

"I am not a squib." She immediately responded defensively, but her eyes betrayed the shame and embarrassment she felt. "I just…my magic has just not come out yet…"

Severus' lips pressed into a thin line, his surprise mingling with a hint of confusion.

"Oh really ? And how long have you been a student, Miss Pacino ?"

She sighed.

"…12 years, sir."

Severus’ eyes widened and he shook his head in disbelief.

"12 ? And you're still a student here ? All those years and yet, you're still here—trying to pass your OWLs ?" He shook his head, a hint of condescension in his voice.

"Yup." She replied—her fingers holding her wrist and the nails digging into her flesh at the obvious judgement and disbelief in his voice. Professor Snape's expression hardened as he regarded her with nothing short of pure disdain. "So, after 12 years, you still can’t even cast a halfway decent spell ?"

Her nails dug deeper.

"Indeed."

A flicker of disbelief added to his already condescending and disdainful look as he scoffed. "Even some first years can manage that little...Are you even trying ?"

She looked away.

"…I am. But it is hard."

Severus leant forward, his voice low and sickly sweet as he tried to hide his utter disbelief at this phenomenon, "Let me ask you something, Miss Pacino: have you ever thought that perhaps…magic just isn’t for you ?"

She chuckled bitterly.

"Many times."

Severus' expression softened slightly at her honesty. At least she wasn’t completely blind or stupid. That was something. He leant back in his chair, studying her intently for a long moment.

"And yet, you persist," he said quietly. "Why ?"

Al started thinking about it. After so many failures and disappointments…why was she still there ? Waiting ? Lingering behind like a ghost after everyone else was gone ? The answer didn’t take long to appear.

"…Because I love magic." She answered truthfully.

Severus’ eye’s widened in disbelief. Right…She was either incredibly persistent—or completely out of her mind.

"You love it, even though it refuses to love you back ?" He scoffed.

"Yes." Al replied assuredly and Severus regarded her silently for a moment, his expression inscrutable. He could see the genuine love and admiration in her eyes, even as they reflected years of struggle and disappointment.

"You're a fool," he muttered, but the words lacked the usual sting in his voice. He understood the appeal of magic and its many advantages. But, staying behind in the hopes that time would somehow give her magic and power ? That was simply foolish and downright stupid.

"Maybe." She conceded with a small smile. "But seeing the other students succeed makes me smile. I learn by observing them."

Severus' eyes narrowed as he looked at her, a hint of curiosity glimmering within them. The idea of you being content simply by observing the success of other students was foreign to him. Seeing students succeed had never brought him anything but annoyance or jealousy—even at the time when he was himself a student.

"You gain satisfaction from their progress, even if yours is lacking ?" He repeated her words in disbelief and Al chuckled.

"Indeed. Don’t you ? Seeing your students succeed must bring you a lot of pride, does it not ?"

Severus' response was a dry, derisive laugh. "My students are—more often than not—irresponsible bumbling oafs. Any success they manage is often purely accidental…"

"…That is a rather strange and negative thing to say for a teacher." She countered.

Severus huffed mockingly, his dark eyes fixed on her with a sharp gaze. "Is it ? Or is it simply a realistic view of the situation ? Many of my students lack the discipline, focus, and drive necessary to truly excel. They stumble along, barely able to grasp the most basic concepts. Do I celebrate their successes ? Hardly. They are usually the result of luck more than genuine skill."

"…I see." Al hummed understandingly.

"And the rest of the professors..." Professor Snape continued, an edge of irritation crept into his voice. "…they coddle the students, making them believe that the smallest achievement deserves praise. They do not prepare them properly for the harsh realities they will face beyond the walls of this castle—making them pass the moment they show the slightest bit of understanding and talent."

Al let out a bittersweet laugh.

"…Except me."

Severus' eyes narrowed.

"Indeed. Except you. No, you..." he paused, the words stalling on his tongue before he continued. "You—it seems—are determined to flounder in perpetual failure."

"…Yes. It seems." She confirmed—knowing the truth that the professor’s words held beyond their bitter wording. Professor Snape regarded her silently for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He was unused to such acceptance of one’s plight, her willingness to face failure without even the slightest protest was unnerving.

"You do not even have the decency to protest your circumstances. Do you not resent your own mediocrity ? Does it not gnaw at you from within, to know you are not and will surely never be good enough ?" He insisted—wishing to see the student crumble—as many had before her—under the unfair weight of his own words…but she didn’t give him such satisfaction.

"I resent it plenty." She replied and her eyes met his. Severus could see the despair in her gaze—hidden behind her fake nonchalance at his words and her situation. The faintest smile of satisfaction tugged at the corners of Severus' lips upon hearing her admission.

"Then why do you continue this game of foolishness ? Knowing your failure is inevitable — you've been fighting it for more than 10 years and lost every single time."

She looked at the papers in front of her—her detention work—and smiled.

"You know what I have learnt in all those years of failure ?"

Professor Snape raised an eyebrow, skepticism written all over his face. "By all means, do tell. What has your continuous failure taught you, Miss Pacino ?"

Al took a moment to think about all that had happened during her years of studying and struggling and fighting…

"…I have read, learnt and memorised all the lessons young witches and wizards have had to learn and practice. But also all the things they weren’t taught and the secrets of Hogwarts…" She looked up at him. "…I have learnt about all the spells, potion ingredients, magical animals and objects that are used or well-known in the magical world. And yet, my only flaw is that I never had the capacity or ability to put them to use. But that doesn’t mean I was idle. I contributed to the war effort, I helped as many students and teachers as I could during the fight…"

She paused before concluding:

"So, what I have learnt, professor…Is that I did not need magic to help and be a hero."

Severus listened to her words, his expression guarded. A strange mixture of annoyance, curiosity, and a hint of begrudging respect passed across his face. But, he quickly turned away and back to his paperwork…

"A hero, without the ability to wield a wand," he repeated, a note of skepticism in his voice. He paused, his dark eyes studying her once more with an intensity that bordered on intrigue. "And you believe that is enough, Miss Pacino ?"

She smiled and shrugged.

"Magic is unpredictable. Maybe one day will my wand finally serve me and I may put my knowledge to good use ? Maybe won’t I ever have such a chance ? But…I am a student of Hogwarts. Hogwarts invited me. And I would be a fool to leave when it hasn’t rejected me yet…"

Severus' eyes widened ever so slightly, a flicker of understanding passing over his features. He sat back in his chair, his expression contemplative.

"Perseverance," he muttered more to himself than to her. He then looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and reluctant admiration. "12 years of trial, and yet your faith in this school has remained unwavering."

She smiled and let her chin rest in her palm as she watched him. There was surprise there. She understood that look. Many had given her that same look over the years—some even with contempt, disbelief or mockery…But, she could see that the professor was now more surprised than anything.

"I have seen so many students come and go…I have seen them learn, fight and grow. Even Harry Potter. I wonder what Hogwarts has in store for me ?" She asked herself and kept a smile on her face.

Severus leant back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest—a calculating gaze on his face. 12 years at Hogwarts…And for what ?

"Hogwarts," he echoed, his voice quiet and contemplative, "has already given you 12 years' worth of chances. What makes you believe there will be any further in store for you ?"

She chuckled and shrugged.

"…I am still here."

Severus chuckled, a dry, cynical sound. "You remain here—yes. But for what ? To observe ? To merely exist within these ancient walls, without the ability to truly participate in the magic of this school ?"

She tilted her head.

"Perhaps. Or my time simply hasn’t come yet ?"

Severus' eyes narrowed as he considered her words. The cynicism that laced his voice softened fractionally, but his eyebrows furrowed significantly as he kept pondering on her words.

"Perhaps. Or perhaps you are clinging to an infantile dream, one that has no hope of realization..."

Al laughed.

"Maybe…Who can tell ?"

Severus' expression darkened at her insufferable laugh, his voice lowering to a brooding tone. "I assure you, Miss Pacino, that 12 years without a single demonstration of spellcasting or magic ability is a pretty reliable indication."

She grinned.

"…Perhaps. But, I choose to believe otherwise. And besides, how could I ever survive without your constant support and pleasant company ?"

A muscle in Severus' jaw twitched, his eyes hardening in irritation. The corners of his lips barely curled, hinting at a sneer.

"Pray—do tell—Miss Pacino, what support and company of mine have you ever witnessed ? I've done nothing but show my distaste for your continued failures and wasted time."

She chuckled.

"Well, I do find myself in detention with your charming self right this instant. I wonder…do you ever sleep at night, professor ? Or do you just feel lonely and in need of company to have so many students sharing your late hours ?"

Severus glowered at her, his expression darkening further. "I do sleep, Miss Pacino. Unfortunately, I am cursed to wake up to be the witness of yet another student’s mistakes and carelessness. You—for example—are a nuisance who seems determined to test my patience time and again. I have no need for company, Miss Pacino. And I certainly do not need the company of someone without a hint of magical ability."

Her eyes downcast slightly at his harsh words.

"That was rather disappointing and unnecessarily hurtful…" She commented.

Severus grumbled, his irritation palpable. "Believe what you will, but never mistake my presence as some form of encouragement or support. Every minute I spend in your company is another minute wasted—listening to excuses and empty hopes."

She looked at him and smiled knowingly.

"And yet, you still listen."

A vein throbbed in Severus' temple as he gritted his teeth. The truth in her words only adding to his growing frustration.

"I listen begrudgingly," he retorted, "and only because I am obliged to. Do not flatter yourself into thinking I find your presence in any way enjoyable."

She hummed again before remembering why she was enjoying such charming company in the first place…

"I understand. Well, what would you have me do for the rest of this wonderful hour of detention then, professor ? Polish the cauldrons ? Clean the vials ? Classify the potions from A to Z ?"

Severus regarded her with disdain—a slight sneer on his lips as he answered. "I don't think I'd trust you with any of those tasks, given your lack of competency in magic. Let's keep it simple, shall we ? You can assist me with organizing these essay papers. Sort them by house and year. A task that you can handle...I hope."

She chuckled and started classifying the papers of the 1st graders. She looked at some and smiled.

"Some are studious and it shows."

Severus observed her closely as she began to sort through the papers. While her comment about the studious 3rd-years was true enough, he couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation.

"Studious, yes," he muttered under his breath, "and yet, many will likely falter when it comes to applying their knowledge. A true test of their worth will come in their practical exams."

She nodded.

"Certainly. Your subject is best practiced hands on after all…" She started classifying the papers by name. She looked at all the answers and smiled at the ingenuity of some of them while she chuckled at others.

"This one answered that the principal ingredient for a love potion is love. I do like that answer quite a lot."

Severus' mouth twitched in a half-snarl at the student's ridiculous answer. "Love," he repeated in a voice full of contempt. "I assure you, Miss Pacino, that the only thing necessary for a Love Potion is Amortentia, a potion with a set of specific ingredients is no joke or trifle thing. And there is no place for such foolish answers in one who wishes to master the craft of potion-making…"

He walked over to her, peering down at the papers over her shoulder. A sardonic smile tugged at his lips as he spotted one particularly idiotic answer. "Merlin's beard…These answers are dire..."

She looked up and plastered a hand over her mouth in order not to laugh.

"I do admire their creative thinking though. A+ for creativity."

Severus rolled his eyes, a hint of a sneer on his face. "Creative thinking, perhaps. But completely incorrect nonetheless. These students clearly haven’t grasped the crucial importance of proper brewing techniques and correct ingredient combinations. It's enough to make one doubt the whole institution of Hogwarts and the competence of its educators."

"Well…They are just 3rd-graders." She countered. "They will learn."

"Learn, yes," he hissed, "if the staff is competent enough to lead them. Which, I must say, is often in question—given the lackluster performance of most students."

He paused, his eyes narrowing as he regarded Al with a mixture of irritation and curiosity. "You seem rather invested in them," he observed, his voice low and guarded.

She smiled.

"It is truly fascinating. The minds of young wizards and witches. Truly inspiring. They have thoughts and questions and ideas that would make us see the world in a whole different way."

Severus huffed out a scoff. "Fascinating, you say ? More like foolish and naïve. Their minds are often clouded with fantasies and misconceptions. They lack the experience and knowledge to truly see the world for what it is. They have yet to learn the harsh realities of life."

Her smile faltered slightly and she mused—memories of the war coming back to her.

"I hope they will remain good and innocent."

Severus chuckled humorlessly, the sound rough and bitter. "Innocent, you say. As if that's not a burden in itself. Life isn’t a storybook, Miss Pacino. The world is a dark, complicated place. Naive innocence is a weakness, not a strength."

She looked back at him and nodded.

"You are right. Well then, may they never know war then."

Severus' eyes darkened, his gaze falling to the floor. "War..." he sneered. "It is a part of life, Miss Pacino. Inevitable—like death. Sooner or later, all of us encounter it in some form or another."

She didn’t reply this time.

Severus observed her silence, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "No more idealistic hopes and dreams, Miss Pacino ?" he taunted. "Does the reality of war not fit into your perfect vision of the world ?"

She ignored his words and started thinking about 3rd-graders fighting in the same war she—and her generation—had had to fight in…It sent a shiver down her spine.

"…May they always be victorious then." She whispered before returning to classifying the papers silently.

Professor Snape's eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of surprise creeping into his expression. "Victorious...A rather optimistic wish," he murmured.

He watched her silently for a few moments, his eyes fixed on her face. There was a peculiar mixture of derision and curiosity in his gaze.

She glanced up at him to add:

"If war cannot be stopped and misery averted, then I will hope for their survival."

Severus huffed, an air of cynicism in his voice. "Hope won't change anything, Miss Pacino. War is a brutal and savage struggle. It doesn't care for your hopes or wishes. It's cold, cruel, and unforgiving."

For the first time, Al seemed upset.

"…Do not mock or think me foolish for my hopes and wishes, Professor Snape. I have seen too many of my friends perish, and if you had any ? Then you would be hoping too."

Severus’ expression darkened at her words, his lips tightening in discontent. "Believe me, Miss Pacino, I am all too aware of the harsh realities of war. I have lost more than I care to remember. But hope will not bring them back from the dead."

They stared at each other—tension rising between them. Severus continued to glare at her for a few moments, his eyes filled with a cold, distant anger. Then abruptly, he averted his gaze, his features hardening.

"Continue with the papers," he finally said—making her understand that the conversation was over. "And let's avoid further discussion on this matter."

She nodded.

"Agreed."

The next hour was spent in silence, except for the scratching of the quill on paper and the soft sound of shuffling papers. Every so often, Severus would cast a glance in her direction, his mind replaying their earlier exchange of words. It seemed to have left quite an impression on his thoughts.

Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke up. "It's nearing curfew. You may go."

She didn’t say a word before standing up and walking towards the exit. However, she stopped at the door to look back at him and hesitated before telling him:

"…Good night, Professor Snape."

Severus was still sitting behind his desk, watching her with a stoic expression. He nodded curtly in response.

"Good night, Miss Pacino," he replied, his voice devoid of any emotion and his expression not different from all the times he had had a student in detention. And yet, he knew this time had been…different. "And do me a favor. Try not to find yourself in another detention anytime soon."

She nodded shortly and left.

Once the door closed behind her, Severus sighed, his expression contemplative. He couldn’t help but feel a stirring of reluctant respect for her, despite his every attempt to bring her down with his words—she had held her stand.

His eyes flicked back to the papers on his desk, but his mind was now preoccupied with thoughts of her and her words. He couldn't quite put a finger on why her continued dedication and infuriating optimism despite her lack of magical ability had rattled him so. With a frustrated sigh, he set the papers aside and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He needed a drink.

Pushing himself out of his chair, Severus made his way to a small, hidden cabinet at the back of his office. He reached inside and pulled out a bottle of firewhisky and a glass.

He poured himself a generous measure and took a large swig, the fiery liquid doing little to soothe his agitated state. He leant back against the front of his desk, staring into the amber liquid in his glass, his mind still fixated on her words.

And if you had any ? You would be hoping too…

Memories of Lily flashed within his mind and seemed to wrap themselves around his heart and squeeze…He hadn’t thought of her in quite some time. And all it took was one pesky Gryffindor student to open her big mouth for him to remember…

He scoffed.

What was he doing ? Pondering on the words of that Miss Pacino girl ? After all, she was just a student, a constant nuisance with her poor performances and relentless optimism. She had no magic, and yet she still insisted on continuing her education at Hogwarts. It was foolish, and he should have been annoyed or even infuriated by her stubbornness. But instead, he found himself strangely intrigued and curious by this relentless pursuit of magic.

He finished his drink and poured himself another. As he sipped slowly, he began to question himself. Why had her words awoken such feelings within himself ? Why did her lack of magic not fill him with disdain or irritation like it should have ? Severus shook his head, trying to shake off the thoughts. He was being ridiculous. She was just another ignorant and foolish student.

There was nothing more to it.

But despite his attempts to dismiss his thoughts, they still lingered in the back of his mind. He found himself recalling her every interaction with him, her every word during that hour of detention. There was something about her that he couldn’t quite put a finger on, but it gnawed at him, making him uncomfortable.

With a long sigh, he downed the rest of his drink. He wasn’t going to find any answers tonight. He should just retire to his chambers and leave her out of his mind for now.

He went to sleep.

[dufferpuffer]

Order member ages

Just wanted to post this as its own thing for future reference. People often say Dumbledore recruits directly from Hogwarts, but it never seemed to line up with how old most of the members were...? So - I looked up who all the known members are! :)

First War:

Order was founded 1970 at the earliest - dissolved 1981. Earliest birthday possible: 1953, graduating 1970

S. Black, class of 78. R. Lupin, class of 78. P. Pettigrew, class of 78. J.+ L. Potter, class of 78. S. Snape, class of 78 E. Bones - Murdered w. wife + kids. Brother of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones. M. Fletcher - already well integrated in Wizarding crime world. A.+ F. Longbottom - They would have been OLDER than the Potters as they were 'Prominent Aurors' and Auror training takes years to complete. A. Moody - Legendary Auror. Retired after this war. S. Podmore - Born 1956/1957, apparently…? G.+ F. Prewitt - Molly Weasley's brothers. E. Doge - Albus' schoolmate. Ab. Dumbledore - His brother. A. Figg - old Squib. R. Hagrid - He was 51 when Harry was born Unknown age estimate: C. Dearborn - Missing. D. Diggle. B. Fenwick - 'bits of him' were discovered. D. Meadowes - Personally killed by Voldemort, might mean he is a skilled adult. M. McKinnon - Killed 'with her whole family' E. Vance - 'stately looking with a green shawl' in the the 90s.

Note with the Longbottoms: They were 'Prominent Aurors' - which means they worked for the Ministry for some time. If they were born 1953, and thus graduated 1970 - they would only be 27 when Neville was born... giving them a little time to have built their careers while still being a younger couple. But was the Order formed right at the crack of the war...?

Second War:

F. Delacour - 95/96 at Gringotts, joined the order through Bill. H. Jones - Unknown age. Never mentioned to be at Hogwarts while Harry is there. N. Tonks - Adult, well into Auror training. C + B Weasley - Adult, well into their own careers. A + M Weasley - Born 1949/1950. M. McGonagall - I mean I suppose she was recruited from Hogwarts hey haha K. Shacklebolt - An Auror; my man became Minister of Magic F + G Weasley - 'Graduated' 95/96 - opened store H. Granger; R. Weasley - First mission seems to be when 17 H. Potter - Did some things with Albus at 16...? Unclear.

If I am missing anyone please add B^)

- Harry was doomed to face Voldemort anyway. Does he really count as an Order member...? He's more the reason the order exists. - Ron and Hermione are there in support of Harry - and only do things for the Order after Albus' death, when they are 17 and don't have much choice, they are hunted. Is it really 'joining the Order' when the order barely exists anymore...? - Fred and George... did they do any Order things before Albus' death...? Were they just running their shop, with their Mum breathing down their backs to not get involved? Unclear.

Notes to do with the second Order: Molly is against the children participating. Sirius, Lupin, probably some others but I can't remember are in support of it.

Albus Dumbledore was also against the children participating - especially in 95/96, where his whole deal was trying to keep them at school, safe - even though they weren't learning jack shit. It takes Harry having a meltdown, Sirius dying - and Dumbledore being cursed - for him to go "Fuck it... Harry, you should help. I gotta teach you before I die."

Observations about both Orders:

They both have a large group that come from one source. In the First War it was the Marauders, in the second the Weasleys.

They also share an 'Auror talent' that seem more affiliated with Moody than they do Albus: Tonks and the Longbottoms.

It makes sense that when one person joins others are likely to follow. The Weasley parents -> the Weasley kids -> Fleur. James, Sirius -> Peter, Remus, Lily -> Severus.

That's not really recruitment from school.

If I personally were to use the school to groom/recruit children to fight for me in a war: I would be trying to get the best from every year. I would be heavily encouraging kids from all year levels that show promise to take certain classes and learn certain spells... Then, I would assess them when they graduate: '71, '72, '73, '74, '75, '76, '77, '78 was a big year. '79, '80... A constant trickle. A couple of new people this year, one the next - and they are all likely to bring at least a friend along, too - right...?

Yet we don't really see that happen. It's just that one bumper crop from 78, that one friend group. Were there NO talented graduates in any other year...? Was ONLY Griffindor considered...?

There isn't exactly a 'skill requirement' to join the Order. You had people there just to source information. Remus did werewolf jobs. Peter Pete'd all over the place. There were min. 2 pregnancies...

They were losing people - if they needed quantity over quality, if they only really needed base loyalty and a good heart... why NOT recruit more students? And yet there's just one blip in 78.

That doesn't particularly scream 'groomed child soldiers' to me. BUT - there are 6 people from the first Order whose ages can't be estimated. Are they the missing child soldiers from the years before/after the Marauders? Dunno.

[drabsyo]

Hi! Forgive me if I am bothering you, but I had an ask and I wanted to send it in before I forget about it. My Ask is this: How would Fleur react upon meeting the Louve of Gryffindor (Hermione's Unofficial Nickname around Hogwarts) transformed in the forest for the first time? Was she slightly scared or did she know who and what Hermione was to her? What was Hermione's reaction?

Have a pleasant day/night! 🐺

I feel like in this AU, Fleur would have already had her suspicions. Apart from the amount of scars she's seen on Hermione, Fleur probably can sense that there's something different about Hermione's magic. I don't know exactly how Hermione would have gotten the werewolf's curse, I'm not that well versed in that part of HP lore, but Fleur's more naturally in tune with magic and so I imagine she has better instinct when it comes to figuring out another witch's or wizard's magical aura. She would have been a bit surprised that Hermione, of all people, is a werewolf, but not afraid. Fleur is part Veela in the AU (she can transform into one), and I think that puts her in equal footing if she does happen to stumble into the wolf in the forest for the first time. She'd also know A LOT about werewolves, since she's basically a bookworm herself. At least, in this AU.

As for Hermione's reaction, I think she'd be freaking out. She's a planner, and so if something unexpected like this were to happen, she'd definitely be caught off guard. I like to think that she would have kept the werewolf as a well-guarded secret, for fear of... well, a number of things. Or maybe it's an open secret. The last thing she wants is to hurt anyone, let alone her soulmate but what surprised her is how calm the wolf had been (for a werewolf raging in the full moon), the moment it saw Fleur.

Hermione probably didn't expect to wake up back in her dorm room, safe and sound, with Fleur Delacour worriedly gnawing at her nails down at the Gryffindor common room, waiting for her to wake up. They both know that they're soulmates, Fleur knows Hermione's secret, and Hermione can piece things together of what happened that night: Fleur waited out the full moon, and snuck Hermione back into the Gryffindor dorm rooms. It's a first for Hermione, since she usually just sneaks back herself after missing a few morning classes if the full moon happened on a school night (yikes). So, that morning, they just kind of stand there, in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione's just woken up, and Fleur's worried, and everyone else is going about their own business, with no idea of what's going on. It's like they're on a world of their own, and they need to figure out how to make things work.

[evadne01]

Harry Potter Masterlist Part 2

Godfather and godson

Sirius teaches Harry how to drive a motorcycle.

Sirius Black & Harry Potter

Just hold me, please

Harry is hurt, and George is there for him.

Harry Potter & George Weasley

One of us

Harry Potter has a bad day, but when you have a family, you are never alone.

Harry Potter & Weasley Family

I mean it

Harry needs someone there for him. And, finally, he has some place to call home.

Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Harry Potter

Parents, children and names

Teddy Lupin and Harry Potter before Teddy's first year.

And three proud parents look from the sky

eddy Lupin & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & James Potter, Harry Potter & James Potter

What's a soulmate? 

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley works better as friends.

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley are attracted more than their same gender.

Harry Potter likes the Weasleys (a little too much), and Ginny Weasley is an amazing friend.

PS: They are both scared of Molly Weasley

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley

Fairy party 

Hermione and Draco and the aftermath of the party

Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Neville Longbottom & Luna Lovegood & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott & Pansy Parkinson & Blaise Zabini

Am I the last one to know it? 

Theodore Nott has a crush on Hermione. Theodore Nott doesn't know that.

Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger & Harry PotterTheodore Nott & Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger & Theodore Nott & Harry Potter & Blaise Zabini

It was just an idea

Hermione has an idea. But her friends group is chaotic and makes drama out of nothing.

I tried, I tried and I tried again ~ Am I losing my time?

Lily Evans had a friend. Severus Snape. And she didn't want to lose him because of someone else's actions.

It had to be his choice.

Or:

During her fifth year at Hogwarts, Lily Evans makes new friends and also discovers herself

Lily Evans Potter & Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter/James Potter, Lily Evans Potter & James Potter, Remus Lupin & Lily Evans Potter

I won't fail again 

Severus Snape finds out something.

Severus Snape has every intention to do something about it.

Harry Potter & Severus Snape, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter & Fred Weasley & George Weasley, Minerva McGonagall & Severus Snape, Harry Potter & Bill Weasley, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter

Surprise!

James Potter tries to bake some biscuits.

Tries is the key word

Harry Potter & James Potter

I wouldn't believe it 

Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour's Christmas in OoP and after the War.

Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley

This isn't a goodbye, it is a see you later

Harry and George before the war and right after it

Harry Potter/George Weasley, Harry Potter & Fred Weasley, Fred Weasley & George Weasley

I can only think about you 

Fred and George had a simple plan. Well, plans had to be changed.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

Once Upon a Time 

Harry James Potter was sure he didn't have a family.

It was not like this.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley

Let's give it a try 

Fred and George Weasley have a creature inheritance and a mate. Their mate knows only one thing of these two.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

Close your eyes

Harry Potter has to learn how to dance. Luckily he will get the help he needs.

Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter

Hello?

Charlie wanted to surprise his boyfriend. Hermione just wants to know who this boyfriend is.

Hermione Granger & Charlie Weasley, Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley

Yule Ball 

Harry and George before the Yule Ball

or

Harry can face a dragon and the Tournament, but suddenly one dance is too much for him.

Harry Potter/George Weasley, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

With all my heart

Harry and Tom find each other again

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

It's simply us 

A conversation between two friends that miss the third one.

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter

This is good enough 

After the Quidditch game, Oliver is there for Harry.

Harry Potter & Olived Wood

Love is putting someone else's needs before yours

Harry is afraid of his powers and tries to protect his boyfriend.

Fred disagrees.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley

An act of love

AU where the war goes on longer. Harry appears on the doorstep of an old friend, asking for help.

Barty Crouch Jr./Rabastan Lestrange/Harry Potter

The Birthday's Party

During the Tournament, a missing moment we all needed: Fred and George's birthday

Gryffindor Quidditch Team Members & Lee Jordan

A reason to fight for 

Harry and Neville talk about the war and their role in it.

Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter

It isn't right

During the Twizarding Tournament, the sirens have something to say about the second task!

A mother's love

Molly Weasley thinks about her family after the second war against Voldemort.

Harry Potter & Weasley Family

It was freedom

What really happened when Harry suggested to use the dragon to run away during the Gringotts' episode.

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

Only love can hurt like this

Fred and George Weasley learn how love can hurt.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

Fallen Angel

The Dursleys had tried to destroy him, but Harry would never, ever let them.

They had wanted him weak, stupid, useless and alone.

Harry would never be any of those things.

With a different set of friends and a different mindset, Harry Potter approaches life very differently.

Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter, Daphne Greengrass & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Harry Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Harry Potter/Diary Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Voldemort, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Susan Bones & Harry Potter, Hannah Abbott & Harry Potter

Brilliant ideas and cheesy confessions 

Fred and George have an incident, Harry takes care of them.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

Can we stay here a little longer? 

At Beauxbatons, a moment between two friends

Fleur Delacour & Harry Potter

The boy and the dogfather 

Harry finds a stray at Privet Drive.

Trouble is very protective of the young boy.

Sirius Black & Harry Potter

My little brave pup 

Sirius and Harry after the events at the end of the Order of the Phoenix

Sirius Black & Harry Potter

Stay away from my family 

Charlie is a good big brother. Harry is an honorary Weasley, and no one can hurt him

Harry Potter & Charlie Weasley

Live for us, live for them 

Neville and Harry are more similar than everyone thinks.

Harry Potter & Bill Weasley, Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter

For the Greater Good (For Ariana)

In the summer they spend together, Gellert becomes fond of not only Albus Dumbledore but also another Dumbledore.

Ariana Dumbledore & Gellert Grindelwald

Finding a new place 

The friendship between Harry and Viktor

Viktor Krum & Harry Potter

Everything you want 

Tom is angry when he learns that he needs to get married in order to access to the Ministry.

And, then, he finds the positive aspect.

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

What about magic?

Harry Potter explains to Tom Riddle what is magic

Post fata resurgo 

What if James Potter wasn't an only child.

What if he had a younger brother, the same age as Regulus Black?

Let's see the story of Aedus Eli Potter

Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr. & Original Character(s), Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter, Lily Evans Potter & Severus Snape, Regulus Black & Andromeda Black Tonks

The King of Underworld and his Queen

Greek Mythology AU.

Tom traced the carvings of his throne with his finger. Aberforth had his queen and Albus had married the other of their sisters, Minerva, and made her queen of the Gods. Maybe Tom could have had his own queen as well.

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter & Lily Evans Potter

Take chances, make mistakes, get messy

But Harry didn't want to return to Hogwarts, neither as a student nor as a teacher; he couldn't think of starting training to become an Auror and making his life an eternal struggle and fight. Nor did he want to think about Teddy yet, a constant reminder in his name of his parents' fate.

Harry just wanted to be free. He just wanted to live, at least for a while.

Harry Potter & Fred Weasley & George Weasley, Luna Lovegood & Harry Potter

Reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone 

Harry Potter's characters reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

What is that thing? 

Harry being a younger brother and Fleur being so done with that

Fleur Delacour & Harry Potter

Welcome to the family 

Luna and Harry find a strange book.

Luna Lovegood & Harry Potter

We're not supposed to be here

“If it’s a trap,” she had patiently explained to her not-so-patient friend, “you don’t want to go in when they’re waiting for you.”

Lily couldn’t believe she was the one who had to explain to her Slytherin friend to think before acting.

“So, what do I do?” Severus had exclaimed, waving his hands in a surprising physical display of emotion. “Just let them get away with it?”

Lily Evans Potter & Severus Snape

My real target... it's you 

Harry comes to rescue the lost prince Tom from the cursed tower of Lord Voldemort! (But little does he know that this was all a ploy to capture and cage the real jewel, Harry himself.)

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

What homework?

Harry knew that Hermione loved both him and Ron. Otherwise, he was sure she wouldn't have bothered trying to save their lives every time they got into trouble, like she had since their first year.

So, he knew that the nervous tic the curly-haired girl was displaying wasn't actually a symptom of murderous intent, but just a nervous tic from the girl, an outburst from Harry's question. A perfectly innocent question, if Harry was being honest.

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

It all started with a sunset and a Potions essay.

When their children and grandchildren asked them how they got together, Harry would smile and say, “It all started with a sunset and a Potions essay.”

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

Let the dance begin

Filius wore a duelling robe that had been personally measured to ensure the greatest possible freedom of movement and considerable protection.

Finally…

“Filius Flitwick and Samuel Anderson.”

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[elisedonut]

Copying and pasting from discord because I want too

I feel like it's something i'd enjoy reading later and instead of letting it hide in my drafts I thought it would be neat to post

Someone wanted to know where alot of my weirdo Percy ships even came from because their well weird lol and instead of just like answering simply or realizing that

"hey maybe that was rhetorical and they don't actually like want that answer"

my brain went c: and I proceeded to type until i ran out of message space on discord dkjfhdsjk

Anyway Perciver is Perciver so i didn't actually go in to that one but for completion sake (Lived together for years, opposites attract, has a decent chunk of amazing fics to read, only two Gryffindor of their year that we know)

Alot of them fall into the pair your favs mentality (like Colin and back when i shipped Luna/Percy)

sometimes it's noticing something that you think a character is lacking in their life that a romantic relationship with this other person could bring (Flintley for example was mostly based around feeling like Percy would be happiest with someone 112% on his side vs his family's when i first got really interested in it)

sometimes it's just like what would cause the biggest like fuss in their life if this happened Like who could Percy be soulmates with that would piss off his family to ridiculous degree (both Draco and Remus fall into this category for me even though with both their are still like other points to them too)

Sometimes it's just like parallels with characters. Characters who already act similarly to him or in some cases are even compared to him ( Regulus for example is canonically compared to Percy in the series

it even has one of those really old ship names back when the hp fandom used s.s. ship names being literally just Black&White. I would argue a lot of my interest in the concept of Fleur/Percy falls into this section too. And then ofc Ernie Macmillan is another one because i saw his description on the wiki and went !!! Person to ship Percy with because he sounded similar but not the same to him)

Sometimes it's legit more about the scenario then it is the ship

(i feel Dennis and Dudley fall into this one for both It's a very specific situation that i like them in for Dennis a post war exploration of grief and love and finding happiness with someone who really truly understands what you are going through With Dudley a Post War, two single fathers who live in the same building situation Where Dudley is constantly running to Percy for help because he ended up with a magic child and doesn't know what he's doing. that again also explores family and breaking of generational trauma)

Sometimes you just get attached because it was legit the first pairing you literally ever wrote so now you are just stuck with these boys (Stercy)

[dreamcubed]

gorgeous | fleur delacour x reader

song; gorgeous [taylor swift] pairing; fleur delacour x gender neutral!french-speaking!reader genre; s2l, light angst, fluff word count; 1,3k timeline; goblet of fire warnings; swearing, (underage) alcohol consumption summary; you, like everyone else, were drawn to the part-veela fleur delacour when beauxbatons visited, only she thought that you hated her because you made it your mission to avoid her

a/n; i have no idea if fleur fanfiction is popular but she seemed like the only correct choice for this song!

a/n 2; also i think my favourite explanation for fleur's grandmother being full veela despite veela only being women (which opens the question of how do they reproduce), is that half of veela are transwomen, allowing for reproduction in a way that jk rowling would despise :)

masterlist

"you are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad."

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Beauxbatons: the French school for witchcraft and wizardry, full of angelic students dressed in white and baby blue. At least, that was the impression you got when they first arrived at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.

Of course, one stood out more than the others - and that was before she was picked as Beauxbatons' representative in the competition. The part-veela Miss Fleur Delacour was a sight for sore eyes: her beauty was radiant in a way that no human could achieve, but you could live without that level of beauty as long as you could admire hers.

Her friendship group had taken to yours in the first weeks of the year, and you wish you could say that you hadn't given Fleur a bad impression. Except, you had, as all you did was avoid her: avoid her gaze, avoid her conversation starters, avoid her presence. Silence was your primary virtue as of late, and your friends were becoming both concerned and pissed with you.

"Y/N, stop being so rude to Fleur, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Pranpiya snapped as you sat in your house common room.

"Merlin, Pran, this is Y/N we're talking about, I'm sure they have a perfectly reasonable explanation," Darla said, sitting by you, "Right?"

You chewed on your lip, feeling your heart twist as the thought of Fleur's golden locks flashed across your mind.

In your silence, Pranpiya scoffed, "I never took you for a bitch."

Your eyes widened in alarm.

"Pran, tone it down," Darla snapped, "Y/N, I can see you have something to say. Please say it."

"She's so gorgeous," you mumbled, "I can't say anything to her face."

Realisation quickly dawned on both Pranpiya and Darla's faces.

"You don't hate her," the former said slowly, "You fancy her."

You nodded hesitantly, hating the aching absence of words that followed the newfound shared understanding.

"Well, avoiding her won't make her your girlfriend," Pranpiya said suddenly, "Talk to her, ask her out."

You shook your head hurriedly, "I can't. Her beauty is intimidating."

***

It was your charms class that was now taken up by a lot of Beauxbatons students, including Fleur. She didn't sit next to you, instead next to one of her French friends, though that didn't stop interactions from occurring.

You had gotten to class early and had been instructed to hand out the textbooks by Flitwick, finding yourself zoned out as you completed the task. Alas, you being mentally absent led you to bump into someone else, causing the stack of books in your arms to fall to the ground, narrowly missing your feet.

"Ah, pardon, sorry," that terrifyingly familiar voice exclaimed, crouching down to help gather the books up.

You remained silent, as the blood in your veins had ran cold with irrational fear.

"Here," she handed the stack back over to you, making you gulp as you fumbled to get the life back into your limbs.

"Thanks," you muttered, quickly walking away to continue with the task.

"Y/N," she called from behind you, causing you to freeze again.

"Can we talk after class?" you couldn't see her expression, but her eyebrows were furrowed.

You inhaled deeply, "Can't. Sorry."

***

The celebrations after the first Triwizard event were massive, including many secretive parties in the house common rooms. You were invited to one, and you were amazed to see people from a variety of houses all in one house quarters for the first time. Someone had obtained alcohol - you didn't know who, but you were grateful, since the party you were at was the same as the one Fleur was attending and you needed liquid courage.

"I mean look at her, why does she walk with such poise? Who does she think she is?" you slurred, the fire whiskey in your glass sloshing about.

Pranpiya side-eyed you, "I get you're hurting, babe, but you're being mean."

"I think we need to cut off the alcohol, we haven't even been here half an hour and you're twatted," Darla said, forcefully removing the glass from your grip.

"No, don't do this to me, Darla," you whined, admitting defeat nonetheless.

"I'm worried about you, Y/N, you-" but you cut Darla off.

"Oh, look! It's the Weasley twins. I'm gonna go talk to the Weasley twins."

Your friends couldn't stop you, and simply watched in amazement as your usually introverted self started chatting enthusiastically with anyone who looked your way. Anyone, of course, expect Fleur, who had been looking at you longingly from a distance.

Eventually, she had enough of your uncalled for silent treatment, and walked up to you, delicately touching your hand to get your attention. You jumped a bit, looking to see who the culprit was, only to make eye contact with the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen.

"Y/N, please may we talk?" she asked, and in your drunken stupor, you finally agreed.

She sighed with relief, and dragged you over to a quiet corner.

"Why do you ignore me? What did I do?" she asked, her face in a frown.

"You should take it as a compliment," you slurred.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Yes, you do, look at you," you replied, the little sober voice in the back of your mind screaming for you to shut up, "You're so gorgeous."

She appeared taken aback, "Merci, but why? Why does zat make you ignore me?"

"You intimidate me," you pouted, "You make me angry with the things you make me feel."

Her ocean blue eyes were pinned on yours after your confession, and you had this overwhelming sensation that you might be sinking and drowning in that moment.

"I do not get it," she sighed, "Je pensais que tu me détestais."

"I do, I mean," you scrambled to find the words, "You're so cool, it makes me hate you, I-"

She stared at you with widened eyes, "You understood me?"

You nodded, "Il n'y a rien que je déteste plus que ce que je peux pas avoir."

Fleur stood still for a few moments, "Why would you zink you cannot have me?"

"Well, 'cause- you're you! And I'm... me."

She shook her head, quickly darting forward to peck your lips. "Je te kiffe."

You remained in shock for a good few seconds, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"You will come to ze Yule Ball wiz me, yes?" she asked hopefully.

With your brain still buffering, you slowly nodded your head, making her beam.

"Ah, perfect!" she grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers, "You are so gorgeous, too, you know? You should not have zought you had no chance wiz me."

"But, I-"

"No, none of zat," she said dismissively, "I have liked you since ze moment I met you, it hurt so much zat you seemed to not like me."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, "You just make my heart hurt."

"But zat can be a good zing, no?"

Hesitantly, you bobbed your head.

"I want to try zis wiz you, please let me."

"Okay," you said quietly, "Let's try."

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written; 02/11/2022 —> 06/11/2022 published; 07/11/2022 edited; —/—/——

taglist; @workinatdapyramid

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Who I write for /Rules

Masterlist

I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

I will add a prompt list to this blog soon but again feel free to request other scenarious. Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.

I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out tho).

My writing will be for all ages but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

If you have any questions at all if i write for something, or if a topic you want me to write about is okay or not, please reach out through my asks or my inbox.

Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders):)))

I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.

I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Sally face

-Sal Fisher

-Travis Phelps (male or gn readers)

-Larry Johnson

-Ashley Campbell

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Die drei fragezeichen / the three investigators

-Bob Andrews

-Peter Shaw

-Justus Jonas

-Skinny Norris

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

Bridgerton

-Benedict

-Anthony

-Eloise

-Daphne

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

DC

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson (any version, young justice, robin, nightwing,etc.)

-wally west

-Artemis

-roy harper (young justice)

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Rise of red

-james hook

-hades

-bridget

-ella

-cloe

-red

-morgie

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters

[looneyleyle]

always her ~ b. weasley

synopsis: being the adopted sister to the one and only fleur delacour used to be easy. once puberty hit, not so much. once she became a triwizard champion, definitely not so much. fae thought that leaving her life in france behind would let her escape that, but you can never leave such a presence behind, not when it's her, because, let's be honest, it's always her.

warnings: not-so-great family dynamics, underlying tones of self-worth issues

words: 6113

fae's pov

during the first wizarding war, my biologial parents were killed by walden macnair, a death eater. having no living relatives, i was sent to an orphanage. i spent a couple years there before a woman named apolline adopted me. she took me in, and soon enough, i was fae delacour, sister to fleur and gabrielle delacour.

growing up, everything was amazing. fleur and i may not have been biological sisters, but it sure felt like we were. we spent all of our time together, from etiquette classes to sneaking pastries from the kitchens late at night. even though i wasn't biologically theirs, my new parents treated me as their own. when gabrielle came, fleur and i helped raise her while mom and dad were away. gabrielle always had a special place in my heart; i could never say no to her.

when we all grew older, things changed. maybe things had always been this way, and i was too blind to see it. maybe it was a new development due to our increasing differences. fleur and i started to grow apart. she lived up to her part-veela description: tall, thin, and outlandishly beautiful. silky blonde hair, smooth as butter voice, and the perfect embodiment of how women were expected to be in this age in france. i, however, did not grow like fleur did. it was increasingly apparent that i was not part of the family. my height was the only thing fleur and i had in common anymore. my once dirty blonde hair was now fully brunette, with natural golden highlights in the summer. my dark chocolate eyes always had a twinkle of mischief in them. while i didn't lack in the appearance department, it sure felt like it when compared to my beauxbatons peers. they all were just like fleur: tall, thin, beautiful. i felt like my purpose at beauxbatons was to make everyone else look even more gorgeous in comparison.

despite these insecurities, i managed to enjoy my years at beauxbatons. i made a handful of friends, pulled a few pranks here and there, and passed all of my classes (minus etiquette, but can you blame me? sitting in a chair with perfectly good posture while reciting memorized pleasantries grows rather dull as time goes on).

the year we went to hogwarts for the triwizard tournament was interesting to say the least. with fleur competing, i felt the need to check up on her and help her at every chance i could, whether it be with the classes, the language, or the tournament. however, after i tried to warn her about the dragons, she made it abundantly clear that she did not want my help. or anything to do with me, really.

"can't you get it past your thick skull? i don't need your help, and i don't need you! this is my tournament, my experience, and my life! i didn't even ask for you to be here, you're not even my real sister." with that, she stormed off, leaving me all alone in the middle of one of the moving staircases. while i sulked my way back towards the carriage where we were staying, i ran into two people. or one person? i worried i was seeing double in my teary vision.

"what's wrong there, beautiful?"

"what's got your knickers in a twist?" i glared at the person (?), but all that managed to do was make more tears fall out. the person stepped forwards and wiped the tears from under my eyes, and i realized there were, in fact, two identical people standing in front of me.

"i'm fred." the one that wiped my tears away introduced.

"and i'm george."

"and you're miss delacour's sister, right?" fred continued, though frowned at the bitter chuckle that left my lips.

"not really. not actually." i mumbled, looking down at the ground. the two remained silent before one spoke up.

"i think this girl needs some cheering up, don't you georgie?"

"i think you're right freddie."

i looked up to see massive grins splayed across the two's faces. they each grabbed one of my hands and sped up the staircases from which i had just came from.

"hey wait-"

"quiet down, love." the one holding my right hand, which i believe was fred, told me.

"don't want to ruin the prank now do ya?" the other added. that piqued my interest. a prank?

eventually the two slowed down into a light stroll, keeping to the side of the corridor and stopping to listen every couple of seconds. abruptly, one of them pulled me over to the wall and held a finger to his mouth, urging me to stay quiet. faint footsteps could be heard, along with quiet chatter. the sounds grew louder and louder until…

bang! a bright burst of light exploded from the way the sounds were coming from. a spell was cast in an unknown language, accompanied by 10 more bangs! soon enough, the whole corridor was filled with bright lights and loud sounds. the boys marveled at their work before pulling me away from the scene of the crime, with three angry and confused durmstangs left alone to wonder what in the bloody hell had just happened.

once we were far enough away, the boys high-fived each other.

"brilliant, george."

"all you, fred."

"what exactly just happened?" i asked, a laugh still playing off of my lips. the two stood in front of me with dorky smiles, straightening up their postures.

"that, my fair lady, was the perfect execution of our newest product, weasleys' wildfire whiz-bangs." fred started.

"activated by a simple stunning spell, these beauties set off fireworks when hit." george continued.

"when hit with a vanishing spell, the fireworks multiply by ten."

"we're still working out a couple kinks, but within a year, these bad boys will be perfected and ready for the market." the two bounced off of each other with such enthusiasm that i couldn't help but stare in awe.

"take a picture…"

"…it'll last longer." i simply laughed at the comment.

"no no, i was just a bit… what is the phrase…taken aback by your joy for this kind of stuff. is this what you want to do for a living? creating prank objects and selling them?" the two stared at me for a second with near-blank faces before turning to each other with wide eyes.

"that's…"

"genius! why didn't we think of that!"

and with that, the two ran off, dragging me along with them. that was pretty much how the rest of my stay at hogwarts was like: the twins dragging me every which way. i quite enjoyed their company, and when i had to leave for france, i felt like i was leaving my home. the twins promised to owl me with any new ideas for inventions, and they promised to have me over sometime that summer.

of course, only one of those promises were kept. the two owled me nearly every week, updating me not only on their inventions, but also their lives. i did the same, telling them about the magical antique store i worked at, along with any personal developments. unfortunately, between work and family engagements, i wasn't able to make the trip to england that summer.

speaking of family, i found myself drifting away from mine after our year abroad. fleur had barely spoken two words to me since hogwarts, being "busy" with her application to and eventual acceptance for a job at gringotts in london.

our parents didn't seem to notice or care about the distance between the two of us, focusing on helping fleur move out and getting gabrielle ready for her next school year. i knew that they loved me deep down, but the lack of attention, as childish as it may seem, hurt me, and made me increasingly aware of the fact that i was not actually their child.

gabrielle, on the other hand, showed nothing but pure, sisterly love for me. she would ask me to play dolls with her, braid her hair, show her spells, or teach her english. we spent nearly every night in the parlor, spending time together that fleur never seemed to have for either of us.

a year passed by fairly uneventfully, minus the fact that my life turned absolutely upside-down. about halfway through the year, fred and george informed me that they were planning on starting a joke shop by the end of the school year. they already had a place scoped out, and they wanted me to be a business partner to them. i, of course, accepted, my love for pranks never dying even as i left my schooling years. the twins invited me over for the holidays to show me the place, as well as catch up in person.

so, when december rolled around, i found myself packing up and getting ready to fly to london. mom and dad were fine with it, and i made sure to give gabrielle her christmas presents early before departing.

upon my arrival, fred and george showed me the floo network, wasting no time to get to their humble abode. i would be staying there for two weeks, and depending on how negotiations would go on the shop, i could be moving permanently to london within a month.

the burrow, as george called it, was a dilapidated hodgepodge of a house, but in the best way possible. it radiated a certain warmth that i had never felt before. there were multiple chimneys on the house, and the different stories of the house could have only been held up by magic.

"wow…" i trailed off, admiring the building. as soon as we stepped foot into the house, i was attacked by a bear hug.

"you must be fae, the twins have told us so much about you. come in, come in, dinner will be ready in just a few." the kindly older woman, whom i assumed was molly, greeted. she let go of the hug and ushered me inside, closing the door behind the three of us. the twins told me that mrs. weasley was not very approving of the joke shop, so i promised to not mention it while in the house. the boys helped me carry my luggage up the stairs and into an empty room. the room was tidy, not nearly as lived in as the rest of the house. there was a singular bed, a desk and chair, and a wardrobe tucked into the room.

"this is bill's old room, but for the next two weeks, it's yours." george explained, placing my luggage at the foot of the bed.

the first week at the burrow went by swimmingly. the weasley welcomed me with open arms, with ginny taking a special liking to me as the only other girl besides her mum. the twins and i visited the potential building for the shop and instantly fell in love with it. there was a small apartment on top of it that would come with the shop, if we were to buy it. it was a 2-bedroom, 2-bathroom apartment, which would be perfect for the three of us. we immediately put an offer on the shop, and were told that if no offers could beat ours within the next week, the place would be ours.

the second week, however, i met the worst, most beautiful thing to ever enter my life.

bill weasley was the oldest of the weasley siblings, not to mention the most handsome. he was a bit shorter than the twins, with long hair tied back into a ponytail. he exuded this aura of joyfulness and self-assurance.

and of course, this walking adonis met me while i was drooling on his pillow.

i was exhausted from the night before, since the twins decided to play 1-on-1 quidditch with me as the referee until the wee hours of the night. i had passed out as soon as i hit the bed. the next morning, i woke up to something tapping my arm. when i opened my eyes, i was met with striking blue eyes and a peculiar dragon-fang earring.

"hello there, i'm bill weasley, the owner of this bed." it took me a second to process what he said, but once it registered in my foggy brain, i sprung up instantly. the man in front of me just laughed, a beautiful smile gracing his lips.

"merde, i'm so sorry- the twins told me- and i didn't know-" i stuttered out, trying to explain why i was in this man's bed.

"i'm only messing with you, don't worry. breakfast is ready, and the twins wanted to send me up here to give you a good scare." he laughed, standing up from his kneeling position.

my brain was running a mile a minute, both from being scared half to death and from the handsome stranger in front of me. removing the blankets from myself and getting ready to head downstairs, the man attempted to stop a laugh from passing his lips. i sent him a questioning glare, which he responded to with a gesture towards my attire. i was in nothing but george's large, red sweater and my knickers. my face overheated as i scrambled to find a pair of shorts to throw on, embarrassed that this interaction was my first impression on this handsome stranger, whom had left the room and closed the door for my privacy.

when i went downstairs, i was met with an amused, hot older brother and two smirking twins, whom i would have to smack on the back sides of their heads later.

the rest of that dreadfully long week were filled with awkward encounters between me and the eldest weasley. he always seemed to come around when i was in vulnerable situations, like when i was in the bathroom or grabbing a midnight snack. he caught me off guard every single time.

even so, he seemed to enjoy my company, and i most certainly enjoyed his. the twins would often lock themselves up in their room for hours, bringing me in only when the product was in a suitable condition for testing. during these long stretches, i found myself hanging around ginny, and by proxy, bill. ginny and bill were extremely close, hanging around each other whenever they had time. when ginny would go to bed, i would find myself continuing the conversation with bill, talking about ourselves and our plans for the future. bill was a curse breaker for gringotts, but, due to the current climate of the world, he was applying for a desk job at gringotts. he was a top student when he went to hogwarts, but always had a rebellious streak deep inside of him.

soon enough, the little plot on diagon alley was ours, and the weasley twins and i moved into the apartment above the soon-to-be shop. the twins shared a bedroom while i took the other. before they even put furniture into the apartment, they raced into the shop to start getting things ready. paint buckets were hauled in, cleaning supplies of every shape and size were casted every which way, and the twins had never seemed happier. this was what they wanted to do with their lives. this was their passion. i tasked myself with furnishing the apartment, but every time that i passed fred or george, all i could see was a permanent smile etched onto their faces.

in less than a month, the shop was fully furnished and ready for opening. a certain tall, slightly-shaggy weasley came in often after work to help the three of us out. mainly, bill would help with the heavy lifting, and we would cook him dinner as a sign of our thanks. fred and george would frequently tease me about how close i was with the eldest weasley, but i tried to pay no mind to it.

"and after that, the dragon chased umbridge out of hogwarts! there were fireworks everywhere, people cheering, and of course, we were praised as the heroes of hogwarts." fred explained to bill. i rolled my eyes as i poured myself some more tea.

"and who exactly called you the 'heroes of hogwarts'?" i asked. fred sheepishly shrunk back into the couch.

"so how's your job bill? a desk job sounds bloody boring." fred asked, avoiding my question.

"it's a bit boring, i won't lie, but there are some really nice people there. the goblins are starting to warm up to me, well, as much as goblins can warm up to anyone i guess." bill then turned to me. "i even met your sister! she's absolutely lovely." he told me. i frowned a bit, shifting in my seat.

"yeah, lovely." i said quietly, looking down at my thumbs. i could feel the uncomfortableness settle over the room, as well as the curious look burning into my head. george cleared his throat and announced that dessert would be ready soon, giving me an excuse to leave the conversation. i left the room to go check on the treacle tart. the tart was nice and golden, so i gently took it out of the oven and placed it on top of the stove for it to cool. while i grabbed the plates and silverware, i heard hushed voices in the other room.

"she doesn't have a good relationship with her sister."

"ever since the things fleur said to her at the triwizard tournament…"

i shook my head and tuned them out, cutting the treacle tart up and bringing the plates into the other room.

"how about that cannons game the other night? beaten 110 to 40 by the wasps. i bet ronald wasn't too pleased about that." i said, carrying the tart slices to the boys, effectively killing the conversation about me and my "sister".

the conversation remained light while we ate, simply talking about quidditch. the twins were absolutely exhausted from another day of getting the shop ready, so they went straight to bed after finishing the tart, saying their 'goodnights' to me and bill. bill was still working on his tart, a bit slower than he usually takes. when the boys went to their room, the two of us sat there in a bit of an uncomfortable silence. bill's eyes kept flickering towards me, while i tried to keep my sight strictly on my empty plate. as much as i would deny it, the twins were right: the man next to me made me extremely nervous for very obvious reasons. and right now, sitting alone in the living room, it took all of my power to not stare at the gorgeous man.

"if you don't mind me asking," he started, making me wince internally. i knew he would ask, with fleur being such a 'perfect' woman, it's only natural to ask why we don't get along. bill opened his mouth, and asked, "what was france like?"

the question caught me a bit off guard, to the point where i let out a soft "oh?" i had to think for a second.

"well, it's a very beautiful country. i lived in this little town with some bakeries, and this lovely little bookstore. i would always bring gabrielle to it, and then after finishing at beauxbatons, i worked there for a bit before moving here." i finished my thought, seeing that bill looked confused.

"gabrielle? is she a friend?" bill asked innocently. my eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"she's never told you about gabrielle? of course she wouldn't mention her own sister. gabrielle is my sister, fleur's biological sister." i told bill. he looked a bit taken aback. fleur obviously had never mentioned having a sister.

it was obvious that bill was curious about the delacour family drama, but he quickly realized that i got upset talking about it. instead, bill changed the subject to the shop, offering to come and help out every once in a while when the shop opens. after that, we talked about miscellaneous things late into the night.

when we stopped laughing hysterically about bill's latest kerfuffle with the goblins, i glanced over at the little clock above the fireplace.

"blimey, it's nearly 3 in the morning." bill stated, making no attempt to move out of the armchair.

"mhm." i hummed, not moving from my place on the couch.

bill ruffled through his bag next to him, producing a pillow and blanket. i laughed at the sight.

"you weasleys really do have a habit of making yourselves at home, did you know that?" i teased, going behind the couch to grab a large blanket.

"it's an inherently weasley thing to do." he stated, wrapping himself in his blanket. noticing that i was starting to get comfortable on the couch, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and his mouth opened slightly to make a comment, but he quickly shut his mouth and instead fought a rather large smile from forming on his face. i was too tired to question it, nor to defend myself as to why i didn't go sleep in my own room. instead, i drifted off into sleep on the couch, bill not too far away.

i never heard the end of that night, the twins unrelenting in their teasing. they even threatened to write home to mrs. weasley to say that "billykins has a girlfriend." i quickly put an end to that, threatening to tell molly about all the weasley wizard wheezes products they still had hidden around the house.

the shop opened a little less than a month after that night, and the months afterwards were all one big blur. weasley's wizard wheezes brought people from all over, and all different ages, to diagon alley. the first day, the line went all the way to the leaky cauldron. there was a seemingly endless flow of children and children-at-heart into the shop. the shop was an instant success, which left me, fred, and george running every which way to make sure everything was in tip-top shape.

all of the weasley family and friends trickled in through the first month. arthur and molly were there on the grand opening, despite molly's intense disliking for the twins' pranks. the two were pleased to see that the twins' work was not in vain. ron, harry, and hermione all came in on the first weekend of it being open, buying various pranking products to use once summer break was over. even charlie and percy dropped by, percy tutting at nearly every corner, muttering things like "how crude" and "this surely is against section 3 of the regulation of magical items." ginny had stopped by with the longbottom boy and a blonde ravenclaw girl a couple of times, merely browsing the shelves, never buying anything. i could've swore i saw ginny look at a vial of love potion, but quickly dropped it when she saw a tall, dark haired gryffindor boy.

bill was in the shop seemingly every day. sometimes he would stop by after work, sometimes he would come in on his lunch break with sandwiches for the three of us, and sometimes he would stay the whole day, helping carry heavy boxes of www products to help restock the shelves.

before i knew it, the seasons changed, and the hot days were replaced by gusts of wind carrying rustling leaves. the summer slipped away faster than the three of us were anticipating, being busy with the shop 24/7. once school was back in session, the traffic in the store mellowed out, giving us some time to breathe. the fall passed by uneventfully, the twins working on new products while the eldest weasley kept me company.

"mum wants you to come to the burrow for the holidays." fred informed me, sipping on his tea. the three looked over at me in anticipation. maybe it was my imagination, but bill looked a bit more eager than the twins for my response.

"i'd love to!" i told them.

"so eager to be in my bed again huh?" bill smirked, george snorting out his tea.

"i'm your dreams weaselby."

"how did you know?" at his comment, my face erupted into flames, with hoots and hollers coming from thing 1 and thing 2.

i kept back the part about how i didn't have anywhere else to go for the holidays; i hadn't spoken to my parents since i left. we weren't on bad terms per se, but my parents hadn't reached out to me since i moved out, and vice versa. gabrielle and i sent frequent letters, with her telling me all about her wonderful time at beauxbatons. i, in turn, shared with her about the joke shop, as well as teaching her a bit of english and, admittedly, sharing my feelings for a certain ginger.

the holidays were upon us in a jiffy. luckily, i had done all my christmas shopping before the holiday rush season. i got each of the weasleys various trinkets: for ginny, a necklace with a quaffle pendant, for ron, a box of mini treacle tarts, for the twins, matching scarves with the words "mischief managed," for percy, a book on the history of the ministry, for charlie, a coffee mug with a hebridean black on it, and for bill, a leather necklace with a tomb charm on it. i also got mrs. weasley a book to write down all of her various recipes, and for mr. weasley, a brand new set of tools for his tinkering. i was so excited to give them their gifts, feeling that i had gotten the perfect gifts for each weasley member.

when the twins and i arrived at the burrow, charlie, percy, and molly were home, with arthur and bill going to pick up harry, ron, hermione, and ginny from king's cross. the three weasleys in the burrow were scurrying around, cleaning things up and cooking enough food to feed all of hogwarts.

"woah mum, do you think you have enough food?" fred asked teasingly. molly huffed and rolled her eyes.

"well, i had to make enough for all of our extra guests." she replied, going back to whisking some dough together.

"well, fae doesn't eat that much" george laughed, earning a slight shove from me.

"well i don't know how much the rest of them eat!" molly exclaimed, nearly throwing the whisk at george.

"the rest of them?" i asked. molly opened her mouth, but the sound of the floo going off stopped her thought. looking over to the fireplace, i nearly jumped for joy while simultaneously jumping off of the astronomy tower.

in front of me, standing in the burrow, was my family.

"fae! i missed you!" gabrielle exclaimed, running up to me and giving me the tightest hug known to wizard-kind.

"gabrielle! it's been so long! how is school?" i asked, not letting go of her.

"it's amazing, we're learning about all sorts of spells and plants and creatures and it's all marvelous!" she continued, her eyes sparkling.

"where's billy? oh how i've missed seeing him." my gut wrenched at the sound of her voice. looking over, i saw pretty, perfect fleur standing prim and properly with mummy and daddy behind her. oh how easy it would be to gouge my eyes out with my wand.

"oh hello delacours, how lovely it is to meet you!" mrs. weasley exclaimed, putting down her supplies before going over to greet the family. fleur rushed straight past me to hug bill, who looked just as shocked as i did. he stiffly returned the hug, my stomach threatening to empty its contents onto the living room floor.

i couldn't believe it, what were they doing here?

gabrielle insisted on a tour of the burrow, to which fred and george obliged, taking me along with. i had to refrain from gagging as fleur pushed herself up against bill, talking about some hilarious thing that happened at the bank.

dinner rolled around quickly, everyone awkwardly shoved at the now cramped weasley dining table. i sat squished between george and gabrielle, while bill sat across from me, in between fred and fleur. the table was oddly quiet, as quiet as a house of weasley children can be. i looked over at my parents, who merely moved their food around their plates.

"what are you doing here?" i asked them, not even trying to sugarcoat it. i was happy to see gabrielle again, but the rest of them had made absolutely zero effort since i left. father shifted in his seat, looking at mother.

"we actually have came here to discuss something very important." apolline started.

"we are here to discuss our daughter's intentions with your son." i nearly spat out the contents of my cup, fred and george already delivering teasing jabs at my sides. how would they have known? gabrielle must have told them, but even then, i never mentioned anything too serious, nothing that warranted a trip to britain.

"we are ready to offer you our home estate in france, along with our handsome savings, for billius to marry our lovely fleur." father told arthur and molly. my stomach dropped, bile rising in my throat. i could see the droppped jaws of the weasleys surrounding me.

"bloody hell-"

"ronald! language!" the weasley matriarch scolded, her face displaying the same astonishment as everyone else.

"you must know we cannot accept this, it's far too much, and- and bill can choose whomever he pleases to marry, this really all is just too much to take in right now." molly rambled, looking wide eyed at her husband, who stared at his potatoes as if they had started singing to him.

i braved a glance at bill, whose face was uncharacteristically stoic, not even the slightest hint of emotion on his face.

"excuse me," i pardoned myself, unable to handle the silence following that information bomb. i heard bill excuse himself as well as i made my way up the stairs.

"this just became awkward." i heard one of the twins remark before i shut the door to ginny's room. i sat there alone, simply trying to process every thought and emotion bombarding me. was something going on between bill and fleur? i knew that bill and the twins weren't very close before i entered the picture, he had no reason to stop by the shop as frequently as he did, i would have bet my life on it being a sign of… something. but with my family here? waltzing in with proposals of marriage? i wasn't so sure anymore. and of course, it was fleur, popping up just when everything was falling into place, trying to steal it away. typical. i wasn't allowed to have too many good things happen at one time.

i eventually left the room, hoping the all-consuming thoughts would stay trapped within those four walls. the burrow was oddly empty, and from the occasional sounds of yelling from the outside, i assumed everyone was out playing quidditch.

entering the kitchen, i planned on stealing a pastie from the leftover pile on the table, until my parents appeared. i looked out the kitchen window to see gabrielle and fleur outside, watching the match.

"fae, darling, how is my sweet child doing?" mother asked. father simply huffed at her words.

"enough of this, apolline, you need to tell her." the two began to argue, their words spoken quietly but forcefully.

"fae, you are messing with the boy's mind. you must leave him be so he can think clearly about fleur." father finally stated, mother's shoulders deflating. i scoffed at his words, tears welling up in my eyes.

"and what about how i feel? what if i love the boy?" i asked, lip quivering as i attempted to keep my chin up as i faced father.

"gabrielle has already told us this. you must not." he commanded. my chest ached, and i looked to mother for reassurance. she locked eyes with me for only a moment before looking away.

"he is to wed fleur and that is that." he finished, stomping out of the kitchen.

"i'm sorry." mother whispered, following father. i just stood there for a second, staring at the spot where my 'parents' just stood, tears rapidly falling from my eyes. i looked out the window to see that the game ended, everyone heading back inside. i quickly wiped my tears away before retreating back into ginny's room. there i sat again, on the bed, trying to calm down my emotions to rejoin the group. within minutes, the door creaked open, a head peaking in.

"may i?"

"it's your own room ginny, you don't need to ask permission." the girl walked in softly, lightly shutting the door behind her.

"y'know, she's not good enough for him." i glanced over at her, my eyebrows knotted in confusion.

"as his sister, it is my duty to decide who is the best for him, and it isn't her." she explained. i let out a puff of air.

"if she isn't good enough, then who is?" i asked dejectedly. she was like the trophy at the end of the race; if that wasn't good enough for bill, then what would be?

"you." ginny responded, not a second of hesitation.

"that's all very flattering ginny, but i'm just… not her."

"and that's exactly why." she paused for a second. "you actually have a personality. you have ambitions, goals. you're able to joke around. you're already a part of the family. and i know you won't believe me when i say it, but you're absolutely beautiful. that is the kind of woman my brother should be with, and i won't let him settle for anything less." my heart swelled at her praise.

"thank you ginny" was all i was able to muster, reaching out to hold her hand.

"plus, i actually like you, which is much more than i can say about phlegm."

despite ginny's attempt to raise my spirits, i was still unable to escape my pestering thoughts. i needed air, fresh air. grabbing my coat, i walked through the house, passing the pity-filled glances of fred, george, and ron, and out into the night. i walked down a dirt path, taking me away from the warm house and into the quiet hills. the sound of crickets chirping and the grass rustling filled my ears, helping to drown out the voices in my head. after a while i sat down, looking out at the hills, the trees on the horizon, the stars in the sky. i let the night's calmness wash over me.

that is, until the redhead of the day sat down next to me.

"what do you think about all this?" he asked me quietly, as if he didn't want to disturb my peace. as if his presence alone wouldn't set my brain into a frenzy even on a normal day. i scoffed.

"i'm so perfectly happy for you two and wish you nothing but the best." i told him, my falsely cheery tone not fooling either of us. i got up abruptly, not wanting to hear about him and his bride-to-be.

"wait, fae, no," he started, getting up to follow me. i let out a sarcastic laugh.

"what do you want me to say bill? i mean, merlin, everything was going so well, but then no, pretty little fleur had to pop up and ruin it all. it's her. it's always been her. the spotlight never leaves her perfect little face."

"fae," he attempted to cut me off again, but i continued.

"do you know what it's like? growing up in her shadow? and then for once, finally breaking free of that, finally thinking i could be my own self without being compared to her, without having to compete with her for anything,"

"fae,"

"and you know what? i really really thought that we had something special going on between us,"

"fae,"

"and i was so stupid to think that you could know her and still choose me." he didn't try to say anything this time, and when i turned around to yell at him and tell him off for leading me on and punch him and hate his guts, he grabbed my face in his hands, slightly aggressively, stopping me from continuing.

"it has always been you. never her. why would i go to the shop every day if it wasn't to see your face. merlin knows i don't need to see those other two wankers nearly as much as i do. i come because of you." he told me. it was a confession, a confession that took one weight off of my chest and dumped another one right back in its wake. i felt my body begin to tremble from the anxiousness.

"merlin, now i've gone and made a scene, i'm sorry-"

"hey, it's okay. i'm flattered that i'm worth going all mad over." he grinned cheekily. i rolled my eyes, only a weasley would find it appropriate to joke around at such a moment.

"watch it weaselby, i can hand you off to fleur and my 17th century parents any time i want."

"then do it." he challenged, his arms wrapping tightly around me.

i wrapped my arms just as tightly around him, sinking my head into his chest.

"no, i don't think i will."