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elliebyrrdwrites · 5 months

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The Heist pt. 6

You can read it from the beginning, here.

A New Addition

Draco, along with the three other wizards in the room, froze as a swath of red hair preceded the voice of Ginny Weasley. As she entered Draco’s study behind her husband.

“Hello, boys.”

“I thought I said I drew the line at Weasley!” Theo practically bellowed.

Draco quirked a brow at him. “I thought you had been referring to her brother.”

“I was, but you get one and you end up with the lot of them!”

“That’s not a thing. Besides, she’s a Potter.” Harry protested on behalf of his wife who huffed out a laugh.

“It’s sort of a thing.” Ginny Weasley swayed into the room like she owned it. Draco recalled her being rather confident, in comparison to her older brother. But this was a woman who not only exuded confidence, but looked utterly un-phased by Theo's ranting.

“What are you doing here, Aunt Ginny?” Teddy, who looked rather nervous, asked as he slid the guards lanyard behind his back.

Ginny strode over to the couch and set herself down, propping her feet upon the coffee table and announced, “I want in.”

Draco, of course, grinned broadly at her husband. But Theo managed to choke on his saliva as he struggled and failed to dignify the witch with a response.

“She figured out that I was up to something.”

“How?” Seamus asked as he fist bumped Ginny before setting himself across from her on one of the arm chairs.

“Well, first off all, Hermione dropped by the other day and insisted she speak to him in private. I always know that whenever she can’t speak to him in front of me, it has to do with naughty wizards.” She sucked through her teeth. “Secondly, I found Ron covering for him at work.”

“Weasley is covering for you?” Seamus raised a brow.

“Yeah,” Harry shrugged. “Who else can I trust to cover for me?”

“Not Weasley!” Theo growled.

“Ron wont give me away, Nott. Calm down. He knows about mine and Grangers schemes to get the some of the human traffickers caught.”

“Don’t you play Quidditch?” Draco asked, as he searched his drawers for something to munch on.

“Not anymore.” She drawled. “I work with Fred at the Joke Shop.”

“Oh, just what we needed. How fruitful your experience is to us. How useful you will be—”

“Exactly.” Ginny cut him off, casually and completely ignoring his sarcasm. “I’m glad you see it my way. Besides,” She sighed. “I’m bored.”

“Bored?!”

Draco shrugged, because well, he could relate. He had tried to retire from this life and worked part time for the Ministry as an auditor. But, half the time, he felt like stuffing his head into a carousel, just so he could have something more entertaining to do.

Theo opened his mouth to protest but paused and looked over at Harry. “Where is Granger?”

He shrugged and slid onto the couch beside his wife, who promptly moved her feet to his lap, instead. “I thought she was with you lot.”

“She was.” Theo squinted his eyes, briefly, then shook his head. As if to dispel his mind of any ill thoughts.

“Ginny,” Draco began. “You can help Potter set up a meeting with Astoria Greengrass.”

“Alright.” She didn’t ask anything except for, “Under what pretext?”

“To discuss the ongoing work of incorporating the normalcy of Muggle ways into the Wizarding world. Such as,” He gestured toward the two of them. “Cell phones.”

“Speaking of which. We should probably get some.” Harry tossed in. “Burner phones, anyway.”

“Why would we want to burn phones?” Theo scoffed.

“I’ve burned phones before. They sort of explode with enough heat applied.” Seamus nodded enthusiastically.

“Not —” Harry pinched his brow and sighed. “Nevermind. Just ask Hermione, will you?”

Draco agreed with Harry. Cell phones, though he had not much experience with them, seemed terribly convenient.

“If you had to guess,” Theo mused. “Where would you say Granger is?” He glanced at the old grandfather clock Draco had acquired from an antique shop many, many jobs ago.

“Probably doing something sneaky.” Ginny snorted and Harry chuckled. Theo frowned deeply as he played with an hour glass on Draco’s shelves.

Draco was on the verge of asking Ginny a question about the meeting when the aroma of garlic and onion began to waft through the door.

Just before Granger rounded the corner and held up two bags of Chinese take out.

Draco nearly groaned at the sight of it and the smells. Instead, he grinned broadly at her as she smirked across the room at him.

“Just lovely.” Draco directed at Theo who scowled at him.

“Where have you been?” Theo rounded on the witch who frowned up at him as she handed him a bag.

She took her wand from her pocket and quickly transfigured an old wooden cigar box into a dining table, and then added several chairs transfigured out of random items from Draco’s study, such as pens and decorative rocks.

“Hi, Gin!” Granger greeted her friend with absolutely no surprise at finding her presence.

“Hey ‘Mione!” Ginny called from her spot on the couch.

“I got Dinner, Theo.” Granger said to him.

He settled into a chair and frowned at her, clearly disbelieving her.

“Well,” She sighed and gestured to the seat at the head of the table for Draco before settling into one directly across from Theo. “I did make one extra stop.”

“Oh, did you?” Theo leaned back in his chair and watched as she unpacked takeout container after takeout container.

“I did.” She looked rather pleased with herself, causing Draco to smile at her as her twinkling eyes met his.

“And?”

“Well,” She bit her lower lip and reached into that little charmed purse of hers.

When she withdrew her hand, she held up a long, slender piece of ivory.

“Is that walrus ivory?” Draco asked, impressed.

“It is!” She handed it to him as he settled at the table.

Harry, Seamus, Teddy and Ginny all joined and began to pick through the food.

“You want to make a replica.” Draco murmured, nodding as he turned the piece over.

“I do.” She grabbed a pair of chopsticks and tucked into a box of chow mien.

“And where did you happen to come up on a tusk of a walrus?”

Granger shrugged and took a bite of noodles. “I stopped by Cormac’s.”

Theo made a gagging noise while Harry and Ginny cringed.

“I knew it.”

“McLaggen?” Seamus’ nose crinkled in disgust.

“Yes, he owed me a favor.”

Draco decided that while it was amusing to watch the lot of them degrade McLaggen, he didn’t appreciate the flustered look on Granger’s face as she tried to avoid all of the disapproving looks from her friends.

“I found out whose blood was used for the ward on The Wand,” Draco broke into the tension as he pinched a piece of salt and pepper chicken.

“You did?” Granger’s discomfort immediately vanished. “Who?”

“Astoria Greengrass.”

Theo choked on his noodles and Granger glanced at him before tilting her head. “How odd. How did you find out?”

“Well,” He poked around the paper container a bit before setting it down. “I saw her at the museum talking with the curator and after a bit of research I found that she is, indeed, the one who donated the item from a personal collection of art she has been building over the years.”

“Oh, well, how do we get some of her blood?”

“That’s where the meeting with the Potters comes in.” He nodded to the couple who nodded in agreement.

“Okay.” Granger’s mouth pulled to one side. Her little forehead furrowed as she thought about it. “How is Harry and Ginny supposed to get her to give them blood.”

“Why don’t you meet with her?” Theo asked to which Draco chuckled at.

“You know Tori hates me.”

“Yes, but, when she inevitably slaps you and cuts herself on your rings as you lift a hand in defense, then we can get some of her blood. Deal done.”

“Why does Astoria Greenhouse hate you so much?” Granger leaned her elbows onto the table, eager eyes taking in the exchange between him and Theo.

“Because he left her at the alter.”

Ginny and Granger gasped, affronted. Granger leaned back in her seat and gaped at him.

“Why?” She finally asked.

Draco swiped the chow mien from where she had placed it and took a bite. When he swallowed, he frowned at her and shrugged.

“Oh, I think I remember that, now!” Ginny nodded emphatically. “Of course, I don’t remember any article saying that you ditched out on her.” She grimaced while simultaneously piercing Draco with a disapproving look.

“It doesn’t matter.” Granger shook her head, as if sensing the same discomfort in him as she felt when interrogated about McLaggen. “What matters is that Draco cannot be the one to get her blood, so it’ll have to be you two.”

Theo nodded. “And it’ll have to be creative.”

Teddy raised a hand, lazily as he reached over for an eggroll. “How does one get blood, creatively?”

Everyone around the table fell quiet as they ate.

“We could stab-” Seamus began.

“No.” Ginny cut him off.

“We could stupefy her.” Teddy shrugged. “Take her blood then obliviate her.”

Draco robbed at his jaw with a chuckle.

“Or,” Granger’s eyes were moving back and forth, looking between everyone around the table and doing some sort of mental calculation in her head.

“We could ask her.”

Theo laughed once. “Why didn’t we think of that, already?”

But Granger shook her head, undeterred. “She’s interested in the Muggles in some way, is she not? I mean, she’s donated a a piece of history to a muggle museum.”

Draco nodded. “She did. She has pushed her family to accept and embrace Muggles and things like Science and Art.”

Granger’s eyes lit up. “Exactly!”

“What are you saying?” Theo leaned forward, pressing his own elbows into the table.

“We could have Ginny and Harry pretend to be involved in some sort of Muggle foundation meant to study the link between the two. We can also tell her that it is meant to help the Wizarding world advance in Magic and Science, save lives or some rubbish like that.”

“Okay,” Harry nodded. “But in the Muggle world, there are specialist that take blood. We’re not Phlebotomists.”

She nodded. “A few of us can act like members of the foundation.”

“So we need to arrange a meeting with her to discuss it, first.” Ginny held up her chopsticks.

“Tomorrow.” Draco nodded.

“We’ll need Polyjuice potion.”

Draco nodded to Theo. “That’s not a problem. We have plenty.”

Granger leaned back in her seat. “This foundation needs to look real.”

Draco nodded and began to dig into his Salt and Pepper chicken with a renewed enthusiasm. “It will be real.” He smiled at her as he chewed.

“You mean Zabini?”

He nodded and Theo chuckled. “Zabini is going to help us screw over Greengrass. This is going to be interesting.”

“It’s going to be brilliant.” Teddy whooped and tossed an eggroll into his mouth. “Please tell me that I get to go.”

Harry and Ginny began to protest but it was Draco who appraised the kid and nodded. “What else can you morph into?”

“I could morph into a dog if it meant you’d let me play a bigger role.”

Draco laughed and glanced over at Granger who looked slightly concerned for the kid. Then at Theo who was grinning broadly at Teddy Lupin.

“This can work.” Theo nodded before settling his excited stare onto Draco.

Both men looked to Granger and watched as she fought the twitch of her lips, the fight against the smile that pushed to be seen once they settled their own onto her.

She sighed. “We’re going to need books on Phlebotomy, Teddy.” She glanced over at Draco’s clock. “The library should be open for another hour. We can make it if we hurry, now.”

Draco nodded, appreciatively, and winked at Granger.

He wasn’t sure if a slight blush had crept into her cheeks, or if it was a trick of the lighting.

"Oh," Theo perked up, suddenly recalling something. "While you're out, Granger, will you get us some of those burning phones?"

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emrickzhomepalace · 1 year

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dating headcanons - s.f

dating seamus is like…

one of two things happen

either y’all get into messes together or u stop him from getting into messes

but how you guys met/got together

the yule ball

his ass didn’t got a date and yours ditched you for another

so he approached you n yall started talkin

and then you guys just happened to see eachother more often which lead y’all getting closer

likes to boop and kiss ur nose

why?

idk man

likes to ramble to u while u just listen on the nights where y’all stay up later

he likes to take care of u when ur sick

that DOES NOT mean he was good at it lol

he makes lots of messes

#fanfics #harry potter #seamus finnigan #seamus x reader #x reader #harry potter headcanon

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sweetpandorabox · 2 years

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The Harry Potter boys having a crush on the reader (female) who happens to be one of the most gorgeous people at the school.

I’d love it if you also added Seamus Finnigan to your usual list in this case :)

I love love love your work here 💋

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

A/N : My first-ever request ever! I can't tell you how excited I am to receive one of these, thank you so much anonymous for sending this request, and since you ask I shall deliver, hope you enjoy this and I'm hoping I made you exactly what you ask for! anyways hope everyone enjoys reading love you sexy. xx (P.s let me know which one was your favorite down in the comments mine was definitely Neville he's so cute omfg!).

Story Setting : For this one I'll make an adjustment and make the Female reader in this case (Y/N), the same year group as Harry Potter and she's a girl who's obviously drop dead gorgeous, kind, smart and pretty much the whole dream package, who happens to catch every guys attention and love from boys in her year group, at Hogwarts including guys above her year group like Oliver, Cedric and The Weasley Twins.

Terms 📖:

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your last name

Y/E/C - Your eye color

Y/H/C - Your hair color

Y/H - Your house

Warnings⚠️: None what's so ever it's pure fluff.

Word Count: 7,671

List of Characters :

Seamus Finnigan

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Oliver Wood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Blaise Zabini

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Seamus Finnigan :

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You met Seamus by walking down the corridor one day on your way to your next class, which was Herbology, reading a book titled 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' not noticing a single thing on your way or what's going around you. While you're distracted trying to revise last minute before a test, you bolted straight into Finnigan's figure, Thud! a sound erupted loudly as you both fell backward as your books were scattered across the floor, taking a minute to rub the small of your back due to the fall, you start to laugh at the incident as Finnigan straighten himself up about to yell, he takes a good look at your gorgeous smile and your silk like laugh forcing himself to swallow back the urge to yell, as to ask why you weren't watching where you were going, before turning into a slight shade of crimson. "U-uhm, would you like some help?" He offers, talking in his usual thick Irish accent offering a hand, you look up with a smile still displayed on your face taking his hand in an offer, and said "Thank you, and oh... I'm so sorry I bumped into you like this, I was trying to revise last minute I was on my way to the greenhouse you see", his mouth gaped open not meeting your eyes, as he watched you speak to him with the crimson color still apparent on his face, all he can master up was "It's quite alright...here let me help you pick up your books", he reaches the 2 books scattered near him before picking up the Herbology book you were reading as you reach for it simultaneously, your hand brushed against his, you both smile at each other with red upon your cheeks as he offers to carry your books for you to Herbology, which you accepted the offer to. You and Seamus managed to introduce yourselves to each other and talk a lot about things before finally arriving at the Hogwarts Greenhouse, you give him a quick hug and a thank you with a smile for carrying your books for you as you enter the greenhouse, filling Seamus's heart with warmth and adoration.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He offers to carry your books or carry your things every single time when he gets the opportunity or saw you walking down a corridor somewhere.

He always tries to show you cool tricks and magic that the learns to impress you, but since he's clumsy and prone to set himself up in an explosion it never seems to work out, but you've always kept a laughed and help him clean up which made him fall harder for you.

Every time he walked into a room he managed to find you first and yell out your name catching your eyes before giving you his charming Irish smile as he make his way over to talk to you.

He's known to be silly, wild and a normal teenage boy around Dean and his other friends but when he's around you he's quite shy, nervous, and a lot more attentive which made you smile at the thought of him being a completely different person around you.

He remembers the littlest things about you through a conversation or through general staring and when he doesn't know certain things about you, he's willing to ask your friends about it.

He wears gorgeous-smelling colognes and grooms his hair tidy when he knows he has classes with you that day or could run into you at any given time to make sure you notice his good looks and efforts.

He'd always ask about your day during the dinner feast time and make sure that you've had a good day and if not he'd always try and make you laugh just to make your day a little better.

Harry Potter:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

"Oh thank god you're here dear, just in time" Madam Pomfrey stated, "Good afternoon Madam, can I help you with something?" you asked kindly, "Yes dear Mr. Potter over there has injured his leg falling off his broom during Gryffindor's quidditch practice, It's just a sprained ankle, but I've given him the antidote he needs to put out the pain and it should fix it right up, I just need you to watch the bruising on his ankle once the bruising is gone come and get me as fast as you can, I need to speak to Professor Dumbledore about something urgent at this time", she mentioned as she lay a supportive hand on your shoulder, "Of course Madam, I'll go see him now" you reassure her with a smile as she walked out of the hospital wing making her way to Dumbledore's office. You slide the curtain divider aside and look over at the chosen one who's peacefully laying on the bed with his right ankle compressed and wrapped with a bandage as the purple and blackish hue of his bruises shine through the clean and white bandage. "Hello Harry, are you alright?" you ask the tired-looking boy, "Hi Y/N, yeah I'm alright just a bit of a sprained ankle that's all, I wasn't looking at where I was flying my broom towards, to focus on that snitch to notice I've rammed myself over the goal post and fallen off my broom landing on my ankle" he mentioned giving you a weak smile, "Oh I'm so sorry that happened Harry, well I'm here to watch over your busies and keep you company" you smile at him taking his hand in yours gently not noticing his face turning beetroot red at your hand touching his, from here you spark up conversations with Harry you even managed to get the chosen one to smile and laughs at some of your stories and opinions on random matters as he did to you visa versa, not forgetting to keep an eye on his bruise or asking if Harry's okay a couple of times just to make sure, "Thank you for keeping an eye on me and keeping me company", Harry said smiling at you, "It's no problem Harry, I actually volunteered to help Madam Pomfrey once week, I desire to be a matron like her when I grow up you see, even better if I can be a healer that travels all around the world that is", you smile looking away at Harry's ankle, Harry was struck by love as he watches your magnificent face peering over his ankle, which made his heart skip 2 to 3 beats faster, "Wow Y/N, I didn't know that you had such passion and desire for medical, but why would you want to work in such filed if you don't mind me asking?" you paused and look into Harry's green eyes saying, "Well I want to help all the witches and wizards I can, I want to save everyone form pain, injuries, jinxes and even death itself, there's no better job then making other people's life easier and better I find that concept to be quite rewarding" you reply ruffling Harry's hair all messy as he chuckles lightly taking your hand away form his hair gently lowering it back down, holding your intense eye contact back not daring to break it, "Well I-uh I know you'd make a good matron one day, that's for sure", you both share an adoring smile towards each and before long Harry's bruise had completely disappeared which forces you to leave him and get Madam Pomfrey for last minute check ups.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to be really awkward and nervous around gorgeous girls which leads him to smile while he has liquid in his mouth at you or trip over something while walking too busy keeping his attention and eyes right on you.

He likes talking about the things you like and pretends to like them himself despite not having a single clue about the things you like, he just wants to hear you talk about yourself.

He likes the way your hair smells so whenever you're distracted and he's slightly close to you he'd go in for a light sniff and smile happily to himself.

He lets you borrow his class notes in any subject just so he has a reason to come and see you or talk to you about it.

He asks Hagrid to help him introduce you to Buckbeak the Hippogriff so he trusts you giving Harry himself a chance to take you on a flying ride just so that you two can have a moment of intimacy together.

He's the first one to check up on you if he finds out you're ill or is really upset over something before the other guys on this list.

When you're having a conversation with him he tilts his head, and his pupil grew bigger which turned him into a cute little puppy.

Ron Weasley:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You walked over to the Hogwarts great hall with a couple of Y/H acquaintances, chatting away your day as you arrived just in time for dinner, choosing to sit next to one of your closest friends you eat away your dinner having just enough to eat and stuffing a bit of dessert at the end. After what felt like a good meal you watched as a first-year student from your house was looking a little upset, he was toying around with the food he put on his plate and a slight pout appearing on his face, the kindness of your heart couldn't resist at the thought of making him feel better or at least asking him what had happened that made him so upset, you quickly pour an empty cup with some pumpkin juice and excusing yourself from your friend bringing it over to him, you made your way to the unhappy 1st year before you bumped into somebody, splash! as the sweet pumpkin juice you were about to offer to the 1st year, spilled all over the persons uniform "Merlin's beard I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that" you tilt your head upwards only to find Ron, rubbing some pumpkin juice off his Gryffindor jersey leaving a big wet and sticky patch right by his stomach, he look down only to find you, the girl he had always find attractive for the longest of time, his eyes popped out of his head and his cheeks was slammed by a shade of crimson, "Oh u-uhm It's alright, I can clean it up you know", he swallows keeping his eye low on the ground, the look of guilt swarms your face, as you peer over at the unhappy boy who's now surrounded by his group for friends you felt relief and look back the red headed boy "No, no I'll take you the 2nd floor girls lavatory, Moaning Myrtle won't mind if I clean you up there...come on" you usher Ron to come with you even taking his hand in yours as you make your way there. Once you've arrived there you gently pat his school jersey down dry with a paper towel and cast an anti-stain spell on it, "Bloody hell, where do learn that?", Ron asked face full of shock, you smiled at his expression, "I learned the spell in 1st-year from professor Flitwick when I got butterbeer spills all over my skirt", you replied, "Uh well it's bloody brilliant... you're brilliant I- er meant thanks for that", you giggle at his response saying "no worries at all, sorry I spilled the drink all over you". You both shared a smile before Moaning Myrtle ushered the both of you out because she was particularly upset tonight, you both bolted for the door laughing, walking alongside each other before rejoining everybody else in the great hall, splitting ways to sit back where you were before.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He makes sure you're there for breakfast, lunch, and dinner because he cares a lot about your health and wants you to eat enough if you weren't there he'd find you and save you a plate of food so you can eat it later.

He always points out how amazing and how kind you are, he'd always mentioned that whoever gets to be your boyfriend or husband is the luckiest man alive. (He secretly hopes it's him)

He always comes to you asking for help with his school work, so you and him can study together, but then 20 minutes kicked in then all of a sudden Ron just stares at you and asking a billion questions not relating to the paper he needs help with but rather personal questions about you.

He pulls you into a hug or leans his hand over yours for support when you're upset or frustrated.

He copies little things you do and when he's caught doing it you laugh your head out watching his face turn pink, as he feels embarrassed.

He makes sure to save you a seat next to him in the great hall tables, for all the meal time and makes sure you have enough portions of food to make it throughout the day, and if you don't have enough he'd put more on your plate ushering you to eat more.

He likes to throw crumpled paper and passed notes to you in class for fun to get your attention and to make you laugh, especially in a boring class.

Neville Longbottom:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

"Ugh... I still don't know what Bubotuber pus could be used for" you groan, looking over at the 2nd question written on the greenhouse chalkboard as your fellow Y/H friend rubs your back for support, "oh come on Y/N you remember, we learned this yesterday just take you time and think about it and besides it's okay if you don't know it, the next test won't be until next week" she ensures you before giving all her attention back into her own paper, you dig back through your memory trying to remember, twirling around your soft and silky looking Y/H/C hair around your pointy finger. Not noticing a single thing around you due to immense focus, Neville had managed to stare at you with adoration glistening all over his emerald-like eyes for the last 25 minutes of class, due to his vast knowledge of Herbology he finished his paper within 10 minutes of time, seeing as you struggle he managed to collect his breathe and walk over to your side of the table saying, "Bubotuber pus acted as a treatment for severe acne, but undiluted pus could affect unprotected skin in unintended ways." he mentioned to you fiddling with his finger, focusing his gaze down at the floor, you look over at the nervous boy with the biggest smile writing down the answer he mentioned, "Thank you Neville" you smile giving him a quick peck on the cheek standing on your tippy toes, as he shot his eyes out of his head, his body was inflamed and turned red like the tomato sauce you've put on your pasta for last night's dinner, he made his way back to his side of the table as he touched the cheek he's been blissfully kissed by you smiling at himself. The class has been dismissed about 2 minutes ago and as you made your way out of the greenhouse, clutching your books close to your body you felt a light tap on your shoulder, you turned around to find Neville standing straight with the best posture he can master up towering over you, looking down at your perfect figure and alluring face, "Yes Neville" you ask giving him a smile, "I-I w-was just w-wondering if you'd be interested in getting tutored by me?", "I know you're s-struggling in Herbology a-and I wanted to help free of c-charge of course" He stammered leaving himself completely breathless, "Neville I'd love that I've been struggling very hard in Herbology and I want to be so much better, does Wednesday afternoons at the library work for you?" you ask with suspense, all he can master up was a nod as he so busily studies your face, "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon and don't worry I'll be paying you 10 galleons once a week, mother and father won't mind me spending as long as it's for studying purposes" you smile at him before continuing with "Anyways I'll be making way to the hospital wing now, I need to help Madam Pomfrey sort out healing positions and antidotes for the hospital wing shelves... but I'll see you tomorrow okay?" you smile waving your hand goodbye as Neville smile lightly vice versa, you left Neville in a state of lovestruck unable to get you out of his mind he walks back the Gryffindor common room rubbing the cheek you've kissed a couple of minutes ago with a smile on his face.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to get you a bouquet of flowers whenever he sees you if not that he'd go outside and pick a single flower from a bush and tells you what the flower is and a cool fact about them, so you have something pretty to put inside your vase placed on your nightstand.

He stutters a lot around you and nervousness takes over his whole body, he's usually very red and stiffens up like he'd been dipped in concrete when you're around him, talking to him, or touching him in any way.

He'd invite you to the Hogwarts greenhouse after hours to show off all the cool and magical plants he thought you might like and bond over it with you.

He'd invite you to study with him at the library so he can tutor you in Herbology or look for new books to read and share a turn once you or him have read it.

He looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes, almost like he'd seen an angel fall from heaven.

He's a really good listener and would pretty much drop anything he's doing or need to do, just to listen to your worries, excitement, or if you're in need to vent about something.

He's not usually a very confronting person and tends to just ignore people that's been picking on him or making his life generally harder, but if someone ever crosses that line with you he'd make sure to show his Gryffindor side and defend you scaring that person off.

Draco Malfoy:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You huffed after taking on all those stairs leading up to the Astronomy tower, a place where you can be alone and be deep in your thoughts, after failing a Herbology test a day earlier, and stressing over it making sure to keep good grades in other classes and try to show a vast amount of intelligence and knowledge towards your professors and friends, due to their high expectations of you, you needed to breathe and be alone to just reset and be better, once you've made it up to the tower you noticed a tall figure, with blond hair and a black turtleneck piece suit leaning his broad arm over the ledge looking over the night stars, you walk over to the boy, gently saying "You like watching the starts to huh? I wouldn't take you as a guy who likes astronomy", you move closer beside him on the right leaning your hands against the ledge just like he did, "Why do you have to be here? can't you see this place is occupied?" he asked in a stern voice looking at your soft looking hair as the breeze of the cool night air began to sweep in the Astronomy tower leaving your hair messy yet desirable, you paused not answering his questions, "Draco, do you come here to get your mind off somethings as well?" you asked looking into the starts scattered like glitter all over a blank piece of paper, "it's none of your business, but if you must know I do come here to be alone... away from all filthy mud bloods and half blood freaks" he spat, now crossing his arm in frustration you move your face over to his, looking deep into his grey molten like silver eyes, not noticing his cheeks grew pink in color as he struggles to keep eye contact with you, "Tell me... what does the name Draco actually mean?" you wondered still looking into his eyes shifting the conversation away form blood statues, he takes a deep breathe and says "The name Draco is derives form an ancient Greek word meaning dragon or serpent, it's also a name of a constellation of stars in a shape of a dragon" he calmly says turning down his aggression against you, you nodded and slowly smile at his respond growing silent for a while still looking at the starts enjoying the constant breeze the night had brough in and out of the tower. Draco takes his chance on your distractions and studies your body up and down with a feeling of desirability running through his mind about how much he wants to be with you, he slowly moves to study your enchanting beautiful face, not being able to look away. After what felt like hours Draco asked, "Is something on your mind?", you nodded and mentioned your Herbology test and the constant pressure of putting on a smart and hard-working side of yourself always and not being able to show the true you sometimes, all Draco did was listen to your troubles until a certain amount of time has passed with absolute silence that it's time for the both of you to leave, he insisted on walking you back to your common room to keep you safe and once you both arrived in front of your house common room he gave you the sweetest smile with a wave goodbye before walking over into his own dorm room replying that sweet and intimate memory he had with you tonight over and over again.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to be secretive about his feelings for you and would buy you gifts that are quite expensive and something that you would love and give it away anonymously with a little note that usually says "Hope you enjoy this one and wear it often".

He treats you differently from other people, he's a lot nicer around you or somewhat more tolerable, still somewhat of a jerk but so much nicer.

He's the type to get jealous when other guys at school talks to you let alone even look at you but we already know everybody begs for your attention at this point, even if you're not his girlfriend or somebody he's romantically talking to or anything.

He makes sure nobody and I mean NOBODY tries to mess with you or bully you, he secretly threatens anyone who even tries whether it's a girl, a boy, or a non-binary person.

He looks at you up and down a lot and studies every feature you have on your body, sometimes you'd catch him looking and he'd offer an alluring smile at you before looking away.

He's not the type to be nervous around you or overly confident to just flirt in the open with you, he's more reserved and sends a very intense sexual tension between the two of you instead of awkward and cute energy like the others.

He tries to mess with you himself because he doesn't know how to act around you all he knows how to do is taunt and pick on people, but he makes sure to not go far, just enough to get you to clap back resulting in both of you to getting stuck in detention together so he can be alone with you intentionally.

Cedric Diggory:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You'd gone up to the owlery writing the last bit of things into the letters you're going to send to your family, as you seal the envelope, shut with wax you try to find your barn owl pet Twila, stuffing your ready-made letter into your pants pocket carefully as you look for your bright and witty owl. Once you've found her you give her a quick gentle stroke and praise before handing her your letter, as you retrieve your letter from your pants pocket, the owlery was swarmed by a semi-strong wind taking away your letter from your not so tight grip, "Oh no... my letter" you quickly blurted as you watched it about to blow out from the owlery, when a sudden hand had caught the letter just in time-saving you the trouble of rewriting the letter. " I believe this belongs to you?" He calmly asked with his charming smile, offering your back the letter before settling his eyes on your small figure, iridescent sparkly pair of Y/E/C eyes, and soft-looking Y/H/C hair, "Well yes it is thank you so much, Cedric, you've saved me so much time from re-writing this letter" you replied with the sweetest smile you can master up showing your pure gratitude to him as you gently put the letter into Twila's beak as you instructed her to fly the letter home, you and Cedric watched as Twila flies her bright white wings, away into the sunset as you both shared enjoyment of the scenery from up there, "So you're sending letters home huh? so am I" Cedric blurted handing his letter gently to another owl and ushering the owl to fly home, he turned to you smiling, and you replied with "Yeah mother and father have been waiting for me to write back their last week's letter just to make sure I'm alright", "Ah... I see, well shall we get out of here," he asks, "Yes please I'm actually quite afraid of heights" Cedric takes a minute to study your gorgeous facial features focusing primarily on your plump pink lips. "Well, why didn't you say so earlier shall we? Cedric's tall figure offers his muscular arm looking down at you with a smile, his smile was contagious as you link your arm around his staying close to his right side as your smile imitates his. The both of you take your time to carefully step down on each step as Cedric ensures you that he'll keep you safe on the stairs, he managed to spark up the best conversation collecting basic knowledge about you in a matter of minutes, as the both of you reach the front door of Y/H's common room Cedric mentioned the need to meet his friends in the library to study, as he gently plants a kiss to the back of your right hand as a goodbye, peaking your lips into a smile as you wave your hand goodbye, Cedric smile never erase out of his face during his study session, as he couldn't get the thought of what is like to kiss your pair of luscious pink lips out of his head.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He's the type to write you love letters anonymously like a secret admirer and leave little love notes in your dorm room, inside your book, on a desk you usually sit on in class, and through an owl.

He's a gentleman so he's bound to ask you, if he can walk you to wherever you're meant to go to keep you safe and to keep you company, making sure he offers his arm to you for support in the process.

The type to see you shivering and instantly takes his coat/jacket/robe off and put it on you with no hesitation.

He smiles a lot around you and is the type of person who makes good eye contact even if he doesn't like that person that way.

He'd kiss your hand when he needs to leave you or need to part ways because he's a gentleman.

When you take a walk with him, he makes sure to use etiquette and make you walk on the 'protected side of the school hallway or path just in case you fall, bumped into someday, or there's mud or puddles there.

He gives the best advice about anything and he's very mature for somebody his age whether it's advice about school since he's a bit older than you or anything that's bothering you in general.

Oliver Wood:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You were standing on one of the quidditch stands, roaring your best to cheer, as your house compete against Gryffindor as the colors of Y/H shone right around the stands with pride. "Angelina Johnson scores, 10 points to Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan announces as the bell dings to signify a point has been placed, despite that, you kept cheering as you watched your 3 house chasers working immensely hard as one throws it into the hoop only to be blocked by none other than Oliver Wood, the captain and a fellow keeper in the red and gold team. The Gryffindor clan cheered at his save, making your house slump and gasped in disappointment, you start to frustrate over the save but you watched as Oliver catches you amongst the crowd and gave you his charming yet cocky smile which made you roll your eyes with a smile appearing on your face a minute later. Throughout the game, you watched as Oliver blocked, and block and block, more Quaffle from entering the goal post, each time he's done this he made sure to look over at you to see if you were impressed by his skills and talent, but undeniably you were impressed giving him a round of applause and a proud smile, despite your house downfall. After Lee Jordan announces that the games are finished and Gryffindor won by catching the snitch you walked out of the quidditch stands with some disappointed group of people from your house, ready to head back to your common room before hearing your name being yelled across the pitch "Y/N...wait up", you turned your head back to find the sweaty and athletic figure of Oliver Wood running up to you, "I'm really sorry your house didn't win today, I'm sure they'll win in their next match" he huffed out looking straight into your pair of dazzling Y/E/C eyes with a smirk and a slight pink appearing on his cheeks form your beauty, leaving you in a state of wonder if it was nervousness or the flushes he gets from working so hard, "Oh Wood no need to be so civil I know my house isn't the best at quidditch, but yeah maybe they will win next time" you smile replying to his condolences as he wipes sweat from across his forehead, you stare at his exhausted and beaten energy, releasing you had a flask of ice cold water in your bag your offered it to him with a kind smile, "Here, you must be exhausted when you go back to your dorm room make sure you take a warm shower and eat lots at dinner tonight", he master up the biggest smile he could as he accept your offer brushing his hand against yours while he take the flask, "Thank you Y/N that's very kind of you" he takes a quick swig and was blissfully refresh, "Keep the flask if you want, so you can have some cold water with you always" he smiled at your offer and the thought of keeping one of his crush's belongings which he'd cherish and take good care of for the rest of his school year, you both ended your short conversations before walking over back to the Hogwarts castle together.

What he's like once he starts to like you ⬇️

He would ask you if you're going to come and watch today's quidditch game especially if Gryffindor is playing and he always says, "I'll make sure to block the Quaffle and take the win for you". and end it with a wink and a smirk.

When he plays quidditch he makes sure your sparkly Y/E/C eyes are watching him save the goals and shows off by doing tricks on his broom to make him look cooler and faster.

He'd invite you to hang out with him and his friends despite being way older than you every time, so he can hang out with you and get to know you better.

He looks for approval from you constantly pointing out something new about him or something he had achieved just to hear you say that he looks really good or that you're very proud of him for whatever he's achieved.

His voice softens when he talks to you.

He put aside his competitiveness for quidditch aside especially if Gryffindor loses around you, so you can see his calm and collected side even if you know he's extremely competitive.

Sometimes he forgets how to genuinely breathe when he sees you wearing regular clothes over your school uniform or when you have your soft-looking and aromatic-smelling Y/H/C hair down freely.

Fred Weasley:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You made your way out of the Hogwarts castle towards the clocktower courtyard, to meet with a few of your friends and to sit out in the sun enjoying a relaxing Saturday afternoon after a long week of studies, you smile, looking forward to catching up with your friends and funny gossips that have been going around school recently. You walked over with a messy ponytail hair and a small crossover bag finding your friends sitting by the antique fountain placed in the center of the courtyard, giving each of them a hug you take a seat yourself and catch up about boys, studies, and of course gossips, your smile was radiant and your messy hair added more to your already alluring face catching the attention of Fred Weasley walking across the courtyard, as he walks past your group of friends his red hair, chocolate brown eyes, and tall figure catches your loveable Y/E/C eyes, he met his eyes with yours simultaneously giving you his charming smirk and a wink making you giggle catching your friend's attention, "Wow Y/N you pretty much pull every single guy there is in Hogwarts no matter how old they are" one of your girlfriends stated nudging your arm with her elbow gently, you giggled and denied such accusations, despite all the guys drooling over you almost every day. Fred finally settle and lean against one of the pear trees growing in the courtyard, picking about 3 ripen pears he was deep in thought thinking about how he could catch the attention of a pretty girl such as yourself, and he slowly comes up with the concept of juggling, he made sure that there are a few other students scattered across to notice his skills and gather around him so you'd join in eventually, he starts to juggle and catches the attention of younger Hogwarts students and eventually they all cheer an gathered for him and even managed steal the attention of your friends as they bound to join with the others over curiosity of what was happening, you push past the crowd and watch as Fred juggle 3 pears making sure they all go over his left leg before ethe air only standing on his right, you giggle loudly at his funny skills, "This one is for you Y/N" Fred mentioned tossing you one of the pears he's been juggling, you caught the green pear with a smile as your friend gather around you and squeal in excitement over the red-headed boy romantic gesture, Fred kept showing different ways to juggle, entertaining everyone there, once he finally finished and round of applause was awarded to him, he gave you an attractive smile saying "Hope you enjoyed that one, I did that just for you" before giving you hug, you hug him back saying "Fred that was amazing you have to teach me how to juggle now so I can be just like you" you insisted, making Fred's heartbeat pound faster in the nicest way possible, "I can teach you how to do a basic juggle right now?" he offered, you nodded with enthusiasm as you listen to his instructions upon learning the art of juggling.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He'd give you a cheesy wink and pull a funny face at you to make you laugh and smile.

He openly flirts with you and is probably the type to also compliment you on a daily.

If anyone was to mess with you or treat you poorly whether it was a Hogwarts staff or students he'd pull the biggest prank on them to teach them a lesson not to mess with you.

Plays very roughly and likes to tackle you for fun, tickle you, or pick you up and pretend to chuck you into the great lake until you laugh and beg him not to do it.

Fred's usually the prank starter because he knows George will be there to mitigate the damage, but as long as you don't agree with a certain prank he's about to pull, he'll listen to your first even over George and not do it just to please you.

When he finds you upset or frustrated about something his number one focus is to cheer you up and make you laugh through dumb or random jokes, unlike George who focuses more on comforting you and being there for you.

He's the type to teach you random skills like juggling oranges or how to do a cartwheel just to spend a short amount of time with you.

George Weasley:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You take a seat inside the Three broomsticks inn nearest stool placed by the bar table, taking out a couple of Galleons ready to drink your sadness away, "Oh Y/N Y/L/N, it's you would you like the usual sweets?" she asked kindly with a charming smile, "Hello Madam Rosmerta and yes please I'd love the usual, although make that a double" you requested giving her a weak smile offering your galleons to her, "hard day I take it?" she asks as she takes the shiny golden coins and gets started on filling up 2 jugs full of butterbeer, "Yeah It's been a hard day, I've failed my Herbology test again this week and I've accidentally spilled babbling beverage potions all over a Ravenclaw student in potions, he couldn't stop speaking nonsense so I end up having detention for 3 days, thank merlin's beard that Professor Slughorn is compassionate about it, if it was Snape I would've been in detention for 2 weeks not mattering if it was an accident or not", you replied sighing as you slump on the bar table, Madam Rosmerta gently placed the 2 jugs of butterbeer on the table, "Oh cheer up sweets, it'll be better soon you're probably just having an off day toddy" She assured you patting your shoulder before leaving you to attend her other customers in need, while slumping take a deep sigh, before sitting up and drink your first butterbeer away, you ears tune in as the Pub and Inn door bell has chimed signifying that someone else has entered inside, you focused more on drinking your butterbeer trying to think of ways to be better at Herbology, " 1 jug of butterbeer please" he ordered giving Madam Rosmerta a couple of shiny coins, sitting at the stool right next to yours, you look over to find one of the Weasley twins sitting over the table, "Let me guess are you George?" you asked sipping your butterbeer away, "He looks back at you and said "I am, how can you tell?" he asked giving you his mischievous smirk. "Well, your nose slants down towards the tip and has a more rigid look to it. But, Fred’s nose goes out straight and doesn't have a rigid look. you smiled at him, and he paused as crimson shades of red peeked through his cheeks, "Wow you can tell us apart by our noses? he ask quickly saying thank you to madam Rosmerta as she handed him his butterbeer, "Well yeah of course every twin have at last one differences between the two" you smiled, "You're not wrong but would you say I'm cuter then Fred?" he asks as his playful smirk made its appearance on his lips, you laughed and roll your eyes at him instantly forgetting the terrible day you've had as you chatted with George for almost 2 hours getting to know the boy better.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He makes sure to always have a funny pickup line to chat you up with.

He's the type to playfully tease you instead of openly flirting with you to make you more comfortable and because Fred is so much bolder than him.

He would make fun bets with you on something stupid and offer rewards of 5 galleons or a date with him which he always suggested over the 5 galleons.

He likes to ruffle your hair and pat your head, his excuse is that he's older and taller than you so he's allowed to do that.

He dances stupidly to music like there’s no tomorrow and like no one’s watching him and he always managed to get you to join for fun.

He'd get your treats like chocolate frogs, butterbeer, or Bertie Bott's every-flavor beans almost weekly to make you smile.

He's more sympathetic than Fred and when he finds that you're upset or frustrated about something he focuses more on comforting you than making you laugh.

Blaise Zabini:

How he met you and start to have a crush on you ⬇️

You met Blaise outside of Slughorn's office one afternoon before the supper party started, both of you were a member of the Slug club. The Slug Club was an out-of-hours dining and social club made up of professor Horace Slughorn's most well-liked and sometimes famous students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You watched as he struggles to tie his bowtie tie neatly on his collared shirt without having a mirror there to assist him, you approach the tall figure with a gentle voice you asked, "Would you like some help with that?" He spins around to find your small figure, fitted into a soft pink midi slip-on dress, matching the softness of your eyes and a messy braid as a hairstyle, he finds you to be one of the most gorgeous girls that Hogwarts has to offer, he scans you up and down making sure to take his time, studying your body and face keeping his iconic cool face on, "I wouldn't mind some help... give it a go then", he replied calmly facing over to you, you take a step forward on your tippy toes and tie his bowtie for him making sure you're nice and close to make it look it's absolute best. Blaise finds it hard to keep his breathing easy around you, as your fruity-scented perfume travels around him the more you linger close trying to tie his bowtie. "There you go...your bowtie looks really nice" you smiled commenting the compliments on to him, "Thanks...you don't look so bad yourself you know?" he quietly mentioned not meeting your eyes, "Thanks Blaise let's go in shall we don't want to be walking in late on everyone" you replied smiling as he nodded and walked beside you, you came into Slughorn's office and was greeted by him before he invented you to take a seat, Blaise found the nearest seat and pulls the chair out and usher you sit down on the chair, you do as he instructed offering a thank you with a bright smile to show your gratitude to him, as he takes a seat right next to you, you both chatted away together waiting for everyone else to show up and eventually dinner is served.

What he's like once he starts to like you⬇️

He trusts you and opens up about certain things in his life that are super privet, and that even his closest friends don't know about.

He tucks loose hair behind your ear to see your face better but his excuse is that you have to look tidy for school and have some class and high standards for yourself.

He licks his lips while you talk to him which is quite attractive but he does that subconsciously while he makes eye contact with you trying to listen.

He's willing to help you with any favor you have, whether it's big or small, even if there's also a chance that he might get into trouble and end up in detention.

At this point he'd come up to you, just to ask if you can tie his tie for him preferably in public places where other boys/ students from Hogwarts can see and get jealous of him.

He has a very cold and aloof personality but when he's around you he defrosts that coldness and acts completely friendly and normal around you.

He usually sneaks you out of your dorm room after hours, preferably during midnight to take you on a walk around the great river and back.

A/N: I'm sorry if this one is a bit long I just want you guys to have a lot more stuff to read rather than just a few bullet points, but anyways I have the 3rd part of Our love deal and lots of one-shot fanfics in the works you're going to love it! so stay tuned and give me a follow I'd really appreciate it if you do and my request is still open so feel free to leave any suggestions there love you.

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In the Bleak Midwinter

By: FloreatCastellum

Prompt: In the Bleak Midwinter

Summary: ‘Twas the week before Christmas and in grand TTB tradition @floreatcastellumposts was serving up some heartbreaking, festive angst. Don’t forget your cloak as we journey into the forest with Dean.

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The snow is not settling on the ground. Each snowflake has a brief life of falling from the grey sky onto the scrubby grass and then vanishing at once. Dean supposes that in other weather it might be beautiful here; perhaps the sun would reflect gloriously off the small trout lake, perhaps the rushes of the river just over the bank would sway pleasantly in a warm summer breeze, perhaps the short, muddy grass would bloom with wildflowers.

But at the moment, all is washed grey with sleet, and he has that heavy coldness that comes from clothes that are always just a little bit wet. Shivering has become an unremarkable constant.

‘Accio trout,’ says Dirk, and three fish have a bewildering end to their lives as they are magically hoisted out of the cold water to struggle and twist for breath in the damp air. The ripples from them spread and then settle once more into grey, stone-like stillness.

They are setting up camp on a little island in the lake, accessible by a thin, creaking footbridge. Small wooden platforms punctuate the shore, for anglers who pay for the privilege of fishing here, Dean guesses, and a thicket of forest provides some shelter from the bitter wind which moans around them.

‘Bleak, innit,’ grumbles Ted, clearing the ground. ‘Grab that guyline, would you, son?’

Dean does so; the rope stings and leaves red marks on his numb hands but he’s used to this routine now. He twists it around a peg as it magically hammers itself into the ground, and knots it the way Dirk showed him. Ted is cursing under his breath; the frost has left the ground as hard as iron, and even with magic it’s proving difficult to get the pegs in.

The goblins speak in their harsh, guttural way, and then Gornuk says, ‘you need to descale and clean it.’

‘Yes, I know,’ says Dirk irritably. ‘You tell me every time.’

There’s more gobbledegook, and then snickering laughter; Dirk throws a dark look to Ted, who replies with an exasperated little chuckle and a shake of the head.

Dean and Ted continue putting the tent up; the sleet-snow is falling thicker now, though still not settling on the ground, so it’s with great relief that they finally get it up and are able to sit in the entrance and light a fire.

It’s a burst of colour, and Dean is briefly hypnotised by the dancing orange and flickering yellow and the rough sound of Dirk and the goblins descaling the fish nearby.

He is sick of bloody fish. Sick to death of it. It’s not as though he was someone who didn’t like fish before. His mother would stew fish, or pan fry it and serve with a mango salsa, or add to a curry, or serve up ackee and saltfish. All spice and heat and colour. It makes Dean think of the way the sun bounces off the cracked pavements of East London and the throb of music and bright but skimpy clothes. It used to make him think of a childhood holiday to Jamaica, fried fish on Hellshire Beach, golden sands and azure waters.

But out here, in a different middle of nowhere each day, they choose fish because it is the only reliable source of food available. They stick to rivers and lakes and stretches of lonely coastline because Dirk has perfected magical fishing, and they can no longer find much from raiding peoples’ allotments, so they’re guaranteed a meal. But after just a few seconds away from the fire it feels cold again, and in dim winter light it always looks grey, and there is not a hint of spice to warm his tongue. He is sick of spitting out flimsy little bones, even when he pushes his knife away from the spine like Ted showed him, even when the fish are filetted by the goblins (which is rare, because they enjoy the crunch).

He doesn’t think it’s enough, either - there’s no fat on fish, and he finds it hard to ever feel full on it, even when they manage to scavenge a few potatoes or rice to have with it. He craves red meat, daydreams about it, his mouth salivates as he imagines biting into a thick, juicy burger, or the smell of bacon frying, or the richness of Mum’s mutton curry.

He watches for a little while, as Dirk pulls a knife roughly across the fish, from the tail towards the head, sending scales flying into the air like metallic snowflakes. He turns his attention back to the fire; just looking at it warms him a little.

The low winter sun has darkened swiftly; the water of the lake seems to go black quicker than the night sky. Dean has never been much of a landscape artist. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the beauty of nature and all that (though he has found that he appreciates it far less now he is forced to live in it), but he’s found his drawings have always felt a little empty without a person in them.

So instead of the dramatic view ahead of him, of the snow falling in a flurry over black water and windswept rushes, he pulls out his sketchbook and warms up his fingers by drawing a rough, unidentifiable shadow descaling a fish.

‘That Dirk?’ Ted says after a while. He’s rubbing his hands together and blowing on them between their chatter. Dean’s own fingers are numb with cold; it’s all he can do to loosely hold the pencil.

‘I s’pose - not specifically. Just - the action. The pose.’

Dirk was squatting on the ground to clean the fish; one shoulder against a tree trunk to keep him steady. Dean had been practising the lines and perspective of it.

‘I was going to say, you’ve drawn him far too attractive.’

Dean grinned, and Ted continued.

‘I hope when you draw me you do the same; take a few pounds off, iron out some wrinkles. Make my hair a bit thicker.’

‘Sure, mate, I can do that for you.’

Ted tutted. ‘I thought you’d argue - where’s your artistic integrity? Aren’t you meant to tell me those things make me more interesting?’

Dean laughs out loud. ‘I s’pose a proper artist would.’

‘And what stops you being a proper artist?’ asks Ted. His voice is a little like a friendly teacher, or beloved uncle. He’s taken Dean under his wing a bit, which Dean appreciates.

‘Being paid,’ says Dean flatly.

‘What’re your rates?’

‘You couldn’t afford ‘em, Ted.’

Ted hisses, his shoulders shaking with restrained laughter. ‘That’s cold, son. You know I can’t wander into Gringotts.’

Dirk and the goblins return and the fish are charmed to rotate slowly over the fire. The smell of them roasting fills the cold air, and Dean watches their eyes shrivel and blacken. He thinks about Hogwarts, and how the food magically appeared, hot and fresh and deliciously prepared. He thinks about how he and Seamus used to complain about it being boring.

He would love some boring food right now. A boring shepherds pie, a dull pasta bake, a dreary fish and chips. Something warming and comforting and plain.

‘Is Potterwatch on tonight?’ asks Ted.

‘Er… I’ll grab my diary, I wrote it down…’ says Dirk, and he squeezes awkwardly past Dean and Ted to vanish into the tent.

The snow has started to settle now, Dean notices. It’s collecting at the edges of things first. The roots of sleeping, bare trees, the grooves of the little wooden fishing platform.

‘Gringotts will be suffering without that man’s organisation’ says Ted, taking a long stick and prodding at the base of the fire. ‘Legendary. Bet he was like that at school too. Bet he was Head Boy.’

‘Eh?’ comes Dirk’s voice from the depths of the tent.

‘You were Head Boy, weren’t you? After I left.’

Dirk staggers clumsily out of the tent, sniffing in the biting cold, and settles back down by the fire. ‘Yeah, that’s right,’ he says absent-mindedly, opening his red planner and rifling through the pages. ‘School swot, I was.’

‘I wasn’t,’ Ted told Dean. ‘Too cool for that.’

Dean grinned. ‘Same. I mean - I didn’t get Prefect, so-’

‘Blimey,’ says Dirk suddenly, looking at his diary. He looks up. ‘Merry Christmas, everyone.’

A heavy silence falls on the three wizards; just the slight spit of the fire and crackle of the fish roasting. The goblins exchange glances that seem to Dean to be exasperated smirks, and start muttering quietly in gobbledegook.

‘Oh,’ says Dean.

‘Happy Christmas,’ says Ted hollowly.

The snow falls thicker, collecting easily now, resting on that which has already fallen.

It hits Dean very hard then. He tries to reason with himself; it is just a day, that is all. If he had not known the date, the sun would have risen and set and the night passed overhead with the same dreary monotony as any other at the moment, and he would have felt no stronger.

But he does know, and he feels suspended in it. He is left bereft, devastated, almost abandoned as he thinks about what this day should be, what it has always been to him – full of warmth and excitement and joy and love, and it is like being torn apart from his family all over again. He does not dare speak, because he knows his voice will crack.

‘Not how I’d like to be spending it, no offence to you lot,’ Ted says.

Dean swallows, and nods.

‘I’ve not got any of you anything,’ says Dirk.

‘You got us some fish,’ says Ted. ‘Cheers, mate.’ It’s a weak attempt at bravado, but Dean appreciates it. He tries to salvage something of it himself, and returns to the rough sketch that was supposed to be him practising form. With fingers stinging from cold, he does what he can to improve it, to make it more recognisable, to make it look like he put some thought and care into it.

‘You’re welcome,’ Dirk says to Ted, a wobble in his voice.

It remains a rough looking sketch, but he signs it, tears it out from the pad, and leans over, holding it out to Dirk. He had nothing else to give him, in these circumstances. ‘Merry Christmas,’ he says, to Dirk’s surprised face.

‘Well - thanks, I - oh! Hah!’ He gives a spluttered, watery laugh as he looks fondly down at the drawing. ‘Thank you, Dean, really.’

Ted whistles, long and low and approving. ‘Signed and everything, Dirk, that’ll be worth a few bob in the years to come, trust me.’

‘I’ll get started on yours now, Ted,’ Dean assures him. ‘How do you want to be posed?’

‘Heroically.’

‘Lying in your camp bed snoring, got it.’

They try, they really do. They dance around it, they feign lightheartedness, they take the dark, terrible, lonely thoughts that are screaming in their brains and try to pretend that they do not in fact feel them, that they can shrug it off.

The snow falls thicker and thicker as they eat their fish (instantly cold), and retreat into the tent for scant warmth. They force laughter. Even the goblins seem to take pity and offer up a flask of something goblin made that Dean cannot pronounce but tastes, to him, like vodka.

‘You lot don’t celebrate Christmas then?’ Ted asks them.

‘No,’ says Gornuk flatly, ‘but we understand the traditions for you.’

Dean finishes the drawing of Ted, and offers it as a Christmas gift with a great flourish. He offers to repay the gift of alcohol with drawings of the goblins. They do not seem impressed. With that, they retire to their camp beds, leaving the three wizards to carry on drinking.

The alcohol liberates the unspoken words. It is Ted who raises the subject of their longing loneliness first. ‘Who’re you missing this year, Dean?’ he asks. ‘Who’s the family waiting for you to come home?’

‘My mum,’ admits Dean. ‘Sisters.’

‘Older or younger?’

‘Younger - we’re all so close, they were furious when I went away to school. I’ve never had a Christmas without them though. I wonder how it’s going for them.’

‘I wonder how my daughter’s Christmas is going,’ Ted says vaguely. ‘She’ll be… a few months along now, I suppose.’

‘You going to be a grandad, Ted?’ Dean asks.

He hums and nods slowly. ‘Apparently so.’

‘Next Christmas will be fantastic,’ Dirk tells him. ‘With a little one running round. Or, well, crawling.’

‘You’re going to be a great Grandad,’ Dean says. ‘The favourite one, I bet.’

‘Do you know, I don’t even know if there is another grandad, I don’t know much about my son-in-law, considering,’ says Ted. ‘Everything moved pretty quickly, then I had to leg it.’ He looks at Dirk. ‘Who are you missing this Christmas?’

Dirk thinks for a long time, staring at the flickering paraffin lamp on the table. When he speaks, Dean can hear the heavy regret in every long pause between words. ‘You know, I… I spent so many years thinking there was time for… all that… later. I was so…’ He took a great shuddering breath and turned to Dean. ‘You don’t know how lucky you are, you know.’

Dean doesn’t feel lucky, but he also knows these men well enough by now to wait, and listen.

‘This is awful, obviously, but you had some good school years. When we were at school, muggleborns had to prove themselves a hundred times over to be in with a shot of getting a decent job. Didn’t we, Ted?’

Ted sniffed, and nodded, his eyes fixed on the lamp too. ‘Yeah - bloody hard if you were average like me, but I tried to keep a good sense of humour and that helped more than you’d expect, just about. Wasn’t easy though. Got into my fair share of scraps.’

Dean could not imagine Ted as a fighter, but Dirk swiftly clarified the confusion. ‘They used to target us, didn’t they, Ted? Horrific, what some of them used to get away with - then they all became Death Eaters later, didn’t they? You just tried to keep your head down.’

‘Well,’ said Ted fairly, ‘or you started scandalous relationships with Slytherin pureblood girls, but you know, we all had different tactics for survival.’

Dirk laughed. ‘You were a braver man than me - I just studied hard, tried to prove I deserved my place. Got there in the end. I don’t suppose you remember Lily Evans, Ted? Later became Lily Potter?’

‘No, she was too many years below me, never really crossed paths, from what I recall.’

‘She was the year above me; her tactic was to bloody try and kill ‘em with kindness, she was friends with some of them, for a bit anyway. Obviously didn’t work for her. But she was similar to me, talented enough to get into the Slug Club, but bloody hell did she have to work for it.’ He sighed heavily. ‘And I was the same, and anyway - I got myself a decent job, and worked hard and just kept working hard… Never really accepted that I was safe from any of that, never focused on anything but work.’

‘You regret it?’ Ted asks quietly.

‘I never did before,’ says Dirk. ‘I was proud. I still am, really. And I suppose I should count myself lucky there’s no wife or kiddies at home missing me. But… it would be nice to be missed.’ He turns to Dean, and fixes him with the sort of stern stare Professor McGonagall so often gave, in what feels like a lifetime ago. ‘Don’t become a cynic like me,’ he implores. ‘Don’t let them rob you of joy too. When all this is over, make sure you actually live - really live.’

He seems to realise what he says, and for some reason this embarrasses him. He flushes, and seizes the flask of vodka-like drink, and takes a swift gulp.

Dean nods, but then lets the silence awkwardly rest over them. He knows the cause - knows what all of them are thinking. When will this be over, really? Will it ever be over? Will they see the end of it? Or will they freeze out here in this bleak and barren landscape?

He tries to think of something else to say. ‘I didn’t realise Harry’s mother was muggleborn,’ he says at last.

‘He never mentioned it? I thought you said you were in the same dorm,’ says Ted.

‘We were. He doesn’t talk about his parents. Not to me, at least. Never really mentions them.’

‘That’s a shame,’ says Dirk. ‘They were decent people. Well, Lily definitely. James Potter could be a bit of a prat to be honest.’

A moment for the words to sink in, and then they splutter with shocked laughter.

Dirk’s words swirl around Dean’s head as he tries to sleep that night. They leave a lamp on low for the scant warmth, so he stares at the warm, flickering yellow glow as he thinks about them. After the war is over, he must live. Truly live.

He should, he knows, be thinking about his family. And it’s not to say that he hasn’t been thinking about them, because of course he has. He misses them so much it is sheer agony. He wants to risk it all and apparate right back to them, just to feel them in his arms even for a brief few seconds. He yearns to hear his mother’s voice. Perhaps he will find a payphone soon, and call. Maybe that would be safe.

But in truth, it is not them that he is fixating on as he gazes into the dim lamplight.

He thinks instead of the most lively person he knows. The person that has him roaring with laughter. The person who always finds the fun in something. The person that seems to be synonymous to happiness.

Silently, without waking the others, he gets out of bed. His pencil once again glides over the page, the guidelines soft, the tone layered up, careful detail. It’s as though his hand moves of its own accord, he doesn’t really register what he’s doing except for the fact that a hundred, a thousand, a million different fragments of memory were pummelling through his brain, each one as though painted by watercolour, soft and clouded and drowning in colour and light.

How long it takes him to draw in that dim light he isn’t sure, but he eventually puts down his pencil and looks upon perhaps the best piece he has ever created. If only he had watercolours, to add to it, to bring it away from that black and white and into something truly reflective of the person he was trying to capture. He was beautiful, Dean realises. He has never considered it before.

Still as though in a daze, he pulls on his boots, swings his coat over his shoulders, and slips out of the tent. The snow is thick now, it crunches underfoot, but otherwise muffles the world so that he stepped into a strange, close silence. The branches of the trees are covered in frost and ice, a strange tinsel, glittering in his wand light.

He goes down to the wooden platform that perches just over the water edge. It has not frozen over but it is uncommonly still, and in the snow and the dark it is black looking, as though the depths of it continue forever. His fingers are numb and prickling in the chill already, but he takes out the drawing and holds it before him. It is cast in faint blue from the light of his wand.

Seamus stares back at him, with the slight upturn of his mouth and hooded eyes that Dean fiercely knows to be the pale blue of a morning sky but are here cast, by circumstance alone, in the grey lead of his pencil.

Dean wonders if it is normal to feel suspended like this when thinking about someone. He wonders if it’s normal to think this strongly about a friend. He wonders if it is normal to miss a living person so strongly it feels like grief, like the gently increasing pain of being out here in bleak weather is nothing compared to his warm absence.

He wonders why he does not want to risk anyone seeing this drawing, this outpouring of… He cannot admit the word to himself.

Instead, he crouches, and gently places the drawing on the surface of the still water. For a moment, it seems as though it hasn’t even made a ripple, but then he sees it, reaching out into the night. The drawing of Seamus floats for a while, and he watches it, hoping desperately, praying, even, that all of this will end. That spring will eventually soften this iron hard earth, that they will see one another again at last.

Gradually, the drawing sinks into the safety of the black water, unseen by anyone but Dean. He watches it vanish, and feels oddly freed.

He will see him again, he decides. And this time, as Dirk suggests, they will live. Really live.

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i. Revelation

Written for @microficmay‘s prompt revelation and Week 1′s sensory challenge using sight and hearing. Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas General | WC: 50 | Tags: Singing, hidden talents, surprises, dorms __

He’s walking into the boys’ dormitory when he hears it. A breathy, raspy voice crooning heartfelt words in Gaelic. Dean’s eyes grow wide. He blinks. Surely, that’s not— But it is. Dean can only gape as he soaks in the gorgeous revelation of Seamus Finnigan singing with his whole being. You can also read on AO3, or check out the full Deamus microfic series under #love you for the rest of my life.

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Friday Night at the Cackling Cat

The Hogwarts gang gathered at the Cackling Cat wizard pub most Friday nights.

Prompt from FB page Hermione's Nook. Heard of Cards Against Humanity? Well, Harry Potter-ize it, then make a crackfic out of it and here we are! This was my prompt - I don't know how cracky it is, but I hope you enjoy:

The Hogwarts gang gathered at the Cackling Cat wizard pub most Friday nights, crowded around a long table at the back.

Going anti-clockwise around the table sat George, Seamus and Dean, Pansy, then Blaise and Luna. Up the other side were Ron and Hermione, Harry, Draco, and finally Ginny and Neville.

They were usually a lively bunch, though tonight their merriment was slightly muted by the bad news Neville just delivered.

"The Quibbler rejected my story about Dumbledore entering a Gandalf the Grey lookalike contest." Neville sighed into his pint, then took a large gulp.

"But you got it straight from the man himself," Dean objected. "Well, his portrait, anyway."

The group turned toward Luna, sipping on her Bloody Mary.

She nodded. "Daddy thought your article was well written and very amusing, they just had too many submissions of that same story. Apparently, once his beard was long enough it became a kind of hobby for him to enter those contests."

"Like his knitting!" Harry chimed in and Luna pointed at him with the celery stick from her drink in confirmation before wiping it off and sticking it behind one ear.

The table gave a collective "Ahhh!" at the explanation and turned back to Neville.

He shrugged and nodded, but still looked so forlorn Ginny grabbed his face and kissed both cheeks, which made him laugh. The mood lifted considerably and they all laughed along as Ginny nudged him repeatedly in the side with her elbow. He made as if to tickle her and she jumped away, bumping into Draco and sending his nose into the foam of his beer.

He swore viciously, glaring over his shoulder at the snickering redhead, who had taken the opportunity to leap into Neville's lap and cling to him in mock fear.

Neville held her to him firmly with one hand at her waist and waved a butter knife at the Slytherin with the other, prompting mournful cries of "Mercy, O Mighty Snake Killer!" from Blaise and Pansy and bows of reverence from the Gryffindors on the other side of the table.

Draco rolled his eyes at them all, wiping his face. Harry reached over and rubbed a broad thumb over the top of his lip. Stunned, Draco watched him lick the alcohol from his thumb and felt his pulse start to pound. Harry winked and Draco felt his loins tighten in response. He schooled his expression and raised a haughty brow, which only made Harry grin and drink deeply of his beer to get his own foamy lip then raise a brow in clear challenge.

Neither of them noticed the table go quiet, eyes darting back and forth between them as if as a tennis match.

Draco narrowed his eyes and pinched Harry's chin between his thumb and finger to hold him still and swooped down to lick the foam from Harry's lip with a long stroke of his tongue. He lifted his head to check Harry's reaction and felt rather smug when the Chosen One only blinked through glazed-over eyes.

Which lasted mere seconds as Harry surged up to plant a great sucking kiss on his mouth, knocking the breath from Draco's lungs and the pint from his hand, which Ginny caught handily, raising it in victory as the table erupted in cheers and groans. Again, neither of them noticed the money changing hands from the bets made on when they would finally get a clue, too busy snogging each other silly.

Pansy held up her winnings and declared the next round on her and basked extravagantly in the waves of kisses being blown her way. Soon, everyone had a fresh drink of their choice and Seamus picked up an earlier thread of conversation.

"Shouldn't they be havin' lookalike Dumbledore contests now? Who fuckin' cares about Glandorf whatshisname, anyway?"

"Oh, but they do over in Leeds!" a passing barmaid piped up behind him. "Every Friday in August at the Dove & Dragon! A nice long beard and those twinkling eyes, you'd be a shoe-in, love!" She ran her finger along his jaw and bopped his nose before bouncing away. Seamus watched her go with hearts in his eyes.

George thumped the table, making several glasses and their owners jump. "That's an idea! We can have of of those at Wheezes, judge some Harry Potter lookalikes to promote our new line of enchanted action figures! Give one away as top prize. What do ya say, Harry?"

Finally coming up for air from Draco's kisses, Harry pointed at George and gave an emphatic "NO! No, no, never again!" then clamped his hand over his mouth at what he just revealed.

The table, as one, perked up and focused on him like a pack of hunting dogs on a scent.

George's grin was sly, "Again?" The rest of the group also made inquiring noises, including Draco and Harry refused to look at him.

Hermione, sitting to his left and sucking down the last of her third strawberry daiquiri, started to giggle the way she did when she was more than halfway pissed and Harry knew she was seconds away from spilling everything.

Harry put his head in his hands. "Fuck."

Ron looked between his best friend and his fiancee, confused, "What? What'd he do? And why don't I know what he did??"

Hermione leaned back against him and waved her empty glass wildly toward the despondent Harry; the tiny umbrella flew out and bounced off his head onto the table where Luna snatched it up and put it behind her other ear.

"Oh Ron it was the best thing! The best most perfectly awful thing I ever saw in my life! Oh Harry!" Hermione's giggles cut off with a snort and she slapped her hand over her face and began hissing behind it.

"Oh God," Harry groaned.

"Come now, Potter," the deep voice of Blaise beckoned. "Confess your sins and we shall be merciful." Harry didn't have to look to know Zabini had a wicked grin on his face.

Several voices began to whisper-chant Confess Confess Confess; Harry whimpered pitifully.

"Did our Golden Boy impersonate himself at a Harry Potter look alike contest?" Pansy purred from behind her martini.

"He didn't! You didn't!" Ron gasped over at his friend.

"HE DID!" Hermione sang out with drunken glee.

"Why on earth--?" Ron started but Hermione cut him off.

"He bet me." She placed her daiquiri glass down on table with the exaggerated care of the slightly soused. "Said my bill on reforming the werewolf statute wouldn't go through. MY bill!"

Shaking heads and tsking sounds followed in admonishment for such folly.

"Why on earth--?" Ron started again in reaction to that statement, this time interrupted by George.

"Nevermind all that! The contest, Potter, spill it!"

Harry just shook his head against his hands. Hermione pushed against his shoulder with rather more force than she intended, almost sending him into Draco's lap, which he wouldn't have minded except for how Draco chuckled under his breath at him. He glared at both of them. They both ignored him. He threw back his firewhiskey and raised his hand to signal for another.

The contest, Hermione cheerfully explained in slightly slurred speech, was held in Hogsmeade at the Three Broomsticks, with several kids and adults dressed up as the Hero of the Wizarding World. As part of losing the bet, Harry had to make his best effort, so he put on his old Quidditch uniform and carried his Firebolt.

Then they had a round of trivia questions to single out the most knowledgeable and reward the top three that answered the most correctly.

"So what did you win, Harry?" Luna inquired sweetly, shaking more Tobasco sauce into her fresh drink.

Harry mumbled into his hands.

"What was that?" Seamus put his hand to his ear and leaned over the table, grinning widely.

Harry sighed, cleared his throat, and spoke up, "I didn't. I placed third."

The table erupted in gasps of shock and shrieks of laughter. Harry rolled his eyes and thumped his head down on the table in shame.

Hermione fell against Ron in a fit of giggles, almost sending him off his chair. Her head landed in his lap, where she continued giggling into his crotch and Ron leaned back, unsure if he wanted to help her up or enjoy the moment.

Wolf whistles from the Dean/Seamus/George side of the table had him sticking two fingers up at them and pulling her back up into her chair, where she promptly tipped the other way and snorted with laughter against Harry's shoulder.

"How could you lose? YOU'RE THE REAL HARRY POTTER!" thundered George.

Harry sat up and threw up his hands. "That trivia game was ridiculous! They asked stupid things like what's Harry Potter's favorite dessert?"

"Treacle tart," the table answered as one.

Harry blinked, then shrugged. "Yeah, alright, but everyone knows that. Then it was all what's his favorite color? how does he eat his eggs? who was his first kiss? boxers or briefs? coffee or tea? On and on! And when I answered them, half the time they told me I was wrong. ME!"

"And you were beaten by two fake Harry Potters?" Ginny asked, reaching over for Pansy's discarded martini olives and popped them in her mouth.

"First place went to a fellow that thinks Harry wears briefs, likes coffee and poached eggs and that I was his first kiss!" Hermione paused and shared a grimace with Harry at the thought. "Must have committed every awful Rita Skeeter article to memory."

"And second?" Blaise prompted, his voice as deep and smooth as the red wine in his glass.

"Oh he was just the cutest thing!" Hermione cooed. "Little robe and teeny tiny Gryffindor tie, curly black hair and these plastic frames perched on his nose that kept going crooked. Waving his little wand at everything shouting Sparmoose! Sparmoose! How old was he again, Harry?" She pinched at his shirt and tugged.

Harry hung his head, "Two."

If it was possible to die of laughter, several of those gathered were well on their way. George was already on the floor rolling around like a madman. Dean and Seamus clung to each other to keep from falling out of their seats. Ginny and Pansy were slumped over the table, cry-laughing into their elbows.

Harry looked up at Draco, at his pursed mouth and twinkling silver eyes and shook a finger at him, "Don't you dare!"

Draco caught that finger, brought it to his mouth and nipped at the end. Harry stared at that mouth, suddenly feeling much better. He stood and pulled Draco up with him, then turned to address the table.

"You are all horrible people and I love you all. Except you." He bent down and pressed a kiss to Hermione's head. Hermione kissed her fingers at him in return and snuggled back against Ron, pulling his arms around her.

Ron winked at Harry over her curls. "'First to leave!'" he quoted, as per custom.

"'Last round on me!' Harry finished with a wink and pulled Draco out the door as his friends cheered behind him.

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octoberscigarettes · 11 months

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only god knows why i abandoned all of my WIPs to write sad girl poetry and to then proceed writing random deamus things and idk where any of this is going

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acanadianmuggle · 1 year

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Complete - Rated T - 3100 words

There's been a theft at London's National Portrait Gallery. Luckily Auror Detective Hermione Granger is on the case and she's pretty sure she knows where the clues will lead her.

DFW DOND - Broom Cupboard

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rmwb-fanfics · 2 years

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HP Fanfic: Regretfully Uncaring Chapter 46: A Melody of Lies

Keep in mind that this was originally a part of the previous chapter, so this starts with its feet on the ground running.

Pacing is a bit of an issue tbh, but I think it's important that this moves fast.

Preview:

And so, one by one, the Gryffindors crawled through the portrait hole, and into Gryffindor tower. Glass and rubble lay everywhere. Portions of the ceiling had collapsed, and dust filled the air.

"Lumos!" Ron shouted, holding the light high above his head as a beacon to those following him. "We'll move slow! Keep someone in view. Don't get lost!"

McGonagall fell into step next to Ron. "There is a point to be made that I should be holding that map and leading my students to safety," she observed, but then she turned to look up at him with a proud smile. "But of your brothers, you were always my favourite,"

Ron felt his cheeks heat, and an odd nostalgic pride swelled in his chest. "Thanks, Professor,"

"Anytime,"

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pete-thecat · 10 months

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Airakuss ever increasing Polaroid collection (some taken by Malfoy).

Go read my fic 🫶🫶🫶

Son Of Marauders on ao3 by Kyd_Lupin00 (me)

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The Heist pt. 7

in which we get a bit of a backstory for Theo and Hermione.

Two Dates

“Let me get this straight,” Blaise’s brown eyes narrowed in on Draco as he leaned back in his seat. Draco sat across from him at his desk, a cup of tea in his hand. Theo sat to Blaise’s left, while Granger sat on her favorite spot atop Draco’s desk, the corner closest to Zabini.

Draco didn’t miss the way Zabini’s eyes kept drifting toward the thighs pressed together as she flipped through a book on Phlebotomy.

“You want me to help you screw over Astoria Greengrass.” Zabini’s cat-like gaze settled back on Draco. “The woman I was set to marry before your family swooped in and cemented an engagement.”

Granger looked up from her book, suddenly intrigued with the conversation.

“I think I did you a favor, if you think about it.” Draco murmured before taking a sip of his tea. “You were always pining after her older sister. Things would have gotten messy.” He added before adding another spoonful of sugar.

“The same woman,” Zabini went on, undeterred. “That you left at the alter.”

“So, I did us both a favor.” Draco lamented.

Theo snorted but quickly covered it up with a cough when Zabini shot him a glare.

“I think the deal works out in your favor quite a bit.” Granger said and held up a perfectly manicured nail. “You will get more publicity and recognition for your research facility with willing participants.” She held up a second finger. “And you get a fascinating artifact to study.”

“Plus you get to screw over the girl who rejected you.” Draco tossed in, causing Granger to look at him, her eyes warning him to behave. He grinned brightly at her as he took a sip from his tea. Her eyes warmed but the warning remained tucked into the edges.

When Draco slid his eyes back to Zabini, he found the wizard watching Granger, a calculating look in his eyes.

“Okay,” He nodded. “I’ll do it.”

“You will?” Theo asked, his chin resting in his hand, elbow pressed into the chair.

“On one condition.”

“Of course.” Theo rolled his eyes.

“Naturally.” Draco nodded, expecting a caveat in his agreement. “What do you have in mind?”

Zabini’s eyes seemed to brighten as he looked, meaningful, from Draco to Granger. “A date with you.”

Granger snorted that snort that caused a recent bout of fondness in Draco. “Me?” She looked behind her.

Theo scoffed and said, “That’s preposterous,” the same time that Draco reacted with, “Excuse me?”

Zabini grinned and stood from his seat. “Those are my terms.” He dusted of his suit and stepped closer to Granger.

Theo stiffened in his seat while Draco found his jaw aching from how hard he was clenching it.

“What do you say, Granger? One little date can’t hurt. Surely, it’s nothing compared to all of this,” His hand gestured, flippantly, toward the desk. All of the information and proposed offers were laid out.

Granger straightened, her shoulders rolling back as she appraised Zabini.

“Okay.” She nodded.

Draco’s jaw loosened and he forced his mouth to lift in a grin as Theo did no such thing. He openly protested the agreement with a scowl and the lowering of his head into his hand.

“Perfect. I’m free on Friday evening. Pick you up at seven?”

“That’s the night before!” Theo hissed but Granger nodded and stuck her slender little hand into Zabini’s much larger one.

“It’s a date. F.Y.I. I don’t do Indian food on a first date.”

“First?” Theo was appalled as Zabini chuckled.

“I don’t do Thai.”

“Make it expensive.” She said before looking back to the book in her lap.

Zabini looked at Draco. “Tell the Potters that my office will get in touch with them later today.”

“Will do.” Draco grinned at his old school mate and leaned back in his chair, finishing the last dredges of his tea.

Theo watched Zabini left, but didn’t say a work until the flare of Draco’s Floo alerted them to his departure from the home.

Draco watched as Theo turned in his seat and the two men’s eyes met. They exchanged the same look of unease before they both looked to Granger as she said,

“Would either of you consider yourself an artist?”

Draco lifted a brow while Theo shrugged. “I’m a con artist. That counts, right?”

Granger huffed out a laugh and looked up at Theo with a playful roll of her eyes. “Can you draw, though?”

Theo nodded at Draco. “That would be Draco’s expertise.”

This caused Granger to twist and look at Draco. “You draw?”

“I doodle.” He sniffed.

“He lies.” Theo stood and stretched before moving over to the bookshelf he enjoyed browsing, though the selections never changed.

“Why?” Draco asked her and she jumped off the desk. She quickly dropped her book onto the desk before summoning photographs, likely from her charmed little purse.

“I already ruined one walrus ivory myself.” She explained and spread a few pictures of The Wand onto his desk. She made her way over to his side of the desk and leaned over his left arm to point to the first picture. “I figured out how to create the flint like carvings, but I’m afraid I’m a shite artist.”

Draco chuckled, but his nose was filling with her scent, making him crave something citrusy. Something sweet.

“I had to go see Cormac again to get another.” She paused and looked up at Theo who was pointedly looking away from her, and into a book Draco was certain he wasn’t reading. “I’d really rather not go see him again.” She added, her voice lowering.

Draco nodded and ran his finger over the carvings on the photograph of The Wand. She had printed several angles of the Wand, allowing him to see every angle. “I’ll do it.” He assured her, and looked up to meet her eyes. She was still leaned over his arm, and her breasts brushed slightly against his bicep as she smiled down at him.

“Do you have the ivory in that clever little purse of yours?” His voice was lower than he had meant, but his eyes greedily took in the way her lips parted in shock before they pulled into a grin.

“It is.” She pulled away and moved to get the purse that was sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch.

He knew that she could have summoned it but chose to fetch it, as if eager to put distance between them. Draco thought that it might have been to hide the blush that filled her cheeks as she turned away.

The familiar sound of the Potters drifted down the hall, towards the study, apparently arriving through the Floo.

When they entered the room, Teddy Lupin was trailing them, his bright blue hair nearly as blinding as the smile he flashed them all as he hurried over to the stack of magazines in Draco’s study.

“Potters,” Draco greeted them with a nod of his head.

“Hey.” Ginny frowned and cut straight to the point, as they had just come back from their first meeting with Astoria.

Ginny, being incredibly proactive, didn’t wait for Astoria’s personal assistant to schedule the Potters in. No, the witch somehow found the witches preferred restaurant for dinner and just happened to be stopping by for takeout. The two witched had hit it off and scheduled brunch for the next morning.

“We have a problem.” She said, as she settled into the chair Zabini had vacated. Potter glanced over at Theo who was watching Granger with narrowed eyes.

“Astoria is in.” Harry said, which didn’t sound like a problem.

“But?” Draco drawled.

“But she insists that other well-known members of the Wizarding worlds high society partake.”

“So? Zabini will more than likely garner enough high class assholes to throw their support in.” Theo frowned as Granger retrieved the ivory from her purse.

“Well,” Harry rubbed at the back of his neck, suddenly very uncomfortable. “She’s asked us to get your support.” He said to Draco. “Said if we can get you involved, then she would agree.”

This was surprising, but Draco merely grinned and held his hand out for the ivory that Granger was walking over. “Did she.” He hummed and allowed his eyes to run over the smooth piece of ivory, almost identical to the last one she had shown him. “This one is better,” He lifted his eyes to Granger, who nodded her agreement. This one appeared older, and therefore required less aging on their part.

“Well?” Ginny prodded Draco, pulling his attention back to her and her husband.

“I’ll need a date. Granger?” He looked up to the witch to find her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“You want me to go as your girlfriend to what? Make you ex-fiancé jealous?”

Draco shook his head. “Not jealous. If I let her think I’m single, she’ll find a way to rub it in my face.” Or sink her claws in, he thought to himself.

“How does this help our situation, exactly?” Theo pushed away from the book shelf.

But Draco looked up at Granger and grinned at her as he replied, “I can think of a few ways it could help.”

She licked her lips and tilted her head. “You have dimples. When did you get dimples?”

“So is that a yes?”

She rolled her eyes and let out a bored sigh. “If I do, then who is going to act as lead researcher?”

“Theo,”

“Polyjuice?” She asked, eyes shining.

“Ugh, I hate polyjuice. Let me transfigure myself.” He whined.

“Transfiguring wont be enough. You’re too recognizable.” Granger reasoned. “You cannot transfigure your eyes, Theo.”

Theo looked up from his book, a bit dumbstruck. “My eyes?”

“Yes,” Granger sighed. “They’re quite distinct.”

“They are lovely.” Ginny mused, agreeing with Granger.

“Is that what you think?” Theo demanded of Granger but she merely shrugged.

“So it’s decided. I’ll go if Granger agrees to be my date.”

“I will, as long as Theo takes on the role as Lead Researcher.”

“Do I need to point out the fact that you’ve just accepted two dates in one day?” Theo closed the book and shoved it onto the shelf.

“This,” She gestured to Draco. “Isn’t really a date.”

“It isn’t?” Draco asked with a grin.

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Who else are you going on a date with?” Harry asked, thoroughly amused. Ginny looked exceedingly excited.

“That isn’t really a date, either.”

“Don’t say that to Zabini.”

“Zabini?” Ginny squawked.

“It’s part of the deal we made in order for him to go along with stealing from Greengrass.”

Teddy tossed his magazine onto the table and eyed Theo. “Why are you so upset about Aunt Hermione? Do you want to take her out on a date?”

Theo scoffed and attempted several syllables before he rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I already have.”

“Details!” Ginny exclaimed and clapped her hands together. Granger, meanwhile, only smirked at her friend while Harry lifted an eyebrow.

“I thought you two were just partners in crime.”

“We are. That’s when it first started.” Theo grinned.

“It started out as a date.” Granger slid herself onto that corner of the desk she preferred so much. “But instead of giving me a kiss at the end.”

“We partook in a good ol’ round of B and E.”

“B and E?” Teddy asked.

“Breaking and entering.” Hermione supplied before looking at Draco, who was grinning broadly at her. “We broke into Marcus Flint’s home and took a souvenir.”

“What was it?” Harry chuckled.

“His broom.” Theo snickered.

“Brilliant.” Ginny giggled.

“We worked together a few more times but it wasn’t until —” She stopped herself, eyes widening.

Draco watched as the blush that usually accompanied uncomfortable situations blossomed and then spread across her cheeks and all the way to her neck.

“So you never kissed?” Ginny prodded.

“No,” Granger said the same time Theo replied, “Possibly.”

Everyone stared from one to the other.

“We didn’t.” Granger insisted but Theo pressed his lips together and shrugged, innocently.

“Theo was getting over his relationship with Pansy Parkinson, so even if we had, it was most likely to get over her.”

Draco recalled it with a grimace. Theo had been thoroughly destroyed by Pansy leaving him over his choice of lifestyle. Theo had tried to be good for her, but it was a job with Draco that ultimately led him to lose her in the end.

Theo twitched. “That’s old news.”

“You haven’t dated anyone since.”

“I dated you.”

“We went on one date and never kissed, Theo.”

Theo simply fidgeted with his tie, tucking it into his blazer.

“Where’s Seamus?” Granger asked, suddenly.

Everyone looked at one another but it was Teddy who finally replied.

“I think he’s on a date.”

“On a date?” Granger checked her wrist, for some unknown reason, as there was no watch tied to it. “It’s lunch time. Who is he on a date with?”

“He, um.” Teddy shrugged and sucked through his teeth.

“Teddy.” Harry said with a sigh and the boy relented.

“He met some muggle woman at the museum.”

Granger looked to Theo with a frown before she cleared her throat and addressed Teddy. “Are you ready to practice?”

The young wizard nodded. “Who am I stabbing first?”

Granger’s nose twitched as she considered everyone in the room. “Me.”

“What do you mean, he’s stabbing you first?” Theo’s brow lifted as he drifted closer.

A tray full of sharp needles and tubes and vials with a goopy glob of something in it appeared on the coffee table as Granger summoned them from where, Draco had no clue.

“Teddy needs to practice drawing blood.”

Theo jumped back and scowled at the witch. Everyone looked at Harry who deflated under their expectant stares. The Boy Who Lived gulped and forced a reply.

“Fine.”

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