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November 22 - The Prefect's Bathroom | word count: 880 | @wolfstarmicrofic

In the years of sneaking around the castle at night, the thrill has worn off. Just another everyday occurrence, mundane as attending classes. Tonight, however, with Sirius pressed against his back, the thrill is back. His veins feel like electricity is running through them as they shuffle through the corridors. He can feel every galloping heartbeat in Sirius’ chest, confirming he is feeling the same. That the thrill of being caught kicks both their hearts into overdrive. Or maybe, it is the fact nobody will know other than the two of them, not even James and Peter. That thought makes him trip up a bit. A secret with just him and Sirius, that not even James knows about.

“Are we almost there?” Sirius asks, breath ghosting across Remus’ neck resulting in a full body shudder.

“Almost.” He whispers back, breathless. Even after three months of officially dating, the novelty hasn’t yet worn off. He still feels like a schoolboy with a forbidden crush he has to keep secret from everybody, especially the boy of his scandalous affections. Instead, he gets to have Sirius practically latched onto his back, their hands tangled together over Remus’ heart.

So, maybe a selfish part of him took the longer route and walked a little slower than necessary and took extra and unneeded breaks. So what?

But eventually, there is no avoiding their destination. Just down one last flight of stairs and around the corner, waits the unassuming entrance to the prefect’s bathroom. Why it couldn’t just be an ordinary hidden door behind a portrait or a tapestry or even a statue of armor, Remus supposes he will never know.

“Why Moony, if you wanted me in a broom closet, you could have just said.” Sirius mocks when they come to a halt in front of the door.

A fierce blush spreads across the base of Remus neck, and he prays to every deity he knows that it is too dark for Sirius to see. Doing his best to ignore Sirius—and his impending embarrassment—Remus whispers the password, waiting a moment to compose himself before reaching for the knob.

The first time Remus entered the prefect’s bathroom, he was in awe. The space is large, rivaling some of their classrooms, though Remus has very rarely seen other students in it. The ceiling is charmed to meet the needs of the students inside, similar to the Room of Requirement. Currently, stars twinkle in and out peacefully, while the sliver of the moon just peeks through a veil of clouds.

There are several large bathing pools scattered about the ground. Without anybody else in the room, the water is clear and smooth, not a single ripple in sight. That quickly changes when Sirius quickly abandons him under the cloak and runs to the largest and central-most pool. He crouches at the edge, his fingers dipping into the water to trace along the surface.

Remus sets the cloak down, watching the awe on Sirius’ face. At least he could give him this. It might not be much, but sometimes, even the smallest light is enough to help stave off the darkness.

Sirius turns toward the taps. “What do these do?” Then, without waiting for an answer, he begins to switch on as many as he can reach. Soaps and perfumes alike begin flowing into the previously clear water, filling the room with a strange aroma, and the pool with far too many bubbles.

“Wait! Sirius!”

But Sirius pays him no mind, singularly focused on the taps. He gets about halfway through before Remus tackles him to the ground. Unfortunately, Sirius was crouched near the edge, and the angle at which he ran causes both of them to tumble over into the pool.

They fall in a tangle of limbs, making it far more difficult for Remus to orient himself. But soon enough, instinct kicks in, and a few broad strokes bring him to the surface. A few moments later, Sirius emerges too, flipping his hair overhead far too dramatically. For a moment, they just stare at each other, chests heaving from the sudden exertion, before breaking down into simultaneous laughter.

It seizes him so fully; he has to swim to the side of the pool and cling onto the tile for support. His lungs burn and his cheeks ache. Sirius’ barking laugh fills the air and Remus’ chest, only further fueling the fire of his laughter. They drift together, clinging to each other in their hysteria. He laughs until he is gasping for air, only stopping when his lungs feel ready to burst.

He rests his head against the cool stone, letting the ease of contentment wash over him. For the first time in a while he isn’t worrying about anything. Not their OWLs looming on the horizon. Not Sirius having to return home for the summer, their first time apart since getting together.  Not even the evidently imminent full moon in a few weeks’ time. Just him and Sirius, together and unburdened as children should be. Free to drift up and touch the ceiling of stars.

“Did I ever mention that I don’t know how to swim?”

Their shared laughter drives them both out of the deep end, toward where they can walk on stable ground.

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A thought:

Colours associated with royalty: crimson, purple, royal blue

Therefore all bi people are royalty.

Discuss. 

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i don't want a prince charming, i want a girl to read fanfics aloud to each other

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them eyes never lie

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ppl need to stop saying Harry and Draco are black cat x golden retriever. They’re both hissy cats. Are you kidding me. Harry Potter hasn’t had a moment of peace his whole life this boy is so grumpy and sassy and Draco Malfoy is spoiled and a prick and incredibly dramatic. They’re both grumpy. There’s no sunshine. They are each other’s sunshine.

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post-argument, self-indulgent, wallow-y, catastrophic/vindictive self-harm fantasy, he’s so normal

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I think I may just be a lover of couples being strong on the surface and then breaking down with each other about everything in private but yes plz thing about this.

They come back home from the fight together and they finally did it- it is finally time to rest, if even just for a moment. Both are probably still on edge. The chance that something happens the moment they let their guard down is too scary. But then after absentmindedly going through a routine to get ready they sit on the couch together, and hold each other, and cry.

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the number of times harry describes draco in ways that make it clear he thinks of him as his main nemesis is so funny given that voldemort is the one who keeps trying to murder harry

voldemort out there like: can i please get some respect over here?

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stranger - November 28 - drarry - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 344

Harry was still pouting, even half hour after arriving. He'd somehow allowed himself to be dragged out to a local bar, after much talking with Ron and Hermione, their well-intentioned tones making him want to drive his head through a wall.

It was happening more and more often lately. One of his friends would sit him down and say they were 'worried' or 'concerned' and that he needed to 'get out more.' Of course, Ron hadn't phrased it so nicely. He'd said 'you need to get laid, mate.' But it was the same general message.

So maybe he was just trying to get people off his back by agreeing to go out. But that didn't stop him from pouting.

He looked up only to see Ron and Hermione walking towards him, both of them red-faced from alcohol and dancing. "Having fun, mate?" Ron asked, a grin on his face.

"Loads," Harry sighed, wistfully thinking of his bed.

"D'you...see anybody you might be interested in?" Hermione asked gently, signaling to the bartender for a drink.

But Harry was done pretending. "Guys, I'm not the type to go after strangers in bars! It's not my thing! I'm perfectly fine being alone, and I just-" but he cut himself off, voice lost as he spotted the man who'd just walked through the door.

White-blonde hair. That was the first thing he recognized as he stared at the man. Silky locks that shone in the low light, pulled into a messy bun with little wisps flowing around a sharp jawline.

Then he noticed the eyes. Sharp silver-gray that usually shone under narrowed eyebrows were currently alight above a stunning smile.

And fuck. The body that he swore he didn't think about. Miles of pale skin, long, thin fingers, a sheer black shirt that made him want to moan.

And a steely glance and a smirk shot directly at him.

"Are you the type to hook up with Malfoys in bars?" Ron asked cheekily from behind him, a giant grin on his face.

As it turned out, Harry was.

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library

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I was referring to the part about James dw

Harry is always among the bravest of them all. Not even James Potter veered into this territory.

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he’s just a little bit competitive…

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Nothing is ever gonna be better than Draco running in front of Voldemort to throw Harry his wand.

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mi harry. colombian harry is real to me.

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Remus Lupin: Would you still love me if I were a werew-

Regulus Black: Yes, would you still love me if I said my family was in a cult?

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remus lupin would need an exorcism to get rid of regulus' presence after they break up