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closer.

PAIRING ▸ ravenclaw! jungwon x ravenclaw! reader

GENRE ▸ hogwarts! au, fake dating! au, f2ls, romance, angst, fluff, humor

SUMMARY ▸ your house’s prefect, yang jungwon, is the textbook definition of a ravenclaw. as a fellow housemate and friend, you’re certainly willing to help him out when he needs it. but when jungwon asks you to be his date for the yule ball, you don’t expect the trouble that follows.

WORD COUNT ▸ 4.7k

AKA you and jungwon are the definition of dumb and dumber.

NOTES ▸ mentions of food, not proofread ???

part of the charms and chasers miniseries.

“WILL YOU BE MY DATE TO THE YULE BALL?”

certainly a great start to your breakfast in the great hall. you choke on your orange juice, not expecting those nine words to leave your house prefect’s mouth. you’re not sure if you’re lucky that your friends hadn’t arrived yet to witness such unexpected words or unlucky that they weren’t there to help you.

“e-excuse me?”

yang jungwon shuffles around nervously, glancing around before he repeats his words. “listen, i’m really desperate. you’re the first person i saw who was available-“

your eyebrow quirks up at that.

“-and this year they’re making the prefects dance the opening and I don’t have anyone to-“

you zone out.

sure, you thought jungwon was a really nice and responsible prefect slash housemate. and sure, you thought he was literally the textbook definition of a ravenclaw, but you weren’t sure what to make of this.

you would even consider jungwon a friend- if someone you only talked to a couple times a week for schoolwork counted as a friend. blinking, you return back to focus when you see jungwon staring at you with a half-desperate and half-embarrassed? look on his face.

you fumble, “uhm….”

it comes out utterly confused, your mind scattered at the abrupt confrontation. with his eyes boring into you, you look everywhere and anywhere but at jungwon. you just wanted a peaceful breakfast, not a massive heart rate spike in the early hours of the day. give credit to your social anxiety and personality to please everyone that made you stutter out a weak, “sure,” and shoot jungwon a half-grimace, half-grin.

he practically deflates in relief, clasping his hands together tightly and thanking you countless times. biting your lip, you watch as he leaves and your friends come into view, making their way over to you. truly, you have no choice but to wonder what you just got yourself into.

you find it awkward to talk to jungwon after the confrontation. should you say something to break the ice? after all, he was the one who asked you to be his date.

or was he waiting for you to make the first move?

you shake your head, overthinking really sucked.

“did you finish the assignment for potions?”

you jump at the familiar voice, turning around in your seat to see jungwon looking at your expectantly, although the jittering of his knee below the table catches your eye.

“oh. yeah. uh… did you?”

“yep,” he nods shortly. silence overcomes you and you bite the inside of your cheek.

why were you acting like this? jungwon was your friend (right?), so you shouldn’t be feeling afraid to hold a conversation with him, let alone look in his direction.

“listen, about the other day,” he starts off and your body tenses.

“i just wanted to apologize for asking you so out of the blue. i was kinda freaking out since i had to find a date really soon, so i’m sorry i put you on the spot like that. if you don’t want to go with me, that’s fine, i’ll just have to-“

again, jungwon starts rambling and a tiny smile makes its way onto your face.

“jungwon. i said i would go with you, right?”

he pauses and nods slowly at that.

“yeah, and i don’t go back on my word. as long as you’re good too, there’s nothing to worry about. how about we just stay as comfortable as we have been?”

you attempt your best to give a reassuring smile and you think it works judging by jungwon’s sigh of relief.

“o-of course. thanks y/n, a lot. i mean it.”

you’re not sure but maybe that conversation broke down a wall and unlocked something in jungwon. because after that day, you felt a noticeable shift in your relationship.

no more of the friendly surface level conversations about school- you came to learn much more about the ravenclaw yang jungwon.

entering your house’s commonroom during a break, you’re pleasantly surprised to find jungwon sitting at a corner, looking focused as he scribbles furiously on a sheet of parchment paper.

there was no harm in sitting with your friend, right? that thought crossed your mind as you strolled over and took the seat across from him.

for a couple of seconds, jungwon doesn’t even seem to notice your presence. you watch with amusement at the way his eyebrows furrow. what could he be so focused on?

the sound of your name being called out questioningly brings you out of your thoughts. you look up to find jungwon studying you with wide eyes, a sight unexpectedly cuter than you thought. you internally slap yourself.

“y/n! what are you doing here?”

you shrug, “wanted some peace and quiet during break. just happened to see you here so i…” your voice begins to falter, “thought it was okay to join you?”

jungwon smiles his trademark prefect smile and you almost choke. “yeah. i don’t mind at all.”

coughing, you glance around the empty room before looking at him again. “what are you working on?”

he lets out a exhausted sigh, and as a ravenclaw yourself, you’ve heard that too many times to count.

“well, the riddle to enter the common room changed so i had to go around telling all the clueless first-years what the answer was. then i finished the herbology research and had to go on patrol. finally i guess i came here for peace and quiet, like you.”

an eyebrow of yours raises. “and yet you look like you’re still working hard?”

he glances at you sheepishly, “helping complete a third-year’s defense against the dark arts homework?”

“helping or struggling?” you snicker, and jungwon pouts.

“not struggling entirely,” he defends himself and you send him a look, scooting closer to see the sheet better.

you squint at the questions, faintly remembering the content on the page. as you explain to jungwon, you see his eyes light up as he begins to remember.

while watching him write down the answer, you smile to yourself.

“you have a lot on your plate, yet you always seem to be so on top of things still. it’s crazy. i really admire you for it.”

the sound of scribbling stops.

his lips purse together as he stares down at the half-filled paper in front of him.

“thanks, but it’s not exactly ideal when that’s what it only seems like. in all honestly, i don’t know what i’m doing half the time. finding you as my date for the ball lessened half the load on me.”

perhaps there was much more to jungwon that you didn’t know about. you suppress a laugh, “was it really that hard?”

“it was so bad,” he whines, and you resist the urge to reach out and pet his top of his fluffy hair.

“then, i’m glad i was able to help you, mr. ravenclaw’s perfect prefect.”

you can only laugh as he protests to no avail.

as you leave charms, you pat jungwon’s shoulder.

“good luck on your test- and don’t worry. you always overthink.”

he sticks his tongue out at you, “shouldn’t i be the one telling that to you?”

with a huff and a shake of your head, you bid him goodbye. your friends are left on the side to watch your interaction with the boy, eyes zeroing in on you.

“what was that about?” wonyoung sneakily slides in, giving you the side-eye. you give her an innocent look in response, “what was what about?”

“don’t try me. you know, the budding relationship between you and yang jungwon?”

you roll your eyes at that. “what budding relationship? we’re friends. we’ve been friends. you know that.”

she hums, “yes, but i’m also your friend. so,” she drawls on, “i’m telling you right now to tell me what the deal is. there’s obviously something going on.”

at that, you’re not sure what to say. you have no clue if the ‘situation’ between you and jungwon was public knowledge or not.

that being you as jungwon’s date to the ball.

the yule ball hadn’t become a huge topic amongst the school yet, mainly because it wasn’t announced to the student body yet.

jungwon knew early as a prefect and asked you, so you figured you had to keep everything a secret. even to your friends. especially to your friends.

who knew the amount of teasing you would be succumbed to for having jungwon as your date?

you shiver. not exactly an ideal situation after all.

what you didn’t realize, was that the news would be released during breakfast the next day.

once the yule ball’s exactly details were announced, the great hall erupted in conversation.

“y/n!” kazuha calls your name from across the table with a gleam in her eyes. you turn to her with an easy smile, kazuha was like an older sister to you and you loved her.

“are you going with anyone?” your friends turn to you expectantly, and your palms begin to sweat with all the attention.

“w-well, you see-“ you glance around desperately for help but there appears to be no one. you’re not sure why but something in your chest tightens.

you just can’t tell them the truth. it was so simple, yet something was keeping you from saying that you were going with jungwon.

“er, i’m so sorry but i have somewhere to be- you know, i have to water my homework!” you blurt out quickly and grab your stuff before basically flying out of the great hall, leaving your friends to share confused looks.

you turn the corner to an empty hallway and place a hand on your pounding chest. great job y/n, great job running away indeed.

you take a small breather, closing your eyes and laying against the wall before blearily opening them again. your vision focuses on a clock in front of you, and you suddenly come to.

“shoot, i’m late!”

you just barely manage to make it to the ballroom. chest heaving, you noisily push past into the room, attracting everyone’s attention. you can only stare back, in a daze and gasping for air.

the professor turns to you.

“oh, wonderful! you must be mr. yang’s date to the ball!”

as gasps fill the air, you almost collapse right then and there.

“-jungwon’s date?”

“does that mean they’re dating?”

“they have to be! did you see the way jungwon looked so worried when y/n didn’t show up?”

amidst the mess, you find jungwon staring back at you with an apologetic gaze. as awkward as it is, you drag your feet over to your rightful spot next to him. while the professor goes over the details, you quietly apologize for being late.

“i’m so sorry, i totally forgot what time you told me-“

“hey,” he interrupts, a hand reaching out to squeeze yours quickly. “it’s okay. at least you’re here now. that’s all that matters.“

curse jungwon for getting you into this mess and being so nice about it. you refocus on the task at hand, and as the words fill your ears, you feel the blood drain from your body.

of course, the whole ball was about dancing.

another thing you didn’t know about jungwon. he’s freaking good at everything. besides being smart, kind, attractive- you slap yourself once more-

he’s also good at dancing?

you can’t count the amount of times you had to apologize to jungwon that day, whether it be for stepping on his feet or literally existing.

you shouldn’t have been surprised, honestly. after that day of rehearsing, you couldn’t catch a break.

you were still nursing your sore legs later when wonyoung quite literally attacks you in the courtyard. you were contentedly studying on a bench, papers in front of you. that is, until she practically leaps on you and makes all your notes blow off into the surrounding air.

your lips purse into a thin line. what could it be now?

“you’re dating yang jungwon?”

your jaw drops as if she wasn’t just talking about you.

“what did you just say?”

she grabs you by the shoulders, pupils blown. “it’s been spreading everywhere, y/n! why didn’t you tell me? or-“

her words fall on deaf ears as you stalk off with one mission in mind.

it isn’t hard for you to find jungwon, you already knew what his next class was. but to see all the eyes on you as you drag him away and to the room of requirements for privacy was something else.

jungwon doesn’t even get a word in as you force him to sit in an empty chair, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“what is-“

“you tell me. what in the name of dumbledore is going on, jungwon?” you stare at him accusingly.

when he avoids your eyes, you know your hunch is confirmed.

"you see…”

“i see?” you prompt.

“all my friends kept teasing me about you… so i kinda forgot to mention that i asked you out on a whim, a-as a friend,” he manages to fumble out.

it’s not hard for you to put two and two together. you pinch your nose bridge, “so you chickened out and said we were dating?”

he visibly deflates.

“yeah. basically.”

you bite your lip, “but why would you do that? it’s not a bad thing for two people, who are friends, to go to the yule ball together. is it?”

jungwon sighs and just says, “it would be embarrassing if my friends found out that i couldn’t find anyone and asked you randomly. literally i would never hear the end of it. i know already embarrassing enough for the both of us, and it’s all my fault, but can you please go along with it until the ball‘s over?”

you hesitate, and he stares at you with those pleading eyes again. curse yang jungwon.

“we can just pretend for a short bit. it’ll be harmless, and after that we can just go back to normal.”

harmless? normal?

you weigh your options in your head. wouldn’t it be situation escalate even more if you denied the rumors after he confirmed them? maybe you should have thought about your answer more, but it was too late.

“fine,” you exhale, “but you owe me a favor. history of magic tutoring because it’s literally the most boring class.”

“o-of course. i really owe you one.”

it was a long process coming up with a story. but surprisingly easier than you thought.

“can’t we just say we were friends and then i asked you out?” jungwon frowns.

you scoff, “really now? how realistic does that seem to you?”

he clears his throat. “fine. we’ll say that you asked me out and things just went on from there.”

facing your friends was the hardest part. you had to give them the fake apologetic look and explain.

“we wanted to keep it a secret at first. you know, since it was so new to us…”

“you know, i’m honestly not that surprised. I could definitely picture you guys being together before anyone said anything,” haerin chimes in.

you swallow your spit a little too harshly. before long, sounds of agreement fill the air and you actually want to transfigure into a fly and escape out the window.

you let out a strained laugh, “really? i’m surprised.”

wonyoung frowns, “i’m still mad you kept it from me but i have to agree. you guys look good together.”

you splutter, “you haven’t even seen us together!”

she shrugs innocently, “i’ve always been watching you two.”

“creep.”

“whipped.”

some ground rules were established between you and jungwon. rules never to be broken within your expected duration of (not) dating.

first, no kissing, obviously. hand holding was fine, hugs were fine, just nothing too far. second, no cheesy nicknames (merlin’s beard, never). you settled on won for jungwon and he settled on- you pause- what did he settle on? after you suggested won, he seemed to be too preoccupied (with reddened ears) to focus on making one for you.

third. walking to class together was necessary to keep the act up and study “dates” in the library (aka your side of the deal) were every thursday.

“I think that settles it,” you glance at your list in satisfaction.

“wait-” jungwon says abruptly before faltering.

“what?” you glance at him curiously. “are we missing something?”

he mutters something under his breath and you lean in closer.

“you can just say it,” you shake your head in amusement, “it’s not like this is a strict, by the book set of rules.”

“clothes!” jungwon manages to get out, “like- don’t couples share clothes and stuff like that? but if you’re not comfortable with that-“

you fall silent.

jungwon takes note of your lack of reaction and rubs his hands nervously.

“o-or not, we don’t have to-“

“okay,” you say quietly, all of a sudden your fingers seemed much more interesting to look at than the boy in front of you. was it just you or did the room feel a bit too hot?

you found jungwon’s scarf to be a bit big and a bit itchy, but comfortable. the first thing you noticed when you put it on was that it smelled like him.

jungwon smiled softly, “it looks good on you.”

you blink, almost feeling the soft material tug at your heartstrings. “oh. thanks.”

“see you later at lunch,” he waves and you wave back with a soft smile.

besides the teasing from your friends, you found it to be quite nice- including the extra tutoring from smartie jungwon.

“i don’t get it. who cares about who started the goblin rebellion of 1289?”

jungwon chuckles in amusement, “the professor does, that’s who. and you will too since your marks depend on it.”

you groan, planting your cheek on the wooden library table. habitually, jungwon pokes your cheek.

“come on. we won’t finish until 12 if we stop now.”

you let out a muffled protest.

“y/l/nnnn-“ he drags out the last syllable.

you turn your head so your cheek rests on the table, but you can still see him staring back at you with a fond expression.

“don’t want to.”

sighing, jungwon puts the textbook aside and puts his head down so he’s directly facing you. your breath hitches at the close proximity.

at this closeness, you can every speck of light in his eyes. the moles on his face, the eyebags that you’re sure you share as well.

“i’ll make an excuse so you don’t have to attend the next dance lesson,” he says softly, and his breath tickles your cheek.

“deal,” you whisper back.

and yet neither one of you can seem to get up from your position.

“you guys are sickeningly cute.”

at this point, it was becoming a regular. after the shock of you and jungwon “dating” had subsided came the admirers and fans.

you laugh dryly, dropping jungwon’s hand and ignoring the look of confusion and protest he sends your way. to make up for it, you lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek. only for a split second do you see the surprised look on his face before it’s wiped away with an easy smile.

“see you later, won.”

“bye, baby.”

again, you pretend not to hear the cooing and awwing from your friends behind you.

“you even have nicknames?”

“he’s such a nice boyfriend to walk you to your classes.”

you shift uncomfortably in your position. “yeah…”

what was bad was that you had gotten a little too used to it- acting as a couple with jungwon. what was worse was that you were starting to like it.

he comes to pick you up after class is over. and walk you to lunch. usually jungwon would drop you off at your designated seat with your friends and go to his friends, but today he was stopped by some third years.

“hey prefect! could you help do my research paper for potions?”

at the first sign of jungwon’s uneasiness, you frown. it wasn’t the first time you witnessed his stress and exhaustion of being a prefect- and simply a kind person.

you knew he always tried to help out whenever he could. that was his duty, and his personal values. but the days spent observing him literally pulling his hair out over other people’s issues wasn’t making it any better.

“excuse me,” you step out in front of jungwon, “but my boyfriend here isn’t your homework machine. he’s a human, and he’s perfectly willing to help you guys out- not do you work for you because of your laziness.”

jungwon’s eyes widen, mouth opened to object, but you angrily take his hand and drag him out of the great hall to a quieter place.

“y/n- you didn’t have to-“

“they were taking advantage of you. they always do. you have your own problems and those kids need to learn how to do things for themselves.” you were internally fuming and not about to hear jungwon defend them.

“but it’s my job as-“

“i don’t care about your prefect duties, i care about you!”

he freezes and your voice noticeably loses its strength, “you’re my friend. of course i care about you.”

“yeah… right,” he manages to whisper before stalking away, leaving you alone and confused.

you hadn’t seen jungwon in a while. it’s like he was personally avoiding you, but you had no idea why.

he stopped walking you to class, showing up for tutoring on thursdays- completely and utterly avoiding you without a single word.

you couldn’t even approach him, it’s like you didn’t even exist. you replayed that days events in your mind over and over, picking apart each and every interaction.

what did you do? what did you say?

“don’t worry, y/n. he’s just going through a tough time probably and wants to be alone. just give him time,” kazuha reassures you.

wrong, you think bitterly but don’t voice your thoughts. jungwon wasn’t the type to do that, or so you believed.

the yule ball was still coming up and now you had to practice dancing alone, rehearsing every step in the dark with an imaginary partner.

you didn’t even know if you were still going with jungwon, but something in you made you feel obligated to at least get the moves down. if any tiny hope in you still said so.

the day before the ball, one last practice, you thought you heard a sound but when you looked, there was no one. it was probably just your imagination hoping jungwon would show up out of nowhere.

sweaty and breathless, you lay down in the middle of the ground. and let the sadness wash over you.

“are you sure you’re not going?”

you smile sadly, curling up tighter under your blue covers. “nah, i’m good.”

“but-“

“really,” you insist, “i’ll join later.”

as the door clicks shut and silent fills the room, you stare up at the highlighted ceiling, sprinkled with stars. stars alike the ones you saw in jungwon’s eyes.

you rub a hand over your face, throwing the covers off you.

screw it.

you need to do this.

scrambling out of the room with one heel on and the other untied, you hastily managed to dash over to the ballroom. soft music floated over through the doors, and you curse.

were you too late for the introductory dance?

releasing a heavy breath, you push past the doors and stumble to a halt.

your eyes fall upon the familiar prefects positioned in the middle of the room, all students surrounding on the sides.

and finally, you spot jungwon next to the dance professor.

everyone’s eyes are on you, but for once you only seem to care about one person’s.

the professor silently sighs in relief,

“thank goodness. prefects and respective partners, take your places!”

blood rushing in your ears and adrenaline effectively coursing through your veins, you take each step carefully towards jungwon.

he has an unreadable expression on his face, which makes your stomach churn. you take your positions as practiced, and your hand tingles when his touches yours.

it’s silent at first, the period of waiting for the music to start, but once the music begins, jungwon speaks under his breath.

“you look beautiful.”

your heart skips a beat and slowly, your eyes flicker to his face. he doesn’t look at you, instead focusing on executing the moves perfectly.

“you look handsome,” you whisper back.

the dance proceeds smoothly in the beginning, as if you had practiced a hundred times. but nearing the end, you falter at one move and bite your lip, hoping not too many people noticed.

“you’re doing good. three… four…”

you look eyes with him, surprised, and in that moment, your breath is taken away. time pauses and the music fades. everything else doesn’t matter in the moment,

it’s only you and him.

with jungwon’s encouragement, you’re able to finish the routine without another mistake. and when the dance ends and applause begins, you quickly take his hand before he can run away again, grip desperate.

“can we please talk?” eyes pleading, he has no choice but to listen.

finding an empty corridor, you face him on the other side, leaning against the wall. it’s completely silent, so you clench your fists.

“could you explain why you ignored me for the past week? please explain what i did to you?”

“it doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, “after today, we don’t have to do this anymore. everything i put you through will be over, because that’s what you want, right?”

you groan in frustration.

“who said i want that? what if i say i don’t want it to be over? what if i want answers from you so we can go back to how we were? fake lovers, real lovers, i don’t care! i can’t keep acting, i just want you back in my life,” your voice cracks at the end.

his hands fall to his side.

“what do you mean?” he responds shakily. you can barely see him in the darkness, so you take a few steps closer.

“are you that dense? because i don’t think so.”

another step.

you realized, and you knew. thursdays became your favorite day of the week. no, any day spent with jungeon was your favorite day. you had become too comfortable supposedly acting with him for all of it to be a lie. and it wasn’t. your feelings weren’t a lie.

“i think i should be asking you that question.”

you stop, head cocking to the side.

“what-“

he pushes off from his spot on the wall, and you feel the action. blinking, you didn’t realize how close you had gotten.

the newfound confidence seems to fade when jungwon fiddles with his tie, “i wouldn’t have asked you to be my date if i didn’t like you…”

you clear your throat awkwardly, “so the whole you’re the first person i eyes on and was available was a lie?”

“somewhat,” he defends himself, “i didn’t know what would happen, but you really were the first person that i was comfortable enough with to ask. it just so happened that i liked you as well. i dunno- things just happened and we got closer.”

“then why did you push me away?”

he sighs, “because i thought you didn’t feel the same way. i got too caught up in being your fake boyfriend so i tried to prepare myself to go back to the way we were before. just friends.”

you lean in, just a barely. “but now we both know- that’s not what we want.”

his face was just an inch apart. you could feel his nose tickle the side of your face.

“what do you want?”

“this.”

and you proceed to smash your lips on his.

bonus :)

“you’re just lucky that i practiced.”

“alone too,” you add with a fake dramatic turn of your head (jungwon internally melts at the sight of you acting like a little kid), “like a maniac in the ballroom during the wee hours of the night.”

jungwon lets out a melodious laugh, squeezing your hand and sending you a guilty smile.

“i know.”

you straighten up, "excuse me?”

“i saw you during patrol that night,” he explains, “technically no one is allowed there past hours, but i let you stay.”

you frown but suddenly gasp at the recollection, “it was you back then!”

he blushes.

“you were watching me?”

“of course, i always was.”

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softsan · 10 months

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ateez hogwarts houses (aesthetic)

Hongjoong

ravenclaw

half-blood

head boy

potion wiz, top of the class

ridiculously talented at conjuring spells

wears the finest robes and paints his nails with muggle nail polish

smuggles food to feed the thestrals

fave subject: potions

Seonghwa

hufflepuff

pure-blood

head boy

the definition of sweet and kind

always willing to show new students around

goes on dates to madam puddifoot's tea shop

is an animagus and can transform into a cat

fave subject: transfiguration

Yunho

gryffindor

half-blood

quidditch captain

super easygoing and always late to class

likes to playfully tease the first years

endless supply of honeydukes’ candies

likes visiting the grounds to see hagrid’s salamanders

fave subject: care for magical creatures

San

gryffindor

pure-blood

quidditch chaser

warm and good intentioned

bashful when students chant his name during quidditch practice

falls asleep during classes, especially in history of magic

has friendly rivalry with slytherin’s quidditch chaser wooyoung

fave subject: defence against the dark arts

Yeosang

hufflepuff

muggle-born

prefect

notoriously bad at quidditch

studies and volunteers at the library

students come to him for tutoring and swoon over his good looks

undisclosed to him but he has his own secret fanclub

fave subject: charms

Wooyoung

slytherin

pure-blood

quidditch beater

master at jinxes and naturally skilled dueller

daring prankster, gets along well with the poltergeist peeves

sneaks into the library’s restricted section for kicks

has a friendly rivalry with gryffindor’s quidditch chaser san

fave subject: divination

Mingi

slytherin

half-blood

prefect

charming and and known for his light-hearted humor

has a bag of tricks from zonko's joke shop

effortlessly memorizes the encyclopedia of toadstools

almost died in the forbidden forest while looking for herbs

fave subject: herbology

Jongho

ravenclaw

muggle-born

lead singer in the frog choir

comes off as cold and disinterested

sweet and sentimental on the inside

loves wandering the castle to find the perfect place to stargaze

declines the efforts of others trying to recruit him on the quidditch team

fave subject: astronomy

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First Impressions With; James Potter (Marauders)

A/N: Holy shit, hello again. Been a damn minute, six month hiatus yet again. First semester of college kicked my ass, but I can’t get this idea out of my head lately. To anyone who reads and even enjoys, please leave a comment. I love any and all feedback. Missed you guys, sorry I was MIA. :)

Summary: The one where you finally confront the egotistical chaser for Gryffindor, and realize things aren’t always as they seem.

TW: Descriptions of assault, attempted assault, ect. It’s lengthy asf apologies in advance

James Potter is undoubtedly the most insufferable, pompous, self-absorbed asshole to ever grace Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

You’re sure of it.

At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself as you grip the chilled glass of firewhisky between Lilly and Marlene. Watching the raven-haired boy amongst his friends in the Gryffindor common room. It’s a fairly relaxed night, you’d save the real partying for the weekends. Though you’d all survived a particularly difficult potions exam, and found it more than enough means to celebrate with a small get-together. There isn't much to worry about when it came to drinking under school-roof. Seeing as your prefect was one of the many students indulging in the nights activities, nursing his own glass along his friends. Remus is a sandy-haired, soft spoken student you’ve come to know through Lily and Marlene.

It’s a wonder he even gives the rambunctious Potter the time of day, let alone choose to call him a friend.

“Head boy, can you believe they’ve considered appointing him head boy for next year? James Potter, having authority over even the prefects, what a load of crap.”

“He’s not that bad, he’s actually quite pleasant at times.” You shoot a look to your redheaded best friend, who’d see the good in even the worst of people.

“Respectfully, Lilly, if I were to maliciously pour this drink onto your lap, you’d forgive me in a millisecond. I don’t necessarily trust your character judgement.”

“Ever the dramatic, y/n. And I’d forgive you because I love you, but not after ‘accidentally’ spilling my drink on you.” She kisses the crown of your head cheekily before grabbing you and Marlene’s empty glasses, seeking to refill them. You wave her affection off despite the blush of your cheeks.

And then Potter says something that catches your attention almost instantly.

“Where do you think the lonely bloke is now? Probably in his dorm, moping about like always.” The fellow sixth year seems to have had half a glass too many, sudden passionate disdain for the Slytherin hadn’t been a topic the entire night.

“You a fan of his, Potter?” You snap from the couch across him, catching the attention of the burly kid and his friends. The alcohol in your system also the cause of such an abrupt remark.

“Sorry?” He asks through a half-hearted laugh, incredulous gaze revealing the intense hazel in his eyes you hadn’t noticed before.

“Are you a fan, would you like an autograph or something? I only ask because he’s almost all you talk about. And you can’t seem to leave him alone.” Marlene straightens beside you, sharing a confused look with the rest of the boys sat beside James. Who quirks his head at your irritated tone.

“And you are?”

“Tired of your bullshit, leave the kid alone.” You’ve honestly been waiting for give the Chaser a piece of your mind since you saw him trip the sullen Slytherin in the library. You hate a bully, and you’d be damned to stand by and watch. Not to mention his incessant pestering of your kind-hearted best friend, who returns to you with full glasses and a stern look pointed your way. You ignore her silent disciplining, too enveloped in your staring match with the boy opposite you.

“Just a bit of fun, love. Nothing to get upset about.” Sirius, another acquaintance through your girlfriends, attempts to ease the tension. Setting a hand on James’ tensing shoulder.

“I don’t think he’s having much fun. Seems a bit one sided if you ask me.”

“But we didn’t. Ask you, I mean.” You cock your head, pleasantly surprised at Potter’s wit. Having mistaken him for the dumb on the spot type.

Maybe it’s not your business, maybe your actions are making an enemy for no reason. But you know the likes of James Potter.Coming from a wealthy, well-known wizard family. And Snape, who was a half-blood, and not a wealthy one at that. At least, you’d assumed from his hand-me-down robes and unkept clothes on the train your first year at Hogwarts. He’d confided in Lily a couple times, and from what you could understand he was simply a quiet boy who was terribly misunderstood. Being a half-blood yourself, you’d fallen victim to some snotty comments from other students. And if Potter’s quarrel with the boy was due to his status and lack of pure-blood, you wouldn’t dare let him get away with it.

“Maybe we should head up to the dorm-” Marlene starts before James interjects.

“Nonsense, we were just leaving. Have a wonderful rest of your night Marlene, Lills, and-” He pauses, eyes narrowing in silent challenge.

“Y/n.” You deadpan, pretending not to notice the anxious expressions of the boy’s friends and those of your own beside you.

He hums, giving you a once over before finishing the remaining contents of his glass in an embellished swoop. Setting it down with an intensity that makes Remus cringe. “Y/n.” He tests the word on his lips, tongue running over his teeth with a vexed smirk. “Pleasure, truly.”

“I’m sure.” You quip instantly, taking a particularly large sip of your own drink and tilting your glass in farewell. He scoffs, turning on his heel and heading to the boys’ dormitory without another word.

“Alright, what the fuck was that?” Dorcas accuses, having silently entered the room amongst the commotion. Her astonishment pulls a laugh from you, and Lilly’s eyes widen tenfold.

“Laughing, she’s laughing? Merlin, you amaze me!”

“I’m right, aren’t I? He’s mean to that poor boy for no reason. He’s pompous Lilly, thinks he’s better than some of us for being muggle-born. I wont tolerate it.”

“Has he said that? Has he personally told you that?”

“Doesn’t have to.” You cross your arms, defensive.” She only throws her arms up in exasperation as you begin to aid Marlene in cleaning up the room.

“He’s a bit messy as well.” The dark-haired girl holds up his empty glass, biting back a smile when Lilly smacks her palm to her forehead, exasperated.

***********

You’re at an actual party this time when you interact with James Potter again.

Ravenclaw is hosting after a successful round of midterms has finished. You can finally shake the mid-semester stress away and enjoy yourselves for the few days break you receive from classes. It took longer than expected to enter the house’s commons. Sirius had reassured you all he knew the riddle to get inside, until he in fact, did not know the riddle, and you were all left coughing through a fit of charmed smoke. Until a a soft-spoken second year, no less, walked by and allowed the group of you in.

“Beautiful, you’ve just earned yourself a glass of firewhisky, love.” Sirius yelps when Remus smacks him upside the head, watching as the younger student slips past the rest of you, past the celebratory atmosphere and straight to the dorms. The common room has been charmed to prohibit any students younger than sixth years of entering, thank Merlin.

Those from their respective houses usually enter these parties together, so you’re unfortunately grouped in with the marauders. Including James, who avoids any and all eye contact with you. Both of you sporting deep scowls until you’re finally able to disperse. Most older Hufflepuffs are already there, and Slytherin is the last to enter. Waltzing in with bottles of alcohol they most definitely wont share, contrary to the generosity of the other houses. Who all usually trade bottles of their specialty drinks to one another.

“I’m gonna grab a drink, what do you guys want?” You shout over the music and boisterous laughter emanating from the room, admiring the bronze and blue decorum of the foreign commons. Theres a universal “surprise me” from your girlfriends, and you head off to the drink table with a curt nod. There’s an array of liquors and mixers on the table, and you survey the options before deciding on a simple handful of Hog’s Head brews.

“I don’t take a girl like you to be so keen of draft beer.” Noah Lyre, a stalky seventh year smiles wickedly beside you. Like most Slytherins, a hint of judgement in his tone. “Here, try some of this, my own concoction.”

“I’m alright, thanks.” You offer a tight-lipped smile, nose scrunching from the bitter smell emanating from the shiny black flask from even a foot away. He takes a step closer, to which you raise your brows.

“I insist, you’ve got to at least try it.” He moves the flask toward you once more. To which you stick your hand out, irritated with his wandering eyes and unwavering persistence.

“I said I’m good, thanks.” Is all you say before side-stepping his towering figure and heading back toward your friends. Passing out their respective drinks and taking a few gulps of yours, attempting to brush the creepy interaction off.

“Everything alright?” Marlene leans close so you can hear her, you offer a reassuring smile and a quick nod.

“I think this is the part where you ask Sirius to dance, considering he’s been eyeing you since we got here.” You tease, Lilly and Dorcas following your eyes across the room where the marauders are settled. Sharing a round of shots and shaking their heads to rid themselves of the bitter taste. Marlene steps forward at Dorcas’ shoving, shooting the three of you a half-assed glare before headed toward the boys. Amongst them, James hasn’t rid himself of that pitiful look. Wallowing beside his cheerful friends and taking large sips of the drink in hand.You meet his eyes for a split second, heads ripping away from one another’s direction as if the actions singed your skin.

“Dorcas, look.” Lilly nudges the shorter girl excitedly in the direction of a Hufflepuff on the other side of the room. “It’s that sweet girl from potions who asked me about you, go talk to her!” Dorcas looks terrified, vehemently shaking her head as Lilly grabs her forearm.

“Absolutely not, I’ll make a fool of myself.”

“You will not! C’mon, I’ll introduce you.” The red-head beams as she tugs her along. You ignore the burning glare you receive as you ignore her mouthed ‘help me’ as she’s whisked away.

*******

The atmosphere’s become increasingly chaotic as the night pushes on. You’ve shared a few shots with Marlene and some other acquaintances from your classes. Having just left a rambunctious game of truth or drink before hading into the hall. Not quite near the dormitories, afraid of disturbing any sleeping students, you simply seek a little more quiet. Just near the communal bathrooms, you’re stood admiring a painting of Rowena Ravenclaw. Watching as an eagle swoops by in the background.

“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” You spin on your heel to see Noah, significantly drunker now as compared to his last appearance

“I think you’ve got the wrong person.” You cross your arms, taking a couple steps back as he stumbles toward you.

“No, I don’t think so.” He sneers, same lustful eyes raking over your form. You square your shoulders at an attempt to appear bigger than you are, heart racing at the oncoming severity of the situation. He reaches out to play with a strand of your hair and you fight a gag at the overwhelming smell of liquor leaking from his pores.

“My friends will be wondering where I am, see you around.” You force out, attempting to shuffle past him when he takes strong hold of your wrist. Grip so tight you lose your breath. He tugs you into his chest, sneering when you struggle in his grasp.

“Get the fuck off me.” You all but shout, panic shooting through your chest when he backs you into a wall.

“Where are you going, love? I just got here.”

“Let me go, I fucking mean it.” You stomp on his foot, crying out when he he pulls you forward and smacks you against the wall. The back of your head coming into contact with the painting. Distantly, you hear the enchanted eagle squeak in surprise.

Your cries for help are muffled when he wraps his hand around your throat, forcing the air from your lungs as your eyes go wide in terror.

“Just behave, sweetheart. This’ll be so much more enjoyable if you do.” Tears prick at your eyes not only from the inability to breathe but from his revolting words. Faintly, you hear the unclasping of a belt buckle as you writhe and kick with all your might. He’s much larger than you are, though, pressing the force of his entire body weight onto you to cease your fight. With his free hand, Noah enclasps both of your wrists together and forces them above your head and against the cold, hard stone. You feel his lips graze your jaw as bile rises in your throat, mentally preparing for whats to come next before he’s suddenly ripped off of you.

You collapse to the floor, clutching your throat and gasping for air. The room spins, and you shake your head to come to your senses. It’s dark in this hall, but it’s clear whoever has the Slytherin blonde in his grasp is severely beating the shit out of him. You stumble to your feet, wiping the blurred moisture from your eyes to gather yourself. It’s then you realize the identity of the assailant. Unmistaking the familiar head of dark curls and tall, brooding figure.

James. Fucking. Potter.

Potter, landing blow after blow, doesn’t stop his assault even as blood (and what looks like a couple teeth) spews from Noah’s mouth.

You try to speak, but your own voice fails you. Strained and cracking from the pressure it’s been under. You cough, trying again with your hands out in front of you.

“J-James!” Is all you manage, croaked and unfamiliar to your ears. It’s the first time you’ve ever voiced his first name aloud. This must stun him, too, because he pauses his assault to look over his shoulder at you. Noah groans underneath him, and the disheveled Gryffindor spits on the floor next to him in utter disgust. There’s a final blow to his head that makes you wince, and Noah’s out cold.

James stands, wobbling for just a moment before he straightens. Rolling his neck in a slow circle, strained with effort. You take in his sharp, handsome features, still in pure shock. He takes in your trembling form and immediately snaps his head away. You quirk a brow, confused when he shakes his jacket off his shoulders and holds it out to you. Only when you look down do you realize your blouse has been torn. Quickly taking the fabric and wrapping it around your shoulders with deep embarrassment and misplaced shame.

Silently, James uncuffs his sleeves and rolls them up toward his elbows. “I’m gonna kill him,” he grabs the unconscious boy by the collar and pulls his arm back to lay yet another punch before you stop him. Hands clasped around his veined forearm and pulling it down.

“You’ll be expelled!”

“Fuck’s that matter?”

“You’re not thinking straight, look at him. He’s out, he wont be getting up any time soon. It’s fine, it’s over”

“It’s not fine. Nothing about this is fine.” He’s hot with anger, running a hand through his tousled hair and grimacing at the pain that shoots through up his arm.

“Your hands.” You whisper, to which the boy surveys his own handiwork, covered in blood and cut up from his own rings. He shrugs, eyes narrowing as he notices the uncontrollable trembling of the appendages. You reach out to touch them, but he pulls away. Afraid of any further pain. You pull your hands to your chest, shocked at the red marks already forming all over your wrists.

“You alright?” He mutters, tone softer than you’ve ever heard before. It’s odd, the sudden quiet of it all. Only the muffled music from the common room to be heard in the background.

“Better off than him, I suppose.” You make a meek attempt at a joke, nudging the bloodied boy on the floor with your foot.

To your surprise, three Slytherin boys scurry into the hallway. Stopping short in their tracks with mouths open wide. James steps in front of you without a second thought, wiping the excess blood onto his trousers and nodding his head toward the unconscious kid in front of him.

“Get him out of my fucking sight.” The trio doesn’t speak, shuffling into action the instant he finishes the command. It’s a struggle for them to lift up the dead weight, but they move fast enough after James releases an exasperated sigh. Right as they exit, James’ friends and your own stop dead in their tacks, trying to process all they’ve just seen. In the other room, the music cuts short, you and James both pull a face in understanding. This’ll be the talk of the school for the next week.

“We should go. All of us.” Remus announces, the rest of you nod. Your friends are on you in an instant, tugging the jacket tighter around you and checking your body for further injury. You let them hover, knowing they must be in almost as much shock as you. It’s a wordless shuffle back to the dorms, the boys ensuring their bodies shield your own as you make your way through the halls. You separate when you reach the common room of Gryffindor, and James is the last pair of eyes you meet with before sulking into your respective dorms.

It’s only when you reach your bed do you allow yourself to be overcome with sobs. The weight of all thats happened collapsing in on you. All the girls can do is stroke your hair and whisper idle reassurances. When you finally relax a little, Marlene waves her wand over your head. Casting a peaceful sleep spell to get you through the night.

**********

Taking the steps up into the boy’s dormitory has your heart racing. The memories of last night never having left your mind. Despite the lingering, slight hangover you’re fighting, the only real evidence of the assault is the bruising on your neck and wrists, faded now that Lilly’s cast a charm on them. The deep, purple marks, and the whispers of fellow students. Unsurprisingly, word got out about what happened, and there’s been a lot of stares. After a concise meeting with McGonagall, Noah’s been expelled. You overhear in a hushed conversation between a few third-years that he’d walked out of his dorm with his belongings in hand, head hanging low to conceal the developing shiners on his face. A few slow, deep breathes, to ground yourself before knocking on the door.

It’s Sirius who answers, offering the same sympathetic gaze you’ve been receiving all morning.

“Hey, love.” He offers simply, studying your anxious form.

“Hi, I didn’t mean to bother you guys I just...” You fumble over words despite having rehearsed this scenario a million time in the past hour. “I just wanted to return this to James, he lent it to me last night. I also never got to thank him, so please extend my gratitude when you see him.” You extend your arms, offering him the fabric in hand. Expecting him to accept it and bid you farewell. Cringing when you think you sound too formal and, well, rehearsed.

“Nonsense, you can tell him yourself when he comes back. He was called to Dumbledore’s office but he should be back any minute.” He reads your sullen expression at the mention of potential discipline for an incident he didn’t have to get involved in, but he waves his hand dismissively.

“Dumbledore knows what happened, might revoke a few points form Gryffindor but Prongs won’t be punished. It was self defense, really.” The raven haired boy comes to realize rambling on about the traumatic events are most likely not what you need to hear right now, so he clears his throat and smiles once again. Sirius Black, of course, does the complete opposite of what you’d expect him to do. Stepping aside to welcome you in. “Come in, come in, Remus just started a pot of tea.”

“Oh, no, thank you. I didn’t mean to intrude I just meant to drop this off and-”

“Please, we insist. Besides, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“You have?”

“Of course.” There’s a few beats of silence, and you accept the cup of tea Remus offers with a kind smile. Feeling utterly undeserving of such gestures due to your last interaction. Sirius, realizing he’s supposed to be leading the conversation, then continues...

“I simply need to get to know any girl who can make Prongs speechless. And you did, in the common room the other night.”

“About that, I just wanted to apologize. I think I gave off the wrong impression and-”

“You can’t be serious, we loved it!” Sirius interrupts passionately.

“It was a little harsh, sure.” Remus translates for his dear friend, as usual. Albeit true. James can come off a little...” He searches for the appropriate words, handing Sirius a steaming cup as he continues. “...Brooding, at times. But he means well. He has a good heart, just a little ‘do before you think or say’ kind of guy.”

“So I’ve noticed.” You joke, not unkind.

“See! That there. You’re quite witty, and fiery as well. James needs that in his life!” Your eyes widen at his presumption, Remus winces.

“What he means to say, is James is quite stubborn. And doesn’t always listen to us when we try to nudge him in the right direction.” The lanky boy recovers, not before shooting Sirius a look.

“And I do?” You laugh, amused at the absurdity of such a notion.

“Yes.” They chime in unison, Sirius delighted in the abashed heat that singes your skin. He grips the chair in front of you, and you suddenly feel very small in their kitchenette of their dorm.

“Prongs, James, is not silenced very often, if at all. He was mute for like, two whole days after your little argument in commons.”

“Right.” You mutter, shame heavy in your tone. “I see now it was a bit, bitchy of me.” The two are a little taken aback by your language, though you continue anyway. “I didn’t have all the details about the situation. I just felt I had to say something...My mom’s a muggle, and I don’t know. I got defensive at the notion that he was the type of person to see her as less because she isn’t a witch. I made an assumption, a wrong one at that, and I feel terrible about it. Especially after last night.” Keys clatter as you finish, and you’re stunned to see James at the doorway, having heard your entire spiel.

“Oh, hey” You mutter plainly, horribly embarrassed.

“Hello.” James swallows, fiddling with the worn wrap covering his hand. “Does it hurt much?”

“Sorry?”

“The bruising,” he motions to his neck in reference to yours, and you realize Lilly’s charms have completely worn off now. You caress the tender skin with a wince, smiling softly in reassurance to the concerned looks it earns. You take out your wand, aiming to perform the spell once again before James shakes his head. “Don’t. You shouldn’t have to hide what happened. He should live with the shame. Should have kept hitting the bastard.” He mutters the last part to himself, fist closing tightly and then releasing, jaw tensing as he recalls the conflict.

“I think he got the message, Prongs.” Remus mumbles idly. James only shakes his head, clearing his throat and once again fiddling with the wraps around his hand.

“You should probably change those. Here, let me help.” You get up from your seat, surprising even yourself as you approach the much taller boy. opening the discarded first aid kit strewn on the kitchen counter, they must have left it out in last night’s commotion.

“It’s fine, really. I’ve had worse.” James tries to pull away but you grab his arm and bring it toward you. Eyes full of such sincerity the boy finds his mouth has gone dry. He hadn’t noticed how bad the bruising was until now. Up this close, he can see the discoloration shaping out where Noah’s fingers were. It makes his stomach turn, flashes of the image forever ingrained in his mind. He can only imagine how it must be for you. And despite your strained relationship, James Potter comes to the conclusion that he’s been awfully concerned over your well-being the past 24 hours.

“Please, it’s the least I can do.” Silently, you unravel the fraying wrap from his hands.

“You know it’s against school policy, James. Laying your hands on another student. I should expel you.”

“Professor-”

“No matter, I understand the reason behind your actions. While I won’t tolerate any more violence on your behalf, I think you did what was...necessary.”

James only nods, eager to go back to his dorm hide under his duvet. It’s all been so overwhelming. The stares, the whispers, the shaky feeling he’s had all say. Knowing you must be experiencing it tenfold.

“Now, please Mr. Potter, straight to your dormitory. And try and look as though I’ve actually disciplined you.”

James snaps out of his thoughts when you flinch. In his daze, he’d reached out toward your neck. And although you’re certain he’d never harm you, you’ve been avoiding any physical touch since the incident.

“Sorry, so sorry.” He manages dumbly, avoiding the not so subtle gawking of his friends. They know the boy better than himself, and know when he’s smitten over someone. Fuck, had he really just thought that?

“It’s alright. I’m still a little jumpy I guess.” You say plainly, not quite gathering the weight of your words until you notice their collective reactions. You hate it, the pitiful gazes. Looking at you as if one wrong move could break you.

“Sirius, we have to go do that thing.” Remus grabs the former by his arm, pulling him past you and James and toward the door. Sirius, still staring at the pair of you, clutches onto any furniture that will halt his friends actions.

“No, there is nowhere we need to be, I’m perfectly fine right here!” He shouts in a panic, seemingly enamored with the two of you.

“It’s very urgent, the thing we need to do. See you both at dinner.” Remus hurries his farewell, tugging a pouting, squirming Sirius all the way.

“It was just getting good!” You hear from down the hall before James shuts the door with his foot.

“What’s gotten into them?”

“You should know they are almost always that insufferable.” James deadpans, though there’s a faint fondness in his tone. You know he loves them much more than he’d like to admit. It’s endearing. You've just referred to James Potter as endearing...What a bizarre 24 hours.

“I don’t think I’ve said thank you yet.” You laugh, despite the absurdity of it all.

“No need to thank me.” He only shakes his head, watching as you pour a small container of bewitched ointment onto a cotton ball. It smells strongly of herbs and peppermint, and the muscled, supposedly tough sixth year pulls his hand away before you can dab it onto his knuckles with a small grunt.

“C’mon, I haven’t even started.” It’s the first time in a while he’s seen you genuinely smile since everything happened. You like to tease James Potter, and he likes it too.

“Smells awful, I’ll get Remus to find a healing spell.”

“You need topical medicine, not a spell that will ware off.” You tug at his arm once again, both shocked at the force of it, so strong he has to take a step forward. Close enough to feel the warmth emanating from you. He’d probably be able to smell your hair too, if the horrid ointment was capped. He’s once again taken aback by his own longing thoughts. Just two days ago, Potter considered you an enemy.

He sucks his teeth when you begin to apply the medicine, doing your best to be gentle. You pause, waiting for his signal to continue.

“Didn’t tell me it was gonna sting.”

“Would you have let me put it on if I did?” You shoot him that incredulous look again, and James has to bow his head so he can manage to speak. You’re much too intense for him to bear, he thinks. And he then understands how much trouble these feelings will get him in.

“There is a need. To thank you, I mean.” Unable to control the shudder of your shoulders when he releases a deep, pained breath from your work. Hoping he hasn’t noticed.

“Y/n, I already said-”

“James,” There’s his name on your lips again. And it seems the two of you recognize its foreign nature once more. “If you hadn’t stepped in he could have-” You stop yourself, swallowing hard to fight the nausea. “You and I both know what could have happened. I didn’t...I haven’t taken that gesture lightly. Let me appreciate that.” You’re stern albeit no less kind as you begin to re-wrap his knuckles. Skin grazing his as you go. He’s silent, staring so reverently it takes your breath away. “Thank you.”

“Welcome.” He whispers, and you swear you see. For only a millisecond, James Potter’s eyes avert to your lips. And you think he might kiss you. And you think you might want him to. He pushes a strand of hair from your face, leaning even closer to you. You blink, slow with a reminder breathe, as you realized you hadn’t been the last few seconds. His hand trails down to your jaw, gently tilting your head up toward him. You let your lids closing, awaiting his lips on yours at any moment.

“We should put ice on it.”

“What?” Your eyes shoot open, and James has just most definitely fucked that up.

“Your neck. There could be swelling.” He attempts to caress the skin there, but you step back, ears burning hot with embarrassment. Why did you think he was gonna kiss you, why did you want him to?

“Oh, sure. Right.” You watch as he fumbles about to the fridge, grabbing an ice pack and wrapping it in a paper towel before outstretching his hand toward you. Internally cringing when you take et instead of allowing him to place it on you. Merlin, I’m an idiot.

“Dinner. We should go eat.” You collect yourself, moving toward the door when James nods hurriedly.

“Right, dinner. I’m starving, actually” He fumbles horribly, wincing at the crack in his voice. ��I’ll meet you down there.” You nod, reaching for the door when he stops you.

“Y/n?” You halt instantly, turning on your heel in hopes you haven fucked up as royally as you assume. The chaser scratched the back of his neck with a pained smile. “Thank you for returning the jacket. And, uh.” He gestures with his hands in reference to the bandaging. All you manage is a tight-lipped smile. And he swears he sees a hint of moisture pricking at your eyes, mouth agape to say something, anything. But you’re out the door before he can even blink. Not hearing the flood of curses escaping his mouth after kicking the kitchen bin in a fit of anger, clutching the now throbbing foot and hopping around the room like the bumbling idiot he is.

***********

Dinner is weird. Really weird. Sirius insists you and your girlfriends sit with the marauders. Taking you by the shoulders and sitting you right beside a silent James. Marlene and Lilly were delighted, having always wanted to sit by the boys. Though with your not-so-secret disdain for Potter had always made meals a little weird before. You’d talk mostly to Dorcas, who was always eager for good conversation if it meant she could listen and not have to talk as much as you did. You understood her quiet nature more than the other girls, and often borrowed whatever book she’d be willing to lend you in leu of shared analysis.

But now, Dorcas was looking between you and James with a shit-eating smirk. Much like that of Remus beside her, who pretended to be more interested in the book in hand rather than the two in front of him. Pushing the food around on their plate idly, whatever bites taken were chewed slow and with deep thought.

“This is nice,” Sirius chimes cheekily. “All of us, eating together. I think we’ve found ourselves an established group. Don’t ya think, Prongs?”

“What?” The boy voices beside you, much too loud to be appropriate. You’re both still getting stares from some of your peers. Although most of the buzz of what’s happened having worn off, now you’re seen sitting right beside one another. Bandages and all.

A couple of Slytherin girls make their gossip particularly obvious across the room, one of them pointing at you as the rest giggle along. You sink impossibly closer into your seat.

“Ignore them.” James mutters, practically seething as he stares them down. “They have half a mind to start double checking the locks on their doors. Seeing as that’s the type of boys they have lingering about in their house.” He finishes dryly, doing a double take when he finally glances your way. Fists clenched in rage once more as you blink away tears.

“He’s gone now, for good.” Marlene reassures, flicking Sirius on the forehead when he does little to conceal his searching of your teary eyes.

“How’s it feel, the bruising. You think the ice helped any?” James asks for what is likely the tenth time since you’ve sat down. Gently knocking your arm away that tries to stop him from taking hold of your chin. Surveying the discolored skin with a deep frown.

“Probably in the same condition as it was ten minutes ago. And the ten minutes before that.” Black deadpans, yelping when Lily kicks his shin from under the table. Smiling sweetly when you and James jerk your heads toward the commotion.

“Let’s change topics, yeah? Remus, how’s that book you’re reading there.” The sandy-haired boy is mid bite when she asks, mortified all the attention has turned to him.

“Lovely,” is all he manages, swallowing thickly.

“I’m gonna head up to bed.” You announce, tossing your napkin onto your barely touched plate of food with a feigned smile. They all straighten, offering a chorus of soft- spoken ‘goodnights’ as you rise from your seat.

“I’ll come with you.” Lilly moves to get up, but you wave your hand.

“No need, I’ll manage. See you up there.” You gather your things before heading toward the large doors of the great hall. Pulling up the collar of your dress shirt as you feel a few pairs of eyes follow you.

James scrambles from the table without a word, hot on your heels as you both exit.

“Y/n, wait up. Y/n!” You cease your movements, so sudden James has to steady himself on your shoulders. You look around, glaring at a few fourth years as they gawk at you. Whispering all the way. You pul your shoulder back to leave his grasp, guilt overcoming you when a flash of hurt overcomes his features.

“People are watching, Potter.” You mutter, paranoid eyes darting around you. James stiffens, pained by your sudden formalities.

“So what? Let them say whatever they’re gonna say. We know what happened.” He crosses his arms, brows taught with tension.

“It’s not that easy for me.” You defend, fiddling with your collar once again.

“I told you to stop covering that,” James reaches out to adjust the fabric himself. Further irritated when you pull his hand away.

“They aren’t going to spin this on you, James. You don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand, I think I’m well aware of whats gonna happen. This is all gonna blow over, and this school will be better off without that piece of shit.”

“No!” You blench at your own volume, shaking your head before continuing. “You want to know what they’ll say Potter? That I asked for it.” James steps back, disgusted at the notion.

“Why on Earth would they say that?”

“Because that’s what some people say to make themselves feel safer, it’s easier to blame me than him.” You shrug, throat tightening at the realization.

“Where’s this coming from?”

“There was a note, in the girls lavatory. Dorcas tried to throw it away so I wouldn’t see but, I did.” James studies your face, awaiting you to continue with soft eyes. “Some Slytherins are saying I made it up, since Noah’s such a good Quidditch player, was gonna be captain next year.”

“Good at Quidditch player, he’s a beater thats hit three of his teammates because he can’t aim.” It forces a strained chuckle from you, and you only shake your head.

“Doesn’t matter James, they’re saying I got him expelled for Gryffindor’s team because we’re-” You stop yourself, somehow even more uncomfortable.

“We’re what?” He cocks his head when you motion between yourselves, sighing at his confusion.

“That we’re together, James.”

“Oh.” He scratches his nose, shuffling through the beats of awkward silence.

“Yeah.”

“Well it’s all bullshit, why are you letting it get to you?” You practically draw in on yourself at his words, fresh tears begging to escape your eyes at his unbeknownst cruelty.

“Right, it’s all bullshit. You’re right, I should just let it go. We can get back to our normal routines and everyone will see it isn’t true.” You attempt to turn away from him, but he grabs the fabric of your robes.

“I’m sorry,” he laughs despite himself. “Am I missing something here?”

You falter, opening your mouth to respond but not quite sure what to say. He looks genuinely distressed, and you make one last attempt at extending an opportunity. “I don’t know, are you?” He’s silent, searching your face for answers you can’t give him. Panicking at the though of losing contact despite all you’ve been through.

“Did you mean what you said about me. In the dorms.”

“James, I told you-”

“No, you didn’t. Do you really believe I think you’re less than me because you’re a half-blood? You really think that matters to me?”

“No, not anymore, anyway.” James smirks, stepping closer when your brows furrow in confusion at his sudden mood change.

“So I’m not as pompous as you thought I was?”

“You most definitely have a big ego, Potter.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He takes your jaw in his hold, eyebrows raised in teasing inquiry. You lick your lips, swallowing thickly and avoiding his eyes.

“What d’you think they’d all say if I kissed you, then?” You almost cough, choking on your own saliva at his words. The cheeky bastard just keeps smiling, basking in your flushed demeanor.

“Oh eat slugs, Pott-” Your interrupted with his lips on yours, lifting off of your heels to make it easier for him. James, insufferable as always, is grinning the entire time.

“Yes! He made the first move, Remus. You owe me two galleons-” Sirius is cut off by his own whimper. What must be the lot of your spying friends shoves him into the hallway so he’s the only one caught, in which he stands speechless under your glares.

“A sweet little first year lost her cat, you guys seen it by any chance? No matter, I’ll keep looking for it. Bloody kids always losing their pets.” And Sirius, the dope that he is, begins to make kissing noises in a meek attempt at recovery. Feigned grumbles of “here, kitty.” Echo down the hallways before you hear his fleeting footsteps.

You press your forehead into James’ chest, utterly embarrassed and admittedly exhausted. What a bizarre 24 hours

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kitty-tea · 5 months

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The bad girl gets what she deserves

(Part 2)

Read part 1 here

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I’m (probably) so sorry for making a part 2!🥺

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader

NSFW 18+ Only! Graphic smut ahead!

Summary: After you congratulate Cedric on winning the Quidditch game, you both sneak into the library alone for a “study session” which leads to questions about if you’re ready for something more

A/N: I know the summary sucks I didn’t know how else to word it without giving the whole plot away.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings/tags: SUPER cheesy dialogue, graphic smut, fluff, oral sex (f receiving), pet names, semi-public oral sex, rule-breaking, Cedric and reader are of age, teasing, sneaking around, making out, might contain typos

After what happened in the Prefects’ bathroom, you were too hyped for many reasons to be able to go to sleep. The biggest one was that you couldn’t get over the fact that you literally hooked up with Cedric Diggory, the Captain and the Seeker for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, who also happened to be one of the most popular students in the entire school and someone who would be playing against your house’s Quidditch team in the next match.

You both had gotten dressed quickly and brushed your teeth and hair after getting out of the water. You were too nervous to make conversation with him, and you assumed he was too. Carrying the pile of dirty clothes in your hands, you bid each other goodbye before making your way into the Slytherin common room.

Your friends were waiting to bombard you with questions in your shared dorm.

“Where have you been?”

“You disappeared after dinner!”

“How long were you showering for?”

“What were you doing at the Hufflepuff table at dinner?”

You ignored their questions as you dumped your dirty clothes next to your bed.

“I’m just tired.” You lied. “I just want to go to sleep.”

“Don’t forget it’s Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin tomorrow. Make sure you have enough energy to watch the game!” One of them exclaimed.

Oh, I’ll have more than enough energy. Especially for Cedric. You thought to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your face and smiled.

He was all you ever thought about in your sexual fantasies ever since your mind became capable of conjuring such images. Even more than that, you admired his personality, he was like a breath of fresh air compared to the boys in your house who thought they had a chance with you. A hard-working, humble, and honest person like him was definitely something that you’ve been lacking in your life lately.

You mentally congratulated yourself for finally working up the nerve to make those fantasies come true.

“Yeah, save your voice. You’ll be screaming for our team.” You heard your other friend’s voice through your blanket.

Not like how I was screaming for Cedric earlier. You weren’t going to share that thought with your friends.

Being the opposite sex, you didn’t know how to read Cedric like you did with your friends, so it made sense to you that he didn’t seem to be as open with his feelings as you were. He was a boy, and boys are taught to keep their emotions bottled up which you hated. While it was flattering that he kept commenting about how beautiful you were during your encounter, there was something else you wanted to ask about him that itched at the back of your mind.

As the Hufflepuff players zoomed across the Quidditch field, your eyes searched for a certain set of yellow robes. You didn’t bother cheering with your housemates as Lee Jordan announced the Slytherin team’s entrance.

The game had already commenced when the two Seekers whipped past the other players in search for the Golden Snitch. There were as many people cheering for Malfoy as there were for Cedric. The only difference was which side of the pitch you were on.

Despite the majority of Lee’s commentary focusing on the action between the Chasers and the Keepers, your eyes were drawn to the flurry of yellow and green that constantly flew up, down, and between them. Watching something so fast was like a thrilling little game in your mind for testing your focus.

You couldn’t take your eyes off the two Seekers. Everything else you saw and heard around you became like white noise to you.

A few goals from both teams later, Lee’s commentary returned to the two Seekers when a Bludger came for them thanks to the four Beaters, causing one of them to lose the near-grip they had on the Snitch.

You and the rest of the spectators had to crane your necks to get a view of what Cedric and Malfoy were doing.

What happened was that Crabbe or Goyle, you didn’t care to tell them apart from far away, was aiming the Bludger at Cedric, but hit Malfoy instead, nearly knocking him off his broom. This gave Cedric an opportunity to grab the Snitch. Just like that, he had won the match for Hufflepuff, earning a chorus of loud groans from the people next to you.

While you were looking forward to congratulating Cedric, you were dreading the complaining and bickering you would be hearing from your housemates for the rest of the day.

“You’re too stupid to play on the team, my father will hear about this!” You could already hear Malfoy’s annoying voice yelling inside your head.

It wasn’t hard to find Cedric at the after-match party in the Great Hall. He was surrounded by his teammates and his friends. All the players had gone to get changed into more comfortable clothes while everyone else was still in their uniforms. Your hair bounced behind you as you weaved through the crowd. You rolled your eyes at the bickering coming from the Slytherin team.

“That was a stupid move Goyle, you should’ve let Malfoy handle himself against Diggory then maybe he would’ve had enough time to catch the Snitch!” Came from Adrian Pucey.

“What was I supposed to do?!” Goyle argued back. “I was making myself useful by doing something!”

“Well, now you’re even more useless!” Pucey scoffed.

“Shut up, you lot! Do you want a teacher to hear us?” Terence Higgs shushed them with a finger to his mouth and loudly whispered, “I don’t want Madam Hooch to hear us fighting and suspend us from Quidditch!”

He had a point even if you didn’t care about their stupid infighting. If they did happen to get suspended from Quidditch, you would still have Cedric’s matches to look forward to.

Speaking of whom, you saw a perfect opportunity to get closer to him as his teammates went in and out of conversations with the rest of their house.

With his back to you, you got on your tiptoes and used your fingers to cover his eyes.

“Surprise.” You whispered into his ear, making him turn around and you let go of him.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” You thought the memories of last night must have been coming back to him as a blush crept up his cheeks.

“Of course you didn’t. Your back was turned to me.” You quipped, smiling at him. “That was quite a fight you put with Malfoy in the game.”

“I wouldn’t say I fought him, but I know what you mean.”

“I’ve got an idea.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and slid your palm up his chest. “How about we sneak away from here, just the two of us, and catch up on some studying at the library?” You eyed him from his lips to his eyes, hoping he’d catch on.

“S-Studying? Right now?” Oh, so that’s how he wanted to play.

“Come on, Cedric. You know I loved our study session last night. Even though it wasn’t at the library.” You smirked. You adored the flustered look he’d get on his face when you’d act flirty with him whether it’d be in your conversations or you just eye-fucking him from across the room.

“I guess I could use some studying. Where’s Madam Pince?”

“Don’t worry she’s over there talking with Snape.” You pointed across the room.

The whole school was too focused on their conversations with each other to notice you and Cedric sneaking out of the Great Hall. In the event that someone inquired about your absence later, you would tell them you were in the library studying. Only one of those things was true.

Thankfully, no one was lingering outside in the corridors where you and Cedric decided to join hands.

“We better do a quick check around the library to see if anyone else is hiding.” Cedric said once you both stepped into the room.

You nodded before you decided on which sections you would each cover.

Since you couldn’t go into the restricted section to check it for yourselves, you agreed to move somewhere as far away from it as possible without being close to the library entrance.

You were seated with your legs crossed on one of the tables in the upstairs area while Cedric sat on the chair next to you.

He reached his hand out and twirled a strand of your hair around his fingers. He looked at your face as if to say something, but stopped himself.

You didn’t want to push him further, so you filled in the awkward silence. “I forgot to say to you, congratulations.”

“Thank you. Never actually thought someone from another house would congratulate me, let alone a Slytherin.”

His eyes were transfixed to yours as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you off the table and onto his lap, so that your legs were dangling from his side and your left arm was wrapped around his neck. You couldn’t stop being mesmerized by his eyes which you frequently thought about while pleasuring yourself.

“You are so beautiful.” You’d never get tired of hearing him say that.

You brought your free hand up his hair where you lightly ran your fingernails over his scalp. You felt the heat growing between your thighs at the sight of him closing his eyes at the pleasurable sensation. You could have sworn you heard him muttering something about how good it felt.

You couldn’t resist squirming and squeezing your thighs together at the sound of him begging. Not long after, you felt something poke at your ass, and you knew exactly the effect your movements had on Cedric.

You continued to massage his scalp as you leaned forward and planted a trail of kisses from his neck to his lips.

You saw his big hand wrap around your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on the inside. The ache between your legs was bordering on unbearable as he squeezed the handful of flesh that was covered by your black tights.

“What have you done to me?” Cedric grunted out hoarsely.

“Didn’t I just give you the most mind-blowing sex last night? And plus it’s what you do to me too. I know that you made me cum harder than I’ve ever made myself. You’re all I ever think about when I touch myself. I can’t ever cum without imagining what it’d be like if it were you instead of my fingers making me feel so good.”

You smirked at seeing Cedric’s reaction when you bluntly admitted to him about your sinful activities. You thought you could never get over how cute he looked with his red cheeks accompanied by his deep breathing and his eyes that nervously darted to anywhere but your own.

“Maybe I should give you a little taste too.” You lifted your skirt higher but not high enough to show your crotch. You caught a feral look in his eyes as his eyes widened. He lifted you up and slammed your ass down on the table but not hard enough to hurt you.

You leaned your head back as you wrapped your legs around him and rubbed yourself against his body, desperate to create friction where it ached the most.

“Fucking hell. Please, Cedric. I want you to eat me out.” You were expecting yourself to sound like a depraved whore.

“Of course, Love.” You could’ve melted at whatever pet name he gave you even if he actually did call you a dirty whore. He gave you a quick peck on the lips. But you wanted more than that, so you pulled him in by his T-shirt, holding him in place along with your thighs wrapped around him, as you let your lips connect deeper and deeper with each other’s. In your state of drunken lust, you couldn’t think of anything else except for your desire to keep tasting his lips. As if acting on instinct, you both started to thrust your hips against each other’s, too entranced by the sounds of the deep breaths being exchanged.

You were so into your make out session that you almost didn’t hear voices entering from below the mezzanine. Apparently, you and Cedric heard them at exactly the same time because you pulled away at once, widening your eyes at each other, as if both of your lips electrocuted each other’s. Cedric gave you room to get down from the desk and you both made sure to not have yourselves be seen.

“Fuck! It’s Pince and Snape!” You whispered, both of your heads peeking out from behind a bookcase.

“I’m sure I can help you find exactly what you’re looking for before your classes tomorrow, Severus.” You heard Madam Pince say.

“Very well, Irma.” Snape said. “You of all people know how imperative it is to have these books for my seventh year students. Which is precisely why I came to you, seeing as how you’re the only one I can trust to help me find the appropriate materials.”

You and Cedric both let out an exhale as you saw the two staff members walking towards one of the bookshelves. You were relieved that the potions section was nowhere near where you were.

“You mentioned Pince hasn’t ever caught you touching yourself in her library, right?” Cedric lowered his voice to the same volume as yours was at.

You nodded.

“I’ve got an idea.” You thought you saw a playful smile on his face as he put a hand on the small of your back and guided you back to the same desk in the corner you were previously at.

You knew what he wanted. He was going to see how quiet you could be without getting caught.

“Do you think you could be a good girl and not get caught?” You were right, after all.

He trailed his hands under your skirt until they caught on the waistband of your underwear and tights.

“I’ve never been caught and I never will be.” You whispered determinedly as you got on your tiptoes and gave his lips a kiss.

“This should be no different. Except I’m here.”

“And they’re here.” You gestured to where you last heard the two other voices. “Isn’t it exciting? Doing something so naughty with the threat of getting caught?”

You grabbed a hold of your shoes and threw them aside before Cedric hooked his fingers under the waistband of your undergarments and slid them down your legs.

“I’ve never done something sneaky like this before.” Cedric chuckled quietly.

Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that you were afraid it would jump out to where Snape and Pince were downstairs.

As soon as you planted your ass and your hands on the desk, Cedric could see how wet your pussy was when he knelt down.

Without losing eye contact, he took one of your ankles in one hand and planted his lips over and over on every inch of exposed skin on that limb until his head disappeared under your skirt. That’s when you clamped your hand over your mouth to stifle a whimper that threatened to rip through you as you felt his tongue trace the slightest bit along your pussy lips. Not even your wildest sexual fantasies could’ve prepared you for how weak he was making you feel, and he had barely even tasted you.

The second time his tongue was on you, he pushed it between your inner lips and even into your opening before pulling it up and swirling it around your clit. A wave of pleasure ran through your body which made you throw your head back. If you were alone in the library, you would’ve screamed at him, demanding that he’d never stop.

Cedric gathered the fabric of your skirt in his hand, revealing his eyes to you, which he kept on you this whole time. You knew he wanted to watch as you fell apart under his control just as it had been last night.

As if what he was doing to your clit wasn’t enough, he took the little bundle between his lips and sucked on it. Your breath continued to come out in shallow bursts as he held your gaze, making you squirm against his mouth. You were gripping the edge of the table so hard that your knuckles were turning white.

You tried anything you could do to muffle the screams that threatened to escape your body whether it’d be biting your thumb, biting your lip, or holding your breath.

It was obvious he knew how much you loved having your clit touched. It wasn’t long before you were rocking your hips against his mouth, so desperate for your orgasm which was approaching at an alarming rate.

Placing a foot on his shoulder, you maneuvered yourself so that you could open your legs further, giving him better access, enabling him to reach places he hadn’t before.

With each flick of his tongue that spanned from your entrance to your swollen clit, you felt that familiar tightening sensation in your body expand until you couldn’t hold onto it anymore. Your orgasm crashed down on your body, tipping you over the edge, making you shake under his control. You couldn’t help it as your thighs were shaking and squeezing his head on both sides. You knew it wasn’t enough to hurt him, though. Despite using all of the strength from both of your hands to cover your mouth, there was a soft muffle that escaped from you and you hoped that you and Cedric were the only ones that heard it.

Your head fell forward as you finally came down from your orgasm. You took deep breaths to calm yourself down, as Cedric got up from his position on the floor. He reached his fingers towards you, and you felt another shudder going through you as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips brushing against your cheek before kissing you on the other side.

The look he gave you was something you’d only dreamed about as a little girl, having someone so handsome look at you as if you were the most beautiful treasure he’d ever laid eyes on. You knew you wanted more intimate moments like this with him beyond just sex, but you weren’t completely sure if he wanted the same.

“Irma, I assure you I am capable of carrying these books on my own. I don’t require your help.” Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard those two pairs of footsteps echo throughout the nearly empty space, along with their voices.

“Your classroom is in the dungeons. I won’t have you risk carrying such a heavy load long distance. There’s too many things that could happen. What if a student trips you? Or you could fall down the stairs. Then the books would be ruined.” Madam Pince sounded like she was on the verge of panicking with the way she was talking about her precious books, and you suppressed a giggle at the mental image of Snape clumsily tripping and falling on his face.

“Very well, then. We will bring these books to my classroom. Then you and I can resume keeping those dunderheads from acting up in the Great Hall.” Snape huffed.

“Boys will be boys.” You could picture Madam Pince rolling her eyes behind her stack of books she was carrying.

You and Cedric let out a breath of relief as the two pairs of footsteps faded out of earshot.

“I thought they’d never leave.” You sighed.

“I’ve been wondering…” Cedric spoke up after a moment of silence. He scratched the back of his neck as his eyes darted from yours to some random bookshelf. You didn’t understand what was stopping him from speaking his mind. You knew you were just as intimidating as he was shy which was only in certain situations. Why was he acting shy all the sudden after you slept with each other?

“I think you’re really beautiful.” You could tell there was more that he wanted to say.

“And I think you’re really handsome.” You threw back playfully, attempting to ease him. You planted your bare feet on the ground and pecked his lips. The conversation was paused as you took the time to get decent, hooking your legs through your panties before doing the same with your tights.

“I mean, it’s okay if all you want to do with me is to sleep together. I’m sure you have plenty of boys telling you how gorgeous you are. I know you can get any guy you want, and I’m not really sure why you chose me.” He was right, you could get any guy you wanted and that guy happened to be Cedric.

“What?” You couldn’t believe that’s all he thought he was good for. “No, Cedric. I really do fancy you. And I want us to do so much more together than just have sex… And I want to go out with you.” You awkwardly pushed that last sentence out as you avoided his eyes and fidgeted with your fingers.

It was as if Cedric was taking your breath away as he put his finger under your chin and tilted it up, making you look into his eyes.

“I want to go out with you too, Darling.” He whispered and instantly brought your lips together.

#fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #reader insert #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory #character x reader #smut #harry potter imagine #mdni #smutty fanfiction

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shiyorin · 6 months

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Time to silly headcanon

Primarchs but they are in Hogwarts Au

Because everyone need Hogwarts au :v

Lion El'Jonson

Top marks in everything but has a resting bitch face

Secretly a big softie but acts aloof

Skips class to nap in the forest

Once stupefied a professor but claims it was an accident

They think he is Slytherin but he is Gryffindor

Fulgrim

Slytherin prefect, always flawlessly styled hair and robes

Always changing hair and outfit more than Luna Lovegood

Hosts lavish potions parties in the Room of Requirement

Already opened a beauty salon in Hogsmeade on weekends

Perturabo

Ravenclaw but always in detention for arguing with teachers

Could single handedly build a new Hogwarts over summer

Always scribbling dark fortress designs instead of notes

Enchanted the suits of armor to attack people who irritate him

Jaghatai Khan

Always late to class because racing brooms in the halls

Sends letters via hawk instead of owl

Hufflepuff seeker, fastest broom in the game

Enchanted his motorcycle to fly

Leman Russ

Gryffindor team captain, chill dude until someone mentions Slytherin

Parties in the Forbidden Forest weekly

On a first name basis with the giant squid

Sneaks hip flask of firewhiskey into class

Rogal Dorn

Hufflepuff prefect, stickler for the rules

Enchanted the suits of armor as a personal army

Constructed multiple secret bases around campus

Reported Peeves to the headmistress at least weekly

Konrad Curze

Not actually a student, caretaker is convinced he's a ghost

Lurks in shadows muttering about "justice"

Won't stop leaving creepy notes in people's bags

Has never been seen in daylight

Sanguinius

Gryffindor seeker and favorite student of professors

Runs free tutoring for anyone struggling in class

Tries to help everyone even if they’re mean to him

Secretly a vampire but hasn't told anyone yet

Ferrus Manus

Technically should be in Ravenclaw but hangs with Gryffindors

Top of the Transfiguration class

Always transfigures things by accident when angry

Stockpiles spare parts in the Room of Requirement

Angron

Kicked out of every class for flying into homicidal rages

Secretly takes care of magical creatures in the forest

Pranks people by putting curses on bludgers

Weekly visits to St. Mungo's due to "outbursts"

Why is he Hufflepuff???

Roboute Guilliman

Head Boy and Ravenclaw prefect patrols the halls excessively

Top marks in every class and pays attention except Prophesy

Binds rule books to smack people who break curfew

Daily schedules include color-coded classes and chores

Mortarion

Constantly skipping herbology to smoke strange plants out back

This Slytherin always smells like a wet grave and fungi

Hoards Doxys and bowtruckles in the damper closets

Enchanted his robes to be self-cleaning but they’re still grimy

Magnus the Red

Runs the wizard chess club and gobstones club

Has a psychic duel with Professor Trelawney weekly

Secretly teaching advanced magic to other houses in the Room of Requirement

Uses crystal balls to gaze into the future of quidditch matches

Somehow became the most hated Ravenclaw

Horus Lupercal

Charismatic Gryffindor prefect and heir to Dumbeldore

Talented chaser who carries the quidditch cups every year

Top marks but still finds time for partying with Slytherins

Already has several Hogsmeade businesses lined up for after graduation

Lorgar Aurelian

Runs Slytherin religious cult meetings in the Forbidden Forest

Always gets plucked from class for excessive proselytizing

Has enchanted murals all over the school of super holy scenes

Constantly blessing other students whether they want it or not

Vulkan

Hufflepuff chaser, always lets the snitch go

Best at Care of Magical Creatures, even the dangerous ones love him

Secretly bakes the best cookies in the kitchens

Constantly in the hospital wing due to "potions accidents"

Corvus Corax

Introverted Ravenclaw, knows all the hidden passages

Best student in Defense Against the Dark Arts

Skips classes to research advanced transfiguration

Owl delivery? Nah he climbs in your window

Alpharius/Omegon

No one knows if they're the same person or twins

Always seen disappearing around corners and through secret passages

Top marks in Potions but no one knows which one is which

Pranks people by polyjuicing as other students

#shiyorin's writer #primarch #hogwarts au #lol #warhammer 40k #wh40crack

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momo-t-daye · 6 months

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Tom Riddle (Slytherin 5th year, Prefect) and Minerva "Mad Min" McGonagall (Gryffindor 4th year, Chaser who regularly takes on Bludgers with her bare hands) had very little in common beyond agreeing that Eileen Prince (Slytherin 4th year, Captain of the Hogwarts Gobstones Club) was the most annoying person in the whole school (and likely the whole world)

This was just an excuse to draw the last panel, Eileen being an obnoxious 14 year old too obsessed with Gobstones to care about Tom Riddle's blatantly suspicious behavior was just bonus silliness.

#Eileen Prince #Eileen Snape #Tom Riddle #my art #comic #Eileen Prince and the Chamber of Secrets (that have nothing to do with Gobstones)

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raibebe · 10 months

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Dreamies in Hogwarts

Genre: fluff Words: 1595 Warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of bullying

A/N: I had this very sudden need to develop new characters and these are the outcome. And it may or may not have been to do with some post about Jeno being in a house he doesn't belong in.

So here I present (with the help of the lovely @flowerboykun who helped both with some of these bullet points and the little banners) my take on the Dreamies if they were in Hogwarts.

Comments and further questions on them are greatly appreciated. Also arguments about their houses. I very much appreciate other points of view.

Gryffindor (duh)

Muggleborn

Prefect

Golden boy of the house

Has only lost house points ONCE (and he will keep blaming it on Donghyuck until he dies)

If he doesn’t get 100% on a DADA exam, something is wrong

The first one to master his patronus spell by thinking of the day he first stepped into Diagon Alley

Yes, he too got spooked by the big lion he cast but that was before the animal let him pet his mane before disappearing

Had several mental breakdowns trying to choose his elective courses because he couldn’t just take all of them

Always has an open ear for his underclassman

Might just let it slide whenever he sees a first-year out of bed too late because he too would just get lost on the way from the library to their common room and suddenly it was after the curfew

Seeker of the Quidditch team

Refused the captain position multiple times because he thinks Jeno is more suited for it and honestly… He doesn’t need any more responsibilities

So oblivious to everyone who tries to hit on him… Like please help this guy

The amount of times he has been asked out on dates and he just thought it would be a friendly hangout and he brought more people is getting ridiculous

Ravenclaw

Pureblood

Do not underestimate him

His skills in Charms are unmatched and he probably knows more hexes than all his classmates combined

His quick thinking probably saved Chenle’s life during a Quidditch match once when he fell off of his broom after taking a bludger to the side

Got thrown out of the library for shouting at Donghyuck and Chenle… permanently…

Makes them pay for it by getting his books… And some that he doesn’t actually need… Heavy ones…

Has a new love letter in his bag after every day… He has stopped reading them…

And started folding them into little tiny cranes instead so he can charm them to fly right back to whoever wrote it… It’s his way of letting them down gently..?

Very fond of the merpeople once he saw them in the Slytherin common room

Also uses them as an excuse to accept Donhyuck’s invites to hang out because he of course just wants to catch a glimpse of them

Maybe beating Donghyuck in wizard chess is also a plus

Not a prefect but loves using the prefect bath (yes, he got Mark to tell him the password)

Found the Room of Requirement sometime during his fourth year which took on the space of a quiet and comfortable safe room for him to recharge

Whenever you cannot find him, he’s probably in there painting

Gryffindor

Halfblood

The sorting hat had a really hard time putting him in a house

Like it took a looong time but in the end, Jeno’s courage and drive got him sent to Gryffindor

Captain of the Quidditch team

Plays as Chaser

Once accidentally broke one of the hoops because he threw the quaffle too hard and then there was the time when the Hufflepuff Keeper got a concussion…

Loves Care of Magical Creatures and no matter how ugly the creature is, he takes care of them with utmost respect and admiration

Very fond of the Thestrals, especially the smaller foals and very upset about people being ignorant towards them just because they can’t see them

Wants to go into the forbidden forest so fucking badly to see what kind of creatures live there but he knows that he’ll get in so much trouble if he actually went in

So he just likes to hang out right at the edge of it in hopes to catch glimpses

Once fell asleep in a Divination class that Jaemin talked him into taking with him

He thought it would be a lot more exciting and the calming scent of the tea put him right to sleep

Needless to say, he dropped the course for Arithmacy instead… Don’t ask how that’s going.

Actually, he’s doing pretty well in the exams after staying up the whole night cramming, only making his way into bed because Mark found him and carried him upstairs after he passed out in the common room

Slytherin

Halfblood

Didn’t care for Quidditch much until he found out that Mark was playing for Gryffindor

Suddenly, he knew all the rules and had a brand new broom for the tryouts

Is he looking for the snitch or is he just annoying Mark the whole game? No one actually knows

Are you still rivals if it lasts longer than 4 years or are you just in love at this point?

Anyways

Always puts on a strong face but he’s fucking tired of stupid rich purebloods telling him that he doesn’t belong in “their” house

Whenever it just gets too much, he goes to the owlery because their sweet hooting always comforts him and his own eagle owl is always down for scritches and cuddles (and very menacing screeches whenever someone shows up to bother them)

That is until one day, a small black cat also came to the owlery and curled up in his lap, purring when he started to pet it

And surprisingly, it was very easy to just complain to the little kitten about everything, it even gave disapproving meows at the correct timing

The most peculiar thing though… The cat doesn’t trigger his allergies. But it’s magic so that explains it. Right?

Maybe he should really ask Renjun whether or not there are any charms like that

Takes his divination class very seriously

No, I am kidding, he’s bullshitting himself through every essay… Successfully.

Slytherin

Pureblood

Fuck gender. Like seriously. Who invented this concept? Not them. So therefore it shouldn’t adhere to them.

Metamorphmagus and therefore they might have a new hair color every other day

Very fond of giving themself heterochromia

Everyone thinks they’re just naturally very gifted in potions but they have worked their absolute ass off to be as good as they are since their grandma is a potion master and they have been brewing with her for as long as they could stir a cauldron

Has a (very legal) business of selling love potions

And always has an antidote on hand in case someone tries to spike Mark’s drink (again)

Could not care less about house points and rivalry

Or Quidditch for that matter even though they show up for every game his friends play in

Might get distracted halfway through and play with cats beneath the bleachers

Friends with the kitchen elves and always praises them for their food

Very peaceful unless you fuck with their friends

Someone is taking advantage of Mark’s or Jeno’s kindness? Some asshole is calling Donghyuck names again? A dude pushed past Renjun and made him spill his pumpkin juice all over his notes? They sure as hell will not enjoy their next meal when everything suddenly tastes like vomit

Will give them the antidote with a sickening smile on their face once they apologize because they’re just that nice of a person

Slytherin

Pureblood

Transfiguration prodigy

To everyone’s misfortune

He could use his gift to experiment and figure out new spells… But instead, he chooses to play elaborate pranks on his friends

They have stopped counting how many times Jisung’s quills have turned into bugs in the middle of the lecture

Figured out how to turn himself into an Animagus when he was 15

Nothing and nobody is safe from him once he turns into a sleek black cat

Has tea on literally everyone

Cannot stand the pureblood fanatics and will not hesitate to curse them out very colorfully or turn their belongings into different bugs and animals whenever they’re being assholes to others who don’t fit their standards

Very obsessed and intense about Quidditch

Do not ask him about his favorite team or he will not stop gushing about one of their chasers

The quickest of Slytherin’s chasers

Once got badly hit by a bludger and refused to be taken to the hospital wing because they were behind by quite a lot despite his arm definitely being broken

Yes, he had to be dragged off the field

Hufflepuff

Muggleborn

Baffled and in awe about everything around him

Still cannot believe that he’s able to do magic and make things LEVITATE

Also food just randomly appearing on the table??

Owls bringing his mail?? That’s crazy. Like how do owls know how to do that?

Really likes Herbology but is kind of freaked out by how many dangerous plants are out there

Please let him drop his potion class for his own safety

Claims that he followed the exact steps in the recipe but somehow managed to melt the bottom of his cauldron not once but twice and got the whole room evacuated because his concoction smelled so bad, a girl fainted

Despite Jaemin’s continuous efforts at teaching him, he seems to be a lost cause but at least he hasn’t exploded one of his potions in a long time

Almost failed the flying class because he was scared shitless after Chenle told him a bunch of nonsense about accidents that have never happened

Very good friends with some of the portraits and therefore knows a lot of secret passages

The one who always ducks at Quidditch games if any players or balls are remotely in his vicinity

Also still gets spooked by the ghosts

Which only prompts them to scare him even more. Mostly by peeking their head through his food

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the-chaosbringer · 1 year

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Prongsfoot Headcanons

These are my own headcanons, if you don't like them just scroll past, don't leave rude comments.

Sirius and James are that one couple: sunshine dude and intimidating punk that's only soft for said sunshine. It's actually disconcerting when the untouchable, immovable, terrifying boy that only wears black smiles at the bubbly, too bright boy that never stops talking or jumping around. James is the only one Sirius is soft for. (He is ridiculously soft for James.)

Both of them are absolute nerds. 99% of the time they're hanging out with each other, their talks are always about advanced magic: anywhere from Runes, Potions, Transfiguration, Magical Theory, Arithmancy, Spellcrafting, Magical Politics. You name it, they have had in depth philosophical discussions about it.

James is obssessed with Arithmancy and Runes. He's best at Transfiguration, but he finds it boring; Arithmancy ans Runes mean he gets to play around with numbers and languages, mix and match to invent new spells for pranks, house help, schoolwork etc. He finds it fun because it's complex, and it keeps his mind occupied for hours on end.

Sirius, on the other hand, adores Defence and Astronomy. He's fierce with a wand— fiercer than James— and can cast with both hands. Duelling is his favourite pastime, and he drags the Marauders to the Room of Requirement for at least two Duelling sessions a week. People expect him to hate astronomy for its relation to his family, but he actually loves staring up at the stars, mapping them out, finding the constellations and seeing if he can remember the names (he always can). He and James have had so many dates in the Astronomy tower where they have nerd talks while lying on their backs.

Neither of them actually hate Slytherin. They just hate Snape (which: fair). They have friendships with a lot of the non- Death Eater Slytherins, and are often found hanging out in the Slytherin common room, being unnecessarily mushy in order to annoy Regulus and Snape. (Regulus is very annoyed, but he's also happy for Sirius. Snape just stomps into the dorms to avoid them.)

Sirius loves James' arse so much, it might actually be unhealthy. He always— always— has to be touching that arse every few seconds; sliding his hand into James' back pocket as they walk to class, squeezing it like a stress ball, pulling him into his lap, landing a teasing spank to see it jiggle as James walks by, etc. James has gotten used to it. He doesn't even bat an eye, just lets Sirius grope him to his heart's content. (He likes it. He won't admit it. Sirius still knows he likes it.)

James loves it when Sirius picks him up. They're both tall and broad, but while James is built lean and wiry like a Chaser, Sirius looks like he could throw around a hippogriff with ease. James likes that difference because he feels small and protected, and Sirius can just pick him up and sling him over his shoulder or press him against a wall to kiss the living daylights out of him. It is not uncommon to find Sirius casually piggybacking or bridal carrying James to classes, both of them engrossed in a nerd talk.

A combination of James' kajal and Sirius' rings was the reason they got together. Sirius could barely stop himself from kissing James silly when he had kajal on, and James could not stop fantasising about sucking on Sirius' slender fingers. The sexual tension finally boiled over two months into sixth year, when James yelled at Sirius to stop being so damn hot, straddled his lap and kissed him full on the mouth. And then, they became utterly unbearable, snogging and groping left, right and centre till the professors and prefects went mad.

Neither of James' parents were surprised by that development. "About time," his mother said when they announced it during Christmas of 6th year, and his father agreed. "I was wondering when you two fools would get your heads out of your arses."

In addition to his arse, Sirius is also obsessed with James' thighs. They're toned and bronze and so tantalizing, Sirius loves it when James wraps them around his waist. He loves sucking marks into James' inner thighs till he's trembling and whimpering and begging Sirius to just fuck me already, please. Seeing the blue and red bruises on James' legs always leaves him feeling extremely smug— they're proof that James belongs to Sirius, and Sirius only.

Despite having darker skin, James blushes a lot more easily than Sirius does. Sirius remains unfazed through most situations, but James is someone who wears his heart on his sleeve, and gets easily flustered. One smirk and a teasing whisper in his ear from Sirius and he turns firetruck red. Sirius thinks it's adorable. James thinks it's unfair that he can never fluster Sirius. Sirius argues that he gets plenty flustered, it just doesn't show on his face.

James is pansexual. Sirius is biromantic demisexual. Both of them go at it like rabbits. Their dorm mates (especially Peter) hate them.

James' favourite place to sit is Sirius' lap. Sirius' favourite place for James to sit is also Sirius' lap. It's normal for James to shove his way onto Sirius' legs when the boy is mid conversation, and for Sirius to simply adjust James and keep talking to the third person. Most times, it devolves into James grinding down on Sirius as he sucks hickeys into James' neck.

Tag list:

@ambrxsiaa @soopsiedaisies @in-flvx @achilleslikespeas @padfootastic @impishtubist @mycupofrum @fiendishfyre

#sirius black #james potter #bambibelle #starbucks #sirius x james #james x sirius #prongsfoot headcanons #harry potter headcanon #james potter headcanon #sirius black headcanon #prongsfoot #kalirambles #kalisblog

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mershellscape · 7 hours

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— minerva mcgonagall moodboard + headcanons

— summary bc minerva ROCKS i love her (also outing myself as a mcgonagall x pomfrey shipper LMFAOOO) — a/n i said i was jus gonna do hcs 🫣 but i couldn't help but do a moodboard — taglist @picklerab23 @lovelorngirl @that-random-poseidon-child @nuncscioquidsitamor-13 (sorry if any of you didn't want to be tagged, i just tagged ppl who seemed interested 😓)

HEADCANONS UNDER CUT

ᥫ᭡. her father fought in ww2, and both she and her mother took care of him when he was back, as he struggled with ptsd

ᥫ᭡. she loved growing up in a muggle village, partly bc she felt special and smart, but also bc it made her have a closer relationship with her father

ᥫ᭡. when she got to hogwarts, the sorting hat took a long time to put her in a house, before she swore at it in her head and it screeched “GRYFFINDOR”

ᥫ᭡. sidenote: minnie def uses muggle swear words ik my girl is not saying "merlin's saggy ballsack" at every inconvenience

ᥫ᭡. she became popular pretty quickly, but she only had one real friend — poppy pomfrey

ᥫ᭡. they went EVERYWHERE together

ᥫ᭡. they were the big sisters of gryffindor house, even of hogwarts in general

ᥫ᭡. minnie got top grades in all her classes, so the only thing that offered a challenge to her was quidditch

ᥫ᭡. she'd read about in some books, but she had never played it before, so she tried out her second year, but failed to get in

ᥫ᭡. but over the summer she practiced, and got in her third year

ᥫ᭡. a lot of people were cruel to her, since she was a girl, which kept getting in her head and worsened her performance

ᥫ᭡. on one match, the bullying got so bad she didn't show her face the whole rest of weekend — even though they ended up winning

ᥫ᭡. poppy found out why and she hexed the bullies, giving them really bad nosebleeds

ᥫ᭡. minnie got back to playing quidditch, and was better than ever

ᥫ᭡. sidenote: everytime minnie got hurt in a match, she'd get taken care of by poppy (who volunteered at the hospital wing) and asjsksja so hurt comfort 😭 i love them

ᥫ᭡. in her fourth year, she dated a fellow chaser for a few months, but she was never really invested

ᥫ᭡. meanwhile, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous when poppy got in a relationship herself

ᥫ᭡. she broke up with her boyfriend on a hogsmeade weekend and he got mad and tried to hit her but she hexed him and left him rolling around in the snow in pain

ᥫ᭡. (because of this, she got called to the headmaster's office, and was put in detention, tho she negotiated it to only be once rather than a whole week)

ᥫ᭡. because of her experience taking care of her father, she was one of the most compassionate students, and eventually teachers, towards the younger ones who struggled with mental health

ᥫ᭡. she and poppy, already popular for their beauty and personalities, became known for their genuine kindness

ᥫ᭡. she and poppy became prefects at the same time, furthering their reputation as the gryffindor mothers

ᥫ᭡. she passed her o.w.l.s with flying colors, etc. etc.

ᥫ᭡. she spent the whole summer before her sixth year with poppy, eating ice cream, taking the train to edinburgh to go to the museums and “experience some culture”

ᥫ᭡. they def “practiced kissing” on each other, even though they'd both already had their first kisses

ᥫ᭡. the next year, minnie worked on becoming an animagus, under the supervision of dumbledore

ᥫ᭡. she became an animagus in a little over seven months, due to a few failed attempts, but!!! she got their in the end bc of course she did she's mcgonagall

ᥫ᭡. from that point forward she was constantly turning into her cat form, bc she loved yowling at her fellow students when they pissed her off

ᥫ᭡. of course she had to keep the fact that she was an animagus a secret, even tho she did it legally

ᥫ᭡. sixth and seventh year she got a lot of awards for transfiguration, but now she was starting to worry about where she would go in her career

ᥫ᭡. most of her teachers insisted she take up a teaching position at hogwarts but she was like “no😭😭 i hate kids”

ᥫ᭡. after graduation, she got a job at a magazine in london, where she had a column about transfiguration. she interviewed famous people, talked about how transfiguration and other forms of magic can be mixed, etc.

ᥫ᭡. but she wasn't happy

ᥫ᭡. at this point, she was penpals w poppy, who was working back at hogwarts

ᥫ᭡. poppy filled her in on the drama, and when minnie found out dumbledore was leaving his position as transfiguration professor to be headmaster, she rushed to apply

ᥫ᭡. obviously, she was given the job

— now for some headcanons from when she was a professor !

ᥫ᭡. one time minnie got in a fight with another animal in her animagus form and she showed up to class the next day with nicks in her ear and a limp

ᥫ᭡. causing a school-wide rumor that she was secretly in a gang (she doesn't deny it)

ᥫ᭡. minnie in animagus form always accompanied remus on the full moon, to make sure he never hurt himself too badly

ᥫ᭡. mcgonagall def picked favorites, but they had to earn it. some of her notable favorites: molly weasley, bill weasley, regulus black, remus lupin, andromeda black, mary macdonald, hermione granger, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, harry potter, fred & george weasley, and lee jordan (the quidditch commentator)

that's all i can think of right now, feel free to add on! <3

#ceri talks ₊˚ෆ #ramblinandwritin ੈ♡₊˚#minerva mcgonagall #professor mcgonagall #minnie mcgonagall #hp marauders #marauders era #marauders #harry potter series #harry potter #harry potter hc #harry potter headcanon #marauders hc #marauders headcanon #hp headcanon #hp #hogwarts #pre marauders era

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slasherbvnnie · 1 year

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Cinnamon and Cigarettes

It's 2023, and on your 18th birthday you received a special letter from a school known as Hogwarts University. A college exclusive to wizards and witches, teaching them how to hone and harness their wizarding abilities. On your first day there, you come across a few friends and foes.

Context: 18+ characters, modern day hogwarts au, hufflepuff reader

Word Count: 975

You sucked down a deep breath, the gentle tapping of your shoes hitting the tiles beneath you filling your ears as the world was muted behind you with every step. You had no idea why this was so nerve wracking, it was exciting all at the same time as well, it just confused you all together knowing the next few years of your life would be defined by this small action. You sat on the wooden chair, feeling it pop and creak into place as you sat. Your hands fiddled with the ends of your clothes as you felt the weight be placed upon your head, making you look up slightly. “Interesting…” you heard a voice murmur, continuing on as you swiped your tongue across your lips as you nervously awaited. “Yes…yes that fits well…Hufflepuff!” You heard the hat call out, tuning back in when you could hear cheering and clapping from one of the tables. You stood, making your way out of the chair and to the table, being greeted by one of the boys who stood by the table, holding his hand out to shake yours. “Cedric Diggory, house prefect, take a seat anywhere and make some new friends,” he said with a smile, you shook his hand and smiled. “Y/N L/N, thank you cedric,” you replied as you took a seat.

It was shortly after dinner when Mcgonagall announced that there was a game for the first years. It was a fun game they had planned, almost like a game of tag. Students were to cast a very simple spell on other students in different houses, each house either gaining or losing points passed on who was tagged and who was the tagger. She announced that whichever house won the game would be able to host the first party back for students as well as make requests for food for the day after. You had met other people in your house, like Hannah Abbott , Gregory Munslow and even the chaser for the quidditch team Heidi Macavoy. When time came to finally begin the game, you were greeted by other students you had met on the train ride. Although now in different houses, they were still friendly. “Would you like to compete together? We can all have a truce to not get each other,” one girl offered as you smiled, nodding your head. “You’ve got a deal,” you agreed, your small group taking off as the professors called the beginning of the games once the other years went back to their dorms.

You all ran through the halls assigned for the game, laughter and shouts filling the castle. You casted the game spell on a few, dodging the attempts at yourself easily. Not all the students were great with spells yet, which you were thankful for, as well as for those without good aim. You heard a cry from your friend group when you noticed one had been tagged, looking back to them as you spotted the girl who had casted them out. She was a slytherin girl from the looks of it, making note as you began to run once again. This time instead of aiming for the other houses, you instead aimed for slytherins only, casting them out whenever you spotted one.

After getting a handful of their house out, you were met with a slytherin boy making his way to you. He towered over you as he walked straight at you, you backed up, eventually being cornered as he approached you. “You’re the little puff who’s been getting my friends out, hm?” He asked, holding his wand to your face as you looked up to him. “Which of them was it,” he questioned, you were silent as you stared at him. “Which one was it,” he pressed on, you were stunned and pointed to the slytherin girl who had been watching with a smirk on her face. He turned to where your finger landed, moving his wand from your face and instead casting the spell on her, making her gasp in surprise. “There, your problems gone,” he said as he turned back to you. “Now why don’t you and your little friend group scurry off,” he said before noticing another girl who was in your group. “And you, wearing a slytherin uniform and not defending your house? It may be only a game but some of us won’t forget you didn’t help stand up for your house,” he sneered to your friend, a more threatening glare in his eyes as you looked over. “Lay off of her,” you said, he sighed as he turned back to you, smirking a bit. “Stay out of it little badger, I know more than enough to get back at you,” he said as you frowned. He looked back at your friend, threatening her with something else before you stepped up, as your friend began to grow more scared, something inside you overpowered your judgement and you swung at the taller. He was surprised and stepped back, holding his nose as a few of the others in his own group snickered. “Beaten by a Hufflepuff, Riddle,” one blonde laughed as the taller looked at you.

Instead of hitting back, he only chuckled as he pulled his hand away, revealing some blood running down his face. “You have a good swing,” he said as he backed away from your group. “Why don’t you come by the dungeons sometimes, we’ll send an owl with the password,” he hummed with a smirk as you scoffed. “As if I would want to be around barbarians,” you said, casting the game spell on him, making his eyes widen as he stared at you. “All my problems gone, right?” You mocked as he wiped at the blood on his face, shaking his head with a laugh as he walked off.

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x hufflepuff #mattheo riddle x hufflepuff!reader #mattheo riddle x afab!reader #hogwarts au #hogwarts university au #harry potter au

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romione-trope-fest · 3 months

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How to Parent Gryffindors

Fic Title: How to Parent Gryffindors

Author Name: Voldemorts-tap-shoes/smjl

Selected Trope: OOTP Missing Moment

Brief Summary: Ron and Hermione are the parents of Gryffindor Tower.

Word Count: 1436

Rating: T

Any Trigger Warnings: none

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Gryffindor Tower is its usual hive of activity, despite Hermione’s best efforts otherwise. Fanged Frisbees are flying about, a number of students seem to be suffering from different effects of Fred and George’s Skiving Snackboxes—though the twins are conspicuously absent from the chaos—a stench of Firewhiskey hangs in the air from an untraceable source, and one first-year is hanging from the overhead light by his toes.

It’s not even the weekend yet.

Hermione feels as if she’s running on a hamster wheel, lap after lap around the common room. For every fire she puts out—mostly figurative, one literal—it seems that three more crop up. Not to mention she’s got loads of homework piled up waiting for her, and she hasn’t even begun her OWL revisions yet. The term has barely started and she’s already behind. She almost longs for the days of her Time Turner. Almost.

And of course she’s going it alone, much to her chagrin. Ron went straight down to the pitch with Harry after dinner, hoping to get some practice in before tryouts. She knows how important this is to him, but it would be nice if he could make time for other things, too, and not leave her to wrangle the insanity by herself.

Despite the stress of it all, it’s not terrible being Prefect. Not that she thought it would be; she was delighted to get the badge after working so hard for the past four years. But she was a bit worried that the other students wouldn’t respect her or would give her a hard time. Fortunately, that hasn’t been the case. They all listen to her—well, mostly all of them, Ron’s brothers being a notable exception—but the thing about Gryffindors is that they aren’t very good at policing themselves. They’ll break every rule in the book until they’re instructed not to. She envies Hannah and Padma, who surely aren’t dealing with this type of three-ring-circus in their own common rooms.

Her fellow students are starting to trickle up to their bedrooms, though the continued noise from above tells her there isn’t much sleep going on yet, and Hermione finally decides to take a breather and start on her Ancient Runes assignment. Fortunately, her favorite spot by the fire has opened up, and she settles in with her textbook and a fresh sheaf of parchment.

Between the commotion in the room and her focus on the translation assignment in front of her, Hermione doesn’t even hear Ron and Harry return until they’ve flopped down on either side of her. “How was practice?” she asks as she turns over to the next page.

“Well—it wasn’t a real practice,” Ron says sheepishly, leading Hermione to wonder if it’s a good or bad thing that it wasn’t a real practice.

“Rubbish,” Harry counters. “Ron did great.”

“Harry’s just a bloody terrible chaser, is all.” Ron traces a finger down the edge of her book cover and changes the subject. “Runes?”

“Yes, I’m taking a break.”

“What is Ancient Runes a break from?” Harry asks, his lips curling in disgust. “Breeding blast-ended skrewts?”

Hermione shoots a glare at him before turning her eyes back to her work. “Actually, I’ve been running around this common room like a wild niffler trying to keep everyone in order. Just because I’m not on rounds tonight doesn’t mean I don’t still have responsibilities as a Prefect.”

“Honestly, Hermione, you’re going to work yourself to death,” Ron scolds. “You can take a night off, you know.”

“Maybe I could if I had help,” she snaps back before she can think better of it.

It’s not really a fair critique—she wasn’t officially on duty tonight, and nor was Ron—but once the words are out there, she knows she can’t take them back. They’ll have to be dealt with. Ron shifts against the sofa to face her fully, his jaw clenched as he ponders his response. Hermione is vaguely aware of Harry slipping away with a muttered excuse about needing to send a letter to Sirius, but she knows he’s just escaping the row that’s brewing. The tension ripples between them, both refusing to break eye contact, until Ron quirks an eyebrow at her and speaks.

“You don’t think I’m taking this seriously.” It’s an accusation, not a question, and it puts Hermione on the defensive.

“I don’t think you take it as seriously as some of your other pursuits,” she replies, then adds with a pointed look at the broom propped against the wall behind him, “Quidditch, for instance.”

“Just because Quidditch isn’t important to you—“

“I just think, with everything else going on, it shouldn’t be a priority.”

“You’re acting like I skived off on you on rounds or something,” Ron argues, his voice rising. “I didn’t have Prefect duties tonight, so there was nothing to prioritize. Oi!” His focus shifts suddenly to a cluster of third-years, watching their argument from behind the cover of a chess set. “Haven’t you lot got homework or something?”

“Finished it,” one of them says with a shrug.

“Find some more,” Ron snaps, and the younger students scatter as Seamus laughs from nearby.

“Can’t blame ‘em for wanting to see the show, now can you?” he jokes while Dean tries to hide his own laughter behind his hand.

Ron huffs as he gets to his feet, standing up to his full, towering height. His sweeping gaze around the room sends a few more students scampering off up the staircase to the dorms or out the portrait hole. Lee Jordan helps the first-year down from the chandelier without provocation, and then they both disappear, too. Dean and Seamus turn their attention back to a game of Exploding Snap, and the few other students that remain are paying them no mind.

With a satisfied nod, Ron resumes his seat on the sofa and turns back to Hermione, who has watched this sequence of events unfold in wonder. Ron just got the entire common room in order without a word, and she can’t help but voice her confusion. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You just—” Hermione gestures broadly around the room, indicating the suddenly calm state of things. “It took me all evening to get things even half this sorted.”

“I dunno. They just respect me, I guess. Not—” Ron’s cheeks begin to glow as he hurries to correct himself. “Not that they don’t respect you, it’s just—you know—we have different parenting styles.”

That cannot be what Ron just said. Hermione must have misheard him. Except that Ron’s face is now rapidly darkening to a shade of red that matches the Gryffindor-colored couch they’re sharing. “Different what?” she croaks.

“Well—you know—you’re—and I—” Ron flounders for a moment before finally deciding to just barrel on with it. “It’s like how Mum is always on us about every little thing, and Dad’s more big-picture. But then when he does get involved, you just know you’re in trouble.”

Hermione’s face is on fire, and Ron looks like he’s hoping for a hole to open up in the floor and drop him all the way down to the dungeons. She understands what he means—he’s not wrong in his assessment, really, and they do sort of “parent” Harry in the same way he’s describing. But suddenly, the idea of co-parenting with Ron is all she can think about. Not that she hasn’t thought about it before. Ron and her, that is. Together. But not—as parents. To the same children. About—Merlin’s pants—what leads to children.

Has Ron thought about it? About any of it? He won’t even fully look at her right now, his attention dedicated to the fraying spine of her textbook as he fiddles with a loose thread.

“That’s one way to put it, I suppose,” Hermione whispers, not trusting her voice. “We’re just—different.”

“Right.” Ron swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat. “And a good team.”

“Yes. That too.” Hermione can’t take the tension anymore, and if she sits here any longer, she might embarrass both of them further by snogging Ron senseless. “Well, I think that’s enough Runes for one night,” she says as she stands up and gathers her things. “See you at breakfast?”

“Yeah. Brilliant. See you at breakfast,” Ron echoes.

Hermione can’t resist one last glance at Ron as she reaches the staircase to the dorms. When she turns around, she finds Ron looking right back at her. Their gazes meet for only an instant before they both hurry to look away again. Somehow, though, Hermione finds she doesn’t mind the heat in her cheeks so much this time.

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