#I mean other than harry's bedroom nostrils of course

[accidentalharrie]

😂 Welcome to the Chris Evans bandwagon. Once you get it, you get it. His eyelashes are deadly.

YES and his nose??? Which is usually not a thing that interests me?

#I mean other than harry's bedroom nostrils of course #chris evans #asks #itstakeiteasyonme

[parkers-gal]

OMG!!! for angst you should do one where Harry finally gets a girl and everyone’s used to choosing tom over him and the reader is just naturally close to tom and he accuses her of cheating on him w T and it’s really angsty

requests are open

wc: 1.8k

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It was a force of habit. Everybody knew, but nobody mentioned. Nobody knew the full extent of it, nobody cared to ask how much it bothered him. In hindsight, it probably isn't even that obvious. Not unless you open your eyes, not unless somebody confides in you, plants the idea in your head so you can’t see it differently

You had been going out with Harry for a good two months by the time you’d finally met the rest of his family. You and Tom had met previously before, having been introduced and together for only a day before both of your jobs drove you in opposite directions. When you rejoiced, you were naturally close, reconnecting that bond that was cut off too shortly.

Harry didn’t mind at first. He liked that you got along with his family. It made him happy to know you fit so well into his lifestyle. But it wasn’t until people started whispering around, joking that they always thought you and Tom would end up together. It was all fun and games, you knew that, of course. You’d never thought of Tom that way, despite everyone forcing the idea onto you. It was a mutual agreement, that the two of you would never cause problems between your relationship with Harry. And that your relationship with Harry would never splinter your friendship with Tom.

It was just after a dinner with Harry’s family. You were talking with Tom while Harry talked to Sam, when somebody made another joke about how you should be with Tom instead. You laughed it off, as you always did, but Harry couldn’t do the same. He excused himself as Nikki brought a few dishes out. You noticed his hostile and closed off walk, so you, too, excused yourself before following him out of the dining room and all the way upstairs to where he’d hid off to.

You knocked with the knuckles of your right hand. “Har?” The door creaked open as you nudged it slightly, stepping into the room. “You okay?” He grumbled something inaudible and you stepped closer. “What was that?”

“I said no, I’m not.” “What’s wrong, hun?” You carefully sat yourself next to him, naturally leaning into his side.

“It seems like everyone just thinks you’re dating my brother! I mean, at this point, I’m starting to wonder if there’s something else going on.” You back track, sitting up and separating from his side with furrowed brows. “What?” He didn’t answer, merely turning to look the other way, leaning his elbows on his knees as he sighed. “Harry you know that’s not true.”

“Do I?” He’s angry, and you finally notice just how much.

“Harry… you know we’re just friends. We’ve always been this close.”

“Yeah well maybe you’re too close.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not like that with anyone else.” “I’m like that with everyone else! Everyone except you.” You huff, defending yourself but keeping your voice calm.

“What makes me so damn different, then, huh?”

“You’re my boyfriend, Harry! Of course you’re different!”

“Yeah well I can’t see the difference between how you treat boyfriends and how you treat best friends, anymore.”

“What?” You sit back a bit, shock running through your veins at his confession.

“Really, though! It’s a bit fishy, if you ask me.” He’s still speaking sternly, angrily. He’s frustrated, but now so are you.

“I hope you’re not suggesting what I think you are, Harry.” You’re just as angry now. You’re warning him, hoping he won’t jump off that ledge into the irreversible.

“I think you know exactly what I’m suggesting.” He takes the leap.

“You know I’m not that kind of person. You know your brother, Harry. He’d never do something like that to you.” You’re trying to reach an empathetic approach, not quite ready to burst unless he’s absolute about this.

“No but I know that everyone else is.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” “That means everyone else chooses my brother over me. I’m used to it.”

“You’re not implying that I’m one of those people, are you?” You gaze into his eyes, tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth. He swallows thickly.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m not angry if you are with him. I just wish you’d told me before cheating.”

“What the fuck, Harry,” You mutter it, exhaling angrily. “I’m not cheating!”

“I’m telling you I’m not angry that you are!”

“If you weren’t angry, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“So you admit you’re cheating on me? That I should be angry?”

“Fuck you, Harry.” You jab a finger in his direction. “You know that’s not what I said or what I meant.”

“I mean, you don’t even need to say it.” He chuckles bitterly.

“What does that mean?” You’re raising your voice, anger thickening the tension in the room.

“I mean, take one look at you and Tom together in a room and you already look like you’re in love.”

“Fuck that, Harry. He’s my friend. I’m allowed to have friends, y’know.”

“I never said otherwise!”

“What are you even on, right now?” You stand angrily, looking at him. He looks at you with a mirrored expression.

“I’m just asking for the truth, here!”

“No, you’re jealous.” He swallows, nostrils flaring. You know you’ve hit a weak spot, a sensitive area. He’s angry as ever, now. He stands. “Harry, I’m s-”

“You’re in love with someone else.”

Tears fall from your eyes as you try to compose yourself. You’re just as angry. You’ve taken the blow, fired your own canons. You’re not sure how much longer you can battle in the field.

“Fuck you, Harry.”

“No, fuck you!”

“You’re jealous and have the audacity to say I’m ‘in love with someone else!’” You spit out your words bitterly.

“I’m not fucking jealous! I’m fucking hurt! You’re cheating!”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at the pettiness of the argument. You know there's a reason behind his unreasonableness, but he doesn’t have the right to hurt you with his words.

He’s blinded by anger, though. He doesn’t have boundaries when something takes what he loves. He’s hurt, obviously, but he was too insecure to truly confide in the real reason for his distress. Now he’s angered the both of you, now he’s crumbled the foundation. He’s pulled the relationship apart at the seams, breaking the promise and splintering one relationship after another. He knows, in some way, though, that he’s right. He knows because if he weren’t then he wouldn’t be as hurt as he is.

“You’re a fucking child, Harry.” You cross your arms, grabbing your bag that was sitting on the chair in the corner. “Find me when you grow the fuck up.” You open the door of the bedroom, slamming it and marching down the stairs angrily.

You’ve caught the attention of the rest of his family. The two of you were up there for a good twenty minutes; you’d left Tom wondering what was happening and if things were okay. He could see now that things weren’t. He could also see that you were crying and he moved over to comfort you but you shoved him off, declining his embrace, knowing it would only make you feel worse because of what Harry had said.

You put your free hand up, gesturing for him to stop and back off. You’re gripping your bag tightly as you pull out your keys. You hold yourself back from slamming the front door, knowing you didn’t want to make an entire scene at Nikki’s house.

They watch from the doorway. They watch you slam your car door, burst into tears once you start the car. They watch as you drive off. The minute your car is out of view, Tom marches upstairs, ready to get to the bottom of what happened and why you’re so hurt. He doesn’t bother knocking on Harry’s door.

“What the fuck, man?” Harry exasperates, looking to his brother with wild eyes.

“I should be asking you that,” He slams the door. “What did you do to Y/N?” Harry scoffs, rolling his eyes in irritation. “Of course that’s why you’re here.”

“I’m here because she just ran out crying and I deserve to know why!” “You don’t deserve anything from me, Tom.” Harry spits out. They’re yelling at each other. He wishes things were different.

“Fuck that, Harry. You know I’m her best friend. I deserve to know.”

“Why are you her best friend?” He screams out. Tom goes quiet at the question, wanting to hear more, wanting to understand where he was coming from. “My entire life, I spent in your shadow. I had to normalize girls automatically wanting you more than me. An-and the minute I get something that’s finally mine- some thing that actually wanted me for once, you question why I’m angry about her also wanting you? No, fuck you, Tom.” His words are clear and crisp and his eyes are drowning in salty tears. He wants to swallow his feelings, push them away and blink his tears gone. But he can’t. “I thought finding someone was about falling in love and growing into soulmates or some shit. That’s all she ever talked about when we first started dating! It was always ‘best friends to lovers makes for the best couple’ and ‘falling in love with your best friend is the best thing in the world.’ And at first, I actually had the nerve to think she was talking about me. But now I know I’m just her boyfriend- I’m not her best friend, because that position is already filled.”

He eyes Tom up and down as his face loses its tense expression. He struggles to get a breath, gasping as more tears come out. Tom is silent and Harry assumes the conversation is over. He shoves past Tom, knocking into his shoulder as he runs out, slamming the door and trapping himself into the bathroom. He can barely breathe, barely see clearly through the waterworks.

Tom realizes why Harry lashed out, why he grew insecure. But he can’t place who’s in the wrong, who should make the first move and apologize first. He also realizes Harry is so upset about this because he loves you so much. He’d never seen his brother feel so strongly for someone. He realizes he might’ve taken that away from him.

And suddenly, he realizes neither of you are in the wrong. You’re both right in your own ways. He realizes he’s been in the wrong this whole time. He realizes he’s making this love story about himself. He’s torn his beloved brother up, questioned what was supposed to be set in stone.

Maybe Harry was right; maybe he didn’t deserve anything from Harry. Maybe Harry was the one who deserved the explanation.

Why did you get what’s his?

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[princehairsupremacy]

102 and 63 pleasee

102. "Answer the phone, don't worry, I'm not stopping."

63. "Arch your back."

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Warnings: choking, oral (f receiving), fingering, vaginal, bit of daddy kink

"Harry, just kiss me will you?" You leaned in and he backed away. "Git."

"No need to be rude, you want me to be rough with you?" He grabbed your arm and you immediately shook your head.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't think you mean it, think I should be rough with you." He grinned at you but you could tell he was being serious, he'd probably planned on being rough with you today anyway. "Need to be taught a lesson, can't call me a git and get away with it. You'd just do it again."

"I didn't mean to, I just wanted your attention."

"You wanted my attention even though you knew how busy I was?"

"You haven't been paying much attention to me anymore, I just missed you."

"I don't care, you still know you're not supposed to bother me. I missed you too but I wouldn't disturb your work." You were going to open your mouth but he shushed you. "No more of that. Sit there and just be good. I still have work to do." He stood up from the couch you were both on in his office, he returned back to his chair and started typing in his computer, ignoring you again.

You slumped back into the couch and huffed, it's so hard to even get a little attention around here. You kept shuffling on the couch and he gave you a stern look, you frowned and just layed on your back, staring at the design of the high ceiling.

Eventually looking at a ceiling gets boring so you turned your head towards him, still fucking typing. "Are you done yet?" He flared his nostrils and kept typing. No talking then, I guess.

You looked back up to the ceiling and closed you eyes, you opened them and turned your head when you heard footsteps. Harry was walking over, he stood at the side of the couch and looked down at you, his curls framing his face. "I'm finished."

You smiled and sat up, turning towards him. "Does that mean I get time with you now?" He nodded and sat on the couch next to you, you pressed yourself against his side and turned your head towards him. He leaned in and you smiled, finally.

A kiss on the cheek, a fucking kiss on the cheek was what you got. "Love you, I'm quite tired. Ready to head to bed?" You didn't even look up at him when he stood up and waited for your answer.

"Sleep on the couch." You looked up at him when you said that, his eyes obviously darkening even in the low light of his office.

"What?"

"The couch. I was thinking you should sleep on it if you wanna be an asshole." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, pressing his chest against yours.

"An asshole? That's no way to talk to me." He thought you were a playing a game, how dumb.

"I'm not kidding. Asshole's sleep on the couch." When you pulled back and he saw you were genuinely upset, he had a more saddened look that seemed to take over his face in mere seconds.

"I'm sorry, darling. Please don't make me sleep on the couch." You turned away from him and walked out the door, he trailed behind like he was lost and you were giving him directions to his chosen destination. "You're seriously making me sleep on the couch?"

You stopped and turned around, he stood up straight and waited for your hopefully good news that you were in bed together tonight. "I didn't think you'd want to sleep in the same bed, since you've been ignoring me so much."

"What? No! I'm always gonna wanna sleep in the same bed as you. How can I make it up to you?" You sighed and left the door open as you walking into the bedroom, Harry guessed you meant for him to come in with you so he did.

"I just wanted time with you but apparently it was a game for you. What asshole ignores their partner for that long? You had free time, but apparently not for me, you wouldn't even kiss me." He was about to step closer but looked up at you, you shook your head and his shoulders slumped and he had a big frown on his face but didn't move closer as you didn't want him to.

"I'm sorry, the work I was doing was exhausting so my brain was fucked up and I wasn't thinking too much about anything else other than the work even though it made me so stressed. Honestly, I thought sleeping in bed with you and cuddling was enough but it's not because then there's no communication and that's what a relationship needs. Then you come to me and I tell you to sit on the couch and wait, not even answering you when you asked me if I was done. Shit, I have been a total asshole."

You could see the realisation as it hit him, his face dropped and he sat down on the bed, placing his elbows on knees and his face in his hands. He slapped himself on the forehead and you sat next to him. "Don't pity me, I'm an asshole." You placed your hand on his back and rubbed it, he looked up at you and you smiled at him.

"Kiss me, make it up to me." You placed your hands on his face and leaned in, kissing him softly and waiting for him to respond to the kiss.

You pull back and look in his eyes. "Do you still want me?"

"Yeah, I want you. I need you right now." He didn't get it.

"That's not what I meant." His soft pink lips parted when he let out a little 'oh', surprised from the question because it feels like he's wanted you forever and he isn't going to stop wanting you.

"Of course, I'll always want you. You're the one." He leaned back in and kissed you again, it kinda felt like your heart was on fire, no one had loved you like that but now he does and you reciprocated his feelings.

He leaned back and you moved on top of him as he layed on his back. You pulled back and he looked up at you with soft eyes, but you knew that softness wasn't the forgivement you needed. "I want to make love to you, baby." He spoke softly but it still wasn't what you wanted.

"I want it harder than that, the harder the easier it will be to forgive you." He blinked once then brought his hand up to your neck, softly wrapping his fingers around it.

"You want it hard?" You nodded and he pressed his fingers into your neck, applying pressure and making your breath labour. This is definitely what you needed. "If thats how I get you to forgive me, then you can have it."

He sat up and moved you off his lap, sitting you next to him, he's surprisingly strong for not looking very buff. "Hands and knees." He said it simply but a had a big affect on you, probably because of how dominant he was being.

You turned over and looked at him. "Shouldn't I take my clothes off first?" He motioned you over and you crawled to him, that definitely done something because he was shifting where he sat. When you got to him you sat on your knees and just looked at him, waiting for whatever was coming next.

"Take your shirt off."

"You're not gonna take it off for me?" He didn't answer so you just got on with it, grabbing onto the bottom of your shirt and lifting it up, what really got you embarrassed was when you got your head caught and Harry had no choice but to help you take it off.

"M'sorry."

"It's fine as long as you didn't do it on purpose." He placed his large hands at your hips and you guessed he thought he might as well help you get your clothes off now.

He dipped his fingers into the waistband of the leggings you were wearing and you grabbed his wrists. "They'd be easier to get off if I stood up." He sighed and moved his hands away, giving you a chance to stand up. He put his hands back in the same place once you were stood in front of him, starting move your leggings down.

He ended up dragging your underwear off with your leggings and you got a little embarrassed just standing there in your bra, but it's not like you could do anything about it. He patted his thighs and you straddled him, looking at his face as his eyes looked over your body on him.

He reached behind you and searches for the bra clip with his fingers. "Where the fuck is it."

"It's in the front..." He looked down and saw it there, laughing and placing his forehead on your chest.

"The front? When is it ever in the front?" You didn't even know it was in the front till you tried to put it on, that was fun trying to figure it out.

"I don't know, easier access?" He lifted his head up and moved his hands to the front of your bra, undoing the clasp that was in the front. He moved the straps off your shoulders slowly, kissing your shoulder as he moved them down one at a time.

When he got it off, he dropped it onto the floor and looked down at your body again with a big grin. "You're so beautiful." He shaked his head and seemed to come back to reality, his eyes getting darker. "I'm gonna destroy you." You shivered at his statement as he whispered it in your ear, feeling his hand at your waist. "Get back on your hands and knees."

You moved off him and back into the position before, you heard him move around behind you then you felt his breath on your back. He was leaning over you and started to kiss your back, telling you praises. He pulled back and balanced himself on his knees, leaning his face down and starting to lick at your pussy from behind.

"Woah-" No one had done this while you were on your hands and knees, it was weird but good.

He was expertly moving his tongue and it felt like your knees were going to give in, you had to drop down to your elbows. He grabbed onto your hips and kept them up, probably noticing that you were having trouble staying up.

"Oh fuck!" He moved his face back and moved two of his fingers into you, making you go feral.

"Tell me how good it fucking feels." You tried to answer but nothing was coming out, just some pathetic sounding whimpers. He stopped his fingers and leaned over you, his mouth next to your ear. "I said, tell me how good it feels. Don't annoy me."

"It feels-" You pushed back on his fingers and lost your wording for a second. "It feels amazing, please keep going!" He moved his fingers slowly and started to kiss down your spine.

"I fucking love you." You tried to focus on his words but you couldn't, his fingers were making you go all hazy. You looked back at him and he smirked, he started talking again but you couldn't really hear him.

He raised his eyebrows, obviously expecting an answer but you have no clue what he said. "Yes?"

"You want me to stop?" You shook your head but he already pulled his fingers out.

"No! Don't stop!" He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.

"Don't stop? You said yes." You looked away embarrassed, it wouldn't be smart to tell him you weren't listening but what other explenation was there?

"I wasn't listening and I knew you wanted an answer so I just said yes." He didn't react, he just kept a straight face but you could see the annoyed glare in his eyes. He turned your face so you were looking forward and straightened up on his knees behind you.

He pressed his hand into your back. "Arch your back." You arched your back and he ran his fingers along the curve of your spine, you could feel yourself getting goosebumps. He grabbed onto your hips and slammed into you suddenly, you gasped and fell forward. He wrapped his fingers around your neck and pulled you up so you were against his chest, you looked to the side and up at him.

He looked down at you and you pouted your lips, he rolled his eyes slightly and leaned down to kiss you. His kiss was anything but soft, it was very aggressive. He pulled back and placed the hand that wasn't on your neck, around your waist so you didn't fall forward and started to move quick and hard.

You gasped and moaned still looking up at him, he was still making eye contact and you couldn't help but find it extremely hot. His mouth opened and he let out a small moan, god he looked beautiful when he moaned. The hand that was placed at your waist moved to your breast, he pinched your nipple and you closed your eyes, almost falling forward but he caught you by placing his hand on your chest and holding you up.

You heard a phone ring and Harry's head perked up at the noise, looking to the bedside table where your phone was vibrating. He leaned forward, still holding you up, and grabbed the phone. "Answer the phone, don't worry, I'm not stopping." He slowed down so you could answed and pressed the accept button, pressing the phone to your ear.

"Hi, darling." Your fucking mother, why at a time like this?!

"Hello, mother..." You looked back at Harry and he grinned.

"I just wanted to check up on you, are you alright?" You cleared your throat and harry tightened his hand around your throat.

"I'm fine, I'm just busy...can I please call you back?" You heard her say 'yes' and you grabbed the phone from Harry, ending the call and throwing it onto the bed.

"Harry-"

"What'd you call me?"

"Daddy?" He started moving faster again and you guessed that was the right answer. "You're fucking me so good, daddy!"

"You're taking me so good..." He stopped for second then pressed his hips against yours, going so deep that you could feel him in your stomach, he hit your g-spot.

You leaned your head back and he leaned his head down, kissing and sucking at your neck as he kept fucking into you deep. He placed his hand on your stomach and perked up when he felt a bulge in it. "'M I that deep in you, love? It feel good?"

You couldnt even answer him because you weren't able to think because of the pleasure again, your brain was like scrambled eggs. "Y'cant even speak, can you? That good?" He moved his hand down and touched your clit, you body jolting at the sudden intense pleasure and he pulled you back into his chest, rubbing your clit a bit more gently.

"I want you to cum for me, can you do that?" You grabbed his arm and nodded, he kept rubbing your clit and you slumped back against his body. He kept you upright and your hips suddenly started to move out of your control, you arched your back and cried out as you came. "Good girl."

"Y...you need to now." He moved slowly so he didn't hurt you too much and moved his hips more gently, moving his hand off your neck and instead placing it at your waist.

"Why don't you lie down. Y'must be tired." He pulled out and helped you turn around and lie down, he leaned down and kissed you softly before slipping back in. He grabbed onto your thighs and moved the either side of his waist.

He stroked the side of your face and you closed your eyes, feeling utterly exhausted. "We're almost done." You opened your eyes and he smiled when you did, moving down onto his elbows so his face was closer to yours and he kissed you again. "I can't resist you and your lips."

He slid his hands down your waist to your hips and gripped them gently, looking down and watching as he slowly moved his hips back and forth. His pink lips parted and he let out a whimper that was almost too quiet for you to hear but you caught it anyway. "I'm gonna cum now..."

You reached up and placed your hand on his cheek, moving his face back to yours and kissing him again. He had to pull back and moan as he came, you kept eye contact with him and held his face in your hands so he didn't move away. You didn't want to miss a moment of this.

He pulled out slowly and smiled at you, kissing your shoulder. "Am I forgiven?"

"Sort of." He looked up at you and shook his head while grinning, he was totally forgiven.

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[pappydaddy]

ivy (f.w.)

A/N: Here here the first piece for the Folklore/Evermore collection - ivy. This ended up being 13 pages (whoops!). It is clear in the piece that Y/N’s family, the Malfoy’s, and the Weasley’s are in no way related so, I just wanted to make sure everyone knew that! Anyway, enjoy lovelies💛!

Paring: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader/Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Show/Movie: Harry Potter

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No Voldemort AU, but there is blood-supremacy but it’s not like in your face, it’s just because of the arranged engagement. 

Warnings: Lucius being a jerk, being trapped in a loveless engagement, arranged marriage, cheating, breaking off an engagement. Lucius kills a owl, but it’s briefly mentioned. 

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  She never saw this coming. This was not supposed to happen - any of it. She wasn’t supposed to be forced into an arranged marriage, she wasn’t supposed to be with Draco, and (most importantly) she wasn’t supposed to fall in love with Fred Weasley while she was engaged to Draco Malfoy. She could guess that she deserved this. Her life was relatively easy until now. Even when she was sat down with her parents, Draco and his parents a year following their departure from Hogwarts and told she was to marry Draco since she was part of one of the only pureblood families not related to the Malfoys at all, her life was rather uncomplicated. It wasn’t until she bumped into Fred Weasley (another pureblood her family was oddly not related to), an old friend of hers from Hogwarts, one day in Diagon Alley when she was out shopping for a new owl since her and Draco’s had died from Lucius’ spurt of anger a few weeks prior. 

  The second her face met the broad chest of Fred, she felt heat crawling along just under her skin, tingling through her entire body in seconds. Looking up at him, his face glowed incandescently. Soon, she found her other thoughts cloudy in comparison to the thoughts of him. Despite everything within her telling her that those tingles and clouded thoughts meant no good, she agreed to be accompanied by him to help her choose a new owl. “You know, Errol finally kicked the bucket, it was quite sad,” Fred told her as they stepped into the cluttered shop. “Miss the poor bugger.” He muttered, letting the door softly close behind him as he followed her farther into the shop.  

  “I’m sorry, I know how much Errol meant to you guys,” Y/N sympathized. For only living with Draco for six months, she grew oddly attached to their owl, feeling like she was the only one she could confess her true feelings about the marriage to. When Lucius had hit the bird with the curse, she felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest, but she didn’t dare react. When he and Narcissa had left a few hours after, she had immediately run up the stairs, locking herself in her and Draco’s shared bedroom for the rest of the night. “It sucks when they go.”     

  Fred hummed in agreement, looking around at the multitude of caged owls around them, all clicking their beaks and cocking their heads at them as they passed. “That it does, Y/N/N. That it does,” He spoke, reaching his finger out to stick a bent knuckle between the golden bars of one of the cages. The snowy owl lunged at it, snapping its jagged beak at his finger in an attempt to bite it. “Hey!” He exclaimed, jerking his hand back away from the cage before he could get caught by the beak. 

  Y/N turned to look at him, snickering when she saw him clutching his hand to his chest, leaning away from the cage as he eyed the bird. “Teach you not to put your finger in a random owl’s cage, Fred.” She chastised, turning back to inspect the owl in front of her. She heard the sound of Fred’s feet shuffling along the old floorboards towards her. 

  “She looked friendly enough,” He defended, coming to stand beside her, bending down to also inspect the owl she was considering. She tried to ignore the rush of dizziness she felt from him being so close to her, the heat of him waving across the small space to hit her. “Who do we have here?” He asked, not noticing her switching to breathe through her mouth in an attempt to block his intoxicating smell of gunpowder and firewood from wafting into her nostrils. She could feel his gaze settling onto the side of her face, but she tried her best to also ignore that. She reached her hand out, tapping the little information tag attached to the table below where the cage sat. 

  “She doesn’t have a name yet, but she’s a decently young Barn owl-” 

  “Just like your owl from Hogwarts! Whatever happened to her anyway?” Fred inquired. Y/N swallowed, her hand fiddling with the sparkling engagement ring that sat on her left ring finger. She didn’t want to tell him the truth, but she had nothing else to tell him. She wasn’t prepared to spend the day with Fred, let alone having him ask her questions like that. 

  “I had to get rid of her when I moved in with Draco, Lucius’ orders. I couldn’t have any possessions of my own that should be shared between a couple. So no owl, no dishes, nothing like that.” She muttered, casting a look down at her ring, watching as it caught the sunbeams pouring through the window of the shop. It was an extravagant ring. Tiny diamonds surrounded the large oval diamond and dotted all the way along the silver band. It took up so much room on her finger that it was a bit odd-looking. She thought it was an absolutely gorgeous ring, but she much preferred simpler rings compared to gigantic ones that nearly blind you in the morning sun. 

  “That’s insane, your parents couldn’t have kept your things if he requires you to follow that ridiculous, archaic rule,” Fred asked, bewildered. “Does that mean you had to get rid of your favourite teacup? The floral one that your grandmother gave you?” 

  “Unfortunately so.” 

  “Where did it go?” Fred blurted the question out immediately, a look of determination on his face. Y/N finally glanced at him again, her eyes catching on his jawline before stopping at the freckles that littered his face. His red hair burned brighter and his skin glowed in the golden rays, looking like one of the paintings you would find hanging in the Hogwarts corridors. 

  “I sold it to an antique store here on Diagon Alley, don’t know much more than that,” She clicked her tongue, reaching out to grab the ring on top of the owl’s cage. “I think I’ll take this lovely lady, she looks so calm,” She cooed, noticing how the owl barely shifted when she picked the cage up. “Wanna stick your finger in her cage?” She directed the last question to Fred, looking up at the older wizard with teasing eyes. 

  “Yeah, no thanks, I learned that lesson already today.” He scoffed, following her towards the cash in the middle of the store. Y/N let out a boisterous laugh, gaining the attention of the lady tending the cash. The older lady sat up straighter on her stool, tucking her copy of The Daily Prophet off to the side. 

  “Good morning, Mr. Weasley,” She greeted him kindly, reaching under the counter to grab a tin, setting it onto the counter and extending it towards the pair. “Sweet?” 

  “Don’t mind if I do Mrs. Echers,” Fred lit up, plucking one of the individually wrapped sweets from the tin, unravelling it and stuffing it into his mouth quickly. “Thank you.” He spoke through a muffled mouth, chewing on the taffy-like candy. The lady, Mrs. Echers, slid the tin towards Y/N, looking up at her with expectant eyes.

  “How about you dear?” 

  “If you insist. Thank you.” She smiled, gently taking one between her pointer finger and thumb, tucking it into the pocket of her jacket before placing the cage on the counter. Mrs. Echers put the tin back under the counter, looking between Fred and Y/N. 

  “You didn’t tell me you were engaged-” She paused, squinting her eyes at Fred to figure out which twin he was. Before Y/N could correct her, the lady sighed. “I’m sorry dear, I still can’t tell you two apart.” She shook her head, defeated. 

  “Don’t worry Mrs. Echers, I’m Fred,” Fred waved her off, looking down at Y/N with a goofy smile. “But I’m not engaged, she’s an old friend I bumped into.” He said the words with an almost disappointed voice that Y/N was sure she was imagining. Why would Fred be disappointed that she wasn’t engaged to him? He was Fred Weasley. The boy two years older than her, and her friend’s older brother. There was no way that Fred Weasley was disappointed about her getting married to someone else. 

  “Oh, really,” Mrs. Echers gasped, looking between them again as if she didn’t believe it. “I’m sorry dears. You guys just meshed so well together, I had just assumed,” She apologized, laying a gentle, frail hand on her chest, her shoulders drooping. “Now that I’ve embarrassed myself enough, will this girl be it today or do you need some food or anything?” 

  “No thank you, she’ll be all. We’ve still got plenty of supplies leftover from our last owl to do us for a bit,” Y/N told her, digging through her bag for the money Draco had given her. Before Mrs. Echers could tell her the total, she was already placing the exact amount on the table, Draco having given her just enough for any owl. “My Fiancé’s father is quite strict about how much money he should give me,” She admitted bashfully as Fred and Mrs. Echers gave her odd looks. “Very traditional.” 

  “Of course,” Mrs. Echers cleared her throat, sharing a look with Fred as Y/N looked down to zip her bag back up. The older lady placed the galleons into the tray before taking a piece of paper from the stack, slamming a stamp upon it. “Here is your receipt dear,” She smiled kindly at Y/N, handing her the slip. “Have a great day you two.” She waved to them as Y/N went to take the cage off the counter. 

  “Let me take her,” Fred told her, his hand beating her to grip the loop again, picking the cage off the counter himself. Y/N looked up at him, startled before she nodded. “See you, Mrs. Echers.” He nodded at the lady. Y/N smiled, waving in parting as she walked towards the door. The pair stepped out in the cold, making Y/N regret not wearing her travelling cloak this time round. She shivered slightly, the winter chill running right through her. 

  “Well, I guess I best be heading home, Draco will be wondering where I’ve gone to or if I’m buying the whole shop!” She joked, trying to take the cage from Fred, but he moved it out of the way, his brows furrowed in displeasure. 

  “How can you buy the whole shop if he limits how much money you can carry on you per trip?” He questioned. 

  Y/N sighed, dropping her extended arm. “It’s not Draco as much as it’s his father, he thinks that I shouldn’t be able to spend Draco’s money since I didn’t make it and we’re not married yet.” She explained, starting to walk along the snow-covered cobblestones. Fred scoffed, shaking his head. 

  “Why don’t you just work?” 

  “Because Lucius says that I shouldn’t work, that Draco should be the one controlling the money and he can’t control the money if I make my own,” She disclosed, her eyes trained on the path in front of her. “But Draco doesn’t agree with him, he always tells me that after Lucius has scolded me for doing something wrong.” She was quick to defend her Fiancé. 

  “If he didn’t agree then he should stand up for you,” Fred pointed out, walking slowly beside her, ignoring the path in front of him - instead, he was watching her. The conversation came to a natural end with that, bathing them both in a comfortable silence as they thought. Y/N tried to not think about how easy it was to be with Fred, how comfortable and relaxed she was with him compared to Draco, the same school-girl feelings kicking up from where they had settled at the bottom of her heart like dust. “Would you join me at The Leaky Cauldron for a drink or two?” He suddenly asked, looking back at her. 

  She looked over at him, shocked to see him already looking at her. “I really should be getting back, besides, I don’t have any more money on me.” 

  “Nonsense, you are your own person and I can pay for your drinks!” 

  “Then wouldn’t that make this a date?” 

  “That so bad?” Fred wondered flirtatiously. Y/N laughed shaking her head gently, a large smile covering her face as she tilted her head to the ground before looking back up at him, the smile still on her face, her eyes twinkling. 

  “It would be since I am engaged to get married, I can’t really be going on dates with another bloke.” She pointed out. Fred nodded, looking away to look ahead, his lips pressing together tightly as he nodded. 

  “Well, if you won’t let me treat you to a few drinks on me, would you like to come to my apartment for a free drink? And if you want, you can send me some knuts for the teabag or whatever you drink if that makes you feel better.” He offered, earning another laugh from her. 

  “Sure, why not,” She shrugged. “But you better expect to see this owl tomorrow morning.” She teased, pointing to the owl in the cage he still held. She felt excitement ignite within her as they saw the purple painted outside of the Twin’s shop appear. She had never been in the shop since it opened, she was excited to see how much it had changed in its success.

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  Y/N sat on the couch of the grand library, a book open on her lap, but she wasn’t paying any attention to the words on the pages. Instead, her mind was on the same fiery locks she gazed upon a week ago. Even in the big, silent house, her head was filled with the sound of his voice, easing the heaviness of her heart. Before she bumped into him, she was perfectly fine playing the doting wife to Draco, to accept her fate willingly, but now she couldn’t shake the pain she felt when the thought of the life that awaited her when she got married. Suddenly, being alone in this mansion felt like she was trapped up in a tower, far away from anyone who wasn’t her family or her Fiancé and his family. 

  Sighing, she blinked at the page, trying to unblur the words and take her mind off the man she most certainly shouldn’t be thinking about like this. For the week following their little encounter, she couldn’t get him out of her mind, every little thought was consumed either by the feeling he ignited within her or him himself. She was sure that their meeting was an off thing, never to happen again, especially since he hadn’t sent her another letter since she mailed him a few knuts, having had to lie to Draco and tell him that she had accidentally broken something when she was buying the owl and had to replace it. Even though Lucius had berated her for a good ten minutes afterward as Draco stood back silently, she found herself willing to tell a lie again if that meant that she could just contact Fred in someway. 

  Two clinks against the glass of one of the large windows of the library startled her. She looked towards the window, seeing a Tawny Owl perched just outside, pecking the window. Carina, her and Draco’s owl, chirped happily, shifting on her perch, her wings flapping as she waited for Y/N to let the other owl in. “You know this owl, Carina,” Y/N asked, gently closing the book and setting it on the empty cushion beside her, rising from the deep green velvet couch. Walking through the dust particles that danced in the heat of the morning sunlight, she unlocked the window, opening only half of it enough to let the light brown owl into the house. “Come on in,” She spoke gently, watching as the owl spread its wings and glided into the room, going right towards Carina and perching itself right by her. “Is this your friend?” She directed the question towards Carina, earning a small, happy chirp in return. Giggling, Y/N grabbed treats out of the jar, leaving the window open, allowing the cold winter wind to gush into the room. 

  Stroking the mysterious owl’s feathers, she extended her flat hand towards it. Clicking happily, the owl took the offered treat gently. Extending her hand towards Carina, the treat was swiped from her hand. Carefully, she took the rolled up piece of parchment from the owl’s leg, unravelling it. Walking back to the couch, her eyes skimmed over the messy but neat scrawl, the sight of it making her heart jolt. Slowly, she sunk down onto the couch, but still remained poised in case Lucius decided to swing by to ‘make sure she was acting appropriately’ while Draco was at work. 

  Dearest Y/N/N, 

  Fred’s letter started. 

  You must be wondering why I still haven’t sent a reply to your letter in the past six days. I was unable to continue correspondence due to the booming business the holidays are bringing to the shop, but I also had my own mission I needed to complete before I could send any sort of letter to you. 

  She smiled down at the little paragraph before her eyes flowed to the next one. 

  I am very sorry that I couldn’t have written a more formal letter and put it in an envelope, but sadly, with how busy the shop has been, I could only manage to scribble this down on a spare piece of parchment. It also didn’t help that it was George’s turn to grab stationary this month and he forgot. But despite the lack of supplies and time, I needed to write to you. 

  Now, to get to the point of this letter. I am requesting your presence at either my apartment or The Leaky Cauldron. I give you the choice because I know how you feel about the idea of me paying for your drinks. Bring sickles if you need, but I beg you to agree to meet me at eleven at your choice of location.

Much love, 

Fred Weasley

  She couldn’t help but smile down at the parchment, her body weightless as if she was floating around the sky among the clouds. The pain and loneliness of the cold mansion vanishing. Warmth wrapped around her like a warm blanket. “He wants to meet me somewhere,” She whispered, feeling a giddiness rise within her. She tried to squash it, to push it down. It was the same giddiness she felt when he had smiled at her in the hallways back in their school years. “He probably wants to catch up some more, that’s all,” She told herself, rising from the couch once again to make her way over to the writing desk by the open window. “I would love to go to The Leaky Cauldron, but Draco would never give me money if he knew I was meeting Fred there, best go to his apartment I guess.” 

  She sat Fred’s letter off to the side, noticing a scrawl on the back of the parchment, making her flip it over. 

  P.S., This is Earl the Tawny owl, George and I’s owl for the apartment. He took quite a liking to Carina, I think they are quite good friends already. 

  Shaking her head, she glanced up at the two owls sitting calmly on the perch, tilting their heads at each other. “Earl, nice to meet you.” She nodded at the light brown owl. Earl looked towards her, clicking as if returning the greeting. Nodding, Y/N grabbed a piece of clean parchment and an envelope, plucking the quill from the desktop and uncapping the inkpot. Dipping the end of the quill in, she wiped the access along the lip of the bottle, a bit of black ink rolling down the side of the jar. The quill scratched on the parchment as she elegantly wrote a greeting to Fred, a soft smile on her face as she wrote. 

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  The next day at eleven, Y/N wandered into the Twin’s shop, spotting Fred right away. Standing behind the counter, he slid a big bag of products across the counter to a tired-looking man. Her feet easily made their way towards the tall ginger, the same soft smile that she usually wore around Fred taking its place on her face. The man walked past her, the strangers sharing a greeting nod in passing. “Eleven o’clock right on the dot,” Fred commented, stepping out from around the cash, showing Y/N his deep purple suit. “Always so punctual.” He teased, crossing his arms over his chest. 

  “One of us has to be, and it’s certainly not going to be you, now is it?” She teased back, pushing the thoughts of how good Fred looked in deep purple. Fred chuckled at that, nodding in agreement. 

  “Too true, Y/N/N,” He shook his head gently, nodding his head in the direction of his apartment. “Come on, I’ve got something to show you.” He told her, turning on his heel and striding towards the stairs. Y/N followed after him, taking the shop and its contents in as she passed shelves practically bursting with all the Twin’s inventions on them. 

  “Should I be scared? You’re not going to try and test a product out on me like when we were in school, are you?” She posed the question nervously, eyeing Fred’s back as they climbed the stairs to get to the apartment door. Fred let out another barking laugh, glancing back at her to throw her a wink that made her knees nearly give out from under her. 

  “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” He teased, not easing any of Y/N’s nerves. Even while she was nervous, she still felt the ease of calmness Fred’s presence cast over her. Fred opened the door, stepping out of the way to let her through first. The small apartment greeted her for the second time. Though it was crowded with furniture, products, and other things, she felt something she never could feel in her house. It felt warm and cozy, like a home, not just a house to sleep in. “Take a seat on the couch, I’ll get us some tea.” Fred told her, not even feeling the need to direct her to the couch. She didn’t feel like he needed to either for she already felt like she knew the space better than she knew her own house. Shedding her travelling cloak and her winter jacket, she draped them over the back of the couch, perching herself neatly on the edge of the cushion as if Lucius would pop out of nowhere and scold her for not sitting properly. 

  “So what’s this thing you need to show me so bad?” She called behind her towards Fred. She could hear the clanging and the shuffling from him in the kitchen behind her, but she couldn’t hear his reply until she heard him walking up behind her. 

  “You’ll find out in a second, but first,” He paused, setting two teacups on the coffee table in front of them. “You have to let me sit down,” He joked, lowering himself onto the couch beside her, sitting much more relaxed than she did. He took a sip of his tea, eyeing her, waiting for her to take a sip of hers. Catching is drift, she grabbed the cup, bringing it to her lips and taking a dainty sip. Nodding, he set his cup back down and reached for a bag neatly placed by the coffee table. “Happy Christmas, Y/N/N!” He smiled brightly, handing her the gift bag. She gasped, looking at it. 

  “A Christmas gift,” She asked, looking at him with wide eyes. “Fred, you shouldn’t have,” She continued, but he brushed her off, placing it in her lap insistently. “But I can’t get you anything in return, Draco won’t let me.” She pointed out sorrowfully, playing with the bit of tissue paper sticking out of the bag. 

  “Nonsense,” Fred waved his hand in the air before pointing at the bag. “Your reaction to this gift is enough for me,” He insisted. “Now open it or I will open it for you.” With a sigh, she pulled the tissue paper out of the bag, gasping when she saw what was settled at the bottom of it. Looking over at Fred with wide eyes, she looked for a way to know that it was actually what she thought it was. Fred nodded, smiling at her reaction. 

  “Fred, I-I,” She stammered, reaching in to grab the item, slowly pulling it out for them both to see. “It’s my teacup,” She breathed out in disbelief, looking at the light blue floral cup all over. “And the saucer,” She exclaimed, noticing the small plate also tucked in the bag. “I don’t know what to say, this is simply amazing,” She continued to gush, gently placing it back in the bag. “Where did you find it?” 

  “Well, I went to all the antique stores in the Alley to see which one you might have sold it to. When I did find it, they had already sold it but turns out, they sold it to Mrs. Echers from the pet shop and so I asked her if I could buy it back for you and she just gave it to me.” He retold the story. Y/N sat the bag down on the coffee table, lunging towards him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders without thinking. She was flat against him as he held his hands away from her in a stunned shock before he let his arms loop around her waist, holding her to him tighter, his eyes closing at the feeling of her warmth. 

  It was the explosions of mini fireworks under the skin of her lower back where his hands rested that pulled her back to reality and caused her to pull away, remembering that she shouldn’t be holding someone like that when she was engaged. “But, I can’t keep it, Draco and Lucius would never let me bring this into the house.” She remembered sadly. For a moment, she felt like she was free from the weight on her chest, free from this marriage that she and Draco clearly didn’t want. 

  “I know,” Fred told her, a smirk playing on his beckoning lips. “That’s why I think you should leave it here. You can come over for tea when Draco is at work and you can use it here. Whenever you like,” He suggested, snatching the bag from the table and walking over into the kitchen. Y/N stood, following him. Her heels clicked against the floor of the apartment, not having the same empty echo they did on the floors of the mansion. “That way, we won’t lose touch with each other again.” Fred pointed out, taking the cup and the saucer, placing it in the cubert with their other teacups. 

  “I wouldn’t mind that,” She admitted, looking down at her feet as Fred turned to face her, the cubert door closing quietly. He gazed down at her, noticing the faint blush that appeared on her cheeks and nose. “I’ve missed talking to you.” She finally looked up at him when she was sure the rosy colour had faded, but her cheeks burned once again when she saw him gazing at her like that. 

  “I missed talking to you too.” He whispered. She was so wrapped up in the realization of how easy it was to talk to him, how easy it was for the pain and the stress from her life to fit in his hand as he relieved it from bearing down on her. It frightened her, but she couldn’t stop. She knew full well that she was falling for Fred Weasley again, but despite her telling herself not to, she couldn’t help but let the butterflies flutter. While preoccupied with her thoughts, she failed to notice how they grew closer together. On some level, she was aware of it and she wanted to lean closer to him, to press her lips to his, but her rational self was oblivious. 

  Finally cluing in, her rational self made no move to move away from him was his intoxicating scent flooded her senses. His breath fanned over her face the closer they got to each other, their feet shuffling and closing the distance slowly. She didn’t want to stop this. She wanted to do it even though she knew it was wrong. “Hey, Fred! You gotta come back down, we’re swamped-” George barged into the apartment. Y/N and Fred jumped, but they barely moved apart, their shocked faces only turning to look at the intrusion. “Oh, hello, Y/N, how’s Malfoy?” George wondered, having heard about her engagement from Fred. 

  “Uh, he’s, uh, good,” She nodded, her eyes darting around in panic. “He’s busy at work, but we think that will clear up after the holidays.” She sputtered nervously, stepping away from Fred hurriedly, coming back to her senses. 

  “Did you have something in your eye?” George wondered, watching her scramble towards the couch and grab her coat, pulling it on frantically. 

  “I’m sorry?” She blinked. 

  “Did you have something in your eye, was that why you guys were standing so close when I came in?”

  “Oh, uh, yeah,” She nodded, throwing her travelling coat over her arm and grabbing her bag. “I better go and let you guys get back to work.” She smiled towards Fred sadly, not actually looking at him. 

  “No, Y/N, you can stay, it won’t take long, we can have the rest of our tea when I come back.” Fred pleaded, not wanting her to leave. She shook her head, rushing towards the door. 

  “No, no, it’s alright, I have things to tend to at the house anyway. I’ll send you a letter, Fred.” With that, she escaped out the door, leaving a defeated Fred and a confused George behind. 

  Later that night, laying in the large bed, staring up at the silver moonlight lighting up part of the ceiling, she couldn’t help but think about Fred. Think about how it would feel for him to hold her as they fell asleep, think about how it would feel to kiss him, how it would feel to be wrapped up in his scent. Huffing, she turned her head, spying the dark figure of Draco laying next to her, his back to her. Even in the already large bed, she felt cramped laying next to him, but she also felt lightyears away from him. Sighing, she turned her eyes back to the glowing ceiling, her mind unable to stop thinking about Fred. She had tried so hard not to let him into her heart, not to let him plant himself into her perfectly laid plans, but here he was, slowly climbing up her tower like ivy, almost reaching her. 

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   It had been weeks since the incident, and though Y/N had been around Fred, she hadn’t let herself be expressive, instead, she pushed all her feelings to the bottom of her heart and did her best to keep them there until she left his apartment. Even with the tension, their conversations flowed smoothly. But all of those meetings were alone, there was nobody else there, just them. This one was different. This one wasn’t really even a meeting. This was the Ministry’s Christmas party. Y/N was forced to go because of her Fiancé and her future father-in-law both worked with the Ministry. Fred had to go because his father and his brother worked there. The small bit of knowledge that Fred was going to be there both excited and scared her. 

  His presence at the party was part of the reason she chose to wear this green, wrap dress with the thin straps, and sweetheart neckline. She looked amazing in it and felt amazing in it. She wanted to feel wanted and Fred was the only one she wanted to feel that from. Draco had barely looked at her when she finally descended from the grand staircase in their mansion, too busy talking to his father about how to act at this party. Draco’s hand on her lower-back didn’t ignite the little fireworks that Fred’s did. She didn’t have the same tingling spreading through her body as she did when Fred touched her. Her thoughts weren’t clouded like they were with Fred. 

  Even before they left the mansion, Y/N found herself longing to have some borrowed time with Fred. She wanted to sneak away with him, seeking the relief he brought her. When they finally arrived at the party and she spotted him across the room, his eyes already on her from the second she stepped into the room, that feeling only intensified. Draco, her Fiancé, was standing right next to her. She should have wanted to have his eyes on her, to feel his touch, to stare into his eyes, but she only wanted Fred. She wanted his eyes on her, she wanted to feel his hands on her lower back, she wanted to stare into his eyes. He had consumed her finally, his ivy growing to cover her tower, reaching inside to save her from her isolation. 

  “Yes, Y/N and I are still planning our wedding. I’ve just been so busy with work that I haven’t had much time to work out a budget for her and mother to work with,” Draco was locked in a conversation with some old Ministry official, a conversation that Y/N took no part in. Instead, her eyes were locked on Fred across the room, watching as he talked with his twin, sipping at his champagne fluke. “What season were you thinking of having the wedding, Y/N?” Draco asked her, pulling her from her daydream. 

  She pulled her eyes away from Fred, looking between the man and Draco, Lucius glaring at her subtlety as if to warn her not to mess up. “I was thinking of a spring wedding-”

  “A spring wedding,” Lucius repeated in an outcry. “You cannot have a spring wedding. There is mud all over the place. It’s a mess!” 

  “Yeah, I forgot. Maybe a summertime wedding would be better.” She corrected herself, taking a sip of her fluke. 

  “Summer weddings are amazing, but they get fairly warm so it would have to be an outdoor wedding,” The man nodded along. “But that doesn’t matter as long as you two are married and start having babies, that’s the main thing, right Lucius?” He exclaimed loudly making Y/N nearly choke on her champagne. The man’s exclamation gained Fred’s attention, making him look over at the group. He saw Malfoy’s arm around her waist, looking rather limp. It was as if he didn’t want to touch her. Y/N on the other hand looked like she wanted to escape his hold and escape this party in general, but she plastered on a fake smile and powered on. 

  “If you would all excuse me, I have to go powder my nose.” She wiggled out of Draco’s hold, none of them protesting her exit. Setting her champagne down, she exited the main ballroom, wandering through the empty halls, trying to get as far away from the party as she could. She failed to notice Fred following her in a distance, glancing behind him to make sure that nobody noticed or was following him. The slapping of dress shoes interrupted the clicks on her heels, startling her. Scared that it was Draco, she held her breath as she turned around, being pleasantly shocked when she saw Fred running towards her. 

  She stood there, shocked as he closed in on her, stopping in front of her as he panted slightly. “Hi.” He smiled down at her, breathless and still looking amazing in his black dress robes. 

  “Hi.” She said, equally as breathless just by looking at him. 

  “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t not tell you how great you look tonight, it just wouldn’t be right if you didn’t hear that,” He told her bashfully, stepping closer to her. “And that I missed you.” 

  She took a step back to create distance between them. “I missed you too, but we can’t do this here, what if Draco or Lucius saw? I would never be able to see you if they saw us.” She worried, looking down the vast hall towards where the party was, not seeing anyone. She let out a breath, looking back to Fred, their eyes connecting and her falling under his spell yet again. 

  “Why would that matter, we’re just friends catching up.” He asked. 

  “You know that we’re not just friends talking,” Y/N insisted, shaking her head. Fred bowed his head, licking his lips as he nodded, figuring that she would have brought this up sooner or later. “My life is a bloody fire and you’re the one who started it! I would have been fine being forced into this marriage, not knowing if there actually was someone out there for me to love and to love me, but then you reenter my life and that just shatters everything because no matter how hard I tried to fight this, you managed to plant yourself into my life.” She ranted, her chest heaving up and down as she started to panic, having just confessed that she loved Fred. She hadn’t even come to terms with that, let alone think about telling him that. 

  “And you think I wanted to do that? You think I wanted to fall in love with the woman who was already promised to another bloke? My feelings for you had never gone away and when I found out that you were engaged, it broke me, but I would rather you be in my life married to another than not be in my life at all. You think you’re the one with the problem? Think about how I feel, the woman I love is going to get married to another man and I can’t do anything about that-” 

  “Tell me to run.” She interrupted him, catching him off guard. 

  “What?” He blinked. 

  “Tell me to run,” She repeated. “If you tell me to run, I will leave Draco, leave the engagement and be with you, but I won’t go if there isn’t a chance of us being together because you’re it for me, Fred. You are the one I love, the only one I love.” She expressed, waiting impatiently for him to speak. 

  “I-I-” 

  “Fred, if you don’t tell me to run, I can’t leave. You’ll have to watch me become a Malfoy, watch me drink my husband’s wine like the doting wife I would have to be, watch me be by his side and bear his children. If I told him that I loved another, his father would destroy my house, destroy my family, destroy my owl again, destroy me. He would burn everything to the ground, but if I leave and be with you, I would have the courage to leave. But if you don’t tell me to run, then I will stay right where I am.” 

  Suddenly, his lips were on hers, moving passionately, their eyes closing as his tongue darted into her mouth. Pressing her against the cold stone wall, she slung her arms around his neck, pressing herself to him, her lips moving hungrily in time with his. Wedging his leg between her legs, she hiked her leg up to his hip. Her buttery smooth, dark red lipstick smudged against his lips and face as they lost themselves in each other, finally subcombing to their desires. She pulled away, panting, her head resting against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist as she struggled to reach the ground due to his height. “So, was that you telling me to run?” She whispered, her eyes dancing between his as she waited for his answer. 

  “That was me telling you to run.” He confirmed, smiling down at her. She beamed, her fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. 

  “Then let’s run and get my stuff out of that place before Lucius can even think about ruining it.” She smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to Fred’s lips. 

  “But, what about Draco?” 

  “I’ll take care of that later, first, let’s get me out of that house.” With that, they pulled apart, Fred setting her gently on the ground before taking off down the hall towards the floo networks, their hands connected and wild laughs echoing off the walls around them.

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Sorry for what?

You’re just Harry’s manager, and ignoring the fact that he’s been in love with you since day one, he accepts that. Of course, that doesn’t mean he will always accept that. When he invites you to spend the weekend at his family’s home in the countryside, you surprisingly accepts.

Featuring miscommunications, skinny-dipping, and heartbreak. A story told in three parts.

INTRO

There were a lot of things that one might love about being Harry’s assistant. He was incredibly kind, for one, and that was more rare than one might suppose in the entertainment industry, and it was a true joy to watch his talent and creativity at play even when he was only singing in the car on the way to an event or planning out his wardrobe, and there was nothing quite like his dry wit that seemed to make him near friends with even those he met in passing.

On the other hand, there were many things that one found to be truly infuriating about being Harry’s assistant. For example, he nearly never followed any type of schedule that any one would diligently craft and create by means of endless emails and tireless phone calls. Nor did he adhere to any of the rules that governed most manager/client relations. He hated being called Mr. Styles, and refused to allow anyone to wait on him, and there were few times when he ever saw a manager as anything less than a friend with a knack for organization. Additionally, he seemed to find an irritating amount of pleasure in peevishly vexing his managers on just that fact - pushing the boundaries of a professional relationship and of a schedule.

So, why exactly were you trying to convince yourself that you weren’t falling in love?

ONE

Most of your conversations began like this:

“Mr. Styles, are you even listening to me?” you demanded, glancing up from where you were buried in his email.

“Hmmmm?”

“Really? Why do I even bother?”

“Sorry,” he muttered. “There’s just this melody that’s been on my mind all week, and I can’t seem to get it worked out. Go on, though.”

How could his carefree charm be what made him universally adored and completely baffling?

“I can pencil us in for later tonight? Perhaps, after dinner with your mum we can -”

Harry interrupted, “Don’t even finish that thought. I’m all yours.”

You leveled him with an appraising look, but his face was nothing but sincere. He even planted both feet solidly on the floor, leaned forward in the chair across the desk from you, and ran one big palm over his late afternoon scruff in pensive attention. You nodded and scrolled back to the first email on your agenda to begin again. In his attempt to show you his focus, he found himself studying the rise and fall of your chest, and the flutter of your eyelashes against the softness of your skin, and even the movement of your lips as you intently read through his agenda.  

Suddenly, as Harry had found to be the case as of late, all he could process were your lips. Their color, their shape, your habit of biting at them with just the very tip of your teeth when you were focused. And just now, in the way you sucked your bottom lip in when you were nervous.

Harry snapped his eyes up to find you staring at him questioningly.

“Is everything okay, Mr. Styles?” you asked softly, trying to ignore the faint heat creeping up your neck at his complete attention.

“Yes,” he blurted out, deciding that he needed to do something, go somewhere, get away. He needed to do anything but be in this room any longer with you. Otherwise, he was afraid of what would happen. He had been burning for you ever since he had first interviewed you all those months ago, but suddenly the fire had inflamed every part of him. If he didn’t do something - and quick - he was going to do something he was sure would end in regret.

Of course, the minute he had spotted you, he had determined, assumed, promised to make you his. Despite your repeated refusals and annoying reminders that it wasn’t an appropriate relationship to have between a manager and client - a romantic one. He only viewed those as mere bumps in what he was sure you would make a very long journey towards dating, marriage, and everlasting bliss. Nonetheless, Harry certainly wasn’t going to begin it all in his family home with his mum and sister on the other side of the wall.

“It’s fine - yes - We will do that then.”

You looked at him strangely, standing up to watch as he shuffled about the room in an agitated search.

“Are you alright, Mr. Styles? Is there something I can -”

“It’s Harry,” he spat tersely for what must’ve been the hundredth time. “I just remembered that I have a meeting - er - not a meeting, but a call I was meant to take.”

“That’s odd...I don’t remember scheduling one.” You raised an eyebrow in question and flipped through his planner. “There’s nothing down for -”

“Yes, well, that’s because I forgot to tell you.”

He was uprooting carefully organized papers and shoving pillows and cushions to the floor in the study that you had been using as an office over the last week. It was so unlike him to behave so...so flustered. You were used to Harry always full of charm, and irritatingly suave, and you were the fumbling and agitated one in the relationship - not him.

“Here,” you held out his mobile, your eyebrow still raised in confusion but your lips were twisted with some mix of amusement and concern. “What do I always tell you about scheduling things with me? You’re a wandering soul, Harry. It’s best to have someone to ground you - like me.” You held up your pencil, always tucked behind your ear, and made a show of scheduling down his phone call in a planner.

He watched as your long, bouncy hair fell to cover your face as you leaned over the table to write. He wondered if you would like him to gather it all at the base of your neck, knot it up, and pull as he took you from behind.

When you looked up, the irritation was clear on Harry’s face. He scowled, “Yes, and what would I do without you? Now privacy, please.”

“You don’t need me to take notes?”

“I will remember any dates decided upon,” he growled, ushering you to the door, and forgetting that there was never a call to take place once you left anyway.

“Fine. I was going to go through some proposals anyway,” you waved a casual hand through the air. “Just text me if you need anything. I will hurry back and -”

“You’re officially off the clock,” he spat with more venom than he intended.

“Yes, but, as your manager, I am always-”

“No, you’re not. Right now, you’re officially not,” he interrupted. His nostrils flared and you could see a vein had risen in his neck.

“I didn’t mean to anger you. I only meant -”

“I know what you meant, and I will not continue to remind you that you’re my manager and my friend. Not particularly in that order.” It took everything within him to not wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. Perhaps, if his words had yet to make you realise, then a more direct, more forward approach would be effective. “That is the nature of our relationship, and if you don’t see it that way, then maybe it’s time we made a change.”

You could feel your heart thumping in your chest heavily at the fire in his eyes and the harsh tone of his words. Your eyelashes fluttered close when you were finally able to pull your eyes away from his. Because you did not trust yourself to speak - and did not truthfully know what to say regardless - you nodded and left.

TWO

The minute you were gone, Harry threw his phone on the desk and roughly picked the pillows from the floor and replaced them on the sofa. He should never have invited you here. He ached for you, and he had known it, denied it, suppressed it for some time. You had brushed off all his flirting and advances with cutting remarks or a swat of the hand, but you had also ducked your head to cover a blush, and covered your coy smile with a planner or a pile of notes, and you were here with him this weekend. This weekend trip alone was enough to blur the lines, and yet here you were, laughing at dinner, and helping his mum in the kitchen, and even giggling in the bathroom brushing your teeth with Gemma.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned, feeling a burning in his chest that was quickly perking up other parts of his body. He couldn’t sleep knowing you were only a door down from him. Even when he did make it through a night with even a bit of fitful sleep, he still had to swallow the lump in his throat as he met you in the hall in the morning. He had never seen you so undone - messy hair, pajamas, and glasses, and all, and now he wasn’t sure how he was to go back.

He looked out the window, checking the drive and saw only his car. Good. His family had all left.

“Where did I put that?” Harry searched through a pile of clothing that had collected in the corner until he found a jacket. He shoved on his boots and decided there was no place like home - in the country, away from the city, and with that delectable lake just a mile north of the house. He stomped out of the room, sharply turned down the hall, swept through the back exit, and headed straight toward the spot where he had traveled often as a boy.

It was time for a swim.

*****

“If he wanted me gone, then he could’ve very well just said so,” you muttered, as you stormed into the bedroom you were staying in and threw open the wardrobe. You were one to always neatly fold, organize, and write out exactly what had been packed and where. However, you were so angry you just grabbed handfuls of clothing, and toiletries, and electronics and stuffed them into your suitcase. 

Organization be damned; apparently, it wasn’t much appreciated anyway. You jumped when you heard a door loudly slam shut. Glaring out the window, you watched Harry stomping away in big, rubber boots into the woods.

You cursed him and continued to zip up your suitcase.

He couldn’t, or wouldn't, ever understand why you so adamantly drew a line on your relationship with him. He didn’t understand the presumption around female managers with male clients. There were always rumors, and whispers, and even the occasional tabloid accusing him of dating a “mystery” woman. You worked twice as hard to maintain a professional relationship because everyone else worked to attribute your every achievement to some imagined sexual favor or romantic romp. If you were to begin dating Harry, then all you would ever be is the flimsy who got into management to bed a popstar.

It didn’t matter that you thought you might love him. Aside from the fact of Harry’s entire celebrity, he could truthfully have any beautiful, talented person he wanted. And, to be fair, he often did.

The idea of being his fling was more painful than not having him at all. Besides, you weren’t cut out for his life forever. You liked it here, in the countryside of Cheshire. You preferred the quiet, the slowness. As soon as you and Harry parted ways, you knew that you would go somewhere just like this. Harry had paid you more than generously, and you had investments, and family inheritance, too. So, you’d leave the city after Harry, find some other career to occupy your time, and reside in the quietness and obscurity of the countryside.

You did one last sweep through your room, you didn’t want to leave anything behind. If Harry was done with you, then you’d make sure you were done with him, too. You fished through your bag, searching for the keys.

“Christ,” you groaned, realising that Harry had been the last one to use the car. While you always told him to put the keys in the same place, better for knowing where they always were, he was more apt to throw them on some random table, stuff them in his pockets, or God knows where else.

You glanced out the window, wondering how difficult it would be to break in. It was a rather unassuming car, but you were sure that didn’t matter when it came to you trying to break into it. Since it was the countryside, you knew there would be no neighbors to report you, but you weren’t sure you could suffer the humiliation of Harry walking back to find you with a coat hanger snagged through his driver’s side window.

“I’m not going to wait here forever,” you muttered bitterly. Now that you had decided to leave, there was no point in delaying it any further. You stormed from the room, luggage in tow, and shamelessly stalked into Harry’s room to overturn his desk, abandoned clothes, and even the bed. Even the kitchen, dining room, and living room tables were devoid of your escape.

You huffed. Staring out the window as if it might hold your answer and then, you realised, that it did. Harry must’ve taken the keys with him. You paused, frowning thoughtfully as you stared out at where he had disappeared behind the late spring trees, and then abruptly decided fresh air was exactly what you needed.

THREE

Through the tall grass, around tree stumps, and brambles, and mud, of course there was always mud, you stomped a path that vaguely seemed to be in the direction Harry had wandered. According to your phone compass, you were headed north. Although, that meant little to you, but it did seem to offer an ounce of comfort. You had all the confidence in the world to wander into the woods during the late afternoon on a warm spring day, your assuredness on your return home was slightly more concerning.

The cheerfulness of your surroundings did little to lessen the temper that had only seemed to grow since Harry had shoved you out of his room. You had never planned to work for Harry forever, but you’d also never imagined such a short lived relationship or an abrupt end to it at that.

Just through the last clearing of trees, you could see the blue of water and within fifteen minutes of walking you were just toeing up to the edge of a sprawling lake. Harry had told you about the lake at least a dozen times before, and you knew that this is what you had been searching for all along. He had spent his summers here with his mates, swimming, and fishing, and even occasionally swooning some young girl.  

But as you just began scanning the coast for some sign of him, you heard a splash and, as you whipped around to determine the noise, you saw the strong, naked back of a man in the water just to your right. He had just come up from being submerged, flicked his head back, and was running his large hands through his hair to shake out some of the wetness.

Harry. Oh Christ, it was Harry, and he was naked.

With a surprised gasp, you dashed backwards to hide behind a tree. After freezing in shock, you peeked once more to see him moving even closer to you, and, as your eyes scanned the shore, you found a scattering of clothes just on the other side of your hiding spot.

“Shit,” you croaked quietly, cursing your luck, and slamming your hand over your eyes to make sense of the predicament you had so suddenly found yourself in. Harry had always had a fondness for skinny dipping, you’re sure he even mentioned it in your first interview, but it had never crossed your mind that you might even see him while he was skinny dipping.  

And you should go. Not only was it strictly against your moral code as a manager, but he was naked, and completely unaware of your presence. It was wrong. Wrong. Yet, you found yourself peeking just ever so slightly until you could see Harry’s strong, muscled torso drifting through the water. Even if he just moved up shore a few more inches you were sure you might catch a glimpse of -

Wrong. You turned back around, took a deep breath, and decided that you would tiptoe forward carefully, quietly back to the house. With a deep breath, you gently pressed down for your first step and immediately heard a loud crack as a stick split underneath your weight. In all your panic and anxiety, you threw yourself to the ground, mud be damned, and lay there frozen.

For a second, all you could hear was the beating of your heart and the harsh sounds of your pants against the woodsy floor. 

Finally, Harry yelled, “Is someone there?” 

You didn’t move a muscle, and you didn’t dare respond.

Harry scanned the coast, waiting to see a camera, or some giddy teen, or even some giddy teen’s mother. It was private property, but Harry had quickly learned how little that mattered to curious onlookers. However, he looked and he saw nothing. Then, he saw just a sliver of shiny hair against the dark greens and browns of the woods.

“I can see you, you know. I know it’s you.”

You gasped, cursed into the mud, and then scrambled to your feet deciding your best chance was to run home, change your clothes, and deny, deny, deny.

“Don’t you dare,” Harry yelled, forcing you to freeze with your knees bent and ready. “If you try and run home, then I will just chase after you. I know the path better than you, I am faster, and I will not bother to dress, but please do not test me.”

You stood, still weighing your options. You were terrible at sport, but you were desperate and that had to put you at somewhat of an advantage.

“Stop hiding. Come out,” he ordered.

You didn’t even breathe.

“Now,” he warned. “Three, two -”

You paused, cherishing the last moments of what you had planned to be a dignified leave of employment, and then shuffled out until you were standing right near Harry’s abandoned pile of clothes. If you were any redder, then one might have mistaken you for a rose bush in the woods.

“Why are you out here?”

You flapped your hands at your side, hoping that would suffice for an answer. Harry just crossed his arms over his wet torso and glared at you.

“Well, I can’t very well leave without the keys. Can I?” Harry looked ready to storm out the water and tackle you, but you continued. “I saw you leave earlier and I figured I might as well follow to ask for the keys. Of course, I would have someone return your car back to town. It was, you, after all that insisted on driving together.” You flushed even more as Harry glowered at you. “I didn’t have any idea you would be out here swimming. How was I to ever guess that you would be in the water like - like that?”

He didn’t address your accusation. “Did you follow me here?”

“Yes, of course, I did because -” As his face split into an arrogant smile, you stammered, “Oh! Don’t be ridiculous. Not like that. Had I known that you were going to be naked, then I never would’ve come.”

He rolled his eyes, but there was still a condescending smile lacing his mouth.

“I will just go back now,” you blurted, turning your back and taking one grateful step away from his nakedness before he stopped you. “I will just order a cab once I -”

“Don’t move,” he growled. “Stay just like that, and I will put my clothes on so we can walk home together.” You could hear him walking out of the water and it was so like him to have no shame about the whole thing. “Besides you don’t even know these woods; it was dangerous for you to have come so far in the first place.” He ignored your irritated sigh and continued the lecture. “Don’t you know how easy it is to lose your sense of direction? The sun will set in probably an hour, and then who knows how lost you might find yourself?”

You hung your head, trying to ignore the rough tone of his voice, and the irritating line of scolding, and just how close his naked body was to you. If you even just turned one shoulder slightly, then you were almost certain to catch a glimpse of-

“I’ll just go now,” you shouted, interrupting what you realized was his continued lecture. You were desperate to get away before you ruined everything even more. With just the slightest turn of your head, you knew he would see it all in your eyes - that you had fallen for him. You staggered forward, “Really it’s no problem.”

A sharp tug on your elbow quickly pulled you back.

“I��m not in the mood to argue with you, and I”m even less in the mood to spend the afternoon tracking you down in the woods.”

“I’m no longer your manager, and I am no longer your concern,” you huffed and ripped your elbow out of his hold.

“If you take another step,” he threatened. “Then I will toss you in the lake and throw my keys in after that.”

He was still shirtless, and it only made the angry rise and fall of his chest all the more menacing. Harry was not often intimidating, but those who often were not made it all the more effective when they were.  

“Fine,” you yelled petulantly turning your back on him again as he slipped back into the carefully careless facade that always seemed to paint his face. He was infuriating, and charming, and arrogant, and kind, and you were thankful, at least, that your face was hidden because you were sure even your ears were red by now.

Without so much as a word, he brushed by your side, grabbing a handful of your sleeve, and tugging you along behind him. His hair was dripping down his neck and there were splotches where his clothes were sticking to his wet body.

After a silent minute of allowing him to drag you behind him, you abruptly stopped and tore yourself from his hold for the second time that afternoon.

“I can walk on my own,” you muttered. “Why didn’t you just let me walk home in the first place?”

He shrugged, “Peeping Toms can hardly be trusted.”

“I was not peeping.”

He just raised an eyebrow and then finally took you by the elbow again when you gasped like a fish to find a proper excuse.

“Exactly,” he murmured, pulling you up slightly as you stumbled over a root. “I don’t know how you went about spying on your previous clients, but it’s the one firm rule I have - respect my privacy.” He somehow managed to look both deadly serious and irritatingly amused as he looked back at you.

“Yes, I certainly know that.” You agreed miserably. As you trudged through the forest, it became clear as to how he must see this. He had wanted you gone and instead you had followed him out into his private woods and leered at him in secret until you had been caught. You had never felt so ashamed in your entire life. Oh, you were miserable.

“If you want,” you offered meekly. “I can get a cab right away. I won’t bother with your car. It was too much for me to assume it anyways, so there won’t be -”

You smashed into Harry’s back as he suddenly stopped, the anger returning to his face in a flash. It was amazing how quickly he changed from pleasantly amused and cocky to enraged. “You’re not quitting.”

You looked at him in confusion, and then it dawned on you how stupid you must’ve sounded. “No, of course not. I understand that. I am just - If you want to fire me, then I understand -”

“No, I’m not - that’s not,” Harry ran a flustered hand through his hair and looked at you in disbelief. “I’m not firing you and you’re not quitting. Absolutely not.”

“Well, I don’t know how we can continue like this.” You stared up at him in confusion. He was so close to you, and his hand was still wrapped around your elbow. The heat of his body was warming your own and the faintest wisp of his breath could be felt upon your forehead.

His eyes glared down at you - angry and sparkling with something else you couldn’t quite place. If only he could see all that hid behind yours. The desire for him and the foolish knowledge that it could never be him. Not for you and certainly not for him. And his lips, his lips were pink, and parted, and saying something, something -

“I’m going to kiss you,” Harry muttered before he pulled you tight against his body and at first his touch was hesitant and calculating, but as you leaned into him he became more needy.

You should have turned away. Hell, you should have turned and sprinted back to the house, grabbed your luggage, and scurried to town. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but stay rooted to the spot, soaking in his smell, and breath, and touch.

You gasped as his hand at the small of his back pulled you in desperately close to his body. You could feel the strong lines of his stomach against your own and you flushed as you felt his need pressed up hard against you.

He became more demanding, and you melted into his touch. He took advantage of your responsiveness, running his hands over your body, just barely knotting his fingers on your hair, and ghosting over the swell of your breast until your knees felt shaky.

“We can’t.” You mumbled, but Harry was too far gone to hear it. “This is too much, Harry.”

Still, you didn’t push him away, you didn’t reel back from his touch or turn away from his sultry lips.

“Mr. Styles?” you breathed out in desperation.

Then he did it for you. As if you were suddenly burning him, he wrenched himself back and you fell out of his hold. He stared at you, his eyes searching and intense. His breath was still heaving and his lips just slightly swollen by your touch.

You tore your eyes away from him, regretting you had done anything but run away after all.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

He just watched you, saying nothing.

You were desperate to explain yourself, but you didn’t even have a semblance of how to begin. “I can’t, Mr. Styles,” his eyes flashed in anger. “This isn’t...We shouldn’t - I…”

“Fine,” he bit off, ripping his eyes away from you. “Then go. Now. Go.”

He reached into his pocket, grabbed a set of keys and held them out.

You hesitated, but he roughly grabbed your arm and shoved them into your palm.

They felt heavy and hot in your hand, like perhaps it was his heart or yours instead of a cold, tiny piece of metal.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed again, reaching out to him but he flinched back from you.

He shrugged off his reaction, masterfully shifting back to the careless, grinning Harry. Then, he added dismissively, “For what?”

You ran then. You ran back to the house, and then to the car, and then all the way back home to London. And from there you sent an official resignation, listed your London home, and promptly enlisted a realtor to find you a home in the countryside before the the next week had even begun. By the middle of the next week, you were living out of boxes and dipping out for a run to the coffee shop whenever a potential buyer came by to look. 

And the whole time all you could think about were his last words - so scathing, so careless, and, most painful of all, so true. Did Harry really not know what you had been apologizing for? And as you spent the week imagining your house in the country, and the hours you’d spend wandering the woods, and leisurely watching the days drift away, you wondered if you had known, either.

[part two]

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Here’s my fic :)

" Your still at it? Work ended hours ago come sit with me.", he whined.

Draco barely looked up from his paper, giving a half hearted answer. " Give me a few more minutes...", he said tapping away at the edge of his desk.

" Come onnn. We work all day lets relax a bit.", Harry sat up a bit growing more passionate.

Draco rolled his eyes. " Well I do atleast, you think being an Auror is easy"

" No of course not I know that its just - " Harry was interrupted by a loud growl emanating from his stomach.

" Hungry?", Draco teased. " You just had a snack a few minutes ago didnt you?", he watched his partners facial expression change from uncomfortable to mischievous as he cocked his leg to the side and let out a bubbly, barely audible fart.

"Nope.", Harry said smuggly.

" Thats digusting Harry.", he complained burying his head in his stack of papers.

" Yep, bet you cant do better.", Harry challenged him. He had no doubt in his mind that Draco could do better, he just wanted to see him try. He knew for a fact that Draco held his farts in all day long and work. AND he also knew that Draco hated farting infront of him, so much so that his ass sounded like trumpeter all night.

"I CAN do better, I just have some dignity unlike -", he was cut off by the sound of another one of harrys farts. This one was louder and tempered of at the end, like it was running out of air.

" All im gathering is that you couldnt." Harry pushed.

Draco spinned around in his chair to face Harry. " You know what..." he said deciding that besting harry is more valuable than his dignity. He lifted his ass slightly from his soft leather chair, casually assaulting its seat with his foul wind.

PRRRPPT!

Harry smirked, revelling at the fact that he got Draco out of his shell.

" Weak.", he retorted. Harrys stomach muscles visibly tensed as he let out a rumbly fart.

Draco wrapped his hands around his knee, pulling it into his torso. A long bubbly fart rolled its way out of him for what felt like 10 minutes.

" Ahhh. Whos weak now." Harry walked over to Draco and took a seat on his lap.

" Still you." Harry said as he ripped one right onto Dracos unsuspecting lap.

" Your a pest, you know.", Draco couldnt help but laugh as he kissed his boyfriends cheek.

" You love me though."

" That I do"

*Thank you so much for writing me something- I loved it! 🥰 Also, fun fact: I actually wrote me own Drarry fart contest- it’s pretty epic and it’s in one of the future chapters of Pureblood Plumbling. So look forward to it 😉 If anyone else wants to write me what I requested in my pinned post, then please feel free to! I’ll reciprocate back 😘

**Also, the reason why I was able to crank out this drabble quickly was because I’ve been slowly working on it for a while now (I had a feeling someone would ask for face-farting so I had to be prepared). I’m just saying this so in case someone wants to write me something as well, most likely it’ll take me a bit longer to give you a drabble back 😅

“Ohhhh���Harry.”

Draco moaned in Harry’s mouth, their tongues sliding against one another’s, sucking as if wanting to devour the other.

Harry’s lips slowly slid away as he nibbled across Draco’s cheek and moved down to suckle at a sweet spot that Draco had on his neck, making the blonde moan even louder.

“Turn around, love.” Harry urged. Draco readily did so and Harry looked with hungry eyes as the sight of the blonde on his knees and hands, wearing nothing but his underwear, bent over so his glorious arse was facing right in front of Harry was tantalizing.

Harry, who was completely nude himself, leaned forward to give a playful bite on one of his lover’s clothed bum cheeks.

Just as he went to give the other cheek another bite, he heard Draco’s stomach give a loud growl.

All he heard was Draco’s alarmed voice saying, “Harry, wait! I’m about to-“ and suddenly a loud burst of air erupted all over Harry’s face, the earthy smell of musk mixed with rotten eggs encasing him.

Harry coughed, blinking in surprise as Draco turned around, his face red in horror.

“I’m so sorry! I don’t- I didn’t mean- oh Merlin, I knew I shouldn’t have eaten all those baked beans!” Draco stuttered, looking back and forth between Harry’s face and the door, wanting to run away and cry.

Harry stared at him with wide eyes, his mind going in circles. There was only one thought he had.

“Do it again.”

Draco froze as he looked back at Harry. “What?”

“I liked it. Do it again.” Harry repeated, almost demanded this time.

As Draco continued to look at him with eyes wide like a doe, Harry gently turned his boyfriend around and brought him back to the same position as before.

“…Harry?” He heard Draco ask hesitantly.

Harry rubbed his face over his lover’s underwear-covered bum, straying right over where his arsehole was. He reach over and splayed his hand over the other’s belly, feeling the rumbles underneath his palm.

“Just let it go, Draco. Please.” When Draco did nothing, still confused about what was going on, Harry decided to take matters into his own hands (literally) and pushed his hand right into the other’s stomach.

He heard Draco gasp and another brassy fart was let loose into Harry’s face.

Bbbbrrrrrrrrrttttttt!

They both moaned, Draco from the relief and embarrassment while Harry due to the sheer euphoria and intensity of the smell that hit him directly.

Harry continued to press down and squeeze Draco’s belly, forcing out all the gas that was trapped inside his lover to come out.

Draco’s moans were heard over and over throughout their bedroom, loud emissions from his rear end repeatedly bursting forth.

Harry’s groans were also heard, sounding almost tortured as the bubbly, almost booming sounds and the primal stench of his lover’s gas made him shiver in a mixture of delight and disgust.

At one point, Harry even lowered the blonde’s briefs and his eyes had practically burned in hot desire as he watched Draco’s hole literally open and practically shake as a large fart exited from him, the blonde’s bum shaking slightly from the power behind his fart.

It was madness.

Harry couldn’t get enough.

Harry grabbed his lover’s arse in his strong hands and shoved his nose right up his lover’s hole.

He let out another groan as Draco’s next farts went directly into his own body, the smell entering into his nostrils as he could literally feel Draco’s warm and slightly moist air hit his face, trapping him so he couldn’t escape from the other’s farts even if he wanted to.

This continued on for quite some time, the room filled with loud moaning and choking sounds as Draco continued to gas out Harry.

Finally, it seemed like Draco had finally ran out of gas- his farts getting softer and airier as they came along. Harry was fine with this since he now had time to catch his breath.

Both boys eventually shifted their bodies until they were laying down, facing one another, looking at each other with molten eyes as they panted and tried to get their heavy breathing under control, their minds still swirling from an overload of sensations.

When things had calmed down once more, Harry lazily wrapped an arm over the other while Draco curled into him cozily.

When Harry leaned forward to give Draco a kiss, Draco grimaced and leaned his face away.

“Oh no, no way am I gonna kiss you right now. Not after knowing where your face has been.” Draco pointed out, raising an eyebrow at his lover.

Harry only grinned.

They cuddled together for a bit more, both of them feeling a little shy but more accepting in what had just transpired between them.

Then another growl came from Draco’s stomach.

They both looked at each other.

“Ready for round two?” Draco asked suggestively.

Harry’s eyes glinted as he nodded.

***Goodness, I forgot how hard it was to write (kinda?) smut 😅 And godddd…writing face-farting is hard. But I hope you enjoyed this story and if you or anyone else wants to write me a fic (see pinned post above) please feel free to do so- in exchange, I’ll write you a Drarry drabble or post one of my drabbles that I have saved up from other fandoms. (But no more face-farting for the time being please- I don’t think I can write another one so soon 😆)

#Asks #Farting #HP #Harry #Draco

[wiypt-writes]

Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Chapter 4: You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till It’s Gone Part 2 Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Summary: Jake and Stella are both home for Christmas, and the annual New Year’s Party at the Jensen’s sees some unexpected guests in attendance…

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson.

TLAYLI Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 4 Part 1

Jake’s eyes were focussed on the film on the large, flat screen TV that his mom had bought his dad for Christmas. Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire was playing on the movie channel, one of his guilty pleasures. He and Stel had seen all the movies on opening night to date, the pair of them huge Potter Heads. At the other end of the couch, Britney was painting her nails a bright, glittery pink colour whilst Jensen was simply doing his best to ignore her although the fumes of the nail polish were getting right up his nostrils and making it almost impossible.

The door to the lounge clicked open and the family’s black Labrador trotted in, his tail wagging and thumping on the coffee table.

“Hey Sirius…” Jake muttered, reaching over to scratch his ear.

“Who’s serious?” Britney frowned and looked at him “What?”

At that point Gracie walked into the room and plopped down next to Jake.

“Are you being serious?” Jake looked at Britney “The dog, his name is Sirius, as in Sirius Black…from Harry Potter”

He was met with a blank look.

“The film is literally on the TV…” Jake pointed.

Another blank look.

Gracie glanced at Jake and he rolled his eyes.

“It’s a cool name. Stelly picked it.” She answered Britney.

“Stelly?”

“God, what is in that nail polish?” Jake grumbled to himself as once more he turned to look at Britney “Stella, you met her.”

“Oh the loser girl!”

“Stella isn’t a loser.” Gracie spoke again in an affronted tone just as Jane entered the lounge and crossed to sit in the armchair.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that honey.” Britney smiled. Grace looked at her, then to Jake who was doing his best not to meet his niece’s gaze as she was clearly disgusted that Britney had, in her eyes, insulted her favourite ever person.

“It was really supposed to be our dog.” Jake shrugged, trying to move her conversation on.

“Your dog?”

This time it was Jane’s turn to sigh at Britney’s dim-wittedness.

“Stella and I got him from a rescue.” Jake explained, his eyes not moving from the screen “But we couldn't take him with us when we signed up so he ended up staying here.”

“Speaking of Stel.” Jane looked at Jake “We bumped into her and Evan at the mall”

Okay, so that got his attention. His head whipped round and he frowned at his sister “Evan?”

“Yes, her boyfriend dur.” Gracie rolled her eyes.

“What’s he doing here?”

Jane smiled at Jake sympathetically “Apparently he showed up this morning, wanted to surprise her.”

“He’s coming tonight.” Gracie smiled “I invited him.”

“Great…that’s great.” Jake looked at Jane who popped her right shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Awww yeah, it'll be fun!” Britney grinned.

“You literally couldn’t remember who she was like 5 seconds ago.” Jake rolled his eyes.

“I know but then you reminded me, and when we met she seemed really nice.”

“She is,” Jane agreed “and so is Evan.”

“Yup” Grace nodded “He’s handsome and so cool. He bought me hot chocolate.”

“Handsome and cool...” Jake mocked, in a stupid, airey voice “I buy you hot chocolate all the time.”

“Yes, but not with all the toppings.” Gracie looked at him, sticking her tongue out.”

“He really is gorgeous.” Jane added and Jensen made an angry noise in his throat.

Fuck Agent Shit Name…

Gracie sniggered besides him and poked him in the ribs. “You’re jealous uncle J!”

“And you're 6. Like you know what that means.”

“I do too. It means when someone has something you want and you get upset or mad.”

Okay, so she does know what it means…

Britney laughed “Oh baby, I'm sure I can make you a hot chocolate if you really want one.”

There was a pause as everyone in the room looked at her. Jensen took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose as he screwed his eyes shut.

“He doesn’t want chocolate Britney, he wants Stel” Gracie replied.

“Oh, for f- Gracie!” Jensen glared at her as she shoved his glasses back on his face.

Terrific…this day just gets better and better

“What?” Britney frowned a little.

“Ok, Grace, come on...we need to check something.” Jane said, standing up.

“No we don’t.” Gracie frowned “You said I could watch TV when we got back to Nanny and Grandpa’s!”

“Do as your mom tells you.” Jake looked at her.

“You’re not the boss of me Uncle Jake.”

“Whatever Petunia.” Jake gently shoved her in the shoulder, pushing her up off the couch “Be gone”

“Petunia? I thought her name was Grace?” Britney looked at Jake who gave another heavy sigh.

“It is. The Petunias…you know what, forget it.”

Grace looked at Britney, as if she was trying to figure something out and then turned to Jane Mom? Why is Britney so-“ “Okay, come on…” Jane hastily cut her off “We said we’d help nanny before daddy gets here so…”

Gracie’s protests fell on deaf ears as Jane shooed her out of the room, shooting Jake another sympathetic and apologetic look.

“What did she mean you want Stella?” Britney asked.

Jake groaning, of course she hadn’t missed that bit “Who knows? Kids these days.”

“I love kids, can't wait to have my own” Britney smiled and Jake choked on air.

“Good luck with that.” He continued watching the film for another few minutes until he decided he needed another drink, and to escape the nail polish smell for a moment. “ I umm I’m gonna grab a beer, you want anything?”

“No, I’m good thanks.”

He stood up and wandered into the kitchen where his mom, Dad and Jane were all in a conversation and he had a feeling he knew what about, his suspicions confirmed when he caught what they were saying.

“You know what she told me yesterday when we met?” John arched his eyebrow “That it was funny Jake and I shared the same surname!” he shook his head “I just hope that cheesecake…” he pointed at the dish that Janet was covering in foil “…has more filling than her head because damned, you point a flashlight in her right ear it’s gonna shine right outta her left.”

At that point Jake’s mom caught sight of him and she nudged his father who looked up and round at Jake who met his eyes with a glare before he yanked open the fridge. “

“Everything alright son?”

“Ask your granddaughter.” He said simply as he popped the lid off his beer and turned back to the hall, taking a deep pull.

He let out a sigh, he had really gotten himself into a mess. He was stuck with Britney whilst he was gonna have to watch Evan and Stella all night. Terrific. Just…brilliant.  Clutching the bottle, he hovered in the door and glanced at Britney, taking a deep breath. Well, he might as well play the part he supposed, after all, she wasn’t a bad looking girl…not bad in the sheets either all things considered. Plus Pooch, Cougs and Clay were dropping in, all fancying a New Years out of their respective home towns of Springfield, Monterrey, with Clay coming from base, so there would be plenty of people to talk to.  

He knocked back another huge gulp of beer before he fixed a smile on his face and walked into the lounge. “So, Brit…” he asked, dropping on the sofa, turning to her, his trademark cheeky grin on his face “What you wearing for the party, and is it suitably tight?” ***** Pooch, Jolene, Cougar and Clay found themselves in the living room at the Jensen residency all clutching a drink and glancing at the various photos dotted around. Most of them were of more recent times, family shots but a one in particular caught Cougar’s attention and he whistled, nodding towards it. Clay smiled as he took in the shot of Jensen and Stella in their army fatigues, both at training camp. Faces dirty, rifles slung over their shoulders, huge grins on their faces.

“Oh, no, no this…this is the jackpot, right here!” Pooch grinned as he pointed to another photo next to it depicting the two the evening of their prom, taken in Stella’s back garden. "Look at Jensen in his penguin suit!"

He gave a little yell as Jolene slapped him “Don't be mean...” she looked at the photo. “Damned look at Stella's dress!”

“What about it?” Pooch looked at her.

“Nothing, it's just really nice.” She said. Cougar nodded, tipping his hat slightly in approval.

“You know, she hasn't changed a bit.” Clay smiled, looking at the photo fondly.

“Who hasn't changed a bit?” Jensen asked as he strode into the room, beer in his hand. Britney was close behind him, clutching a wine glass.

“Arty.” Clay said, nodding to the photo.

“Who’s Arty?” Britney frowned. Jensen turned to look at her, not quite sure if she was being serious or not. But, then again, knowing that her brain was basically a bag of cats, she probably was.

“Stella.” Cougar chuckled

“That’s Stella?” Britney’s eyes widened as she glanced at the picture “No wonder the girl in the photos all over your bedroom rang a bell.”

“You still have her all over your bedroom?” Pooch whispered to Jakey “And you’re sleeping with this one in there?”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jake hissed, glaring at Pooch who grinned, shrugging.

“I don’t understand?” Britney frowned “Why are there photos of her all over your room and here?”

The room fell silent and Jensen saw Pooch and Cougar exchanged a glance from the corner of their eye. Pooch looked like all his Christmases had come at once.

Fuck…

“You haven’t told her?” Clay arched an eyebrow and Jake’s attention turned to his Colonel, narrowing his eyes.

Why the fuck did I invite any of The Losers?

“Tell me what?” Britney pressed.

Or her for that matter, although technically, I didn’t…she invited herself.

Ignoring her, he took a sip of his beer trying to think of something to deflect the attention away from the impending shit storm. But Britney wasn’t for dropping it.

“Tell me what Jake?”

“Yeah, tell her what Jake?” Clay asked and Jensen growled.

“Son of a bitch…” he shook his head and turned to Britney. “Me and Stel, we used to ... date.”

“Exfil on way, strategic exit points through the front and rear doors…” Clay mumbled and both Pooch and Cougar sniggered as Britney blinked, processing the information Jake had just downloaded. As they watched, her heavily made up face set and her bright pink lips pressed together.

“Oh, I see. So that’s what Grace meant before…”

Clay, Cougar, Jolene and Pooch all looked at one another before Cougar held up his bottle of Corona.

“My beer is empty so…” he gestured to the lounge door.

“Mine too.” Clay said eagerly.

“And me.” Pooch agreed. He turned to Jolene who was glaring at him, a ‘don’t you dare leave me with them’ look on her face, so Pooch grabbed her hand and tugged her behind him, out into the hallway.  

“Just when I think he can't possibly get any dumber.” Pooch shook his head as Clay glanced back into the room where Britney and Jensen were now in quite a heated discussion.  

“Well, I think that one is on us.” He turned to the rest of the team. Cougar snorted and they all made their way into kitchen just in time to see Stella and her mom enter, followed by Evan who had been holding the door open for them. Julie beamed at Clay who gave a low chuckle and stepped forward.

“Hey Jules" he wrapped her in a warm hug “Long time no see. How you been?”

As her mom returned Clay’s greeting Stella, who wasn’t really listening as she had just seen Pooch and Cougar, grinned and pushed past. “Oh my God! You guys are here!” She gave each of the men a hug and then turned to Jolene “Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

“Hey man!” Pooch smiled as he shook Evan’s hand, the man then turning to Cougar and finally Clay who had returned to their gang.

“Good to see you all again!” Evan enthused, before he politely kissed Jolene on the cheek when Stella introduced them. She’d just turned back to the woman to ask how the wedding prep was going when she felt a tap on the shoulder. Turning, her face broke into a huge smiled as Jake’s dad beamed back at her “Hey John!"

John hugged her tightly, kissing her head. “My favourite girl, looking as gorgeous as always!”

“I heard that, Dad!” Jane scoffed as she appeared at the side of them “Fucking rude!”

“I mean my favourite non-daughter girl.” He shrugged, laughing as Jane shoved him out of the way to hug Stella and then Evan.

“Good to see you again Evan.”

“You too Jane.” He beamed, before he turned to John “You must be Mr Jensen.”

“Oh, call me John, son!” he shook his hand and Stella groaned.

“Oh my God, Ev, sorry…that was so rude...let me...where's Janet?” she began looking around and Evan chuckled, wrapping his arm round her shoulder, pulling her into him a little, her cheek pressing against his soft blue sweater.

“It’s fine, Pumpkin. Stop worrying.”

But she was worrying, well not worrying exactly, maybe flapping was a better word. She was flustered because she’d never had to really introduce her man to anyone before, as everyone knew Jake...and not to mention the party was taking place at Jake’s parents. It was a little awkward, but her and Jake were over and she wanted to remain on good terms with the family she’d basically grown up a part of. She looked around, searching for Jakes mom so she could introduce Evan and her eyes stopped on Jake and Britney as they walked into the kitchen. As Stella watched, Jake hissed something to the Blonde and Stella could tell he was pissed. She knew the look well.

As he finished saying whatever it was he was saying, he looked up and saw Stella watching. They locked eyes for a second from opposite sides of the kitchen and Stella gave him a small smile. He returned it, and then looked away as Evan slid an arm round her waist, kissing her temple. Stella grinned at Evan, then spotted Janet walking towards her.

“Oh Stella, it's so good to see you sweetheart!”

“Janet, it hasn’t been that long this time!” Stella laughed “We were at the spa like 3 days ago!”

“I know but, well, considering how much time you used to spend here it still feels strange.” Janet sighed and Stela gave her a sad smile in return.

“Well, I wouldn’t miss a Jensen New Years’ party for the world.”

Janet beamed and gently touched Stella’s cheek before she turned to Evan, smiling hugely at him. “You must be Stella’s boyfriend.” Stella groaned as Evan nodded and shook Janet’s hand politely before he kissed her cheek “God I'm so bad at this introduction crap. This is Janet, Jake’s mom.” “Yeah, I kinda figured that one out sweetheart” Evan teased and she nudged him with her elbow, causing him to laugh.

At that point Gracie skipped over, tugging at Janet’s top “Nanna, mum says that…oh!” The small girls eyes grew wide and she grinned “Evan!”

“Hey kiddo!” Evan smiled down at her as she hugged his waist. Stella glanced round to see Jake, who was stood with the rest of the losers watching with a sullen look on his face, clearly not intending on saying hi any time soon. She rolled her eyes and turned to Janet.

“Is it ok if we get a drink?”

“Stella, since when have you ever asked for anything at this house?” she admonished her “Help yourself.” She turned Evan “You too, make yourself at home.” “Thank you, Mrs Jensen. It was really kind of you to let me come”

“Oh, it’s a pleasure having you here dear. Stella is like part of this family”

Evan smiled “Yeah, she has that effect on people.”

Stella blushed a little as he dropped and arm round her shoulder, the pair of them moving to the fridge for a couple of beers before Stella suggested they go back to The Losers. Evan agreed, allowing her to lead the way, his hand dropping to the bottom of her back as they weaved through the room.

“Hi JJ.” Stella looked at Jake as they reached her teammates. “Were you planning on saying hi to us eventually?”

“Hi.” Came the curt response.

“Articulate.” Stella rolled her eyes and she turned to the blonde besides him. “Hi Britney, I don’t think you’ve met Evan have you?” she turned to Evan “Ev this is Britney, Jake’s girlfriend.” As she spoke the last word Stella’s eyes met Jake’s, a look of something that could almost pass as an apology crossed his face, but it was gone almost as soon as it had appeared.

Especially as at that point they both heard Rey’s voice across the room.

“Oh God.” Jake and Stella groaned in unison and Jake arched an eyebrow.

“Was wondering when they were gonna show up.”

“Well, they’re fashionably late. You know them!”

“Speaking of late, no sign of baby Dick yet?” Jensen asked.

“Nope. Bad PH, remember?” Stella smirked at Jensen and he grinned. There was a moment where they simply looked at one another and Stell swallowed.

“Suppose I best go… “ she jerked her head, then turned to Evan “You haven’t met Dick yet.”

“Dick?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Rey’s husband. Richard…Rick as she calls him, Rick the Dick to everyone else…well, me and Jake anyway.” She smiled at the Losers “Be right back.”

Jensen watched her go, his scanning her up and down as he noticed the back of her outfit for the first time. The tight grey sweater she was wearing had a scooped backline that dropped below her shoulder blades. Her dark, grey jeans clung to her, showing off her ass and her high heeled ankle boots accentuated her long legs. He felts a nudge to his ribs and he turned to look at Britney.

“Can I get another drink or…”

Jake took a deep breath, suddenly thinking to himself about how Stel just helped herself before he smiled. As much as she was irritating at times, Brit was sweet and he didn’t want to be cruel to her. “Sure, I’ll grab you one.” **** As with all these types of parties, the night passed in a whirl of laughter, drinks, chattering and reminiscing, although Jake made sure to avoid Stella and Evan as much as possible. Not because he wanted to but because he felt he needed to. Their exchange before had been friendly enough, and it wasn’t like they were on bad terms but he didn’t want anything to be awkward for her. Jake knew how much it meant for her to actually be in the country on New Year’s and he wasn’t going to take that away from her.

“Oh, oh…” his dad suddenly called out loudly, from where he was stood next to Jake, the entire Jensen family congregated by the fridge “We’re in the last minute guys!!” various cheers rang out across the room “Do we all have a drink? Let’s get ready!”

“Ready for what?” Britney asked. Jensen looked at her. Jesus Christ…

“For the reading of the constitution Sweetie!” John said, looking at Jake who rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.  

“It's the countdown, Brit. For New Year.”

“Oops, what am I like?” she snorted, grabbing Jake’s arm. “I guess I did it again. I’m so ditzy.”

Jensen blinked and his dad exchanged a look with Jane’s husband, Robert, the pair of them letting out huge howls of laughter.

“Oops I did it again… man…I can’t…” Robert snorted as Jane shot him a filthy look. Across from him, Janet gave John a slap round the back of the head and he let out a yell, before he turned to her and grinned.

“Oh, hit me baby, one more time” he smirked, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Robert’s howls of mirth drowned out Jensen groans, as his eyes scanned the room. Everyone was busy grabbing a glass of champagne from the side and he saw Jolene talking to Stella. As he watched Evan appeared at her side, passing her a flute of bubbles before giving her a gentle kiss. She smiled at him and then turned back to Jolene with that familiar red tinge to her cheeks that she always sported when she was flustered…or excited, Evan’s hand gently on the small of her back, hovering over the curve of her ass.  Jake felt a horrible twist in his gut at the sight of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Stella to be happy but, well, there was just something about Evan that he couldn’t quite figure out. Everyone seemed to love the bastard, hell even his own mom and sister had been waxing lyrical about him all evening, like he was perfect.

Too perfect maybe.

Once Stella, Jolene and Agent Shit Name had left the area he grabbed 2 full flutes and turned back, handing one to Britney with a forced smile, just as his dad gave another yell and the countdown started, voices chanting out across the room as Gracie started jumping and shouting

“10, 9, 8...”

Britney turned to Jake “Oh let’s make a wish!”

“It’s a New Year’s count-down.” Jake said with a sigh “You’re not blowing out candles on a birthday cake.”

“She could always blow something else and make a wish!” Robert said, winking at Jensen. Jake rolled his eyes, the dirty joke that would normally have at least raised a grin from him fell flat and Robert yelped as Jane reached up to slap him.

“7,6,5”

Across the room, Evan curled his arm round Stella’s waist and pulled her closer, bending down to whisper in her ear. “I’m so glad to be here with you tonight Pumpkin.”

Stella swallowed, his sultry voice and intoxicating cologne swamped her senses and made her head feel slightly fuzzy. Or was that the alcohol?

She turned to him, smiling “I’m glad you’re here too.”

“4.3,2,1”

Britney’s nails dug into Jake’s arm as she squealed as the countdown ended.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

She threw herself into his arms and kissed him. It was totally over the top but Jensen went with it, and then opened his eyes to glance over her shoulder and immediately wished he hadn’t as he was confronted with the sight of Evan and Stella locked in a really gentle, sweet but deep kiss. Jake had never seen another guy or man kissing her and his guts clenched as he watched.

Here they were, in the same room at NYE for the first time in years and they weren’t together. And Jensen didn’t like it, in fact he hated it. It was all wrong.

“He doesn’t want hot chocolate Britney, he want’s Stel…” Grace’s words echoed around his mind, trust a 6 year old to point out the obvious. Fuck, he did want her. He wanted her back. Real bad.

He untangled himself from Britney with the excuse of wishing everyone a Happy New Year and moved around the room, grateful to escape for a moment. He hugged Rey, shook Dick’s hand, hugged and kissed Jules and then…

“Happy New Year JJ.” Stella smiled softly at him.

He swallows, “Yeah, erm, back at ya, Stel.”

There was a pause, and it was awkward, in a way it should never have been, especially between them but eventually Jake moved forward and hugged her, closing his eyes. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding her close, breathing in the familiar smell of her perfume that she hadn’t changed in years, and it was too much. He stepped back, releasing her before he turned to Agent Shit Name and shook his hand politely. With another deep breath he turned and made his way quickly out of the kitchen and into the den at the back of the house.

He needed something stronger than beer.

He poured himself a healthy measure of his dad’s scotch and stood there, studying a few of the photos on the sideboard simply enjoying the peace, having finally shaken off Britney. Yeah, he was gonna have to put an end to that tomorrow.

Great. What a way to start the New Year off…

He stood there, lost in his own thoughts, for god knows how long, until a voice broke through the fog in his brain.

“Your father is as clueless as I am as to why you’re acting like that.”

Jensen turned to see Clay watching him and he rolled his eyes “Acting like what?” he asked, although he knew full well what Clay was going to say.

“Like a headless chicken, running around making the dumbest decisions known to man.”

Jensen groaned “I don’t need this Clay.”

“I beg to differ. Someone needs to knock some sense in you, Jensen.”

Jake sighed heavily as he shook his head, before he knocked back the scotch in his hand and reached for the bottle.

“Don’t think you’ve drunk enough?” Clay asked as Jensen shook his head, pouring himself another healthy measure.

“No, I can still see straight.”

“Jensen…”

“I need to forget Clay.” Jensen said softly, picking up the glass, his eyes on the amber liquid.

“Forget what?”

“That I love her” with a sniff Jensen knocked back the drink in one, wincing slightly before he wiped his mouth with his spare hand.

“Good luck with that.” Clay scoffed “Because the only person who’s been dumb enough to even try and deny it is you. But I got one question Jensen… why they fuck did you do your best to throw her into that guy’s arms?”

“I thought I was doing the right thing Clay, cutting her loose.” Jensen shrugged “I mean, I tried it 5 years ago and then...we just…”

“That’s not an answer.” Clay said simply.

“Look, I saw it in her eyes, when I said I got my posting overseas and we were gonna be split up.”

“Saw what?” Clay’s voice was ladled with exhasperation and Jake’s head tipped back in equal frustration as his voice rose

“Fear, Clay.” Jensen looked at him “Fear. I mean she never said it but I could tell.”

“Fear?”

“Yes, fear about what was gonna happen. She’d already lost her father, how could I ever put her through the possibility of losing someone like that again?” Jensen hung his head a little, glancing at the empty glass in his hand. Now he’d said it out loud, it sounded even dumber than it did in his head.

“Admirable, and you know what? I kinda get it bud, I do, but only one problem.”

“I know, it didn’t work.” Jensen shrugged, grabbing the bottle of whisky once more.

“No, it didn’t.” Clay looked at him, “For fucks sake Jensen, did you really think dumping her would just turn off her feelings like that?”

“Well, no, but, at at least if we weren’t together she wouldn’t have had to play the grieving partner part for so long, she would have been able to move on without feeling guilty…”

Silence fell in the room, punctuated by the sloshing of liquor hitting the crystal tumbler as once more Jensen poured himself a few fingers worth before Clay spoke once more.

“God you’re a dumbass.”

“Yeah.” Jensen nodded. “No arguments here.”

“Question is, what you gonna do about it?”

“What can I do about it?” Jensen shrugged “Looks like she finally moved on. Guess I did her a favour, huh? Left the door right open for Agent Shit Name.”

“You know, what it’s worth, as nice a guy as Evan is, I don’t think she cares for him half as much as she does you.” Clay’s tone was soft “Maybe in time she might but, well, I guess that’s up to you.”

“Me?” Jensen frowned.

“Yeah, you. And the way I see it, you got 2 choices” Clay looked at him. “You either roll over and die. Or you fight for your girl.”

Jensen sighed “She’s not my girl anymore Clay.”

“Only because you told her she isn't”

Jensen looked at him, contemplating his words and he wanted to argue back, he really did, but he couldn’t. Instead he shook his head sadly, as Clay laid a hand on his shoulder, gave it a squeeze and left.

Jensen stayed where he was for a moment before he topped his glass up and headed back into the hallway, pausing in the doorway of the kitchen. His baby blue eyes glanced around the room and stopped their roving as he saw Evan with his arm round Stel as they stood talking to Pooch and Cougar.

Fuck, Clay was right-he did have two options, and he knew which one he was choosing.

It wasn’t gonna be easy, hell, he didn’t even know if it would be possible because everyone was right, Stella and Agent Shit name really did seem good together. But one thing he did know is he could fight all day long, what did he have to lose?

Nothing, because as it stood he’d already lost it.

**** Chapter 5

#too loose and you'll lose it #jake jensen #jake jensen x ofc #jake jensen x original female character #the losers

[anythingandeverything1d]

Get Out

Your pov:

You were laying on the couch scrolling through shows on Netflix when he walked in. “How was the studio H?” You set the remote down and smiled, leaning over the back of the couch. Without saying anything, he shrugged and kept his back to you. “Did you get any recording in or did you finish any of the songs you had been working on?” Again another shrug. Normally when Harry walked in the door he was all over you. Today it seemed he couldn’t wait to get away again. “Everything okay?” Another shrug. 

Your temper was flaring. Being upset, or angry, or worried, or stressed was one thing, but ignoring someone was another. You stood up, walking over to him, taking one more deep breath, and then placing a hand on his shoulder. “Talk to me....what’s wrong?”

Harry shrugged your hand off his shoulder and turned to face you with a glare. “Why don’t you go ask Ashton.” Harry spat, walking around the kitchen island to the fridge. 

Ashton was your ex, the guy you had dated before finally realizing you had been in love with your best friend. You and him had ended things nicely and you still considered him a friend to this day. “What does Ash have to do with anything?” you asked confused.

“Ashton raves about relationship with ex (y/n) and spills how the two are in constant contact.” Harry reads aloud from an article on his phone.

“Harry that’s ridiculous I mean-”

“A source close to Ashton reveals his feelings for (y/n) have never changed. He is still in love with her and wishes that one day the two would reunite. Sources also say the two have been spotted on multiple occasions reuniting for coffee and even romantic dinners.” Your mouth was hanging open. Harry was glaring at you from across the kitchen and laughing. “So..when exactly were you going to tell me about these ‘coffee dates and romantic dinners’?”

“Babe-”

“Don’t call me babe.” Harry dropped his phone on the counter and ran his hands through his hair. “God, I’m so fucking stupid. You tell me you have work meetings in the morning and over dinner and yet here you are going on dates with your ex.”

“Harry.” You interrupted his thought. “I’m not going on dates with my ex!”

“Oh yeah? Because there are pictures included in the article (y/n)...you can’t lie anymore. You’ve been caught.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You know when you calm down and want to talk about this-”

“I don’t want to calm down. I certainly don’t want to talk to you about this. Get out.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said get out.” Harry’s nostrils were flaring and tears of frustration were forming in your eyes. “Get the fuck out of my house. I don’t let liars and cheaters stay here. Get out.” He pointed to the door and chewed your bottom lip trying to decide what to do.

“Harry...” you couldn’t help it. Your voice broke and tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Shut up. Just leave.” He turned around and walked towards his bedroom. “Don’t make me call security (y/n).” He turned to look at you, only briefly breaking his strong composure when he saw your state of being but instead of changing that he moved on to the bedroom without another word.

You grabbed your phone and walked to the door. You had been seeing Ash...but not in the way he thought or the article intended. It was for work...you were working with Ashton and his sister Gemma on a project and hadn’t mentioned it to Harry yet because you and Gemma had wanted it to be a surprise. You turned around, hoping Harry would be there and tell you not to leave...but he wasn’t so you walked out into the cool damp air with nowhere to go.

Harry’s pov:

Harry heard the door close behind her and he wiped the tears from his cheeks. He knew that she had always been friends with Ashton, but never thought that she would cheat on him like that. He was upset, both pissed off and sad. (y/n) had been the best thing in his life. She brought another kind of joy that nothing else had. She was his one true love and now she was gone, probably off fucking her ex boyfriend. Harry jumped into bed and layed there, trying to play out all the possible explanations for why she had done it. She had left him in the first place to be with Harry....maybe she realized she was more into Ash than him. He closed his eyes, drifting off into an uneasy sleep, the first night without her.

His phone woke him the following morning, it was a constant ringing he couldn’t seem to get rid of which meant one thing: Gemma. “What do you want?” He groaned into the phone, rubbing his tired and puffy eyes.

“That’s not a kind way to greet your sister ya know?”

“Gem it’s like 7 am what do you want?”

“I wanted to talk to (y/n) but she isn’t answering her phone. Can I talk to her?”

“She’s not here so no.”

“Where is she?” She sounded surprised, probably not expecting her to cheat...

“I kicked her out. She’s not coming back so get used to it.”

“Why would you do that? I mean I thought-”

“You thought wrong.” Harry laughed and sat up in bed. “Apparently she’s been out fucking her ex boyfriend Ashton. An article leaked about it yesterday. She had the audacity to lie to me about it as well.” Harry laughed again and shook his head. “I was a fool Gem, a fool for trusting her, for loving her for-”

“Harry.” She interrupted suddenly sounding very worried. “She wasn’t cheating on you...”

“What do you mean? There’s proof-”

“No. No...Harry she and Ashton and I....we are all working on a project together...we wanted it to be a surprise for you. She’s been meeting with Ashton for breakfast and dinners occasionally, yes, but I’ve been there as well. We are getting all of the details settled this week and then we were going to break the news. Harry (y/n) loves you more than anything...she’s not cheating on you.”

Harry swallowed down the guilt, anger, and confusion. “She...she’s not cheating?”

“No! Of course not. (y/n) and Ash are friends, but she's in love with you and even he knows that...”

“Fuck..” Harry ran his hands through his hair, now suddenly very stressed. He needed to find her...to tell her sorry...to beg for forgiveness...to beg her to come home.

“You’re an idiot. Did you even allow her a chance to explain it?”

“I mean no...” Gemma laughed and Harry frowned. She was right, he was an idiot.

“I have to go.” Harry felt sick to his stomach. 

“I bet you do. Good luck little brother.”

Harry hung up and instantly dialed (y/n)...she of course didn’t answer so he jumped out of bed, threw on some jogging shorts, and a jacket, pulled the hair out of his face with a clip, and threw in ear buds. He would continue to call her until she answered. 

The first spot was Ashton’s. He pounded on the door until a very tired Ash walked up confused. “Harry?”

“Is (y/n) here?”

“No....is she okay?”

Harry didn’t even answer just turned the other direction and ran. He ran to her best friends house, again she wasn’t there. He stood on the corner and wanted to scream. He had totally screwed up the best thing that had happened to him. He didn’t know where else to look.

He wandered down the street, continuously calling. Finally, after what felt like the 500th call she picked up. “What do you want Harry?” 

“I need to talk to you...to see you....where are you?”

“What do you need? Can’t we just get it over with now? What else do you want to yell at me for?”

“Nothing...I, I want to apologize....I need to talk to you....please (y/n)...babe...can we just talk?”

After a long silence and a sigh, “Fine. Come to the hotel on the corner...the one we stayed at when-”

“I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

Harry ran, faster than he had. He pushed through the revolving doors and looked around the lobby. She was nowhere. He sat down at a chair and waited and waited until finally her body appeared by the elevator.

Your pov:

You sighed and wiped your tears again. You had tried to clean up, tried to make it look like he hadn’t affected you. In reality, you had barely slept, cried most of the night, and wondered what you had done to royally screw up. You spotted him immediately, he was sitting in a chair by the door. He was in athletic clothes and was covered in sweat. If you hadn’t been upset, you would’ve really appreciated the view.

“(y/n)...”

“Harry.” You crossed your arms as he approached and you looked at him. He looked pretty terrible, kind of like you felt. 

“I’m so sorry....baby...”

“Harry you kicked me out. You didn’t even let me explain....” your voice broke and you tried stopping the tears. “What are you even doing here?”

“I was wrong...I should've let you explain. I never thought...welll I thought that-”

“What? That I didn’t love you? Hate to break it to you H, but I broke up with Ashton for YOU.”

Harry winced and nodded, taking another step closer, your back now firmly against the wall. “I know...I’m so sorry. I jumped to conclusions. I should've let you explain..I was wrong..” When you said nothing but looked at your foot he continued. “Why didn’t you tell me about the project?”

“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise...It’s mainly Gemma’s but Ash and I were helping out...that’s why I was with him....that’s why it looked like it was a date but it wasn’t. It was also Gemma...she wanted to tell you.”

Harry laughed and shook his head. “Babe...please come home...I swear I’ll never jump to conclusions again...I-I love you so much...I can’t lose you.”

“Kind of ironic though right? You love me but kick me out?”

“(y/n)...”

You sighed and looked away. “I don’t know Harry...”

He pulled you against him lightly and looked down into your eyes, a sigh escaping his lips and his head touching yours. “Please. I love you...tell me you love me...”

You couldn’t help it. You gave in, smiling and reaching up to rub his cheek. “I love you too H.” You pressed your lips to his, his hands pulling you against him so there was no longer any touching space. “But if you ever kick me out again...I swear to god Harry...”

“I won't be that stupid again...I’ll never let you walk out of my house. I care too much and realize how painful life would be without you...I won't be going anywhere without anywhere.”

“Better be telling the truth.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” Harry smiled and kissed your nose. “You don’t love him though right...”

“Harry...”

“I just want to make sure...you know make sure I was totally overreaching.”

“Babe...I love you more than I love ice cream, and you know how much I love ice cream. I love Ashton, but more in like a sprinkles on top way. He’s my best friend, you’re my addiction. You have nothing to worry about with him..”

Harry smiled, rushing forward again and grinning. “So what exactly is this project then...”

“Oh that’s a Gemma question. I’m staying out of this.”

“Please....” Harry begged, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Call your sister.”

“I’d much rather spend my time with you....in this hotel room you stayed in...”

You laughed, kissing him harder and pulling him into the elevator. “Get out of here Styles...you’re not welcome.”

Harry laughed, scooping you into his arms and attacking you with kisses. “What was that?”

You laughed harder, “You...you’re not...you're not welcome. Get out.”

“Don’t even think about kicking me out...”

“I can think of better things to do with our time...” you whispered in his ear. You laughed and basked in the kisses he was giving, grateful for the time you had with Harry, getting over the exhausting and dreadful fearing of losing him, because you had him back and you weren't about to lose him again anytime soon.

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A short blurb for a request I got, enjoy!

xoxo

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[what-is-your-plan-today]

Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Ch 4- You Don’t Know What You’ve Got ‘Til It’s Gone Part 2

Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Summary: Jake and Stella are both home for Christmas, and the annual New Year’s Party at the Jensen’s sees some unexpected guests in attendance…

 Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson.

TLAYLI Masterlist  // Main Masterlist 

“Knowing what you don't want can often be more valuable than knowing what you do want.” Melchor Lim

Please Read Part 1 first.

 Jake’s eyes were focussed on the film on the large, flat screen TV that his mom had bought his dad for Christmas. Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire was playing on the movie channel, one of his guilty pleasures. He and Stel had seen all the movies on opening night to date, the pair of them huge Potter Heads. At the other end of the couch, Britney was painting her nails a bright, glittery pink colour whilst Jensen was simply doing his best to ignore her although the fumes of the nail polish were getting right up his nostrils and making it almost impossible.

The door to the lounge clicked open and the family’s black Labrador trotted in, his tail wagging and thumping on the coffee table.

“Hey Sirius…” Jake muttered, reaching over to scratch his ear.

“Who’s serious?” Britney frowned and looked at him “What?”

At that point Gracie walked into the room and plopped down next to Jake.

“Are you being serious?” Jake looked at Britney “The dog, his name is Sirius, as in Sirius Black…from Harry Potter”

He was met with a blank look.

“The film is literally on the TV…” Jake pointed.

Another blank look.

Gracie glanced at Jake and he rolled his eyes.

“It’s a cool name. Stelly picked it.” She answered Britney.

“Stelly?”

“God, what is in that nail polish?” Jake grumbled to himself as once more he turned to look at Britney “Stella, you met her.”

“Oh the loser girl!”

“Stella isn’t a loser.” Gracie spoke again in an affronted tone just as Jane entered the lounge and crossed to sit in the armchair.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that honey.” Britney smiled. Grace looked at her, then to Jake who was doing his best not to meet his niece’s gaze as she was clearly disgusted that Britney had, in her eyes, insulted her favourite ever person.

“It was really supposed to be our dog.” Jake shrugged, trying to move her conversation on.

“Your dog?”

This time it was Jane’s turn to sigh at Britney’s dim-wittedness.

“Stella and I got him from a rescue.” Jake explained, his eyes not moving from the screen “But we couldn't take him with us when we signed up so he ended up staying here.”

“Speaking of Stel.” Jane looked at Jake “We bumped into her and Evan at the mall”

Okay, so that got his attention. His head whipped round and he frowned at his sister “Evan?”

“Yes, her boyfriend dur.” Gracie rolled her eyes.

“What’s he doing here?”

Jane smiled at Jake sympathetically “Apparently he showed up this morning, wanted to surprise her.”

“He’s coming tonight.” Gracie smiled “I invited him.”

“Great…that’s great.” Jake looked at Jane who popped her right shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Awww yeah, it'll be fun!” Britney grinned.

“You literally couldn’t remember who she was like 5 seconds ago.” Jake rolled his eyes.

“I know but then you reminded me, and when we met she seemed really nice.”

“She is,” Jane agreed “and so is Evan.”

“Yup” Grace nodded “He’s handsome and so cool. He bought me hot chocolate.”

“Handsome and cool...” Jake mocked, in a stupid, airey voice “I buy you hot chocolate all the time.”

“Yes, but not with all the toppings.” Gracie looked at him, sticking her tongue out.”

“He really is gorgeous.” Jane added and Jensen made an angry noise in his throat.

Fuck Agent Shit Name…

Gracie sniggered besides him and poked him in the ribs. “You’re jealous uncle J!”

“And you're 6. Like you know what that means.”

“I do too. It means when someone has something you want and you get upset or mad.”

Okay, so she does know what it means…

Britney laughed “Oh baby, I'm sure I can make you a hot chocolate if you really want one.”

There was a pause as everyone in the room looked at her. Jensen took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose as he screwed his eyes shut.

“He doesn’t want chocolate Britney, he wants Stel” Gracie replied.

“Oh, for f- Gracie!” Jensen glared at her as she shoved his glasses back on his face.

Terrific…this day just gets better and better

“What?” Britney frowned a little.

“Ok, Grace, come on...we need to check something.” Jane said, standing up.

“No we don’t.” Gracie frowned “You said I could watch TV when we got back to Nanny and Grandpa’s!”

“Do as your mom tells you.” Jake looked at her.

“You’re not the boss of me Uncle Jake.”

“Whatever Petunia.” Jake gently shoved her in the shoulder, pushing her up off the couch “Be gone”

“Petunia? I thought her name was Grace?” Britney looked at Jake who gave another heavy sigh.

“It is. The Petunias…you know what, forget it.”

Grace looked at Britney, as if she was trying to figure something out and then turned to Jane Mom? Why is Britney so-“ “Okay, come on…” Jane hastily cut her off “We said we’d help nanny before daddy gets here so…”

Gracie’s protests fell on deaf ears as Jane shooed her out of the room, shooting Jake another sympathetic and apologetic look.

“What did she mean you want Stella?” Britney asked.

Jake groaning, of course she hadn’t missed that bit “Who knows? Kids these days.”

“I love kids, can't wait to have my own” Britney smiled and Jake choked on air.

“Good luck with that.” He continued watching the film for another few minutes until he decided he needed another drink, and to escape the nail polish smell for a moment. “ I umm I’m gonna grab a beer, you want anything?”

“No, I’m good thanks.”

He stood up and wandered into the kitchen where his mom, Dad and Jane were all in a conversation and he had a feeling he knew what about, his suspicions confirmed when he caught what they were saying.

“You know what she told me yesterday when we met?” John arched his eyebrow “That it was funny Jake and I shared the same surname!” he shook his head “I just hope that cheesecake…” he pointed at the dish that Janet was covering in foil “…has more filling than her head because damned, you point a flashlight in her right ear it’s gonna shine right outta her left.”

At that point Jake’s mom caught sight of him and she nudged his father who looked up and round at Jake who met his eyes with a glare before he yanked open the fridge. “

“Everything alright son?”

“Ask your granddaughter.” He said simply as he popped the lid off his beer and turned back to the hall, taking a deep pull.

He let out a sigh, he had really gotten himself into a mess. He was stuck with Britney whilst he was gonna have to watch Evan and Stella all night. Terrific. Just…brilliant.  Clutching the bottle, he hovered in the door and glanced at Britney, taking a deep breath. Well, he might as well play the part he supposed, after all, she wasn’t a bad looking girl…not bad in the sheets either all things considered. Plus Pooch, Cougs and Clay were dropping in, all fancying a New Years out of their respective home towns of Springfield, Monterrey, with Clay coming from base, so there would be plenty of people to talk to.  

He knocked back another huge gulp of beer before he fixed a smile on his face and walked into the lounge. “So, Brit…” he asked, dropping on the sofa, turning to her, his trademark cheeky grin on his face “What you wearing for the party, and is it suitably tight?” ***** Pooch, Jolene, Cougar and Clay found themselves in the living room at the Jensen residency all clutching a drink and glancing at the various photos dotted around. Most of them were of more recent times, family shots but a one in particular caught Cougar’s attention and he whistled, nodding towards it. Clay smiled as he took in the shot of Jensen and Stella in their army fatigues, both at training camp. Faces dirty, rifles slung over their shoulders, huge grins on their faces.

“Oh, no, no this…this is the jackpot, right here!” Pooch grinned as he pointed to another photo next to it depicting the two the evening of their prom, taken in Stella’s back garden. "Look at Jensen in his penguin suit!"

He gave a little yell as Jolene slapped him “Don't be mean...” she looked at the photo. “Damned look at Stella's dress!”

“What about it?” Pooch looked at her.

“Nothing, it's just really nice.” She said. Cougar nodded, tipping his hat slightly in approval.

“You know, she hasn't changed a bit.” Clay smiled, looking at the photo fondly.

“Who hasn't changed a bit?” Jensen asked as he strode into the room, beer in his hand. Britney was close behind him, clutching a wine glass.

“Arty.” Clay said, nodding to the photo.

“Who’s Arty?” Britney frowned. Jensen turned to look at her, not quite sure if she was being serious or not. But, then again, knowing that her brain was basically a bag of cats, she probably was.

“Stella.” Cougar chuckled

“That’s Stella?” Britney’s eyes widened as she glanced at the picture “No wonder the girl in the photos all over your bedroom rang a bell.”

“You still have her all over your bedroom?” Pooch whispered to Jakey “And you’re sleeping with this one in there?”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jake hissed, glaring at Pooch who grinned, shrugging.

“I don’t understand?” Britney frowned “Why are there photos of her all over your room and here?”

The room fell silent and Jensen saw Pooch and Cougar exchanged a glance from the corner of their eye. Pooch looked like all his Christmases had come at once.

Fuck…

“You haven’t told her?” Clay arched an eyebrow and Jake’s attention turned to his Colonel, narrowing his eyes.

Why the fuck did I invite any of The Losers?

“Tell me what?” Britney pressed.

Or her for that matter, although technically, I didn’t…she invited herself.

Ignoring her, he took a sip of his beer trying to think of something to deflect the attention away from the impending shit storm. But Britney wasn’t for dropping it.

“Tell me what Jake?”

“Yeah, tell her what Jake?” Clay asked and Jensen growled.

“Son of a bitch…” he shook his head and turned to Britney. “Me and Stel, we used to ... date.”

“Exfil on way, strategic exit points through the front and rear doors…” Clay mumbled and both Pooch and Cougar sniggered as Britney blinked, processing the information Jake had just downloaded. As they watched, her heavily made up face set and her bright pink lips pressed together.

“Oh, I see. So that’s what Grace meant before…”

Clay, Cougar, Jolene and Pooch all looked at one another before Cougar held up his bottle of Corona.

“My beer is empty so…” he gestured to the lounge door.

“Mine too.” Clay said eagerly.

“And me.” Pooch agreed. He turned to Jolene who was glaring at him, a ‘don’t you dare leave me with them’ look on her face, so Pooch grabbed her hand and tugged her behind him, out into the hallway.  

“Just when I think he can't possibly get any dumber.” Pooch shook his head as Clay glanced back into the room where Britney and Jensen were now in quite a heated discussion.  

“Well, I think that one is on us.” He turned to the rest of the team. Cougar snorted and they all made their way into kitchen just in time to see Stella and her mom enter, followed by Evan who had been holding the door open for them. Julie beamed at Clay who gave a low chuckle and stepped forward.

“Hey Jules" he wrapped her in a warm hug “Long time no see. How you been?”

As her mom returned Clay’s greeting Stella, who wasn’t really listening as she had just seen Pooch and Cougar, grinned and pushed past. “Oh my God! You guys are here!” She gave each of the men a hug and then turned to Jolene “Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

“Hey man!” Pooch smiled as he shook Evan’s hand, the man then turning to Cougar and finally Clay who had returned to their gang.

“Good to see you all again!” Evan enthused, before he politely kissed Jolene on the cheek when Stella introduced them. She’d just turned back to the woman to ask how the wedding prep was going when she felt a tap on the shoulder. Turning, her face broke into a huge smiled as Jake’s dad beamed back at her “Hey John!"

John hugged her tightly, kissing her head. “My favourite girl, looking as gorgeous as always!”

“I heard that, Dad!” Jane scoffed as she appeared at the side of them “Fucking rude!”

“I mean my favourite non-daughter girl.” He shrugged, laughing as Jane shoved him out of the way to hug Stella and then Evan.

“Good to see you again Evan.”

“You too Jane.” He beamed, before he turned to John “You must be Mr Jensen.”

“Oh, call me John, son!” he shook his hand and Stella groaned.

“Oh my God, Ev, sorry…that was so rude...let me...where's Janet?” she began looking around and Evan chuckled, wrapping his arm round her shoulder, pulling her into him a little, her cheek pressing against his soft blue sweater.

“It’s fine, Pumpkin. Stop worrying.”

But she was worrying, well not worrying exactly, maybe flapping was a better word. She was flustered because she’d never had to really introduce her man to anyone before, as everyone knew Jake...and not to mention the party was taking place at Jake’s parents. It was a little awkward, but her and Jake were over and she wanted to remain on good terms with the family she’d basically grown up a part of. She looked around, searching for Jakes mom so she could introduce Evan and her eyes stopped on Jake and Britney as they walked into the kitchen. As Stella watched, Jake hissed something to the Blonde and Stella could tell he was pissed. She knew the look well.

As he finished saying whatever it was he was saying, he looked up and saw Stella watching. They locked eyes for a second from opposite sides of the kitchen and Stella gave him a small smile. He returned it, and then looked away as Evan slid an arm round her waist, kissing her temple. Stella grinned at Evan, then spotted Janet walking towards her.

“Oh Stella, it's so good to see you sweetheart!”

“Janet, it hasn’t been that long this time!” Stella laughed “We were at the spa like 3 days ago!”

“I know but, well, considering how much time you used to spend here it still feels strange.” Janet sighed and Stela gave her a sad smile in return.

“Well, I wouldn’t miss a Jensen New Years’ party for the world.”

Janet beamed and gently touched Stella’s cheek before she turned to Evan, smiling hugely at him. “You must be Stella’s boyfriend.” Stella groaned as Evan nodded and shook Janet’s hand politely before he kissed her cheek “God I'm so bad at this introduction crap. This is Janet, Jake’s mom.” “Yeah, I kinda figured that one out sweetheart” Evan teased and she nudged him with her elbow, causing him to laugh.

At that point Gracie skipped over, tugging at Janet’s top “Nanna, mum says that…oh!” The small girls eyes grew wide and she grinned “Evan!”

“Hey kiddo!” Evan smiled down at her as she hugged his waist. Stella glanced round to see Jake, who was stood with the rest of the losers watching with a sullen look on his face, clearly not intending on saying hi any time soon. She rolled her eyes and turned to Janet.

“Is it ok if we get a drink?”

“Stella, since when have you ever asked for anything at this house?” she admonished her “Help yourself.” She turned Evan “You too, make yourself at home.” “Thank you, Mrs Jensen. It was really kind of you to let me come”

“Oh, it’s a pleasure having you here dear. Stella is like part of this family”

Evan smiled “Yeah, she has that effect on people.”

Stella blushed a little as he dropped and arm round her shoulder, the pair of them moving to the fridge for a couple of beers before Stella suggested they go back to The Losers. Evan agreed, allowing her to lead the way, his hand dropping to the bottom of her back as they weaved through the room.

“Hi JJ.” Stella looked at Jake as they reached her teammates. “Were you planning on saying hi to us eventually?”

“Hi.” Came the curt response.

“Articulate.” Stella rolled her eyes and she turned to the blonde besides him. “Hi Britney, I don’t think you’ve met Evan have you?” she turned to Evan “Ev this is Britney, Jake’s girlfriend.” As she spoke the last word Stella’s eyes met Jake’s, a look of something that could almost pass as an apology crossed his face, but it was gone almost as soon as it had appeared.

Especially as at that point they both heard Rey’s voice across the room.

“Oh God.” Jake and Stella groaned in unison and Jake arched an eyebrow.

“Was wondering when they were gonna show up.”

“Well, they’re fashionably late. You know them!”

“Speaking of late, no sign of baby Dick yet?” Jensen asked.

“Nope. Bad PH, remember?” Stella smirked at Jensen and he grinned. There was a moment where they simply looked at one another and Stell swallowed.

“Suppose I best go… “ she jerked her head, then turned to Evan “You haven’t met Dick yet.”

“Dick?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Rey’s husband. Richard…Rick as she calls him, Rick the Dick to everyone else…well, me and Jake anyway.” She smiled at the Losers “Be right back.”

Jensen watched her go, his scanning her up and down as he noticed the back of her outfit for the first time. The tight grey sweater she was wearing had a scooped backline that dropped below her shoulder blades. Her dark, grey jeans clung to her, showing off her ass and her high heeled ankle boots accentuated her long legs. He felts a nudge to his ribs and he turned to look at Britney.

“Can I get another drink or…”

Jake took a deep breath, suddenly thinking to himself about how Stel just helped herself before he smiled. As much as she was irritating at times, Brit was sweet and he didn’t want to be cruel to her. “Sure, I’ll grab you one.” **** As with all these types of parties, the night passed in a whirl of laughter, drinks, chattering and reminiscing, although Jake made sure to avoid Stella and Evan as much as possible. Not because he wanted to but because he felt he needed to. Their exchange before had been friendly enough, and it wasn’t like they were on bad terms but he didn’t want anything to be awkward for her. Jake knew how much it meant for her to actually be in the country on New Year’s and he wasn’t going to take that away from her.

“Oh, oh…” his dad suddenly called out loudly, from where he was stood next to Jake, the entire Jensen family congregated by the fridge “We’re in the last minute guys!!” various cheers rang out across the room “Do we all have a drink? Let’s get ready!”

“Ready for what?” Britney asked. Jensen looked at her. Jesus Christ…

“For the reading of the constitution Sweetie!” John said, looking at Jake who rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.  

“It's the countdown, Brit. For New Year.”

“Oops, what am I like?” she snorted, grabbing Jake’s arm. “I guess I did it again. I’m so ditzy.”

Jensen blinked and his dad exchanged a look with Jane’s husband, Robert, the pair of them letting out huge howls of laughter.

“Oops I did it again… man…I can’t…” Robert snorted as Jane shot him a filthy look. Across from him, Janet gave John a slap round the back of the head and he let out a yell, before he turned to her and grinned.

“Oh, hit me baby, one more time” he smirked, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Robert’s howls of mirth drowned out Jensen groans, as his eyes scanned the room. Everyone was busy grabbing a glass of champagne from the side and he saw Jolene talking to Stella. As he watched Evan appeared at her side, passing her a flute of bubbles before giving her a gentle kiss. She smiled at him and then turned back to Jolene with that familiar red tinge to her cheeks that she always sported when she was flustered…or excited, Evan’s hand gently on the small of her back, hovering over the curve of her ass.  Jake felt a horrible twist in his gut at the sight of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Stella to be happy but, well, there was just something about Evan that he couldn’t quite figure out. Everyone seemed to love the bastard, hell even his own mom and sister had been waxing lyrical about him all evening, like he was perfect.

Too perfect maybe.

Once Stella, Jolene and Agent Shit Name had left the area he grabbed 2 full flutes and turned back, handing one to Britney with a forced smile, just as his dad gave another yell and the countdown started, voices chanting out across the room as Gracie started jumping and shouting

“10, 9, 8...”

Britney turned to Jake “Oh let’s make a wish!”

“It’s a New Year’s count-down.” Jake said with a sigh “You’re not blowing out candles on a birthday cake.”

“She could always blow something else and make a wish!” Robert said, winking at Jensen. Jake rolled his eyes, the dirty joke that would normally have at least raised a grin from him fell flat and Robert yelped as Jane reached up to slap him.

“7,6,5”

Across the room, Evan curled his arm round Stella’s waist and pulled her closer, bending down to whisper in her ear. “I’m so glad to be here with you tonight Pumpkin.”

Stella swallowed, his sultry voice and intoxicating cologne swamped her senses and made her head feel slightly fuzzy. Or was that the alcohol?

She turned to him, smiling “I’m glad you’re here too.”

“4.3,2,1”

Britney’s nails dug into Jake’s arm as she squealed as the countdown ended.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

She threw herself into his arms and kissed him. It was totally over the top but Jensen went with it, and then opened his eyes to glance over her shoulder and immediately wished he hadn’t as he was confronted with the sight of Evan and Stella locked in a really gentle, sweet but deep kiss. Jake had never seen another guy or man kissing her and his guts clenched as he watched.

Here they were, in the same room at NYE for the first time in years and they weren’t together. And Jensen didn’t like it, in fact he hated it. It was all wrong.

“He doesn’t want hot chocolate Britney, he want’s Stel…” Grace’s words echoed around his mind, trust a 6 year old to point out the obvious. Fuck, he did want her. He wanted her back. Real bad.

He untangled himself from Britney with the excuse of wishing everyone a Happy New Year and moved around the room, grateful to escape for a moment. He hugged Rey, shook Dick’s hand, hugged and kissed Jules and then…

“Happy New Year JJ.” Stella smiled softly at him.

He swallows, “Yeah, erm, back at ya, Stel.”

There was a pause, and it was awkward, in a way it should never have been, especially between them but eventually Jake moved forward and hugged her, closing his eyes. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding her close, breathing in the familiar smell of her perfume that she hadn’t changed in years, and it was too much. He stepped back, releasing her before he turned to Agent Shit Name and shook his hand politely. With another deep breath he turned and made his way quickly out of the kitchen and into the den at the back of the house.

He needed something stronger than beer.

He poured himself a healthy measure of his dad’s scotch and stood there, studying a few of the photos on the sideboard simply enjoying the peace, having finally shaken off Britney. Yeah, he was gonna have to put an end to that tomorrow.

Great. What a way to start the New Year off…

He stood there, lost in his own thoughts, for god knows how long, until a voice broke through the fog in his brain.

“Your father is as clueless as I am as to why you’re acting like that.”

Jensen turned to see Clay watching him and he rolled his eyes “Acting like what?” he asked, although he knew full well what Clay was going to say.

“Like a headless chicken, running around making the dumbest decisions known to man.”

Jensen groaned “I don’t need this Clay.”

“I beg to differ. Someone needs to knock some sense in you, Jensen.”

Jake sighed heavily as he shook his head, before he knocked back the scotch in his hand and reached for the bottle.

“Don’t think you’ve drunk enough?” Clay asked as Jensen shook his head, pouring himself another healthy measure.

“No, I can still see straight.”

“Jensen…”

“I need to forget Clay.” Jensen said softly, picking up the glass, his eyes on the amber liquid.

“Forget what?”

“That I love her” with a sniff Jensen knocked back the drink in one, wincing slightly before he wiped his mouth with his spare hand.

“Good luck with that.” Clay scoffed “Because the only person who’s been dumb enough to even try and deny it is you. But I got one question Jensen… why they fuck did you do your best to throw her into that guy’s arms?”

“I thought I was doing the right thing Clay, cutting her loose.” Jensen shrugged “I mean, I tried it 5 years ago and then...we just…”

“That’s not an answer.” Clay said simply.

“Look, I saw it in her eyes, when I said I got my posting overseas and we were gonna be split up.”

“Saw what?” Clay’s voice was ladled with exhasperation and Jake’s head tipped back in equal frustration as his voice rose

“Fear, Clay.” Jensen looked at him “Fear. I mean she never said it but I could tell.”

“Fear?”

“Yes, fear about what was gonna happen. She’d already lost her father, how could I ever put her through the possibility of losing someone like that again?” Jensen hung his head a little, glancing at the empty glass in his hand. Now he’d said it out loud, it sounded even dumber than it did in his head.

“Admirable, and you know what? I kinda get it bud, I do, but only one problem.”

“I know, it didn’t work.” Jensen shrugged, grabbing the bottle of whisky once more.

“No, it didn’t.” Clay looked at him, “For fucks sake Jensen, did you really think dumping her would just turn off her feelings like that?”

“Well, no, but, at at least if we weren’t together she wouldn’t have had to play the grieving partner part for so long, she would have been able to move on without feeling guilty…”

Silence fell in the room, punctuated by the sloshing of liquor hitting the crystal tumbler as once more Jensen poured himself a few fingers worth before Clay spoke once more.

“God you’re a dumbass.”

“Yeah.” Jensen nodded. “No arguments here.”

“Question is, what you gonna do about it?”

“What can I do about it?” Jensen shrugged “Looks like she finally moved on. Guess I did her a favour, huh? Left the door right open for Agent Shit Name.”

“You know, what it’s worth, as nice a guy as Evan is, I don’t think she cares for him half as much as she does you.” Clay’s tone was soft “Maybe in time she might but, well, I guess that’s up to you.”

“Me?” Jensen frowned.

“Yeah, you. And the way I see it, you got 2 choices” Clay looked at him. “You either roll over and die. Or you fight for your girl.”

Jensen sighed “She’s not my girl anymore Clay.”

“Only because you told her she isn't”

Jensen looked at him, contemplating his words and he wanted to argue back, he really did, but he couldn’t. Instead he shook his head sadly, as Clay laid a hand on his shoulder, gave it a squeeze and left.

Jensen stayed where he was for a moment before he topped his glass up and headed back into the hallway, pausing in the doorway of the kitchen. His baby blue eyes glanced around the room and stopped their roving as he saw Evan with his arm round Stel as they stood talking to Pooch and Cougar.

Fuck, Clay was right-he did have two options, and he knew which one he was choosing.

It wasn’t gonna be easy, hell, he didn’t even know if it would be possible because everyone was right, Stella and Agent Shit name really did seem good together. But one thing he did know is he could fight all day long, what did he have to lose?

Nothing, because as it stood he’d already lost it.

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*+VALENTINE’S DAY

the one where harry has an eventful day

“Shit! Are you crazy?” Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h —cursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.

“Keep driving!” The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.

* ACHY BACK

the one where y/n’s back hurts and harry draws a bath

“Took too long,” Y/N mumbled as they met in the middle, knuckling tiredly at her eyes. A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken a shower hours prior. Her back had been aching since then, the pain barely bearable for her stature, causing a crease in between his brows.

+ A LETTER TO THE MAN I’VE LOVED

the one where harry receives a letter from y/n

Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about ‘what had been’ when she can think about ‘what could have been’ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.

+ UNWAVERING (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

the one where harry cheats (another version of ‘a cheat’)

"I-I'm in a bit of a rush, baby.” He took a step back, increasing the distance between them. "I have a meeting today. Lots of work to be done," Harry responded his tone suggesting that he didn’t want to talk anymore. Y/N nodded to please him.

"Right. Maybe we can go out tonight to grab some dinner," She suggested, a hopeful glint in her eyes and he almost felt guilty for putting her at the back burner of his mind.  

"I really have to go, baby," Peeking his head around her frame, he spotted the untouched toast and apple juice resting on where he should be. "I'm sorry."

+ ALL I ASK

the one where feelings aren’t mutual and hearts are broken

“I don’t want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because we’ll have nothing left but I am,” A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they weren't. They’ve changed over the span of one night. “All we have is tonight,”

* LITTLE PRINCE

the one where harry and y/n are 7-year olds

Harry gasped in horror, crouching to his knees and getting his knee dirty beside the girl.

"Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen. I swear I wasn't mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?" Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.

RENEGADE

the one where y/n teaches harry the ‘renegade’ dance

“What are y’doing?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath. 

“Uh, what are you doing?” You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker. 

DROP THE TOWEL (m)

the one where harry does the ‘drop the towel’ challenge

“Hey, babe,” He greeted, walking closer to you in a towel that made him feel liberated. You hummed in a silent greeting, giving him a smile before doing a double-take at his appearance. He dropped the towel on the floor, his length hanging proudly between his legs. 

You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, “Ooh, hi there,”

He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, “Oh my god! There are people out there, Harry,” You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.

DREAM WITH ME (exclusive content as of right now) - this fic will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus

the one where y/n has trouble falling asleep

Harry’s admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/N’s body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe with me,” She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black. 

DIGRESS (1) PROGRESS (2) REGRESS (3) 

the one where love fails

What happens when love fades away? How do you cope with the feelings disappearing slowly like a blot of dark blue paint diluting with every stroke of a ruffled paintbrush? Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.

ROUTINE (1) (the first part will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus. following parts will be patron-exclusive content)

the one where harry is a camboy

In a blink of an eye, Harry’s toned body was showcased on the screen, allowing him to view what his viewers had the pleasure of seeing. The ‘LIVE’ sign blinked repeatedly.

“Hello,” Harry drawled out purposefully using a deeper tone to set the mood. “How are you today?” His fingers stayed hung over the armchair, griping it slightly when comments started rolling in.

NOTES ON CAMP (1) (2) (3) (exclusive content as of right now) - this fic will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus

Y/N plastered a smile on her face as she shook Belle’s hand. “Sorry but I need to steal Harry away,” Belle tugged on his tattooed arm, fingers clasping around his wrists as he started walking along with her. “See you, Y/N!” Harry greeted, turning around with his arm draped over Belle’s shoulder.

“See you,” She whispered under her breath, looking at his retreating figure towards the cafeteria. Y/N couldn’t help the disappointment she felt, her shoulders slouching at the realization that it was too good to be true. Of course, he had a girlfriend.  A gentleman with chiselled features and a caring personality complimenting her? No way. Still, she wasn’t too sad about it. It wasn’t like they’ve known each other for long. Plus, they were co-workers! It would feel wrong to start a relationship anyway.

STRESSED OUT

the one where y/n is stressed and harry wants her to take a break

“What d’ya mean I don’t get it?” He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.

A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, “You’re not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,”

Harry physically pulled his chest back. He felt like he had been shot. He knew she didn’t mean it though, but it still hurt to hear, “O-oh. I didn't know y-you felt that way,”

She continued, “You don’t know what it’s like having to spend hours researching so you don’t get anything wrong. Sleepless nights to perfect one paragraph that my professor nitpicks to the bone,” Y/N penned a few words on her notebook, not noticing the pout plastered on Harry’s face.

DESSERT

the one where harry wants something else

She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, “No way! I spent all day cooking and you’re not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,”

He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, “Your pussy’s top tier, baby.” Harry ‘tsked’ his tongue, “If yeh didn’t know that already, then I’m doing a horrid job,”

PET NAME

the one bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name

“Am I, Harry? Seems like you’re putting me at the back burner nowadays,”

He was speechless; had he? Harry didn’t mean to make her feel this way but he wasn’t aware that he was actively blowing her off for Ruby. And why won’t she call him ‘honey’? That was his nickname, wasn’t it? H stood for Harry but it was also the pet name Y/N had given him.

His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itself--golden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyone’s needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.

Harry was honey.

ROOMMATES SERIES (3) (4) (5) (6)

the one where harry and y/n are roommates

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Y/N gasped at Harry’s proximity, lids snapping open with her hand reaching over to pat along until she found her phone which was blaring with an alarm that she had set. Harry gulped, eyes wide as his mind ran through what the hell just happened.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” She yelled, tugging the sheets higher on her body. 

“I-I was just waking you up so you can make us dinner,” Harry stuttered out, his excuse sounding lame but he patted himself on the shoulder for making it up on the spot. Well, that was his intention in the first place until he got distracted.

FRIENDS DON’T MINI-SERIES (1) (2) (3)

“Is this okay?” Her doe irises searched his. Harry raised his head lazily to make eye contact, nodding his head with a bit lip. Y/N clenched her inner thighs together at his already blissed-out state, his pupils slowly becoming larger with arousal. “Friends don’t touch each other this way,” She purposefully drew out her statement, giving Harry an out of the situation if he needed to.

“More than okay,”

FIC EXTRAS #1 - TEASE

the one before ‘under the table’

“Fuckin’ dirty,” He spat, the pads of his thumb tracing circles on her hipbones, not feeling a trace of clothing resting on her hips. “Wearin’ a short dress with no panties,”

Y/N hummed, arms slanting behind her to support her upper body so that she could spread her legs further, making room for Harry’s hand. “Didn’t feel like it,”

“Y’just waiting for me to find out, hmm? You knew I couldn’t resist myself when you look so goddamn pretty,”

UNFINISHED DRABBLE #1

the one with fratboy!harry

“Y’alright?” Harry’s husky breath barely made its way to her ears, only then did Y/N feel the hand palming her lower back, another one gripped around her shoulders. Her front flushed against his own, feeling his hard chest on her heaving ones. She peeked one eye open, looking around at her angled stance, then to Harry who wore a concerned look scanning her face. Y/N nodded in response, blinking rapidly, her nipples hardening at a sudden cold breeze beneath the thin fabric of her dress, surely poking him through his shirt. She blushed at the thought and his brief glance over her where they touched, his eyes dilating the tiniest amount.

UNFINISHED DRABBLE #2

the one where harry’s a cheating asshole

Harry wormed his way through his delectable voice and his ever-present words that somehow scorched your shield to the ground. Again. He promised never to do it again and your love-sick heart trusted him. Again. 

But your trust wasn’t something that was particularly valuable to him. To Harry, it would always be there, lingering like the stars in the night sky; always present, always gleaming. Harry was very sorry for what he was doing to you. It was ironic, really; he hoped and prayed every day that you wouldn’t find out but his carelessness left everything out in the open.  

TEXT MESSAGES #1

the one where y/n has silly thoughts

TEXT MESSAGES #2

the one where harry and y/n share the same class 

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“I told you this was a stupid idea.”

Draco was pacing in his - unreasonably large - bedroom, if that’s what you could call it. Really, it was more like a personal mini-sitting area that was attached to an actual bedroom.

“I blame Ronald,” Blaise snorted, lounging casually on one of the settees. 

“Me?” Harry’s best friend yelped indignantly from where he was lying down on the carpet. “I wasn’t the one who said that there’s no way his parents would come back to find us here.”

“Don’t push that on me, now,” Pansy said haughtily, lying on one side of the large bed. “I wasn’t the one who suggested spending the day indoors.”

“I only suggested it because there’s a lot to do here,” Hermione defended herself. “I forgot that he wasn’t allowed to have people over when I said it. If anything, we should blame Harry.”

“What?” Harry asked, slowly processing that the blame had somehow been passed onto him. “What did I do?”

“You were the one who suggested going through the floo anyway,” Hermione huffed.

“I was just joking!” he said defensively, before snorting. “Besides, it’s not like I pushed you through your own fireplaces while Draco wasn’t looking,”

Harry focused his attention back onto Draco, who was still panicking silently. He felt himself frown at the sight, feeling bad for the other boy. 

“Peer pressure.”

“Oh my gods!” Draco finally said aloud, wailing. “They’re going to kill me.”

“Relax, Draco,” Pansy said softly, empathizing with their friend. “What are the chances they’d come in here?”

“High!” Draco exclaimed, his eyes wide and frenzied. The image was also heightened by how messy his hair had become from running his hand through it repeatedly over the course of the past few minutes. “Very High!”

“Well, what do you suppose we do?” Hermione asked, getting up. “Maybe we can find a way to escape.”

“You’d think with how large your room is, they’d have bothered to link your fireplace to the floo network,” Ron snorted. He had a point, Harry conceded.

They all went silent after that, each one of them thinking of a possible solution before someone decides to come looking for Draco.

“Jump out of the window!”

“What?” Blaise demanded, looking appropriately concerned. 

“Jump out of the window,” Draco repeated, his face showing that he was serious. “It’s the only other way.”

“I’ll break my legs!” Ron protested. “We’re on the third floor!”

“I’’ll break your legs, Weasley, if you lot get caught in here!” Draco hissed, glaring at the redhead. 

“Surely, there’s another solution,” Hermoine interrupted, sounding uncertain.

“Nope,” Draco shrugged before finally plopping himself down on one of the sofas. “There are balconies below that you could land on, which should break your fall.”

“That’s assuming we actually land on them,” Pansy pointed out, an eyebrow raised.

“Sounds like your problem,” Draco huffed, raising a neat eyebrow back at her. “Because I told you not to come here.”‘

This was not how Harry thought he would die.

It was either death by Lucius Malfoy, who would probably make his death more painful once he realizes that Harry has feelings for his son, or death by jumping off a balcony.

Somehow, the balcony option began to look more appealing.

“This is an old, magic house, isn’t it?” Hermione asked rhetorically. “Maybe there’s a secret passageway somewhere?”

“And, pray tell, what makes you think that my magical ancestors would want to use secret passageways when they have magic?” Draco asked, looking like he was on the verge of imploding. 

“It was just a suggestion, mate,” Ron shrugged, somewhat less bothered. He began walking around the room, examining for something. What he was looking for was entirely lost on Harry.

“We’re magic!” Blaise suddenly said out loud, sitting up abruptly.

“Yes, as I’ve been informed at the ripe age of 11,” Harry said, rolling his eyes.

“Watch the tone, Potter,” Blaise said with no malice. “I just mean that we could cast a disillusionment charm on all of us and sneak out of the manor.”

“First of all,” Draco said, exhaling loudly through his nostrils. “The path from here to any possible exit is far; much farther than it would be if you’d jump out of the balcony-”

“Not happening,” Pansy huffed, interrupting him.

“-Secondly, none of us are good enough at that charm to go completely undetected,” Draco said pointedly. “And, really, five teenagers trying to creep out quietly? Fat chance.”

“We’re gonna die before we graduate. Mum is going to kill me,” Ron wailed dramatically, giving up on his investigation. “Maybe if we-”

A knock sounded from the door.

“Hide!” Draco instructed, throwing insults at them under his breath as he moved around the room. 

“Where?” Harry asked, looking around. They could shut the doors to the bedroom so Lucius would only see the sitting area, but they’d still be in plain sight.

“The bathroom!” Draco said, pointing towards one of the doors on the side of the room.

“But-”

“Not now, Harry,” Hermione sighed, grabbing him by the arm. She practically dragged him into the bathroom while the others followed closely behind them before shutting the door.

“We’re still pretty obvious,” Harry pointed out, a sense of dread filling him. Maybe it was time to accept their fate.

“The shower,” Pansy suggested. “It’s mostly hidden by the wall, so they’d have to actually go in to see us.”

“Are we going to fit?” Harry asked worriedly. They were 5 teenagers, after all. 

“Draco has a large bathroom,” Blaise shrugged, stepping in. They could have stood, but who knew how long they were going to be in there. So that’s how they found themselves practically pressed against one another - shoulder to shoulder - with their knees drawn up on the dry, shower floor.

“Father!” They could hear Draco’s voice through the walls.

“You’d think that the door would be thicker, all things considered,” Ron snorted before promptly getting smacked upside the head by his girlfriend.

“Quiet,” she hissed. “If we can hear them, there’s a chance that they can hear us.”

“Maybe we should just come out and confess,” Harry said, feeling himself start to panic. He hasn’t even asked Draco out yet, and his parents would already hate him.

Fuck, this was not how he wanted their first meeting to go. 

“Are you mad?” Blaise asked him, his voice a harsh whisper. “Draco’s dad might actually kill us. There’s no way I’m stepping out there.”

“Same here,” Ron shrugged, looking at him apologetically. 

“But at least if we just admit that we’re here, we wouldn’t look as bad as we do getting caught like this,” Harry pointed out.

“Trying to make a good impression, are you?” Pansy scoffed. If only she knew how true that statement rang. 

“Shut up,” Harry said instead. “I don’t want to die.”

“Well, we’re going to die anyway because-”

“-Tell me honestly, Draco,” the older Malfoy’s voice drawled through the walls. “Is there someone else in here?”

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They know

Summary: Harry and Percy are getting closer when the family finds out

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To be clear, it wasn't their intention to try and leep their blossoming friendship and subsequent feelings hidden from the family. They weren't ashamed by any means, but Harry was always getting whisked away by Ron or Ginny for one reason or another.

So, they made it a habit of Harry sneaking out of bed to tip-toe down the hallway down to Percy's room, knocking gently with his knuckles until Percy would open the door and they would stay up for hours, just talking about anything and everything.

After the war ended, Percy temporarily moved out of his flat that was near Diagon Alley to come back to the Burrow and into his old bedroom. They were all hurt and in need of healing after what happened to Fred; Percy felt deeply guilty and sorry for everything he'd done and vowed to make it up to them.

Harry was there, too. Mrs. Weasley insisted he stay there now that Voldemort wasn't a threat anymore. The Dursleys certainly wouldn't welcome him back with open arms or at all, really. Last he heard, they were still in hiding for the time being; just until things settled down more.

Harry had always had mixed feelings regarding Percy. At first, he was just the somewhat stuck up, no fun older brother that scolded him and Ron sometimes. But than again, Harry never had an older brother figure in his life so maybe most of them were like that.

But, as he grew older, feelings started to arise that were far from friend or brother-like. It further complicated things, causing a swirl of anxiety to feel as though it was being dropped in his stomach like a ton of bricks. He was sure that Percy would never see him beyond being Ron's best mate.

Until, lately, that is.

Harry didn't see Percy as being much of a flirt, but as he would come to find out, there was much more to Percy Weasley than meets the eye.

A subtle brush against him as they passed each other, a shy smile exchanged more than once. They would glance at each other, quickly turning away. Harry once laughed a little too hard at a joke that Percy had said while talking to Charlie. Those nearby-Ron and Ginny-stared at him in bewilderment. Charlie raised his eyebrows and Percy looked downright amused.

Harry promptly turned red.

--

Harry was laying on Percy's bed, on his side with his head propped up with his elbow. He was listening attentively to Percy describing the work that the new Minister-Kingsley-had him doing as they diligently worked to repair what had been damaged during the time that the Death Eaters had taken over the Ministry.

Percy was always so passionate when he was talking about something that interested him. And Harry saw that shining through, with the redhead waving his arms around and his tone becoming excited.

Harry could have listened to him talk for hours, as cheesy as it was.

Percy abruptly calmed down, adjusting his glasses and giving Harry a sheepish smile. "I suppose I'm boring you aren't I?"

Harry shook his head. "No. Definitely not."

"You're sure?" Percy said, frowning. "I know it isn't the most riveting work out there."

"I'm sure," Harry reassured him. "Really. I'm glad you're sharing it with me. You don't really talk about it, otherwise."

Percy lowered his gaze. "Yes, well, no one wants to hear it. You've seen how everyone thinks of me as boring. I'm not deaf, you know. I hear them pretending to yawn and ask when it'll be over. I just act like I don't hear it."

A sense of shame filled Harry. He'd done that before, growing immensely bored at listening to Percy talk of cauldron bottoms and had nudged Ron to see if he was bored as Harry felt. It never occurred to him that Percy had caught what he said. "I'm sorry."

He needn't explain it. Percy came closer, standing up from his spot on his desk chair and sitting on the bed. He ruffled Harry's naturally untidy hair and the younger boy rolled his eyes. "It's alright," he assured, Harry.

"But it isn't," Harry protested. "You didn't deserve to be made fun of for that. No one makes fun of Charlie when he talks about dragons for hours and they don't pretend to be sleeping when Bill tells us the same stories about his job." He sat up, scooting closer to Percy and looked at the man earnestly. "It isn't fair to you."

"Harry-" Percy blinked, apparently caught off guard. "I...I didn't know you cared that much. I-thank you. I really appreciate it."

Harry leaned over to hug him, surprising them both. He wasn't all that affectionate, usually. "Of course I do," he muttered, getting momentarily distracted by the smell that was coming from Percy. He was wearing cologne. It suited him well.

It also was making Harry's brain short circuit.

Slowly, to linger to keep absorbing as much of the aroma as possible, Harry pulled away. A bit saddened at the loss of contact. But he didn't vocalize it.

Percy was looking at him quite funny. It made his stomach do that flip flop, like when he had his brief crush on Cho. He swallowed.

"What?"

"Nothing," Percy shook his head, giving a sound that was between a scoff and a breathy laugh. "I just- your eyes are very green, that's all."

"Err, okay," Harry said, bemusedly.

"S'stupid, I know. I just-"

"It's not," Harry interrupted him. "Guess I've just heard that a lot. I mean, I thought you knew."

" I did," Percy said, maintaining eye contact. "But I've never seen them this close up before. It's different."

"Oh," Harry whispered. "Alright."

"I like them," Percy said, quietly. "Your eyes. They're your best feature, really."

A brilliant flush washed over Harry's face. He wasn't used to being complimented for his appearance, much less from the man he'd taken a serious fancy to. "Thanks," he ducked his head. "I mean, they're alright, I suppose."

"I mean it," Percy licked his lips and Harry zeroed in on his tongue that lightly brushed over on the pink flesh.

Godric, help him.

"You're staring," Percy breathed and Harry knew he was caught.

"Sorry," Harry muttered. He was going to move, go back to Ron's bedroom where he found bury his face in the pillow to forget about this moment when Percy took ahold of his wrist, preventing him from leaving.

"Don't be," Percy's eyes were dilated. "I'm rather glad."

"You are?" Harry's own eyes widened slightly at the confession.

"Indeed. I quite like you, Harry."

"How do you like me?" Harry deliberately kept his voice low.

"I think you know," Percy said smoothly.

Harry's heart gave a leap.

"I want to kiss you," Percy admitted. "But this isn't the right time. We hardly know much about each other, not as much as we should."

Harry nodded wordlessly.

He longed to pull the other man by the loose tie he was still wearing and smash his lips against him, but Percy was right.

They both felt that connection.

That feeling of electricity that Harry had previously dismissed as being real.

They would take it slow. They wouldn't rush anything. Because they both wanted it to work.

It had to.

"We'll get there," Percy cut through his thoughts, speaking softly. "I promise you."

Harry could only nod again.

"Suppose I should go, then..."

"You don't have to," Percy shook his head. "If you don't want to, I mean. I like having you here." He laid on his back, his head resting against the pillow and he gestured for Harry to join him.

"Really?" Harry gawked at him. "You don't think it's too soon for that?"

Percy seemed a bit startled and propped himself on his elbows just as Harry had done earlier. "Do you?"

"I don't know," this was new territory for him. "I've never done this before."

"I understand," Percy said, sincerely. "You certainly don't have to if you dont want to."

Harry glanced over his shoulder at the closed door and back to Percy's slight apprehensive and hopeful face.

"I want to," he decided. He crawled next to Percy and the red head wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer.

Harry's heartbeat quickened, the cologne infiltrating his nostrils once again. He'd never been that close in proximity to Percy before, where the freckles that were scattered on the man's face became more pronounced.

"Do I make you nervous?" Percy murmured. He'd turned his head, his breath hitting Harry's temple.

"A bit." Percy was having more of an affect on him, more than simply nerves. He was hardly doing much, and he might not have even known it, but the slight touch to Harry's skin was like fire.

Harry had never experienced such a feeling with anyone else and he didn't want it to end.

"A bit, how?" He could hear the smile in Percy's voice. His words were coquettish, thoroughly un-Percy-like.

"I think you know."

Percy's soft laugh reverberated off the walls.

They laid there for the longest time. Harry eventually allowed himself to relax, the tension from being so close to Percy fading away. For a while, until sleep began to override the red head and his hand went limp, his fingers had been running through Harry's hair.

It might've been Harry's imagination or a bit of a hallucination from exhaustion, but out of his peripheral vision, Harry could have sworn that Percy was going to kiss his forehead-before he retracted.

--

Harry noticed two things when he awoke the next morning.

One, he was laying right on Percy's chest. The red head was still asleep, blissfully oblivious to it, but his arms were wrapped around Harry's frame, keeping a decent grip for not being awake.

And two, Ginny was standing in the room, wide-eyed with her mouth agape, frozen.

"Ginny," he started, then stopped because what was he supposed to say that would somehow this when he was on her brother's chest, in his room when he should have been with Ron?

Ginny held her hands up, coughing lightly. "Mum, erm, was wondering where you went. Said to tell you, Ron and Percy that breakfast is ready."

"Right," Harry muttered. "Thanks."

Ginny nodded. A smirk came onto her face, now that her own awkwardness seemed to subside a bit. "Tell that to Percy when he wakes up, will you?"

Harry was trying to move at least one of Percy's arms, which was keeping him trapped. "Right," he said. "I'll do that. Close the door behind you, yeah?"

Ginny did just that and he was sure he heard her snicker as she turned away.

Once they were safe, privacy restored, Harry shook the red head gently. "Percy," he whispered, urgently. "Percy, wake up!"

Percy's face scrunched up and he looked blearily at Harry. "Hmm?" He grunted.

"Wake up," Harry repeated.

Percy released Harry when he moved his arms to rub at his eyes. "What time is it?" However, before Hary could get a word out, he sat straight up, suddenly looking more awake. "Oh, Merlin. We fell asleep."

Harry exhaled. "Yeah."

"You have to leave," Percy told him, quickly. "Mum's going to be wondering where you're at."

"Too late," Harry mumbled. He hesitated. "Ginny was here."

Percy groaned, falling back. "Merlin's beard, this isn't good."

"Sorry," Harry muttered, looking on over at the wall instead of Percy's eyes. "Should've left last night."

Unbeknownst to him, Percy frowned and sighed. "It's not your fault, now stop it. I was the one that invited you to lay down. I should've known better, we were both tired by that time."

"What will we tell them?" Harry wondered. "They're going to have questions."

"The truth," Percy shrugged.

"Really?" Harry blurted out.

Percy looked at him strangely. "Yes, if that's alright with you."

"Oh, yeah! Yeah, that's fine. I....I didn't think you'd want them to know."

"Why?" Percy was surprised. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know," Harry shrugged now. "Figured you'd want to keep it quiet."

"But why?"

"I'm," Harry mulled over what he'd say, "not exactly the best person to be with right now."

"Harry, if this is about the war, I completely understand," Percy said softly.

"It's not that....people are going to talk, Percy."

"Let them," Percy said, immediately.

"But your job-"

"My job isn't going to dictate my personal life," Percy said, matter-of-factly. "If I want to see you and you're alright with that, then that's what I'll do."

A warm sensation filled Harry from his toes to his face. A goofy grin came onto his lips. "Oh," he murmured.

"Indeed," Percy agreed. There was a two second pause. "Shall I take it from your smile that you wouldn't mind seeing me?"

"You'd be right, Mr. Weasley," Harry said with a sense of playfulness that he didn't know he had in him.

Percy grinned.

--

Most of the family was there at the table, eating breakfast and drinking their tea without much talking going on. Bill and Fleur were back at their cottage, they'd decided against staying at the Burrow. And right after the battle, Charlie was summoned back to Romania to tend to one of the dragons that was injured from some falling debris.

Ron wasn't down there, yet, either. Harry was thankful. Perhaps he hadn't realized he was gone. Of course, that wouldn't stop Ginny or Mrs. Weasley from asking him about last night. He imagined they were bursting to know why he was in Percy's room, of all people.

"Morning," Harry kept his head low. Percy let him go ahead of him, while he dawdled.

Mrs. Weasley glanced at him, smiling. She was pouring tea in Ginny's cup. "Good morning, Harry, Dear. How did you sleep?"

Ginny snorted.

Harry cleared his throat. Mrs. Weasley was most likely not trying to tease him, but he still couldn't help but feel cornered. "Fine, thanks."

"Bet you did," Ginny mumbled.

Harry blushed, taking a seat.

"I noticed you weren't in Ron's room, Dear," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Err, yeah."

"Ginny told me you were in Percy's room, is that right?"

"Yeah," Harry said, quietly.

George almost spit out his tea. "Percy's room?" He said in disbelief. "What in Godric's name were you doing in there?"

Now Harry definitely felt cornered. "Nothing," he said hurriedly to avoid any unnecessary belief in thinking that they'd done more than they did. "We just talked, is all."

"Talked to who?" Ron came down, yanking behind his hand.

"Harrykins was talking to Percy," George informed him. "Last night in Percy's bedroom."

"Why?" Ron looked at Harry, blankly.

"Hush up, all of you," Mrs. Weasley had mercy on Harry. "If Harry wants to tell you, that's his business. And be nice, Percy is your brother. He's working hard to mend things so we should be making am effort as well." She gave her children a stern gaze, silently daring them to contradict her.

"Oh, come on, Mum," George protested, "you aren't the slight bit curious why Harry was with Percy, of all people?"

"No," she retorted.

Harry grimaced when Percy appeared, smiling at them. "Good morning," he greeted, kissing his mum on the cheek. "This looks delicious, Mum." He took a seat adjacent to Harry's.

"Why was Harry in your room, Perce?" Ron said, dumbly.

"It isn't it obvious?" Ginny mumbled under her breath.

But Ron didn't hear her.

"Not that it's any of your business," Percy said, pointedly, "but we were talking."

"About what?" George was confused. "What could you two have to talk about?"

"Plenty," Percy raised his eyebrows.

Harry itched to intervene before Ron or George said something hurtful, as they prone to do.

Ron blinked. "But why?" He pressed. "Harry never talks to you."

"Actually, Ron-"

"We do," Harry said and everyone's attention turned to him. "Talk, I mean. We've been doing it every night since Percy came back."

Ginny looked thoughtful. George and Ron were astounded. Mrs. Weasley had a smile on her face.

"You have?" Ron couldn't believe it.

"Yes," Harry said, slowly. "And that's not all." He glanced at Percy for permission. The red head nodded subtly. "We're, err, well-"

Percy, thank Godric, was able to articulate it for him. "What Harry means to say is, we've come to have certain....feelings for each other."

Mrs. Weasley squealed and gave them both a bone crushing hug. Harry had a nagging suspicion that wedding magazines would soon be popping up all over the place.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" She gushed, clapping her hands together.

Oh, yes, Harry could see the wedding bells in her eyes.

"We aren't together yet, Mum," Percy said, gently. "Not yet. We want to get to know each other first."

"Oh, nonsense. You've known each other for years!"

"But not on a personal level," Percy explained, patiently. "I know Harry as Ron's friend. But I want to know him further. I want to know him intimately."

Harry's felt awfully like a teenage girl, but he could not stop the happiness that was roaming around within him. He couldn't remember someone ever saying something like that to him before.

"You really like Percy like that, Harry?" Geotge spoke up, glancing between them. Ron was looking just as confused.

"Yes," Harry affirmed.

"Like a-a lover?" Ron was having difficulty getting the question out.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Ronald Weasley, if you even think about-"

"I don't care that he's gay!" Ron said, defensively. "He already told me, anyway. S'just weird, is all, liking my brother."

"You didn't react well when he was with Ginny, either," George snickered.

Said Weasley rolled her eyes.

"But I do agree with Ron on this," George continued, sobering. "Why Percy?" He looked to Harry.

Percy was trying to appear as though he didn't care that much about Harry's response, trying to nonchalantly stir the sugar into his tea; but Harry saw through that. He was obvious (to Harry), there came the little glances out of the corner of his eye as he waited for Harry to speak. "He's just..." Harry paused, "different. He made mistakes but he's trying to fix them and there's so much more about him that I never realized."

"Like what?" Ron asked.

"He's really passionate about things and he's got a wicked sense of humor."

"Percy?" George snorted. "Our Percy? Him? Percy Weasley?"

Percy looked mildly annoyed.

"Yes, him," Harry said. "You'd know if you paid more attention to him."

That got them thinking.

"Alright, then, why Harry?" Ron directed to Percy.

"He's different," Percy chuckled when his siblings rolled their eyes. "He makes me feel appreciated and I don't have to worry about boring him. It's just a different feeling, one that I never even shared with Penelope." He then added, "He's quite good looking, too."

Ginny laughed.

Mrs. Weasley beamed.

Harry shot him a dirty look, his cheeks reddening.

"Oh," was all Ron could say.

"You're not angry, are you?" Harry was concerned.

Ron immediately shook his head. "Course not. It'll take some time to get used to but you don't have to worry about anything, Harry. You're my best mate. I'll support you no matter what."

Inwardly, Harry gave a sigh of relief.

Ginny kicked George from underneath the table. "Ow! Sheesh, Gin. What was that for? If Harrykins likes Percy, then that's fine by me. He's just going to regret not picking up on a such a handsome bloke like myself," he said with an air of fake arrogance.

"You're not even gay," Ginny pointed out.

"The point still stands," George sniffed.

The Weasley siblings shared a laugh. Harry watched as Ginny affectionately ruffled Percy's hair and George promised to give Harry a "talking to" and later on, when Mr. Weasley came back from whatever he was working on in the shed, he was informed of the events he missed.

Now that it was out in the open, he and Percy didn't have to be so secretive. So, at dinner, they sat next to each other and Harry was free to glance over at his potential lover, observing how he easily brushed off his siblings' teasing about his (possible) relationship.

It was a good time, indeed.

--

I hope y'all liked it! I would love to do more Percy/Harry so if you guys have any requests, don't be afraid to message me!

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[my-oh-my]

silver bullets and red roses: chapter one

hi! this is my first post, i started writing this series literally months ago and i forgot about it. i read it over again and got the cringe sweats but i edited it so its not overly horrific. dunkirk! harry was my late sexual awakening. so be kind!

Alex! Harry x Female OC

Warnings: PTSD (in a sense), war scenes - please, please, please don't read if anything makes you uncomfortable! its not worth it!

Summary: Rose Harrington joins her father in an attempt to save the men trapped at Dunkirk

Word Count: 1.73k

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It was not difficult to spot Rose Harrington in a crowd of people. Her luminous smile was easy to find in room of others, her smile lit up the entire room – it was near impossible for her expression of happiness to catch onto your own. Though it seemed more challenging to find her than it originally seemed in the eyes of the Nazis situated in Dunkirk.

Rose Harrington was an exceptional young lady. Fluent in four different languages; Italian, French, German and English, the top of her school in academics, nurse and a British spy under the orders of the S.O.E to pose as a German Nazi nurse on the wretched battlefield in Dunkirk.

Though here she sat, on a dreary June day, listening cautiously to the radio cracking out words to keep the Nation up to date on the war situation. She watched as they steady rain tapped against the windowpane, the droplets racing each other to the bottom of the window. It had been a month since she returned from her deathly mission in Dunkirk, scenes which she had seen, endured, flashing through her mind every now and again causing her to inhale sharply or pinch her arm. She had seen death beyond belief, she had escaped death too many times to count on her polished fingers, but she would do it all again to know that she had helped a multitude of people by her actions.

A sudden noise awoke her from her unconscious daydreaming, the entrance door opening, causing her to jolt in her spot on the armchair. Rose gently rose to her feet, chasing the sound of the door and rattling. Her father’s figure came into view, making Rose ease her mind. She furrowed her brows as she noticed him search through doors of the cabinet, throwing keys onto the dark wooden surface on top.

“What’s happening?” Rose questioned, walking closer towards her father, who looked up at her in light shock, “They’ve called for little boats to rescue the men at Dunkirk, I’m going” He muttered, inspecting a key before placing it in his pocket and turning around in a hurry to the cupboard on the other side of the entrance. Rose studied him, determination beginning to course through her veins, “Ok, I am coming too” she pronounced softly, slipping on her black oxfords, “No. No you are not. You have done more than enough with this war. Plenty” He ordered, pointing his finger towards Rose sternly to which she returned with a shake of her head, “No. I want to do more. I can do more. It is for my country. You need help anyhow.” She insisted, clearly not straying from her decision by shrugging on her coat.

Joseph Harrington was a Captain in World War I. He suffered, he had to make several hard decisions which would haunt him in his later years. He loved his family dearly, but the weight of war on his shoulders sometimes became too heavy for him. On some occasions, when fireworks would boom through the neighbourhood on New Year’s Eve or he would read a newspaper recalling the events in the war, he would burst into fits of rage. Chairs, glassware and the delicate skin of the ones he loved would break when he came into these fits, leaving tears stained on everyone’s cheeks as they began to clean the mess made, Joseph sitting in his arm chair; a glass of bourbon resting in his trembling hands. The Harringtons knew that it was just shell shock, that he did not mean to do such things and they still loved him, but that did not stop them from pits of fear overwhelming their stomachs. Joseph was positive that letting Rose come with him was one of those decisions which would leave him overcome with distraught in the future, but he also knew his daughter. She was determined, she never gave up.

“You’re just like your Mother” he sighed, grabbing a bundle of ropes out of the cupboard and opening the front door, Rose smiled graciously before walking swiftly out the door.

“Diese britischen Bastarde werden keine Woche länger durchhalten (These British bastards won’t last a week)” a man spat, blood pouring out of his arm, a sizable gun shot wound evident in his bicep, “Wir töten sie wie nichts (We’re killing them like its nothing)” he continued. Rose sat him down on a stretcher, tying a bandage around the wound tightly whilst trying to not listen to the Nazi’s gross bragging. “Was passiert da draußen? (What’s happening out there?)” Rose asked innocently, looking up at the man’s wicked blue eyes curiously.

“Sie schicken sie nur unvorbereitet ab (They’re just sending them off unprepared)” he replied glancing at the other men in the open area, “Wir greifen sie heute Abend an, ein offenes Gebiet entlang der Küste des Strandes, wo sie sitzen (We're attacking them tonight, an open area along the coast of the beach where they're sitting)” he smirked proudly as Rose returned it with one of her own (of course it was fake, unbeknownst to him). “Ich weiß, dass du einen guten Job machst, das machst du immer, was mir den Job als Krankenschwester erleichtert (I know that you do a good job, you always do that, which makes my job as a nurse easier)” She smiled, beginning to clear the blood made by the man, who chuckled lightly at her joke.

“Heil Hitler (Hail Hitler)” he proclaimed, to which Rose strained a smile of pride. The man rushed away, laughing along with a bunch of men in their Nazi uniforms a few metres away from her. She made a mental note to ensure she did not leave any details out in her telegraph back home, these details meaning life or death for many men.

Rose could not see home. Nor could she see the blood-stained beaches of Dunkirk. She could only see the unforgiving deep blue waters of the ocean which stretched for kilometres, and boats. There were boats of all different sizes and colours littered along the water, all come together to save their men. She inhaled deeply, smelling the saltiness on the sea breeze and the petrol fumes expelling from her boat’s engine.

“It’s quite amazing, isn’t it?” Rose spoke out against the apprehensive silence which clouded the boat, “What is” her father muttered, eyes on the water in front of him as he steered the boat, “The number of people, number of boats” she replied looking around them at them all, a sense of patriotism filling her insides. The flag of the union jack whipped around behind them, cracking with the pride of the British.

The boat was a moderate size, with a timber finish and a deck below. It had become slightly rusty from the lack of use, blue paint beginning to crack and chip off on the sides. Nevertheless, she was still the Harrington’s beauty, Pegasus was her name. Before the war, before Rose had grown up, it was a family boat. On warm summer Saturdays, the Harringtons would take Pegasus for a dip into the Iris Canal, with packed ham sandwiches and a treat of a biscuit, courtesy of Doreen Harrington. Doreen and Joseph would sit back in the boat, Doreen perhaps reading a book whilst Joseph nostalgically smoked cigarettes. They seemed so calm in comparison to Charles and Rose, who were playfully splashing the cool water of the river at each other, laughter floating down the canal.

If you had met Charles and Rose, you would be surprised to hear that they were not Siamese twins separated. They were each other’s best friend, they never fought, they simply enjoyed one another’s company. Charles was a year older than his sister, a shy young man with outstanding engineering talents. As the war began to unfold, the unspeakable idea arose in the Harrington household brought up by Charles. “I must go, it would be cowardly if I didn’t” he spoke calmly to Rose who stared down into her lap, tears rolling unconsciously down her rosy cheeks. 

“Its not cowardly at all Charles. It is ok to not go, to say no to being killed.” She choked out, looking up at Charles who was standing in the doorway of her bedroom. “I’m not going to be killed, Rose. I will survive.” He breathed, walking towards Rose and kneeling in front of where she sat on her bed. Rose looked back down into her lap, fiddling with her perfectly polished hands. “Rose” he whispered, wrapping his hands around Rose’s little ones to stop her anxious fiddling. Rose stared deeply into her brother’s, the calming blue matching her own. “I promise, I will survive” he continued, a small sympathetic smile growing on his face. Rose breathed deeply, the thought of losing her brother becoming a little less overwhelming at his promise. “Even if you do survive, you’ll turn out like Dad” she muttered, a single tear falling. Charles sighed shakily, wiping the tear away with the back of his hand. “Not if I can help it” he smiled sympathetically, “I don’t think I’ll ever be as bald as him” he joked, grinning largely. Rose chuckled, sniffling up her last bits of sadness and pulling her broken parts back together.

The faint outline of the grey shores of Dunkirk beach began to appear as Rose and her father drew closer to the men. Rose inhaled, looking out towards the shore. She began to feel a slight pull at her stomach, and she hated herself for it. These men had been sitting ducks for months, a multitude dying in the meantime, she had merely spent a month in Dunkirk. Now was not the time to be fussed about her own apprehension, but rather saving heartbreak from families.

The dreadful smell of smoke and burning oil filled her nostrils, making her become suddenly alert. She studied along the surface of water, noticing a large ship beginning to capsize – smoke puffing from the wreck. “Dad” she walked over to the port side of Pegasus, trying to catch a closer glance. Joseph looked over to his daughter, staring past her shoulder at the mess of ships and smoke on the water. He remained focused on the sight, turning the boat around and accelerating her to the fastest she could go with a great roar from the engine.

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[falsegoodnight]

Tangled AU snippet :)

Harry kicks up his feet on the table, leaning back in his feet and closing his eyes. His head is tilted back, exposing the long line of his neck. Louis gets momentarily distracted by the movement of his Adam’s apple bobbing before averting his eyes, feeling embarrassed. “I need a wank,” groans Harry and Louis furrows his eyebrows. 

“Mate, same,” says Niall, sounding woeful. “Wanking is the only way to deal with this shit, I swear.” He disappears into the kitchen, undoubtedly in search for more food. Louis frowns, turning to Harry. 

“What’s wanking?” he asks loudly, very confused. 

Harry sits up and stares at him, mouth dropping a little bit. 

“What?” asks Louis defensively. 

Harry continues to stare incredulously, looking so shocked Louis is getting uncomfortable. 

“I just asked a question, geez.” He fidgets with Harry’s jacket, slumping in his chair. 

“You don’t… Of course you don’t,” says Harry, looking horrified.

“Well what is it?”

Harry makes a weird face. “Um, never mind,” he says hastily. “Let’s talk about something- anything else.”

Louis huffs before turning to find Niall who’s returned with a bowl of crisps. “Niall, what’s wanking?”

The man blinks, looking stunned for a moment before cackling gleefully. “Oh my god,” he says, face red. Then he doubles over again, tears in his eyes. Louis scowls, crossing his arms. 

“You don’t want to know,” says Harry, shaking his head.

“Yes I do,” counters Louis.

“No, sweetheart, trust me. You’re too innocent,” says Harry adamantly. 

Louis glares at him. “I think I’m the best judge on what I can and can’t handle.” 

“It’s touching yourself,” says Niall, still breathless from his laughing. 

He blinks. “Touching yourself? That’s it?”

Harry chokes out a laugh. “Touching yourself sexually, he means. Like touching your dick.” He gives Louis a meaningful look. “Or other places down there.” 

Louis blinks. “That’s it? I’ve done that.”

“You’ve-” Harry’s mouth shuts and his nostrils flare. For a moment, there’s a tense silence as Louis stares at Harry and Harry stares right back, eyes darkening. His expression changes into something sly, a little bit more dangerous. “You’ve touched yourself, Lou?” 

Louis gets the feeling the tone of the conversation has drastically changed. “Um… yes?” He’s read about it in books and done it multiple times- pleasuring himself by touching certain parts. He’s assuming that’s what they’re talking about. He looks at the other man and the layer of something in his eyes that wasn’t there before. He’s thinking this topic is a bit more taboo than he thought. 

“And tell me, when you’ve touched yourself, did it feel good?” asks Harry, eyes gleaming. 

Niall makes a choked off sound and abruptly stands up. “I’m gonna go… bathroom.” He leaves hastily, abandoning his snack. Louis frowns at his retreating back before turning back to Harry’s unwavering stare. He shifts uneasily. 

“Yes,” says Louis carefully. “I think that’s the point right? Pleasure?”

Harry nods deliberately, eyes still glued to his face. Louis finds himself blushing even though he doesn’t know why. “And have you ever orgasmed?”

Louis flushes, avoiding eye contact. “Why are we talking about this?”

“Have you?” presses Harry. He’s leaning in even further. “Have you worked yourself up to a release darling? Teased yourself until you’re writhing in bed, desperate and needy? With your hand? Or…” He licks his lips. “Fingers.”

Louis swallows, a low coil of heat forming in his abdomen. “I… have.”

“Which one?” whispers Harry. 

“Both,” whispers Louis. His answer so quiet, it almost disappears in the air with no acknowledgement. But Harry heard him. Harry always hears him. “If you’re talking about using, um, fingers in your, uh my…” He breaks off, flustered. 

“Hole,” says Harry just as quietly. Somehow the nearly three feet of space between them has reduced to a few centimeters. Harry’s face is so close to Louis’, he can feel his breath brush his skin. He shivers. “I bet you’re loud,” muses Harry and Louis chokes, eyes widening. “I bet you’re a squirmy one, biting your fist so your mum can’t hear. Look so sweet and innocent but I bet you’re obscene when you pleasure yourself. What do you think about sweetheart, do you think of-”

“Harry!” exclaims Louis hotly. He stands up haltingly, face flushed and heat coiling in his stomach. He’s aroused. And mortified. Harry just slouches back into his seat, smirking. “You’re… That was inappropriate,” Louis says stiffly, averting his eyes from his smug face. 

“You’re the one who asked darling,” says Harry. Louis scowls because he’s right. 

“Cut it out,” he says anyway. 

Harry raises his hands in surrender, still looking entirely too amused. Louis can’t stand him honestly. It doesn’t matter that they’ve been getting along well. Harry can still manage to rile him up in less than a minute and Louis despises it. He despises the power Harry holds over him and most of all, he despises that Harry knows it.

“I’m going to the bedroom,” he says, heart still racing. 

Harry raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Gonna go touch yourself?”

Louis sputters. “No.”

“Think of me!” Harry calls out as he rushes from the room. He bites down on his lip, shivering at the thought. 

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coming soon to falsegoodnight || excuse any errors (i’m still in the blind-to-my-own-mistakes haze)

#snippet #tangled au #my fics #*hides* #this is literally a portion of the only part i have written so far #because cocky harry and flustered louis is too much to resist #this is next on the list of wips after mpreg and swan lake #i'm really excited #wips

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BEST OF LUCK

(Set in an AU with Victorian era! Harry) You love another from afar, but your hand is already promised to a very snarky and at times, pompous Mr. Styles. Your mother and father are rooting for the relationship wholeheartedly while you pine for some distant, beautiful creature. Will you condemn yourself to love someone who’s affections you can’t reciprocate? Or will you finally admit the truth and live your life as you’d wish?

Warnings: angst ??

A thick fog covered the ground, hovering in a ghostly fashion like some restless spirit waiting to be seen. The sun was just breaking into the morning sky but the fog and the blanket of clouds blocked it from coming out into full view, casting a faint yellow glow in its place in the eastern sky. The birds in their respective trees on the edge of the expansive land in front of you, sang their tune, letting you know that the day was finally beginning. Though empty, the glittering fields standing in between the woodlands held some sort of story, a past that needed recollecting. You’d recall playing with your cousins, tumbling down the small hills and getting dried grass all over your clothes and in your hair. The woods held all of your secrets and magic that you had created in your childhood, and they’d never utter a word.

Your family’s home stood behind you nearly two hundred yards away, each soul still sound asleep in their bedrooms. The brick farmhouse was beginning to show its age, the once deep red hue was now a peach color and the black shutters were beginning to chip away from the many storms and years that plagued it. The glass in the windows was even aging, apparent from the ripple-like appearance it had. The roof had patches of shingles that were either missing or disheveled. The chickens in the coop behind the house were clucking and like the birds in the trees, were ready for the day to start. The grass beneath you was damp with dew, you let your feet relish in the feeling, squelching every time you dared move them. You looked down and saw the dirt and grass clippings caked to your feet, knowing your mother would have something to say when you decided to meander back to the house. But for now, in your white nightgown and your hair tied back with some string, you would be one with the ground and the sky that threatened to brighten at any moment. When you had these little meetings with the earth in the early morning, you felt invincible like nothing could tear you away from it.

That was true until she came.

To others, she may have just been a passing figure like a ship in the middle of the sea when all is quiet and dark. To you, she was always present in your mind, never ignored. Your heartbeat quickened when she came around the side of the house, carrying feed for the chickens that were still continuing on with their noise. Her golden hair cascaded down her back in waves, tied back much like yours was but with a white ribbon. Simple accents like this always drew your attention for the fact that that it seemed so effortless on her part. A ribbon, a different colored garment or even a slight blush on her cheeks, it always causes you to take notice.

As she neared the chicken coop, her eyes never met yours. Desperation was all you could feel, desperation for her to look up and see you sitting in the grass almost like a child, for her to meet your eyes and smile. Only on two occasions could you remember her smiling at you, a genuine smile, not those smiles she would exchange when she passed you in the house or when you swapped pleasantries throughout the day. A real smile was what you longed for. The type of smile that would send you over the moon if she dared let her guard down for even just a moment.

She never wavered though. She always kept about her business and didn’t give you a second thought, at least that was what it felt like. You knew in the deepest parts of your heart that even if she did happen to glance up one day and acknowledge your existence, you might just die on the spot which could be even more damaging than the fact that she was in her own world without you. The longing you felt to be under her skin, to smell her hair and meld your bodies together, it drove you insane.

Her name, was Elle. Elle didn’t come from a prominent or wealthy family, you weren’t even sure she had a family at all. There always seemed to be a loneliness buried under her warm exterior but you couldn’t be sure. If she was lonely, her demeanor never let on.

She tip toed around the chicken coop, being careful not to step on any of the birds running underneath her feet, spreading the feed around and letting it run through her fingers. She smiled to herself and your heart fluttered inside of its cage — did she know you were watching? Or did the thought of another cross her mind and cause this look of delight?

After spreading the rest of the chicken’s breakfast around the ground, she wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist and looked up to the sky. Her nostrils flared as she took in a deep inhale and shifted her body from side to side, allowing the farm air along with the forest scent fill her nose. You stared unashamedly — mesmerized by every movement and facial expression she made. Elle was a beautiful girl, there was no doubt about that but it was more so her elegance even while doing the most trivial jobs, that had you wrapped around her finger. There was an innocence about her and worldliness all in one. It seemed like nothing bad could touch her while at the same time, daunting things had been seen by those bright blue eyes of hers. Of course, this was merely an assumption made due to lack of conversation and even eye contact for that matter.

“Y/N!” You nearly jumped out of your skin at the shrill voice that came from your right side. You clutched your heart and immediately turned to see your mother standing over you, already dressed for the day and probably disapproving of your nightgown clad body.

“Mother!” You said quickly, secretly terrified that she had read your mind or even worse — saw you staring at Elle. You scrambled up to get off of the ground and brush the earth off of you.

“What in God’s name are you doing out here again? I mean goodness child, it’s barely dawn and you’ll catch a chill.” You loved your mother dearly but the nagging was incessant. You knew it was all an act of love but sometimes you just wished you could communicate with her in only looks rather than words. It sure would save a lot of time.

“I was just —“ you tried to defend yourself but got interrupted.

“Ah ah — none of your excuses. Harry is on his way and we must be hasty to get you ready by the time the carriage arrives.” She granted you a look of disapproval as she grasped your wrist, not too forcefully but firmly. Your heart sank at the sound of his name. Harry. The man your father had hand picked for you to marry, the man you could stand for a mere five minutes until your blood was boiling and you would have to flee the room. A good man, your mother would always remind you and you suspected she was trying to convince herself rather than you. Really, he wasn’t a terrible human being, but you had other predelictions and those didn’t happen to include Harry. He was agreeable at times, but had a bad habit of making passive comments that had hints of poison hidden behind them.

“Pardon me mother but Harry, really? On such short notice I — “ for a second time, but it wouldn’t be the last, she cut you off.

“Yes, child, today! We discussed this earlier in the week, your father and I, and you as we sat and ate dinner the other day. You seemed very partial to it. Why the sudden change?” She rambled on. The truth was, you really didn’t remember the conversation she spoke of at all. This happened often, you’d be off deep in some day dream, a long reverie and your mother would be going on. However you wouldn’t hear it, her words were muffled as you sunk deeper into your fantasy. You would simply nod and act like you’d hung on to every word she said.

“No change mother,” You squeaked out, snapped out of your trance, fearful of being found out again. “I’m actually quite looking forward to it.” You lied right through your teeth, your jaw aching from clenching it tight.

Guiltily, you followed your mother up the path to the front of the house. Walking by the garden in the back, you took one last glance at Elle. She was checking the vegetable patch for any tomatoes or peppers that may have sprung up over night. You held your gaze until you rounded the corner of the house, the orange brick nearly swiping your arm as you lacked attention to it.

“Come on!” Your mother grabbed your hand, apparently you weren’t walking fast enough for her taste. The scene would probably appear ridiculous to an onlooker, a grown woman being dragged to the house by her mother to force her to dress for a man she would never love. Such was your life as of now though, and there didn’t seem to be anyway to change it.

The giant slate shaded front door stood in front of the two of you as you came around the house. Your mother let go of your hand and looked down the gravel curved driveway for what you assumed must be Harry.

“Is he coming soon?” You asked, praying the answer was no and that he’d arrive later or hopefully never, you thought privately.

“Y/N I didn’t startle you out of your daydreams for my health, yes he’ll be here within hours — maybe minutes!” Your mother rolled her eyes at your question. She was a loving woman really, she just had a patience as thin as freshly, frozen ice and her neuroticism seemed to grow with age.

Your stomach began to turn at the thought of your soon-to-be-betrothed arriving at any second. The anxious feeling would always begin in your hands, a slight tingle and then your chest would begin to ache. It would start to course throughout your veins and always affect your stomach the worst — not necessarily nausea but a butterfly sensation that would cause feelings of impending doom. It wasn’t necessarily the man himself who caused this panic inside of you but rather the thought of never having Elle and forcing a feeling towards someone, no matter how incorrigible the person might be. None of it seemed fair but then again, your father always told you nothing ever would be.

Your mother pulled open the large door and waved you inside, heading straight for the staircase in the foyer to get you upstairs and dressed.

“Mother really, I can do it myself,” You huffed, not wanting her to think this was disrespect but rather an attempt at some alone time with your imagination.

“Nonsense, you never pick out anything proper.”

You wanted to scream. In some ways, she wanted you to be independent but in many others, she was suffocating. You’d been alive for two decades and some change and had enough sense to pick out your own outfit for meeting a suitor. You knew she would never let up though, so letting her have her way was easier than the alternative.

She frantically rummaged through your closet and chest of drawers, a desperate attempt to find something to make your second meeting with the man perfect. You almost scoffed to yourself at the thought of any interaction between the two of you being perfect.

“Try this one,” Your mother chose a light baby blue frock, practically tossing it behind her and almost hitting your face. You glanced up towards the ceiling, asking whatever god there was to please rescue you from this entire day.

“The color’s too much,” you had to admit, holding the dress up to you in the mirror and frowning at its garish flare against your skin.

“Alright, well — lets see,” she continued to throw around every item of clothing in the room frantically. After a few minutes of waiting on another piece of fabric to come flying at your head, you decided to take a seat on your bed. You sighed as your body sunk into the mattress, the dull ache in your gut still nagging at you.

“Now I think this one will definitely do,” she carried a cream dress out of the closet, smiling at the item of clothing like it was your matrimonial garb. You did have to admit that it was a simple but pretty gown that seemed to pair with your skin tone and wasn’t too gaudy. You rose up from the bed and reached a hand out to touch the fabric softly. You rubbed some of the cotton in between two of your fingers, your mother staring at you, waiting on approval.

“Well go on, try it on,” handing the dress to you, she began to pick up some of the others and return them to their proper place in the room.

You removed your clothes, never ashamed of your mother being in the room as you had an unspoken bond regardless of the bickering and nagging. Once stripped, you slipped into the creamy colored linen and turned to your mirror against the wall. You couldn’t be sure but you swore the woman in the mirror was almost smiling and had a twinge of confidence gleaming in her eyes. This dress would do.

Your mother turned to you, and smiled broadly. She spread her arms out and approached you, embracing you fully.

“You look absolutely beautiful, how is he going to resist?” She giggled and gave your cheek a quick peck.

“Now let’s do something with that hair.” She fussed, and you laughed to yourself, knowing that her comments always followed with another gouge at you. However, this was just how the two of you operated and it would probably always be this way. It wasn’t conventional but nothing in your life even closely resembled conventionality anymore.

———

You took a deep breath while doing one more look over yourself in the mirror. Your anxiety had been a small seed at first but grew quickly driven by the incessantness of your mother and the earlier sighting of Elle. Now your trepidation had exceeded itself and you found yourself constantly checking the window to see that black and gold ornate carriage rolling down the gravel past the forestry on both sides of the house in a familiar fashion. You’d seen many carriages coming down the road, whether it be family or close friends of your parents and even friends from your schooling in earlier childhood years, but those visits had never caused such a frantic and confused feeling inside of you before.

You’d been pacing the room for some time and decided to take a seat in the chair beside your window, grabbing a book by your bed that you’d been working on finishing. As you got sucked into the story, you didn’t even notice that the carriage had come crunching down the gravel road and was nearly halfway to your door.

“Darling! Y/N!” You faintly heard your mother call from downstairs. Your head fell into your hands and you realized it was finally time, time to face the music and begin this silly charade. After resting your head for a moment and trying to gain some courage, you looked outside with a short glance. The carriage was still coming down the gravel driveway and stopped just before the front door of your quaint little home. The driver halted the horses and stepped down off of his seat to open the door for the man of the hour. You’d only met him once before at a gathering in town, however the meeting was short lived and hadn’t gone well. You hadn’t really given him much thought until your parents had decided he would be your husband.

You saw one black boot step out of the carriage, and then a full body followed. His large green overcoat seemed too heavy for the weather and his curls were in a wild arrangement all over his head. He was brushing something off of his coat and you prayed he wouldn’t look up and see you peeking out of the window, spying from a distance. A white ruffled blouse was popping out from under the coat and his pants were perfect with no wrinkles in sight. This was a well put together man and you had no idea why he’d agree to marry you, a girl who couldn’t even make up her mind half of the time. He was speaking to the driver, probably giving instructions, and then your mother yelled more shrilly from the first story again.

“Y/N! Are you deaf?!”

You muttered curses to yourself and finally stood up, walking towards the door like it was the gallows and you were being marched towards your death. You felt a hard lump in your throat as you swallowed and sweat began to pool under your arms and near your forehead. You heard a firm knock at the front door and braced yourself for your mother to be overly zealous.

“Mr. Styles! What a pleasant day we’re having, made even better by your arrival.” She spoke calmly but you could sense the excitement she was holding back.

You took the stairs step by step, painfully slow, an act of self torture.

“It’s lovely to see you Mrs. Y/L/N, my day is already pleasant seeing you as well.” His English drawl was thick and he allowed every word to practically drip out of his mouth like honey. He didn’t enunciate but every word he spoke was clear, he was thoughtful with his speech.

You only had a few more steps left but you dared not look up from them. You feared you might fall or worse, your eyes would meet his and he’d have delusions of grandeur about the two of you together. You knew your mother was waiting for this to be a fairytale, for you and Harry to exchange only a glance and fall in love, having the perfect wedding and a child following soon after. It was embarrassing that she had this much hope, but only you felt this because your secret was still safe.

At the bottom of the stairs, you allowed yourself to glance up but never make eye contact at first. Luckily, Harry and your mother were still in conversation about the weather and catching up about their whereabouts like old friends. You had to admit, he did look quite dashing. His hair, wild but tamed in certain places and his dimples deepening into his cheek as he smiled at your mother’s pleasantries. His eyes gleamed and his teeth were almost blinding, and that jawline could slice any young woman’s heart in half. You felt like you had betrayed Elle by thinking of him like this, and a pang or guilt surged throughout you. You shook it off to be in the moment and not seem distant.

“Well might I say, you look stunning.” Harry turned from your mother to you, your cheeks instantly felt hot as you noticed his eyes wandering your entire body until he eventually met your gaze.

You tried your best to force out a smile and nodded your head slightly towards his direction. “Thank you, Mr. Styles. Lovely to see you.” You said curtly, the less conversation — the better.

“Y/N here has been elated since finding out you were coming to visit.” You could’ve slapped your mother for saying such a thing, she had to know that was a lie.

“Is that so?” He put his arms behind his back and turned on one heel to face you better. A fire grew within your belly when you noticed the triumphant smirk on his face, thinking he had you like putty in his hands.

You paused for a moment and decided now was the time to put on the sarcasm. Your first meeting with Harry had been quite the back and forth and it seemed it was going to be just the same this time. You suspected he knew this marriage wasn’t ideal in your eyes but for some reason he took some sick joy in the fact that you weren’t happy about it.

“Oh yes, elated doesn’t even begin to cover it.” You charged back at his smirk with your words. You both held each other’s stare for a few seconds, seeing who would break first.

Your mother looked back and forth between the two of you, gradually growing uncomfortable at this unspoken challenge. “Well I’ll leave you two to it then,” she said, too cheerily. She gave your back one pat and smiled at you quickly before going off into another part of the house. Now it was just and you Harry, staring each other down and allowing the silence to say more than you could.

“Is there any particular reason you’re not fond of me, Miss Y/L/N?” He finally asked, his eyes like laser beams directed right at you. His stare wasn’t harsh though, he did have soft eyes and expressions most of the time but a curiosity was burning behind those green, almost sea glass colored eyes. Most women must find him perfectly charming and handsome, a perfect match but you weren’t budging.

“No particular reason...besides all of them,” you smirked this time at your quip and absent mindedly shrugged, trying your very best to irritate the man and then maybe, just maybe, he’d leave.

Harry filled the air around you with a click of his tongue. “Such a shame.” You waited for a second part to his reverb but only received more intense eye contact, the two of you locking eyes, almost grappling, to see who would gain the upper hand.

“What’s the shame?” You shifted your feet slightly, growing tired of standing in the same position.

“That you’re not fond of me,” he boldly took one step closer to you. You stuck your chin out and raised an eyebrow to signal for him to elaborate.

“Well Miss Y/L/N, it’s just that...I’m quite fond of you so,” his smirk returned this time, the deep dimple dipping back into his cheek once more. He shuffled slightly, coat swinging behind him, trying to get closer to you.

You cleared your throat. “That is a shame Mr. Styles. I’m afraid however it’s really arranged marriages I’m not fond of, rather than you.”

“Arranged marriages are what the people of this world thrive on. My parent’s for example have had a happy arranged marriage fo’ twenty-five years.”

“Well good for them, I just don’t foresee the same for myself. Love is what truly counts in my eyes.” You crossed your arms, letting him know you were hard pressed and not budging on the subject.

He scoffed, saw your eyes widen and then tried to play it off as a cough. His smugness aggravated your nerves, you could feel it like a prickle on the back of your neck.

“You don’t share the same sentiment?” Your voice was edgy.

“Not exactly, no,” all the while he spoke, he was still looking you over and hiding a smile, which was still more of a snigger.

“Hmph, well to each his own I suppose,” you sighed deeply and rolled your eyes, not giving any inclination that you were worried about him noticing.

“Shall we go to the parlor?” He stepped back away from you and gestured to the room off to the left of the foyer. You didn’t respond with words but simply just nodded, it seemed conversation wouldn’t be conducive for the two of you today. The sound of your walking towards the parlor reminded you of the dreaded ticking of a clock, letting you know that time is slipping right through your fingers. Once in the room, your eyes flitted to the family paintings on the dark wooden walls. Staring back at you was your great-grandfather, a war hero, and aunt Sophia, who had been a midwife for nearly all her life. Your grandmother was above the fireplace, giving you a tight lipped smile. Your heart always softened at her portrait, you were close with her when she was alive and shared many fond memories together. Though grandmother was a stubborn woman, set in her quirky ways, she understood you and you wondered if you could have ever opened up to her about Elle and this marriage you opposed.

Harry was also looking around at the paintings and treasures on the shelves, walking slowly throughout the room and running his hand along the back of chaise opposite you. Your eyes fixated on his slender fingers and pondered what it might feel like to have them running down your back softly or tucking a stray hair behind your hair. Again, you shook those type of pleasant thoughts about him away. You’d only ever felt that way about Elle’s beautiful fingers, not quite as long as Harry’s, but dainty and gentle.

“The dress looks lovely on you, if I hadn’t reiterated that before.” Harry came around the side of the chaise, taking his green coat off and laying it beside him as he took a seat on the striped cushion. You tried not to let your expression change as you noticed his chest peeking out from under the white ruffled blouse. He had some kind of necklace on, a long silver chain you could barely see. His collarbones were noticeable as well as a few tiny chest hairs near his sternum.

“Thank you, nice of you to say,” you said, now smoothing away wrinkles of your dress in your lap.

“You say that as if I don’t always have nice things to say Y/N.” His expression was still one of complacent joy, a small smile on his face showing his front teeth slightly.

“You don’t seem to recall our first meeting, do you?” You remained standing, leaning on a matching striped high backed chair.

“I thought we got on quite well if my memory serves me correctly.” He sat up straight, getting ready to defend himself. You laughed, amused at his statement.

“I think our memories serve us in different ways, Harry.” You were more calm this time, getting used to the back and forth between the two of you.

“My apologies if your memories of me aren’t pleasant, I’ve been told I can be —“

“Difficult?” You interrupted, because whatever adjective he had in mind would be much too self serving. He laughed at this, a genuine, hearty laugh that filled the room all the way up to the ceiling.

“Was that amusing to you?” You asked him, genuinely confused.

Harry stood up now and began to take another lap around the room.

“Everything about you just confuses me Y/N, and yes, amuses me as well.” His hands were behind his back again as he inspected an old manuscript of the Bible on a bookshelf near the far window.

“Hm, good.” That was all you could manage to get out but this pleased you as it would confuse him even further. You were glad he wasn’t under the illusion you felt the same way and that you puzzled him. You’d rather be a mystery than understood.

“It’s not good,” this time he looked at you but his brow was furrowed and he seemed defeated. “It’s frustrating.”

“I’m sorry I...” You trailed off, realizing after saying it that you weren’t really apologetic. Frustrated? You thought, perfect.

“No....no, you’re not.” He pulled himself away from the shelves and looked deeply into your eyes, trying to decipher your code. Slowly, he began to walk toward you.

“But that’s what I like about you, you don’t seem to care.” His mouth was halfway turned into a smile, not in a smirk but more so in a satisfied manner.

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t, you thought. When you acted interested, he loved it and when you pushed away, the reaction was the same. How could you ever win?

He was now standing in front of you, towering like a giant in fairytales you’d read as a girl. There was a foot or two between your bodies but you knew he would want to close that gap in a matter of minutes. Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought of close contact, thinking of his fingers once more. Heat rose to your face, embarrassed of the thoughts you were having about him once again. Would he know you were thinking about him? Would Elle look in through the window and never see you in a different light like you so desperately wanted?

Goosebumps began to rise all over your arms and a shiver tumbled down your spine as he lifted a hand to your face, curling his index finger under your chin as you looked down at the wooden floor. A lump lodged itself into your throat as your anticipation grew. Gently, he tipped your face to look up at his. His eyes twinkled and the dimple nearly did you in, that knowing smile having you almost in pieces on the floor.

“You will love me one day Y/N,” he leaned down closer so you could feel his breath on your cheek. “Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but when you finally do, best of luck.” You were at a complete loss for words. His boldness terrified you and had you under a spell simultaneously. You cleared your throat to break through the tension in the air and clear both of your heads of whatever thoughts you were having. He removed his hand from your skin and you felt a longing to know what his touch felt like again. Stop this, you scolded yourself.

He stepped away from you, you felt like all of the air had been sucked out of your lungs. Anger and excitement coursed through your bloodstream. The triumphant grin on his face said it all, he was going to get his way. The question of all would be, would you let him?

Harry stopped in the door frame and turned to you for the last time that day.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Miss Y/L/N, I must cut our visit short for today. Just trust, I’ll be back.” his back was to you once more and you felt your eyebrows knit back together. His words weren’t threatening but rather an assurance on his part that he wasn’t going anywhere. You could be mysterious and off putting but he’d still come back time after time, and that frightened you. You walked over to the window and saw Elle, picking flowers in one of the fields beside the house. Her back was facing you, bent down picking your favorite wildflowers that always popped up in the pastures this time of year. She reached up to tuck a stray hair back into the ribbon holding it together, then wiped her brow. What I would give to know what she’s thinking, you thought. On the other hand, you didn’t even have to know what Harry was thinking at all. There was a strange comfort in that.

Suddenly, your mother appeared behind the chaise, watching you stare out of the window. You cleared your throat again to break up the awkward silence, hoping she wouldn’t notice Elle in your line of vision.

“Don’t mean to interrupt dear, did everything go alright with Harry?” She said, messing with the necklace she had chosen to wear today.

“Swimmingly,” You meant for it to come off as sarcasm but she wouldn’t take it as such.

“How lovely! Listen dear, I need you to come help the new caretaker and show her the upstairs rooms. Come on now,” she was already heading into the foyer, not even looking back to see if you followed.

“New caretaker?” You called to her, feeling as if your heart had sunken into the deepest places of you, sorrow was coming.

“Oh yes, I forgot to mention. Elle’s mother is very ill, she’ll be leaving us tonight after supper.”

“Oh,” The only monosyllabic utterance you could manage to force out at this news. As you heard your mother scurry away to another room, you sank down onto the floor. You wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground and never peek out, even for your favorite meal. Elle was leaving and Harry had no intention of ever doing the same, and you had no control over any of it.

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Compromises

Note: A companion piece to Choices They had been yelling at each other for the past three hours. Hermione was ready to pull her hair out because they’d already fought over this once this week and she should have known it would come back to bite her if she’d called the cease fire and not sat down with him after his shower to discuss the root of the problem and how they should fix it. Give him space, she thought, he’ll realize he’s being silly, she thought. What had originally seemed like plain old fashion jealousy was actually something far more rooted in his Veela biology. She was quickly coming to realize her mistake along with the fact that she was wasting time over it while he was getting continuously more upset for nothing.

She stopped yelling and took stock of him, watching as he prowled back and forth with his arms tightly crossed as if he were trying to burn off an excess of energy. It reminded her of his caginess in the sandwich shop. The more she thought about it, the more she supposed he was. It was a tell she should have picked up on Monday. Harry and Ron had both hugged her before she flooed home and Draco’s nostrils had instantly flared as she passed him. It was less than an hour later that the fight had started when he snipped at her over hugging the both of them. When she’d been baffled that he knew, he merely tapped the side of his nose. 

The notion made her angry. Just because they were mates did not allow him to dictate anything, period. Today she’d come home from the Burrow where everyone had given her a hug before she left and seeing as she’d done the same leaving ritual for well over a decade, she thought nothing of it until she got home and found herself in the same situation as Monday.

It was a hunch, but it was one she had ninety five percent confidence in. Whenever his instincts wanted to take over but he wanted to respect her by not ‘forcing’ him or his needs onto her ‘unnecessarily’ he had a tendency to cross his arms like he was now and put furniture or rooms between them as long as he could keep a line of sight, in order to not act on said needs. Often, he would retreat to the kitchen and make himself a cup of tea to cover it up, forcing himself to lean against the counter tops with his steaming beverage as he covertly watched her.

He realized that she was putting things together and quickly went to say something, no doubt to set her off when she firmly shushed him. His jaw clenched tightly, the vein in his forehead beginning to pulsate and she instantly became concerned over his blood pressure. There was no way that could be healthy for him.

One of the earliest discoveries she’d made was that while she couldn’t force him to do something, especially something he was entirely opposed to, she could create a compulsion within him to do what she wished. It was something she had sworn to herself to handle with great care.

An idea struck her and it saw her taking off down the hallway at top speed. Before she went into their bedroom, the room she’d just now got him to share with her, she froze at the sight of him again. He was gripping the back of the couch as he watched her and she could sense that he’d wanted to chase after her. A thrill ran up her spine at the notion but she’d have to explore that train of thought later. Refocusing, she ducked into their bathroom and plucked from its hook the housecoat she favored wearing over her pajamas after showers. It was richly permeated with her scent from not being washed for a couple of weeks.

She stalked back to the living room and laid it between his clenched hands before stripping off her baggy shirt and tossing it to the corner of the room. That accomplished, she climbed onto her knees on the sofa to get closer to Draco and began to unbutton his shirt. He firmly grabbed her wrists to stop her. She looked up at him to see him staring at her owlishly. 

They’d yet to have sex, the farthest they’d gotten was heavy petting. Although she had caught him masturbating in his office once with a handkerchief she’d used to tie her hair back with the previous day held to his nose and mouth as he worked his hand over his cock furiously. Their eyes met when it had connected in his brain that he had an audience and he’d came with such force as they stared at one another. Once he’d come back to his senses he’d whipped around in his chair, humiliation painted across his cheeks. She knew enough about being caught and embarrassed to know to give him space for a bit. Although every time she’d tried bringing it up he’d kissed her to the point of distraction until she resolved to give them a little more time together before trying again. She’d thought that maybe he just wasn’t ready yet but she was coming to the conclusion that she was going about everything between them the wrong way.

She pulled her wrists from his grip and stood, straightening her spine and holding out her hand, “Your shirt please, Draco.”

He waffled a minute but with the previously offending scent off of her person he seemed more amenable. He reluctantly unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it from his shoulders and laying it across her outstretched hand. She put it on and buttoned it most of the way up, noting how much more he’d relaxed now that a mixture of their scents were coming off of her. In turn she gestured that he take her housecoat.

“If you don’t mind, take that with you and go stretch out on the bed a while. You worry me when you get so upset that I can see your heartbeat from across the room,” she requested, reaching her fingers out to trace the vein in his forehead that had been so predominant earlier.

His eyes closed and he nodded, gathering the fabric like it was precious and going to their room, shutting the door behind him and locking it. She hadn’t anticipated him effectively barring her from their bedroom and it threw her off kilter, not to mention it hurt more than a little that he’d shut her out.

She made a cup of tea and curled up on the couch as her mind whirled. She was so used to him just being Draco that the Veela aspect slipped her mind often. Like this week, two fights because she hadn’t realized that it set him off on a biological level. Of course he wouldn’t want to smell any other male scents on her, especially since they hadn’t consummated their relationship. Stupid was a concise word to neatly label the cacophony of things she felt at the moment.

The more she thought on it though the more she realized that Draco was trying to keep all things Veela related out of their conversations and interactions. If he even got the vaguest idea that she was doing something ‘for’ his unique needs and not with him just as a normal man he would withdraw. 

She hated to be the bearer of bad news to him but running from the situation and pretending wasn’t going to help them at all. He was going to have to come to terms with the facts of himself and that their communication over these things were going to have to sharply improve.

Two hours and three mugs of tea later and she was still locked out. She felt drained emotionally after all the fighting and realizations of the evening. All she wanted to do now that things were properly aligned in her mind was curl up in their nice warm bed with him and pass out. The couch would just have to suffice for tonight, however. She snagged a pillow and blanket from her beaded bag, extinguished the lights with the exception of the one over the sink and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Several hours later something prodded her into consciousness. She lay perfectly still as she woke up, her eyes scanning the room first. An old wartime habit she’d yet to shake. She realized the warmth of steady breathing across her wrist is what had woken her up, her eyes honing in on the blonde head resting against her bent knees. He held her hand to his cheek, sheer subconscious willpower still holding it there as he slept.

Her eyebrows scrunched together as she took in his form and realized that he was going to be sore if she didn’t get him somewhere that was actually comfortable.

“Draco,” she whispered, stroking his cheek with her thumb, taken aback by a dried set of tear tracks. “Draco, wake up, come on,” she gently cajoled more urgently.

Silver eyes opened and quickly clouded with misery, closing just as quickly to keep her from seeing.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he murmured.

“Don’t be silly. You’ll hurt something awful if you stay like that the rest of the night. Come up here with me, please,” she requested.

“Can we go to bed instead?” he asked.

It was obvious, now that she knew what to look for, that he’d wanted to get on the couch with her but something was holding him back. She was about to nip that in the bud, straight away but she had to be careful. She also noticed that he was still shirtless as before and that her housedress was puddled in his lap.

“Of course,” she said, getting up and going to their bedroom.

They got into their respective sides but when she moved more towards the middle he didn’t budge from where he initially lay down.

Her hand found his in the dark and tugged until, with a sigh, he lay facing her. There were only centimeters between them now but it may as well have been the Atlantic Ocean.

This would not do. At all.

He jerked in surprise when she grabbed his forearm and wrapped it around her waist, shuffling up and rearranging them until his head rested on her chest and they were curled together to her moderate satisfaction. The trembling in his fingertips before he moved his newly clenched fist to the mattress prodded her.

“Draco, why won’t you talk to me? Why do you keep repressing everything?” she asked, stroking his hair and shoulders to try to put him at ease.

A shuddering breath rustled the fabric of his shirt she still wore.

“Because, Hermione, I want you to be with me despite the Veela bullshit. I don’t want you to do things because it has to be done,” he huffed.

She sighed, “Did it ever occur to you that I want to do these things because it’s for you? Because they’re needs that I enjoy meeting? That I do want to take care of you despite all of it?”

“No, I know how you are! You’ll sacrifice yourself with those Goddamned Gryffindor martyr ideals for ‘what’s right’ instead of what’s right and good for you,” he said hotly, face buried against her if for no other reason than to not look her in the face.

“You really think that I’m doing this for no other reason than martyrdom? Are you fucking serious?” she asked sharply, her fingers thoughtlessly tightening in his hair. His shoulders tensed and she released him immediately, rubbing his neck in apology.

Ten calming breaths later she tried speaking again.

“Listen you pigheaded man, I’m doing this because I’ve grown to care very deeply for you over the last several years and if I was doing this out of anything short of willing desire I would NOT be pushing you for more. I would give you what would moderately sustain you and we certainly would NOT be sharing this room. I’m doing this because I love you!” she let out a breath and brought her volume back to normal, “Just let me love you, please. Please.”

The swirling emotional tempest in him won out and he clutched her against him desperately, as if she was his anchor in the storm of the century. Hot tears poured from his eyes. She tried to get him to pull back a bit so she see his face but he refused, keeping it firmly tucked in the valley of her breasts. It wasn’t surprising though, in no universe would Draco Malfoy willingly let her watch him cry with that much force of emotion behind it. So she did the only thing she knew to do, which was hold him close, rock him, and make soothing noises against his crown as he bled everything out via saltwater.

It took a while but he’d finally calmed back down, burning humiliation following in its wake. She could feel the heat of his blush on her damp chest where his face was still tucked and cuddled him tighter.

“I love you too…I’m sorry. I’m just struggling with it all. It’s hard to reconcile everything and it gets the better of me,” he said, exhausted.

Euphoria wasn’t something she’d often experience but the words from him filled her with it. How many people outside of his parents had he ever said any of those things to? Nobody, and she knew it. He didn’t have to tell her these things, which proved them genuine to her.

“We’re going to have to communicate better if this is going to work between us. I can’t help you, or help us if I don’t understand the problem. I’m discovering how useless those books you were so derisive over actually are,” she muttered bitterly.

He let out a snort of laughter at that before quietening again, “You’re right, loathe as I am to give in to these urges, we’re going to have to work with them instead of against them,”

“Why do you separate yourself from it? Why can’t you recognize that there is no division of you and your Veela heritage, that all these things are simply you and natural for you?” she asked against his hair.

“Because before I came into my heritage none of this was normal. I couldn’t smell like I can now, for instance. Also, I’d never given a damn who you’d hugged. I never reacted to your scent like I have been. I’ve never felt the desire to do what anyone else has ever bidden me to do without me wanting to do it first, things like that,” he explained.

It made sense. It was almost like an extreme form of puberty all over again.

“There are things you’re just going to have to explain when we come across them. There’s no need for us to fight when we can figure out a solution or if I’m just made aware of them,” she said, “Like if I’d known it would set you off on in a physiological and psychological way for me to hug other men I wouldn’t have done it.”

He made an unhappy noise.

A poke to the ribs made him explain himself.

“Hugging those gits makes you happy. I don’t want to take that away,” he expanded.

“We can compromise. I can refrain from hugging them and you’ll just have to give me extra hugs to make up for it. Cuddles even,” she smirked.

“I would do that without your sacrifice if you wanted,” he muttered, still displeased.

“What if I changed shirts after I gave a round of hugs? Would that suffice?” she ventured.

He thought on it and nodded.

“See? That was easy. Problem solved,” she soothed.

“I’m just so wary that some of these things I want to do will run you off. When you walked past me, reeking of a heard of Weasels, it was all I could do not to rub myself all over you to fix the problem,” he confessed.

Her heart broke more than a little to learn that he lived in constant fear of setting her off and disgusting her. It made her cling to him that much more tightly.

“I would not be opposed to that at all. It’s extremely unlikely that I’m going to object to any of these things. If I do, then we’ll just figure out a compromise and find a way to make both of us happy with it. No more shutting me out.” she said.

“I promise,” he agreed. ____________________ The next piece to this is called Trust

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