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sailtomarina · 7 months

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A New Year's Eve to Enjoy

The start of another new year meant black and white tie attire, political rivals sharing sneers behind smiles, elven champagne raised in a toast, and wizarding fireworks with all of the impressive fanfare and none of the choking smoke.

The start of this new year marked Hermione’s first as the British Minister of Magic. The role was 20 years in the making, after one marriage and one divorce, strategic promotions up the government ladder, and several landmark cases won in the Wizengamot. As the youngest Minister in history, a woman, and a muggle-born, Hermione was a household name.

She had never felt lonelier.

Funny thing was, she was never actually alone. Aurors shadowed her every step from her London flat to her office doors to weekends away at a cottage secret-kept by Luna Scamander. The head of her security detail stood just off to the side of the podium behind which she gave her speech, his hair as milky white as the lilies lining the path to her cottage and his eyes clear and pale as they scanned the ballroom and took note of every single face and name.

Hermione raised a celebratory toast, sweating past the useless cooling charms and hoping it didn’t show in the photographs. Her manufactured smile held firm at the sight of her ex-husband with an arm around his thrice-pregnant wife and Harry commiserating with the Longbottoms and Minerva near the back doors, likely ready to return to Hogwarts the moment their glasses were empty.

Her schedule, which her assistant Dennis had carefully planned to the very last second, mandated she remain in the public eye for a few hours yet, past all the dancing and midnight celebrations of kisses and fireworks. She’d agreed to the itinerary as was expected of the Minister and had worn the dress set out for her by her stylist, allowing her curls to be controlled and her face glamoured until she barely recognized herself.

What she wouldn’t give to kick off her heels in the privacy of her home and curl up in front of the fireplace.

“Minister.”

A cool hand engulfed her shoulder and the comforting scent of Malfoy’s cologne, all heat and spice, invaded her senses. His voice was low, the exhale tickling her errant curls.

“Is everything alright?” Alarm spiked along the surface of her skin, but she allowed none of it to show on her face just as he’d trained her.

“Yes, but I’ve spoken with Mr. Creevey and he’s agreed that your presence is no longer required should you prefer to retire for the evening.”

Hermione scoffed. Was this Malfoy’s way of suggesting she wasn’t strong enough to last the night? “I assure you that I’m perfectly capable of proceeding as scheduled.”

She couldn’t see him with how he stood behind her, but she could imagine the quirk of his lips. She could also see a certain persistent wizard making his way through the crowd in her direction.

“Are you sure about that? It looks like McLaggen’s about to ask you to dance,” he teased, hand still cupping the bare skin below her neck.

“It’s a good thing I have you here then, isn’t it?” Before Cormac could step up to her and open his mouth, Hermione pivoted to face her bodyguard and offer him a hand. “Why yes, Malfoy, I’d love to dance.”

Ever the actor, he didn’t bat an eyelash as he gripped her fingers and bowed his head to brush them lightly with a kiss. She might have heard a choked sound behind her, but Hermione was too focused on the man bent before her. Even though he was on duty, he wore formal robes designed to strip away as needed to the uniform hiding beneath, his wand hidden in the sleeve. All black should’ve made him look nearly vampiric, but all it did was emphasize the impressive figure he cut next to their peers.

Looking at Draco Malfoy now and after interacting with him these past several months, Hermione had to admit the git had grown on her. They had history, yes, but they’d put it behind them over a decade ago. She trusted him now. He often anticipated her intentions before she’d even formed the thoughts to do so—if he agreed to them, she found her way unimpeded; if he disapproved, he was ready to provide a handful of reasons for her reconsideration.

It was infuriating. He was infuriating. He was also a fabulous dancer.

He led her in an effortless waltz across the floor like they were the main feature. Considering her position, perhaps they were. Hermione loved dancing and appreciated an experienced partner, but Malfoy took her tendency to backlead right out of her control. With him, she let go in a way she never did, allowing him to path and spin and dip to his heart’s content. She felt as light as a fairy, as graceful as a Veela.

“You finally look like you’re enjoying yourself.” His observation came as the strings brought the song to a close, her body still close to his as he turned to murmur into her ear as was his habit, as if the words were hers alone.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” He pulled away to smile innocently down at her, the flash of his teeth blinding as a camera flash went off in their direction.

“You dance extremely well,” she said begrudgingly, refusing to turn and give her own smile. Let the newspapers paint her however they pleased. She’d already given them plenty of material for the night.

“I’ll pass along your compliments to my mother,” he quipped.

He let go and bowed deeply, and Hermione tried not to miss the warmth of his arms. It was just a dance. She waved away the approaching reporter and made her way back to her table where her assistant promptly appeared.

“Dennis.”

“Minister, in ten minutes you’re scheduled to cut the cake—”

“Oh, for Circe’s sake—” This wasn’t a wedding! She knew she approved the schedule, but the act still seemed so silly.

“—but, I can just as easily have the elves do so and serve them directly to everyone. Did Mr. Malfoy speak with you?” Dennis cut her off in the no-nonsense manner he’d adopted in his time spent working with her.

“He did, but there’s no need to bow out early. I can stay.”

The younger man narrowed his eyes at her and she almost smiled affectionately back at him. He really had come into his own—she wouldn’t be surprised if he followed in her footsteps some day.

“Minister, with all due respect, the schedule was more of a suggestion. This is a celebration and you deserve to enjoy it just as much as the rest of us.” He continued to stare at her.

Damn him and damn Malfoy. They both knew her too well.

Hermione sighed. “Alright. How should I make my exit?” If only Harry hadn’t already disappeared with his cloak.

“I believe a witch of your standing can leave in any way she deems appropriate. Our team is ready and waiting.” Draco and Dennis exchanged nods.

As she walked away, head held high and flanked on all sides by security, she raised a hand to wave idly at the masses in her wake.

“Where to, Minister?” Draco asked once they came up to the Floo.

“Granger Cottage.”

She stopped him with a hand on his arm just as he prepared to toss down the powder. “And Malfoy?”

“Yes, Minister?”

There were a million and one reasons why she should take her leave as she did every day. They included notions of responsibility, loyalty, professionalism. Through them all, Dennis’ words echoed in her ears, ones that sounded suspiciously like Luna’s all those years ago, or perhaps like the small voice Hermione squashed underneath the weight of her lifelong vision.

…you deserve to enjoy it just as much as the rest of us.

“Come alone.”

His eyebrows jumped high, but he didn’t question her. With a quick order and a flash of green, the two vanished into the flames.

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DHRMonth Prompt: Week 3 - Celebrations, September 16 - New Year's Eve

As hot as I find the idea of Draco calling Hermione "Minister", I'd like to think he drops the title the moment they walk into her cottage. I'm imagining a loveseat for two, hot chocolate in front of a fireplace, and a foot massage. Of course they'd want foot massages after all that dancing.

#dramione month #dramionemonth #dhr fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #dramione #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy #dennis creevey

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ashesandhackles · 5 months

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@hprecfest Day 5 - a non AO3 fic

Observations of the Summer of '75 by Random Musings (or @offbeatorbit )

Severus & Lily

This bittersweet oneshot captures the time of transition: change is coming. Both Lily and Severus are growing out of their childhood and the cracks in their friendship are growing deeper. They move out of their childhood park, not knowing what's to come.

Summary:

Lily realizes that the physical changes of adolescence are the least of her worries. A Lily centric, coming of age oneshot of Snape and Lily taking place during the summer before 5th year. In character, era appropriate, with DH spoilers.

Lacuna by cupid-painted-blind

This is one of my favourite post Azkaban oneshots of Sirius' state of mind. I don't think I have read anything quite like this - and there is one line in this that haunts me forever.

Summary:

After Azkaban, Sirius steals a puzzle and begins trying to put himself back together. It's harder than he expected. [One shot. Gen.]

Cauterize by Lady Altair

This piece is pretty famous and recced often , but I am still going to do it. The premise of Dennis reaching out to people to capture their scars is effective look into the post war world. The quote used in the summary is from my favourite scene in it - do yourself a favour and read this piece!

Summary:

"Of course it's missing something vital. That's the point." Dennis Creevey takes up his brother's camera after the war.

Colour Me Love by ProngsxLilyflower

A heartbreaking oneshot where Harry discovers he had parents.

Summary:

Even an orphan, who only had a simple box of Crayola crayons to savor and call his own, had to have parents at one point, right? [Young!Harry Oneshot]

drescendo by CherryFlavouredChalk

Anonymous protagonist whose fascination and repulsion for Sirius paints a picture of the character leans into the dark, feral quality he oozes in Prisoner of Azkaban.

Summary:

Boys being like dead things, smiling like slaughterhouses.

#severus snape #lily evans #sirius black #dennis creevey #harry james potter #fic recs #hp fic recs #hprecfest

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dragoneyes618 · 5 months

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What on earth did Colin tell his parents, that they not only allowed him to return to Hogwarts after spending most of his first year Petrified, but also allowed his brother to follow him two years later?

#colin creevey #dennis creevey #mr. creevey #mrs. creevey #harry potter #harry potter and the chamber of secrets #harry potter and the goblet of fire #the chamber of secrets #the goblet of fire

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hp-cry-me-a-river · 2 months

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Dennis and Colin One-shot

Please check out the first submission to the Cry Me a River fest! It's short but packs a big emotional punch!

The Last Hug by @piximera-fic

Summary: The dates on the coin changed, they knew what it meant, and while Dennis didn't want Colin to go he knew there was nothing he could say that would stop him.

#no happily ever after #harry potter fest #hp fanfic fest #hp fests #hp fic fest #hp fanfic #no happy ending #harry potter fanfic #dennis creevey #colin creevey

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harryissuchalittleshit · 1 year

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The Parent Trap

Percy and Audrey separated when their girls were babies, with Audrey running away to the states to be a fashion designer and Percy going back to the Ministry

Lucy stays with Percy and has a great relationship with all of her cousins and aunts and uncles, all who have been forbidden from talking about Molly

While Molly had Audrey and her Uncle Rory who is a Healer and she hangs out with her mum’s assistant (I want it to be someone from the trio’s Hogwarts years, maybe Dennis Creevey)

So they both get their Hogwarts letters, and Audrey panics a little but Molly wants to go so she doesn’t worry too much

Dennis drops Molly off at the train station, and they do their little secret handshake, and then hug goodbye

But not without the Weasley family seeing this and the cousins laughing at them, which Molly sees and immediately decides is a problem

Lucy is the one being rudest about it and Molly sets her mark

At Hogwarts Lucy is sorted into Ravenclaw and Molly into Hufflepuff, but they’re constantly dealing with being mistaken for each other

Even though Molly has curls and Lucy doesn’t

They end up getting into so many classroom squabbles and fights that Prof. McGonagall makes them stay over the Christmas holidays to force them to get along

They end up discovering that they are very similar, like eerily similar

Then they start talking about their families, and Lucy pulls out a half of a photo of Audrey and Molly has the other half with Percy!!

They spend the next few months, including their Easter break scheming together

No one knows, not even the cousins, that Molly is the one going home with Percy and Lucy is taking a portkey back to the states with Dennis

Rory finds out that it’s Lucy first, walking in on her changing out her contacts

While Angelina figures out that Molly is Molly when she gets lost in the joke shop

Almost a whole month goes by and it blows up on Harry’s birthday celebration at the Burrow

Percy is so amazed to finally meet his other daughter and can’t let her go, but he also sends word to Audrey on what’s going on

Lucy tells Audrey because Dennis now knows that it isn’t Molly and he and Rory gang up on her

Of course they’re is the he side plot of a woman (we’ll make it Penelope Clearwater just for the fun of it) trying to marry Percy

Audrey is a wreck on the flight to London, hoping that traveling the Muggle way would give her time to calm her nerves, instead she’s just drunk

They all get to the hotel together, and Molly and Lucy are so happy to be together again

Audrey meets Penelope at the bar and they talk about Audrey’s wedding dresses/designs

Then Percy and Audrey see each other for the first time

Molly and Lucy insist on going camping with Percy, and Penelope is not a nature girl, or a step-mother

She can’t stand the girls and she leaves, never to be seen again

Dennis ran off with Lucy’s nanny (Maisie Cattermole) and hasn’t been heard from in two days

The girls take their punishment and go to their room while Audrey and Percy talk for a while, remembering all of the things they loved about one another

Audrey still takes Molly with her back to the states, but Percy and Lucy are waiting for them

“I’m not going to do visits and sending them back and forth across an ocean Audrey, you once took a chance on me, will you do it again and marry me once more?”

“I…Percy,” whispered Audrey with tears in her eyes, she stared at her ex-husband, he had always known the right thing to say. She quickly glanced at Lucy standing behind him, her sad blue eyes and little adorable freckles, she knew that it would take adjustment, but they had all once done this before. “Y-yes…yes I’ll marry you.”

Skip to year later! Audrey and Percy are dancing together at their reception, Dennis and Maisie are pregnant, Molly and Lucy are together laughing, they’re all a big happy family once again!!

#harry potter #parent trap au #percy weasley #audrey weasley #molly weasley ii #lucy weasley #penelope clearwater #dennis creevey #my fics #someday I might actually write this #this all went off my memory of the movies #I don’t care for the boat scene #but there is time to figure out something

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50044w44s · 11 months

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headcanon <3

After the war, Harry took Dennis Crervey under his wing, he needed to make sure he was safe, that he knew how to defend himself. And Dennis hated him, blamed him for his brother's death, but Harry was still the person responsible for him in the magic world since his parents were muggles. Seeing how much pain he was inflicting and feeling guilty, Harry let the kid some free rein to be a teenager and do teenager stuff.

One day, Harry is woken up in the night by the phone ringing, and it was a muggle officer who told him Dennis had been arrested, and the kid wouldn't tell them his parent's number. So Harry went there immediately to get him out and he decided he couldn't keep letting the kid get into trouble.

On their way back, they stood in silence and then Dennis screamed a lot, and then got scared at how Harry was going to react. But Harry just stopped the car in a McDonald's drive-through.

"What do you want, kid?" he had said.

By the time Dennis got home, it was already sunrise and his parents were waiting for him outside, after hearing what happened.

Dennis hugged Harry before getting into the house, and from that day, Dennis called Harry every time he needed mentoring. Dennis ended up being Teddy's "favorite uncle".

sorry that was long, i have so many content on a weird au where Harry trains and helps Dennis, i love them

#harry potter #colin creevey #dennis creevey #hp headcanon #headcanon #harry potter headcanon #battle of hogwarts

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bluestringpudding · 5 months

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HPRecFest Day 5!

A fic not on AO3

Cauterize by Lady Altair (Gen, - 1498 words)

An absolutely gorgeous and poignant oneshot that paints a portrait of the survivors from the second war through a camera lense.

Summary

"Of course it's missing something vital. That's the point." Dennis Creevey takes up his brother's camera after the war.

@hprecfest

#hp fic rec #hprecfest2023 #Dennis Creevey

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pookha · 3 months

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Dream With Me Chapter 10

December 1998

Luna is concerned that Hermione is headed for burnout. Hermione gets an office visit from Luna, then a very distraught Dennis Creevey. Hermione makes some hard choices. Job offers come in the mail, as does a proclamation that Hermione is to receive an Order of Merlin that comes with a monetary reward.

The tag on the parcel said consider this an early Christmas present It was surprisingly expensive -Harry. Hermione opened it and stared at the tiny bottle. She opened it, suspecting what it was already, and when she saw the lump of waxy stuff inside she knew for sure that Harry had bought her a chunk of ambergris. She’d mentioned to him that her vial of Attar of Dreamless Sleep was nearly empty and she suspected Luna had run out since she’d found her sleepwalking and trying to open the exterior doors to their suite several times over the last week.

She looked at the clock: she had just enough time to brew a Potion of Dreamless Sleep before class. She thought about making an attar like Luna had, but she wasn’t confident of the recipe and didn’t have any stabilised yarrow either. She wanted to surprise Luna, but the better course would be to give the ambergris to Luna and work with her to make the attar. It would be a better use of the resources. Instead, she set up the stuff she’d need later to brew their Birth Control Potion and she’d make it after Charms that afternoon, but before her office hour.

She sat on the couch, exhausted. Her Ancient Runes homework had taken her most of the night and then she’d worked on her Defence wandwork until early in the morning. She closed her eyes just for a second and woke to Luna shaking her. She hadn’t heard or felt her come in.

“You missed Charms and it’s almost time for your office hour,” Luna said.

“Shit!” Hermione stood and shook out her arm which was numb from sleeping on it.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard and taking too many classes,” Luna said. She went to the icebox and got a Vitamix potion from it. It was Luna’s recipe, so it wasn’t as toxic, but it also wasn’t quite as energising, which Hermione thought was a good tradeoff. She handed it to Hermione who gagged it down: nothing would hide the foul taste.

“Thanks,” she said and started to gather her books to take to her office. Luna put her hand on Hermione’s arm.

“I’m serious. I think you should drop a class or two. You know you don’t have to take the class to sit the NEWT test. I think you’re far enough along that you could drop Ancient Runes and History of Magic and still get an E on your NEWTs.”

“I—I can’t,” Hermione said and tried to shake Luna’s hand off. Luna gripped her harder.

“Neither of those is required if you’re serious about becoming a Healer and if you’re just doing it for yourself, that’s not a good enough reason. I know you’re driven and have to prove yourself, but you don’t have to prove yourself to me or your friends.”

Luna let go of Hermione’s arm and Hermione went to her office. She closed her door and put her head in her hands. Luna’s words swirled around and around in Hermione’s head. Did she want to be a Healer? Was it needed to study memories? Was she just doing it for herself? Tears leaked around her closed hands and she sobbed. A knock came at the door. She wiped her tears on a handkerchief and said, “come in.”

Luna came in and closed the door behind her. She silenced the room and sat across from Hermione.

“I need some advice, Miss,” Luna said and Hermione smiled wanly.

“Go on.”

“I have a friend and she’s pushing herself too hard. I’m afraid she’s going to crack. She’s taking too many classes and some of them don’t even apply to the career choice she’s made. I know it’s okay to want to do things for yourself, but how can I talk to her about slowing down? That it will always be possible to study more after school?” Luna reached over the desk and took Hermione’s hand.

“She’s my friend and I love her and don’t want to see her hurt.” She squeezed and Hermione returned the squeeze.

“Well, Miss Lovegood, you’re always honest, so honesty is the best policy. Tell her you’re worried about her and you want to help.”

“I’m worried about you and I want to help,” Luna said. She pulled Hermione’s hand to her lips and kissed it.

“I—” Hermione was interrupted by a knock at the door. Luna let go of her hands and stood up.

“I’ll be in our rooms,” Luna said and left.

Dennis Creevey stuck his head in the open door.

“May I come in?” he asked in a wavery voice.

“Of course,” Hermione said. Dennis came in and sat down across from her where Luna had just sat. Hermione closed the door with her wand.

“I can’t do it anymore,” Dennis whispered.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked.

“It’s too much. Everywhere I go, I see him.” Now Dennis was crying.

“Colin?” Hermione asked and Dennis nodded.

“I can’t concentrate on my classes. I don’t know if I even want to be a wizard anymore. Magic scares me.”

“I—” Hermione started to say.

“I know that my magic and my memories can be removed. I—I want to do that. I just want to be a Muggle and live with my parents. I want to forget about magic, Hogwarts, and my brother. I don’t want my parents to always remember that he died in a war.” He was blubbering now, his nose running.

“They didn’t want me to come back and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to, but I did, and it was a mistake. I can’t anymore.”

Hermione stood and moved her chair next to Dennis’s. She put his hand on his shoulder.

“If that’s what you really want, then it can be done, but I don’t think they’ll let you remove your magic until you reach your majority. You’re free to leave Hogwarts whenever you want. I—what would Colin have wanted you to do?”

Dennis looked up at her through red-rimmed eyes.

“He’d want to stay, but it’s what killed him. I don’t love magic like he did.”

Hermione thought back: Colin showing Dennis everything and wonder in Dennis’s eyes. She knew that he had loved magic once, no matter what he said now.

“I can’t make this decision for you, but I wish you’d stay out the year. Decide at the end of the year; you’ll be sixteen?” It was a question and he nodded.

“The Ministry has people who specialise in Memory magic and they can do that if you really want it. But, like I said, they won’t do it until you turn seventeen.”

She sighed.

“Wizards aren’t good at—at—at mental health, but if you take the year off from Hogwarts, get some help from a Muggle therapist. I—if you ask Harry, he’d probably pay for it if you need it.”

“I don’t want his money!” Dennis shouted and yanked away from her. He put his head back in his hands and cried. Hermione’s tears came back. When he heard her crying also, he looked up.

“I have nightmares, too. I lost my parents in the war to something that was my fault,” she gave him a half-truth.

“They’re not dead, but I can never see them again,” she said, being more honest.

“I can’t tell you too much more, but I understand. I can’t know what it’s like to lose a brother, but I lost a lot of friends in the war. I was tortured.” She turned her arm over so he could see her scar.

“But, I’d do it all again if I could. Maybe something could have been done better, but if I remove my memories, I’d feel like I was forgetting and dishonouring those who died. I didn’t know Colin well enough to know if he’d want you to forget or to carry on, but by remembering him, you keep his memory alive.”

She sighed.

“Luna’s better at this than I am, and I think she knew Colin better.”

He glared and she held up her hands.

“I’m not trying to pass you off to her, just saying talk to her, also.” She patted his shoulder awkwardly.

He got up and left without saying anything more. Hermione moved her chair back behind the desk and cried until her hour was up, then she wiped her face and went to the Headmaster’s office.

“Miss Granger, what can I do for you?” Professor McGonagall asked, indicating she should sit.

Hermione sat and sighed.

“I—I want to drop History of Magic and Ancient Runes,” Hermione said.

“I’m not surprised; you’ve been pushing yourself hard. I think this is a wise decision.”

“Luna told me we can sit the NEWT exams even if we’ve dropped the classes?” she asked, even though she knew it was true.

“Of course. Miss Lovegood is going to sit Ancient Runes also, even though she hasn’t taken the class this year or the last. She scored an ‘O’ on her OWLs and I expect she’ll do the same on her NEWTs. I also expect you will do the same.” Professor McGonagall smiled.

“I always wanted to be the best and brightest, the top of the class, you know?” Hermione said and the tears started flowing again. Professor McGonagall offered her a handkerchief, but Hermione shook her head and conjured one from a pocket.

“But, Luna’s right. She’s right about a lot. I didn’t think I could live with her as a roommate, but she’s helped me this year. Thank you.” Hermione started to stand, then thought of Dennis and sat back down.

“Dennis Creevey came to me today and told me he wants to leave Hogwarts and have his magic and his memories removed. I asked him to see the year through and if he feels the same after the year is over to take next year off and get some help from Muggle therapists. Luna’s way better with people than I am and I asked him to talk to her, too.”

“I’ll talk to him, also,” Professor McGonagall said.

“Tell me about you, now,” she told Hermione.

“I’ve changed my mind from our career advice talk. I want to become a Healer, but I’m worried that I don’t have what Muggles call ‘bedside manner’ and that I won’t be good at it. I want to study memory and Memory Charms in particular. You know what happened with my parents?”

Professor McGonagall nodded.

“I removed Xenophilius Lovegood’s memory from a meeting with us also and Luna says I didn’t harm him, but I can’t know for sure. I want to fix it, I want to atone…” she wailed the last word.

“You don’t need to atone,” Professor McGonagall said sternly. “You only need to do your best.”

“Thank you,” Hermione said and stood.

“I’ll talk with your professors and let them know you’re dropping their classes.”

“Thank you,” Hermione said again and left.

When she got back to her rooms, Luna was working at the Potions table. The Birth Control Potion that Hermione had planned on making earlier was done and sitting in vials on the table. Luna was almost done making the Attar of Dreamless Sleep.

“I wanted to help you with that,” Hermione said.

“I’ve got it. You can help me decant in a few minutes.” Luna turned back to her work.

Hermione flopped heavily on the couch.

When she saw that Luna wasn’t at a critical point in the attar she said, “I took your advice and dropped Ancient Runes and History of Magic.”

“Good,” Luna said.

“I was worried about you. I meant what I said earlier.”

“Which part?” Hermione asked.

Luna turned briefly and met her eye.

“All of it. Help me with this now, please.” She pointed at the two waiting vials.

Hermione put a Quick-Cooling Charm on both of them and held them out while Luna spooned the attar into them. Luna’s hand was sure and steady as always and Hermione was suddenly glad she hadn’t made the Birth Control Potion earlier; she didn’t think her hands would have been as steady.

“Thank you again,” Hermione said.

“You’re welcome. I saw you had all the ingredients laid out and thought I could make it again this month and give you a break. Then I went to Professor Slughorn and asked if I could take some more stabilised yarrow. He knew we were making the attar again, and asked about us.”

“What did you tell him?” Hermione asked, her voice shook.

“The truth, that both of us were having nightmares and sometimes we needed a night with no dreams. He told me I should see a friend of his at St Mungo’s who specialises in dreams.” Luna finished cleaning her cauldron and utensils and sat next to Hermione on the sofa.

“Did you get his name?” Hermione asked. Luna nodded.

“Her name is Miranda Ippos and she works in one of the closed wards.” She held out a fancy, almost Victorian-style calling card.

“May I have that?” Hermione asked.

“I kept it for you,” Luna said and Hermione took it. Her fingertips burned where they touched Luna’s. Hermione went to her bedroom and put it away in her pack. When she came back out, Crookshanks followed her. He went to eat and Hermione sat down next to Luna on the sofa again.

“Was Dennis okay?” Luna asked and Hermione shook her head.

“He’ll probably come see you. I asked him to.” She filled Luna in on what Dennis had said.

“I think you handled that well,” Luna said and Hermione laughed.

“How did you know I was going to ask that?”

Luna put her hand over Hermione’s.

“You have a big streak of self-doubt about some things and I could read that’s what was bothering you.” She squeezed Hermione’s hand and Hermione gripped hers tightly.

“I told McGonagall that I want to become a Healer and then study Memory Charms especially and she seemed supportive. Over Christmas break, I’ll go talk to Miss? Mrs? Ippos.”

“I think it’s Miss, but I don’t know for sure.” Luna started to pull her hand away and rise, but Hermione tugged it back.

“I—I wanted to talk about something you said earlier…”

They heard the unmistakable sound of an owl’s wing fluttering at the window a few seconds before it knocked with its beak. Hermione sighed inwardly as Luna stood and went to the window. When she opened it, five owls flew in. Four of them obviously were Ministry owls. The other owl pushed forward to Hermione first and dropped its letter in her hand. She saw the gilt band on the owl’s leg and knew it was from Gringotts even before looking at the letter. Luna put down owl treats and water on the workbench. The Gringotts owl let Hermione stroke it before it went to eat. It hooted ill-temperedly at the other owls. One by one each of the other owls dropped their letters in Hermione’s hand.

They all queued up for treats and water after the Gringotts owl and one by one they flew back off through the window.

Hermione opened the letter from Gringotts first, expecting it to be a lawsuit for damages from their escape. Instead it was a job offer. They wanted her to fill a role of representative to the Ministry. Hermione tried to read between the lines and guess based on the very attractive salary to find out if it was a sinecure or not, but she wasn’t familiar enough with Goblins and Gringotts to decide. She’d ask Bill his opinion later.

The next three letters were offers from various Ministry of Magic Departments. They all had similar salaries and job expectations. The one from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was mildly interesting, but not up her alley at all. She handed that letter to Luna.

“Is this something you’d be interested in?” she asked.

Luna read the letter while Hermione read the one from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It had been handwritten by Kingsley, which gave it a more welcoming tone, but she hadn’t changed her mind and wouldn’t take the offer. She didn’t fancy being an Auror or an investigator.

“This job is regulating and inspecting; I wouldn’t be interested in it. I want to work with the creatures themselves, not enforce restrictions.” Luna handed the letter back to Hermione.

The offer from the Department of International Magical Cooperation promised quick promotion, but having seen what Percy did at his job, Hermione wasn’t interested in it. The last letter was from the Ministry of Magic itself and didn’t have the feel of a job offer. Just as Hermione was about to open it, there was another tapping at the window. Luna opened it and another owl flew in and dropped a similar letter in Luna’s hand. Luna fed the owl a treat and it flew away toward the owlery.

“What do you think it is?” Hermione asked, holding up her letter.

Luna smiled enigmatically.

“I already know,” she said.

“How…?” Hermione started to ask, then stopped knowing she’d always wonder how Luna knew some things.

“This time it’s because I ran into Harry on the way to Professor Slughorn’s and he’d just received his letter.”

“Oh,” Hermione said, now thinking she knew what was inside it.

“Open it,” Luna urged and Hermione slit it open carefully.

It was a proclamation. She was going to receive an Order of Merlin, First Class for her actions during the war. The ceremony was going to be at Hogwarts just before they left for Christmas break. She started to put the letter away to finish later, but Luna took it from her and made her read a part near the bottom. There was also a reward of 5000 Galleons. Hermione couldn’t help but do quick maths and realised she would be able to take a year or more off work if she was careful with money.

“I didn’t know that it came with a monetary award,” she said.

“It doesn’t usually, mine didn’t,” Luna said, looking at her letter.

“It didn’t?” Hermione asked, shocked. Luna shook her head and they exchanged letters. Luna’s read exactly like Hermione’s except for the money.

“I wonder why…” Hermione started to say.

“I’m pretty sure only you, Harry and Ronald will get money. Harry also received 5,000 and I’ll bet Ronald did, too.” They exchanged letters and Hermione just stared at hers for a moment before folding it carefully and putting it away in her pack.

“I’m not going to lie; I need the money, but I wish you and Ginny and Neville got it, too.” She put her hand on Luna’s and squeezed.

“It’s all right. I won’t need the money. I’ll have a job that pays well.” Luna smiled, but having lived with her, Hermione thought it was a strained smile.

“Oh, have you got an offer already?”

Luna shook her head, squeezed Hermione’s hand back and released it.

“No. But, I’m sure I will and I’m pretty sure I know exactly which one I’ll accept.” Luna stood and went to her room, followed closely by Crookshanks. Her back was stiffer than usual and Hermione wondered if she’d offended her somehow. Luna’s door closed with a firm click.

Luna came out of her room just before dinner.

“I—did I upset you earlier?” Hermione asked from the armchair where she was studying.

“No, why do you ask?” Luna asked, tilting her head.

“It was just the way you went off to your room and closed the door and your back seemed stiffer. If I said something wrong, I’m sorry.” Hermione marked her place in her book and stood.

“It wasn’t you or the letter. I just suddenly felt sad and wanted to be alone…except Crookshanks knew I wouldn’t mind his company. He’s a really good kitty. Ready to go down to dinner?”

Hermione nodded and they went down together. Harry and Neville met them outside the Great Hall.

“I assume you both got your letter?” Harry asked and Hermione laughed.

“I got, like, five letters, which one?” she asked disingenuously.

“The Order of Merlin one,” Harry said and Neville nodded.

“You got more?” Neville asked.

“Job offers. One from Gringotts and several from Ministry departments.”

“Hermione’s Order has a monetary reward,” Luna said.

“Mine too,” Harry said. “I’m going to donate mine to the widows and orphans fund; I don’t need it.”

“I didn’t get any money, but I wasn’t expecting an Order of Merlin First Class,” Neville said.

“I—am I bad if I want to keep the money?” Hermione asked.

“No,” Harry said at the same time that Luna and Neville shook their heads.

“I think Kingsley knew you were skint and the award was mostly for you. Ron and I got it just to make it seem equitable.”

“Oh, I’m glad to hear Ron got it, too,” Hermione said and Harry squinted his eyes at her.

Luna looked at Harry, then Hermione. She took Neville’s arm and half-dragged him into the Great Hall.

“You didn’t contact him when you got your letter?” Harry whispered and Hermione shook her head.

“I was with Luna and got distracted by her letter and I was surprised to see money and I…” she trailed off.

“Something I said upset Luna and she went off to her room and closed the door. It didn’t seem like her. At least Crookshanks was in there with her.”

“Hmm,” Harry said and put his arm around Hermione.

“I’m sure whatever it was, you’ll work it out.”

“I hope so,” Hermione said, her gaze on Luna sitting down at the Ravenclaw table. Neville kissed her on the cheek before he went to the Gryffindor table.

“Ginny and I got offers today, also. Kingsley offered me Auror again, but I’m still not going to take it. I’m going to sign with Caerphily and Ginny’s got an offer from the Harpies. We’re both going to be in Wales together that way.”

“Pob lwc ,” Hermione said with a laugh. She hugged Harry tightly.

“Hey, that’s my boyfriend you’re hugging,” Ginny’s voice came from behind her. Harry and Hermione both reached back and pulled her into the hug.

“Congratulations!” Hermione said and Ginny smiled.

“I’m excited and terrified at the same time. Holyhead said they really wanted me.” Ginny broke the hug and took Harry’s hand.

“Portree offered me more money, but I wanted to be near Ginny as much as possible.”

“I—I’m going to enter the Healer program after Hogwarts, so I guess I’ll be in London,” Hermione said.

“Oh? Going to move in with Ron?” Ginny asked and Hermione’s face fell.

“I—I don’t think so. I do love Ron, but I don’t think we’re right, right now.”

Harry squeezed her shoulder and Ginny looked her in the eyes. Ginny saw something there because she broke her gaze and just said, “okay then.”

When she got back to her room late that night after Head Girl duty with Blaise and studying in the library, she immediately pulled out parchment and wrote a letter to Magda. Luna’s light snores from her room said she was already asleep. Hermione wanted to do something special for Luna and if she did it now, it might be ready by Christmas.

The rest of the term went quickly and the day of the ceremony came. Hermione had helped Harry and Ginny write their short acceptance speeches. They’d asked that the ceremony be small and Kingsley had granted that as much as he could. It took place in the Headmaster’s office, which was crowded with officials, the recipients, professors and two photographers.

Dennis Creevey pushed his way between Hermione and Harry.

“I wish I didn’t have to be here,” he whispered to Hermione. He was there to receive Colin’s Order of Merlin for his family. Colin’s photographs from the Battle of Hogwarts had been leaked to the press and published in the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler.

“Yeah, I get that,” Hermione whispered back. Then it was too busy to talk. They all received their plaques, official scrolls, and letters of credit at Gringotts for the ones who’d received money. Dennis shook as he was handed Colin’s awards. Harry and Hermione were rocks. Ron hadn’t come; he couldn’t get away from his training as the Aurors were too busy preparing for the upcoming Death Eater trials. He’d said he’d already received his award in a private ceremony with Kingsley.

The next day, the ride on the Hogwarts Express was sombre in their cabin. When Hermione got to the Burrow, a large parcel from Flourish and Blotts was waiting for her. She smiled.

“More books?” Harry asked and Hermione nodded.

“Untamed Bronco or more research?” he asked.

“A little of both. Also, some Christmas gifts,” Hermione said. She took the parcel and went to her room. Magda’s letter was sweet. She took Hermione’s turndown of the date well and ‘just friends’ seemed to be on the table. Hermione looked at the books in the parcel and smiled again. Luna would love these, she was sure. She took a small Muggle paperback entitled, ‘Breaking the Stallion, the sequel to Untamed Bronco’ and a thicker book titled ‘Introduction to Healing’ from the box. She put ‘Introduction to Healing’ on the bedside table and started reading ‘Breaking the Stallion.”

That night she dreamed of Viktor shirtless on a horse. He swooped in and lifted her onto the horse’s back in one motion. They impossibly made love on the horse as it galloped and she woke up sweaty and unfulfilled. A Silencing Charm and a Privacy Charm and then she took care of that with Viktor's and Magda’s faces both swimming through her fantasies.

#hp femslash #luna x hermione #hermione x luna #order of merlin #dennis creevey

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petriichvrs · 1 year

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 : i wish i had your confidence. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 : @sqviidboy !

"well, i can’t grant wishes,” she mutters, not unkindly, just distractedly - while dennis tries to conversate behind her, ginny’s entire upper half is lost to the depths of an under counter cupboard where she’s been searching for the last of arnold’s favorite treats for the last five, fruitless minutes. it’s dusty in there and not as vast as she’s making it out to be, but she keeps hoping that just by looking she’ll somehow by able to conjure something where clearly, nothing exists. his words sink in a little more as she shoves a faded old can of something to the side and to the spider in the corner, she says : “you can, though. if you wanted to. you could just...- it’s probably not helpful to tell you to just be more confident, is it ?”

#( 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍�� 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 ) ━━━ * convos !#dennis creevey #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the bedsit !

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Harry Potter and the Unfortunate Rewriting

(aka the worst collection of fanfiction about every one of my fav hp ships and, spoiler, I have a lot)

For ordering it, I go in chronological order of when the fic would be taking place - and I will be updating this as I update/finish the fics. To start out we have:

Marauder’s Era

moonlight looks good on you (unless you're Remus Lupin)

Remus John Lupin x Sirius Orion Black

finished fic / 7.6k words

wolfstar friends to lovers

I love them so much

marauder shenanigan's

heartbreaking end

has a sequel where they’re older and happy

“Moony,” Sirius whines, bumping the back of his head against his boyfriend’s chest as the lazy werewolf wraps an arm around his middle and. “Pay attention to me.”

Remus huffs and leans further back against the wall, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth to flip the page of his book. Smoke comes out as he breathes. “You’re on top of me, Pads.”

The rambunctious Gryffindor wiggles back against his boyfriend, and tenses immediately as he lets out a growl and his arm tightens.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want attention, Moony, give me attention.” Sirius continues to demand, tilting his head up to meet Remus’ amber eyes. “If James was here he’d give me attention. So would Dorcas!” His boyfriend scoffs. “Now you’re pushing it.”

patience isn’t a virtue (unless you’re James Potter)

James Fleamont Potter x Lily Jade Evans

finished fic / 5.4k words

jily slowburn

marauder shenanigan's

baby harry and it’s very cute

they die in the end

has a sequel where they come back to life lol

He asks her shyly, and politely, if they could name the baby after them, and maybe Sirius or Remus.

“What do you want to name them?” Lily asks, rubbing her stomach. “It has to be better than Bambi.”

“Of course.” James, grinning, rolls his eyes before gulping, features taking a more sincere look. “My papa’s name is-”

“Fleamont, your middle name.” She says matter of fact.

He ignores that she interrupted and continues. “Right, he said it was tradition for the middle name of a male in our family to take their father’s name, instead of just having the first names be the same. But Papa’s middle name was Hari -we can make it more English.”

Lily smiles, looking down to her stomach. “So, Hari or Harry James for a boy-”

“Harry James?” She didn’t think he should have been able to look as surprised as he was. “What about Sirius?”

“It’s tradition, James.” Lily scolds, huffing at him. “I know you love Sirius but we can name another kid after him, where the middle name won’t be tradition important.”

Only because she knows him so well can she tell that James is blushing. “You want more?”

Green eyes roll at him. “I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t.”

Rebellion Era - Side to Golden Era

loyalty doesn’t mean forgiveness (unless you’re Zacharias Smith)

Zacharias Hepzibah Smith x Theodore Tiberius Nott

uncompleted fic

childhood friends to reluctant lovers

good slytherins & bad hufflepuffs

they’re happy in the end

theodore nott has my heart

Without anyone really knowing how, Sirius Black himself snuck into Hogwarts and broke into the Gryffindor dormitory. Everyone is in a panic but the Slytherin is more annoyed than anything -especially when most of the teachers are only concerned about Potter instead of the entire school, instead of his friends or Quidditch team, instead of the person a mass murderer would actually kill.

When all the students are sleeping on the floor of the great hall, Theodore lays down between Zach and a much too cold wall, but that doesn't matter. He felt better when he was next to Zach, protecting him.

“Theo?” Zach murmurs, turning over on his mat, pressing his cheek against the Slytherin’s shoulder, warming his entire side. “Are you still awake?”

“Of course,” Theodore mutters back, wrapping his arm around his best friend’s side. “Since when am I asleep before you?”

He shrugs, scooting even closer, placing his hand over the one Theodore has on his chest -effectively using him like one of his teddy bears (that he’s damn sure he still has on his bed in the Hufflepuff dormitory).

“Never.”

“Exactly.”

There’s a few moments of silence, moments where they’re both just breathing together, and then Zach is burying himself completely in Theodore’s side, giving up all hopes of retaining dignity in favor of cuddling with the older boy.

“I’m scared.” He says quietly, and then, “Don’t let go… please.”

Theodore nods, resting his head on the blond’s while he speaks. “I won’t.”

The entire night, he sticks to his words like a promise (and to him, it is).

respect doesn’t equal love (unless you’re Fleur Delacour)

William Arthur Weasley x Fleur Isabelle Delacour

uncompleted fic

bleur slowburn

fleur is a badass

charlie weasley is an asexual menace

bill and tonks are best friends

it goes over their entire relationship

Bill turns back to Fleur. “Is your mum okay with all of this?”

Unceremoniously, Fleur shrugs. “She has to be, I’m eighteen and she doesn’t really have a choice.”

“Yes, but it is always quite nice to get acceptance of our actions from our parents.” At his words, her want to seem more independent without consoling her parents mom dulls down, and Fleur realizes that Bill truly doesn’t care how much she talks to her mother, as long as she’s happy with it.

He’s a family man, he always will be, and he knows that she would tell her mother about this and he knows that she would have strong opinions.

Like always, Bill is looking out for her and guiding her into the right direction without even realizing that he’s doing it.

laughter can’t solve everything (unless you’re George Weasley)

George Fabian Weasley x Angelina Johnson x Lee Jordan

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be short)

humor and fluff is the point of this fic

george x lee = idiots/best friends to lovers

george x angelina = enemies to lovers, idiot x smart

lee x angelina = brat falls in love with intimidating person

they all use humor/sarcasm to cope

I can’t get over this possibility

"And Wood gets the Quaffle back from out of bounds, and spins to face the rings once more. Johnson, now distracted, lets Wood throw it through the middle! Ten points to Wood! Great Merlin, now Weasley- -the better looking one, mind you all- -has the Quaffle! He's punting it across the stadium with his Beater's bat and-"

Lee squawks loudly into the microphone and dodges out of the way as the Quaffle smacks dead into the space he was moments before, loud feedback ringing out into his ears.

Magical or not, a microphone is a microphone.

“You’re not getting this back! Twenty points from Weasley!” Lee flips George off while tucking the Quaffle under one arm, and in good spirits his best friend flips him off right back. “That puts Wood in the lead, thirty points up from a negative on Weasley, meanwhile Johnson’s still guarding those rings -never mind that, folks, she’s flying right out here. Look at her, she’s bloody gorgeous!”

Angelina comes to a stop right in front of Lee, lips twisted into a scowl. “Give me the ball back, Jordan.”

Lee stands his ground. “Ask nicely, Johnson, and then maybe. ”

It’s when Angelina steps off her broom onto the stand end, jumping onto the stadium next to him that her presence truly gets intimidating. Grabbing his chin with one hand and the Quaffle with the other, she says “Stop being such a brat.” before dropping him with a small push and taking to the air again.

competition isn’t real passion (unless you’re Oliver Wood)

Oliver Benjamin Wood x Marcus Flint

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be short)

good slytherin doesn’t mean nice slytherin

so much tension

epitome of enemies to lovers

oliver wood is neurotic

marcus flint is an asshole

“I don’t give a bloody fuck, Wood-”

“And I don’t care either.” Standing his ground, Oliver glares at the Slytherin. “We’re just going to have to deal with each other’s presence. You’re not getting rid of me.”

“Blimey you’re stubborn, but that’s typical of a Gryffindor.” Flint sighs. “As long as we’re out here, I could use you as good target practice, and you, well Merlin knows your ring guarding needs work.”

That small challenge was enough to get Oliver to his feet. “I’m agreeing, but I don’t think you’re any less of a bigoted tosser, Flint.”

“And don’t think I think you’re any less of a reckless arse, Wood.”

Now it was a competition -who could block or score on the other most, who was the better Quidditch player. Flint knew how to push his buttons to get what he wanted, and the headstrong boy fell right into his trap.

But Oliver doesn’t care.

Competition is exactly what he wanted.

Golden Trio Era

sacrifice doesn’t mean i love you (unless you’re Draco Malfoy)

Harry James Potter x Draco Lucius Malfoy

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be long)

slowburn

enemies to friends to lovers

harry is a little shit

malfoy is also a little shit, a tad misunderstood

at parts heartbreaking

very worth it

Draco Malfoy was laughing at the Slytherin table early in the morning for breakfast at something that Pansy Parkinson was saying when Harry passed by them -they sat in the front next to the professors, and he had to cross the room to get to the Gryffindor table after all, it’s not he had another reason to walk all the way down there.

He’s laughing, and he has dimples.

And all of a sudden, Harry is blurting out that he has a nice smile and he feels mortified because Malfoy’s expression immediately goes blank and oh Merlin he just fucked up.

The Slytherin students are staring between them like Harry had lost his mind and worried like Malfoy was about to hex them- -not counting Blaise who grinned like he just won the lottery- -but the damage was already done and it made him suck in a breath.

Sticking true to his word and trying to play it off, Harry continues.

“Really Malfoy, smile more, first it suits you and-”

Quickly racking his brain for an insult, and finding not a single thing, just panic made static, he just flushes brightly and takes to stammering.

“And, well, -you’re always scowling. It’s-”

Deciding that he’s about to die from embarrassment over it all, Harry bolts across the room and slams himself down in place against Ron and Ginny. Across the table, Hermione looked worried but Fred snickered so loud that it drew looks from the neighboring Ravenclaw table.

i’m sorry isn’t a confession (unless you’re Hermione Granger)

Hermione Jean Granger x Fredrick Gideon Weasley

uncompleted fic

friends to lovers

using humor to cope

idiot x genius trope that I love

it just fits so well ahh

fred is literally my favorite

The next year of Hogwarts started with so much excitement and cheering amongst the students that it gave Hermione a headache. She and Ginny just wanted to gossip and laugh together most days, not be shoved in the halls (though Ginny shoved back) and mocked by older students for not being able to put their name in the Goblet of Fire.

Not that either of them cared -it wasn’t in their interests to be the champion.

The same couldn’t be said for the Weasley boys, however, and especially not the twins who apparently, not even a week after the Triwizard Tournament was announced, brewed up some silly little concoction to trick the age-line Dumbledore drew into letting them put their name in instead of just asking some seventh year that owes them a favor.

“It won’t work.” Hermione calls teasingly, as Ginny scolds them both while Harry and Ron watch in amusement.

Fred tsks at her, finger clipping her chin up, “Au contraire, H’mione, I think it will do wonders.”

With a scoff and the sharp snap of her closing book, Hermione smacks his hand away but it only makes him laugh and wink while turning back to his equally as giddy twin, locking arms and downing the potion without a second thought.

“Bottom’s up!”

fighting won’t make him love you (unless you’re Ron Weasley)

Ronald Bilius Weasley x Blaise Elias Zabini

uncompleted fic

enemies to fuck buddies to lovers

tall protective one x short mean one

ron is the heart of harry potter don’t say otherwise

good slytherins

“I’m not the only arse here, Weasley, go check in the mirror.” Though he responded as such, for some reason he found the angry flush rising along the Gryffindor’s cheeks horribly attractive at worst and mildly amusing at best.

“Oh bugger off-”

“Need to talk about it?”

Weasley’s body freezes and blue eyes blink at him, and for a few moments he’s so still that he could have been petrified before he visibly gulps and responds in a choked voice. “What?”

Blaise shrugs and suddenly realizes that he has absolutely no explanation, other than maybe he’s spent too much time around Pansy when she’s had all her breakdowns recently.

“Are you being…” Weasley’s nose scrunches, and it makes it look like the freckles which are splattered all over his body squish together along either side of his straight nose. “Nice?”

Scoffing loudly, Blaise actually jumps down from the viewing window and raises a black eyebrow at the other boy. “Now you’re just imagining things. However this time, I was mocking you, surprised you didn’t pick that up. Dull as always, Weasley.”

Puffing out an annoyed breath, fogging in the cold air, Weasley rolls his eyes and mutters out “Whatever.” even as the angry flush starts to die down and the tension reduces along his shoulders.

Part of Blaise is a little pissed at him for helping the ‘enemy’ and the other part of him is thankful for it. Part of him makes him think that means he could still be a good person. A bigger part of him wants to go back to the Slytherin dormitories and chew out Pansy.

weird isn’t a compliment (unless you’re Luna Lovegood)

Luna Pandora Lovegood x Ginevra Molly Weasley

uncompleted fic

linny slowburn

one-sided enemies to friends to lovers

ginny is a reckless queen and luna is a goddess

their relationship is so cute to me

ginny & harry, luna & draco friendship

they fight for one another in their own ways

Some people just tended to be a little too wild for neat things. Ginny was one of them. Luna was okay with that, it reminded her of Blibbering Humdingers that she believed fancied Professor Sprout’s garden enough she refused to tend to it.

Other days Ginny would kick and bounce through the grass, talking about anything and everything there was while Luna laid face-down in the grass outside the greenhouses they were currently ignoring their responsibilities in, and she inhaled the earth while her friend struggled to breath through her words.

“If you’re not careful, you’ll end up like the Gulping Plimpies.” Luna warns briefly, though she doesn’t believe that Ginny could ever get that bad. If the twins- -George and Fred- -hadn’t yet, she couldn’t possibly.

“Yeah, and pigs will fly and the sky will turn purple.” Snorting, Ginny replies but her quiet mumbling immediately after is enough to make Luna glance up to find her wand tracing through the air with the end bubbling an odd green-blue as it lights up at the same moment.

“Would you prefer being a Dabber Blimp? You’d make a lovely one.”

“Nope.”

you can’t live off compassion (unless you’re Neville Longbottom)

Neville Longbottom x Hannah Abbott

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be short)

hufflepuff pride

neville is secretly a badass

mostly end-of-war stuff

hella fluff

they’re simple as a pair and I love it

Despite knowing after all these years that she wouldn't understand, that she won't remember the next time he visits and barely knows who he is (if she knows at all) Neville takes his mother's hands in his and says, "I'm in love with someone, Mum." Neville finds himself ranting to empty air. "She's... she's so understanding. She's great. She's my age, a Hufflepuff. God, Mum, she's so strong. One of the most impressive women I've ever met, alongside Ginny -I've talked about her before to you. The only Weasley girl? You know here. Anyway, you'll really like her. Her name's Hannah Abbott... I want to propose to her, what do you think?"

She blinks heavily at him before scowling, shaking her head as her husband animatedly moves behind her. "I've told you a thousand times, dear," Her words slur almost intangibly. "You have to do the dishes before you take out the dog."

“I know, Mum.” Neville smiles back.

He tells her about how he's finishing school, and then taking over Professor Sprout's position as the Herbology Professor after a year of being her assistant. No reaction. He tells her how badly Hannah wants to meet them, and that he's already met her parents. No reaction. He tells her that when he's stable with his job, and maybe has a bit more of his mind together, he'll marry her. No reaction.

Frank Longbottom has only said three things to his son over his entire life-

“The sun is too dark.” when he was six.

“You look just like my mother.” when he was twelve.

And finally, “I’m sure one day, you’ll find the right spot.” when he was seventeen, and came to see them as a goodbye in case the war didn’t go in his favor.

Today wouldn’t be the day, and Neville wouldn’t be the person. Yet after he’s said his goodbyes and is talking to the squip at the front desk who monitors them, double checking with her that it is indeed okay to bring Hannah, or invite the Potter’s, a firm hand is gripping his shoulder.

Startled, Neville stumbles slightly in step as he turns and finds Frank staring at him with a frown and Alice mumbling incoherently behind him, dragged by the bunched sleeve of her robes.

“Take these.” His father says, speaking strongly and un-slurred as he holds his hand out, two rings- -their wedding rings- -on the palm of his hand. “For the wedding.”

hand holding doesn’t mean i love you (unless you’re Dean Thomas)

Dean Thomas x Seamus Finnigan

finished oneshot / 3.5k words

deanmus slowburn

childhood friends to lovers

quiet tall x loud small

their height difference is adorable

dean is an artist, period

you can’t tell me that they’re not canon

Admittedly, Seamus’s uniform was always scruffy and untidy, making him look like a slob especially after a particularly explosive time in class. After he had been fighting, he looked his absolute worst -worse than he’s ever been at the end of his pyromaniac tendencies.

His face had been battered and bruised by the Carrow’s to an extent that Dean couldn’t recognize him until he spoke with his distinct Irish accent.

Dean quickly uses Episkey and a quick stamina charm, and tucks Seamus into his arms for a quick shared kiss before diving back into battle, pushing his boyfriend towards where Professor Vector was casting hexes left and right with a sneer -safe behind his teacher as he runs down along the bloodied grass calling Colin and Neville’s name.

Rebirth Era - End of Golden Era

the veil isn’t thin (unless you’re Sirius Black) / update when it comes out

Remus John Lupin x Sirius Orion Black James Fleamont Potter x Lily Jade Evans

unpublished fic

established wolfstar & jily

from POA - DH - post war

sirius is pulled from the veil and brings james/lily with him

both couples have a set of twins, wolfstar through tonks

james and lily get to parent harry, it’s amazing

they help end the war they started

hurt/comfort, anti major character death

When Sirius points his wand at Peter, ready to kill, and Harry Potter- -James' boy, his godson, the boy he pledged himself to raise, the boy he cares about more than anything- -throws himself in front of Peter to keep him and Remus to stop him from doing so he says, well, he says- "I don't reckon my dad would've wanted his best friends to become killers."

And it made Sirius freeze, gave Remus pause.

Because he's wrong, James would have killed Peter knowing what he knows, he would have done anything to defend Lily, to protect Harry. He would not have backed down, and yet Sirius does at this moment.

Because Harry's wrong, and right now he's the furthest from James' son, and Remus knows better than either of them that this- -his words, his absolute kindness and ruthless way he insists upon mercy, that fierce insistence of true justice- -was all Lily.

Lily wouldn't want them to kill Peter, not James. Lily.

So they didn't.

healing doesn’t mean change (unless you’re Lavender Brown) / update when it comes out

Lavender Elizabeth Brown x Parvati Patil

unpublished fic (it’s gonna be short)

childhood friends to lovers

werewolf lavender

patil twin drama

hurt/comfort

“No matter what you are, what shape you’re in, Lav, I promise, I promise that I will love you.” Parvati says fiercely, holding her girlfriend’s face between both hands. The eye contact makes her seem much too honest, much too overwhelming. “I love you and that will never change. Stop thinking otherwise.”

Recovery Era - Before Next Gen

frayed pictures are worthless (unless you’re Dennis Creevey) / update when it comes out

Dennis Cooper Creevey x Elaine Tyra Zabini - fandom oc

unpublished fic

hurt/comfort

good slytherins

overprotective wild one x anxious sad one

I’m not over Collin Creevey’s death, are you?

adorable ending

After he lost his brother, Dennis doesn’t quite know what to do with himself. Nothing is the same anymore, and now people say that’s a good thing… but it doesn’t feel like a good thing. It feels lonely.

When they talk about his brother’s death, they talk about Colin how they first met him -like the scrawny little kid who liked to jumpscare people with flash photography, the small second year who held the door open and let people come and go in and out of the Gryffindor common room for fifteen minutes before politely excusing himself, the twelve year old who was full of life and excited about everything, and how they can barely picture him as that sixteen year old boy who ran head first into battle, snarl on his lips and wand ready only to die.

Because Colin did die.

But he didn’t die as that scared little kid, he died in the middle of battle, he died fighting for everything he believed in. He died a hero. He died with a glare, a snarl and a shout; he did not go with tears or a smile. He died so that his family would finally get retribution, he died so that all his friends could live, he died to protect his little brother.

Yet in doing so, he left all those people behind.

He left Dennis behind.

persistence isn’t worth it (unless you’re a Malfoy) - an oc fic

Cepheus Abraxas Malfoy x Lincoln Septimus Weasley draco’s little brother arthur/molly’s nephew, ron’s little cousin

uncompleted fic

straight romance and they’re adorable

a malfoy in hufflepuff

hufflepuff pride

the goal is to gain a patronus

they banter and flirt the same amount

Cepheus -he feels like right now, all those rumors about how ruthless and cunning Malfoy’s really can be are true.

The massive white dragon flies and turns, spinning around and knocks the mannequin over with its massive tail, taking up nearly all of the space in the room as it turns to face him with a deep growl shaking the room.

The Hufflepuff finds himself sobbing at the dragon’s feet, and the giant beast curls around him, covering him with giant, whispery silver wings as it puffs out breaths that wipe the tears from its castor’s cheeks.

From the corner of the room, the door bangs open and in barges Lincoln, who stops dead in his tracks at the sight. “Ceph…” He says, voice breaking.

The dragon stands, taking Cepheus with it and only stops when it can rest its snout on Lincoln’s forehead. Around him, the white wisps disappear and Cepheus finds himself crying against his boyfriend's chest.

Apparently, even to his innately magical side, Lincoln is just as good a protector as the Patronus, and now that he’s safe, there’s no reason for him to be casting one anymore.

I hope you all like these descriptions / found something new to read - also please tell me about any other fics about obscure hp pairings I could make/why you like them

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