#the great snape debate

[superfallingstars]

snape deserved everything he got and worse. he was an incel creep and james was ALWAYS the better person by far.

gonna say something real crazy here, buck wild, just balls to the wall insane – but what if they were both bad? what if it’s bad to join a fascist hate movement and be mean to children as a fully grown adult and teacher, but it’s also bad to bully someone and threaten to take off their underwear in front of a crowd? and it’s bad to try to manipulate a girl into going out with you by saying you’ll stop bullying her friend if she accepts? what if that part when james says he doesn’t like snape because of “the fact that he exists” is in there for a reason? i know this is a really bonkers take, just cuckoo crazypants, to imagine that two people can be bad at the same time. and it’s probably even crazier to suggest that it actually doesn’t even matter who is better than who, and that this whole argument is a pointless endeavor, and that trying to play judge jury and executioner with fictional characters is an unproductive and frankly dumb way to engage with media

[souryam]

everytime I see short snape I collapse on the floor screaming and crying and vomiting why would u do this why why why

[rafesslxt]

Showerhead | mattheo riddle

summary: you thought you were alone in the bathroom when your wild thoughts took over you but you suddenly hear a second voice.. and its not inside your head.

warnings: masturbating for a sec, cursing, filthy DIRTY TALK, fingering, mattheo eating out reader, unprotected p in v, enemyxlover vibe, gryffindor!reader

notes: DAMN I'M BACK! I'm sorry but I had a HUGE writing block. Also: english is not my first language so pls let me know If there'S something I can correct :)

My day was unbelievable fucked. I woke up too late, got detention because i talked to my friends while Snape was teaching us something, i spilled my food over my clothes.. twice.. after that I fell from my broomstick at the quidditch training and now i sat with Hermione, Ron and Harry in the Great Hall eating.

„Yo y/n can I copy your homework later? I got -" Ron startet but i interrupted him "Yeah yeah whatever.. guys I‘m gonna go to bed okay? See you after this." Hermione and me shared a room so I would see her later.

I rushed to our dorm, getting rid of my dirty clothes. God I needed a shower, now. I took my clothes, shower stuff and towels and started to walk towards one of the big bathrooms.

Because I wanted more privacy, I did go to one that not many students know about. Hermione once told me about it as she talked about Hogwarts in first grade.

As I walked inside, I checked If someone‘s here but I was alone. I took off my clothes and stood under one of the showers more in the corner and let the water run down my body. I sighed as I felt it on my skin, finally feeling more relaxed.

My thoughts started drifting after a while as my hands glided over my body. Damn my muscles are really sore. When was even the last time I had sex? I think it was like 3 months ago with a guy from Ravenclaw. He looked promising but merlin was I feeling disappointed after.

I couldn‘t even touch myself cause I was always around people, sharing rooms together and shit.

I bit my lip as I looked at that shower head above me. Nah I couldn‘t.. could I? Did I even have time? I mean I was in here already for like 20 minutes so I had to be in my room before curfew but god damn I was so desperate.

Oh fuck it – what is one more detention, right? I took the shower head, letting my other hand slowling wandering over my nipples. I whimpered slightly at the feeling, realising now how desperate I really was.

I took the shower head and put it where I needed it the most. My thoughts drifted again and I tried to think about someone but no face appeared until - fuck no, I can‘t think about him.. but before I could debate more with myself, his name left my lips.

"Fuck Mattheo.." my lips parted and my breathing got heavier. Merlin was I already about to cum? How pathetic, I didn‘t even touch myself properly but that kind of didn‘t matter as the next words left my mouth. "Shit.. please" i begged into the foggy air around me.

"Damn Princess.." My blood got cold and my body tensed to a point where I couldn‘t move. I swallowed as I opened my eyes and saw Mattheo Riddle standing right in front of me. The one who‘s name I just moaned.

I tried to hide my body behind my hands, a little too late. "Fuck Riddle what the hell are you doing here?!" I asked him angry. Once because I stood there completley naked and he didn‘t even tried not to look and second for my again – non existing orgasm.

He looked shamelessly over my body, scanning every inch of my skin. He had a towel hanging low on his hips, which didnt really helped the state i was in right now.

" I could ask you the same but I think I just heard what you did.." he smirked arrogant and looked at my face. "You know you could have just asked If you wanted my help."

I rolled my eyes at him as I took one of my towels from the side to hide my body but as I did I had to let go which leaded him to look at my breasts. I saw him licking his lips, looking up at my face again as I wrapped the towel around myself.

"Just because your name is Mattheo, doesn‘t mean I was thinking about you."

He grinned again, coming closer to me slowly. "Oh yeah? Then who did you mean?" I tried to think about an different Mattheo but there was no one in this school I knew with that name – besides him.

He just stood one inch away from me now, backing me into the shower again until my back hit the wall.

"Princess.. i know you did think about me, there‘s no shame in telling." I started nibbling on my bottom lip as a signal to being nervous. God he smelled so good and his face looked even more handsome now that the single drops of water fell onto his face from his still wet hair.

"And what If I was? Are you going to tell all your stupid little friends?" He chuckled "No.." his face came even closer now "just let me help you out with that." I swallowed down a clump in my troath as he said that. My pride was way too big for him to just come here and fuck me like that..right?

"Hell no I -" "Why not huh? I saw how desperate your little body looked as you just begged for more.. let me help you with that, I‘m gonna make you cum within the first minutes." Now his arrogant smile was back, his breath hitting my lips now.

"Yeah all of you boys say that, leaving me unsatisfied after." I huffed, looking away from his piercing eyes.

"Let‘s make a deal little one.. I‘m gonna eat you out and If I don‘t make you cum within the, lets say: five minutes? I‘ll leave and never bother you again.."

I looked at his lips while he was talking. They looked so soft and kissable – fuck was I really considering what he said? I mean he‘s a Riddle and a stupid little fucker but maybe that‘s just what I needed right now. Stupid little Fucker named Mattheo Riddle.

"And what If you make me cum?" i looked up at his eyes again. He towered his head over mine grinning, coming down to my ear and whispered "..then you‘re mine for the night." He smiled almost devilish and I know I should‘ve said no but damn 3 months were starting to get the best of me.

"Deal." It felt like as If I just signed up for the devil. His smile grew at my words and he pushed me against the wall this time, unwrapping the towel i just put on.

"Damn your body looks so good, just perfect for me to eat." Shivers went down my spine at his words right towards my - " I hope you know what you just got yourself into." Suddenly he took me by my hips, lifting me up against the wall again as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

"It‘s kind of unfair that you still have your towel on, don‘t you think?“ "Oh don‘t worry princess, it‘s coming off very soon."

He took one hand away from supporting my ass, to my cheek. He looked deep into my eyes, almost staring into my soul. He closed the gap between us, kissing me like no boy ever did before in my whole life. The kiss was passionate, heated and longing. Almost as If we would seperate, we couldn‘t breathe.

I felt the tip of his tounge slide over my bottom lip which made me moan slightly. He smiled against my lips and pressed himself harder against me.

I opened my mouth slowly, which he took as a opportunity to explore my mouth with his tounge fighting over control with mine.

He let go of my lips what almost costed me a whimper but I pressed my lips together. He took me by my hips again, lifting me higher until I sat on his shoulders, my eyes going wide. Damn I don‘t think I need 5 minutes.

"You ready?" he mumbled against my inner tight he started kissing softly with his wet lips. I just let out a deep breathe and nodded, putting my hands on his hair.

He started kissing higher up until his mouth was just an inch away from my pussy. "5 Minutes are alredy starting" I chocked out, but in reality I just wanted him so start.

I could feel him grinning like an little ass but these thoughts were thrown out of the window as his tounge touched my clit.

I held in my breathe for a second as he started to kitten lick my clit and massaging my tights with his hands. I buckled against his face but he was faster and backed away. I let out a desperate whine at the loss of contact.

"Beg me.." he told me looking up at me with his chocolate brown eyes. Shit who was I even to deny that? Now wasn‘t really the moment for too much pride. "Please.." He raised his eyebrows " Please what?" "Please eat me out Mattheo, I need it - please.."

Satisfied with my answer he licked flat over my pussy, focusing on my clit again as he started to suck it. "Oh my-" my lips parted and my hands flew into his hair again, pressing his face deeper between my legs.

"Fuck that feels good" i moaned and arched my back off the wall as I felt something deep down in my stomach. Shit he didn‘t even do much but give my clit some attention - really good attention - and I was already close again.

I felt his hand going under my tight and his thumb being places on my clit. He moved his finger in circular motions, sliding his tounge to by entrance, fucking me with it.

"M-mattheo please!“ shamelessly i bucked my hips and cried out his name.

"You close baby?" he asked, mumbling against my wet skin. I just nodded breathless until I felt a sharp and powerful feeling in my abdomen.

It completely crushed me. Everything around me went black for a few seconds and I couldnt hear anything. I just came so hard on Mattheo‘s tounge that I didn‘t even realise where I was for a short moment.

I looked down on me, looking in Mattheo‘s eyes, already looking at me. "You taste so good baby."

He slowly lets me down again but holds me as we both notice how weak my knees are. "Damn I didnt expect that.." i breathe out and look at his lips, still glistening from my juices.

"I think you lost our deal.." he grinned and startet slowly kissing my neck. I chuckle, nodding just slowly, thinking about how much I actually want him and not caring about the fact that I lost.

"..but you don‘t really seem to care huh." he grins and slowly rubs my back before turning me around so I faced the wall. "Hands on the wall baby." No matter what he said, I always heard him smiling. Smug little ass. "Spread your legs princess, that's it.. wider." My stomach twisted at his vulgar words, never ever did a boy talk to me like that.

I did as he said, spread my legs even wider while my hands touched the cold wall. "Hmm now arch your back for me."

I felt his hands slither around my waist down to my lover stomach. Every touch of his send shivers down my spine. Suddenly, I felt his breath against my ear, his lips kissing the shell of it as he murmurs with a deep voice. "I'm going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head." "Stop teasing me and do it!"

He chuckles darkly and I feel the tips of his fingers wandering slowly over my pussy. "Do you really think you're in a position to give orders?" Goosebumps.

As I didn't answer him he lightly brushed his finger over my clit, making me shiver again, while brushing soft kisses across my back.

"Please." I let out a whimper, arching my back just a little more and pushing my hips into his body. Then, I felt him at my entrance, pressing the tip of his cock against my clit, just where his fingers had been a second ago.

"Beg. Fucking let me hear how much you want this cock." he whispers into my ear, his hot breath hitting my ear. My whole body shudders and I can't help it but do as he tells me to.

"Mattheo please I need you. I need to feel you, I'll do anything." I feel myself almost crying from the frustration and arousal. "Good Girl." he groans before he slowly enters me. Fuck.

"Oh Shit baby, you feel so tight." Mattheo grunted shamelessly as my walls clenched around him. My breathing got heavy and I bite my bottom lip to hide my moans.

"Don't hold back." he commands and just so, I let my lip go and whimper out his name.

"Hmm just like that princess." He pushes further inside of me, groaning at the feeling. I feel so full of him, I can't think straight besides of him and how good he feels.

Abruptly he started moving his hips fast an hard against my ass, leaving my mouth hanging wide open. " Oh fuck, Mattheo!" I cried out at the sensation. His hand started to wander up and down my body, over my back, my stomach, my tits - playing with my nipples.

"What, you want gentle? Wrong fucking address." God where has he been all these months? It feels like he just fills that hole inside of me - literally.

I hear him panting behind me, not slowing down with the movement of his hips. "Shit I would've fucked you way sooner If knew you had such a tight little pussy, just waiting for me to come and fuck it sore."

I hiss as he takes my hair into his fist and yanks my head backwards so It would lay against his shoulder while my back is still arched and he presses me against him. My hands roam over his arm that holds me in the middle of my body and I close my eyes. I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow.

I felt him changing the angle of his hips a little and my eyes almost bulged out of my head. "Oh my god!" I almost scream, forgetting that someone could hear us, even tho not many know about this bathroom. "Fuck yes, I feel you clenching around me princess. Does that feel good hm?" he teases and bites my neck gently.

Words coiled inside my throat, coming out as broken sobs, telling him I'm wanting more. "You're still holding back, just let go."

So I screamed his name again, over and over again, until I felt a sharp pang in my stomach. His hand let go of my body, his second hand still in my hair. He grabbed the shower head and turned the pressure higher before he holded it right against my clit.

I was a whimpering and sobbing mess at this point, begging him to let me come. "Look at me. I wanna see you coming around my cock." He tugs at my hair and my eyes roll back to look into his, which gave me the rest I just needed to come.

Looking into his eyes made my walls clench around him again, leaving his mouth hanging wide open. "Shit.." he grunted and closed his eyes as his rhythm became more erratic. Just as I slowly came down from my high, I felt him pulling out of me and coming all over my back, spreading his hot cum.

"Fucking hell.." he breathed out and slowly let go of my hair and hanging the shower head back onto the wall after washing his cum off of my back. I turned around and looked up at him, smiling slightly.

"What? Did I fuck out all your negative energy?" he chuckled, pressing me against him again with one of his arms. I roll my eyes at his comment but still I couldn't hide my smile. "I have something for you.." he said, now he's smiling like a little devil.

I look at him confused which he answers me with his fingers in front of my mouth. I look down at them and gasp as I see his cum on them. "Come on, open up baby.." I didn't knew why but again I did as he said and parted my lips. He pushed his fingers inside my mouth and grins. "Suck them."

I started sucking on his fingers and swirling my tongue around them, tasting his salty cum. His eyes rolled back a little and I saw him shuddering for a moment. "Damn, you wanna suck my cock maybe?"

I did let go of them and chuckled as I pressed myself pass his body to wrap my towel around my wet body. " Maybe next time.."

"Oh so you wanna do this more often, huh?"

Oh and how we both didn't knew at that moment how often actually.

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[storiesfromafan]

could you do a fic with mattheo x y/n including the words, i wish i'd never met you. maybe like they got in a fight and now he's trying to comfort her, but she doesn't want to hear it? thank you so much, i love your content

A/N: thank you for the submission 😊 I hope you like this, it is angst haha.

Pairing: Mattheo x Fem!Reader

The Arguement

He could be so infurating! He could make your blood boil, both in a good way but mostly a bad way. Mattheo Riddle might be your endearing boyfriend, yet he got on your nerves more then ever after you got together. It was all sweet and dream like to start. It began with parchment notes in class then small conversations at meal times. You even began to sit with his friends, and soon Pansy Parkinson became a good friend.

With time and a few dates Mattheo had some red flags begin to show. Yet wearing rose colour glasses, you made excues or turned a blind eye to them. And once you gained the title of Mattheo Riddle’s Girlfriend those red flags grew more. He could be jealouse or rude to males around you or who gave you the time of day, was possesive, could be demanding, ignore you for days, just to name a few.

Which brings us back to the current moment of another school day at Hogwarts. Classes were done for the day but you and Pansy had taken to the Library to study for Snape’s potions test tomorrow. Being Slytherin gave those students in that house some brownie points with Snape, but do poorly in his class and you might as well pack your bags. Snape had pride in Slytherin, so expectations were high.

Things had been going well in the Library. Pansy was greatful for your help, as you were a bit more put together then her. And the extra study was beneficial for you. Over the hour you both were there, you were joined by other Slytherin students who were panicing. Among them was Jordan Allen and Gil Williams. They were both nice and respectful guys, you’d actually known Jordan since your first trip on the Hogwart’s Express. So you both were studying the same book, debating on what Snape’s test would entail from it. And along the way you’d both began to joke around, which hadnt gone noticed by the others around you both.

Unfortuatly Mattheo, along with Draco and Blaise, had decided to join you and Pansy at this moment. Upon seeing the banter and laughter between his girlfriend and a Slytherin student he didn’t care for, Mattheo’s expression grew dark. The boys at his side, as well as Pansy, saw the change in the Slytherin heart throb. All three knew this was not going to end well. And it didn’t.

Mattheo walked over to where you were sitting, once standing behind you he leaded down till his face was next to yours. “Hello Love” Mattheo said in a husky voice.

You jumped not realising that your boyfriend had showed up. You felt a little guilty not noticing him. “Hello!” You replied in surprise before planting a kiss to his cheek.

Mattheo had turned his gaze to the male next to you, staring him down as you kissed his cheek. It was Mattheo’s way of showing the male you were his. Jordan eventually everted his gaze from your boyfriend when the dark look in Mattheo’s deep brown orbs became too much. You noticed the smirk that formed on Mattheo’s lips before he turned his attention to you. Unsure what he was so proud of, you looked back to your friend and saw how he looked down at the book on the table, looking a little frazzled.

Then it hit you. Mattheo, who you thought was being kind of sweet, was actually being a jealous, pompos ass. Feeling your blood starting to boil, which only grew hotter quickly when Jordan decided to excuse himself. That was the final straw. This was the last male friend Mattheo had intimidated and scared off. By this time Mattheo had smuggly taken Jordan’s seat, drawing you closer to him. But you weren’t having it. Slaming your textbook closed, you packed up for book and other things before telling Pansy you were heading out. Not once even giving Mattheo any attention. He didn’t deserve it. Not one bit!

You had manouvered out of the Library and had just made it to one of the hallways you had to take back to the Dungeon’s before Mattheo had caught up to you. He had called out your name but you had ignored him. Only when he grabbed your arm and stopped you in the hallway did you finally acknowledge your boyrfriend.

“Bloody Hell Y/N/N!” He said out of breath and annoyed. “What’s gotten into you!?”

You glared at the brunet before you, ripping your arm from his grasp. “You know damn well what’s gotten into me!” You said, spitting out the word’s he’d spoken.

Standing up straight, Mattheo’s dark brown eyes souly focused on you with a glare. He scoffed. “How about you tell me Love. After all, I did ask you first”.

Surprise flashed on your face briefly at how Mattheo was talking to you, but just as quick it was gone and replaced with your glare once more. If that was how he wanted to be, you weren’t going to back down.

“I was studying with Pansy before Jordan and the other Slytherin’s joined us, if you must know” you replied turning and started to head for the Slytherin common room. Mattheo hot on your heels, only getting more furious.

“Sure, studying” he spat. You shot him a sharp look. “From what I saw you were flirting and not studying”.

“Ha!” You said stopping suddenly and looking Mattheo in the eyes. “We were studying, nothing else. You’re just jealouse! Always thinking every male I interact with is flirting with me, or interested in me!” You poked him in the chest before taking off down the hallway again.

Mattheo laughed dryly continuing to follow you. “Oh come on Y/N/N! Don’t be so coy. You know those guys flirt with you, that they look at you with lust”.

You laughed heading down the stairs to the dungeons. “Please, I think you’ve got it wrong” you replied shaking your head. “You’re describing yourself and all the girls that fall at your feet!”

He grabbed your arm when you both made it to the bottom of the stairs. “Now, now Love. This is about you, not me!”

“Oh yes, sorry” you said rolling your eyes. “It’s always me in the wrong, never you, right?”

Mattheo’s grip tightened, making you wince a little. But he didn’t care. “I don’t like anyone coming near, speaking to or taking whats mine” Mattheo said dangerously low as his face came close to yours.

You wanted to cower, you wanted to beg for forgiveness. But this was it, you’d had enough. You looked him dead in the eye, not backing down like he wanted you too. It was a dangerous game to play. But what did you have to loose? Him? Yes. But if you give in to him, you’d loose respect for yourself.

“Let me go” you said calmly, eyes never wavering from his.

Mattheo didn’t do as you asked. He kept a firm hold on your arm. “No”.

With a small growl you used your free arm, pushing Mattheo back with your hand until he released you. “What is your problem!?” You questioned in a raised voice. “I am with you, Mattheo. It is always you! But you seem to think I would jump to another guy without so much as a second thought. Which I would never do! I love you for crying out loud!”

Mattheo winced at your words. He knew what you said was true, but a voice in the back of his mind told him it was a lie. Why wouldn’t you want someone else? Someone better then him? Someone who would sweep you off your feet?

Without thinking Mattheo opened his mouth and said wahtever came out first. “Oh please. Any guy gives you attention and you’d run off with them. After all I showed the slightest interest and you became a puppy that would follow me everywhere”.

He knew it was wrong. He knew it was an untrue exaduration. But it just kept coming. The word vomit, his insecurities, rising and possibly ruining everything. You. You looked shocked, hurt. All colour draining from your face at what he was saying.

“Y/N, you would let any guy have you if it meant not being alone”. That was the final nail.

Mattheo knew that you’d lost your parents early on. And didn’t have anyone close in your life. Those that cared for you did no such thing. They put up with you because it was expected of them, not because they wanted too. So those that you were friend’s with were your family. You did seek out approval from people. But with Mattheo it was different. He had seeked you out. He had instigated everything. He was the one to ask you out. He was the one who put the label on your relationship. Yet he had the hide to say you were the needy one!

All emotion left your face. But your eyes turned icy as they looked to the male before you. You stepped back from Mattheo, who’s mind was trying to work out how to take the foot from his mouth. You took a deep breath, and then other. Finally you straightened your posture, holding your head high.

“I’m glad I now know what you really think” you said eerly calm. “Fine then. Noted. How about I show you how wrong you are Mattheo”.

“What? W-what do you mean?” He sputtered.

“It’s done, we’re done” you replied turning from the male before you. You had taken a few steps before stopping, not looking back at him. “I-I wish I hadn’t met you…”.

Mattheo had barely heard your words before you left him, standing there alone in the cold dungeons. His blood ran cold from the argument, and end of your relationship. How stupid he had been to let his mouth get away with itself, and his damn brain for not filtering anything.

Alone. Mattheo was now alone. He was the one who had needed you. He was the one who needed your validation. He needed your love and affection. And in true Riddle fashion, ran you away. His chest ached. His stomach was in knots. His eyes burned, but he couldn’t let the tears out. Not here out in the open. Willing his body to move, Mattheo managed to get back to his dorm room. Briefly he saw you as he passed the Syltherin common room. Still you looked shut off and cold. But he pushed on to his room and his bed. Mattheo drew the curtains to his bed, welcoming the darkness. The same that was housed in himself. For anyone to hurt the light in their life deserved the darkness.

A/N: if anyone else has any submissions, feel free to put them in my ask box 😊

[himegureisu]

Can you please write a fic where reader sends Snape a plush (which she crocheted)of a cat which looks like her(or her favourite breed) and she send him a picture of her with a black cat plush(also made by her) which looks like him to keep eachother company

Bonus If he opens it infront of the students in the great hall😄

A Momentary Lapse in Judgement

A/N: I think I was blushing the whole time I was writing this. I did it in a single go, didn't even need to edit it much my brain was in a continuous💡. Everything is there plus a bit more.

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In the Great Hall, lively chatter from students’ conversations echoed throughout as the warm light filtered through its’ windows on this fine morning of the school year. On the other hand, at the High Table, only a few words were spoken between the staff.

It wasn’t long until the owls arrived to deliver the morning post.

One amongst them, your tawny barn owl landed gracefully in front of the Potions’ Master. In front of his plate, a beautifully wrapped gift in deep green and silver ribbon. Their students’ attention caught by the shiny display and the whisper of who would send that smarmy git a present was briefly heard.

His dark eyes flickered in curiosity, the sight of your stationery attached on top eased his frayed nerves. His fingers delicately opened the parchment to see an enchanted candid postcard of you smiling, holding a black crocheted cat plush that eerily resembled him. On the back, in your neat handwriting, a short message.

I miss you always. I hope this is sufficient company until I come home. Counting down the days.

His hands tugged on the silver ribbon, and neatly unwrapped the package that contained a single crocheted cat plush very similar to you. Its’ fur, the color of your skin, bright eyes the hue of yours, a pout on its’ tiny lips, and flushed cheeks reminded him of you whenever you didn’t get your way. There was a tag that said “Hug Me,” and so he did.

Boy, was that the wrong move.

Your voice echoed throughout the hall, a soft I love you came from the cat. His stern features softened, cheeks flushed, the tips of his ears a tinge of crimson, and a soft smile appeared on his lips from the pronouncement. His students and the professors agape at the sight of their strict professor undone.

On the edge of the table, he gently banged his head and quietly wished for the ground to swallow him up whole. His eyes locked on the cat plush that resembled you, an internal debate of whether to burn or not to burn the blasted toy came across his mind until he was reminded that it carries your voice.

You.

The woman he loves, who chose and chooses him every day. The one person he couldn't bear to lose. He couldn’t. He would never. It was a very thoughtful gift from you and truly, he did miss you.

His composure returned. His face was its’ normal color by the time he raised his head from the edge of the table to see the intrigued gazes of students and teachers alike.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he packed up the plush, “This needs to be in safekeeping,”

On your side of the bed, by his side until you return.

[picthos]

The order and circumstances in which Snape mingled with Slytherin's reserve DEs.

James Potter bullied Snape because he thought Snape liked Lily, and there is a post on the Wizarding World website that includes the quote, "James Potter – the one who tormented Snape for no good reason." Alan Rickman, who heard about Snape's past from Rowling, said in a French interview:

"And with James Potter, his best mate Sirius Black and their partner in crime Lupin spending their time ridiculing him, he shut himself in even more."

Sirius refers to Snape during his school years in the Goblet of Fire as a "dirty, poor weirdo who likes dark magic," but he does not refer to him as a "racist influenced by DE ideology." He only mentions that the friends Snape associated with at Hogwarts were part of a Slytherin gang that later became Death Eaters. However, while discussing Snape's past, Sirius himself was not sure whether Snape really joined the Death Eaters and only speculated. If the Marauders were truly bullying future DE members out of a sense of justice, why are there no stories about them attacking Mulciber and Avery? It’s absurd that Sirius, himself unsure, would bias and bully Snape as if he were destined to become a Death Eater.

Moreover, when Snape expressed a desire to join Slytherin, it wasn’t a debate about racial ideology with James Potter. Their arguments began with childish comments, such as, "(James’s line) Gryffindor, where my parents went, is great," and "If you join Slytherin, I'd rather quit," and "(Snape’s line) If you want to use only force," and "(Sirius’s line) You look pretty dumb too."

The real problem is that the Marauders bullied their classmates for no reason. As Snape suffered from this bullying, he, feeling vulnerable, sought belonging and began associating with Mulciber and Avery from the same house, which eventually led him to connect with future Death Eaters. Did you really think Snape wanted to join the DE from the beginning? While talking with Lily, Snape dreamed of a brighter life in the wizarding world away from his miserable home, a desire described confidently from Harry's perspective. If you consider both Rowling's and Alan Rickman's interviews regarding the bullying Snape endured, you will understand why he associated with those people.

"Alan: He wasn't very sociable either. Snape never had friends. We gradually discover what Snape went through in the past. It seems he didn't have it easy as a teenager..."

"Alan: And with James Potter, his best mate Sirius Black and their partner in crime Lupin spending their time ridiculing him, he shut himself in even more."

"Alan: Lily Potter really tried to be nice with him, but Snape couldn't support her pity."

"J.K. Rowling: Well, that is Snape’s tragedy. Given his time over again, he would not have become a Death Eater, but like many insecure, vulnerable people (like Wormtail), he craved membership of something big and powerful, something impressive. He wanted Lily and he wanted Mulciber too. He never really understood Lily’s aversion; he was so blinded by his attraction to the dark side that he thought she would find him impressive if he became a real Death Eater.

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Draco Malfoy - Busted.

Draco Malfoy / Reader.

18+

Description

Draco Malfoy had always had a soft spot for his Chemistry partner, ever since the first year. His lingering and affectionate looks always went unnoticed by you, especially as he had been preparing to ask you to the Yule ball. To Draco's dismay, a certain hufflepuff beat you to it. Cedric Diggory.

Ever since you had accepted Cederic, the soft spot Draco once had for you hardened, and all that is left is yearning, anger and lust.

When things take a turn in detention and secrets are revealed, can the two really resist eachother?

Warnings - Angry confessions, degradation, praise, Dom! Draco, detailed sex scenes, strong language, refers to character death, oral sex, M! Whimpering/Whining, moaning.

Side notes - This oneshot is set in the 5th year.

This was written especially for my girlfriend, so do not expect anymore.

Word Count: 6318

You occupied your usual table in the corner of the library, your nose buried in a potions book as you got in some extra study. Due to the time, 6:36 AM, the library was vacant, meaning it was the perfect time for some extra reading.

Your blue and white tie (symbolising the house you belonged to, Ravenclaw), was neatly wrapped around the collar of your white, buttoned shirt. Your robes were neatly disgarded over the back of your chair due to the hot climate of summer.

It seemed the heat this year had been unbearable, presumably due to the fact you never ventured outside. The courtyard was always overpopulated and overwhelming, more than often resulting in a headache which forced you to retire early to the Ravenclaw common room and miss supper in The Great Hall.

You sighed, allowing your slender fingers to subconsciously twirl a strand of your brown hair as you read about Amortentia. You did not understand why someone would trick another individual into falling in love with them, the thought actually repulsed you, but you studied the recipe regardless.

Making your brown eyes snap up from the pages of your book was the sound of your best friend's happy and lighthearted voice.

"Y/N!" Luna cheered as she skipped towards you, strange glasses propped on her nose which were tinted orange.

Despite Luna being considered strange amongst your fellow pupils, the witch had managed to weave her way into your heart and a smile bloomed on your face as you watched her near.

"Good morning, Luna. I see you slept well?"

Luna shrugged a shoulder, starting to pack away your things into your bag.

"It's pancake day! We have to get to the food hall before the Slytherins get there and steal them like they did last Tuesday." She grumbled, clearly still annoyed at the fact she had been robbed of her pancakes.

You attempted to ignore the way your heart dropped at the mention of Slytherins, your mind going to a certain student with platinum blonde hair and a nasty attitude.

You shook your head, ridding him from your thoughs, and closed your book.

"Fine, fine. Have you prepared for the lecture today? Professor Snape mentioned there would be a quiz today, didn't he?" You questioned, glancing to your friend as you slipped your robes over your shirt, which was neatly tucked into your skirt which fell to your mid thighs.

Luna scowled at you.

"My mind is soley focused on pancakes, that lecture is a future me problem! Besides, you and Malfoy seem to distract Professor Snape with your competitive debates and answering each lesson, it practically gives everyone else a free period!"

You gave her a flat look, and she shrugged playfully.

"I'm not lying."

You sighed in defeat, knowing your best friend was correct, even if you did not wish her to be.

"Will pancakes shut you up?"

Luna nodded sweetly, skipping from the library.

Your frown deepened at the thought of your chemistry parter, but followed after Luna nonetheless.

Draco Malfoy hadn't always been so dissmissive and fustratingly annoying towards you, there was a time you had been.. friends. It wasn't that you weren't friends now.. you were just simply.. distant.

In the beginning, Malfoy had actually been quite nice to you. He would slip you notes in class, coy smiles and a playful jab of his elbow when you teased him. But everything had changed last year, he grew.. distant and colder. Instead of chuckling at your jokes, he frowned and looked at you weirdly. He would brush your notes to the side, disposing them in the trash bins before even reading them.

You were lying if you said it hadn't hurt.

Eventually, you stopped trying. You sat silently next to him in potions class, and focused on Professor Snape's lectures. However, for the past 3 months, it seemed you two were always at each others throats, battling for the correct answers in class, trying to prove something to the other.

You scolded yourself for thinking about him, and followed after Luna. Immediately entering the Great Hall, you were hit with the strong smell of food - pancakes more specifically.

Luna let out a cheeful "yippie!", seemingly unaware of the attention she had brought to herself as she picked her seat and began to stack pancakes onto her plate. As you sat opposite her, your eyes noticed a group of people staring at you both from across the hall with judgy eyes.

You glanced over the individuals, a boy you came to know as Blaise . His eyes were narrowed at you in a judgemental way, quietly whispering to the girl next to him, Pansy, no doubt talking shit about your friend.

You narrowed your own eyes in return, glaring over at them before striking up a conversation with Luna, who was shovelling food into her mouth uncaringly.

****

Ever since your.. distance with Malfoy, you dreaded what used to be your favorite class. You found, as you grew older, it was harder and harder to focus on your Professor as your eyes always wandered to the side of Draco's face.

This time was no different.

Subtly, you let your eyes wander over his pale face and irritatingly high cheekbones. His nose was perfectly curved, his lips plump but not distractingly so. His jaw was strong and sharp, and you almost wanted to break it.

He was annoyingly attractive.

You forced your eyes to Snape, trying to ignore the way Malfoy's masculine cologne flooded your senses, making you a little lightheaded despite it not being overpoweringly strong.

He had removed his robe upon entering, grumbling under his breath about the heat, and had unfastened the top button of his shirt, his tie messy and loose around his neck.

You wished to fix it more than anything.

"Keep staring, will ya? It'll give me a head start on this quiz," Draco muttered, not taking his eyes from the Professor.

You stayed silent for a moment or so, was he.. talking to you? Your cheeks burned pink and forced your eyes from him. He had caught you staring at him, and he seemed entertained by the fact.

"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy, I was simply scoping out the competition."

He scoffed, shaking his head at you.

"Hm? And what have you concluded?"

She let a sly smirk cover her lips.

"That no way you will be beating me."

That made Draco look at you, but you used all of your strength on not looking back. You felt his eyes move over your side-profile agonizingly slowly, making you almost self conscious. He hadn't looked at you for this long since... well.. last year.

"Stop staring, Malfoy, you need all the help you can get."

You noticed in the corner of your eye that he poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, glancing away from you as he tried to stop a grin from taking over his mouth. He shook his head gently.

You smiled yourself at the playful teasing between you.. it was nice.

You had missed this side of him.

But soon, you were quickly reminded that Draco Malfoy was an asshole as you battled eachother for the answers to Snape's quiz.

However, when Snape tallied up the points.. it was a tie. Before either of you could demand a decider question, the bell went.

You.. you couldn't believe it. You'd have to wait until tomorrow's lesson to find out who had won, and by the sour look on Draco's face, he felt equally as disgusted and infuriated.

As Pansy passed, she giggled with a stupid high-pitched tone which made you want to slap her across the face.

"Unlucky, Malfoy."

She touched his shoulder mockingly, but he quickly shrugged off her touch, muttering angrily as he strode past her.

You attempted to swallow your pride and hurt, ignoring the way he hadn't even said goodbye to you and stood up yourself.

You noticed Draco had left his robe, and part of you wished to snip it up into teeny tiny pieces and scatter it around the room. But you knew without it, and Umbridge's new, strict rules, he would be in huge trouble if he was spotted without it.

Sighing in defeat, you picked up his robe, folding it over your arm, and went to follow him.

****

You did an awkward fast walk as you tried to follow him through the halls, but his long legs meant he walked infuriatingly fast compared to you. You didn't wish to run after him, nor call out his name. It was a rule that female and male students could not be within 6 meters of eachother, meaning you couldn't make it too obvious.

You had alwayd been a firm follower of the rules, and that was what made you hault outside of the boys bathroom, which Draco had just entered. You debated entering, or waiting outside for him.

You knew it was more risky to be caught by Umbridge outside of the bathroom, but what if someone was inside of there with him?!

You cursed yourself mentally, and went inside.

It was silent inside the bathroom, apart from the running of the tap. You peeked your head in, seeing Draco's hands resting on the side of the basin, his head dipped. His shirt was untucked and tight on his lean body. Lean but not scrawny. Veins ran up his bony hands, a few silver rings decorating his fingers, no doubt his house crest.

His hair was messy and disheveled, and you gulped.

"M-Malfoy?"

His head snapped up, staring at you through the mirror. His gray eyes went soft upon seeing you, scanning over you quickly, but hardened once more when he reached your face.

"Can you not read? This is the boy's bathroom."

You scowled at him.

"I was merely trying to return your robes, you forgot them in potions."

You threw it at him rudely, making him react and catch it with his right hand.

You were about to turn, but hesitated at the sight of him. He looked.. awful.

"Are you.. alright?" You whispered, your voice going quiet on its own accord.

Draco narrowed his eyes, looking at you hatefully.

"I'm not in the mood for your snarky and smart comments, so leave," He ordered with a roll of his eyes, rubbing a slight coat of water of his face.

You rolled your own eyes, muttering under your breath as you began to walk out.

"Cranky git.."

You gasped when you felt a firm hand, Draco's hand, wrap around your small wrist and pulled you back. He had moved so quickly, you hadn't even seen him nor heard him. He pulled you harshly, nearly making you collide with him if he hadn't steadied you.

"Say it again, I dare you," He gritted down at you angrily, and you felt small compared to him. You tried to look away from his penetrating eyes, but realised his other hand was on your chin, forcing your face up to look at him.

"Let go.." You ordered, but it sounded all wrong. It was breathless, and you couldn't stop the heat in your cheeks at his touch and the look on his face. He looked.. feral. Out of control.

"Let go, Malfoy," You tried again, sterner this time.

You held your breath as his eyes skipped to your mouth, and he licked his own lips before releasing a sigh from his nose.

He let you go, and you took a few steps backward.

You glared at him before turning on your heel and quickly left the bathroom. You gasped for air, it felt your airways were clogged with his cologne, your skin burning from where he had touched you.

You glanced behind you when you heard your name being called out, eyes widening when you saw Draco storming after you, his robes clenched in one hand.

You quickened your pace, having no idea where you were going.

Your legs burned with effort as you tried to avoid Malfoy, but he easily caught up with you. He grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around.

"We can't be this close-"

"I don't fucking care," He snapped, and you peered up at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth.

"Just.. I- I'm sor-"

"Mr Malfoy! Miss Y/L/N! That does not look like 6 meters to me, does it to you?" You heard Dolores Umbridge's annoying high pitched voice call out, and you sighed in annoyance.

This was all Draco's fault.

"For Christ Sake.." Draco grumbled and moved a singular step away from you.

"5 more, Mr Malfoy."

Dolores Umbridge rested her hands on her hips, staring up from under her pink hat at Draco.

He shot her a nasty look, opening his mouth to argue with her.

"We were just talking-"

"You are more than welcome to talk in detention, Mr Malfoy, not during lesson changeover!"

She glanced over him.

"Be sure to tuck that shirt in, fix your tie and be wearing your robes before attending detention. You as well, Miss Y/L/N."

You opened your mouth to protest.

"But I wasn't-"

"Another word and it will be 2 hours, rather than 1."

You and Draco stared at her silently. After a few moments, she hummed in satisfaction and floated away. Your eyes snapped to Draco angrily.

"I hope you're happy."

You stormed away before he could respond and did not look back.

****

You informed Luna of your very first detention, and she rubbed her face.

"I warned you Draco would only get you into trouble back in first year! You just didn't listen because you were head over heels for him."

Your mouth fell open.

"It's not my fault he chased me! Besides, I don't like him."

She raised an eyebrow from behind her book.

"Since when?"

"Since he started being horrible last year! He made it obvious he didn't like me, especially when he didn't invite me to the Yule Ball.." You muttered quietly.

"Sounds like you still like him to me. Why else would you still be bothered by it?"

You shot her an incredulous look, but didn't deny it.

Draco was nothing but trouble, you knew this and you didn't like him. Not anymore anyway... Right?

You gulped and stood.

"I gotta go, I'll be late for detention," You slung your bag over your shoulder with a defeated sigh.

"See you later?"

Luna nods at you lightheartedly, and you leave the library and head to Professor Snape's classroom, where you were being forced to complete your detention.

You sat in the back of the classroom, placing your bag on the stool next to you and sighed as Snape supplied you with paper, a quill and an inkpot.

Draco soon entered the classroom, sighing as he slumped into the nearest seat, across the room from you.

"How nice of you to join us, Malfoy."

Snape muttered, giving Draco the same instruments as yourself.

"Your father will not be as pleased."

His voice sounded threatening as they stared at eachother, and you narrowed your eyes at the interaction. You felt like there was a hidden meaning.

"You two will write lines for the whole hour. I will check back in on you both later. No funny business."

Snape went to leave.

"What do you want us to write, Professor?" You questioned and his head snapped around to you. You swallowed slightly.

"Perhaps.. that you will follow the rules."

And he was gone.

Draco and yourself sat silently for about 20 minutes, and you focused on writing your lines. You sighed after a while, resting your head on your fist.

"I take it you do not enjoy spending time with me?"

You glared over at Draco, before returning to your lines.

"Don't talk to me."

You heard Draco scoff, and rage boiled through you.

"You're so good, Y/N. It must be exhausting."

You looked to him, frowning. You waited for him to elaborate.

"I bet this is your first detention."

You stared into his eyes from across the room.

"I don't pride myself on causing trouble and breaking rules. It's normally quite easy to do."

"Normally?" Draco raised his eyebrow at you, his quill disgarded on his desk.

"Yes, normally. I don't normally have you running after me and getting me into trouble. Don't be shy, what did you need to so desperately talk to me about?" You crossed your arms, dropping your own quill.

Draco rolled his eyes, and you felt your anger burn brighter inside of your chest.

"Can you stop doing that? It's annoying."

"Doing, what, exactly?"

"Brushing me off!" You snapped before you could stop yourself, and you both fell quiet. He stared over at you in disbelief.

"You better be joking," He muttered, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

He stood up at your confused look, and walked towards you. You gulped, but didn't move from your chair.

"You shouldn't be so close-"

"You brushed me off."

His sentence not only cut off your voice, but also caught you by suprise. You blinked at him, a disbelieving laugh escaping from between your lips.

"And when was that?"

His jaw tightened and he narrowed his eyes. He remained silent for a few moments, towering over you.

Just when you figured he was ignroing your question, he spoke.

"The Yule Ball."

You could barely believe your ears, what was he even talking about?! You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest angrily as you glared up at him.

"You didn't even talk to me at The Yule Ball!"

He groaned in fustration, shaking his head.

"I'm talking about before The Yule Ball! When you agreed to go with Cedric fucking Diggory!"

Your mouth fell open in pure shock, and his own face paled at his angry confession.

"All this time.. you've been mad at me for going with.. Cedric?" You spoke slowly, trying to understand him.

Was he being serious?!

"Why would you even be angry at that-"

"Because!" He snapped at you, shutting you up.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his anger faded.

"Because I.. You agreed before.. before I.."

He struggled to speak the words, and you were so so confused. You waited for him to talk.

"You agreed before I could even ask you. You- I felt like an idiot because I thought..I thought we were.."

He stopped speaking, and looked away. Draco couldn't look at you, he was too embarrassed, too hurt.

He felt like an idiot.

"You were.. going to ask me?" You repeated in disbelief, and your heart sunk. You had pined after Draco since you had first met him, but figured after he didn't ask you.. you were merely his potion partner. 

He sighed, shaking his head as he looked away from you.

"And you tell me this now? It's nearly been 6 months since the Yule Ball, since Cedric-" You trailed off, unable to quite speak the words.

Cedric was dead now.

"You've ignored me this whole time.. because you were jealous?" You snapped, cocking your head.

Draco opened his mouth to protest that he wasn't jealous, but he didn't want to lie. Not to you.

"I.. I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. I was.. jealous and embarrassed and I hated him. I hated him for taking you away from me, I hated him for asking you before I could!" He argued, stepping closer to you.

You held your breath as he neared impossibly close, his body millimeters from yours. He dipped his head to look down at you, his eyes staring straight into yours and filled with passion and truth.

"I don't understand..why?" You breathed, staring up at him with wide eyes.

He scoffed at you, shaking his head. His hands went to your hips, and he pushed you backwards until your ass pushed against the desk. You gasped slightly at his touch, and your hands automatically went to his forearms to steady yourself. You could barely breathe as he spoke, watching his face.

"Isn't it fucking obvious? I- I like you. I like you a lot, Y/N. When we got put together in potions, I thought you'd just be another smartass bitch. But.. you were so much more. God, I was so wrong about you, darling," He breathed with a soft smile, his eyes watching your mouth as he uttered the words to you. You flushed at his nickname, inhaling sharply at his confession.

"Draco.. I-" You whispered and he groaned, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Say that again."

You hesitated.

"Say what, your name?"

He smiles again, nodding.

"..Draco.." You whisper, your body trembling and hot.

Draco lowers his mouth to yours, and kisses you gently, almost testing out your reaction. You freeze when his soft lips meet yours, your fingers tightening in his shirt before you pulled him closer, kissing him back.

Draco's ringed hands went to the skin of your plump thighs, and he lifted you onto the desk in a slick motion. He kissed you harder as you wrapped your legs around him, holding him there. Your fingers ran up his arms and shoulders, wrapping around his neck as you pulled at his hair softly.

Draco groaned into your mouth at the action, one hand squeezing your thigh and the other going to your hip, stroking your skin with his thumb. His tongue swiped against your lips, looking for access as he squeezed your hip again. You whimpered gently, parting your mouth to allow him inside.

The kiss was passionate and positively sinful. It was full of lust and desire, unlike the innocent peck you had shared with Cedric when the two of you had snuck off for some air during lasy year's ball.

No, this was different. This was dangerous.

Draco's tongue dominated yours, licking and exploring your mouth with his. You melted into him, allowing him to take exactly what he wanted from you.

"You taste exactly how I imagined you would, darling."

You smiled against his lips, kissing him feverishly. His long fingers began to tug on your shirt, untucking it from your skirt and ran up your ribs.

"We can't do that in here, what if Snape comes back?" You protested, and he smirked.

"Then we'll have to be quick."

Your mouth dropped open.

"What if.. someone hears us?!"

Draco chuckles at you darkly, kissing your mouth as he reached for his wand, waving it as he muttered "Muffliato."

You go to protest some more, but a mere gasp escapes your lips as his lips drop to your neck, kissing over your jaw sloppily and eventually sucking your lobe into his mouth.

Your vision went white with pleasure, your breath coming in hard and fast.

"Draco!" His name was a prayer on your lips, nothing more than a breathless plea.

He smiled against your neck, humming.

"You're so needy for me, aren't you? So good and vocal," He muttered against your skin, and you whined needily.

"Stop teasing me."

That was enough consent for his fingers to glide over your stomach and up the valley of your breasts, beginning to undo your tie and the buttons of your shirt.

He threw it to the side, his lips attatching to your collarbone as he continued to swiftly undo the buttons of your shirt. His large hands ran over your sides, thumbs stroking your ribs before he removed your shirt completely, leaving you in your bra and skirt.

You felt goosebumps travel over your skin as his eyes looked you over, from your plump thighs which were hooked around his hips, the plane of your stomach, your breasts that were contained in a black bra.

"You're so fucking perfect, aren't you? My perfect girl.."

You moaned softly at his words, arching your body into his as you pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

Your hands began to roam over his shoulders, shoving his robes away and exposing his white, buttoned shirt underneath. You smiled at the fact his tie was loose once more, his top button already unbuttoned. You pressed light kisses over his jaw and neck, swiping your tongue over his Adam's apple when you reached it, and let your fingers begin to nimbly undress Draco.

He smired at your eagerness, allowing you to tug at his clothes, slipping them from him.

"That skirt is dangerously short, you know that? Sometimes I bet you wanted to tease me, hm?" He cocked his head, and you nodded sheepishly.

"Maybe a little.." You admitted quietly, and his smile grew as he shook his head.

"Dirty fucking girl, aren't you?"

You kissed him again, full of lust and want for him as you tugged on his hair again. Draco's hands went to your thighs, squeezing roughly as he began to lift your skirt higher, taking it slow with you to ensure you could still change your mind.

However, you didn't.

You watched eagerly as he inched your skirt higher and higher, soon exposing your underwear which had dampened with arousal at his previous kissings and touches. You mewled as he tutted, your eyes feeling heavy as you stared up at him.

"Look at you, making such a mess for me already. I'll have to clean you up, won't I?"

You nodded with a breathless "yes" passing from your lips, moaning into his ear when his lips dipped to your chest and began to kiss his way over your skin, squeezing the plump of your ass. He let his hands roam higher over the curve of your back, undoing the clasp of your bra before he chucked it to the side carelessly.

His heart beats rapidly at the sight of your exposed chest, your nipples hardened due to the cool air and his assessing look. His hands go to your sides, his thumbs stroking over your sensetive buds once, dragging a moan from you as you shivered.

"Gods, Draco-"

"No one touched you here before, darling?"

You shook your head timidly, and his smile turned cruel and teasing. He tutted, lowering his mouth to one of your nipples as he kissed softly.

"Well then, I'm just gonna have to break you in, won't I?"

Your moans continued to leave your mouth as he kissed your chest, lightly sucking marks onto your skin as he teased your body. Your core fluttered at the feeling, growing uncomfortably wet after a few of his pleasurable licks. Your body arched into his mouth, panting out his name in desperation, your eyes closed tightly.

"Mhm, you feel so good, love," Draco muttered, pulling away from your chest to admire his work. You glanced to your chest, seeing his marks littering your skin, but didn't care.

You wanted more.

You wrapped your hand around his neck, pulling him closer until you could kiss him deeply, sliding your tongue into his mouth and tasted him.

He chuckled at your eagerness, his hands sliding over your body, handling your breasts roughly as his other went to your hip, dragging you closer into him until you felt his hardened cock brush against your sensetive core.

You moaned softy, your head falling back as you let his mouth wander down your body. Catching you by suprise, his hands went to your thighs, and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk. You gasped, one hand around his neck, the other clinging to the desk.

"What are you doing?"

He ignored your question, a sense of authority entering his voice.

"Lie back and spread these gorgeous legs for me, beautiful."

You swallowed but hesitantly followed his orders, a rush of pleasure rushing over you as you obeyed his command.

You slowly parted your thighs when your back was against the desk, breathing heavily.

"Now what?" You whispered out, your voice high pit hed and breathy.

Draco chuckled from above you.

"Lift your hips for me, love. Just like that," Draco praised you when you again followed his command, allowing him to slip your underwear from you, and carelessly throw them to the side. You felt exposed and vulnerable, your body trembled as you knew the only thing between your body and Draco was the flimsy material of your skirt.

Draco lowered himself to his knees before you, and the sight dragged a soft mewl from you. There was something so pleasurable about seeing him bow before you.

His ringed fingers dug into your thighs, sliding them onto his shoulders as he nuzzled your skirt up your hips. He pressed kisses into your thighs, sending you crying out his name and your hips squirming against his tight hold on you.

Before you could even speak, his mouth slanted over your entrance, and slid his tongue through you slowly, swirling around the bundle of nerves between your legs.

You moaned loudly, gasping in shock and pleasure and his action, his name dying on your throat. He groaned against you, his eyes rolling back into your head.

"You taste so good, little one. So fucking sweet," Draco nuzzled your thigh again before going back to your entrance. His tongue slid over you, rolling against your clit as he pressed a kiss there.

Draco worked you with his tongue for a little while, waiting until you were gasping his name before allowing himself to slide a finger into you. Your walls tightened at the unfamiliar intrusion, his mouth sucking at your clit gently.

"Draco!" You cried out, your head thrown back in ectasy and overwhelming pleasure. Your hips grinded against his mouth, willing to take a other one of his long fingers.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you? Ask me nicely, Y/N."

You gasped as he nipped your clit with his teeth, your senses shocking at the very slight pain, and body shuddering.

"D-Draco please. Give me another one.."

Draco chuckled darkly, squeezing your thigh roughly.

"You missed a word, darling. Try again," He prompted with a teasing smile.

You froaned in fustration, but swallowed, trying again.

"Draco.. Please, I want.. I need another one." Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, you couldn't believe you were doing this in the potions classroom, with Draco of all people.

Draco laughed at you, sliding a second finger inside of you and he curled them, hitting a spot deep inside of you which made you see stars.

"Such a needy little cunt. You're so desperate for me, aren't you?"

You nodded pathetically, crying out in pleasure as he sucked again on your clit. His tongue prodded you teasingly, testing your body in all of the right ways and you could barely contain yourself as he you gasped his name, your release rushing from you.

Draco moaned from down your body, his ringed fingers tightening on your thighs as you held your squirming body still, coated with your slickness, determined not to waste a single drop of your cum. He eagerly dragged his tongue over your slit as he swallowed every drop of your arousal that fell into his mouth, drinking like he had been stranded in the desert for a week.

You moaned loudly as you came, your half-hooded eyes watching him as he buried his tongue inside of you, dragging out your pleasure almost painfully. His messy hair tickled the tender skin between your thighs and your lower stomach.

When you panted for air, your orgasm fading and leaving your body trembling weakly, Draco pulled his mouth from you, kissing your sensetive clit once. You groaned at the sight of him, his lips plump and wet with your cum, some smearing over his chin.

"That is the closest to God I think I've ever been," He chuckled breathlessly, leaning over your body and kissed you. You whimpered as you tasted youself on his tongue, and kissed him back hungrily, desperate for more of him.

You tugged him closer, scraping your nails over his back and wrapped your shaking legs around his hips. As you brought him closer, his dick brushed against your sensetive clit and you both moaned.

"You're a minx," Draco scolded you, biting your bottom lip teasingly. You giggled softly, kissing him again.

"You like it," You teased, smiling up at him. The soft light of the classroom lit up his features, he looked godlike staring down at you with a wide smile.

"Mm, a little," He hummed, kissing along your jaw, letting your body return to your senses before he continued with your pleasure.

"You alright?" He checked in, and your heart fluttered. You took his chin in your fingers, and pulled his mouth to yours in a heated kiss.

"I've never felt better," You whispered against his mouth, reaching down to slowly pump his cock in your fist. His breath hitched, and his forehead fell into the crook of your shoulder as he let out a breathless groan.

"Fucking hell, love.."

You continued to stroke him from the base, swiping your thumb over his glistening tip and collecting his already leaking precum.

You stroked him faster, kissing his neck as you stroked his hair, letting him bury his face in your neck as he whimpers.

Draco Malfoy fucking whimpers.

The sounds Draco made sent you into a spiral of your own pleasure and determination. His hips began to slowly thrust into your hand as he panted harder, whimpering and moaning breathlessly as you touched him. His arm rested above your head, straining as he moved, his other still rested on your hip and squeezed gently.

"Merlin's Beard, that's- Oh my.." He continued to thrust himself into your hand, rolling his hips as he whined.

"Mmh, feel good?" You kissed his neck again, and he nodded, hips stuttering.

"I wanna- wanna be inside of you, darling.." He moans gently into your ear, biting down on your shoulder.

"Then what are you waiting for you?" You teased, and lined him up to your entrance. You swept his tip through the slickness that had been building up at his sounds and actions, and you both whined needily.

"You sure?" He gasped, he licked his lips, his cheeks flushed. His hair was ruffled from when you had been pulling at his blonde strands when he had buried his face between your thighs, his eyes gray and staring straight into yours.

You nodded, and with your permission, Draco began to gently fuck himself into you.

You cried out his name desperately, a searing pain shooting through you at the initial stretch, and you closed your eyes. Draco groaned from above you, his lips dropping to your chest as he placed sloppy kisses over your skin.

"So perfect..." He groaned, thusting his hips into your body softly, the arm above your head straining with effort as he fought against slamming straight into you.

Your pain slowly melted into pleasure as his movements grew quicker, your body not resisting him anymore and stretched to accommodate his impressive size. With each thrust, he hit your hilt, sending your body jolting and stars to your vision.

"Draco.. Merlin's Beard, harder," You begged him, moaning into his ear.

He grinned against your neck before his movements grew harder, rocking your body with each thrust of his hips, the desk creaking under you. The sounds of skin on skin and heavy breathing filled the room, and he captured your lips in his, kissing you deeply.

He pounded into your body, groaning against your mouth as you melted into him, feeling your walls flutter and clench around him.

"You take me so well, made for me, weren't you?" He teased, slamming into you. He reached down, removing his hand from your hip to rub circles onto your clit with his long fingers.

You moaned out loudly, tears escaping your eyes at the over-stimulation. You sobbed his name in desperation, not entirely sure on what you wanted him to do. You could barely breathe, your body alight, all caused by Draco fucking Malfoy.

"Such a good fucking girl, feel you're close, darling," He continued, and you nodded with a pathetic whine. You felt Draco's cock twitch inside of you at your sounds, his own groan escaping his lips as he suddenly increased his speed.

He swallowed your moans with a kiss as you came on his cock, pulling at his hair as you wrapped your legs around him tightly. He whimpered, his head falling to your shoulder as he fucked his cum into your trembling body.

"Y/N.." He whined, muffled by your skin as his hips stuttered, still rubbing circles on your clit pleasurably.

It was an overwhelming amount of pleasure, and you could barely breathe. You felt like crying, your body shaking, clinging onto Draco like a lifeline. His little whines only fueld the butterflies in your stomach, both of you gasping and whimpering as he pulled out of you, both of you sensetive.

He breathed against your mouth, catching his breath as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Don't even think about mentioning that again."

You giggled, knowing he was referring to his whimpers, and smiled widely at him.

"Our little secret, hm?"

He chuckled darkly, kissing your mouth for a few moments before he began to re-dress your weak body, pressing kisses over your skin and stroking gently as he went.

He had barely returned to his seat when Snape entered, no doubt to release you both from detention, but hesitated.

"Miss Y/L/N?" Professor Snape muttered to you, leaning over you with his hands on your desk, a frown settling onto his face.

You nodded quickly, trying to feign innocence.

"When did you move into Slytherin?"

You glanced down at your tie, seeing you wore Draco's green tie. You looked to him, both of you noticing he wore yours at the same time.

You winced, glancing back to Snape with a sheepish smile and pink cheeks.

Busted.

[theres-an-endless-starry-sky]

imma say it

There is not enough Lily bashing.

LOOK okay; ive read james bashing, ive read sirius bashing, ive read remus bashing, ive read marlene bashing, ive read peter and mary and frank bashing. Ive read alice bashing, ive read dorcas and even bashing, ive read barty and snape and regulus bashing. Its harder to find a character bashing i haven't read at least once.

Lily however? it doesn't happen. Because, imo, everyone seems on edge about bashing her as they'll be called a misogynist. "Even" in non-jegulus stories, it doesn't happen.

I love lily, and i think shes a great character, but sometimes the avoidance to write her as yeah kind of the asshole makes the writing worse. Its less realistic.

Guess what, sometimes people aren't calm and understanding even when they should be and definitely when they shouldn't.

A weird amount of fics go out of the way to avoid any conflict with lily by just not writing her or writing her as bland or without any spark which is what attracts a lot of people to the character.

The amount of fics ive read where lily has been like "i understand" no matter what happens is kind of bs. she looses her fire.

Let lily get mad

let her loose her shit over little things

let her yell a bit more, even if she isn't in the right

please, for the love of the marauders, write Lily Evans as Lily Evans

(i'm fine to debate this but honestly i see nothing wrong with this opinion)

[lulublack90]

Prompt 15 - Before

@wolfstarmicrofic January 15, word count 974

It was the day of the full moon. Remus, had slept for most of the morning but was determined to get to his afternoon lessons. He ached all over. Some of his rib bones kept flexing painfully as though getting ready for later that night. Sirius had come and collected him for lunch. After they had double potions. Remus didn’t particularly like potions, but Lily had agreed to do most of the work, letting Remus sit at the desk and read out the instructions to her or chop the next ingredients. 

The room felt insanely hot for some reason this lesson. It wasn’t long before Remus had a splitting headache. Everything was too loud. He couldn’t seem to filter anything out. Every little sound found its way to his ears. He could hear Peter nibbling on the end of his quill. Mulciber scratching his arse, and Snivillius sniffed repeatedly as he refused to use a tissue. 

He was clammy and feeling very nauseous. He wanted to leave so badly, but he had to be careful not to draw attention to how often he was ‘ill’. 

He felt a gust of cool air begin blowing over him. He closed his eyes and sighed. He opened them again and looked around the room trying to find the source. Sirius winked at him, his wand in his hand. Remus was suddenly overcome with emotion and had to look up at the stone ceiling to keep the tears from flooding down his cheeks. 

“You doing ok, Remus?” Lily whispered. She knew about his furry little problem and would constantly check on him on the run-up to the full moon. He nodded slowly at her, not wanting to move too quickly in case he was sick.

Eventually, the lesson was over. Lily had successfully brewed their Befuddlement draught with almost no help from Remus and now there was only dinner to go before he went to the hospital wing.

“You go ahead. I’ll catch up in a minute.” He told Sirius as he packed his things away. 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind waiting for you.” Sirius said full of concern. 

“No, it’s fine. You guys go eat. I’m probably not going to have much anyway. Plus, my head hurts. I’m going to need a minute before I can deal with the Great Hall.” Remus winced as someone scraped a stool across the floor. Sirius reached out and squeezed his hands. 

“Okay, I’ll make a plate up for you for when you’re ready.” Sirius grabbed his things and followed the others out of the classroom. 

Remus followed soon after, relishing in the coolness of the corridors. He was just debating whether it would be better if he went straight to the hospital wing instead of dealing with the Great Hall when he found himself being cornered by Snape and his cronies. He must have wandered down the wrong corridor on his way back up to the main part of the castle. He really wasn’t in the mood for this. 

“Aww been abandoned Lupin? Have your little pals finally had enough of you?” Snape sneered at him. Remus let his wand slip down into his hand from his holster. Mulciber and Avery were still chortling at Snape’s not-so-funny retorts.

“Piss off Snape. Haven’t you got anything better to do, like washing your hair maybe?!” Remus growled, narrowing his eyes as hatred flooded his veins. This close to the full moon the anger came easily. Sparks shot out of his fingers, he just wanted to be left alone. 

They swarmed him, pressing him further into a corner. He was trapped. More sparks shot from his fingers. Mulciber shoved him into the wall sending spikes of pain through his body. He started shaking. He wasn’t in control of his magic anymore, one more hit and he’d explode. His eyes darted around looking for a way out.

“Gods, you are a lunatic aren’t you Lupin?” Snape snarled at him. “What are you going to do lunatic? There’s three of us, don’t think you’re going to make it out.” Remus tried to push past Mulciber but he slammed him back. Remus cried out in pain. He barely stopped his magic from blasting out into the Slytherins. 

“Well, well, Snivillus. And what exactly do you think you’re doing to our Moony?” Sirius appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the wall and buffing his nails on his robes. “Petrificus totalus.” He said lazily, pointing his wand at Muliciber. Not even waiting for him to hit the floor before he repeated the spell on Avery. He turned his attention to Remus. 

“You alright, Moony?” He asked, completely ignoring Snape. Remus shook his head. He could feel his magic wrapping around himself. He needed to get to the shack, away from the other students.       

“Sirius, I need you to get me out of here before I hex someone.” Hex was putting it lightly, but Sirius knew the signs of Remus’s magic explosions. 

“Okay, come on, let’s get going.” He held out a hand that he knew Remus wouldn’t take, but it was a gesture to get him moving.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Snape screamed after them. Sirius didn’t even turn around. He shot the spell over his shoulder as he kept an eye on Remus limping next to him. Snape fell to the ground in a full body-lock curse. 

“Sirius, I need to get rid of this magic before I explode.” Remus held up a hand, showing the blue threads wrapping themselves around his fingers and disappearing up his sleeves. Sirius nodded, still not touching him. 

“We’ll get you to the shack, and then I’ll help you get rid of it.” Remus nodded. His whole body shaking. Just a little longer, he kept telling himself. Just hold on a little longer before you let it go.  

[neverenoughmarauders]

HP canon debater & canon fanfics writer

I am going to be off tumblr until October 1st! Absolutely feel free to send asks or whatever just don’t expect a reply any time soon <3

I am in my 30s, genderfluid - she/they - Scandinavian, but live in the UK, relatively new to Tumblr and a long COVIDer/POTSer!

On this blog, I am a canon-compliant Marauder fanfic writer - who likes to discuss the canon - and I am currently working on a long fic from 1971-1981 called: When we were up to no good.

More about my ambition below, but long story short - I just want a LONG fic that's not Wolfstar, that's a faithful interpretation of the canon, and which tbh isn't overly about sex or the usual fanon stuff. It's just four great friends; an 'enemies-to-lovers' love story; a war and a betrayal.

I mostly ship canon (especially Hinny, Romione, Jily) because I am boring, but I adore Prongsfoot and Sebinis, and I’m not anti most non-canon ships if they are true to their canon characterisation.

I will argue and discuss the canon with anyone who's interested. If you don't care about the canon, fine, but you and I probably won't enjoy each other's posts very much.

I don’t support JKR’s views (Read: I AM EXTREMELY ANTI HER VIEWS). I regularly question whether I should just abandon the fandom because of her (I have stayed away in the past), but then again, I discovered a lot about my own gender fluidity through the fandom, so it’s all very complicated.

I started writing When we were up to no good because I wanted to write a story where:

Sirius and James are best friends, inseparable and extremely talented

Remus and James have a solid friendship; not just Remus and Sirius

While Sirius and Peter take a bit of time to become close, Sirius ends up closer to Peter than Remus (at the latest) by the later stages of the war.

Peter is very much part of the Marauders, and there’s nothing obvious (to Sirius and James) to suggest he does a 180. Nevertheless, as readers who know what happens, we can see the small stuff that lays the foundation for the betrayal

James and Sirius are bullies! This isn’t a story trying to ignore their bad sides

Remus’ personality is affected by his lycanthropy - he has three great friends and that’s it: James, Sirius and Peter. He does not stand up to his friends (much) as he cannot afford to lose them

Lily struggles to adjust to the wizarding world given her blood status and she struggles with her friendship with Snape. She loves him so much but she’s not blind to his friends and the path he’s being led down

James and Lily have arcs that both make us understand why she disliked James so much, but also understand how the two are rather similar in their own way. The relationship, when it happens, should feel solid and lasting.

James does not go around declaring his love for Lily at every opportunity. It doesn’t fit with the canon

Not every OOTP member are in the same year as the Marauders. In my story, Marlene is 10 years older (and Molly’s best friend), Frank and Gideon are 6 years older; Alice and Fabian are 5 years older; and Dorcas is long gone from school etc.

Frank and Alice starts dating after Hogwarts (not everyone has to start dating at school)

There's lots of (hopefully canon-compliant) plot and character development. And it’s a long story! I want to make justice to their story and not rush it (but I don't want it to feel dragged out)

There is as much fun and fluff and comfort and hurt as I can get away with while feeling I can call it canon-compliant

There are plenty of Easter eggs and things we know happened in the canon, such as: Bertha Jorkins as a source of Hogwarts gossip; the Whomping Willow becoming off-limit, the newly built abandoned Hogsmeade house slowly becoming known as the Shrieking Shack, Mundungus Fletcher finding himself banned from the Hogs Head ca 1975; the 1974 World Cup and more.

That’s the ambition. I’m not by any means an experienced writer and I’m learning as I go. If this is something that interests you, then cool! Absolutely engage as much or little as you’d like with the story! I love geeking out over canon and writing!

I post extracts on here quite often! You might call it self-promotion - I call it oversharing - something I do in all aspects of my life! 😂

[saintsenara]

my kingdom for your thoughts on george weasley/hermione

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i know that there's a rumour that jkr once said that she intended to have fred and hermione get together - which i can find no actual evidence of, and i highly suspect fredmione nation might just have made up - but i personally think that, when it comes to pairing her with one of the twins, george is probably the better bet...

george is certainly the twin that i think it would be easier to be in a long-term relationship [romantic or platonic] with, because he's the one who seems to better at relating to other people.

fred is demonstrably the crueller of the two, in ways which often suggest that he doesn't possess a particularly great capacity for empathy - it's very striking that three of the more disturbing things we learn happened to ron as a child [his teddy bear being turned into a spider; his puffskein being killed when it was used for "bludger practice" - that is, when his pet was beaten to death with a bat; and him being tricked into almost making an unbreakable vow] are attributed to fred, with george implied to be involved, but not to be the ringleader of the scheme.

we see this elsewhere in canon - fred is the person who arranges their bet with ludo bagman, and then the person who takes the lead in their attempts to threaten him into paying them their winnings; fred is the person who takes the lead when they're negotiating prices for stolen goods with mundungus - and i think we can certainly say that, while both twins are clearly broadly equal in terms of certain personality traits [they're both funny, cheeky, irreverent, loyal, creative, clever-but-only-on-their-terms, and so on], george is less domineering and - potentially - more insecure than his brother.

which is to say... he's quite a lot like ron. in a way that fred - since ron lacks his crueller elements - isn't.

and - therefore - he's got the right personality to gel with hermione as she is in canon.

he's clearly going to be able to handle the fact that hermione expresses her affection by meddling and nagging - since this is exactly what his mother is like - and he's also - like ron [and unlike harry] - canonically at ease with the fact that she likes to work through her thoughts and feelings by debating [we see this in goblet of fire - george gets into a debate about house elf rights with hermione, and doesn't take her popping off about him being wrong as something to be offended by]. nor is either twin ever shown to react negatively to hermione's fondness for following rules and working hard at school - they think of her inflexibility as a benign-and-therefore-easy-to-accept, if faintly amusing, character quirk.

hermione, for her part, also sees the twins' rule-breaking and academic laziness as quirks she can accept.

[this point about acceptance is a key one, i think. i never vibe with the idea that hermione is intellectually compatible with characters like snape, voldemort and sirius, not because i think she has a lower level of intelligence than them - she doesn't - but because she has a different one (one which is based in the constant retention and repetition of empirical information, whereas snape and voldemort's intellectual expression is based in rejecting disciplinary boundaries and sirius' is based in rejecting the idea of repeating and revising knowledge) and because the men in question would, given what we see of them in canon, treat her way of expressing her intelligence with contempt. but ron and harry are intelligent in very different ways than hermione too, and this is something all three members of the trio understand as a good thing which only serves to strengthen their relationship, because ron and harry treat hermione's intellect with respect and she does the same. her relationship with the twins is similar.]

but with this said... i think there's the potential for some extremely thorny clashes between george and hermione, which take a bit of character wrangling to come through compellingly.

the first is fred's influence when he's alive - particularly since hermione's incredible capacity for loyalty [one of her best traits] comes with the negative that she's often far more willing than either harry or ron to put up with being ill-treated by people she likes or respects [i.e. how she just takes snape's cruelty towards her, because he's clearly a teacher she looks up to from an academic perspective]. i think we have to assume that fred would remain george's priority even if he was in a relationship, and to ask what impact this would have on his partner - especially if george made promises ["we'll hang out tonight"] which he then broke in order to do something nefarious with his brother.

[that is, would hermione remain as chill with the twins' rule-breaking as she is if their rule-breaking happened because her boyfriend treated her with disdain?]

the second is fred's influence after his death. another of hermione's really impressive traits is that she's phenomenally resilient [she's a fifteen-year-old girl who doesn't give a fuck that she's being slandered in a national paper, it's legitimately iconic], but this is accompanied by the negative that she has a canonically low tolerance for moping [hence her belief in order of the phoenix that sirius could get over his depression if he just tried hard enough] and a tendency to want to respond to negative emotions by fixing them [which we see in her determination to get harry to talk about sirius at the start of half-blood prince], rather than just letting them run their course.

this isn't a fault, per se - many people approach grief in this way; it's a coping mechanism - but i think it wouldn't align in the slightest with the way george's grief over fred would manifest itself. and i think this could - without either one of them ever being demonstrably in the wrong - cause some real, real mess in a relationship which might turn it into something properly toxic.

[batwingsrosa]

What is the definition of a hero?

Is a hero- per definition- not someone who acted in a courageous manner?

Is a hero not someone who supported the right cause no matter the personal cost?

Is a hero not someone who sacrifices their wellbeing and even their life for a better cause?

Is that not what a hero is?

Whether or not Severus was a good person or not is debatable.

Wether or not he is a hero is not.

He was constantly looking out for Harry and all of his other students to protect them from harm(, the Carrows for example).

He literally lied to Voldemorts face.

Knowing that if Voldemort ever found out about his betrayal he would torture and brutally kill him.

He actively spies on the most dangerous person on eath at the time to help bring about his downfall.

Under great personal risk.

He risked his life every time he saved Harry and lied to his face.

Severus, per definition is what you would call a hero under any other circumstances.

But because it‘s Severus suddenly normal rules don‘t apply.

Listen. I don‘t like James Potter.

I think he was a horrible person. Which is debatable, too.

He was a member of the order of the phoenix who actively worked against Voldemort.

He confronted Voldemort unarmed to save his wife and son.

He sacrificed himself.

That- in my eyes- makes him a hero.

I don‘t have to like him to admit that.

Would it really kill you to admit that what Snape did was heroic too?

Dumbledore: „How many men and women have you watched die?“

Snape:„Lately, only those whom i could not save.“

[shostakobitchh]

chapter 64 sneak peek!

“What’re you doing?” she whispered, shivering. “It’s the middle of the bloody night!”

“Never mind that.” Snape stared down at her feet. “Where are your shoes?”

“Upstairs, where else would they be?”

He gave her a bored sort of look that told her he was gauging how she’d ended up with this many stupid-genes.

“I’ll er — go and get them!” Ariel said, hurrying back through the portrait hole to leave Snape impatiently tapping her foot as Sir Cadogen cried for one of them to draw their swords.

She threw on her snow boots and chunkiest sweater, along with her Cloak and wand. Eyeing the Map, Ariel wondered if she should bring it but decided against it. Snape would set it on fire — he’d done worse to much more precious pieces of parchment.

Before Ariel scampered back out the door, she quickly penned a note to Hermione and left it on her night table, just in case. The last thing Ariel needed was Hermione waking up Professor McGonagall because she was afraid Sirius Black had abducted her, or something.

Snape was tapping his foot impatiently when Ariel crept back out, eyeing her outfit with a disdainful glare. She just started expectantly back, crossing her arms up in a show of dominance.

After a moment, he rolled his eyes and turned away. “Come along now, before I change my mind.”

Ariel fell into step with him as they hurried down the stairs. “Are you kidnapping me?”

“It’s not kidnapping if it’s my child.”

Something about the way he said it — my child — made her heart feel like it had grown two sizes.

“Where are we going then?” Ariel chirped up at him.

“You’ll find out.” Snape gave her a severe look that made the next question stick to the back of her throat. “No more talking. Put on that Cloak and stay close to me.”

They walked all the way to the main entrance before Snape spoke again. Ariel tried to rack her brain for where in Merlin’s name they could be going at this hour, on Christmas Eve, no less, when Snape pushed open the great oak doors, letting in a gust of frigid wind that made Ariel's teeth chatter. Outside, the grounds were blanketed in a fresh layer of snow that glittered under the starlight.

“We’ll be cutting across the grounds and going through a back ways path,” his eyes trailed over the distant mass of forest, assessing it.

"We're going outside?" Ariel popped off the hood to look at him incredulously.

“I thought I said no more talking,” he pulled her hood back up, but kept his arm around her shoulders.

“But — but the Dementors —”

“The Aurors are patrolling tonight,” Snape said flatly. “In light of the holiday, they were not allowed to be on the grounds. They’re on the outskirts of Hogsmeade until tomorrow evening.”

“Good thing Black takes breaks on Christmas,” Ariel muttered under her breath. “Does he have New Years off, too?”

Snape’s grip tightened around her invisible shoulders as he led them out into the night. The snow crunched beneath their feet, leaving a trail of footprints behind them. Ariel pulled the Cloak tighter around herself, the fabric whispering against her skin.

She began to debate with herself on whether or not she should be concerned. Being abducted in the middle of the night usually meant that something had happened, but Snape was acting relatively normal, which told Ariel that danger wasn’t imminent. Then there was the fact that he had taken her outside in the middle of the night, which was even weirder, because that was definitely for an approved Ariel activity. She supposed if she asked Snape for a list of those, it would be quite short — would probably include breathing and eating and drinking. Maybe learning. And Occluding, but only sometimes —

“Are you being purposefully obtuse?” Snape’s voice snapped.

When Ariel looked up, he was several paces ahead of her. She’d unknowingly stopped, and then she wondered how he’d noticed. Maybe it was the fact that her footprints had stopped alongside his, or that her breath curling the frigid air was noticeably not alongside Snape’s anymore. Either way, Ariel muttered an apology and hurried back to his side, letting the hood slide off once again.

Snape’s eyes scanned the trees with unnatural precision. Then he lifted his wand, raising it like a conductor about to cue a symphony, muttering some spell Ariel couldn’t make out over both their heads. A film of dense silence seemed to settle over them, like they’d been put in a room in the middle of the path, static in her vision before it cleared and her line of sight returned to normal.

“Disillusionment,” Snape said before Ariel could ask. “Do not leave my side again, or we’re turning back.”

She took off the hood, earning herself a reproachful glare from Snape, who just shook his head and kept moving. Looking ahead down the dim path, Ariel could see lights in the distance, golden against the snow that glistened down the path. There were fairy lights strung on all of the trees along the tree line, illuminating them in a soft, enchanting glow.

“This isn’t very festive, you know.” Ariel tried as she nudged herself into Snape’s side. “The kidnapping you claim you’re not doing and smuggling me out of the castle.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Snape rolled his eyes.

“You’re going to end up with a lump of coal in your stocking if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

His lips twitched. If Ariel hadn’t known any better, she would’ve thought he was trying not to smirk. “I’ll have to take my chances, then.”

“I’m serious. If we miss Christmas morning, I’ll be very cross with you.”

Snape simply raised an eyebrow at her, looking thoroughly unimpressed by her threat. “I shan’t repeat myself.”

She scowled up at him. “Can you at least give me a hint?”

“We’re not going to Hogwarts.”

“That is a terrible hint.”

“And you are a terrible traveling companion.”

“If I were that bad, I’d be walking much slower and complaining.”

“Your incessant chatter is just as grating.”

“I am a delight.”

The path began to slope downwards, leading them through a copse of snow-laden trees. Ariel's boots sank deep into the drifts, and she had to grab onto Snape's arm to keep from tumbling face-first into a snowbank. He steadied her with a firm hand, his fingers gripping her elbow as he guided her down the slippery slope. Ariel clung to him, her breath puffing out in icy clouds as they trudged onward.

“This is starting to feel like one of those fairytales where they tell you not to go into the woods,” Ariel grumbled. “And I can’t feel my toes.”

“There’s there complaining,” Snape retorted, but he cast a Warming Charm on her anyway.

He led them up and around a grove of trees, the light fading behind them as they moved farther and farther away from the path. Ariel’s teeth were still chattering, despite the Charm, and so she pressed herself tightly against Snape’s side, relishing in the warmth she found there. She would have thought Snape would have been as cold as an icicle, being so skinny and pale, but he radiated heat.

Ariel suddenly knew where they were, without ever being there before. As the bank swung upwards, steep enough that Snape had to help her up again, Ariel could see the gleaming lights greeting her as she made her way back to solid ground.

“Hogsmeade?” she whispered, to herself. When she looked up at Snape in confusion, the expression on his face made her heart squeeze in her chest, the same way it did when the doe appeared.

“Come along,” Snape said softly — so soft she almost didn’t hear him.

“Why’d we go that way?”

“To avoid being seen,” there was an obviously tagged at the end there, but Ariel ignored it.

[superfallingstars]

marauders era faceclaims/fancasts but it's all musicians from the 60s-80s because i am insane. let's go

first up is kate bush as lily! this felt so obvious. even though she's not a ginger and her eyes are hazel (i think?) instead of green, there's something so sweet and warm about her that makes her a perfect lily to me. and omg the pics of her as a child are sooo ridiculously cute.

next up is andy partridge (my beloved) as james. he is in fact blond but i think the glasses are a wonderful coincidence. and he has a great face for james, very british-looking. honorable mention to steve albini who was my original pick but wasn't quite right (not very british-looking, does have black hair tho) – just wanted to mention that because i really only wanted to include him in this post to piss him off

young chris cornell is literally scary accurate for sirius like his face might as well be directly lifted from my BRAIN. i was really hoping to find a 70s musician for him (these pics are from the late 80s) just for consistency among the marauders, but this was too good not to use

next is alex chilton as remus. the pic on the left was when he was literally 17, while the middle one (and presumably the right one?) are when he's older. i might just be picking him because he reminds me of andrew garfield, who i don't even like as a fancast for remus, but he's infiltrated my subconscious nonetheless. also look at his little peace signs, isn't he so cute and silly and quirky? ok moving on

i'll be honest i struggled with peter but i think i'm pretty happy with greg lake here. the hair is a little dated (these pics are probably from the late 60s?) but i like his big round face. and come on i needed SOMEONE from a prog rock band in this post. it just feels right for it to be peter

alright i really struggled with snape so i'm including a few options and i really want to hear which one people like the best. personally i think the best fit is unfortunately young marilyn manson (first two pics). i was originally going to go with todd rundgren (next two) because of the long face, long hair, bad teeth... why are you booing me i'm right. i like that todd is a 70s guy because it feels more consistent with the other characters, but marilyn's got the goth factor... overall i think they're both DECENT, but i'm not sure if either one has quite the right nose. what do you guys think?

also shoutout to my many rejected snape picks, including steve peregrin took from t rex (not bad but not amazing, i debated including pics but this post is already long enough), rozz williams (too cool-looking), roger waters (meh), and frank zappa (PERFECT nose, but no good pictures without the giant mustache and the rest of his face isn't very snapey to me).

wow ok i can't believe i did this. this is so incredibly stupid but it also took me weeks to do, so i would love to hear what people think of my picks. you're welcome or i'm sorry or whatever

[killlavendr]

Saw a snater say that he deserved to be bullied and that “someone had to” and I just want to voice my opinion idk 😭

First, I should just say I love snape he’s probably my second fav character, and I think he’s very interesting. HOWEVER. No matter what he’s been through, you can’t deny he is not rly a good person. In his entire adult life he’s, yes, miserable, but also just..not great. But this isn’t a post debating on his morals or whatever. My main point is that he didn’t deserve it, at least in the beginning. I’m not anti maruaders, but how they treated him was awful. And what did they have on him? What had he done wrong? He was poor and unnattractive. And that just because they can. That’s basically it in the beginning. He didn’t deserve that at all. The whole jinx incident was literally assault and a total violation. And no matter how much Severus had been being nosy, sending him to get killed by a werewolf is completely inexcusable. Idk, maybe as he starts to get more into the dark arts and bigotry he does. But for the first few years of Hogwarts, saying he deserved it, even if you don’t like him, is just stupid 🤷‍♀️

AND another thing I just realized. Correct me if I’m wrong I’m not British, but don’t “pants” in the UK mean underwear? So when James said “who wants to see me take off Snivelly’s pants?” He means “who wants to see me take off Snivelly’s underwear?” The memory cuts off after james puts the dangling curse back on snape and says that. So it’s very likely, not canon, by very likely that Severus was stripped further than his pants (or, well, trousers to be more specific in this case) Just like..

What the fuck?? That’s insane

No matter how stuck up, ugly, snarky, or weird Severus might’ve been as a 15 YEAR OLD, nobody deserves sexual assault and humiliation of that kind

And this was after the whole werewolf attempted murder thing I think? So saying that James saved him because he felt guilty and wanted to save him feels less probable now, as he’s apathetic enough afterwards to pull a horrible stunt like this. Anyway, just a thought. But seriously, hating/disliking snape is valid. But you shouldn’t deny he didn’t deserve the things that happened to him as a teenager