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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Thirty

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Soft fluff, and some smut towards the end.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

After having an exciting, yet lazy afternoon, you and Harry get dressed for the Hanukkah party. You rummage through your closet for your funky Hanukkah sweater, and throw on a pair of jeans. You see Harry slip on his black jeans that have a few holes in them.

“You won’t want to wear those.”

“Thought you liked these pants?” His face falls.

“I do. But you will be made fun of, and you won’t hear the end of it. Notice, my pants do not have rips in them, a rare sight.” He rolls his eyes and takes his pants off.

“What do you suggest I wear then?”

“What about those dark blue jeans you have?” He nods and puts them on. “Much better.”

“That sweater is cute.”

“Thanks! Last year Erica wore a funny sweater, so I bought one immediately.”

“Will all your siblings be there?”

“Most likely.”

“And this is your mum’s side right?”

“Right, so dad won’t be there. I’m calling him tomorrow about England.” Harry kisses you on the top of his head. He throws on a long sleeve black shirt. “You look perfect.”

You go out to the kitchen and take a kugel that you had defrosted the night before out of the fridge.

“They really like when you make this, huh?”

“It’s tradition babe. Mmm, I cannot wait to eat the potato pancakes my uncle makes, they’re so good. Oh! And he gets these really nice bagels and whitefish salad. My mouth is watering already.”

“Whitefish salad?”

“It’s sort of like a seafood salad, but with smoked fish. It’s, um, and acquired taste. Same with lox. Don’t feel like you need to eat anything that looks gross to you. There’ll be other food.”

“M’not too worried, love. I’m excited to meet more of your family. Who else will be there?”

“Well, my great aunt and uncle, they’re hosting. Then they have three kids, one lives in Missouri though so his family won’t be there. One cousin has a teenage daughter, and the other has two little boys.”

“So, another baby will be there?” His face lights up.

“Yeah, he’s like two, and the other one is seven.”

“Fantastic.”

“And then my mom’s brother who you’ve met. Some of my great uncle’s friends will be there too.”

“This’ll be fun.”

“Ready to go?”

“Yup.”

You drive the both of you to your uncle’s house. Once you’re only about twenty minutes out, you tell Harry what to expect.

“Okay, so I’m going to warn you about something now that we’re close, and you can’t escape.”

“Jesus, what is it?” He chuckles.

“My uncle is going to kiss you when you when he greets you.” Harry looks at you.

“Your mum kisses me.” He shrugs.

“On the lips.”

“What?”

“Look, it’s something he’s always done. My grandmother does the same thing, I don’t know if you noticed how I said hello to her. It’s something their family did. Their grandparents came from the old country, and I just think whatever the reason they do that stuck around.”

“I could understand family doing it, but with a complete stranger?”

“He kissed Niall last year.” You giggle, and Harry bursts out laughing.

“Okay, so what do I do?”

“Well, he’ll hug you, and as he goes in for the hug, he’s going to kiss you quickly on the mouth. I’ll greet him first so you can observe.”

“Does anyone else do it?”

“No! That’s the funniest part, everyone else just cheek kisses. You should’ve seen the first time my sister-in-law got caught in it. We made eye contact and I had to walk away because I was laughing too hard.”

“Will there be alcohol?”

“Yes.”

“Then I can get through this.”

You get to your uncle’s house. Harry carries the kugel in. You walk into the house and see Erica already there, and your cousins and their kids. Your mom and Bridget are in the kitchen. Your uncle comes right up to you.

“You made it!” You give him a hug and kiss. Harry watches carefully, and stifles a laugh. You take the kugel from Harry.

“Uncle Al, this is my boyfriend Harry.”

“Nice to meet you.” Harry says. Your uncle hugs him, and kisses him.

“Same to you. Make yourself at home. Sweetie, I’ll take that so I can heat it up.” He takes the kugel from you. You look at Harry.

“Well done.” You whisper to Harry.

“Not my first time kissin’ a man, won’t be my last.” He winks at you.

Your cousins come over to greet you, and you introduce Harry to them. You see your little cousin Ben waddling around, and you scoop him up. He giggles as you tickle him, and snuggle him to you.

“Ben! I haven’t seen you since the summer you goober, give me a kiss.” He kisses you on the cheek. “Do you want to meet my new friend?”

“Okay.”

“Ben, this is my friend Harry.”

“Hey lad.” The toddler gazes up at him, having never heard an accent before. Harry jostles the hair on his head. Your other little cousin Cooper comes over to say hi.

“Hey Coop!” You lean down to give him a kiss.

“Hi Y/N, wanna come see my new truck?”

“Sure! Did your daddy get it for you?”

“Yes!” He says excitedly. You turn to Harry and pass Ben to him. He follows you into the living room. “Wow, Cooper this is really cool.”

“Do you and Ben play with your trucks together?” Harry asks, sitting on the floor with the boys.

“Sometimes. He just sort of watches.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Babe, I’m gonna go find my mom to say hi.”

“Sounds good.”

You find your mom in the kitchen with your sisters. You hug all of them, and make yourself a drink.

“Harry in the other room?” Your mom asks.

“Yeah, he’s playing with the boys.”

Eventually your brother and sister in law show up. Everyone is happy, eating a ton of food. Harry was having fun with all the kids around. Everyone settles down a bit to find seats.

“Everyone’s here now, right?” Your great aunt asks your mom.

“Yes.” Your mom winks at her.

“Here we go.” Erica whispers to you, and you giggle. You put a hand on Harry’s leg.

“You’re going to love this.” You whisper to him.

“What?” He whispers back.

“You’ll see.”

“Oy, oy!!” You all hear from upstairs.

“Oy, oy!” Everyone from downstairs yells back. Harry is thoroughly confused.

All of a sudden your uncle appears dressed up with blue tights, blue elf shoes, blue shorts, a white t-shirt, a long beard, and a blue Santa hat. Your aunt brings in a sack full of gifts.

“Oy! Look at all these Jews!” Everyone is hollering and laughing. He sits down in a chair and your aunt sits on the floor next to him. “Mr. Elfman has lots of gifts for everyone’s first night of Hanukkah.” Everybody cheers.

“Mr. Elfman?” Harry leans into you.

“He’s been doing this since we were kids. Just wait, it gets better.” You whisper.

“Okay, first up is…Erica! Is there an Erica here?” Your sister giggles and goes over to sit on his knee.

“Thank you Mr. Elfman.” They kiss and hug, and she takes her gift.

After quite a few people and some laughs, you get called up. You hand your sister your phone so she can take your picture.

“Thank you Mr. Elfman.” You kiss your uncle and take your gift. He whispers something to you and you laugh, and nod. You get up and go back over to Harry.

Your brother is called up, and then your little cousins.

“Alright, this next one is for…Harry, is there a Harry here?”

Harry’s eyes bug out as he looks at you. You give him a grin and tap his leg with your hand. Everyone hollers as he gets up. He sits down carefully on your uncle’s knee.

“You’re a big boy aren’t you?” He laughs. “Here you go.” He hands Harry a small card, most likely a gift card.

“Thank you…Mr. Elfman.” Everyone claps as Harry gets up and sits back down next to you. You kiss him on the cheek.

“You’re such a good sport.”

“He didn’t have to get me anythin’.” He smiles.

Once all of the Mr. Elfman stuff is over, your uncle comes back dressed as normal.

“What I miss?” Everyone laughs. “We ready to light the candles?”

Everyone gets up and gathers around. Your aunt passes your uncle a children’s book. He picks up Ben, and reads the story of Hanukkah out loud. Your mom helps light the candles, as you all chant the prayer. Harry’s amazed when he hears everyone in unison. He hears your voice faintly, and gives your hand a squeeze. Once the candles are lit, everyone goes back to hanging out and eating.

You take your nephew from your brother and keep him cozy in your lap. Harry boops his nose a couple times, making him giggle.

“God, there is no better sound.” Harry beams. You look at him. “What?”

“You’re just cute.”

“Can I hold him?”

“Of course!” You hand him to Harry. He rocks him gently.

You get up to go chat with your cousins. You tell them all about your promotion. They’re all very proud of you. Erica drags you into the kitchen.

“You’re going to England with Harry next week?”

“Yeah, five days from now actually. I need to get packing.”

“This is huge!”

“I’m so excited. I’m going to meet his mom and sister. And then we’re going to spend a few days in London.”

“How long have you two been together again?”

“Almost five months…not that weird to be going on a trip together.”

“Didn’t say it was weird. Have you told dad yet.” You sigh.

“No, I plan to call him tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it.”

“Smart by calling him. You two really love each other don’t you?”

“Yeah, we do.”

“You seem really happy. It’s nice.” You both hug.

You go back out to Harry. He’s just handing the baby over to your brother, he fell asleep.

“You ‘bout ready to go? Long drive back.” You say.

“Sure, if you’re ready.’

You both make your rounds to say goodbye to everyone, and head out to the car. You let Harry drive back.

“Did you have fun?”

“I did, actually. Your family is hilarious.”

“If I had tried to explain it all to you, you just wouldn’t have understood.” You laugh.

“So he’s been doin’ that since you were a kid?”

“Yup! Then he stopped for a little while after we all sort of grew up. Now that he has young grandkids, he’s brought it back. That’s why we all really ham it up. We want him to know how much we appreciate it.”

“It was nice of them to include me.”

“He texted me a couple weeks ago to see if I was bringing anyone. I told him all about you. You’re officially a part of the family, no backing out now.” You rest a hand on his thigh, and he puts a hand over yours.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.”

You get home late. You and Harry kick your shoes off and hang your coats up once you’re in the door. He grabs your face and starts kissing you. Your hands go to his hips and you kiss him back. You giggle against him.

“What’s gotten into you?” You whisper.

“Nothin’, just wanted to kiss you real bad.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “Haven’t had ya all week.” He grabs the back of your thighs, and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Well, looks like we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” You giggle as he carries you to the bedroom.

You both lay down facing each other, legs and arms entangling. Your hands reach for his hair, and you pull his face closer to yours. Your lips brush against each other softly. You loved when he was cute with you like this. You feel his hands dip below to unzip your jeans. His hand slowly dips inside your panties to rub on you. You involuntarily grind into his soft and gentle touch. His fingers tease around your slit as it becomes wet. You reach down to unzip his jeans, and you palm his hard cock. You think back to the first time you two did this.

“Harry, kiss me.”

His lips press to yours, and you dart your tongue into his mouth. His molds to yours, taking in every taste of you. You were desperate to have his tongue on your other set of lips.

“I want your mouth on me.” You moan out. “Please, get my pants off.”

He kisses you on the top of your head, and switches his position. He tugs your pants and underwear down your legs. You spread yourself apart for him, and he sees you glistening. He places light kisses on your clit, and nibbles on the little bud. He starts to lick at your core, up and down really slow. You move your hips up and down with him. The whole thing was so sensual, your eyes were rolling back into your head. He moves his tongue back up to flick at your clit while his middle finger slips inside you. Your hands clutch at his hair.

“Fuck.” You say under your breath. “Harry.” You moan. He slips another finger in and you grit your teeth. They were hitting you at just the right spot, and his tongue was doing wonders. Your legs began to shake. He groans against you as you tug on his hair harder. “Feels so good.” You start panting as your stomach tightens.

“That’s it, come for me baby.” He says against you. With another moan of his name, you release onto his fingers. He sucks on your clit to help you ride out your high. He sits up and sucks his fingers into his mouth to taste every last bit of you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” You say catching your breath. You sit up and take your sweater off.

“Would it be alright if I rubbed up against you?”

“Of course, babe.”

“Without my boxers.” You blink at him.

“I…would be nervous about it slipping in.” You think for a second. “But I have an idea you might like. Take your clothes off, I’ll be right back.”

You get up and go into the bathroom as Harry rids himself of his clothes. You rummage through your cabinet, and eventually find what you’re looking for. You come back out and sit on your bed. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“What do we need lube for?” You squeeze some out and rub into your hands to warm it up.

“You’ll see.” You rub it onto your chest, right between your boobs. You shift to lay down. You push your boobs together. “Alright, have at it.”

“Really?”

“Yup. This is the best I can do for you right now.” You both giggle.

Harry straddles the top of your body and positions his dick, and pushes in between your boobs. He thrusts in and out, simply enjoying your soft, plush skin around him. You push your boobs closer together so it feels tighter around him. He looks down at you and loves the site before him.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He grunts. You look up at him through your lashes, and give him that shy, innocent look that he loves so much. “Fuck.” He pulls away and grips himself, releasing ribbons of his hot come onto your chest.

He gets up and grabs a rag from the bathroom to wipe you off with. He leans down to kiss you on the lips. He crawls into bed, wrapping himself around you.

“I love you so much, Harry.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” You turn over to face him.

“Did you like what we did tonight?”

“Yeah, it was pretty hot.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t feel comfortable with what you wanted.”

“S’okay.”

“I’m feeling closer though…” You say almost in a whisper.

“Really?” He tucks some hair behind your ear.

“Mhm…I think I get in my own head too much about the potential of something hurting or even just being triggered. I trust you with my whole heart, I want you to know that, it’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s all about what’s in my head…I feel terrible about it.”

“I understand, and thank you for telling me. I know you’re scared, and I feel terrible about that.” He kisses your forehead. “You don’t need to feel terrible. You can’t really control what’s goin’ on up there. I know you try to.”

“I think about it…a lot.”

“What?”

“Us being intimate in that way. I know I want it…I’m just…” You start to feel tears well up. “I’m petrified of it all going wrong, and ruining the moment.”

He pulls you closer to his chest and soothes you. He plasters kisses to your hairline and rubs your back. You rest with him in a comfortable silence. Nothing else needed to be said. He continues to soothe you and hold you.

The next morning you’re woken up abruptly by your phone buzzing, you reach for it and groan.

“Hi dad.” You look over at Harry, who is sound asleep. You get up and go out to the living room.

“How was the Hanukkah party?” You roll your eyes. You hated when he’d call you for gossip.

“Good.”

“He do Mr. Elfman?”

“Yup.”

“Course he did.”

“Well, everyone loved it so…”

“Okay, okay. What are you doing for Christmas? You coming home at all?”

“I was actually going to call you about that today…I’m taking a trip with Harry. We’re leaving Saturday and will be back before New Year’s.”

“Oh…So I won’t see you for the holidays at all?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time, dad.”

“Y/N.”

“We can hang out afterwards…you do have three other kids you know?”

“Where are you two going for an entire week?”

“Um…well I’m going to meet his mum and sister.”

“Don’t they live in England?”

“They do.” There’s a dead silence.

“You can’t be fucking serious?! You’ve known this guy for a second and you’re taking an international trip with him?!”

“First of all, we’ve been together almost five months. Second of all, do not yell at me. I’m an adult, and I’m allowed to do what I want. He invited me home with him and I happily accepted. Tickets are already paid for. We’re also spending a few days in London. I’m really excited, and it would be nice if you-“

“Don’t speak to me like that!”

“Dad! I’m not going to talk to you if you’re going to yell at me!”

Harry woke up, hearing your voice from the other room. He walks out rubbing his eyes and stops short when he sees you pacing around the room, with the phone pressed to your ear.

“I don’t even understand why you’re so mad!”

“Because you barely know this guy!”

“No, you barely know him! I know him just fine!”

“How could you expect me to be okay with you going away with someone like this that I’ve only met once?!”

“Jesus Christ! It doesn’t fucking matter! I don’t live at home anymore, I don’t have to run every little thing by you. This is my life! And I’ll do what I want with it, and I’ll spend it with whomever I want! I’m hanging up now.”

“Y/N, don’t you dare h-.” You end the call, and turn your phone off. You knew he’d try to call again.

Your blood was boiling, you didn’t notice Harry standing in the area. You turned and picked up a couch cushion and screamed into it, then slammed it back on the couch. You were breathing really heavy, your eyes caught Harry. He was just standing there, eyes wide, completely unsure of how to comfort you.

“I’ll call him again later. I can’t talk with him right now.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me…why did he start a fight with you?”

“It’s what he does! He flies off the handle for no reason! I don’t have to tell him every little fucking thing. He’s lucky I even fucking talk to him at all! Fuck him!”

He lets you go off. Screaming and yelling about everything you can’t stand about your dad. Eventually your voice just gets too tired, and you stop. You turn your phone back on, and see four missed calls from your dad. You text him and tell him you love him, but it didn’t matter what he said because you loved Harry and you were going to England. All he said back was ok.

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hogwartsambientfeverdream · 4 years

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The story of a flower

H used to hate her freckles. Tiny little specks of colour splattered all over her face an her body. They always reminded her of how much she looks like her dad and not her mom. Her mother have them too, but not like her father. People would call her by her dad’s name when younger for fun, to point out how much they look like each other and how cute this is... She never really blamed or disliked him for that, she just really wanted to look like a different person.

It wasn’t the resemblance that bothered her though... She loves her dad. Besides, calling the kids by their parents names when younger to insinuate how much they look like them was quite frequent in her big family. Both her older cousins had the same fate with their father; But why did it botherd her so much?

Her family is huge. She especially loved the summers because everyone would gather at their grandparents’ for at least 2 weeks. She loved it! Lots of cousins running around playing and screaming. Sure, they were not allowed to use magic but they would secretly hide from the parents and try out some stuff. The older ones would always show them new tricks and especially after starting to join Hogwarts. One time their grandfather caught them and he laughed proudly. She remembers that he started shedding some tears but no one else remembers that... But she could swear she saw it...

She especially loved her older cousin. She loved him maybe as much as her sister. She was his protégée. He would always share secrets with her under the bedsheets long past bed time. He would always tell her the new spells he learned at school and would give her advice for when her time would come. He was the first one to talk to about the houses in Hogwarts. After her sister was sorted in Ravenclaw and her other cousin in Slytherin, she started fearing that she would not be sorted in Gryffindor either. Everyone anticipated for the kids to be sorted in Gryffindor, since there was a huge tradition with Gryffindor in their family. But everything changed with them. And then she started fearing about not sleeping next to her family at night. That Cristmas holiday, she told her cousin about it and that she had it for granted that she would sleep closely to him or her sister so that they could protect her if she had any bad dreams. He laughed in the most sweet way possible and hugged her.

“I’m pretty sure you will be sorted in Gryffindor don’t worry...”, he said

“But how do you know? We said the same for everyone else and now what?”, 10year old H answered.

“The thing is though, that after entering Hogwarts and understanding how things work, I personally never anticipated for them to be sorted in Gryffindor.. I was sad that I would not play Quidditch in the same team as my brother, sure, but he does indeed belong to Slytherin. And the same goes for your sister.. She does indeed belong to Ravenclaw... Even your mom did, i think, but that’s another story. But you are different that them.. You are truly brave.. You haven’t realised it yet but you are...”

She felt better at that time and she slept very well... For once she didn’t have any nightmares that night. But then she started thinking about it... But why? Why was she brave? And how can you tell from an 10 year old kid that they are brave...

The summer before entering Hogwarts she realised what her cousin was talking about. It all came together. Being annoyed by the resemblance to her dad, relatives calling her by his name, the nightmares... And then for the first time, she expressed to her mom something that never made sense to her.

It was around June. Her sister and cousins had not yet come back from Hogwarts. It was Saturday. She remembers because her mom wasn’t at work. She was home cooking, while she was there at the kitchen with her drawing. Her dad was not there... She doesn’t remember why.. Maybe something to do with his job... The sun was very bright and their home was full of light. She, as always, was drawing her mother’s colourful plants.

“Mom, why am I not named after a flower?”, she asked while finishing the small lavenders at her drawing paper.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”, her mother turned to her quite confused..

“Well, you know... Both Lily and Rose are named after flowers, right? Why not me?”

“Because, you are a bo...”, Hermione stopped her phrase almost scared. But not scared of what H meant, but scared that she would harm her own child... “What do you mean by that, love? James and Albus are not named after flowers...”, she said smiling while she approached her and holded her little hands gently.

“Well, yes I know that... But, I am not like them... I am like Lilly and Rose... I am like my sister, right?”, H answered.

Hermione looked at her child with all the love she has ever felt for anyone and smiled at her.

“Yes love, your are like them”, she said and hugged her.

That night H couldn’t sleep. She got up and left her room. At first she went to Rose’s room and laid down on her bed. She often did this when Rose was away at Hogwarts. Her room calmed her. It was like she was there hugging her and reassuring her that the nightmare was only a bad dream and nothing else. But even then she couldn’t sleep.

She got up again and decided to go to her parents’ room to sleep with them like how she would snuggle in between them when she was a little kid. As she was approaching the room she saw the light turned on and she heard someone crying soflty. When she finally approached the half opened door she saw her mother crying and her dad holding her compassionately.

“It’s ok, we love her and she knows that! Everything will be fine! As long as she has us by her side everything will be fine!”, her dad said

“No, it’s not that easy... You don’t understand! The Wizarding World is sooo closed minded and ignorant! I had to fight for elves rights only recently in the ministry! We had to fight for blood purity only 20years ago Ron! You know I love our world but muggles are far ahead in those things! James and his friends were ridiculed when they joined Wizarding Pride in Hogsmeade! And even that only happened 5 years ago! And let’s not start thinking about the absence of laws relevant to these matters! They will make her life a living hell!”, Hermione said in pure agony still not able to hold her tears...

Ron was looking at her troubled, realizing how true everything that Hermione said was true. Memories of his, words, jokes, weird looks... Everything... The wizarding world was extremely ignorant in those matters... Even he was, before spending time traveling in the muggle world with Hermione. She was right... Things were getting a little better and that’s all thanks to new muggle-born kids entering the community, but still... Maybe for gay people sure, but not for trans... And especially not for trans kids like H.

“What are we going to do?”, he said with a sad face while his eyes were beginning to tear up.

“I trust no one here.. Believe it or not... I am going to London first thing on Monday... I’ll start making calls tomorrow morning in case we know any specialist in London already familliar with our world... If not, then I don’t care even if I am arrested for accidentally revealing myself... Right now we have no time searching if anything like that is possible the magical way... I don’t trust it... I am going back to where I am more familiar with...”, she answerded, and for the first time H saw an unfamiliar determination in her mother’s eyes... Her mother was always driven and vigorous in what she wanted to do, but this time was different. "And it's not just that... We also need to find a way even for us.. For the whole family. We need to talk to your parents, your siblings... Everyone.. This is not going to be easy you know...", she continued.

“I know. I think Rose is already there... Long before H talked... The same goes for James, too. I think the bigger part will be my parents. They will need some time but I think they will understand and accept the situation.”, Ron said and looked at Hermione with love and realisation. “But either way, we will make it! We will make it together, as we always did! And as for the laws you mentioned, that means we have a new fight ahead of us! But we will make it! Things will change no matter what! There are already people out there talking about these matters. Ideas are already been pushed forward... We will help to make the change happen!”, her dad answered equally determined.

She want back to her sister’s bed feeling sad but happy at the same time... Sad because she couldn’t understand what the problem was and because she saw for the first time her mother crying and even almost her dad; but still happy, because she felt more loved than any other day, even though they didn’t tell her anything, they didn’t even realise that she was listening to them. She laid down under her floral sheets and looked outside the window. Hugging her purple teddy bear, she peacefully fall asleep while gazzing at all the hortensias, roses and azaleas on the ledge.

The next few days were busy. Her parents were all over the place and they often called her grandparents to take care of her while away for business. At first they acted a liitle strange for some reason she could not understand... Although she was finally happy to hear them call her H and not by her birth name. After around 10 days or maybe 2 weeks, her mom told her that they would go to London together.

And so they did. She always loved going to the muggle world. Grandpa always talked about how fascinating muggles are, her mom was muggle born and even uncle Harry used to live there when he was younger. Her, James and Lily would have the best time exploring the muggle world.

She was so excited! Her mom said that they would visit a friend of her’s and have a picnic outside in the sun. She wore her favorite pink curduroy trousers which Rose gave her and her favorite little backpack, on which she had embroidered litlle lavenders with her grandma.

The day was amazing and it passed without her realizing it. They had rasberry juice and fruit salad. They discussed a lot of fascinating things and she really liked her mother’s friend. He was a doctor and he was very sweet and funny. He even gave her a little bracelet which he made with seashells that he had gathered from his travels around the mediterranean.

On the way home her mom picked some pretty flowers for her.

“Did you have a good time today?”

“Yeah! It was really nice actually! And your friend was really funny! I really liked him!”, H answered with a calm smile on her face.

“That’s really great to hear, you know. We will be seeing him in the future for quite some time, if that’s ok with you”, Hermione smiled back relieved that she made a good choice. Luna is always trustworthy in those matters.

“So, about the conversation we had earlier... Does that mean I can have a flower name too?”, H turned to her mother full of anticipation.

“Of course! This is the first thing we will take care of!”, Hermione answered happily. “You can pick any name you like, sweetheart! At any time. No rush.”, she said as she caressed her little hand lovingly.

The following September she boarded the Hogwarts Express holding hands with James and Rose. They sat side by side in the cabin with the rest of her cousins and she didn’t even realise when they had arrived. This was the first day that she met so many new people, which she loved because she got to introduce herself with her beautiful flower name.

And then, it was time for the sorting ceremony. She was quite afraid, but then she remembered what James told her last year. Besides, Weasleys nowadays were sorted all over, not ony Gryffindor, which meant that even if she was not sorted where she wanted, she would at least be with family.

“Hortensia Granger-Weasley”, the professor announced and she immediately rushed to the stool while looking at Rose, who was looking at her nearly crying of how proud she was of her little sister.

“Hah! We have the younger Granger-Weasley! Hmmm!!! The decision is quite clear, yees! I think GRYFFINDOR will learn so much from you and your bravery!”, the hat yelled and she ran straight to James’ open arms.

Years later and she eventually came to terms with her freckles. Nowadays she loves the fact that she looks like her dad, whom she objectively finds quite handsome. Nowadays she knows why she hated the freckles in the first place, and the resemblance, and the fact that everyone called her “Little Ron”.

Thanks to her parents and the new found community of people like her, which in a way started considering a second family, though, she can be the girl she is. It wasn’t without struggles, however. It took her parents’ and uncle’s power fuelled by a huge wave of protests of queer wizarding people to pass new bills. And she was lucky that her family is so influential. During the time that her mother was raging in the ministry trying to find files that she could use, she found a lot! Suggestions for equality bills, for gender recognition laws, for abolition of gender dormitories in Hogwarts, complaints of mistreatment of younger queer wizards, accusations of violence and other similar records. Nothing had passed. The wizarding community in the U.K was so conservative in those issues that had even caused individuals or even whole wizarding families to move somewhere else, more friendly and accepting of their loved ones. Even gay people of power (most of them closeted) kept their mouth shut publically so that they would not lose their influence. And that was sad to say the least, her parents thought, especially considering the impact their voice could have in the wizarding community.

The wizarding world was finally changing, but not without important losses. It took so many years but queer wizarding people could finally start to breath more freely. The fight was not over, but at least they had hope. And hope gave them strength to keep on fighting!

P.S.: The idea for a trans character in my fanfiction pieces was formed when J.K.Rowling first retweeted some problematic stuff, back in December. I wanted to right it back then, but hey.. laziness... hehe... I always wanted to implement more queer characters (Adrianne is one) but I never had clear ideas of who and how.

If you think that what i did is offensive to the source material, truly, i don’t care. If you did not like it just leave. This is not the fanfic for you. I am not here to debate trans issues with people who don’t get it. All I want is to celebrate LGBTQIA+ people, and i will be happy to discuss with queer people who have thoughts. 🦋💖

As for the whole J.K.Rowling recent story, i have this to say. The wizarding world does not belong to J.K.Rowling anymore! It belongs to everyone! The Harry Potter universe is so alive because of the fans and no one else! The fans preserve the spark with their art and fanfiction! And this is evident, since no one listens to what Rowling says anymore about the lore! The wizarding world was made quite conservative due to its author but the acceptance, inclusivity and change comes from the fans. We are the ones who wrote fanfics about gay couples and characters of colour, we are the ones that imagined ourselves in the story, not J.K. . Wizarding World is not Rowling’s anymore, it’s ours! So no matter what she says and what she believes we will continue to do what we do best! Expand the boundaries of the consrvative world she had once created and make it fully our own.

Happy Pride Month everyone

Love 💖🧡💛💚💙💜

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effortlessly-bored · 5 years

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The Bucket List - Michael Gray

Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 l Chapter 3

After her meeting with Thomas, Emma had felt particularly triumphant; so, she decided to buy herself a new pair of shoes. They were black leather with a small heel and laces. The woman at the shop had promised her that they would last in Birmingham. Emma begged her neighbour to let her use the phone to call her dad, her nerves amplifying her homesickness. It was a short but sweet conversation, mostly it was just her dad telling her how proud he was. Emma worried about her father a lot, he was different since her mother passed. Emma’s father sounded slightly rushed on the phone like he had somewhere important to be; which was unusual for him.

The rest of her evening consisted of two hours at the Garrison before Harry told her to go home and have a good night's rest before her first day. Emma made herself stew for dinner. It took her thirty minutes to pick and iron her outfit for the next day. Emma made sure everything was ready to go the next morning before she went to bed that night. She didn’t actually fall asleep till the early morning, to unsure and nervous about what the next day would hold for her with both school and Michael.

Meanwhile, Michael was a frantic mess trying to get everything ready to impress Emma the next day. As soon as she left his office he ran into Tommy’s, begging to let him borrow his cousin’s brand new Rolls Royce. After Tommy agreed, Michael ran home to try and find the perfect outfit. He knew she didn’t like his super flashy suits and he wanted to try and play it cool so he chose a more casual choice. Mickey dug through his drawers until he found his favourite tie (it was a colour that Emma had said, and he quotes, “looks super” on him). He took a quick bath and set his alarm for six the next morning, wanting to be ready for everything. Michael didn’t fall asleep till the early morning; to excited to do right by Emma and anxious to see if they could go back to what they once were to relax.

Michael was outside of Emma’s flat fifteen minutes early. He had run to the bakery before arriving, picking up some pastries for her. Emma never ate breakfast. Mickey made sure he looked okay in the side mirror of the car and checked his watch.

He only waited a few minutes before Emma came out. She had a bright smile on her face as did Michael. He recognized the dress she was wearing, it was a blue button-up on top and a navy skirt. She had a beautiful pair of brand new shoes on and half her hair was pinned up.

The first thing Emma noticed was his tie, it was a dark red and brought out his eyes. His suit was more casual and relaxed, making Emma slightly less anxious.

“I like your tie, brings out your eyes,” Emma spoke.

“Thanks, your shoes look nice,” Michael said stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Really? You don’t think they’re too manly?” They were rather masculine.

Michael scoffed, “No! They’re nice, strong, and they’ll last you. Perfect for you.”

There was a short pause. “Is this really your car?”

“Yeah, um, well… no.” Michael finally admits. “I have a car, an Aston actually, but when you said you’d never been in one before, I asked Tommy to borrow this one. He only bought it a month ago.”

Emma walked around the vehicle in pure astonishment, Michael following close behind. Michael opened the door for Emma to get in. He quickly jogged around the front of the car, hopping into the driver’s seat. “Those are for you,” Michael said, pointing to the pastries.

“You didn’t have to do that, Michael.” Emma sighed. She had a sneaking suspicion he was trying very hard to impress her; he even wore his hair her favourite way. The pastries did smell fantastic.

“Please, I know you never eat breakfast; and you need to keep your strength up for today,” Michael explained, starting the engine.

Emma begrudgingly took one, surprised he remembered so many little details about her. It was delicious.

“So, how much does your mother hate me?” Emma asked, after she finished chewing in an attempt to avoid silence.

“Michael let out a slight laugh. “I wouldn’t know, she left to visit my cousin, Ada, in London after she saw me yesterday.”

“Jesus, how many cousins do you have?”

“Ada’s the last one. You’d like her though, she’s a bit of a suffragette like you. She’s got a son, Carl; cute kid.” Michael took his eyes off the road for a second to look at Emma. She looked like joy; smiling wide, eyes bright and sparkly. Her cheeks were flushed and there was a small piece of pastry by the side of her mouth. Nevertheless, she was unabashed and visibly excited.

“Did you end up writing your mum… your adoptive one?”

“No, I haven’t been able to yet. But I looked at the photo, framed it even. The boys look great; tall and buff. They look so grown up.”

“Yeah, James grew a full foot one summer. He’s planning to on going to uni, you know? Wants to be an animal doctor.”

“What about Paul?”

“Last time I saw him he was alright. Got into some trouble at school after you left, but he’s alright now.”

Mikey gave a short grunt before the conversation went into a slough.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything, always,” Michael replied, turning a corner.

“Why do you hate George Palmroy so much? I just, I’ve been thinking about it and for the life of me I can’t remember a time when you two were civil to each other.”

“Oh, you don’t wanna know about that…”

“Yeah, I really do, Michael.”

“You sure? It was really nothing I swear.”

“Michael, if it was just nothing you wouldn’t be this defensive. Just tell me for God sakes.”

Michael sighed before he said, “Ok fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Do you remember when we were young and your grandparents came to visit and they gave you a dreidel?”

Emma almost never talked about her mother’s heritage. It wasn’t that she was ashamed, she just knew that her mother didn’t like to talk about it. Both of Emma’s grandparents on her mum’s side were Jewish, technically making Emma half. Her mother was never very devout, and when she married Emma’s father she found it was easier to just go to church instead of dealing with the judgment of people in the countryside. Emma’s Bubbe and Zayde still tried to teach her a few things before they passed away.

“Yeah, they were there for Hanukkah.”

“When you brought that dreidel into class, I remember how proud and excited you were about it. And you taught me how to play during break in the courtyard.”

“Yeah, I beat you every time.” Emma teased, smiling fondly at the memory.

“I still think you were cheating.”

“I was not! But, what does this have to do with George?”

“Well, when you went to the washroom George fucking Palmroy came over and started mouthing off to me about you being Jewish.” Michael’s knuckles turned white around the steering wheel as he spoke. “God, I’m so happy you never heard any of it, some of the things he said were just so vile, Em. I kicked the shit out of him for that, wanted to do it every time I saw him since them.” Emma had heard Michael like this before, tense, violent and angry. It usually didn’t last long.

"Thank you,” she squeaked out as Michael composed himself.

Less than a minute later, the Rolls Royce was parked outside ivy-covered gate. It was the first bit of greenery Emma had seen since she moved. Dozens of students were making their way in through the gates, all with a similar air of anxiousness.

It was a weird moment for Michael because he could remember wanting nothing more than being one of those students with Emma. He had imagined them walking through those gates together a million times, and now she was going alone.

Emma was almost wishing he could come with her. The university was feeling more and more daunting by the minute.

“I brought my camera,” Michael said. “ I thought I could take a photo for you to send to your dad.”

“Really? That’s so thoughtful, thank you, Michael.”

“S’no problem.” He mumbled, grabbing the camera from the back seat.

Emma got out of the car, praying that her legs would stop shaking. Michael took a snapshot of her smiling in front of the main gate. He was absolutely sure it would be a beautiful photo.

“What time is your last class?”

“Um, it ends at half-past two.”

“I’ll meet you here then, yeah?”

“Oh, Michael I couldn’t trouble you like that.”

“It’s really no problem, I’ll just take you to the Garrison after.”

“Ok, but promise to figure out how to get here on my own tomorrow. I feel like such a burden.”

“Emma, you have never been and will never be a burden; trust me on that.” Michael answered. “Alright, well I better get going. You’re going to do great today.”

Emma quickly enveloped Michael in a hug, hanging on for dear life. It was the same as every hug they had before, Michael putting his arms around her and Emma resting her head on his shoulder. He rubbed her back gently, trying to calm down the nerves he knew she was having. A small tear went down her cheek.

“Just remember, if anyone tries to fuck with you just tell them you’re part of the Peaky Blinders, yeah?” He whispered in her ear.

Emma let out a small laugh, wiping her tears. “I don’t think telling people I’m part of a gang will get me a lot of friends.”

“Fuck these posh pricks, you have all the friends you need in Small Heath. You’re going to do great, Em, I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Michael,” Emma said, waving goodbye as she walked into the school.

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder imagine #Peaky Blinders #michael gray #Michael Shelby #michael gray imagine

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fanfics4all · 6 years

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Let’s get more Personal!

are you under 18? Nope

do you have siblings?, if yes how many? Yep, one!

can you art? I think I can (I can post something I’ve done if you guys want to see)

can you sing? Nah

can you act? I guess so?

turn ons? Funny, Dom, Not really sure what else to say tbh lol

turn offs? People that are dicks!

top 5 favorite bands? Oof this is hard, right now I guess Set It Off, 3OH!3, Get Scared, My Chemical Romance, and Gorillaz

top five favorite singers? Sabrina Carpenter, Machine Gun Kelly, Jonathan Young, Todrick Hall, and Avril Lavigne

least favorite singers? Meghan Trainor, Sia, Taylor Swift, and Demi Lavato. Those are only a few I could think of.

fave artists? Vincent Van Gogh, Leonardo Da Vinci, Tim Burton, I honestly can’t think of that many right now.

favorite actors? Again I have a few but number one is and always will be Matthew Gray Gubler. Others are Jordan Connor, Richard Harmon, Colton Haynes, Corey Fogelmanis, Rob Raco, Skeet Ulrich, Chandler Riggs, Ross Lynch, Grant Gustin, Mark Sheppard, Cassey Cott, Tom Felton, Evan Peters, Christian Kane, and that’s all I can think of right now.

favorite actresses? Emily Bett Rickards, Ruby Rose, Vanessa Morgan, Dove Cameron, Lilli Reinhart, Kat Dennings, Madelaine Petsch, Madchen Amick, Um I know there’s more but I can’t think of them :(

how may fandoms are you in? Oof too many probably lol

top 5 fandoms? Riverdale, The 100, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, and Batman I guess lol

on a scale from 1 to 10, how dramatic are you? Depends on the situation but normally like a 3 probably

can you cook? Oh my god! I love cooking! So yes

a random fact about about you? Um I can sculpt and do SFX makeup!

how many places have you been? Not many, like 7 or 8 states and never out of the country

top 6 shows? The 100, Riverdale, Criminal Minds, Arrow, American Horror Story, and White Collar (I watch way more though)

fave movie franchises? Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean, Star Wars, Batman (Mainly 1966), Thor, Captain America, DeadPool, Um that’s all I can think of

Disney or Dreamworks? Both but mainly Disney

top 3 childhood shows? Cyberchase, Zoboomafoo, and Bear in the Big Blue House (Going really little childhood shows)

how many schools have you been to? Four so far

somewhere you want to go one day? England, France, Ireland, Russia, and Canada. Probably more but those are the main ones.

straight or nah? Nah

LGBTQ+ supporter? Well I’m Bi so yeah

favorite school subject? Math and Art

least favorite school subject? Gym, is that a subject?

Food? Yes?

books or Tv? T.V. but I do like reading it just takes me awhile because I have astigmatism and they unfocus a lot so it makes it hard to focus on reading.

Spotify or Pandora? Spotify

what are you listening to right now? Youtube videos!

whats the weather like rn? Hot and a little cloudy

are you reading anything at the moment? After You by JoJo Moyes (The second book to Me Before You)

any family problems you feel comfortable talking about? Oh god, my family is a mess. My dad was an abusive asshole and my mom is an alcoholic (My parents are divorced and my little brother lives with my dad while I live with my mom, I still see my dad and brother but very rarely)

how do you feel right now? Pretty depressed tbh lol

thoughts on trees? Trees are rad, I live climbing them but I’m scared of heights so it’s a fun time lol

something stupid you did once? Smoked too much weed and got stupid high

something random in your backyard? We rent so don’t really have a backyard anymore :(

funny childhood story? One time my brother when he was little he decided to take a nap somewhere and we couldn’t find him ANYWHERE, we were yelling and looking everywhere but we couldn’t find him. We tried to lure him out with marshmallows but that didn’t work and this was going on hours. So we called the cops they came they couldn’t find him anywhere and we were freaking out but then he just walked out and took the bag of marshmallows and to this day we have no idea where he was because he wouldn’t tell us. It was kinda freaky at the time but now we look back at it and laugh.

3 random stories about stuff that you’ve done in your neighborhood? I’ve moved a few times so we’ll go with 3 different neighborhoods. 1. We were living with my grandparents (Mom’s side) and there’s a lot of ducks and we were feeding them so I went to feed one by hand and that’s how I learned ducks have teeth. 2. We were living with my other grandparents (Dad’s side) and they had a frog garden thing that made noise, we were walking up the driveway, they didn’t tell us they got a new one and that it made noise. Me and my dad walked past it and it croaked at us, scared the fuck out of me and I ran away. There were potholes in the driveway and I tripped and cut my knee up so bad. 3. Um my friend lived on a dead end around my block and I would walk over to his place a lot (I was like 8 maybe older) and we road scooters a lot, he could do tricks and he wanted to teach me, I failed horrible cut up my knees and hands and face and scratched up my glasses so bad I couldn’t use them.

top 5 musicals? Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, Peter Pan (1960), Rocky Horror Picture Show, Hairspray, and Anastasia

musical fandoms you want to know more about? Any really

any instruments you play? No, I played the clarinet in elementary school and broke it haha

do you and your friends ever roleplay or have given each other character names? Does playing a dating sim with a friend count?

favorite comeback? No you

do you have a phone? Yes

have you ever written a story? Oh yeah

O.c.’s? I have a few

S.O.? Ummm it’s complicated

favorite stores? Hot topic, Spencers, um I don’t know, I don’t go shopping much.

are you still in school? No but I’m going back soon (hopefully)

markers or colored pencils? Both but mainly colored pencils!

memes or gifs? Um both!

oil or chalk pastels? Both!

Height? 5’2

Painting? Omg yes, I’ve done some myself, I’m working on one rn and I have one finished (I can post it if you guys want!)

can you give a description of yourself? Short, kinda overweight, colorful hair (changes a lot), kinda big black glasses, hazel eyes, um that’s all I can think of.

description of your personality? A child mixed with a grandma

will you ever reveal your face( if you haven’t yet)? Sure

Anime? Oh heck yes

favorite animes? Owari No Seraph, Future Diary, Diabolik Lovers, Death Note, Tokyo Ghoul, Your Lie in April, Black Butler, Guilty Crown, Shiki, Death Parade, and more but those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head.

K-pop? Yeah!

Ships??? Falice 100%, Bellarke, idk I can’t think of any others right now

ships you dislike? None really unless it’s weird and underage.

Children? I want children so bad!

do you have a library? I personally don’t

winter or summer? Winter

spring or fall? Fall

sun or snow? Snow

long or short hair? Short

ice cream or sherbert? Both

rain or bright sunlight? Rain

clouds & wind or heat & humidity? Clouds and Wind

pool or beach? Pool

how innocent are you? Not very tbh

cake or cupcakes? Both

chocolate or vanilla? Both, but depends

something sneaky you’ve done with your friends lately? Smoke weed I guess?

favorite colors? Black and Red

favorite animal(s)? Red panda, Panda, Husky, Pigs (I had one as a pet) Hedgehogs (Also had one as a pet)

skiing or sledding? Sledding

have you ever ridden a horse? Yeah, my cousin owns two horses so I’ve gone riding with her before

have you ever ridden a train? Yeah but I have a fear of them

have you ever been on an airplane? Yes (Not scared of flying like at all)

Nature? Nature is rad

inside or outside? Inside in the summer/spring but outside in fall/winter

introvert or extrovert? Introvert, I’m so shy

rules/ laws? Um both I guess?

how many friends do you have? A bunch but a small close circle

pants/ shorts or skirts? All three but mainly pants and shorts

Dresses? If they’re weird

video games? Oh yes, I love video games

fave holiday? Halloween

least favorite holiday? Christmas and 4th of July

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islareeveswriting · 6 years

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I thought travelling down to the White House in summer was bad. Turns out, travelling down in snow was much worse. I’d never been so happy to see that driveway, ever. I was so tense I practically needed someone to pull my fingers, one by one, from the steering wheel. Apparently snow fell and people on the roads forgot how to drive, or the importance of indicators, or how roundabouts worked. If I was an angry person I’d probably have been fuming. I mean, I was pretty riled up by the time I finally stopped the car and took what felt like the first breath in hours.

It was the twenty eighth of December and the White House was, well, white. I’d never seen it in the snow. Even after spending near on every Christmas there, it had never snowed. I suppose being close to the coast made it near impossible. However, this year it had got cold enough to coat the beach-side house in a blanket of soft white powder. It looked pretty and the perfect picture of Christmas, especially with the lights that had been hung in the windows as always.

I hadn’t seen the house since summer, and it was like looking at a completely different place when it was iced in snow. I thought I’d feel anxious when I saw it again, the memories of summer flooding back, but maybe it was good it looked so different, because the memories didn’t even seem to come near to the surface. I just smiled, looking at it, and it’s Christmas Card-esque perfection.

As I knew would be the case, it hadn’t taken long for Jen and I to fix things. I’d ignored her calls and messages for two days after leaving, but eventually she called the house. She knew me well enough. She knew I wouldn’t have told my dad what had happened, and wouldn’t want to either, and so when he came into my room and handed me the phone, telling me it was Jen, she knew I’d have to take the call. The first five minutes of it had been Jen, begging me for forgiveness, trying to explain herself, apologising like it was all she knew how to do. I forgave her easily, I always did, but I didn’t regret it. There was no point holding a grudge.

Harry was a different story though. He hadn’t attempted to call, he hadn’t even texted, so I forgot about him, pretended like he didn’t exist. It worked. Eventually I didn’t avoid Jen’s instagram posts in case I saw him, because when I did, I didn’t feel anything anymore. He became just one of her cute friends, he didn’t mean anything to me eventually. At first it stabbed a little to know I could have let him come to mean a whole lot based on the way things had been going. But then I figured it just wasn’t meant to be that way, and that’s the way it was.

A lot had changed since summer. I’d grown up a lot and figured things out a bit more. I’d learned that if people wanted to be in your life they’d make the effort to be there, for all Jen’s faults she did make the effort. Harry didn’t make the effort, so I just didn’t pay him any mind. He was just a blip. I quite liked it that way, and planned to keep like that.

It was late evening, and the sun had long since vanished, the sky navy blue and perfectly clear, glittering with stars. It all felt very cosy as I pulled my red ski jacket on, pulling the hood up over my head to cocoon as much warmth as I could before stepping out into the arctic conditions outside. The promise of central heating beyond that heavy, wreath decorated, door was just enough to coax me from the warm bubble inside my car.

Even the snow boots I had on didn’t help as I stepped out of the car and sunk into the snow underneath me. A couple of months at a ski resort in Italy had prepared me for the cold, although it appeared I was growing complacent as the snow filled up the boots that I hadn’t tied back up after pulling them on as my plane landed at Gatwick. I’d pulled my hood up to cover my hair from snow that was no longer falling, but hadn’t thought to tie my boots to protect my feet from the snow that had fallen. Typical Andie. Despite it all, some things never changed it seemed.

My legs froze and I winced against it, numb in the snow for a second before hot footing it to the boot of my car to grab my bag. Pretty much my whole life was in that bag in the boot. The only clothes and shoes I’d worn for nearly two months, two weeks worth of underwear that had seen the laundry room of the complex too many times (I should have taken more), a bit of makeup, a hair brush and pair of straighteners. I’d left a lot of wash things in the bathroom of my shared apartment, deciding my bag was full enough and knowing Jen would have supplies in the guest bathroom at the house. I’d lived over two months in a foreign country with the contents of that bag, I could cope two weeks at my cousins second home with the minimal amount of stuff.

The rusty boot door hadn’t stuck in a long time. In fact the old girl had been doing quite well as of late, sat doing absolutely bugger all on my grandparents driveway in Crawley. It seemed poetic that it would stick now as I slowly froze from the outside in, desperate for the bag inside of it, as if the car was mad at me for leaving it alone and unloved for a while. Eventually I gave up with a growl and a huff, deciding my icy limbs needed warmth more than I needed the bag, and ran as best as I could, considering my numb toes and the snow, to the door.

It felt weird to be at the house at Christmastime without my dad. It felt weird knowing the only relatives inside were my cousins, even Auntie Ellie and Uncle Rich wouldn't be there. Christmas at the White House had always been a family affair, for as long as I could remember. But I guess we were all grown up now, and it wasn’t just me that had changed. Things had changed, just things in general. Traditions included.

As I could have expected, the door was unlocked, that was something I was sure would never change. I could put a fairly safe bet on the lecture Jen and Ollie would have received from Uncle Rich about locking it at night and a similar one on the door still going unlocked when everyone crept up to bed. I chuckled to myself as I pushed the door open slowly and quietly, trying to keep to plan as long as possible.

Jen didn’t know I was arriving. As far as she knew I was in Italy until after New Year. Ollie knew differently and between us, we’d decided it would be fun to surprise her. And so there I was, creeping into the house like I was an unexpected stranger. I was unexpected, but I was far from a stranger to these walls. They knew be better than I’d probably known myself at some points in my life. I didn’t think that was the case now though. For the first time, probably ever, I felt completely comfortable with myself and who I was, it was a good feeling and one I was determined not to let go of now I had it.

A loud chorus of laughter hit me as I stepped into the house and closed the door quietly behind me. I smiled to myself at the sound of it, echoing down the hallway, booming happiness. There was a pile of boots of mixed appropriateness by the radiator drying, I assumed, after fun in the snow. I saw Jen’s straight away, the black and coral snow boots she’d got, and boasted about, years ago before a school ski trip. They looked far tattier now and nowhere near as crisp as the white ones I was wearing.

I didn’t take them of as I crept towards the closed kitchen door, the hood of my coat was still up as well, keeping my head encased, my hair pouring out from underneath it in the curls I’d set into it the morning before my flight. They were holding up pretty well considering the journey I’d done since.

For some reason I felt anxious as I got to the door and reached to push it open with the palm of my hand. I had to stop for a second and shake it out, take a deep breath. That’s not you anymore Andie. I had to remind myself, pushing the door gently.

The scene on the other side was as amusing as the laughter would suggest. A boy I didn’t know was stood on a chair, bent over the back of it, arse in the air, clothed thank god. The gang of Jen and Ollie’s guests all still chuckling and facing the boy, away from me. The job at hand kept them all distracted from my entrance, so I made myself known.

“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times to-”

“Lock that bloody door.” Jen beamed as she turned in her chair, jaw dropped and eyes wide, to see me. At first it took her a second to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her, but once that passed she bounced from her seat and gallopped towards me, arms wide. I laughed, closing the gap between her and letting the door slip from my hands and shut again behind me. She bounced off her feet to wrap her legs around me as I laughed holding her up around my waist, her petite frame making it as easy as ever to do. “You’re not meant to be here.”

“Oh thanks I’ll go then.” I mumbled with a chuckle, putting her back down but neither of us wanting to step out of the hug yet.

“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant.” Jen backtracked quickly, unlacing her arms from my neck and stepping back to look at me. “I just-YOUR HAIR!?!” I laughed again, nodding, having known it wouldn’t take long for her to question why my hair was now closer to white than its normal ebony. “What? Who? Ok you’ve got some explaining to do.”

“Later.” I brushed off, that could wait, it wasn’t important, none of it, my hair least of all, but how or why I was there didn’t matter to me either. I was there, that was all. I looked over to the table, I noticed him when I walked in, but chose to ignore that I had, but he caught my eye again, green eyes as piercing as ever, face just as chiseled, but his hair was longer and curlier than when I’d known him. I flicked my eyes from Harry to Ollie who was just sat in his chair, beaming at Jen and I. “You gonna come say hi or...?” I grinned at him and it was all Ollie needed to follow Jen’s lead and bound over to me for a hug.

Over Ollie’s shoulder I looked to the table again. I didn’t need to look to know his eyes were on me, I could feel them the same way you can feel a stranger's eyes on you as you walk home at night, but I looked anyway. Maybe to prove myself right, maybe because I wanted to see those green eyes lingering on me the way they had a few months ago. Feelings rushed back as our eyes locked, for me at least. It send me into an internal whirlwind, but I quickly forced a smile back onto my face and pushed that aside. Harry Styles would not get in the way of me having a cracking New Year with my cousins, not for all the lingering glances in the world.

“How was the flight?” Ollie beamed, pushing me back from the hug and looking me over the way a parent might do. “And the drive, grandma messaged me on facebook to say you’d left.”

“Wait? Sorry, you knew?” Jen asked, stepping in and looking between the two of us confused.

“You didn’t really think I’d have been able to keep it a secret from you by myself?” I laughed, because obviously. Jen and I still didn’t keep secrets, and it had been like hell keeping this from her, but being able to share the excitement with Ollie had made it easier. Jen just rolled her eyes at me and began giving Ollie the evils. “Oh don’t look at him like that, it was my idea.” I smiled, finally pulling my hood down now I was getting warmer. It was enough to distract her from the faux-frustration at me and Ollie and Jen stood between her brother and I, holding my hair in her fingers and letting it fall limply through them.

“It looks amazing, when did you get it done?” Jen asked, not looking up from my blonde locks.

“A while ago, in between uni and Italy.” I told her, thinking back to the time when I decided I needed a change and started with my hair.

“So that’s why you couldn’t facetime?” I laughed as she jested, winking at me as I shook my head. “I love it.”

“Thanks.” I smiled. Jen sighed and dropped my hair, just staring at me with a smile for a few seconds. “So come on, enough of the family reunion, what’s happening with the guy on the chair?” I grinned, turning to the table and taking steps closer.

“Charades.” Jen giggled following a step behind me. “Ben on the chair, that’s Dan, and you know Ryan, Finn and Harry from summer?” I nodded, smiling at each of them, even Harry, though he didn’t smile back, clearly more taken back by my arrival then Jen had been. Something bitter inside me like that and fed on it a little. “Sweet, grab yourself a drink, you can be on our team.” Jen clapped, resuming her seat next to Ryan. I flinched a little as he pressed a kiss to her temple and wrapped an arm around her. Then I remembered, that was a thing now, and it didn’t take a second to realise how happy she was for it. Of course I’d been told, and subconsciously I knew, it was just in that kitchen-diner, it felt like it could be summer looking at that group of people again.

It wasn’t I had to remember that.

Harry didn’t know Andie was coming. If he had, maybe his heart wouldn’t have jumped from his chest to his throat when he saw her stood in the doorway of the kitchen, looking like something from a ski holiday catalogue. He nearly choked on the beer he was working his way through. He quickly took another mouthful though when he felt Finn’s eyes on him, Andie in Jen’s arms and not even glancing his way.

Eventually Andie looked at him though, and Harry felt his breath hitch in his throat when she did. He couldn’t smile, fuck, he could hardly even breathe. He’d been told he’d never see her again and he’d resigned himself to that fate. So when she walked into the kitchen like a breath of fresh air, completely different, but still entirely the same as the girl he remembered, it was a little more than a shock. Nothing could have prepared him for seeing her, but even more than that, for how quickly and easily those feelings came flooding back.

He wanted to kick himself. She barely looked at him again, she offered him a smile he couldn’t return, but that was it, attention drawn elsewhere. Harry, though, couldn’t stop looking at her. As she walked to the fridge to grab a drink his eyes lingered in places they shouldn’t, hypnotised by the swing of her hips. She was different, womanly and carrying a worldly air that endeared him the way she’d originally done but also had him feeling like a lustful teenager.

It was hateful, the way he was feeling. Harry knew he had no right to those feelings, he’d given those up when he let her walk away without a fight, in fact he’d given that up way before that. When he lied to her, took her innocence and set in on fire with the things he chose to keep secret. Nonetheless, urges were burning inside him, the urge to say hello, the urge to take her out of the room and whisper all the things he’d been dying to say in August, the urge to kiss like it was the first and last time he ever would.

Harry hated the way she seemed so unaffected, taking a sip of her beer and sauntering back to the table like she was perfectly at home in the company of every person sat around the table. Harry watched out of the corner of his as she took the empty seat beside Jen, tucking one leg up underneath her and leaning forward on her elbows over the table. Harry had noticed the way her lighter hair made her skin look even more golden than normal, and the way her eyes sung louder than he remembered. He noticed all the details he’d remembered near perfectly, and also the new ones too.

The game of charades carried on. It had been fun before, but with Andie in the room it frustrated Harry, all he could see it as now she was there was something keeping him from talking to her. He wasn’t even really sure he would talk to her. What was he meant to say? Sorry? Even he knew it was too late for it to be that simple, if it could have ever even been that simple in the first place.

Nothing about his and Andie’s relationship, if he could even call it that, had been simple, but the ending least of all, and this unprecedented continuation even less than before. Harry thought it was done with. Harry thought, despite how frequently he thought he saw her walking down the street only to realise it wasn’t her, and

then wish it had been, despite how easy it was for his mind to slip back to her and forget how far gone ‘they’ were, despite how his feelings had never really ebbed properly, it was done. Dead and buried.

But, sat around the table with her then, he thought maybe there was life to be had from it yet. Harry saw her, making eyes, glancing at him. She couldn’t help it as much as he couldn’t. He got a kick out of that, but she looked away easier and got lost in the game again quicker. His eyes lingered on her. His mind fixated on the rounding of her cheeks as she laughed and the way only one her cheeks dimpled.

Fuck she looks happy. So happy. Happier than she did before. Stronger, wiser, braver, better. Nothing about her looked worse off. He was sure that wasn’t the case for him.

Girls hadn’t stopped coming back to his room for even a week. That was Harry at uni, a ladies man, a player, his reputation preceded him and ruined good things regardless of whether it was true or not, so he might as well start playing up to it, he figured. It wasn’t hard. Girls had always been interested, he’d just not played on the interest much before. It was a coping method, or at least he told himself it was. As if that made it better.

Andie wasn’t the only one heartbroken at the end of summer. Harry had never known a feeling like it. He felt like something important, something dear and meaningful had been ripped from him before he’d really gotten a chance to even know what it was. Those few days felt like a bubble at the time and they did the same as he thought back on them afterwards. It felt like a different world and a different life. It felt like longer than a few weeks.

Harry had never had a serious relationship. He’d had girlfriends and he’d had girls, but what he and Andie had, had felt like more than any of those, in every way. Jen had told him he was ridiculous when he told her how much it hurt, drunk on the steps of their uni house one night. She laughed and told him Andie was well into moving on. She giggled, kissed his cheek, and told him to stop being so melodramatic about a summer fling. And then he realised that’s all it was to her, to Andie. A stupid summer fling. Maybe viewing it like that made it easier to just pretend that’s what it was, because they both knew it wasn’t.

And the way all those feelings came pouring back into him, filling him up from toe to tip, made him sure it hadn’t been just a stupid summer fling.

“Right then Andie your go.” Jen smiled, reaching out and tapping Andie’s arms. Harry watched her throat contract as she took a final mouthful of beer and stood up from the table. She had a black, skin tight, turtleneck, long sleeved, top on. It covered every inch of her upper body and it was tucked into black skinny jeans, but Harry was admiring every curve the clothes showed off. He couldn’t help it. He’d missed raking his eyes over her and so he just let them, fall all the way down her and reach all the way back up as she walked around the table.

Harry had always fancied her, he fancied her from the minute he saw her. She was gorgeous, and then she was fun, and sweet, and caring, and endearing and all the good things. It turned out he still fancied her completely and she had him a little flustered as she bent to the floor to pick a piece of paper from the hat. There was something more to her now though, in the way she carried herself, the confidence she seemed to own now, only enhancing those feelings in Harry.

“Oh fuck ok.” She giggled, and Harry couldn’t help but smile as she did. He took a swig of his beer, hoping it would cool the fire inside him, it didn’t, he knew it wouldn’t, alcohol only made those sort of feelings more intense. Maybe he needed that though, if they were intense enough maybe he would talk to her. “Right.” Andie cleared her throat and Harry looked to her face, a soft, childish smile on her face. His tongue swiped out against his lips wetting them, and tucking his lips into his mouth as he did so, holding them there as he watched her, the tip of his tongue just visible.

Andie’s eyes fell on him and he just stared back, watching her cheeks redden for a second before she looked away and started on her charade. Harry knew what it was. Suddenly there was no doubt in his mind what was written on her piece of paper. Dirty Dancing. The film that had played in the background as they slept with each other for the first and only time.

Harry swallowed as she held up two fingers. The whole of their team shouted second word, Harry barely mumbled it. He wanted her to know he knew. He wanted her to know he’d worked it out the second he saw that look in her eyes. Harry watched as she moved her feet and began to plie like a ballerina.

“Dancing.” Harry called, and Andie shot her eyes to him. She nodded, a soft grin on her face, but her nostrils were flared. Did she know he knew, Harry wondered. Jen laughed behind him as Andie held one finger for the first word up. Harry didn’t even let her move before he called out. “Dirty dancing!” He shouted, trying to act excited like he’d worked it out on his own, like the look in her eyes that took him straight back to those moments hovering above her, holding her eyes as he thrust himself into her, hadn’t give him the answer.

“The fuck man?” Finn laughed behind him grabbing his shoulder and shaking. Harry offered the fakest chuckle and shrugged. Harry could feel Jen’s silence pointing at him, telling him to stop, telling him leave those feelings, that she knew still existed inside him, well alone.

“Are you two cheating?” Ben accused, shooting daggers between Andie and Harry. There was a jesting tone in his voice, but still Harry didn’t like his tone.

“No we are not!” Andy scalded, scrunching the paper in her fingers and placing it on the table with all the others.

“I just knew.” Harry shrugged nonchalantly for everyone else's benefit, but caught Andie’s eyes, making sure she knew that he did indeed ‘just know’. Harry watched as her eyes dropped to the table and grabbed the torn piece of paper back in her fingers to fiddle with it, swallowing down on nothing as she lingered at the end of the table beside Ollie.

“Well I think you’re cheating, so grab me another beer and we can forget it.” Harry’s eyes were on Andie for long enough to see the way she recoiled with the tone in Ben’s voice as his words dripped from his mouth. Harry moved his gaze to Ben, he was swinging back on his chair and tilting his head to get the best angle as he looked Andie up and down like she was up for sale and he was inspecting the goods before he made a bet. It got under Harry’s skin, apart from the fact it was wildly inappropriate and out of line, he couldn’t ignore the tinge of something along the lines of jealousy. Harry didn’t want anyone looking at Andie like that.

“Oi, mate, don’t talk to her like that.” Harry instructed, a little aggressively, admittedly. Maybe he should have bitten his tongue, it wasn’t his place, he knew that from the look he caught Andie shoot him out of the corner of his eye, but he didn’t care.

“I was only joking mate, calm down.” Ben laughed, but no one else did, and Ollie even turned in his seat to glare at his best friend sat next to him like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“I don’t care, don’t to talk to people that way.” Harry stuttered over the words, he wanted to say Andie, he wanted to say her, but he knew that really wasn’t the right thing to do. Jen could see the unsquashable feeling inside him, he didn’t want anyone else clueing on though.

“Right, sorry.” Ben mumbled, rolling his eyes, clearly not caring at all for Harry’s warning, but also not wanting to make anything out of it.

“Well mines empty, does anyone want another one while I’m up?” Andie offered smiling down at Ben who chuckled and nodded. Harry didn’t know if she was trying to deflate the atmosphere or winding him up on purpose, but if it was the latter it was having the desired effect. Harry’s nostrils flared instinctively as he rolled his lips together, watching her walk to the fridge with Ben’s empty bottle between her fingers.

Harry finished what was left in his own bottle in one gulp, before pushing his chair back, the legs scraping along the floor and drawing attention to him from every angle. He simply didn’t care any longer though. All he could see was Andy, half hidden by the fridge door, backside rounding even more as she bent to see into it to hunt for drinks. Harry didn’t even really feel Jen’s hand on his arm, trying to hold him away, as he walked around the table towards the kitchen area and Andie.

“Don’t do that please?” Harry growled quietly, entirely under his breath, hanging around the fridge door as Andie rifled in it for more beer. Conversation had started up behind them, blurring out their interaction from the others.

“What?” Andie asked, sounding bored and fed up, glancing behind her to Harry quickly before reaching into the fridge for two bottles of beer.

“Please, don’t flirt with him in front of me like that, it’s killing me.” Harry explained, his voice less harsh but just as quiet. Andie crashed her brow and shook her head at him, sighing loudly, assumedly just in case he wasn’t sure how little she was enjoying being cornered by him.

“I’d hardly call offering him a beer after you bit his head of flirting.” Andie hissed, her face coiling in disgust. “And hang on, wait, quite frankly, fuck you, I’ll flirt with who I like infront of who I like, it’s got jack shit to do with anyone else, but least of all you.” Andie pointed out, stabbing her index finger towards him, letting it uncurl from one of the bottles. Harry sunk in on himself, he knew that was justified, but still he couldn’t see her like that with someone. He hadn’t expected it to twist him the way it did, he hadn’t even expected to have to see it, but he was seeing it and it did hurt.

“Please Andie, you know what you’re doing to me, I know you do, please don’t.” Harry begged, whispering and watching her every move as she put the beers on the side and reached for the bottle opener that had been discarded on the worktop by whoever last opened a beer. Her top untucked from her jeans as she reached across revealing the perfectly even tanned curve of her hip. Harry cursed the heavens, looking up them, wondering why the world seemed to be working against him in trying to not want her.

“Whatever Harry, do you want a beer or not?” Andie groaned, replacing her feet on the floor, fixing her top quickly, looking up at him.

“Please.” Harry sighed, watching as she again ducked into the fridge to grab another beer. “Sorry.” He breathed, eyes flicking over the curve of her spine before she rose again and they found her eyes, his hand rising to take the bottle of beer from her.

“Just…” Andie sighed, dropping his eyes as she decided on her words. “Leave me alone please.” Harry nodded as Andie pushed passed him, grabbing the two bottles she’d already opened and walked away from him. All he could do was watch as she did so and regret every move he made from the moment he decided not to tell her he and Jen had told people they’d slept together.

God, he annoyed me. I remembered how that assuming manner he had, had made me giggle like a schoolgirl a few months ago, now it riled me. I hated the way he spoke to me like he had the right to say those things. I mean sure he had the right, but surely anyone with a shred of decency would have thought better of it, all things considered. But then, I suppose, if he had a shred of decency there wouldn’t have been an issue in the first place.

I often wondered, when it was fresh, if I’d have still continued with Harry the way I did if I’d known about him and Jen. The honest truth, I didn’t know. It sort of grossed me out and made me feel uncomfortable, but the way he was with me back then, the way he made me feel, would have probably been enough to make me see past it. I mean it wasn’t exactly the end of the world. It only got like that because he decided to keep it from me and I let him be my first time. Of all the things I could have regretted, that’s what I would have regretted most of all. I could never get that back, and more than I hated him, I hated that he had that part of me and I couldn’t get it back to give to someone else who cared enough not to lie to me. But when it came to it, I didn’t regret any of it.

Honestly, it was killing me too. Having him there, having to look at him, having to see that smile and the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed. Fuck him for being so endearing, always so endearing. He was easy to stare at. He was one of those people you lost yourself in, even from the other end of a table, and forgot you were staring. My eyes felt glued to him as he sat back down in his seat and didn’t even look to me out of the corner of his eye to check if I was looking.

It made it hard to pretend I didn’t care. That killed as well, probably more than having him there. Pretending he didn’t affect me, pretending I didn’t still care about him. I knew I shouldn’t give a shit about him, but I did. I was happy he looked good. God he looked good. He always had, but he looked better now than he did before. It was obvious he’d been hitting the gym harder than before, he’d bulked up, reasonably so, but also very clearly so. His long, ringletted hair, suited him and the ink that seemed to have been added to since the summer. It made it even harder again when he looked like that so casually.

“So Andie, the ski season how was it?” Eyes turned to me and mine went wide, a cornered deer, suddenly under the spotlight, and completely clueless. I looked to Ollie, I knew it was him that had asked and he was looking at me expectantly.

“Good, exhausting.” I laughed quickly, hoping the way I’d been looking at Harry had gone unnoticed by everyone, but maybe not by the man himself. A part of me hoped he’d seen me looking at him the way I knew I had been. “But good fun, very good fun.”

“Yes Uncle Paul suggested you might be having a lot of fun with a certain instructor.” Jen giggled, laying her head on the table and trying to look innocent, though the smile on her face and devilish glint in her eyes were anything but.

“And what makes you think if there way anything going on with any ski instructor I would tell me dad Jennifer?”

“He called it parents intuition.”

“I call it bullshit.” I grinned sarcastically lowering myself to her level. “No time for anything like that, I had a ski school to run.”

“Still can’t believe you managed to blag that.” Jen grumbled sitting back up and pouting. “You sure you weren’t screwing the instructor?”

“Jen!” Ollie cried as my cheeks reddened with her blunt, to the point question. “Even if she was I don’t want to know, have that conversation later.” I flicked my eyes to Harry. If he couldn’t bare me flirting a little I had to know how he felt about this conversation. His eyes were on his beer bottle, tearing at the label as the conversation continued. I recognised the way his jaw clenched to a rhythm only he knew, and the way his lips rolled into his mouth like he was thinking. He was hating it.

“Well she’s a shit skier, she must have done something.” Jen argued, offended by Ollie calling her out.

“Jealous is an ugly look Jen, even on you.” I told her, flicking my eyes to Harry as I said it. He raised his eyes to me glancing at me through thick dark lashes, and swallowing. Because yes, I was talking to him too, because yes it was an ugly look, even on him. I saw how hurt he looked and it snapped a little piece of me. Suddenly, and far too quickly, I didn’t feel strong and ok anymore. “I should go grab my bag.” I rushed quickly, scraping my chair back from the table and moving away.

“I’ll give you a hand.” I looked over my shoulder to see Ben moving to get up and follow me, but I shook my head and turned.

“No, no, no thank you.” Of all the people sat around the table, he was the last one I wanted following me out. His face fell and I couldn’t have cared less as he watched me with sad puppy eyes and a pouty bottom lip, that only made me more sure I didn’t want him coming with me, turn back out of the kitchen, grabbing my coat from the door handle as I went. I hadn’t taken my boots off yet, and I was glad for that as I walked quickly out of the house, pulling my coat back over my arms and lifting the hood again. On the exterior I looked exactly as i did when I’d arrived, but on the inside, I felt very different.

Looking back, it seemed weird. Something had subconsciously made me think of him as I’d pulled up into the driveway and it was more than the memories of the last time I’d been at the house. It was dull, and barely even there, but something had made me wonder what he was up to, how he was doing. I’d chosen not to pay it any mind and brushed straight over it, but now it felt like the world was begging me to pay it more than just my mind. I’d brushed it off as simple curiosity, now it felt like my mind had been warning me to have him waltz back in and stir up things I thought had long since disappeared.

I didn’t make it to my car, instead I just slumped on the step of the porch and cuddled myself, looking out at the black night and the white ground. It looked like someone had laid the fluffiest, softest duvet out around the place. It was tempting to go and lie in it, but drunken snow angels had taught me that just ended in being wet, cold and miserable, so I kept to my dry seat.

My mind quietened with stillness of the cold night and rested my chin on my knees glumly. It felt like nothing now I’d taken myself away. The thing inside me that had snapped felt like it had glued itself back together and I felt like moving out of there so fast was an overreaction to something that was actually nothing. My mind felt blank and I couldn’t even seem to remember how I’d felt in the kitchen five minutes previous. I felt daft and deflated.

If I could feel as sane in his presence it would be fine, but I knew I couldn’t. He still had all that power over me, he could still make me weak at the knees and stupid for him, this time he wasn’t even trying. In the summer he seemed to try so hard to get me on side, and I’d fallen for it. Fast forward six months and I was falling for the complete opposite.

I growled at myself frustrated. I’d seen him, sat at the table and promised myself I could be chill, he didn’t affect me, he wouldn’t affect me. But he did and he would, even if he didn’t know it. He looked so different but he was the same boy. The same boy that showed me how to feel braver and wiser and the same boy that let me begin to fall for him and then pulled the carpet out from under my feet.

In the weeks that followed leaving the white house in the height of summer, I remembered how brave and wise he’d made me feel. It pushed me towards the decision to not go ahead with university, the thing I’d been scared to admit I was thinking about. It pushed me towards exploring the world and it pushed be towards being the person I actually wanted to be rather than the person I thought I wanted to be. I suppose somehow, he was to thank for that. But I didn’t want to give him the credit. When it came down to it, I’d pushed myself, he just made me realise I could. I’d have got there eventually with or without him, and I’d be one less crack away from a broken heart.

Behind me I heard the door creak open and I turned to look over my shoulder, expecting Jen, but it was Harry. I took a deep breath, it didn’t even take a second for the feelings to emerge again at the sight of him. I hated it, but simultaneously I was glad it was him. Deep down I didn’t want anyone else to come and sit with me, if anyone had to, I wanted it to him. Confusion didn’t cut it anymore, I was way past confusion, I didn’t even think there was a word for how muddled I was by that point.

“I bought you hot chocolate.” Harry offered softly, lowering to sit next to me and handing me one of the two mugs in his hands. I smiled and took it from him, careful not to spill the steaming liquid, brimming with tiny marshmallows, onto me.

“Thanks.” I whispered, watching as he sat down, carefully, his tongue poking out as he concentrated on not spilling his drink as he did so. I couldn’t help but smile at him. He’d tied his hair up. A couple of loose ringlets fell out around his forehead and at the nape of his neck but most of the curly mass was tied back in a small bun at the back of his head.

“Didn’t think you’d be in a hurry to come back.” Harry told me, looking back at me from where he’d decided to lean forward. I shrugged and took a sip of my drink, letting it burn the tip of my tongue and my throat and eventually my belly. “Sorry I’m here.”

“You don’t have to apologise for being here Harry.” I told him, and I meant it, I hope he knew that. “It’s not your fault…” I hesitated because I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what wasn’t his fault, because the way I felt was, the reason I’d left the room was, the reason I’d kept myself outside was. “You coulda called.” I settled on.

“Jen said I-”

“Fuck that.” I hissed, shaking my head and frowning. “You’re your own person Harry, don’t blame it on Jen, she probably did tell you not to call to try and protect me, but I’d have rather you’d ignored her and done it anyway.”

“Would you though?” Harry asked, cocking at eyebrow at me I nodded, it felt like a stupid question. “You’d have rather I called, and tried to worm my way out of it then just leave it be and hope you never had to see me again.”

“Why would you hope that?” I asked him a little confused.

“Because I fucking hurt you, I didn’t want you to have to see me again after I did what I did to you.” It sounded selfless, but deep down I knew it was partly selfish on his part.

“I’d have preferred you to let me make that decision, and I’d have preferred an explanation.” I told him, remembering how I’d laid awake for nights on end waiting for my phone to ring, waiting for him tell me he was sorry and for the explanation of why.

“What was there to explain?” I laughed, actually laughed, loud and I saw it take him back. But that was a stupid question.

“Why? Why, why why? Why did you have to lie.” I just couldn’t get my head around it any of it, surely he had to know that, but if he didn’t I’d do my damned best to make sure he knew how mind boggling it was to me, and how it really felt. “Did it make your shitty ego feel a bit better watching me break for you or something?” There were tears in my eyes. Half an hour ago I’d have decided to hold them back, not let him see the effect he could still have on me, but now I wanted him to know. Now, I wanted him to know exactly how soul destroying it was to have someone lead you down the path to trusting them, fuck, maybe even to loving them, to then turn around and laugh in your face, leaving you lost and alone.

“I don’t know.” Harry breathed, looking down into his mug, shaking his head just a little. I watched as his face crumpled, almost like he was hurt, almost like someone had hurt him. “It wasn’t like that though.” His voice was muffled slightly, but his words were clear. “It definitely didn’t make any part of me feel better.” He twisted his head to look at me again. “Made me feel like shit, I hated myself, I still hate myself.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me in the first place?” I asked, my eyebrows knitted together as I looked over his face. Harry looked away again. It was beginning to feel like he couldn’t look at me when he was thinking and trying to work out the answers. It was almost as if he hadn’t thought about it from my point of view at any point.

“Because it’s not true.” I laughed again, shaking my head not quite believing what I was hearing. “It’s not Andie, Jen and I didn’t sleep together.” Harry insisted, as if he thought saying it in that tone would make me believe.

“Why are you lying? I know you did, you both told me you did.” I reminded him, thinking back to that morning in the kitchen.

“Did we? Or did she tell you and leave before you could let me explain?” Harry rose an eyebrow at me, an annoying knowing look on his face.

“If you’re telling me the truth why would you let me believe it and not try and explain?” I questioned. What he was saying didn’t make anything clearer, even if I’d believed it, it didn’t help anything. “Harry, quite honestly, I could have probably forgiven you if you’d tried to apologise, explained why you chose not to tell me, so really it makes no difference if you and Jen actually slept together or not.” I cut quickly. “You could have called, you could have made the effort to make it right, but you didn’t, if we’d never seen each other again I’d have never heard from you, you’re only saying this now because I’m here.” I stood with that, leaving my half empty mug on the step behind me.

“Andie-”

“I’ve realised, lately, that if people want to be in your life, they’ll make the effort to be there.” I was looking down at him from where I stood. I held his eyes, wide and sorrowful, and shrugged. “Let’s just agree to be friendly while we’re here, we don’t-”

“I don’t want to just be friendly, god damn it Andie.” Harry bellowed, slamming his mug to the floor and rising to his feel all in one movement. “Fuck, I want you, I’ve wanted you since the last time, why won’t you let me try to explain?”

“Explain what exactly? How you fucked my cousin-”

“I didn’t fuck your cousin.” We were screaming at each other, flailing our arms, it was aggressive and passionate, fueled by what we both probably thought was hate, or at least I did. “Jesus Andie, I swear to you, I didn’t, I would have told you if I had, you know I’d have told you if I had.” His voice was begging, but it was sharp and snappy as well, almost as if he was hissing at me.

“Then why not say? Why let me think it was true.” I cried. I wasn’t sure how we’d ended up getting closer but we had, I could feel his breath on my face and my own reverberating back of his cheeks onto mine. His eyes were wide, flicking over my features, as if taking them in again now we were this close again. He was breathing heavily, aggressively, through his slightly parted lips that puffed a little each time he exhaled. I was staring at him, waiting for him to say something, but he never did. Instead, he reached out, held my face still and as tight as he could without hurting me, each side of my jaw in one of his large hands, his eyes closed for a second before he smashed his lips onto mine and my eyes closed too.

I wanted it. I knew I wanted it from the minute I saw him sat at the table, looking like some sort of demi god with his chiseled face and long curly hair and eyes so intense they burned. As soon as he kissed me though it felt like I needed it, aching for it and him. I’d missed him and I’d wanted him for a long time. I’d asked him a question and I hadn’t got an answer but when he’d looked me the way he did before pushing his lips onto mine, I didn’t feel like I needed it any longer. He wanted and needed me as much as I did him.

It didn’t take a second for my mouth to mold around his, softening easily under the kiss and pushing back with what felt like just as much as he was putting in. For a few moments Harry seemed hesitant, like he wasn’t completely sure it was the right thing to be doing, but I didn’t even doubt it. There was a niggling something that if I’d have given any attention to probably would have had me feeling the same, but it felt so good to have his lips on mine that I decided to focus on that instead.

We never kissed like we were then. It was like we were hungry for one another, mouth moving apart, without question, for one another, and teeth crashing together a little. It was so messy and very clumsy, but ten times more passionate that the argument we’d been having minutes earlier. It felt like we’d both been craving it, and we’d both needed it. I had never expected kissing him again to feel as good as it did.

Our tongues were knotting together, toying with one another and the way he moaned into my mouth with the sensation of it, made me forget the question I’d asked that hadn’t yet been answered. It was clearly different from the last time we’d been like this, it was clear we’d both been with other people, but we wouldn’t ask or say. I felt his hands moved down my body, unzipping my coat as he went and sliding his hands into the warmth it, making home on my lower back through my top, the warmth of them ten fold the warmth of my coat.

“What are we doing?” Harry whispered against my lips, his breath burning me. It was clear he was little more than interested as he pulled my body closer to him. It shook me though, out of that little bubbled.

“I don’t know.” I mumbled, pulling back, wishing I hadn’t, wishing he hadn’t asked. “I need to talk to Jen.” I saw him roll his eyes, but I suppose I shouldn’t have really expected much else. “I need to hear what she has to say.”

“Who cares?” Harry groaned. “You felt that right? You felt how incredible that was?” I sighed, raising my shoulders with the deep intake of breath. “Who cares what she has to say, I’ve been with enough girls to know a feeling like that doesn’t come around very often Andie.” I looked at my feet again and bit my lips together. I knew he’d been with other girls, I still didn’t need to hear him say it. “Sorry, but it’s true, I think you’re my girl Andie, it feels like you are, I know that for sure.”

“Not now, Harry, don’t do this now, I need to talk to Jen.” I insisted stepping back. He had hold of my hands, it was loose and I could have easily pulled from his grip but I didn’t, I just stood and stared at him, battling in my head, trying to work out what I needed to do instead of what I wanted to do. “Sorry Harry, I need to.” I took my hands back and stuffed them in the pockets of my jackets so they couldn’t find their way back to him. As I got to the front door again I glanced over my shoulder to Harry, but he didn’t see me. He was facing out into the night, staring up at the starry sky hands in his own pockets. I sighed quietly to myself and shut the front door behind me again.

Laugher and chat had ceased. Lights were on up the stairs so I assumed people had started taking themselves up to bed. The kitchen light was still on too though, so either someone was thinking of me and Harry still outside, or some people were still up. I took my coat and boots off that time, knowing I wouldn’t be going back out into the cold that night, and wandered through to the kitchen.

As I opened it I saw Jen sat alone at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug. She looked up at me and offered a weak smile, it was like she knew before I’d even opened my mouth. Like she knew Harry had told me everything, only he hadn’t really at all, only the skeleton of it.

“We need to talk I think.” I breathed, shuffling towards the table in my socked feet, sliding along the tiles. Jen nodded and looked down at her mug.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you I slept with him.” I don’t know why, but I didn’t expect her to be so open with the truth. It was probably because she never had been in the past. Secrets were Jen’s best friends. It was only really then I was beginning to realise it was only ever my secrets we shared, hers were clept close to her chest and instead she fed lies. I couldn’t even begin to guess why.

“Why did you tell me you had then?” I asked, pulling the chair out from opposite where Jen was sat. The legs screeched along the floor, ear splittingly so, before I saw down and pulled it close to the table again with my legs. Jen shrugged, biting down on her bottom lip and staring into her mug. “Jen I really liked Harry-”

“You mean like.” She jested with a smile and I cocked an eyebrow at her. It wasn’t the time. “Sorry.” She mumbled dropping her eyes again.

“You ruined that for me, you can’t do that to people, but you really shouldn’t do it to me, we’re meant to be family, so I deserve an explanation at the least.” I told her with a brave certainty in my voice that I wasn’t really sure if I owned or not.

“It just sort of happened.” Jen sighed, giving in at last. “I told someone at uni I had, and it sort of got out of hand, and I asked Harry if he could go along with it to save me the embarrassment of having to say I lied about it.” Jen explained, never even glancing at me as she did so. “When I saw you getting close, I panicked that people would find out so I told you the same, then I told Harry you’d never believe him over me and so he shouldn’t even bother to try.” I rolled my eyes and fell back against the back of my chair. I realise, it sounded insane, mental, complete barmy. It sounded exactly like the sort of shit Jen pulled.

“You realise how nuts and sick that is don’t you?” I asked, spitting my words at her. She nodded, still looking down at her mug. “You can’t even look at me and tell me you’re sorry can you?” I laughed bitterly.

“I told him to go out there and get you, and tell you everything.” She shot back loudly.

“Oh that makes it ok then, well done you, let me forgive you for destroying that for me.” I sneered. “He couldn’t tell me, he wouldn’t tell me, even after everything you did, he couldn’t throw you under the bus like that.” I didn’t know if that’s really what stopped Harry saying anything, but I knew it would make Jen feel just a tad more guilty and that’s what I wanted. “I thought he didn’t care, turns out it’s you that doesn’t give a shit.”

“I do Andie, I really do, and I regretted it as soon as it happened but I felt I was in too deep to do anything about it by then.” I just shook my head at her. “I knew you had to know the truth when I saw the way you were looking at each other, please don’t let this ruin it for you both.”

“Don’t give yourself so much credit Jen, I’ve got no intention of letting you ruin this for me.” I chuckled, staring at her. I saw her smile a little and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I hoped it was because she was happy for me, but I couldn’t be sure, because it was Jen, and that me uncomfortable.

“Will you forgive me?” She whispered, finally glancing up at me. I swallowed on nothing, my throat tight as I thought. I knew I wanted to, but saying I was going to if I didn’t think I could made me no better than her. I shook my head lightly.

“I really don’t know to be honest.” I told her, and she nodded, seeming to understand. “Can we please quit with all the secrets and lies Jen? It does nothing but cause problems and I’m so fed up with it.”

“Yeah, we can do that.” She nodded, her voice quiet, hardly even audible. She didn’t smile and she didn’t look up again. I’d done what I had to do, I’d said what I wanted to say and that was that. I got up from the table and left her alone in the kitchen, hopefully with a tonne of guilt and nothing but her own mind.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at them, taking a breath before taking the stairs. I’d heard a joke about how Harry had scored the box room. It wasn’t really a score, it was literally a box room. Until a year ago it had contained boxes, but Auntie Ellie decided it was a waste of space, sorted through them about a single bed and chest of drawers in there instead. Like the house needed another spare room.

I was glad she had though then. If Harry really was using the box room, he was alone, and I wanted him alone. There were things I had to do. The mere memory of that kiss made my whole body, and a bit more, ache for him. My heart doubled pace at the though of being with him again. I had to. I wanted to. I needed to.

The hallway light was off, the landing dark. At this time of year the skylights made no difference, but I didn’t care I knew my way around this house like the back of my hand. I moved past the second flight of stairs to Auntie Ellie and Uncle Rich’s room. Past Jen’s room and Ollie’s, past the two big spare rooms and the guest bathroom, and finally I got to the door right at the end of the hallway, the door to the box room. I tried the handle, it was a bit stiff from hardly being used, but it clicked open and I pushed the door open. It was dark inside, as I’d anticipated, but Harry was laid on the bed, still fully clothed, I could tell from the outline of him. He sat up to look at me.

“What are you doing?” He whispered as I tiptoed further into the room, and closed the door behind me, clicking it shut once again. I moved over to the bed and crawled on, swinging my legs over his hips so I was straddling him. He was sat up, his eyes glittering in the dark, and staring back at me. I let my hand find the back of his head, fingers combing through his hair and holding him there as I dipped my head to kiss him again.

“Wanna be your girl.”

Hi guys hope you like this little Christmas Eve one shot. Just wanted to wish all my followers, readers and mutuals a very merry Christmas and all the best for the New Year. If you don’t celebrate Christmas I hope you have a cracking Monday!

Just a quick note, the last part of WOOO will be going up on Friday and the Epilogue the week after that as normal. After WOOO is complete I will be taking a break from posting writing on here for a while. I’ve got lots of new ideas that I’m working on so they’ll be something new in the New Year, but I really want to focus on it and get it perfect.

Also thank you to my babes @harrysmeadow and @cuddlemusclestyles for helping me get this one out!

Merry Christmas, and enjoy, Isla xx

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Chapter 5. Speak and You’ll Choke

I do not own Harry Potter or the characters created by Rowling.

I added put z’s instead of s’s to the end of Dominique’s words because, while it’s only been for 4 months, she has been living in France. 1 month was with her aunt and cousins from that side and the other 3 at Beauxbatons and so she has developed a French accent, that’s also why instead of ‘there’ it’s ‘zer’ too

( Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 )

Chapter 5. Speak And You’ll Choke

Albus awoke very slowly and quietly. The sun was barely coming through his maroon curtains, he yawned and pushed himself off of his bed. He sat on the side of his bed and looked around. He never really had since he got home. The dark red walls and his white desk and bookshelf. He looked over to the alarm clock on his desk, it was 8:30 am. He sighed, knowing his mum was about to come and see if he’s up. He got up and shook his leg, making his pants leg fall down. He walked over to his door and opened it, walking out of his room. He looked around and saw that James’s door was still shut, Lily’s was open and he could hear her talking in there. He walked out and down the stairs to the living room.

His parents were sitting there, both drinking coffee, quietly talking. “Morning mum and dad.”

They both looked over at him in surprise, “Morning sweetie, how’d you sleep?”

He shrugged, “It was alright. My body is used to getting up early by the way.” He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a water. He walked back into the living room, “So, I was curious, could I invite or two over?”

“Which friends?”

Albus sighed, he knew his father would ask it, “Scorpius Malfoy and Anneliese Green. You kind of met Anneliese, she was the girl who walked with me to you guys.”

Harry looked wary about it while Ginny was giving her soft, warm, motherly smile. “I have no problem with it as long as your father and their parents.”

Albus looked at Harry and he sighed, “Alright, just let me know what day and if they’ll be staying over.”

Albus smiled widely, “Thank you!” He ran up to his room and grabbed a pen and paper and began to write the two letters. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t just use pens and pencils at Hogwarts, they were so much better and more reliable.

Scorp,

Hey, it’s Al, I wasn’t killed haha, I asked mum and dad and they said you could come over as long as your parents are okay with it. Just let me know, I hope it’s the same day as L comes over too. To me it would seem weird not having both around. But still, like I said, let me know so I can tell my parents.

He wrote the same to L. He walked downstairs and over to the snowy white owl. “Hey Frost, take these to Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire and Green Manor in Wales.” The owl blinked as an understanding and flew off out the window. Albus watched for as long as he could, that was until he could no longer see the bird.

Albus turned around and walked out of the small room. When he got into the living room he noticed his parents were no longer there. He went into the kitchen and saw his mother over the stove. “Mum, I sent the letters, what’re you making?”

She didn’t turn around and continued to cook, “That’s good that you sent them, your father left for work by the way. And I’m making pancakes.” She sighed, “Could you get your siblings down?”

Albus nodded and left the kitchen. He stopped before he walked up the stairs, he hadn’t really spoken to James. He knew his views on Slytherin House. He knew his views on him. He shook his head and walked up the stairs, stopping at Lily’s room first as it was there. “Lils?” She looked over at him, the phone against her ear. “Mum wants you downstairs. She said she’s making pancakes.” SHe nodded and something about having to go to whoever she was on the phone with. Albus walked to James’s room. His hand was hovering over the door handle.

Before he could open it the door swung open. The two dark-haired boys stared at each other. No words were spoken. ALbus felt like he would choke if he even tried. James knew that he couldn’t start a fight, unless he wanted to get in trouble. Unlike at Hogwarts where he can get out of it as teachers have faith in him, Ginny didn’t. So he just rammed into Albus’s side, since he was so much bigger than Albus’s lankier self, he fell. He stayed on the floor for a few seconds, but to him, it felt like hours. He shook his head and pushed himself up and walked down the stairs, back to the kitchen.

The kids ate in silence with their mother, Lily was the first to speak, “Mummy, can I get a new backpack? I noticed mine has a hole in it and the left strap keeps breaking.”

“Lily, you could have told me earlier. I’ll get it when I have the time. And Albus, Ron and Hermione will probably want to speak to you tomorrow. I know Hermione has already sent you a letter, but they both still wish to apologize to you.”

Albus shook his head, “But it’s not their fault, Rose was the one who chose to attack me.”

“I know dear, but they feel like it’s their fault as parents for not raising her to not do that.” Albus just nodded and finished eating his food.

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Albus finished packing his bag. He just packed 2 pairs of pants and tops. There was a knock at his door and then he heard the door open. “Your mum wanted me to come up and check on you kids. Seems all of you left your packing to the last minute.”

“Actually, I’m just adding some things. I was already ready to go 30 minutes after I woke up.”

Harry nodded and sat in the chair that went with Albus’s desk. “I never got to ask, do you know when your friends are coming over?”

He nodded, “Is New Years Eve and Day good? L said that her mother told her she could get out of the New Years party if she goes to the Christmas dinner at Malfoy Manor and Scorpius’s mum said that he wasn’t obliged to go to the New Years dinner.”

“I guess those two have hung out already.”

Albus shook his head, “Actually, they haven’t but they both asked their parents when before they left the station to go home.”

“Well, alright.” Albus continued to add things to his bag. When he finished he closed the bag and Harry spoke up. “Listen, everyone is surprised with you being in Slytherin, I have no clue on what has been said when we aren’t there, but just know that your mum and I don’t care, neither do your grandparents, your Aunt Fleur was actually happy and she said something about how maybe you’ll get better fashion.” Harry stopped and laughed at that, Albus joined him in laughing. “Well, we should get going. We’re Flooing this year, your mother doesn’t wish to apparate since we don’t have Teddy to take James.”

The two raven haired, green eyed males walked down the stairs. “Hey dad, I think I might need glasses. It’s been getting harder for me to see almost anything written down anymore.”

“Well, I guess we can get that checked, let’s say, the 2nd?” Albus just nodded, swinging his bag further up on his shoulder.

“Good, I was just about to call for you two. Let’s get going, I don’t want to be reprimanded by mum again for being late. James, you first.”

James walked over to Ginny and took the floo powder and walked over to the fireplace. He lifted his arm before yelling, “The Burrow!”

When the fire died down Ginny motioned for Lily to go, once she disappeared into the flames Ginny turned to her youngest son, “Albus, I know things are tense with you and some of your family, but please interact with them. Even if it’s just your younger family members, I do not care.”

“Gin-” Harry started but Albus interrupted him, “No, it’s okay and I will mum. Now may I go?” She just nodded and he grabbed the powder from the tiny pot. He noticed the look his dad was giving his mum when he turned around in the fireplace. “The Burrow!” Albus said it loud and clear and immediately felt the green flames engulf him and soon enough he was spinning.

To no surprise, he fell forward when he landed at the Burrow, but he felt someone grab him. “Zer you are!” He was engulfed into a hug, due to the person being around his height he knew it was his cousin Dominique. She pulled away from the hug and he noticed her strawberry blonde hair was longer than the last time he saw her. “How has Hogwatz been? I heard you waz put into Zlytherin.”

He moved out of the way from the fireplace and over to the couch and shrugged, “Alright, I guess. How has Beauxbatons been?”

She smiled softly, “Oh, it iz zo beautiful zer, ze uniformz are very zoft too! Zilk iz what it iz made from.”

“It sounds wonderful.”

“By ze way, I am ‘appy zat you got into Zlytherin, it makez you much more unique.”

“Thanks Dom...hey Dom, when you were told I was in Slytherin, what was your reaction?”

“Oh...well, I zink if I remember correctly, I juz’ zmiled and zaid zometihng about it making you unique.” She moved some of her hair behind her ear, “Why do you azk?”

“I was just curious.” She nodded as an understanding.

“Well well well, if it isn’t mini Harry Potter, except this time he didn’t beg to not be in Slytherin.” Dominique and Albus turned their heads to their Uncle George. “How’re you doing kid? Make any friends?”

“I’m doing good Uncle George and yeah, I’ve made a few, but really only 2 good ones.”

“That’s good kid, good that you have friends who don’t care and good that you’re doing good. How about you miss I-have-decided-to-live-in-France-for-about-9-months-of-the-year-rather-than-in-Scotland-for-that-long?”

Dominique laughed at her Uncle, “Good Uncle George, how about you?”

He smiled widely, “Amazing, business is great, my kids are happy, and my wife still loves me.”

“That’s good Uncle George.”

Albus mostly talked to Dominique through the night, but he found out that his cousins Lucy, Louis, and Roxanne didn’t care that he was a Slytherin, but Hugo was a little iffy about it, but then again, his dad talked the most crap about Slytherins. None of Aunts or Uncles cared either, George made a few jokes about how unlike Harry, Albus didn’t say no to Slytherin. Of course Ron was a little wary about it, but tried not to show it.

Of course everyone who heard her laughed when Molly first saw her grandson and granddaughter. “You two are much too skinny, my god. Albus, you look as small as your father when I first met him. And you Dominique, do they not feed you at that school?!” The two kids just shook their head at their grandmother.

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It was probably midnight, all the other kids were asleep but Albus just couldn’t. He sighed and pushed himself off of the floor, careful not to step on anyone. He stopped right before walking into the kitchen, “--Harry, are you really not worried about Albus? He’s friend’s with a Malfoy and--”

“--Narcissa Malfoy saved me and honestly, is part of the reason we won the war. I get it, you don’t trust them, I have no clue, but you are assuming an 11 year old boy is a bad person just because of his family. And I have trust in my son's judgement of people. And Ronald, if you want to say anything, at least he didn’t attack his cousin for no reason!”

“Harry’s right Ronald, yes, I was a little wary because he’s friends with a Malfoy, and before you say anything Harry, I got no sleep last night because I was working on that paper for the Prophet, that’s why I was being such a bitch this morning. I will apologize as soon as he gets his ass in here.” Albus felt like he stopped breathing, “Albus, c’mon out, I know you’re up.”

He walked in there slowly, his head was down, not wanting to see who all was up and staring at him. “Huh, I thought I was the only one who noticed those things.”

Ginny scoffed at Harry, “No, I can't. I just noticed his eyes were open when I looked out a few minutes ago, then I saw his shadow because my eyes are exactly where it was.” He heard her sigh, “Albus, look at us, your neck is going to hurt if you continue to do that.”

He slowly looked up and saw all the adults in his family were there. “Um...sorry for not being asleep. I couldn’t.”

“It’s alright, I have something you could take if you need it.” Albus looked at his Uncle, “What? Working with dragons you learn that sometimes if you really want to sleep and stay asleep you just need a potion.” Albus nodded and Charlie got up and walked up to his room.

The silence that fell upon the room was terrifying to Albus, but he didn’t dare utter a word. “Here you are kid, just a quick sip will do. It’s not strong enough to knock you out immediately, takes about 5-10 minutes.”

Albus looked at the bottle, it was filled with a dark purple liquid. He opened the cap and quickly took a fast sip. It tasted like grape juice. He put the cap back on and handed it back to his uncle and walked out and back to his spot on the floor. The effects of the spell hitting him quickly.

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Albus was the last to wake up the next day. It was about 8 when he did. When he walked into the kitchen, he felt a thick tense and awkward atmosphere appear. He took a breath in and walked over to his grandmother and grabbed the plate she was handing him.

Now at noon, he was playing a game of wizards chess with Lily. “Albus? You have a package and two letters.” Albus looked over to his mother, “Says they're from Scorpius and Anneliese.”

“I’m done, I can’t beat you.” Lily said with defeat ridden in her voice.

Albus laughed and got up, walking up to his mother, “Thanks mum.” She nodded and handed them to him. He walked back over to the spot where he had been and opened the letter from Scorpius first.

Al,

Yeah, I know I’m seeing you in a few days but I wanted to go ahead and send this. I have no clue what you wanted so I just bought you this. I remembered you saying something about needing a new jacket so I got you one. Hopefully it fits you.

Scorp

Albus turned to the package and opened it. A green silk jacket sat inside. He pulled it out and saw that it was stitched together with grey threading and had ‘Potter 06’ on the back. Since it was Christmas Day he wasn’t wearing the sweater his grandmother made for him, but instead it was a long-sleeved dark blue top. He slipped the jacket on and smiled as it fit him. He moved the box away and looked at Anneliese’s letter.

Hiya Albie,

Heard Scorp say he was getting you a jacket and I sat here in my room trying to figure out what to get you. Then I decided to get you this, it’s called a hematite ring, it’ll help to absorb negative energy and should calm you when you’re stressed or worried. It’s also a very protective stone and is great to carry to help you stay grounded in many situations. I know you get worried and stressed easily so I thought you could use it. It’ll mold to your finger.

He looked at the ring and slipped it onto his pointer finger, he watched as it molded to his finger. He smiled, but then stopped when he realized that he hadn’t gotten them anything. He made a mental note to ask his parents if they could go and get them something.

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Albus waited as his mum and dad said their goodbyes to his grandmother and grandfather. He was standing there awkwardly, he had felt like anything he did was awkward since he'd woken up. “Are you ready to go Albus?” Albus broke out of his trance when he heard his mother's voice, “Albus? Are you okay?”

He looked around and saw that his siblings and father had left. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, just spaced out.” Ginny nodded and handed him the floo powder pot. He took some and walked into the fireplace. “Potter Manor!” He felt the green flames engulf him and almost immediately felt himself falling onto the floor. He pushed himself up and off the floor, grumbling to himself.

He tried to walk up to his room but he heard his fathers voice, “Albus, wait a minute. Your mother and I want to talk to you.” Albus tried not to groan, sometimes he really hated his dad. When Ginny arrived she immediately turned to Harry, telling him to start. “What Ron was saying--”

Albus didn’t even let him finish, “It’s fine, honestly.I know you guys were drinking and we all know Uncle Ron is a lightweight. He probably didn’t mean it. Now I’m going up to my room and going to bed. Goodnight.”

He didn’t even give his parents a chance to say anything. He just ran up to his room, the room that belonged to Sirius Black when he ran away from home. He tossed the bag across the room and fell onto his bed face first. Just wanting to go to sleep, and surprisingly, sleep wanted to take him.

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inspobyphae · 4 years

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100 questions

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name? “phaedra chiara cattaneo.”

Where and when were you born? “i was born on the amalfi coast july 16th, 1995.”

Who are/were your parents? "my dad, agostino cattaneo, is a shipping heir from italy and my mom, sophia lamond cattaneo, is an artist, specifically a painter! she kept her other last name as her middle name because she had a name before she met my father. they’re wonderful, oh god! i could go on for an entire hour about the both of them. they met in santorini around new years eve back in like 1993. it was one of those whirlwind loves, you know? they met and it was like fireworks were going off from every angle of the earth. they fell madly in love and got married on new years eve 1994 going into 1995, no one knew my mom was already pregnant with me but she was! my grandparents on my dad’s side were super pissed mostly because they’re traditional old italians whereas my mother was a pretty, young girl from australia who fell in love with a man like, 15 years her senior...they quickly got over it, though. my mom did everything to make them happy! she learned italian, she married him before having me! ugh, i’m going to text them now.”

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? “i have one half-sibling from my dad’s first marriage when he was just 18. we’re sort of close, but i rarely see him! he’s an investment banker, totally opposite of what i do! he never misses an opening show of my tour, though. what a sweetie.”

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people. “i live in beverly hills with my three dogs and my best friend actually moved in when everything happened a year and a half ago. my dogs are john jeanes but jj for short in honor of...well, you know! then i have severus & minerva from harry potter, but i call them sevy and mini! my house is super earthy on the outside, it has vines growing up for an aesthetic look and privacy. the inside is more modern.”

What is your occupation? “i’m a singer!”

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks. “so, i’m a tiny gal! i’m only five feet tall, it’s quite rude to ask about weight, though don't you think? silly! my natural hair is brown and my eyes are hazel. i’m italian and australian, thanks to my lovely parents! my style? it’s all over the place, but i love comfy clothes that are bigger when i’m not on stage cause i kind of look like a bad bitch on stage or for photoshoots. i also wear a lot of jj’s clothes that i have because they make me feel good and happy. i kind of just wear whatever i feel like wearing. i do love a cute dress, too! i have a ton of tattoos?! i recently got a butterfly on my arm. i’ve got honeymoon on my finger after my song! i’ve got a bunch of random finger tattoos, a movie character on my arm, stars and moon on my hand, and also baby on my arm.”

To which social class do you belong? “definitely the upper class, by birth and by my own career.”

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? “i honestly, don't? unless you count depression as a disease because i see it that way. i’m doing my best to work through that, though.”

Are you right- or left-handed? “right handed!”

What does your voice sound like? “this is my speaking voice and y’all obviously know my singing voice!”

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? “i say whatever a lot, next, okay, baby, all of those! i also say blessed at least twice a day.”

What do you have in your pockets? “i have some chapstick in my left pocket and $20 in my right.”

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? “i squint my eyes a lot because i should wear glasses, haha.”

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general? “amazing, wonderful, blessed.”

What is your earliest memory? “my earliest memory is running around on the coast when i was like three with my neighbor boyfriend who totally wasn't my real boyfriend but i loved him.”

How much schooling have you had? “i graduated high school.”

Did you enjoy school? “i did, honestly. some classes more than others. i was trash at mathematics, always. thrived at history and languages, though.”

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? “through trial and error but also from my mother.”

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them. “my mother!”

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? “i wanted to be whatever i could be! it ranged from a ballerina to going to the olympics to a princess.”

As a child, what were your favorite activities? “i loved to dance, run around outdoors, explore new places.”

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? “i was very impatient which has changed now! i also loved to say no, my mom joked that was my first word.”

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? “i was rather loved as a child, thank god. i had three close friends, one was my cousin adelaide! we’re still extremely fucking close to this day. the other was kate drummond who lives with me now and then tyson warby aka ty! we’re all extremely close still, not a day goes by we don't talk.”

When and with whom was your first kiss? “my first kiss was greg parsons on the school yard in middle school. so embarrassing, but it was a dare! i never turn down a dare!”

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? “i’m not a virgin. i lost it to my friend boyfriend who was a legendary rockstar’s son! his name is blue, y’all surely know him. i love him still, but not in that same way. he’s always the first one to check on me throughout my day.”

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? “probably meeting jj.”

Who has had the most influence on you? “my mother, jj, and myself.”

What do you consider your greatest achievement? “winning a grammy!”

What is your greatest regret? “my biggest regret is going to paris in august 2018.”

What is the most evil thing you have ever done? “the most evil thing i’ve done was in high school and there was a girl who did not get along with me and i completely embarrassed her by having her kicked out of a party. she wasn't even doing anything, we just had beef.”

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? “nope!”

When was the time you were the most frightened? “when jj died.”

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? “i fall down on stage often, honestly.”

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? “i’d change going to paris. i don't think you really need to know why because that’s rather fucking obvious.”

What is your best memory? “there was one night after the academy awards that jj and i were a bit drunk at home and this beautiful song came on over the speakers. it was an alt-j song! we were up on the rooftop and he just took my hand and started to slow dance with me. i remember laying my head into his chest and crying, i wasn't sure why i was crying but i was and he was so tender with me.”

What is your worst memory? “i don't want to answer this.”

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic? “i try to be the most optimistic i can be.”

What is your greatest fear? “i have faced that, it was losing a loved one.”

What are your religious views? “there’s a higher power, but i do not believe that it is a man in the sky. i don't shame anyone for believing what they do, though. it’s everyone’s world to build themselves and so it’s fine if you think what you think.”

What are your political views? “next.”

What are your views on sex? “it’s beautiful and essential.”

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable? “i think i would only be able to if it were in self-defense.”

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do? “purposely break someones heart! that’s pure evil energy.”

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? “yes, absofuckinglutely yes!”

What do you believe makes a successful life? “being dedicated and loving whatever it is you're trying to be successful at.”

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)? “completely honest. i try not to let the public know too much because i like to keep my life a bit private, but i’m generally honest when asked about things.”

Do you have any biases or prejudices? “i am biased towards my family because they are the best.”

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it? “pose nude, i know that i could do it but i do not want the backlash.”

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)? “i’d probably die to let jj come back, that’s weird isn't it?”

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how? “i’m a sweet little baby and i know it. i think that life is so fragile and you absolutely never understand what others are going through to be the way that they are, so why waste energy being a bitch? don’t get me wrong, i will stand my ground given that i need to, but in general until i am tested i am polite and sweet.”

Who is the most important person in your life, and why? “i would say my dogs because they’re literally my emotional support! my mother and father as well, as my close friend group.”

Who is the person you respect the most, and why? “i respect me the most because i have been through the ringer and deserve the best life i can have.”

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened. “i have been in love multiple times. each love is grand and very different, though i have not felt love since jj’s ascension to heaven or the after life. i haven't allowed myself to feel that way, though. i know i am keeping myself in a box over that, it’s confining and keeping me from my full life but i am not ready yet.”

What do you look for in a potential lover? “someone tender and who can love all of me, my past included. i need someone who understands i will always feel deeply for jj and all things in my life and someone who can deal with my emotions.”

How close are you to your family? “very!”

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not? “i have not, aside from my dogs. i will eventually love to have children, but not right now i have so much more to do before that.”

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help? “my mother.”

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? “i do! anyone in my close circle because they have been there for me to protect me before.”

If you died or went missing, who would miss you? “i think that anyone in my life would miss me? i’d love to think that anyways.”

Who is the person you despise the most, and why? “i’m not really sure? maybe the president.”

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict? “i tend to avoid it unless it’s something i truly stand up for and believe it and then i will fight for it.”

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations? “ definitely! i think that’s a good quality to have.”

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not? “i have a love/hate relationship with that? i get anxiety sometimes now but i try to do my best with it. sometimes i’ve got to smoke before dealing with large crowds.”

Do you care what others think of you? “not really, honestly. it’s my life and not theirs, so what is it to them? nothing.”

PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES

What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes? “i like to swim, explore new places, go on hikes! i’ve learned to love cooking, too! it’s something i’ve picked up only in the last like six months or so. i surprisingly like to camp, too. most people don't know that, but it’s nice because paps don't find you in the middle of the desert or the forest! i enjoy going to live music shows or festivals.”

What is your most treasured possession? “i’d say jj’s favorite hoodie!”

What is your favorite color? “i like soft purple.”

What is your favorite food? “avocados! i think i could turn into one with how much i eat them.”

What, if anything, do you like to read? “i like to read fiction novels as well as historical books.”

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)? “everything!!! i love art in any and every form.”

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit? “i do smoke and i do drink. i have used drugs in the past, but not often especially after jj’s death.”

How do you spend a typical Saturday night? “on my couch with my dogs or in my backyard drinking.”

What makes you laugh? “i love to laugh, i try to laugh at most everything at hand because there is humor in everything.”

What, if anything, shocks or offends you? “racism! i cannot believe it still exists. it’s disgusting.”

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

How do you deal with stress?

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

What are your pet peeves?

PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

What is your greatest strength as a person?

What is your greatest weakness?

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

Are you generally organized or messy?

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

Do you like yourself?

What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…)

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

What three words best describe your personality?

What three words would others probably use to describe you?

If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice…)

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Good shit good shit this took me ages holy hell enjoy you meme loving fucks Q's for you to A Do you have a favourite sweater? I actually do, it's that kinda folded over stretchy grey one I always wear, y'know? I wore it to The 1975 and, from what I hear, it was awesome. (Although I can't remember bc I was Gin Drunk) What’s your middle name? Lawrence...no judgement...Do you still talk to the first person you kissed? I don't, I wonder how's she's doing. Heard she was studying History from her friend I met in a bar one time. Glad to hear, she was nice. Do you get on with your grandparents? I did! Sadly it's been a few years since they passed but I very much did. What was your favourite cartoon as a kid? Hmm, it's a tough one, between the 90's X-Men TV show they played on repeat on Fox Kids or Ben 10 when it wasn't absolute shit like the remake. Yeah I'm bitter. What’s your favourite cartoon now? Archer lol Do you read the news paper? Yeah pretty much every day...I swear I'm not an old man. Who was the last text you sent to? My friend Laura, asking if they'll still be at the park when I finish work. What does the last text you sent say? "Y'all still gonna be there when I get away?" If you could have any hair colour what would it be? Idk I like the one I have. Do you like nature documentaries? Not really my cup of tea to be perfectly honest. What is your aesthetic? Climbing a mountain at a 90° angle in Skyrim on a horse. When did you last pet a dog? ''Twas yesterday. Whose friend’s parents do you like the most? The twins'! They employ me! I literally get paid to hang out with friends some days that's the good shit! Have you ever been on a road trip? I've been on a couple, longest was a drive to Southern Spain from Scotland! Was awesome! Tell me about someone you know called Emma? Went to school with her, cool gal, she saw HP in London and I'm jealous, shoutout to @weewildelassAre you reading a book in english class, what is it? Oh god I'm old. I haven't had or attended an English class in over 2 years. Do you have a favourite Aunt? Well considering she also employs me...hell yeah, shoutout to my Aunt K you legend! Baths or showers? Baths for comfort and treating yo self, or sharing...😏...Showers for quickness and weird snapchats at 3am...😂 Skiing or sun bathing? Sun bathing my dude. Do you kill spiders? Sometimes, sometimes not. Have you ever made an ice pop? I have not. Are you wearing shoes right now? I'm not wearing anything rn. Tell me about you favourite primary school/elementary school teacher? Let me tell you about Mrs. Mary "The Bonecrusher" Highland, and how she was such an iconic, legendary, influential and inspiring woman that she was the person you sent into the bad fucked up schools in movies and have them all pass with straight A's, she ran a tough ship and was slow to praise but when she did, she went all out, and made you feel like what you had achieved was truly a feat. Oh and she encouraged children to learn and think for themselves, genuinely encouraged you when you said you were interested in something even when it went above and beyond the curriculum. She was charitable, friendly, and spoke to you like you were an equal, and a worthy one at that. Mrs. Highland was literally so influential in so many people in my class being successful, free minded, hard working adults that she deserves a goddamn award. And let me tell you another thing, at the end of my First Year in College, I went back to my old Primary School for a teaching assistant internship because I knew the school was becoming a bit run-down and out of control and I wanted to help the way that Mrs. Highland had, and who had they just asked to come out of retirement, come back for TWO WEEKS, sort shit out and then walk away into the sunset like some goddamn Old Lady Teaching Avenger who appears when needs were greatest? MARY FUCKING HIGHLAND, I GOT TO HELP ONE OF MY CHILDHOOD HEROES BE AN ABSOLUTE TEACHING LEGEND AND REALLY INFLUENCE SOME GOOD IN A KIDS LIFE, THAT IS THE SHIT! Seriously though, she truly is one of the good ones, they don't make em like Her anymore. Who was the last person you hugged? I think that would be my mother actually hahah. Do you wear glasses? Occasionally. Do you have a cat? I sadly do not. Do you have a favourite pair of underwear? Not a favourite pair exactly more like a favourite kind?? Next All-Black, that's the good shit, makes my ass look great among other things. What was your last tweet? "How the fuck do you work twitter" about 5 years ago and I haven't used it since. Do you still use Facebook? I do, rarely. Do you like birds? Aye pal birds, blokes, the lot. Who was the last person you called cute? That genuinely would be my niece, or you lol Who was the last person that called you cute? This is a strange answer but a regular in my work. Long story. How did you meet your best friend? I literally turned a corner and ran into a group of emo's in like Fourth Year at High School and I haven't looked back since. Escalators or elevators? Nah m8, trick question, I'd rather take the stairs. Does wonders for the thighs. Are you named after anyone, who? Ahaha yeah my dad, both my granddads, and Saint. Christoper (Catholic mum yo) What was your first url? I have no idea. Autumn or Winter? Winter I can't lie. Do you win at scrabble? I do not lol Put your ipod on shuffle , who is the first song that comes up by? "American Idiot", Green Day. Classic. Have you ever drunk from a mason jar? I have not. Can you draw? Barely even write m8 let alone draw. What was your first profile picture? I think it was Kenny from South Park. Favourite t-shirt? God I have no idea. Best tumblr friend? Shoutout to @bepizzazzed and @double-dorks-beanie and @hesitant-butthole When did you last run? Tonight when as a joke my friends took my jacket and tried to get it on top of a climbing frame? lol I had it back in seconds and decided to get some payback ahah Do you like to paint your nails? Not particularly fussed, not a look I could pull off. Did you ever do something as a kid that got you into loads of trouble? I did more things to get me into trouble as a kid that anyone should ever do. And I still did it. Who is your favourite dog that isn’t yours? Trick question, all of them. Have you ever been drunk? Literally so many times. So many. Have you ever done something you regret while drunk? Some-thing? Some-one? Getting into a slutty dance off with a professional dancer? Stealing a mannequin? The exact words "I can easily make this jump..."? The exact words "Watch this lads"? The exact words "Shots won't do me any harm"? The exact words "Another Venom? Aye no bother!" The exact words "You can crash at mine if you like...?" You get the picture...I do messed up shit I'm drunk, and yet, I continue to do so. Do you want to kiss anyone right now? Ronald McDonald ngl for the sweet sweet invention of double cheeseburgers. Do/did you like you math teacher? I had a crush on both of my maths teachers, Mr. Kelly and Mrs. Hendry, both of which contributed to me turning up to class, but also contributed to me failing said classes bc I was too busy looking at them and being a hormone ridden, horny 16 year old boy, than I was doing maths. Do you often ride the bus? I do, everyday I'm in College. Do you have a fireplace in your house? We do actually it's getting renovated right now. Are you violent when you’re angry? God no! Do you cry when you’re angry? No, I rarely get angry and when I do it can only be described as dry anger. Favourite Harry Potter book? It has to be OotP, fight me. Can you remember your last dream? I can, and let me just say, Chris Pratt, thank you. Do you go to bed early or late? "Do I go to bed?" would be a better question. Do you speak a second language? I speak various levels of different languages. Some if you dropped me in their respective countries I could find my way about, albeit difficultly, and others I can ask for the bar and the bill and that's about it. Who was your first ever best friend? A boy called Dean. Have you ever had an operation? I've had a couple yeah. Tell me about your favourite cousin? His name is Reece and he's a meme loving shit and I love him the whacky bastard. Do you have a piece of clothing that doesn’t even fit you anymore but you can’t bare to throw away? During what can only be described as the Greatest Summer of My Teenage Years; the Legendary Summer of 2014, I wore on my feet almost EVERY DAY a pair of Classic Chuck's, they cost my poor wee mum like £60 the Christmas before but they were too big and when it finally hit summer they fit perfectly. I wore them every time. If you've ever read the book Me Before You or watched the film you'll know what I mean when I say they were my bumblebee tights. Have you ever been in a musical? I played the Cowardly Lion in my school play as a kid. Do you have a porch? I do not. How many times have you watched your favourite movie? At least 100 no joke it has to be. Empire Strikes Back. What do you order at McDonalds? Plain double cheese , small fries, Oasis Summer Fruits and maybe a coffee. Do you get on with old people? Worryingly well. Science Fiction or Romance? Sci-Fi m8. Do you take naps? Anytime I can. How many classes do you/did you take in High School? In my final year I took 3 classes. At its height I think I was doing 9 classes. When did it last snow where you live? A few months back. Does it ever snow where you live? It's Scotland...hahah it very much does. How many months until your birthday? 12 m8. How much charge does your computer have right now? 42%What is your favourite Disney Channel Original Movie? I don't actually think I had one. Sorry. the City or the Sea Side? Jokes on you fool, you can have both. What is your least favourite colour? Beige. Who tf likes being beige. Do you have homework to do? Nah. Are you still friends with your first best friend? I am not. Do you have/are you the gay cousin? I have an asexual cousin, bug more often than not I'm the gay cousin. Do you own dungarees? They can look cute on peeps. Do you like to play sport? I do, not to the extent I used to but yeah. What was your favourite ever Christmas present? My baby nephew. How old are you? Ugh I'm 20. Do you ever use Internet Explorer? Not for s long time. Have you ever had blonde hair? I haven't no. I wanted to but sadly I was a kid. When did you last see the person you have a crush on? Well considering I fall deeply in love with strangers who are nice to me on the train, that question is crazy. Who did you last talk to on the phone? Laura. Pants or Dresses? This question is a lot funnier in the UK and even funnier in Scotland where a man can wear one, but to do so, he's not supposed to wear the other 😉 Do you read fan fiction? Not anymore y'know. What is you’re favourite blog? @mauridianhallow is a pretty cool blog you should check that shit out Do you write poetry? I HAVE written poetry before. Drama or Comedy? How dare you insult The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt by suggesting you can't be both. Have you ever had a hickey? Perhaps...perhaps I have. Perhaps I cannot remember how I got some of them. Perhaps I should stop buying the ENTIRE bar a round of shots knowing all too well that almost every one of these people will offer to buy me drinks all night and then I won't pay shit for another drink until the night is over. Perhaps I should...I won't but I fucking should. And perhaps this has on certain occasions resulted in hickeys I don't know.

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