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swtki · 4 years

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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dracowars · 4 years

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was gud :) i LOVED your last request, and i can’t believe it was your 1 one - you’re definitely talented!! but i was wondering if you could write smth where y/n has a bruise on her face, bc harry and her had a big fight over draco.. she then tells him (cause he her bf), and draco goes completely crazy, and fights w/ harry in the bathrooms (yk movie typa style) - y/n then thinks that it’s all her fault, after he’s completely bruised and hurt -maybe like a cute fluffy ending? i love what you do xx

guardian | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x gryffindor!reader

word count: 5,0k

summary: where y/n stands up for draco

a/n: thank you for requesting! this got longer than i intended lmao and i changed the plot of the movie a little to fit this one shot! hope you enjoy it <3

warnings: angst, mentions of blood, swearing, also harry is pretty nasty here

universe: harry potter

It is a cold, snowy and wintry day at Hogwarts, snowflakes slowly floating out of the greyish clouds above the already in a thick layer of snow covered castle. Christmas is just around the corner and everyone is looking forward to the Christmas holidays and to being able to calm down from the stressful exam periods for a few weeks with their loved ones. You can't wait any longer either, because this year will be something very special.

This year you invited your boyfriend Draco to spend the festive holiday season with you and your family so that you can finally introduce him to them - not that they don't know already who Draco Lucius Malfoy is. Even if you are a Gryffindor and your family has very different views and values than Draco's, they are still accepting him and ready to welcome him with open, warm arms. Unlike your best friends Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Given that you were sent to Gryffindor in your first year at Hogwarts, it was only a matter of time before you befriend the three of them. In fact, you first were friends with the Harry Potter himself before he introduced you to Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley and he is still one of your best friends until this point in time. However, when you got together with Draco Malfoy, the archenemy of the Golden Trio, they could no longer understand the world. How could someone like you be with someone like him?

Actually, you can't really explain it yourself, but at some point in your fourth year - probably when he asked you to go to the Yule Ball with him - one thing led to another and you found yourself madly in love with the platinum haired boy. Of course you can understand your best friends' view on your boyfriend, they have every reason to not like him, but it still does not give them the right to complain about your relationship over and over again. Instead of helping you with affairs of your and Draco's relationship, they often prefer to ignore you or give the popular answer: 'break up with him then'.

But because they are your closest friends, you (have to) tolerate their behavior, even if it has already caused you numerous sleepless nights. And Draco knows that. He knows how much the friendship with them can hurt you at times, and although he is not really fond of them either, he never once advised you to end your friendship. He is always trying to help you because deep inside he blames himself for making you feel so excluded from them. Because he is your boyfriend.

Several times he has already wondered whether he should break up with you just for the sake of you getting included into their friendship again. But he remained a little selfish and also was not strong enough to do it. He loves you too much.

Today, Harry and Ron made nasty remarks about Draco again right next to you in Potions, without taking into consideration that you were there. Only Hermione didn't get into their conversation and talked to you about the lesson. You don't know if she did it on purpose to distract you, but it luckily worked anyway.

Even so, you are smart enough to know that they talked about it until the end of the class. They talk about him all the time, it seems to have been their number one topic of conversation since the incident.

The incident when you went to the Three Broomsticks together several weeks ago to drink butterbeer and just enjoy yourselves, when you had to watch the poor girl Katie Bell, a Gryffindor from your year, pass out in front of you on the way back to Hogwarts. You helped her immediately and she was taken to the St. Mungo hospital. McGonagall later told you that it was a cursed necklace that was responsible for the accident.

And then it all started.

Harry and Ron were quick to blame Draco for the incident with Katie Bell, even though they had no sufficent proof at all. They were convinced that Draco must have had something to do with it, just because he is Draco Malfoy. And in fact, Draco actually acted strange lately, even towards you, but you would never assume that he would do something so cruel. Their accusions have grown so outrageous that you even had to distance yourself from your once best friends.

Still, you never told Draco about it. You know he would blew up in anger if he knew and since he is acting differently at the moment anyway, you don't want to make him feel even worse. That is why you kept it to yourself until now, to protect him.

After a while, you got closer with, mainly, Hermione again, but the constant reminders of what happened did not stop. Nevertheless you try your best to endure it and that is exactly why you are currently sitting at the Gryffindor table in the festively decorated Great Hall, listening to Harry and Ron's conversation, that, for once, is not about your boyfriend or what he might have done.

At least not until Katie Bell, happy and healthy, suddenly enters the Great Hall again after her absence.

"Harry, over there! Katie Bell is back", Ron whispers and Harry turns around to look for her. Immediately, you lower your fork, that still has food attached to it, and swallow down the lump in your throat, waiting for them to make their next move. To say you have a very bad feeling about this situation is an understatement. "Guys. Let her be, she just arrived-"

"I will go up to her and ask what happened. She will surely confirm that Malfoy gave her the cursed necklace", Harry explains, rudly ignoring your comment while already standing up. Before he leaves, Harry gives you a look that says something in the lines of 'i'll prove to you who you got involved with'.

With tension and anger slowly building up inside of you, because he just won't let it go, you can only watch Harry go away and confront Katie. From her gestures you absoultely can't tell what she is telling your 'best friend', you can only hope that she tells the truth and that it wasn't Draco.

Speaking of which, right in this moment Draco enters the Great Hall and unintentionally walks straight towards Harry, who has just finished his conversation with the victim and doesn't even come back to your table but directly walks in Draco's direction. Draco, realizing that something is wrong, turns around and leaves the hall as quickly as he entered it.

With a jolt you get up from the table, accidentally throwing down your fork to the ground, and run out of the Great Hall, following them. You don't know what Katie told Harry, but it can't be something good considering the look that you saw on Harry's face.

"Harry!", you loudly yell at him when you finally catch up to him in a long, empty hallway with no sign of Draco anywhere. You stop Harry from going further by grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back. "Stop chasing him, please. Draco has nothing to do with this", you try to convince him, even though you don't even know what Katie told him, and thoughts, thoughts that should not be there and not even exist, creep into your mind slowly but surely. Thoughts that Draco might actually have something to do with it after all.

"Why are you still protecting him, Y/N?! He cursed Katie Bell, maybe even wanted to kill her and you still don't want me to follow him just because you are so blind of love that you don't even notice the monster that he is?", Harry angrily spats out, pointing his wand at you, which he had already drawn out of his pocket while he was running before. Feeling uncomfortable with a wand so close to your face, you furiously slap it away with your hand.

"Don't you dare to ever talk about him like that again", you threaten Harry, grinding your teeth and clenching your fist in an attempt to not do something any second that you would probably regret. "He is and always will be a ruthless Malfoy, Y/N. So stop playing dumb. We both know that he did it", Harry responds, accompanied by a disappointed shake of his head.

"Do you have any evidence?", you ask, expectantly cocking your eyebrow at him. You don't really want to know if he does because if he really does, it will surely break your heart into pieces. "What evidence does it still need for you to finally understand?", Harry huffs out annoyed. "There is no point in discussing with you anyway. I just want to talk to your boyfriend, so if you would excuse me now."

Without waiting for your answer, he continues to run through the corridor quickly, but the anger in your veins has now become so great that you follow him instantly and, this time more roughly, grab him by the wrist, bringing him to a halt. When he removes his hand from your grip angrily, he accidentally hits you directly in the face, which is why you stumble back a few steps.

Shocked, you cover your face with your hands, trying to hold back the tears in your eyes that form from the stinging pain. Not only do you seem shocked, but Harry himself too. Slowly you remove your trembling hands, only to discover a thick red substance on it. Your stomach makes a flip at the sight. Harry hit you with so much force that your nose is bleeding.

"Y-Y/N. I didn't mean to-", he stumbles over his words, trying to make up for what he did only seconds ago. But maybe this was the one action that you needed to realize what kind of a 'best friend' you have.

Or had.

"You didn't mean to?!", you scoff, trying your best to stop the blood from flooding out of your nostrils. "So this was not what you wanted to do for a long time, huh? Did you not even realize how much you and your antics hurt me already? You always think you know everything better and act like the hero everyone has been waiting for when you should really think about whether you are the actual monster here, Potter."

And with these hurtful words you turn around on your heel and go look out for Draco by yourself, not caring what Harry has to say. Most of all, you wish to never have to exchange a word with him in your life ever again.

Still angry, you stomp through the lonely corridors on your own, hoping to find your boyfriend soon, especially before Harry does. On your way you notice that the blood is already dripping to the ground and thus you are trailing a trail of blood drops behind you. You are just about to wipe the blood off with the back of your hand when you suddenly hear crying echoing through the empty hallway. Without hesitation, you run in the direction of the suppressed sobs that are getting louder and louder the closer you get until you eventually stop in front of the boys bathroom.

You wipe your face with your hand once and crack open the door a tiny bit to be able to get a glimpse inside the room. The bathroom is quite dark and cold and your gaze directly falls onto a figure leaning against one of the sinks, sobbing bitterly. His entire body is shaking from crying, your heart breaking at the sight, and you can see the knuckles on his fragile hands turn white as his grip tightens on the edge of the sink.

"Draco?", you whisper as quietly as possible to not scare him, your voice only inches away from breaking at the sight you are seeing in front of you. He always portrays himself as strong and proud when in reality he is breaking inside. His head snaps up instantly, looking at you standing behind him through the dirty mirror, defintely not expecting you here.

Draco turns around to face you, his shoulders hanging low as he so badly trys to stifle his sobs, not wanting to show him his weak side. Only now you notice the deep dark circles under his beautiful eyes - which have also lost their shimmer - and how emaciated his face is, how thin his entire body has become. Trying not to cry yourself because of the horrible sight, you slowly walk towards him, picking up his sweater he threw on the floor. As soon as you stand in front of him, you carefully take one of his trembling hands in yours, neither of you saying a word.

Your hand gently strokes up his arm until you reach his shoulder and you then place your hand on his neck. You look deep into his eyes, which suddenly seem so helpless and anxious. "I haven't seen you in days.. You look terrible, Draco", you softly pout at him, brushing a tear from his cheek.

"It wasn't me, Y/N. No matter what they say, it really was not me", Draco whimpers silently, taking your hand that previously was on his neck in his, pressing it against his chest, right at the place where his fast pounding heart beats against his skin. His sad eyes, filled with so much pain, seek eye contact with you, his face taking a desperate posture, scared about what will happen. Scared that you will not believe him. "I have been doing a lot of very very bad things lately, but I really did not do anything to that girl. You have to believe me, Y/N! I would never-"

"I believe you, Draco", you interupt him with a reassuring smile, glad that he opend up to you even if it was just a tiny bit, and move a little closer to him, gaze focused on your intertwined hands. "I will always believe you, baby. It hurts me to see you like this."

"You were not supposed to ever see me like this", Draco confesses, lowering his head in defeat. You gently place your hand on his jawline and and lead his face to look at you. "Don't say something like that. We all are allowed to sometimes let down our guard, even a Draco Malfoy is allowed to do so. You can't always be strong. And even if you are hiding something from me, I know that you have a plausible reason for it. Because I trust you, Draco. With my life", you explain, smoothly placing a kiss on his tear stained cheek.

Despite your statement that was supposed to soothe his tense posture, worry, that you can easily identify, creeps into his pale face. Contrary to what you expect - that he is still worried about you not believing him -however, this concern applies to you. "You're bleeding, Y/N!", Draco realizes, frightened, and his cold hands cup your face immediately, examining your face in the most precise way.

Since you have totally forgotten about both your nosebleed and the half-dried blood on your hands, your breath hitches as his thumb lightly brushes your nose. Draco's previously white long-sleeved shirt has blood stains all over it now, as does his sweater that you are still holding in one of your hands. "What happened?", Draco asks with concern in his broken voice as you wipe away the blood with the back of your hand one more time.

While you are looking for a suitable answer and the right words, Draco gets you a towel to prevent the blood from running down your chin. Carefully, he dabs it over the lower part of your face while you convulsively grimace. "When.. when you ran out of the Great Hall after seeing Harry and Katie Bell talk, Harry followed you straight away, but I couldn't let him hurt you or do anything to you, so I went after him. I wanted to stop him and, well, he hit me right in the face with his hand", you describe what happend and Draco's expression that was still worried a few seconds ago suddenly turns into one of pure anger.

"He did what?", he spits out, clenching his fists. "Draco, please. I don't think he did it on purpose, but it finally showed me what kind of friends I have. Don't worry, it is not as bad as it looks like", you give him a loving smile, but even that does not seem to calm him down at all. "Not as bad as it looks?! He hit you bloody, Y/N! He is pathetic if he thinks that he will get away with it that easily. No, not with me. I'm going to find this bastard now and teach him a lesson, once and for all", Draco rages, his jaw clenched as he passes you and goes to the door.

You quickly grab his arm and prevent him from leaving when suddenly said person steps through the door to the bathroom. Draco's muscles tense under your grip. "You!", he yells at Harry immediately, jumping towards him but being held back by you. "You hexed her, didn't you? Why did you curse Katie Bell, Malfoy? What the hell are you up to again?", Harry confronts him, his brows furrowed.

"What did you do to my girlfriend, Potter?! Who do you think you are?", Draco immediately counters and tightly grabs Harry by the collar with his free hand. "I swear to Merlin, I will kill you."

Everything happens so quickly that you don't even realize it at first. Harry throws himself on Draco, who has broken out of your grip, hitting im with his fist directly in the face several times before Draco gains the upper hand and manages to kick Harry off of him, who slams on the floor with a cry. "Stop it you two! Do you want to kill yourselves?!", you step in, but Draco quickly gets up and pushes you to the side.

"Get out of here, Y/N. Now!", he orders, but you don't even think of leaving the two of them alone here. When Harry has straightend up again as well, they both have their wand in their hand, ready to fight. "Now it is time to show what the Chosen One is capable of", Draco provokes and shortly afterwards a red spell is already shooting in his direction. Draco skilfully evades the Expelliarmus spell and uses his own on Harry, also missing his target by a few inches.

"You have no chance against me, Malfoy", Harry mentions before attacking again, this time using Expulso. Draco dodges the spell which then hits the mirrors right between you and him, shattering them into a thousand pieces, the explosion throwing you to the ground. The floor of the room fills with water because the sinks were also damaged and Draco hastily pulls you out of the puddle. "Stay behind me", he quietly tells you, shooting at Harry who takes cover behind the toilet cabin.

For a moment, you do not hear any sound from his direction anymore. Draco's and your quick breath and the running water echo around the cold room. You cling more onto his arm, seeking protection, as you hear Harry's steps in the water. Draco immediately pulls you behind him, finding cover. Carefully, he looks around the corner, only to see Harry at the other end.

In the meantime you have also taken out your wand and listen closely to be able to locate Harry's exact position. Draco kneels down on the wet floor and looks under the cubicles, discovers Harry's feet on the other side and shoots Expulso at him. One of the toilets and cabins breaks under the impact of the spell and more water comes flooding onto the ground.

Draco and you quietly take a step forward to face Harry, but as soon as you do, a curse that you have never heard before flies into your direction. Draco stands in front of you to protect you and gets hit by the spell, stumbling back a few steps before falling to the floor with a splash. A loud scream escapes your throat and you manage to disarm Harry with Expelliarmus.

Whimpering, Draco lies on the floor covered in blood, the water around him turning a dark red color. With a cry you fall on your knees and crawl over to his trembling figure, carefully placing his head on your lap and holding his face in your hands. His body twitches at the pain emanating from the wounds that appear as if they have been slashed with a sword, and his lips quiver, emitting suffering noises.

"No, no, no, no! Look at me, baby. It will be alright, okay? We will fix it", you sob, caressing his cheek with your thumb as tears stream down your face. A shadow covers you as Harry slowly walks towards you. "What did you do? What kind of curse was that, Harry?! Undo it. Now!", you yell at him, your crying only getting worse. Shock and regret are written on his face, his gaze switching to Draco, who is suffering terribly. "Sectumsempra", Harry says in not more than a whisper. He himself does not know what he has done and shakes his head in disbelief, suddenly turning away from you and then he just runs out of the flodded bathroom.

"Come back, you coward! You can't just leave me here!", you shout after him, without succes. He is already gone.

While still holding Draco in your arms, you quickly look around for your wand, which lays in the water a few meters away from you. You carefully stretch in its direction and get hold of it. "Episkey", you whisper repeatedly, trying to stop Draco's bleeding, but to no avail. "HELP! Please, I need help. Someone has to help me", you yell as loud as you can, hopefully drawing someone's attention to you. Draco's breathing becomes faster and more irregular by every second that passes, his body trembling under your touch.

"Hold on, Draco. I will fix this, just stay with me, okay?", you assure him, but slowly lose hope yourself since all of the healing spells you have ever learned are unsuccessful. "I am so sorry..", you cry out, your forehead gently touching his. Now, all you can hear are your sobs and Draco's painful whimpers.

And footsteps.

"What happened here?", Professor Snape suddenly appears in the room, his eyes growing wide at the sight of the young and badly hurt Malfoy in your arms. "P-Potter.. He-", you try to explain but Snape shoves you to the side ungently, taking a closer look at Draco's injuries. He takes out his wand right away and runs the tip over Draco's wounded torso.

"Vulnera Salentur", Snape speaks to himself and you watch the puddle of blood that had formed around Draco's almost lifeless body disappear, as do the blood stains on his white shirt. Except those made of your blood.

His breathing regulates itself again and not waiting one more second, Professor Snape picks him up and directly heads to the door. You quickly follow him without saying a word, just sobbing to yourself all the way to the hospital wing. However, before you can go inside, you are stopped by Madam Pomfrey and can only watch Snape laying down Draco on one of the hospital beds before the door closes in front of you.

Heavily crying you lean against the wall with your back next to the door and let yourself sink to the floor, your knees drawn to your body and your forehead on top of them. Your small figure permeated by your bitter sobs, you don't even notice when the door opens after a few minutes and Snape stands in front of you. "Ms. Y/L/N", he clears his throat, your head shooting up in shock while tears run down your cheeks like waterfalls.

"Will he be okay?", you poud, wiping some of your tears away while standing up. "We assume. He needs a lot of rest", he explains and you nod in approval, sinking down your head. "I won't even bother to ask what happened. But you may want to get treated as well", he adds, pointing to the dried blood that is smeared over your face and hands. "Thank you, Professor, but I would rather stay here and wait", you answer in a sad voice.

"Then why out here?", Snape asks reproachfully, cocking an eyebrow. Confusion written all over your face you stare at him, not understand at all what he is pointing at, and he just crosses his arms with a sigh. "I told Madam Pomfrey about you and your relationship to Mr. Malfoy. She allows you to stay with him as long as you stay quiet", he explains. "O-Of course! I will not make any noise", you assure him and with a nod he leads you into the hospital wing.

Draco is lying on a white hospital bed with closed eyes, the blanket pulled up to his chin, only his head peeking out from underneath. Madam Pomfrey eyes you suspiciously, but still points to a chair next to the bed which you are supposed to sit on. You sit close to the bed and look at Draco with sad eyes, your tears still finding their way over your already damped cheeks. There are bluish purple spots on his face, the result of Harry's punches, and his lip has been treated where it was split open.

"He should regain consciousness soon. I have never treated a student who was under the Sectumsempra curse before. Let us hope for the best", says Madam Pomfrey as she clears some medical bottles from a small table next to you. "You are lucky that Professor Snape was there."

"Thank you, Professor. For everything", you sniff and give him the best warm smile you can manage right now. Snape seems quite surprised at your words, but then nods before leaving the room. Madam Pomfrey also leaves you and Draco alone for now.

The longer you look at Draco and his current condition, the worse the guilt builds up inside of you. You gently touch his forehead with your tembling hand and brush a platinum blonde strand from his face. "It's all my fault", you cry and search for his hand under the covers, which you then carefully take into yours. "I'm so sorry, Draco."

Dejected and overwhelmed by guilt, you drop your head and cry relentlessly, your sobs giving the empty room a sorrowful atmosphere. Suddenly, you feel pressure on your hand and look up. Draco's eyelids twitching lightly before his eyes slowly flutter open, his gaze meeting yours. "Hey, darling. What's wrong?", he asks in a hoarse voice, worry spreading over his features.

"You are awake!", you say, even more tears running down your cheeks. "I was so scared, Draco", you sob and he puts his hand on your cheek with a soft smile on his lips. "Look, I'm fine now, Y/N. You don't need to worry anymore", he tries to cheer you up even though you both perfectly know that he is not fine yet.

"If it hadn't been for me, none of this would have happened. And then I couldn't even help you and there was blood everywhere, your blood, and-", you ramble but his index finger on your trembling lips stops you from doing so. "There is no way that it is your fault, sweetheart. If anyone is to blame, it is Potter", he denies your statement. "B-But you could have die-"

"Stop it, Y/N! If anything, you saved my life. And I would do the same for you. I would go through this pain over and over again if it means that I can protect you", he states and you fall into his arms, his eyes now full of tears as well because in his eyes it looks like you have suffered a lot more than him. All the blood that is still covering your soaked clothes, your hands and your face, shows him that you are in a just as bad of a condition as he is.

"Don't cry because of me. I'm not worth your precious tears, sweetheart", he claims while giving you a tired smile. "I should have never trusted Harry. I didn't know that you could be so wrong about a person", you apologize again. "I can't believe I was so stupid!"

Draco, sensing your building up feelings of guilt, tries to sit up a bit but abruptly stops in his movement, hissing in pain. Alarmed, you get up and gently push him back into the mattress. "Does it still hurt? Should I let Madam Pomfrey know?", you ask worriedly and smooth the covers over his so fragile looking body. In your mind already on the way to Madam Pomfrey, Draco only shakes his head in disapproval. "No, I'm fine. Just a little bit sore, that's all", he genuinely smiles at you, grabbing your hand to pull you closer to him.

Your faces only inches away now you stare into his grey eyes while they roam over your face. "How is your nose?", he asks and his fingers, which found their way to your cheek earlier, lightly brush over the bridge of your nose. His questions makes you huff out and you move away, your cheeks turning in a slightly tint of red. "That is not important right now, Draco. You getting well again is much more important than my nose", you roll your eyes because he is still not paying attention to his own condition that is much worse than yours.

"Not for me", his stubborn self answers, pouding like a child. And before you know it he pulls you back and connects your lips in a loving and cheering kiss. A soft kiss to thank each other for being the other's guardian.

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Hi! I love your writing and your blog, I was wondering if you would write a second part for "and he loved you back" following the rest of events + a little epilogue when they are already married with kids? But just if you want! I just loved those headcanons so much, thank you! ❤️

Harry Potter x Gryffindor!Muggleborn!Reader

Summary: You and Harry are officially together (ish) but war can get in the way, though it can’t stop your happy ending

Word Count: 4367

Warnings: mentions of scars, torture, starvation, and war

I may have gotten carried away again, and I also may have added a few tweaks on the storyline because I believe in second chances and people being alive :)

Part I: And He Loved You Back

after you went back to school for the rest of 6th year, you and harry were back on your bullshit

joking around and being together

but in the happiness of the moment

you never really discussed

what

exactly

you

were

so you were in that weird gray area of bf/gf or just flirting???

everyone thought you were just getting over an argument because this is how you always were with each other

then

after a spectacular quidditch win

right in the middle of the common room party

you kissed

every

single

person

watched

but it wasn’t like it was an important kiss, you’d been stealing kisses here and there since your night on the couch so it wasn’t anything big

though little colin

(who wasn’t very young anymore)

snapped a quick picture

he gave copies to you both that morning in the common room

yours was put in your pocket every day, no matter where you went

it was your favorite picture ever

the year remained pretty neutral

until

dumbledore died

you, ron, hermione, and others that were in dumbledore’s army were trying to fight off death eaters with the order of phoenix

it was terrifying

you were cornered by a wild woman with even wilder hair

she looked deranged and it wasn’t until she was standing over you with a wand pointed to your face that you realized

that was bellatrix lestrange

you knew she was at the department of mysteries with you all

but you never tried to remember her face

neville blasted her off you

you almost cried in relief

you hugged neville really tight when the hallway cleared out

he was so awkward but it was ok

then you sprinted off to find harry

he was crying over dumbledore’s body

you’d never been emotionally close to the headmaster

so his death wasn’t too life-altering to you

i mean nobody was safe anymore

but you didn’t feel like you were losing a friend

you were dragging harry away from him

when he saw snape

who he chased after

and got knocked down

multiple times

then bellatrix decided to make matters worse

and use the cruciatus curse

and we can’t have that now can we

so while she was being yelled at by snape for trying to get harry

you shot your own little curse at the mad woman

and you

sort of

kind of

maybe

used the cruciatus curse right back at her

oopsie

her screams of agony were what brought the other death eaters to turn around

and even though you were the one to cast the spell

you were the most shocked that you did it

your anger at her for hurting harry had controlled your feelings

you didn’t even know you knew how to do the spell

you just did it

and then one by one the death eaters started disapparating

and one whispered into snapes ear before disapparating himself

and snape strolled up to you and harry

you were defensively standing in front of harry, who was still in a great deal of pain

snape grabbed your arm tightly and disapparated

with you

harry screamed your name

but you weren’t there to hear it

you were being dragged into voldy’s headquarters

the malfoy manor

you were sick of those dumbass blond boys

utterly sick of them

you were oh so kindly greeted by a variety of death eaters, including, but not limited to:

snape

bellatrix

big malfoy

little malfoy

a man you assumed to be fenrir greyback

two other scary looking men you’d seen on wanted posters a time or two

and

the man of the year

old voldy toes

your wand was taken out of your hand with more aggression than necessary

and you were trying to stand up with the best posture you could muster

but you hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning and had gone through a lot in the past two hours

so it was a bit hard to maintain confidence

and consciousness

when you were being swarmed by scary adults

and you just got the ability to use magic outside of school

it just didn’t seem fair

but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it when there was a creepy, snakelike voice

“go on, bella”

then a high pitched giggle was heard before the world went fuzzy

you felt like there were a million pins sticking into every pore on your body

and you heard screaming

it sounded distant

but it was you

you were writhing on the floor screaming louder than gryffindors after a quidditch match win

after the third round of her torture,

you were laying on your back

clutching your head

trying to bang it on the floor

as if that would stop the pain

bellatrix stopped after because what was the point in torture if they died before it began?

so you were aggressively carried/thrown down to the cellar

it was dirty and gross and was barely lit

but you didn’t regain consciousness long enough to really survey the room

and that’s where you stayed for the next few days

you could barely stand the first day

your head was bleeding and your muscles felt more worn out then ever

blinking seemed like too hard a task

your vision still felt fuzzy

after the third day, you could move all your fingers individually at will again

which was more of an accomplishment than you would think

and then you realized

there was an odd bulge in your jean pocket

it was a crumpled piece of paper

but not just any paper

it was a picture

an amazingly wonderful picture

the wonderful gryffindor common room in all its glory

and right in the center

drawing the most attention

was you and harry

sharing your first public kiss

and you wondered if he was looking at the picture too

you wondered if he was looking for you

a part of you didn’t want him to find you because you didn’t want him to be subject to the same torture you had

and you cried quietly that night

you couldn’t stop

you were slumped against a dirty cement wall, tired and hungry and thirsty and you couldn’t stop crying

apparently your sobs were louder than you thought

because you could hear the stomping of someone’s feet on the stairs

you tried to stop crying and tried to hide the photo back in your pocket before the person got to the creepy door/gate thing

but you were still sniffling and you couldn’t get the photo back in your pocket while sitting down

and when you saw the platinum blond hair outside the gate, you tried to shove it into your pocket faster

he opened the door quietly and made eye contact with you before slowly walking towards you

you looked back down, not wanting to look him in the eye

until you saw a shiny, green apple to your left

slowly, you looked up and saw draco handing you an apple, pity in his eyes

you took it cautiously and he turned and walked away, back to the entrance

he looked over his shoulder once again

you were staring at him, eyebrows scrunched together

he mouthed two words before locking the door and going back upstairs

“i’m sorry”

the days went on

every once and a while, when bella was feeling particularly aggravated or thought you looked a bit too happy, she would torture you a bit

the day when she found the photo in your pocket was the worst

she craved the word “mudblood” into your arm

so now you had a werewolf scar and umbridge’s “i must respect my superriors” on your left arm and the messy carving of “mudblood” on your right

it went on for almost seven months before you finally gained a bit of hope

you were with the company of luna lovegood, ollivander, and a particularly crabby goblin

but one day, when you expected the same routine of one of you guys being pulled from the dungeon to be questioned or tortured

(though those were basically the same thing)

you heard bellatrix’s cackling before anything else

then some yelling

then a name

harry potter

your heart twisted in both longing and regret

he was here, but at what cost?

there was no telling how this would play out

voldy has been trying to kill him since he was born but harry had a knack for getting out of sticky situations

meanwhile, upstairs, harry was on his knees, ron and hermione were being held back, and draco was more conflicted then he ever had been

he knew it was harry

it was more obvious than the fact that he, himself had platinum blond hair

but he got flickers and memories every time he blinked

he saw the way you would clutch onto your picture when he would bring you an apple or a small piece of chicken from dinner

how sad you looked when you were writhing on his living room floor while being tortured

how, after christmas break during sixth year, you both looked absolutely unbothered by any upcoming war or disaster when you were in one another’s company

so he stalled

he knew that granger was smart

he knew that ron and harry had a strange way of getting out of trouble

so he waited for any of them to make a move

to do something so he wouldn’t have to

but the distraction came from the snatchers, though it did buy some time regardless

and as harry and ron were struggling to resist against being pushed down the stairs, draco felt a small pinch on his heart as he knew that harry and you would be reunited

you were laying against the wall, tired but not sleeping

sleeping during the day was like insulting bellatrix right to her face, and sleeping at night was almost as terrifying

but suddenly, you didn’t feel so tired anymore

because you saw it

the bright red hair that could only belong to a weasley

and with the mention of potter you heard echo through the house

it could only mean one thing

so the second the door was shut and nobody was left on the stairs, you stood up as quick as you could, not that it was very fast with the lack of food and sleep you’d had

but the sound of your footsteps caused harry--

who, no offense to him, looked hideously deformed--

to turn around

and he swears to this day that he could have cried in that very moment at the sight of your thinning body wobbling towards his, tears in your eyes, and arms reached out to him as he ran faster than when he was being chased by snatchers, just to hold you tight as possible in his arms

the sweet moment, however, was interrupted by hermione’s screaming, pulling a pitiful whisper of “no” from your lips

ron was banging on the gate and screaming for hermione, so was harry, but he was also switching between looking up the stairs and staring at you

it took a while, and a little help from dobby, but you all got out of the cellar and were in a kind of battle with the death eaters upstairs

you were barely able to do anything, given your wand was in the possession of one of the death eaters since you’d been there, and there was no way you were any good at wandless magic

but nothing seemed to hit you

and then you realized

while everyone was fighting each other

without the other knowing, both harry and draco had been taking turns sending defensive spells to whoever targeted you

hermione was in bellatrix’s grasp and there was a squeaking sound before dobby had released the chandelier, and you had sprinted to hermione to push her away

you both barely made it out from under the broken chandelier, and your legs were on fire from using them so vigorously after barely standing for the past few months

but you were all safe, and dobby had gotten you, hermione, harry, and ron into a cluster to disapparate, when two things were thrown at you before you could get away

a knife, thrown by bellatrix, was lodged into dobby’s stomach when you got away, sadly killing the sweet house elf

the second object, a wand, your wand, was laying on the sand beside you all

draco had had your wand and thrown it to you before you escaped

that night was rough

you were helping hermione, because you knew that the pain didn’t really go away after the spell stopped,

it lingered and it didn’t feel like you were in your own body

you also made light of the carving that now graced both of your arms, yours was more healed over, of course, but the discoloration and raised skin still stuck out like a sore thumb

hermione fell asleep quickly that night, the mental and physical exhaustion and having a comfy bed again mixed and she was out like a light

you, however, were in the living room with harry, each of you talking about how your past seven months had been without the other

you sat with your back pressed into harry’s chest as he ran his fingers along your arms and shoulders

you were freshly showered for the first time in a while and you were in one of bill’s classic weasley sweaters and fleur’s sweatpants and fluffy socks and couldn't have been anymore comfy than you were in that moment

harry held you tighter when you talked about bellatrix

he loosened his grip when you talked about luna and ollivander

he felt a pang in his heart when he heard that you had looked at the picture frequently, just as he had done while with hermione and ron

he wasn’t sure how to feel when you talked about how kind draco was, how he was genuinely scared

he didn’t like draco but he was also glad that he had given you food and a bit of company or hope while you were stuck there

he felt happier than ever when you had fallen asleep in his arms, steady breathing lulling him to sleep as well

you weren’t allowed to go to the ministry with them, because you were still too malnourished and bill, who was more like his mother than he cared to admit, outright refused to let you do anything but eat homemade soup and lay on the couch with a book

you were grateful for his kindness but also anxious to know how harry was

you’d felt good as new after a day, thanks to fleur, who was really extremely talented at healing potions

the order was called to hogwarts to aid harry, and of course you weren’t technically part of the order, but you were good as

so as you all made your dramatic entrance, harry had a gleam of pride in his eyes as he looked at you, standing tall and with a dangerous glare that made him feel lucky you were fighting on the same side

the fighting began before you could realize

you had gone with fred, george, and percy to the courtyards, protecting any younger students who were still there or anyone else on their side

while fighting, you and george had taken one end of the courtyard and percy and fred had taken the other end

you had a twisting feeling erupt in your stomach, not the one that was there before, but now it was worry for something about to happen

and that’s when you saw the wall start to collapse right over fred and percy

“aresto momentum!”

the words came before you even realized, and the bricks were hovering over fred and percy as they ran towards you and george, then the bricks fell as you took your wand away

you felt more relieved than ever, until everything died down a bit and you made your way back to the great hall and saw the true destruction

you saw professor lupin and his wife, tonks

you saw poor colin creevy who, albeit being a little annoying, had a soft spot in your heart after he gave you your favorite picture

you saw lavender brown, who annoyed the living hell out of you, but never deserved to die

you grabbed harry’s hand when he came into the hall, scared he would all of a sudden drop dead too

and when harry said he was actually going to meet voldemort in the woods, you were going to be the reason he dropped dead

but you couldn’t truly stop him because it was his choice, so you told him everything

“i love you, and i know you know that, but it’s important that you go into this knowing that everyone here isn’t getting hurt because of you, they’re getting hurt because the cause is important, and you may not believe it, but everyone here cares about you. i care about you and i can’t lose you, too, h. please be cautious and safe and, if you can help it, don’t leave me.”

“marry me.”

“excuse me?”

“when i get back, marry me. that’s how i want the rest of my life to go, so marry me and we can live in a small house, or a big house if you want, and we can have a family-- or not, whatever you want-- but i want to be with you forever, so when i get back, let’s get married”

“of course, when you get back, i will marry you, harry”

“i love you”

“i love you as well”

so harry set off with a light ignited in his heart as he walked to what would surely be his last breath

and it wasn’t until students and order members were standing around the courtyard watching as voldemort and his army were walking with hagrid, who was carrying something

that something turned out to be a dead harry potter

you were standing in the crowd between with the twins to your left and draco malfoy to your right

your heart broke and you decided that nothing would feel as dreadful as this moment

as voldemort was making his official speech as if it would encourage everyone who had just been fighting him that they wanted to do a full 180, a certain long-haired blond began calling over draco

draco looked close to tears as you inched closer and closer to him

his dad was begging him to come across the courtyard to the death eater side and draco took a single step forward before you grabbed his elbow

he hadn’t been paying attention to anything but his father and the stares of the students

your grasp on his arm startled him

you raised your eyebrows at him as if saying “this is your choice, not his”

and that was all he needed

draco needed someone to see the good in him, to tell him that there were people who cared for him beyond whatever use he may serve as a weapon or soldier

he needed a real friend

he needed you

and so he didn’t move

and neville made his grand speech

and harry potter lept out of hagrid’s arms

and the war commenced, ending quite sooner than anyone had thought

once their leader was dead, the death eaters seemed to realize it was a losing battle

so the order and the students were all rallied in the great hall, the hallways, and sparsely in the courtyards

narcissa, who seemed to be the only one dressed in black robes at the castle, was looking for her son when she ran into you

“i’m sorry dear-” she apologised as she ran into you

“you’re fine,” you stopped when you realize who it was “draco is in the great hall, had a scratch or something so he’s getting checked”

“thank you” she hugged you as tight as she could, and you could feel the tears on your neck as she held you close “i’m so sorry and i couldn’t be happier that you stopped him from coming over, i couldn’t bare-- i don’t want him to be hurt--”

“i understand, mrs. malfoy”

“narcissa”

“ok, well he’s probably waiting for you, so,”

“oh, yes, well thank you darling,”

“it was no big deal. everyone deserves a second chance,”

you had made your way to harry, who was standing with the weasleys, and you kissed him like you had never done before

it was almost better than your first and almost as magical as the one in the common room

“so…” harry blushed

“so… i guess we’re getting married!”

you embraced once more, holding onto each other for dear life

it was barely two months after the war when harry finally told you about remus and tonks making him the godfather of their son, edward remus, and that he’d been staying with tonk’s mom, andromeda

harry wanted to make the young boy’s life better than his own

not that he had any doubt of adromeda being an amazing mother, but she had already raised a child, and didn’t need to start over again

you both relieved andromeda of her duties and kept young teddy with you full time

neither of you were too eager to get a job just yet, as harry could do basically anything he wanted, and you, while not being the best student or anything, were insured a job at weasley’s wizard wheezes once you felt like it

you both got married in the fall, outside the burrow

you wore a simple, lacy gown, and harry wore a simple set of dress robes

everyone wore casual clothes, as it was a very, very small wedding, including only the weasley family, ron, hermione, a few other gryffindors from school, and the malfoys

just draco and narcissa

who had only showed at the reception, as they didn’t want to intrude, even though they were invited

it was a little tense

but everyone knew that draco was on their side from the little thing at the battle of hogwarts

you and harry were happier than ever

you had two more kids besides teddy, who you loved like your own son

(and how that boy ended up being exactly like remus without ever truly meeting him, you both will never know)

your other children, twins, were james sirius and lily minerva

of course you don't name them after a teacher who bullied his students and a headmaster who didn’t do what was best for anybody

who would do that?

it’s just stupid???

ron and hermione had rose and hugo and lived close to the burrow

fred had never married, claiming that he was built to be the fun uncle to every niece and nephew

which he did flawlessly

a little recklessly...

but that was good ‘ol uncle fred

george and angelina had two children, fred and roxanne

the entire weasley family believes that george named his son fred just to cause a little more chaos during holidays

luna and ginny had gotten together about six years after the battle, living together for three of them, and molly wondered how she didn’t figure it out sooner

neville, along with harry, worked at hogwarts teaching

neville taught herbology and became gryffindor’s head of house after mcgonagall had decided that being both transfiguration and head of house was too stressful

harry took up the post of dada professor, in which he taught with remus in mind

you had gone on to work with fred and george in the joke shop when you could, along with working on products at home when you had to watch the kids

you still kept in close touch with draco malfoy, who had married a girl in the year below you, astoria, and had a son, scorpius

you made sure to meet up as often as possible, especially since your children were close in age

draco had become the potions professor at hogwarts, and was actually a favorite to most students, given he was an amazingly intelligent man and held kindness and compassion to the younger kids, making sure they all knew they had choices on who they were in life

you would visit the castle frequently once your kids all got out of the house

while you still had fred and george at work and the others to talk to sometimes, it got lonely in the big house that was usually filled with noise

you would go to the castle and sit in a student’s desk while mcgonagall taught, waiting for her to notice you

which she did, every time, as it seemed age never brought her personality down a bit

you would chat with neville and draco on their breaks, and you always went down to see hagrid when you were there, enjoying his big, bad, teddy bear persona

and you loved to watch harry teach, because he was so in his element that it made you feel a deep-rooted sense of happiness just being around him

and you made sure to come around every year, around the week before christmas break started, and you and harry would share stories of the war with the sixth and seventh years who were curious

but your favorite part of the trips to hogwarts was embarrassing your children, just as god intended

you would wave to and sit with teddy at the hufflepuff table and share stories that made his face turn as pink as his hair

you would go up to the twins, who had both been sorted into gryffindor, and pinch their cheeks and somehow mention the fact that you had baby pictures of them in the bath together

life was peaceful now

you still had the scars from your teenage years

and harry still had his lightning bolt scar on his forehead

but he was never mentioned as “harry potter: the boy who lived” anymore

he was now “cool professor potter”

and, occasionally, if a student was annoyed, they would call him “y/n l/n’s husband or whatever” (a nickname started by teddy lupin himself)

their life was small, and filled with gory details, but they wouldn’t change it for the world

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #weasley twins x reader #headcannon #harry potter fluff #harry potter headcannon #weasley twins #golden trio #reader insert #x reader #muggleborn!reader #muggleborn #gryffindor #gryffindor!reader #hp #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x platonic!reader

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habibialkaysani · 5 years

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harry potter + gayness ratings

so I've been doing a hp reread the last week or so. I'm on the goblet of fire and I figured it was time to look at all the hidden subtextual (and therefore the last thing from intentional from she who must not be named) homoeroticism in the books I've read so far:

harry potter and the philosopher's stone - 2/10, pretty much zilch as harry was still smol and therefore didn’t really understand his feelings at all (not that he got much better at that later on lol), but I'll give a couple points for harry and ron because their friendship at least started here

harry potter and the chamber of secrets - 3/10, nothing really springs to mind except ron being fiercely protective of his bff MY DUDES I HAVE FAILED MY OWN FANDOM how could I forget the whole “scared, potter?” “you wish” moment??? or just generally how harry and draco are archenemies aged just 12 years old?? for realsies tho that moment in the books and the films was one of the few things that I think was done justice. 5/10

harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban - 7/10, now we're talking. this was the one that made me glad I was doing a reread (the first two, while enjoyable, felt a bit predictable, possibly because I have watched those movies so many times), and the moments with remus and sirius being unflinchingly loyal to their bf james and rightly berating peter for not dying for him the way both of them would have - showstopping. I'm just sad they only hugged when they reunited but hey this is you-know-who after all - and no, I don’t mean voldy-shorts. and I felt like drowning in my own tears at “not at all, padfoot, old friend” and good god now I want to either read or write marauder fic. I will have to dig up some of my old faves at some point soon.

also!!! ron with his whole “if you’re going to kill harry you’ll have to kill us too” - this is the kind of RIDE OR DIE person I need in my life one day - girls only tho lol.

harry potter and the goblet of fire - 12/10, omg. omg omg omg. I haven’t even finished it yet but here’s a quick list of what I have so far:

harry meeting bill and immediately realising he’s got a crush on him (”bill was - there was no other word for it - cool”).

also I always felt like bill radiated bi energy with that long hair and earring combo amirite

fred and george legit say to harry that they’re sure percy is gonna pop the question soon to barty crouch, which aside from being rather funny also reminds me of the fact that there are a fair few jokes of this vein that I might have missed in past books - tho I still find it hilarious that crouch calls percy weatherby, lolol

so! many! mentions! of cedric diggory being handsome! like harry my boy I know how you feel. I used to wonder what that feeling was when I looked at a girl and was sure I was just jealous of how pretty she was and actually it turned out I just wanted to kiss her. harry should have kissed cedric on the mouth 2k19

god also harry gets so nervous around cho, bless my lil bisexual disaster

when harry is doing the second task, the thing that he would have missed the most was “his wheezy” and honestly SAME. like, aside from fleur who got her sister, the boys all got the people they loved to save

(side note, I love love love all the krumione in this. not gay directly but I’m getting there)

I know it wasn’t in the books but when the weasley twins are teasing ron about how much he admires krum it reminded me of how in the movies they were like “viktor, I love you, viktor, I do, when we’re apart my heart beats only for youuuu” and also!!! ronnie literally has a figurine of viktor in the dormitory. freddie wasn’t wrong when he said ron was in love :D

on that note, omg, I am something of a sucker for love triangles and I have to admit I loved the whole thing with ron, hermione and krum, and then harry, cho and cedric, esp because??? they all liked each other??? and they could have all been happy together if they wanted to. in particular, ron clearly fancied the pants of viktor, and there is no platonic way of harry thinking of him as handsome that many times, lbr.

the yule ball. good god. it could have been so, so, so easily solved if they just went with their best friends. I remember seeing a post about how ron should have danced with harry to open the yule ball with a rose between his teeth and honestly SAME.

not to mention??? parvati and lavender were clearly girlfriends and dean and seamus were boyfriends, so they also should have gone together instead of forcing this thing with parvati and harry (krum and hermione meanwhile were a match made in heaven imo and I loved them and always will)

I’m sure there will be more as I continue to reread. just thought I should liveblog for this :)

#harry potter #harry potter reread lb #me.txt #long post for ts #no one is straight and you can fight me on this #my gay fists are ready #except for snape the str8s can have him

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ronandreams · 7 years

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hi there lovely!! 💖💖 my fictional bf is the one & only bellamy blake! (p.s: these blogrates r so cute ah!! hope ur having a super wonderful day pal!! ✨)

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gxt-enough-nxrve · 7 years

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3 & 4

3. what is something that was never addressed at all in the canon material that you have independently developed for your muse?

it’s addressed a few times in passing, but who ginny is around people who aren’t harry, i suppose. in particular, her relationships with other women interest me a lot? like? she grew up in a house of boys, so i imagine it was p. wild suddenly being in a dorm with just girls.

4. have you made any outright changes to the canon material in order to write your muse the way you wanted (entire scenes you chose to omit, chapters you say never existed, things you assume were never said, etc.)?

“he chanced a glance at her. she was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about ginny, she was rarely weepy. he had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.”

here we go

a) what is harry’s point of reference for weepiness, cos no, ginny doesn’t cry as much as cho, but also her bf wasn’t recently murdered so like

b) ginny cries when she’s emotionally overwhelmed — you know, like a normal person. she cries because she’s scared she’s let down her parents/going to be expelled. she cries at dumbledore’s funeral. she cries during her fight with ron about her snogging dean in the corridor. she also cries almost immediately after this quote

c) we don’t see ginny crying as much as hermione, perhaps, but harry spends more time with hermione than ginny. before dumbledore dies, when he hangs out with ginny regularly ( over the summer at the burrow, when they’re dating ), what reason does ginny have to cry, really? for all we know, she loses it during titanic every time she watches it. this is the child who named her brother’s pet owl ‘pigwidgeon.’ this is also the child who goes overboard with homemade christmas decorations. she steals broomsticks and doesn’t like people holding doors for her. she also cries when she’s upset. these things are not mutually exclusive

d) she’s the baby of the family so the likelihood of being ‘toughened up’ by her brothers is v. low tbh — charlie & bill both would have been too old to tease her about ‘girly’ things by the time she was old enough to really be interested in anything ‘girly.’ percy is bossy! but he doesn’t seem to do the macho asshole thing. fred & george are admittedly likely candidates, but ginny and the twins are solid Allies. ron prob. teased her, but for the most part, the trend amongst the weasley boys seems to veer toward overprotectiveness rather than ‘toughening her up’

e) you know what did prob. ‘toughen her up’/make her less likely to express vulnerable emotions? pouring her heart out into a magical diary only for it to possess her / try to murder her. so trust issues abound, for sure! ginny’s never going to be known for oversharing! but she’s not stoic by any means

#goldensaviour #for the record i don't think ginny loses it during titanic

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of-course-i-dont-love-him · 8 years

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I’m Not My Parents(Hugo Weasley)

Request: So half the things I request are never published or never tagged or something. But can you do a Hugo Weasley x reader (if you don't do next gen then James Potter) where he finally, after lots of convincing, got his girlfriend (or bf) to visit his family over Christmas break. And because they're the child of an ex-death eater they kinda insult her(him). And so Hugo goes to comfort her (s)he runs off and they see them both asleep all cuddly and stuff and the family kinda accepts it. Fluff.

A/N: Shoutout to @katie27hp for first of all requesting this and then secondly giving me a wonderful description of Hugo. 💚 I don’t know much about Hugo Weasley, obviously, so it may not be how you expect it. And because this is me making my own interpretations, reader and Hugo are in Hufflepuff. Deal with it. Sorry in advance for any and all typos/errors.

Y/N~ your name L/N~ last name M/N~ mum/mom’s name D/N~ dad’s name

“Oh, come on, Y/N. My parents would love to have you over for Christmas,” Hugo pressed. You looked up from your book to see your boyfriend of two years giving you puppy-dog eyes. He wrapped his arms tightly around you. “I dunno... They probably won’t like me,” you sighed. “Why would you think that?” He curiously asked. You look away a bit. “Y/N if you think it’s because your parents were Death Eaters, you’re wrong.” You look back at him and smile. He grins a goofy grin. His yellow tie was loose and poorly tied. You leaned back a bit and adjusted his tie to make him more presentable. “You’re adorable,” he chuckled. “Thanks,” you blushed. “Hey, how about we go study for the Charms exam?” “Okay,” he sighed. You walked to the library, hand in hand, talking about Charms, but you knew in the back of your mind that Hugo wouldn’t let it go.

Throughout the next few months, Hugo continued to bring up Christmas break. You could tell he was just waiting for you to finally say yes. But he was also a bit impatient. And stubborn. “What’ll it take to convince you to come stay? Even just for a day?” He begged one night a couple weeks before the semester was over. You sighed. “Hugo...” You start, reaching for a book on a tall shelf. He easily reaches up and grabs it for you. You mutter thanks. “Look, I’m thinking about it,” you say. His eyes light up. “Really? You’re not kidding me?” He asks. “That’s not a yes,” you warn. “Yet. It’s not a yes, yet. And it’s still not a no.” He grins before pecking you on the lips. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever,” you say, rolling your eyes. The truth was, you had to ask your parents. That was twice as scary as actually staying over break. You’d written them the other day and knew it’d probably take at least a couple more days for them to decide and write back. Seeing as your parents were on opposite sides of the war as Hugo’s parents, you almost knew the answer would be a no. You hated letting Hugo get his hopes up that maybe you’d say yes. Genuinely, you would after seeing how excited he was.

It was a week later when you got the letter from your parents. The final yes or no. The envelope landed by your breakfast when Hugo was telling you a story about something. He was really into it, using hand movements to better express himself. Watching him, he looked very cute. He was usually quieter and wouldn’t draw much attention to himself. You slipped the letter into your bag without him noticing and smiled as he clearly altered the story.

Later, you were alone in your dorm and pulled out the letter.

Dear Y/N, We understand you would like to spend time with your boyfriend over break. After much discussion and careful consideration, we have decided that for the first week of break you can stay with Hugo and his family. A letter every day must be sent in order to assure us of your safety. We expect you to find your own way to get home, however. Sincerely, M/N and D/N

You stared at the letter. Then you reread it. And then again. Running out of your dorm to the Common Room, you almost left the letter in your room. You found Hugo in front of a fire, drinking hot cocoa. Calming yourself, you sat down on the couch next to him. He smiled at you before handing you the cup. You took a sip and handed it back to him. “What’s up?” He asked. “Wrong question,” you said. His eyebrows furrowed together. “What?” “Wrong question,” you repeated. “What are you talking about?” “Still not the right question.” “Y/N, what’s going on?” He questioned. You shook your head. “Wha... Give me a hint.” “You wouldn’t stop bugging me about this. For, like, days on end,” you explained. He looked at you for a minute before realizing. “Wait... Are you... Are you serious?” He asked. You handed him the letter you’d received. He read it. Once. Twice. Three times. The fourth time you ripped it out of his hands. “Yes! Yes! I’m saying yes!” You exclaimed. A few people looked over at you curiously. You giggled as Hugo enveloped you in a hug.

The entire ride to Kings Cross you can’t stop fidgeting. First, you were messing with the page of the book you were attempting to read, then you were playing with the window lock. It was when you started twisting and ruffling your skirt that Hugo grabbed your hands and stopped you. “Relax. It’s alright. My parents will love you,” he assured. You glanced up at him nervously. “And what if they don't?” You asked. “Then screw them! Y/N, I love you and there’s nothing they can do to change that,” he exclaimed. You blushed at his words. “Okay... Okay...” You took a deep breath and sighed. “Okay...”

When the train pulled into the station you knew your parents wouldn’t be there since Hugo’s parents were taking you to their house. Your nerves spiked up again. First, you saw his mum, Hermione, standing tall in her dark suit. Her hair pulled back into a perfect bun. She’s not intimidating at all, you thought, sarcastically. Then there was Hugo’s dad, Ron. He looked exactly like an older Hugo with redder hair. Something about him seemed soft and kind until he looked over at you and you could see the judgment in his eyes. The least observant person would notice the way he seemed to question your morality. “So, mum, dad. This is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Hugo introduced, almost as nervous as you. “Hi,” you greeted. Hermione held her hand out and you copied, shaking her hand. “Hello, dear,” she said with a smile. Ron glanced at you, questioningly. He slowly held his hand out and you took it in an awkward handshake. “Yes, nice to meet you,” he said after a moment. He seemed to think you were going to blast him or something. Hugo’s sister, Rose, walked up with a smile on her face until she saw you. She seemed to turn her nose up in disgust. “Oh. Hey, Y/N,” she said, unenthusiastically. Then she turned her back to you and completely ignored you. Your head fell a little, discouraged. Hugo took your hand and comforted you. “It’s okay, she just doesn’t know you, yet,” he whispered, leaning close to press a kiss to the side of your head. You smiled at him, but were still nervous. Hugo kept a hold of your hand as you walked with his family. They stopped to talk with Harry Potter and Ginny. Their kids were close by. You tried to hide behind Hugo a bit, hoping they wouldn’t notice you, but of course, Albus Severus did. “Hi, Y/N! What’re your plans for the holiday?” He asked, bringing the attention to you. You slowly stood next to Hugo so everyone could see you. They all seemed to be waiting fro your response. “I’m staying with the Granger-Weasleys for a week, but that’s it,” you answered, quietly. “What’s your name?” Harry asked after a moment. “Y/N L/N,” you answered, looking away. Harry and Ginny had shocked faces, James Sirius looked at you with confusion and the same questioning look that Ron had given you. Lily Luna watched to see what you’d do, but didn’t seem to think you were going to kill everyone. Albus smiled at you. A real, genuine, encouraging smile. After several moments of awkward silence--which felt like ages--somebody finally mumbled something and the topic of conversation shifted. “Oh! Look at the time! We’ll have to get going before we’re late,” Ginny said, checking her watch. The group dispersed as the Potters went one way and you went with the Granger-Weasleys in the opposite direction.

The car ride to their house was quiet and awkward. A tension seemed to settle in the air that you knew was only present because of you. When you got to their house Ron levitated your stuff out of the trunk of the car into the house. They had a nice-sized house on the outskirts of a village. Neighbors were spread out and a woodsy area covered the land behind the house. “There’s a clearing in the woods where we can practice quidditch without being seen,” Hugo told you as you followed him into the house. “That’s cool. I imagine your dad takes you out there a lot?” You assume. “Yeah,” he chuckles. “Everyday when we were younger.” “We’ve set up an extra bed in Rose’s room for Y/N to use while she stays here,” Hermione says to you and Hugo. “Of course, Mrs. Weasley,” you said with a polite nod. She smiled at you. Maybe she would like you after all. Hugo tried to hide the grin spreading across his face. She nodded at left to the kitchen. “Wait, you’re making her share a room with me?” Rose asks, upset. You look away. “Is there a problem?” Hermione counters. Rose scoffs and glares at you. Hugo tugs your hand and leads you upstairs. You sit on his bed with him. He kisses the side of your head. “You okay?” “I dunno,” you mumble, too quietly to be heard. “What?” He asks, softly. His head gently knocks against yours. “I dunno...” You say a bit louder. “How can you not know if you’re okay?” He jokes. “I dunno...” You repeat, rolling your eyes. “But seriously, are you okay?” “I’m perfect as long as I have you,” you answer after a moment. Hugo looks at you seriously for a moment. “What?” You ask. “That’s really sweet,” he says, hugging you tighter. “Hugo! . . . I can’t breathe!” You yelp. His grip on you loosens a bit, but not much.

Over the next couple days Rose glared at you and said rude things under her breath, Ron cautiously watched you, Hermione mostly ignored your existence, and Hugo continuously reassured you that they didn't hate you. On the third day you were staying at the Weasleys’, you all went to Hugo’s grandparents’ house. Almost all of Hugo’s aunts, uncles, and cousins were at the house along with a few family friends. Everyone gave you weird looks. With the exception of Scorpius and Albus. But people were giving Scorpius weirds looks, too, so that wasn't that reassuring. You were about to walk into the kitchen when you overheard your name. “What is Hugo doing, hanging out with Y/N?” Someone asked. “I truly don’t know. If he were smart he’d stop. It makes our family look bad that he’s dating a death-eaters child.” That was definitely Rose. “And Albus is always with Scorpius. People might start to think we agreed with Voldemorts stupid plan.” Someone else said. “I think Y/N’s just tricking Hugo. Making him fall in love and do something horrible to him.” “Like what?” “I dunno. Maybe kidnap him for ransom. Maybe get him to believe in all that blood purity crap.” “I’ll bet Y/N’ll blow up the house while everybody’s sleeping.” “I think Y/N isn’t going to doing anything extravagant except break his heart.” You backed away from the doorway as they continued to come up with horrible things they thought you might do. Hugo came down the stairs and saw your horrified face. “What’s wrong?” He asked, stepping closer to you. You backed away from him before running out the front door. You didn’t know where to run to, so you went to the makeshift quidditch pitch and hid behind the broom shed. When you sat down with your back against the wall you couldn’t take it anymore. You broke down. After a minute or two, Hugo found you crying. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay,” he said, sitting next to you and pulling you close to him. “Shh...shh...it’s okay,” he mumbled as sobs wracked your body. “What’s wrong?” You start to tell him what's wrong, but you just sob more. You hide your face in his shoulder to muffle your cries. He lets you cry it out and calmly waits for you to stop crying. “Your...your cousins were t-talking about m-me...” You start. Hugo watches you with all his attention. “Th-they said they think I’m just tricking you and I'm gonna... g-gonna k-kill... k-kill you in y-your sleep or br-break your heart... They think I believe the d-dumb blood-purity s-stuff.” “Oh, my... I’m gonna kill them all. I... Look, Y/N. I thought they would at least give you a chance. I’m so sorry. I know you’re not like that, okay? Y/N I... I thought if they’d at least give you a chance, they’d love you... Not as much as I love you, though.” You look up at Hugo, who was watching you anxiously. You press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you, too,” you mumble against his lips. He smiles as he kisses you again. “We should go back now, probably,” he says. “Dinner will be ready soon.” “Can we stay here for a bit?” You ask, wrapping your arms around him to cuddle. “Of course.” His arms pull you closer to him and you both slowly fall asleep.

“Hugo? Where you at? Hugo?” Ron and Hermione called. They walked together out to the quidditch pitch. “Hugo?” They were about to head back to the house and look somewhere else when Hermione noticed something had stomped down some weeds by the broom shed. “Wait, Ron?” Hermione said. “What?” Ron asked, turning back around. “I think someone’s been back here,” she says, walking towards the back of the shed. Ron followed her. They saw Y/N and Hugo, cuddled together, asleep. Hermione’s face was unreadable, but Ron seemed almost disgusted at first. A smile slowly spread across Hermione’s face and Ron couldn’t help but enjoy how happy his son looked. “I guess we’re just going to have to accept the fact that Y/N’s staying around for a while, aren’t we?” Ron said, eventually. “We?” Hermione questioned. “Yeah, you know, me and Rose.” Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes. “Guess we’ll just leave them be for now,” she said before walking back towards the house. Ron stared at his son for a moment. Then Y/N. He sighed before joining Hermione in the walk back to the house.

#hugo granger-weasley #hugo x reader #weasley #granger #oneshot #hufflepuff #reader insert #hp #hp oneshot #death eater #fluff #katie27hp #requested #next gen #charms #hogwarts #christmas

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dreichrainbow · 6 years

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Happy birthday, Sanne!

Just a little something to add to the birthday celebration ;) it’s been a long time though.. so don’t get too excited! I have sent you a card and I hope you have gotten that on your actual birthday.. fucking Royal Mail.

See you soon!!

xoxo you-know-who (obviously, as it’s on my page)

P.S. Fun fact: the bf is totally aware I was writing this and doesn’t give a flying fuck lol he wouldn’t proofread it though.

Sinful Staring (NC-17, warning: mindless fluffy smut)

“Hey, watch it!”

“Sorry.”

A white-blond teenager mumbled an apology as he squeezed passed the sneering fifth-years. Draco Malfoy regretted his decision to return to Hogwarts after the war every day. His role in the final battle was no secret and the younger students enjoyed making their opinion of him known whenever he dared to be within a two-mile radius of them.

“Don’t let them get to you Draco, they just want to look cool in front of their friends.”

“I know, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying. Stupid brats.”

It came as no surprise to anybody that Hermione Granger returned for an eighth year at Hogwarts. What had been a shock, however, was the fact that she had struck up an unlikely friendship with the Malfoy boy. Apart from Draco and Hermione, only a handful of students had returned to school to repeat their final year and in their isolation, they had all formed a small group in which their houses were irrelevant. They never talked about the war or about classmates that would never be able to return to Hogwarts, but they had found comfort in each other’s presence nonetheless. Despite being included in the group, Draco kept himself to himself as he did not want to break their fragile peace. It was Hermione, of course, who first approached him and when after a few weeks Draco had stammered an apology to Hermione for calling her a “…you-know-what”, the pair started to hang out regularly.

“Let’s go to the library. Exams are around the corner and no matter what you say, you can’t convince me that you have done one iota of studying!” Hermione said.

“You and your blasted library!” Draco’s exasperation was perhaps not as convincing as he hoped it to be because a small smile played on his lips as he said “fine, let’s go then Granger.”

A few months earlier Hermione had led Draco into the forbidden section of the library when she got sick of first-years asking her all about her “adventures” with Harry Potter, the boy who refused to bloody die. She made up some excuse to Madam Pince about needing books from the forbidden section for their latest Defence Against the Dark Arts essay and they have been occupying a table next to the window every day since.

“You’re full of surprises Granger,” Draco had said “I didn’t know you could lie.”

“Don’t talk nonsense” she had replied “and I told you to call me Hermione!”

Draco used to pride himself on his academic attainment. Always at the top of his class… after a certain bushy-haired brunette. Recently however, he was finding it more and more difficult to focus on his homework and even his Potions grades were suffering so significantly that Professor Slughorn had approached him cautiously and asked him if he was okay.

“I’m sorry Professor, it was my father’s birthday this month and I just…”

“I understand dear boy, say no more! Just make sure your next assignment is up to your usual standards eh?”

“Of course, Professor”

Draco had smirked at his own deviousness. He knew that the “I’m missing my Death Eater father who is in jail” routine would make Slughorn uncomfortable enough to leave him alone. There was no way he was explaining to the old goat that the reason his grades were slipping, was because of the incredibly distracting way his new study companion played with her curls when she was concentrating or the way she smiled at him when she found a book she hadn’t read yet.

“Draco? Draco!”

“Hm, what?”

“You’re staring again.”

“Don’t flatter yourself Granger, I’m contemplating the different uses for lace wing flies.”

“That brings back memories.”

“How so?”

“I made Polyjuice potion in our second year” Hermione shrugged but the pride in her voice was unmistakeable.

“You what? How?!” Draco was gobsmacked. “You’re pulling my leg..”

“Nope.”

Hermione was enjoying the shocked reaction on her friend’s face and intended to milk it for all it was worth.

“It was a lot easier than I expected.”

“Oh come off it! There’s – hold on. Why were you making Polyjuice potion? Isn’t that illegal?”

“Harry, Ron and I needed to change into Sly- “ Hermione suddenly realised who she was talking to.

“Into who?”

“I can’t remember…”

“What?!”

“… we were just having some fun, haha!”

Draco wasn’t fooled for a minute - he was a Slytherin after all. However, he decided that she must have a good reason for not telling him and decided not to press the issue.. for now.

He was doing it again. Hermione wondered if Draco even realised how often she caught him looking at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. It was odd, she was so sick of people following her around and staring at her in adoration but when Draco paid close attention to her, she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, and as she thought this she knew her cheeks were going the colour of Ron’s hair, it made her feel happy. And she deserved to be happy too, damn it! Why did she have to feel lonely and isolated at the school that used to feel like her second home?!

“I’ve had enough!”

“Excuse me?”

Judging from the flustered giggle that escaped his classmate’s mouth, Draco assumed that Hermione had been having a conversation with herself again.

“Anyway,” Hermione said after she realised that Draco wasn’t going to tease her for her outburst, “let’s go outside. The day is way too nice to waste in this stuffy library.”

“..Stuffy library?” Draco cocked an eyebrow, “that’s no way to talk about your favourite part of the castle.”

“Oh shut up.”

Draco obediently resisted the urge to taunt her and instead followed her quietly out into the grounds. They walked for a good while when Draco realised where they were heading.

“Granger, we are not visiting the Whomping Willow! Did you forget what happened to Potter and Weasley when they flew into it?”

“It’s quiet and shaded – it’s perfect.”

“It’s quiet because everything that comes near it suffers a gruesome faith…”

“Oh hush.”

Draco looked on horrified as Hermione approached the energetic tree cautiously. He fought the impulse to cover his eyes with his hands when she reached out towards the trunk and breathed an audible sigh of relief when the tree froze.

“How did you know to do that?”

“If you grow up around Harry Potter, you learn all sorts.” Hermione grinned and sat down.

His mouth still slightly ajar, Draco joined her in the soft grass. He made to grab the books from his bag to continue ‘studying’, but Hermione’s hand on top of his stopped him. Surprised, he looked at her.

“You’re staring again.” Hermione whispered, a coy smile on her face.

She squeezed his hand and Draco became acutely aware of how warm her palm was and how desperate he was to find out if her lips were the same.

“Kiss me.”

Hermione had inched closer, her lips ghosting over Draco’s.

“What are you waiting for, Malfoy?” she teased.

Draco’s mind was whirring. She was so close and oh Merlin – she smelled so nice. He could feel her breath on his lips and before his brain could even finish saying “but she’s Potter’s friend and only talks to you because she feels sorry for you” he closed the gap between them. Hermione moaned softly as their lips connected and Draco realised he had never heard something so arousing before. He could hear his heart beating in his ears and he felt breathless but refused to break the kiss. Instead he tangled his hands in Hermione’s curls and pulled her impossibly closer. Why hadn’t they done this sooner?

“Granger…” Draco murmured when they finally pulled away.

“I told you to call me Hermione.” She looked at him through her eyelashes.

“Where do you think you’re going… Hermione?”

At the mention of her name, Hermione’s mouth broke into a wide smile and Draco’s heart skipped a beat.

“You’re beautiful.”

She mumbled something about her teeth, but Draco wasn’t listening. He let his hands drop from her fly-away hair and stroked her cheek. He trailed gentle kisses across her jaw and neck, relishing in the way Hermione’s breath caught in her throat with every touch.

“Draco…”

Fuck.

The want in her voice forced the blond man to look up into her dark eyes and when their eyes met the world stopped for a split-second. Then time caught up with them and Hermione pushed Draco down into the grass before claiming his lips with renewed intensity. Draco moaned into her open mouth and wrapped his arms around her back, digging his fingers into her slender frame. Her weight on top of him, the feel of her breasts pushing into his chest, her soft tongue fighting with his own..

“We can’t… not here.” Hermione whispered against his lips when Draco involuntarily buckled is hips,

“I know.”

Neither of them made to move away. Hermione bend back down and bit Draco’s ear lobe gently before saying.

“But you’ve used up all my patience, Draco.”

The breathy way she had said his name send a shiver down Draco’s back that rested securely in his rapidly growing lower regions. The twitch was met with a gentle trust by Hermione. She pushed down into the boy beneath her and gasped when she realised that Draco was just as turned-on as she was.

“Hermione, you should get up..”

“All these years Malfoy, and you still don’t realise that I have no intention of listening to you. Especially not when you’re being sensible.” She smirked.

Even if he had any intention of leaving it there before, the look on Hermione’s face locked him into place.

“Hermione…”, was the only comment his lust-addled brain could manage.

“Oh what’s this,” the brunette teased, “is Draco Malfoy, sole heir of the prestigious pureblood Malfoy line, taking orders from a mere muggle-born?” She elongated her blood-status with a mixture of pride and sarcasm.

“What-ever will your family say when they find out?”

“They will ask me why it took me so long to shut your gorgeous mouth and fuck you senseless.”

Hermione was speechless, and Draco took advantage of the moment to roll them around so he straddled her.

“My turn, Granger.”

Hermione flushed but kept her gaze trained on Draco’s.

“Do your worst.”

Draco groaned, because who was he kidding, Hermione was still completely in charge – not that he minded, but he wasn’t about to let the frizzy-haired heroin of the Wizarding World know that. Instead he thrusted into her warm lap and kissed her deeply. Her soft moans told Draco that he had won this round, but he had only just begun. He kissed along Hermione’s jaw, occasionally stopping to suck and nibble at the exposed skin and revelling in the way Hermione grasped at his back when he did. He continued to kiss every part of his classmate that was within his reach as he trailed his fingers over her breasts and slowly, almost painfully so, lower down. When he finally slid his fingers into her pants and teased the sensitive skin, both of them gasped.

“Draco…” Hermione threw her head back as Draco gently rubbed her clitoris.

It took all of the blond’s self-control not to slide into her. He wanted to draw it out, please Hermione until she couldn’t bear it anymore. So instead he moved further down her legs and lifted her skirt, kissing the now bare skin as soon as it became available. He slid down her pants as he sucked a lovebite into Hermione’s hipbone.

“Ah!”

She moaned loudly when he replaced his fingers with his mouth and, dammit, she could feel him smirking.

“You might want to lower your voice, Miss Granger.” Draco whispered against her skin.

But Hermione was beyond caring. She grabbed Draco’s hair and buckled up into his mouth. Draco felt her pulling on his scalp but the pain only intensified his desire to make her scream. He continued to kiss and suck the sensitive skin, guided by Hermione’s gasps and moans.

“Fuck! Draco…”

Emboldened by her uncharacteristic use of profanities, the former Death Eater released his bruising grip on his study-companion’s hips and teased her already over-sensitive thighs before sliding a cool finger into her and touching that sensitive bundle of nerves. The two-sided assault made Hermione see stars. With every flick, shots of pleasure bordering on pain shot through her body and she wasn’t even sure what words were tumbling from her lips.

“There… No, Oh God… Please.”

Although her brain appeared to have shut itself off, Draco perfectly understood what Hermione’s body was telling him. Her twitching hips, the rapidly increasing wetness that allowed a second finger (“Fuck!”), her lust-blown pupils every time she threw her head back – the student-most-likely-to-become-Minister-for-Magic wanted Draco Malfoy inside of her. Finally giving into his desperate desire, Draco released his throbbing member. Hermione bit his her when he teased her entrance.

“Hurry up!”

“So bossy…”

Normally Hermione hated that word, but the look in her companion’s eyes told her there was no malice. They held each other’s gaze as Draco slowly pushed himself into Hermione. After what felt like hours, they both sighed with relief when he had fully entered her. Still over-sensitized from Draco’s attentiveness, Hermione dug her nails into the grass beneath her when he started moving.

“Is that okay?”

Hermione just nodded as she didn’t trust her mouth to from proper words. She angled her hips just slightly, so Draco would hit that spot inside her with every thrust.

“Merlin.. Hermione, you feel so good.”

Having held off for such a long time, Draco savoured the hot, wet feeling every time she clenched around him. With every thrust Hermione moved up to meet him and they immediately found the perfect rhythm. Up until this point, Draco had made sure to keep his eyes open so he could study her reactions but mind-numbing pleasure forced his eyes shut. Hermione took the opportunity to pull him closer and kiss him deeply. As soon as their lips met, she realised how much she had longed for that feeling. She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him impossibly closer and deeper.

“Draco…”

“Hermione…”

The world around them seemed to dissolve and all they could hear was each other’s ragged breathing and whispered moans. They moved in perfect unison, never once breaking that onslaught of pleasure.

“Hermione, I can’t…”

“Don’t stop,” Hermione breathed, “I’m – Ah! – So close.”

Draco could feel that familiar hot feeling building in his lower regions.

“Me too.”

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and sucked an angry mark into the flushed skin, accentuating every nip and bite with a deep thrust.

“Draco!”

Hermione’s movement became erratic as her whole body twitched with her rapidly building orgasm. Draco sped up and the increased friction was almost too much.

“Fuck! Hermione!”

They kept up their intense pace for a few more moments, chasing that final goal, before Hermione’s body froze for that split-second warning.

“Oh God, Draco! I’m – “

“Do it.”

The brunette’s hips jerked violently, desperately trying to meet Draco’s thrusts as that long-postponed surge of pure ecstasy shot through her body. The choked moans and impossible tightness around him was too much for Draco. While Hermione’s body still trembled, he came harder than had ever in his life – the force of it sending of sparks behind his eyelids.

Exhausted, the two eighth-years lay panting in the grass.

“Wow.” Draco mumbled.

“I’ll say.” Hermione answered with a giggle. “Maybe now you will stop staring at me so much?”

“Unlikely Granger, because now I will want to fuck you every time I see you… or this bloody tree. Great, you’ve turned me into a pervert!”

Hermione shrugged and quickly performed a cleaning spell under her breath.

“Right, we really need to get back to studying. We’ve wasted enough time today!” She said as she got up, swiping the grass of her clothes.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it wasted…” Draco smirked. “Besides, I’m afraid our little ‘break’ might have ruined by ability to concentrate for the rest of the day. Week even.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, but supressed a smile.

“We’d better find somewhere quiet then.” She said and then added with a coy smile, “Do you remember how to get into the Room of Requirements?”

Draco’s face split into a massive grin as he grabbed Hermione’s outstretched hand and they made their way back to the castle, not letting go of each other until they closed the Room of Requirements' door behind them.

THE END

#rawrimadorkasaur #birthday present #fyi: the gifs are unrelated to the story #that klaine gif made me so unreasonable happy though #fuck sake #nc-17

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