#ron x teddy

[acnelli]

Any ship is fine, lol

So, finally we get to the smutty fic recs. It's a mix of several ships. Please make sure to leave kudos/comments/reviews on the stories you enjoyed reading, no matter how old the fic is or how many comments it has already.

I answered an ask for smutty fic recs for Rarry and Romione some time ago. You can find those for Romione HERE, and those for Rarry HERE and HERE.

The following fic recs are for different pairings. And, surprisingly, not all of them are Ron-centric. These are all M/E-rated.

you did a number on me (but honestly, baby, who's counting?) theheadgirl [Perciver, 4k+]

One late night at the Ministry, Percy forgets a date. Oliver decides to make sure that it doesn't happen again.

the missing sock by theheadgirl [Perciver, 3k+]

In Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Molly asks Harry if a Puddlemere United sock she found is his. Harry says he doesn't support Puddlemere. How did it get to the Burrow? Maybe if someone had thought to ask Percy ...

Quintuple Meter by @krethes [Wolfstar, 7k+]

"Sirius knows magic isn't real—that's the stuff of story books and fevered dreams—but now, watching Remus play, he reconsiders his convictions."

Pianist Sirius Black has worked his entire life for this opportunity and considers himself a master of his craft. Remus Lupin, the most sought-after cellist in Europe, proves him wrong.

Whisper, Soft and Dark by @fantasyborn [Pavender, 500 words]

She gasps at the brush of fingers on her skin and it’s disconcerting that she can’t hear it; it’s terrifying to Lavender that she’s adjusted to her new stronger senses so quickly. The only reason she doesn’t spiral and panic is that, despite not being able to see or hear, she can smell Parvati in the room.

Jackalope Junktion by RavenpuffLove [Luna x Hannah, 9k+]

Jackalope Junktion: Home of the Great American Jackalope!

157 Sightings! An adventure for the whole family!

That's what the sign said.

Unfortunately it seemed people were getting less and less interested in the idea of seeing a jackrabbit with antlers.

Or they didn't believe that one actually existed.

Hannah couldn't really blame them for that. She didn't believe it either.

Red by @kedavranox [Ron x Teddy, 28k+]

Teddy is a rockstar; Ron is his muse. (Or a love story fueled by drugs, sex & rockn'roll—but mostly plain old awkward and embarrassing young love.)

Strike a Pose by mercurial_cool [Dron, 8k+]

Struggling financially in the midst of his costly divorce, Ron runs into a muggle woman at a pub who offers to pay him generously if he poses nude for her pornographic website. Ron accepts on the condition of anonymity, only to find out when he arrives for the shoot that the photographer is none other than Draco Malfoy, who has changed since his Hogwarts days in ways that Ron never could have expected.

A Private Celebration by Rickey [Rarry, 2k+]

One year later Harry and Ron have a public appearance followed by a private celebration.

Finding Home by RogueWhimsy [Dron, WIP]

The war ends and Ronald Weasley disappears. He returns a different man. This is a story of change, willing and unwilling, and of falling in love despite knowing better.

Try and Resist by @ultimateundesirable [Rarry, 1k+]

Trying to resist your base desires is hard, but over the years Ron has learned some self control. He never would have been able to learn how to control it without Harry.

Hush Hush by ForgottenChesire [Dron, 5k+]

“We need to elope.”

It’s a simple statement, said like discussing the weather. It’s a statement that takes a moment to sink in. And when it does, Ron sits up, his eyes wide. His mouth opens and closes and the noises he makes aren’t quite human. A glance out the window tells him more time has gone by than he had thought, dinner will be served soon in fact.

Ron Weasley and the Clothes of Doom by Liesha130 [Blairon, 32k+]

Do the clothes make the man?

Ron Weasley thinks he has no chance, until one night when he dresses up and Blaise Zabini can’t take his eyes off him. The solution is easy, then, right? Ron just has to keep dressing up, and Blaise will keep wanting him. But every time Ron puts the new clothes on, he’s sent spiraling off into a past filled with insecurity. Will he really be able to keep this up without going completely bonkers? And what does Blaise actually want from him, anyway?

#nelli answers #anon ask #ask #hp fic recs #perciver #wolfstar #pavender #luna x hannah #rarry #romione #ronarry #blairon #ron x teddy

[kkurades]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ STARRY EYES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

━━ during the battle of hogwarts blaise had lost sight of you but when he finally found you again he found your dead corpse.

word count: 2637

pairing: fem!gryffindor!lupin!reader x blaise zabini

warning: death, blood, missing limbs, broken skull, war.

“But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!” Pansy Parkinson exclaimed while you watched the scene unfold next to Hermione.

Ginny instinctively moves towards Harry with her wand drawn. Your eyes quickly flickered to your boyfriend, Blaise Zabini who was already staring at you.

Both you and Hermione made a move to join Ginny while you desperately clutched your wand, praying to whoever was listening that you wouldn't have to use it.

The other Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws follow your lead and stand protectively around Harry before Filch abruptly marched in, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to him as you examined Blaise who seemed indifferent about the situation.

“Wait! As it turns out, Mr. Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I'd like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall.”

Your gaze quickly flashed towards Professor McGonagall before looking back to your frowning boyfriend.

“Right away,” Filch suddenly halted before questioning the head of Gryffindor once again, “Er, exactly where is it I'd be leadin' em to, ma'am?”

“The dungeons should do,” while the other students cheered as the Slytherins were taken to the dungeon, you felt an apprehensive feeling crawl over you as you watched Blaise desperately looking at you.

Perhaps he had known that the inevitable was going to happen, and he didn't want you to be in the middle of the battlefield without his protection.

After all, you still were a Gryffindor through and through. And unfortunately, your house was particularly known for its impulsiveness, which was a trait that you shared.

You watched stoically as Blaise disappeared from your sight before moving towards your father and your stepmother.

Remus kissed the top of your head, while Nymphadora pulled you into a firm hug. You inhaled her vanilla and candy-like scent, which soothed you extensively before pulling away and joining Neville and the rest of the DA.

You were assisting Cho, Nigel, and Katie while Seamus ordered you around in placing magical 'charges' on key pressure points.

Your body stilled when you noticed Scabior and the Snatchers moving towards you and Neville.

“Not good,” you heard Neville mumble before you took his arm and sprinted as fast as you could while Ginny and Seamus were standing at the edge of the wooden bridge.

Even though you knew you should have been more concerned about Scabior and the Snatchers, who were about to catch up to you any instant, you felt the terror seep into your body as you caught a maniacal gleam in Seamus’ eyes.

Fortunately, you were quick enough to reach the duo in time before the bridge ultimately collapsed.

But when you turned around, you noticed that Neville had suddenly disappeared. Ginny gasped beside you as your mouth fell scarcely open and your eyes widened.

The moment seemingly lasted forever before charred fingernails appeared over the final remaining of the bridge.

You let out a sigh of relief before you and Ginny rushed to hoist Neville up onto what's left of the bridge.

“What?” The youngest Weasley asked as Neville glanced at you.

“That was quite exciting,” you let out a groan as Seamus grinned and winked at him.

“Mad. The both of you,” Ginny declared before a thundering rumble almost send Neville tumbling off the bridge again.

Ginny steadies him as you all peer into the distance, noticing that the reason of the small earthquake were giants.

You quickly said your goodbyes before you dashed off to help fight off the death eaters, while Ginny and Neville parted ways with Seamus.

And while you were fighting for your life, Blaise had been stuck in the dungeons with a harsh glare on his face as he stared holes into the grinning Filch.

“Night-tee night,” Blaise felt like he could slaughter the man right then and there, but quietly watched as Pansy cursed him.

“You let us out of here, you filthy squib!” Filch only grinned, shaking the ring of keys in his hand, and turned to walk away.

When he was a fair distance away the chamber began to tremble, but with each step, it got more violent. Suddenly plaster rained down, and a ragged hole opens in the ceiling, followed by multiple others before a massive eye peered inside which made some Slytherins scream.

The giant's fist dropped heavily through the hole, fingers probing the cell clumsily. Filch watched in horror as the cell fell to pieces and the Slytherins spilled forth.

Goyle ruthlessly flung Housemates aside, while Blaise followed in his wake. Ready to start searching for you throughout the whole castle, even if it would take him the entire night.

As they reached the safety of the corridor, a hand — this one of human scale — reaches out of the darkness and grabbed Goyle.

Blaise stifled his groan at the sight of Draco Malfoy before following him, desperately hoping that they would come across someone who could notify him of your whereabouts.

Before Blaise comprehended what was occurring, he was perched atop a fragile tower while fire consumed everything around him.

He had lost his wand earlier on and thought that this would be it before Ron and Harry flew towards him and Draco on brooms.

He quickly took Ron's outstretched hand and mounted the broom while listening to Ron complaining about it under his breath.

Blaise suppressed his eye roll because Ron Weasley did save his life.

While Ron flew them to safety, he couldn't stop himself from asking about you. The words were scorching him, and he desperately ought to know the answer.

“Where's Y/n?” His voice was steady, but if you listened close enough, then you would perhaps have heard his urgency.

Ron quickly glanced at him with a scoff before replying.

“I don't know. I haven't seen her since the start of this.”

But as Ron glimpsed at Blaise's despairing expression, he felt himself blurt something out.

“She went with Ginny and Neville,” he timidly said, which lit Blaise's eyes once again before Ron landed the two of them safely.

Blaise awkwardly thanked Ron before dashing off in the hope to find you.

You had scratches all over your face, your nose was probably broken, and you were convinced that your left pinky was about to fall off.

You tried to shrug it off as you continued fighting off the infinite death eaters.

Much to your solace, you found your dad and stepmom and quickly approached them while fending off the enemy.

But your relief was exceptionally brief when Antonin Dolohov ultimately killed your father.

You heard your heart pounding loudly in your ears as the light left your father's eyes.

You could hear Nymphadora's heartbreaking cry before you charged at Dolohov ruthlessly before you killed the man.

While you were able to kill Antonin Dolohov, you knew that it was partially because he had been diverted and hadn't seen you coming.

You were about to approach your father's body but abruptly halted when you noticed Bellatrix Lestrange standing a little further from you, inclining to kill Nymphadora.

No sound came from your throat as Bellatrix neared your stepmom who was wailing over her dead husband's body, not caring whether she was open for attacks.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye Kingsley Shacklebolt attempting to reach Nymphadora in time, but you knew he was too far away to do anything.

Nymphadora looked up at the sound of Kingsley yelling at her, but she felt like she couldn't move as Bellatrix moved toward her at an extraordinarily rapid pace.

You quickly made your mind up as you ran right towards the merciless death eater, your wand having been discarded somewhere along the way of killing Dolohov.

Your body collided with Bellatrix' as you made an effort to shove her off the edge of the castle.

Unfortunately, she yanked you with her before she quickly apparated to safety.

It felt like everything was going in slow motion as you caught a glimpse of Kingsley and your stepmom leaning over the edge while they screamed your name at the top of their lungs as tears streamed down Nymphadora's cheek as she watched you plunge to your death.

You felt yourself relaxing as you realized that you had saved Nymphadora and that she would have an opportunity to survive this and go home to Teddy.

You quickly accepted your death, as your final thoughts were of Blaise Zabini.

You particularly thought about the feeling of when you woke up next to him in your dorm.

The sunlight bled through the curtains around your bed as you felt Blaise's heartbeat steadily thumping beneath you.

You remembered the adoring look on his face as you kissed him softly while your limbs were tangled together.

Your last thoughts were of Blaise before your body shut down when it collided with the ground.

Nymphadora remembered the determination on your face when she looked up to see you charging at Bellatrix to save her.

She remembered the anguish she felt when her maternal aunt pulled you down with her.

She remembered how she scattered to her feet before taking off towards the edge with Kingsley right next to her as she shrieked your name, desperate to see you one more time.

She remembered the heartbreak she felt when your eyes softened, and you looked peaceful, almost relieved, as you fell to your death while the stars were reflected in your eyes.

Kingsley had to haul her away while Arthur looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.

Minerva McGonagall's face twisted into pure horror when she heard the sound of bones breaking.

She quickly spun around only to see you dead on the floor with your eyes hauntingly staring into her soul as the corner of your lips had been turned upwards.

A gasp left her body as a single tear fell from her eye before hurrying over to you.

She crouched next to you, taking you into her arms but had no option but to leave you there.

The castle still roamed with death eaters, giants, and whatnot, and she couldn't afford to be vulnerable at a time like this, besides she was way too old to be carrying bodies around, so she quickly promised your dead body that she would return as soon as possible.

Only after Voldemort's defeat did McGonagall remember about you again and instantly asked Wood to assist her to pick up your body.

Oliver let out a shallow breath as he halted next to your body. You hadn't been moved because you had fallen into a relatively peaceful area where there wasn't much damage done.

He quickly glanced at the head of the Gryffindor house with a shaken look on his face before seizing your body.

Your head lolled against his shoulders and your arm limply hung from your body as Oliver carried you to the great hall, where most of the bodies were placed.

When he entered the Great Hall, he noticed some people throwing pitiful looks at you in his arms as he brought you to a free spot.

Just as he was about to place you down he heard someone let out a miserable sob before turning to your stepmom who hadn't left Remus his side since the war had ended.

He carefully put you on a blanket as Nymphadora fell down next to your body. He took this as his que to leave, but not before giving one last tragic look at your corpse.

Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately ran towards you when they noticed your body being brought in.

Neville closed his eyes as tears escaped them while he remembered how lively you had looked hours prior.

Hermione leaned into Ron as salty wet tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped slightly while Seamus stared at you with horror and misery.

At a sudden point during the battle did Blaise find Neville and Luna, but when he questioned them about your whereabouts he came out with nothing.

His hopes started to falter after he had practically scoured the whole castle.

After Voldemort's defeat, he had followed the Malfoy's into the great hall and quietly sat there as he observed the doors, hoping for you to come through them.

He had asked all of your friends by now where you were, but none of them knew. Blaise had even looked at all the bodies to ensure that you weren't dead.

Later on, Draco and his mother had already left, but Blaise didn't dare to move his eyes from the gate.

His eyes glanced towards a small commotion that had been around one of the bodies that had just been brought in by Oliver Wood and professor McGonagall.

When he looked closer, he noticed that it were your friends. Even your stepmother was there as she sat on the ground while crying her eyes out.

He quickly came to realize that it couldn't be a coincidence.

'No'

He kept repeating the word as he quickly jumped up and neared the group, but he felt his heart in his throat when he recognized your messy y/h/c hair and your favorite red sweater that you had been wearing earlier that night when he saw you.

His eyes widened as he pushed through your friends, who threw sympathetic looks as he collapsed next to your body.

The war hadn't been kind to you. Your nose was broken and dried blood stained your upper lip. You had multiple scratches and gashes along your body, and blood stained the blanket that you were laying on, indicating that there was a wound on the back of your head.

Your fingers were covered in grime and blood, but he could make out that you missed one finger.

Blaise clutched to your body refusing to let you go as tears fell from his eyes, not caring about the blood that was tainting his clothes.

He sat there for hours, refusing to leave you as the stream of tears seemed endless.

At a certain point, they had placed your father’s body next to you, but he paid him no mind.

Most students had been leaving the Great Hall, but he remained next to you while Nymphadora watched him sadly.

He felt like his life ended the moment he found your body, but his thoughts were cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.

His eyes glanced towards the owner, who happened to be Nymphadora. She sat down next to him while trying to keep her tears at bay.

“What happened?” Blaise's voice was quivering and hoarse, his hands trembled, and he was terrified of the answer.

“I- Y/n found me and R-Remus at a certain point during the battle. Remus had just been killed by Antonin Dolohov so she avenged him by killing Dolohov. After her fight with him she-uhm, she lost her wand. While I was grieving over Remus I was oblivious to Bellatrix who was planning to kill me,” Blaise let out a shuddered breath as he knew where this was going to but kept quiet.

“She charged at Bellatrix and pushed her off the castle, but Bellatrix pulled her with her. During their fall, Bellatrix managed to apparatus. Even though Y/n didn’t kill her, she saved my life,” Nymphadora was full-on sobbing now as the memory seemed like an endless loop.

“What-what happened to Bellatrix?” Blaise felt anger fill his body as he spat out the name of the woman who had partially killed his Y/n.

“Molly killed her.”

Blaise nodded but remained quiet as he grieved you with your stepmother silently. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to recover from this, from your death.

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter #blaise zabini #blaise zabini imagine #blaise zabini x y/n #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini x you #neville longbottom #ginny weasley #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #teddy lupin #hermione granger #seamus finnigan #cho chang #ron weasley #oliver wood #hogwarts #battle of hogwarts #minerva mcgonagall #gryffindor #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #voldemort #bellatrix lestrange #antonin dolohov

[50044w44s]

Headcanons I have about Teddy Lupin <3

I don't picture father Harry much but i def picture godfather Harry like my life depends on it. Like, Teddy calling Harry "old man" and Harry finding it hilarious. Harry calling him Ted, or Ed, instead of Teddy, makes him feel important and validated.

And he calls them Mom and Dad, or Harry and Ginny, depending on the day. And he would occasionally talk about Remus or Dora and he'd say "My father" or "My mother" and people would ask him like, which one? And I think growing up he wanted to be an auror like his father (Harry) or his mother (Dora), but also growing up he came to realize that it wasn't that great of a job, and he decided for something else, maybe teaching.

He's really good at charms, and bad at transformations, he doesn't do bad at potions but he would never pick it. And for merlin's sake do not ask him to play quidditch because he will die and kill someone in the process. He's a big fan though.

I think he was the most gentle parented kid ever, along with the other Potter kids, and I think he has both surnames cause Harry didn't want him to feel left out of the family, but didn't want to take Lupin's name out. He hopes in the future Teddy will choose for himself which one to use more.

And I think that he wasn't traumatized by his parents deaths, he was able to process them and mourn them and finally listen happily to all the others had to tell him about them.

And I think Andromeda and Molly were the best grandmothers someone could ever ask for. And I think Draco was the cool uncle that offered him a smoke for the first time and was the one Teddy asked for advice with Victorie. And Ron and Hermione were the house he ran to to avoid all the rules Harry's strict ass had.

And he was a happy kid, who grew into a happy adult.

Anyways if you didn't notice, I love Teddy Lupin.

#teddy lupin #harry potter #headcanon #hp headcanon #harry potter headcanon #ginny weasley #harry and ginny #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry ron hermione #ron hermione #molly weasley harry potter #andromeda black #harry and draco friendship #draco malfoy #hinny fluff #hinny #harry x ginny

[dramioneasks]

Marked by the Moon By: Louisa Caraballo - M, 4 chapters -COMPLETE! When Draco Malfoy gets punished for not completing his mission for the Dark Lord, he doesn't know what to expect, but becoming a Werewolf was not it. He comes to find out that all the things he thought he knew about them are pretty much false. Now he just needs to convince his Soulmate to get on board. Updates Mondays!

#author: LouisaCaraballo #teddy #soulmates #draco: werewolf #werewolves #magical creatures #theo #original character #memories #pureblood traditions #anti ron #narcissa #war #au #post hogwarts and post war #smut #hermione: sex goddess #year 8 #trials #hermione: poc #harry #side pairing: harry x theo #hermione: stubborn #ooc #andromeda #children

[elliebyrrdwrites]

The Heist

(Again)

This story is too much fun to write.

“What,” Seamus began as he pulled up several screens of security footage. “Do we do about Pansy?”

“What do we do about Astoria?” Ginny set down a tray of sandwiches she brought from the kitchen. Turkey and swiss cheese with mustard and tomato, cut into little triangles and divested of its crust.

Draco lifted one up and took a bite from a corner and leaned back in his chair behind the desk.

Currently on the screens Seamus had set up was several visuals of the interior of Flamel’s home including the atrium, a parlor he apparently spent much time in, and his bedroom. The bedroom camera was placed by Draco and Theo last night during the gala.

Currently, Flamel wasn’t in the house, as he was at lunch with Zabini.

“What did she threaten you with?” Harry asked Draco as he settled onto the sofa with a sandwich.

Granger was avoiding the conversation, flipping through a book. Ignoring the longing looks from Theo and the provoking ones from Draco.

“She wants my ring.”

“What ring?” Theo asked, pulling his gaze from Granger.

“The one I would have given her, had I married her.”

“Why does she want that ring?” Teddy grabbed a second triangular sandwich and proceeded to stuff the entire thing into his mouth.

“It’s quite expensive.” Draco shrugged. “And if I give it to her, she would show up on the family Tapestry.”

“But you wouldn’t be marrying her.” Harry said it slowly. “Right?”

“Sliding that Malfoy ring onto a witches hand is as good as marrying her. It would bind her to me and my family.”

Granger’s eyes snapped up from the book in her lap.

“Why would she want to do that? It’s been ages since you two ended.” Ginny glanced over at Granger.

Draco shrugged and tossed the last bit of sandwich into his mouth and chewed, considering her question.

“She just wants access to the vaults.” Theo scowled and Draco nodded in confirmation.

“It would humiliate me, in her eyes.” He added. “My name has been burned off of the Malfoy tapestry. But hers wouldn’t be,”

“How would that work? Isn’t blood required for those sort of binding contracts?” Granger asked, finally unable to hold her tongue.

“It is. The ring will not go on without either of our blood being spilled.” He grinned at the absurdity of the situation. The entire thing was archaic and worked like a curse on both participants.

“How do you intend to take care of all this?” She glanced down to her lap.

“I intend to employee the work of a highly regarded Curse Breaker.” He dug his fingers into the pocket of his pants and pulled the ring he had retrieved from his home late last night.

When she looked up at him, he smiled.

Everyone looked at the ring he held up. It was a platinum ring with a large pure Columbian emerald and a diamond on either side.

Ginny gasped. “Holy crap. That thing must be worth hundreds of galleons!”

Draco sniffed and set it down on his desk. “It is.”

Granger stared at the ring like it might bite her. “You want me to break the wards on it.”

“It’s more like a curse.” He smiled and flicked his wand toward the platter of sandwiches, summoning a second serving.

She nodded slowly, scrutinizing the ring from where she sat. Which was not her usual spot on the edge of his desk. It was in a chair that was nestled into the corner of the room.

Theo stood near the bookcase, eyeing her.

“Okay, so let’s say Hermione breaks the curse on the ring, then what?” Harry asked, also staring at the ring like it might bite.

“Then I’ll give it to Astoria. It wont bind her to me once the curse is broken. She can do with the ring, what she wants.”

“But it’s a family heirloom!” Ginny screeched. “What happens when you find a witch you want to marry?”

Draco looked to his own little thief as she looked up at him. He smiled gently and shrugged. “I’ll get her something better.”

Theo huffed out a laugh, his eyes suddenly brightening as they shot between Draco and Granger.

Draco tucked away that reaction as he turned to Seamus. “The trick is understanding Pansy’s roll in Flamel’s life and his estate.”

Seamus nodded and tapped a few keys. One of the screens changed views of the house. There was an image of the pool and several lounge chairs set up around it. On the farthest chair from the camera, laid Pansy.

Dressed in a two piece, she soaked up the rays of the sun, her face shaded with the aide of a large floppy hat.

He noticed Granger sneak a peak at Theo, who was frowning up at the screen.

“She looks comfy.” Ginny drawled, rolling her eyes.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less from Princess Pansy.” Seamus snorted.

“God, I always hated her. She wanted to sell Harry out to old Vordy. Remember that?” She nodded to Granger.

Granger sniffed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

Theo wasn’t staring at the screen anymore. He was watching Granger with a renewed sense of vigor.

“We create an alibi.” Harry suddenly said. Draco tilted his head and gestured for him to go on.

“We need you, Theo and Hermione to be seen by her on the day of the heist.”

Everyone nodded, following along.

“We need three decoys that not only Pansy will see but Astoria, too. She’s onto us, right?”

“She is.”

“We need three extra people to Polyjuice as you lot, and that can be where you give Tori the wand.” He shrugged. “Or the Polyjuiced version of you, that is.”

Draco leaned back in his chair and nodded slowly. He ran a hand along his jaw, scratching thoughtfully.”

“How are we going to get those two girls in the same place? Don’t they hate each other?” Theo asked.

“There’s a reunion coming up.” Granger said. “Hogwarts throws a reunion for all alums every summer.” She nodded to Harry. “We got our invites weeks ago.”

“Should I be offended that I never received one?” Theo mused. He looked at Draco. “Did you receive one?”

Draco shook his head but was frowning at the logistics for the idea Harry suggested. “Sure, that’s fine but who would we use as our decoys?”

Ginny cleared her throat. “I have a few ideas.” She raised her hand and smiled over at Theo.

“You mean more Weasleys.” He leveled her with a look of discontent.

She nodded. “George and Charlie would definitely do it. And, uh,” She cleared her throat and looked at her husband. He grimaced as he nodded. “Ron would.”

Theo closed his eyes and too a deep breath. Upon exhaling, his eyes opened. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

Granger snorted, abruptly, from the corner of the room. Everyone’s attention turned to her. She looked ready to burst with laughter but she pressed a hand over her mouth and shook her head. Clearing her throat, she held up another hand. “Sorry. No, it’s just.” She giggled but stopped herself with a sigh. “We’re dealing with Pansy and Astoria and now Ron?”

Draco found himself grinning at her.

“But we’re not really going to use him, are we?” Theo demanded. The corner of his lip twitched, fighting against a smile. Whether it was for the situation, or the sound of Granger’s laughter, Draco wasn’t sure.

“I don’t know who else we can trust.” Harry shrugged, agreeing with his wife.

“Well, I don’t want a Weasley polyjuicing into me, seeing my bits and pieces.” Theo sniffed.

“Ron can be me, he’s already seen all of my bits and pieces.” Granger offered, causing Harry and Ginny to grimace. Teddy gagged and put a decorative throw pillow over his face.

Draco smiled blandly at her while Theo blanched.

“Maybe Ginny can be Hermione.” Seamus offered.

“And have one of my brothers be me and chance seeing my bits and pieces?!”

Granger snorted again and threw her hands over her face.

“I can be you.” Harry offered.

“Then who would be you?” Theo asked.

“Ron.” Harry answered. “We’ve already seen each other naked.” He shrugged. “We shared a dorm for six years, a tent for another and regularly take showers in the same locker room at work.”

“Why,” Draco began. “Are we assuming that the polyjuiced versions of ourselves will see our bits and pieces?”

Theo looked at Draco like had had gone bonkers. “I imagine one may need to take a wee at some point. He’d be using an exact replica of my wand, if you know what I mean.”

“Everyone knows what you mean.” Seamus said as he and Teddy unraveled into laughter.

Harry lowered his head into a hand and sighed loudly.

But Ginny was undeterred. “George and Charlie can be you two.” She said it with finality. Like they had all agreed that this was the route that they would indeed take.

Draco considered, as he reached for another sandwich with his wand, that is most likely was decidedly so. He needed to clear these hurtles before they managed to set a date on hitting their actual target.

“Well,” Ginny stood and nodded to her husband. “We have a dinner to plan.”

“What dinner?” Harry lifted his head from his hand and eyed his wife.

“For my brothers. We have to wine and dine them, as you know, in order to get them to listen to us.”

Harry shrugged and stood with his wife.

“Wait, so that’s it? It’s decided? We’re actually going to use the Weasleys?”

Draco shrugged as he watched the Potters wave goodbye.

Seamus stood and stretched. “I’ve got a date.” He checked his watch. “You got this, right?” He said to Draco, nodding to the screens on display.

“What do you mean, you’ve got a date? You mean that muggle woman from the museum?” Teddy sat up straight.

Seamus nodded and made his way across the study. “Yeah, her names Charlotte.” He grinned as he said her name.

“You look serious.” Teddy observed with a raised brow.

“I am. We are.” Seamus waved and left them behind.

Teddy looked around at the room. Observed Granger, once again, flipping through the book in her lap. Eyed Theo and Draco and stood, clearing his throat. “I have a witch to visit.”

“Weasley?” Theo asked.

Granger smiled at Teddy. “You mean Victoire?”

“Yeah. I owled her this morning and asked her to meet me at Florean Fortescue's.”

“Good call, cousin.” Draco raised his sandwich in a salute before taking a bite.

“And you three clearly have some things to talk about so,” Teddy added with a pointed look at Draco and Theo before he waved goodbye and left Granger with her two thieves.

Draco dusted his fingers off and eyed Theo.

“Granger,”

She sighed and closed her book. She quickly stood from the chair and sent the book sailing back into its spot on the shelf. “I have to go, too.”

“Where are you going?” Theo pushed away from the bookcase. “You can’t leave.”

“I can and I am.” She glanced over to Draco. “I’ll look at the ring when I get back.”

“Granger, don’t shut down.” Theo was hot on her heels as she strode for the door.

“I’m not. I have a meeting.”

“With who?”

Draco watched the confrontation with little amusement.

“None of your business.” She didn’t turn to look at him as she swept from the room.

Theo froze at the door and angrily shoved his hands into his hair with a growl.

“Why do you think she’s so upset?” Draco asked, dusting off his fingers.

“Because she is a woman of dignity.” he shrugged and the added, “She doesn’t want to end up alone?”

Draco nodded toward the screen, where Pansy was still lounging beside the pool. “Do you think she knows what kind of wizard Flamel is?”

Theo shook his head. “I don't know how I'd feel if she did.”

“I suppose we’ll find out.”

“Hello!”

Zabini waltzed into the study but stopped when he beheld the two wizards. “Where’s Granger?”

Theo rolled his eyes and settled onto his perch on the desk.

“She’s busy.” Draco replied and nodded to Zabini. “How did the lunch go?”

“It was...educational.” He paused. “Eventful.”

“Flamel is a scoundrel?” Theo surmised.

“Indeed,” Blaise settled into a chair. “So it was your guys’ intention to get me invited to a sex party?”

Draco chuckled while Theo replied, “Yes. When is it?”

“It’s on Friday. I can’t go. That Hogwarts Alum thing is the same day.”

Draco’s eyes flicked to Theo as he scoffed. “You got an invite?”

“Of course. I get one every year.”

“Well, now I know it’s personal.” Theo muttered.

“You’re gonna have to go to Flamel’s sex party.” Draco said, plainly.

Zabini shook his head. “That sounds incredibly uncomfortable. Why would I do that?”

“Because you promised Granger your full cooperation.” Draco reminded him, thankful for Granger’s carefully worded ultimatum.

“Plus,” Theo grinned. “We’ll be there.”

“You two?” Zabini laughed.

“Yes, and Granger.”

Zabini narrowed his eyes in on Draco, considering. “What is the end game here?”

“We keep Flamel distracted. Well,” Draco paused. “You keep Flamel distracted.”

“Where will you lot be? You interested in purchasing sex workers?”

“No,” Draco plucked the ring from his desk and palmed it. “We’re going to be part of the entertainment.”

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[whinlatter]

That’s how she feels, early Monday, third week of September 1998, listening to a little Muggle man murmur to her on the airwaves: at sea. Like there’s a great wave brewing, swelling on the horizon. It’s not yet broken, but the threat is there – like, soon, it’ll crash against the seashore, rise up, swallow the harbour whole.

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[a-system-of-nerds]

James, Albus, and Lily all singing along to pop songs in the kitchen while Kreacher cooks breakfast.

Teddy is there trying to help with breakfast, and Scorpius is there trying to comprehend the chaos around him, and Harry and Ron are coming down the stairs to have breakfast with their family.

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[crazybutgood]

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I absolutely adore short stories, and I thought I'd use the spotlight saturday concept to spread love for them as much as I can. I will try my best to make this a monthly thing,, sometimes more or less frequent. I hope you find some bite-sized bits of escapism to enjoy through these reclists. Today's features stories to curl up cosily with for a good laugh, some hurt/comfort, or softness—take your pick! And as always, please check the tags and author notes. Have a lovely weekend~

At The Top by @moonstruckwytch (Draco/Harry) (G) 

written for hdcandyheartsfest 2022 day two: first date

Sinking/Floating by @andithiel (Draco/Harry) (T, 966)

After the war, Harry once again dwells so much on dreams of the past and those he lost, that he forgets to live. Draco helps to remind him.

For All You Give (I’ll Give it Back to You) by @thesleepiesthufflepuff (Harry/Ron/Hermione) (T, 7144)

A birthday, a beach cottage, a love confession (or two). All Harry can wonder is why it took him so long to figure this out.

Flushed with love and romance by toutcequonvuet (Draco/Harry) (M, 3011)

Harry has been eagerly anticipating the perfect proposal Draco is surely crafting. Nothing can put a plug on his excitement. When he finally gets it, he’s in for a surprise of the accidental (and hilarious) variety./Featuring: wordplay, bath bombs, and theoretically attractive plumbers

From Sunset to Star Rise by @schmem14 (Harry/Ron) (M, 7618)

Ron stops in his tracks, trembling from head to toe as he points his nose to the clear blue sky, feeling the autumn chill bite his fevered skin./He’s in love with Harry, and he only just realizes it./I have to conquer this is his first thought./I have to tell him is his second./But I’m afraid… lingers longest of all./Ron and Harry move to New England to get away from the aftermath of war, buy a cozy cabin in the woods, and fall in love under the stars of an autumn sky.

Dancing with our eyes closed by Patriceavril (Ginny/Luna) (T, 2517)

Ginny ditches the wedding and her stupid heels, expecting to drink her bottle of stolen champagne alone. When Luna appears, Ginny decides maybe she doesn't want to be alone after all.

Destination: Healing by @stargazing-enby (Draco/Harry) (T, 2027)

As much as he refused to think about it, the truth was something in Harry’s chest unravelled in those dawn-hued moments of quiet when his body was heavy against the bathroom door frame, the Cloak heavy on his shoulders, and his gaze heavier than any of the two on the rise and fall of Malfoy’s breathing.

bloom for me by dynazty (Pansy/Luna) (T, 824)

It was a flower garden. That’s what Luna told her.

Strict Essentials by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (Draco/Harry) (M, 3884)

Harry and Draco go shopping for a new kettle.

The List by @onbeinganangel (Remus/Sirius) (M, 1400)

A story where the to-do list is too long, the weather is terrible and Sirius is seriously trying his best not to have to leave the house.

Marshmallow Kisses by @samunderthelights (James Sirius/Teddy) (G, 889)

James has been working on a surprise for Teddy, but it doesn't go as planned.

Bind by @gallifrey1sburning (Gin/Luna) (T, 2088)

Gin's binder is beginning to affect their career. Pansy's still struggling to figure out how to support her partner through their dysphoria, but she's learning.

The Music of the Stars by @gallifrey1sburning (Draco/Harry) (G, 556)

“It’s almost like music, isn’t it?” Draco looked down to catch Harry’s eye, seemingly unperturbed to find him staring, and Harry wondered if he’d known all along./“What is?”/“All of this. The sea, the wind, the stars.”/Harry laughed. “The stars don’t make noise, you weirdo.”/“They do,” Draco argued. “You just have to know how to listen.”

Beneath the Wisteria by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion (Draco & Scorpius, Albus Severus/Scorpius) (G, 2589)

Scorpius likes the wisteria best of all. He likes the pretty colours and the way the petals fall like rain, and he likes when Draco lifts him up to push his small fingers through the heaps of flowers. It’s Draco’s favourite too, so he sits with Scorpius by the pond often, under the full, soft petals, and watches Scorpius scoop at the water with a conjured green fishing net. He uses his magic to make the petals fall close to Scorpius, and they kiss the water and unfurl inches from him, until they’re scooped up by the net and placed in a pile on the grass./Scorpius laughs each time he catches one, patting his chubby legs with glee./It makes Draco feel warm.

The Darling Curse by @orange-peony (Draco/Harry) (E, 9209)

It was just a slip./Harry didn't mean to call Draco 'love' in front of the other Aurors, especially because they have no idea they're a couple./Well, Harry could always pretend to be cursed and use pet names with everyone./What's the worst that can happen?

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[wonderviena]

harry potter next generation - molly weasley ii

molly weasley ii. the eldest daughter of percy weasley and audrey weasley.

just like her father, she can get quite bossy but in a leader type of way. she studies harder than anyone, trying to prove that she is good enough for her dad's expectations of her, getting into debates during class.

although her classmates may call her a teacher's pet, she is not a push over. she does what she needs to, and will do anything to get to her goals.

kind of like harry, she begged to be in gryffindor. being the third child of the next generation to go to hogwarts, she wanted to be the first in gryffindor. she wanted to make her dad proud, even though the hat thought she would be better in slytherin. she never told anyone that the hat wanted her to be in slytherin, and she tries everyday to show that she doesn't regret her decision.

she is competitive and ambitious, and has sometimes stretched herself too thin. when things get too stressful for her, she will make a hot chocolate and bury it in a mountain of marshmallows.

-- note: geraldine viswanathan is the best portrayal of molly weasley ii in my opinion. she just looks like what i picture :)

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[phantomgrimalkin]

It was three am when Harry got a slightly panicked, exhilarated mirror call from Sirius letting him know that Tonks was in labor. Andromeda, thankfully, was there and took the mirror, calmly informing Harry all was well, first labors often took a very long time, and he didn’t need to do anything and feel free to get back to sleep. 

When he woke up properly, he was not entirely sure if that had been a dream or not. He called through the mirror after he got dressed and Remus updated him that Tonks was apparently still in early labor - whatever that meant - doing well, and Remus apologized for Sirius’s enthusiastic wake up call.

“No, it’s nice - I’m glad I know,” Harry said with a lopsided smile, “Good luck? I guess? I don’t know what to say in this situation?”

“Neither do I,” Remus said with a soft laugh, “Enjoy your classes.”

Harry mentioned this over breakfast, not sure how important it was, and his housemates seemed to find it far more interesting than he’d expected. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil squealed and demanded information and pictures. Ron kept glancing nervously at Hermione, as if hearing about someone being in labor would make his girlfriend suddenly start demanding babies. Hermione and Ginny were talking conspiratorially about how baby crazy Molly could be and whether this was going to make her increase the pressure on Bill and Fleur to give her grandchildren immediately after their wedding.

“How are you doing with it?” Parvati asked, “You’re basically going to have a little brother now, right?”

“Oh, er, no,” Harry said awkwardly, “I mean, they aren’t my parents.”

Hermione and Ron exchanged a look when he said that, and he vaguely wished the floor would open up underneath him, but fortunately the bell for class rang and the concerns got swallowed up in the ruckus of students making their way through the hallways.

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[vi-maxwell-blog]

Just 1 hr before the pride month is over...but I didn't forgot.... HAPPY PRIDE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!!!

#doodle #harry potter #drarry #draco malfoy #ron weasley #hermione granger #severus snape #lucius malfoy #lucius x severus #scorpius x albus #albus x gellert #albus potter #albus percival wulfric brian dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #ginny x luna #ginny weasley #luna lovegood #james sirius x teddy #teddy lupin #james sirius potter #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #voldermort #voldemort doesn´t have a nose #pride month #happy pride 🌈

[restandbloom]

🌿“the absence of chaos” Coming: 2 May 2023 🌿

a post-war, canon-divergent fic following harry & ginny immediately after the battle of hogwarts.

spoiler: harry & ginny aren’t a thing yet in this au, so hold onto your bittersweet-longing pants, it’s gonna be an emotional ride.

summary:

he’s seventeen and the most unbelievable weight has just been lifted off his shoulders. his job is done, it ended in depths of a dark forest beside the ghosts of the people he loved most and somehow he’s still here and has to figure out how to be here.

he’s seventeen and trying to figure out how to get out of bed everyday. how to find the courage to fight the nightmares that still leave him breathless and to raise the little boy whose hair is still bubblegum pink. how to tell the girl that’s become one of his best friends that he’s in love with her.

he’s seventeen and just wants to live. to stay up all night to laugh beneath the stars instead of be chased beneath them. to figure out who he wants to be and what he’s supposed to do with this life.

and while at some point many years from now - all would be well - he can’t see that just yet. he can’t see that beyond the chaos a garden will grow and that while of all of their joy may be intertwined with sorrow. that there is hope, that there always was - and always will be.

🌿 sneak peak of chaos 🌿

11 August 1998

“Every morning at daybreak he came back and ripped up weeds. These tough angry, thorny plants that had long ago taken over the garden beds and choked out the lovely things that once grew in their place. He sweat and he bled and he began looking forward to it. He wasn’t digging graves anymore and the smell of earth on his hands no longer made him feel like he couldn’t breathe. He was digging gardens and for such a simple, ordinary thing it helped and the fact that it helped gave him hope.

Hope still felt unpredictable. Sometimes it felt so bright, so close. Like when Teddy sleeps peacefully in his arms or when he wakes from a night without the dreams that leave him breathless and terrified. And other times, when the sound of the blade brings him back to the sea or when the soil clings to bitter memories on the back of his hand and his throat aches and he just wants to fucking scream, it’s all he can do to breath. “You can’t keep it in,” Andromeda said, “It’s okay to scream.” So sometimes he does, turns his wand on himself and it’s silent. Just a man pounding his fist into the dirt, with hot tears pouring down his face and it helps. And then he keeps digging. He breathes through the pain and rage and guilt and focuses on the fact that while there’s somethings he can’t fix, there are some he can and vows that he will.”

🌿 can’t wait to post the first chapters!! excited/nervous af to share this story with you all. this is my first fic and really the first bit of fiction I’ve written in like fifteen years. i’ve been working on it since last summer and it’s honestly been the most fun I’ve had since I was a kid. see ya on ao3 soon!

🌿 username on ao3: inmygarden

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[brokoala-soup]

Is it only me but I think Nymphadora Tonks is bisexual but she doesn't know it and she notices (great observational skills from auror training) the homosexual chemistry Sirius and Remus have and starts romanticizing/yearning for the same but then she mistakes it for attraction and then Sirius dies and so she decides if not now then it might get too late and so she gets along with Remus who also gives in because he too mistakes her misunderstood attraction to be real attraction and they also end up having Teddy because Remus yearns for a normal life and Tonks seems to be offering the same and so they're just in a conventional marital agreement per se BECAUSE THEY BOTH ARE GAY AF AND I DON'T SEE THIS GOING ANY OTHER WAY

but we do love Teddy tho

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[lunanightshade2023]

#writeblr #my writing #reading #fantasy #fanfic #writing #fandom ships #cameron monaghan #charlie weasley #fred and george #ron weasley #harry potter #ginny weasley #percy weasley #bill weasley #draco x hermione #hermione granger #draco malfoy #dramione #siriusblack #remus lupin #teddy lupin #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #quidditch #friends to lovers #best friends brother #found family #newt scamander

[jackson--t]

His Boy

Ronnie Kray x Teddy Smith.

Warnings: Spanking and other sexual stuff. Explicit Smut.

Teddy tries to mend Ronnie's broken nose, and ends up right where he always does: on Ronnie's lap.

Words: 3.4 k

I feel like a weirdo posting this. 😅🙆‍♂️

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It wasn't the first time Teddy had seen all that blood, the bent nose, the drips on the carpet that Ronnie actually liked a lot. The fine dots and drops of blood had fallen into the beautiful pattern of the carpet, breaking up the steady, gentle repetition of finely curved illustrades. A drop had fallen on a certain finely curved curl that Teddy had stared at many times, whenever he had lain on Ronnie's lap, his ass in the air, enduring the beatings, his buttocks glowing red from the welts of the hand with the cool, hard rings on it. Or the cane from the fine vase in the hallway, a bamboo cane whose welts Teddy could usually feel under the fabric of his pants for days afterwards.

He exhaled softly as Ronnie's glowing gaze met him. His fingers curled up slightly in the kitchen towel he'd grabbed when he'd heard the door. An argument with his twin brother, Reggie. It hadn't been uncommon lately for them to fight because Reggie didn't get along with Frances - or because Ronnie did something that didn't suit him.

But when Teddy saw Ronnie's probably broken nose, he sighed softly. He liked Reggie, he really did. Reggie, of course, was the prettier one of the twins - amiable, always finely dressed, and didn't carry the traces of seething aggression and craziness under his skin like his brother Ronnie. Teddy had liked Reggie a lot at first, watching him furtively whenever Ronnie's eyes were glued to anything but his face. Sometimes, he had wanted to scratch up Frances' face, to rip her beautiful hair off her head, just like that - because he envied her. Because Reggie didn't beat her, and because she had Reggie's beautiful face all over her when he fucked her.

Still, he didn't like it when Reggie hurt Ronnie. The missing pills were to blame, his antipsychotics. Ronnie almost never took them, unless Teddy reminded him to. Well - Teddy was used to knowing Ronnie as he was, always had been. To him, it made no difference, per se, whether Ronnie took them or not. But the subtle aggressive structures of his mental disorder became more palpable, like a guest moving into Ronnie's head, whispering strange things to him. He was more aggressive, loving violence. Only today, his eyes were different. Teddy saw the anger, the astonishment, the shock - and something he could almost put under the term sadness.

If that feeling existed in Ronnie.

Teddy fumbled a little with the kitchen towel, folding it between his fine fingers before asking quietly, "What happened?"

"He hit me, Reggie. Look at what he did - 's it bad, Teddy?" Ronnie grunted, walking with heavy steps over to the mirror in the living room. His mom, Valerie, was thankfully asleep. She wouldn't have believed it had been Reggie. But Teddy knew the other brother's punch. He had already had to feel it himself, under the powerful urge of the incoming excitement of that gesture. It was always a highlight for him when Reggie touched him - even if it was to teach him a lesson. The last time for a lesson had been when he'd hit Leslie so hard, out of sheer jealousy over Ronnie's attention, that Leslie had almost lost an eye.

"Ah, fuck - ma nose, ma beautiful nose. What a ...- my fuckin' brother!" Ronnie cursed loudly, and Teddy carefully stood next to him, gently standing on tiptoe to get a closer look at Ronnie's face.

"It's broken, Ronnie. I can fix it if you want," Teddy murmured softly, the glowering gaze of Ronnie's eyes on him. The big man snorted softly, a few drops of blood spreading further across the beautiful carpet.

"You can do that? Nah, I don't-"

"Fixed my own nose once, I did. Gonna hurt though, ya hear?" Teddy said, taking the fingers of his right hand out of the cloth, resting them lightly and warmly against Ronnie's cheek. He felt the twitch under Ronnie's skin, it was so warm. It set off an excited tingle in Teddy's stomach area.

"Did ya? Hmph, you know what I'm going to do if you fuckin' mess it up?"

"I know, and I'm not going to screw it up."

"I could kill you pretty right here and now for that, huh? Think the nose's ugly, don't ya?" Ronnie grunted angrily, and there it was, the absence of psychotropic drugs. Words Ronnie said without understanding the meaning - blindly directed because he didn't realize, not quite, that his brother had done this to him, and not Teddy. Thick, strong fingers dug around Teddy's chin, jerked it up, and Teddy gulped.

"I could-"

"Who's going to fix your nose then, huh? Can punish me for it afterwards, but your nose will stay like that," Teddy breathed out tensely, knowing the effect his words were having on Ronnie. The man's eyes narrowed slightly, then he nodded, his lower lip slightly open, his row of teeth bared below. He sniffled deeply, his nose clogged with blood, before dropping onto the couch.

"You're being careful, aren't you?" he grunted, and Teddy smiled.

"I always am."

"Don't tell anyone, you hear?"

"I never do, Ronnie."

"Hmm, good boy."

Teddy clicked his tongue, wiped his fingers on the kitchen towel, and went into the kitchen to get some bandages. He knew well by now where everything lay - Valerie had introduced him to the Krays' house, after all, well aware and grateful that Teddy was still by Ronnie's side. Sometimes he thought he read from her eyes that she really liked him - because he had never judged Ronnie, despite his bouts of cruelty. But Teddy knew nothing else. He had grown up just as much in the pain of a poor neighborhood, and Ronnie was his ticket to a better life.

You put up with these things if you could live for them like a prince. You just put up with them, and shut up when Ronnie wanted you to.

When Teddy had gathered his things, he put them down next to Ronnie on the couch, and sat down wide-legged on the broad lap. He had always loved Ronnie's thighs, those wide trunks, strong enough to break a body. There was ecstasy in every fiber of those muscles.

That's why Teddy suppressed the surge of pleasure that sloshed through his body as he pressed closer to Ronnie's face, slender fingers against his cheek. The nose looked really nasty, and it was really broken. It would be a slight jolt, but how Ronnie would react to the pain, well - Teddy didn't know.

"S' gonna hurt, Ronnie, okay? I'll make one quick move, it'll hurt, and then you'll be pretty again," Teddy whispered hoarsely, and Ronnie grunted.

"Am I not pretty now? I know you're always staring at Reggie-"

"I don't, and you are pretty, Ronnie, always. Reggie's too soft."

A narrow grin crossed Ronnie's bloodied face, like a twitch, short and beautiful. "He is."

"You ready?" Teddy asked, and Ronnie's nod wasn't even quite finished before he applied the pressure of his fingers to his nose and had them moving quickly to the side, pushing the nose back into place with a horrible cracking sound.

"FUCK!"

Of course he screamed, and of course Ronnie threw Teddy off his lap, the slight new stream of blood like shock on his face. Teddy licked his lips. Heat, so much heat in his body, in his loins.

Bad boy, he could hear it now, feel it like a tingling promise on his skin.

"What did ya fuckin' do?!"

"The nose is straight again, Ronnie, I made it whole again! You still need tape, let me tape it-"

Ronnie snorted. The drops of blood plopped onto the carpet, a few more, then it stopped, though Ronnie's voice still sounded impossibly nasal. He paced up and down, eyes on the floor, and then - heavy, heaving footsteps in the hallway, the sound of fine leaves, and Teddy's skin tingled with pleasure. The bamboo stick.

Ronnie sat down wordlessly on the couch, his broad legs like mighty tree trunks, and slapped his right thigh with the flat of his hand. "Com'ere." he commanded, without a kind word, without the litter Teddy usually knew when they were alone. Eyes gleaming menacingly behind the lenses of his glasses, Teddy pushed himself off the ground. There were a few drops of blood around the edges of Ronnie's glasses, but Teddy paid them no further attention as he lay belly-first on Ronnie's thigh, his lap full of tingling sensations.

Teddy liked violence. He liked brutality, didn't know why - but he had always been one of those boys who had never been too gentle - just right for Ronnie Kray, and one of the reasons Teddy was his best boy. Because he could endure, because he didn't break under what Ronnie needed, what turned Ronnie on, what excited Ronnie. Teddy was never broken. He wore the bruises on his body like trophies, wore them like something to be proud of - because it was the signature of Ronnie Kray. The secret king of London. And Teddy was his boy.

"Pants down." Ronnie grunted darkly, and Teddy obeyed. The air of the living room was cool around the skin of his bottom, a pleasant change from what was to come. Ronnie let out a soft, dark sound as Teddy lay back on his legs, lower body naked, and a rough, coarse hand gripped his left buttock firmly, slapping it lightly.

"You'll pay for this, you will."

Teddy breathed out. "Yeah."

The moments before the first blow were always the most erotic Teddy ever felt. Like a burning in the air, like a tingle in his lap, in his cock, like waiting for a fucking surprise. The air was electrified, magical, the warmth of Ronnie's thighs beneath him like the softest cloud.

The first stroke was hard, so hard it elicited a hoarse sound from Teddy. It was more of a squeak, high and soft, that he knew turned Ronnie sheer on - he loved it when he could do this. And Teddy loved the feel of the hard bamboo stick on his bare skin, the tingle it left. The red welts, the warmth on his butt cheeks as it formed. The red marks, sometimes a little chapped skin that he knew Ronnie loved to lick, to run his hands over curiously before fucking him. And this, Teddy thought to himself in sheer excitement at the next stroke - was guaranteed to end in a hard fuck.

He knew Ronnie could feel his erection against his thighs. With each breath, with each stroke more on his ass, Teddy's cock stiffened, pressing against the warm, rough fabric of Ronnie's thighs in the expensive pants, letting a soft friction build as soon as his body arched minimally under the blow of the bamboo cane.

"I like your shirt." Ronnie grunted, absurdly, it didn't fit - but it was Ronnie, and the cane, and Teddy moaned softly the next time the cane slapped hard against his skin, leaving pain and burn and pleasure in its wake. Ronnie's own poem burned into his skin.

"Ronnie-" Teddy's voice grew softer, higher, a pleading whimper. His hard cock pressed against Ronnie's thigh, was literally massaged, licked at drops. But the heat of the strokes didn't abate, only a little more hardness was added - by the movements and by Ronnie's lap, oh yeah, a firm erection pressed there into the fine fabric of his pants.

Teddy loved Ronnie's cock. It was as broad and big and fucking hot as anything on him - well built, and made to destroy him if he wanted to. Teddy had often had to take warm baths after sex with Ronnie to preserve his body - he could take a lot, always, but he needed his time afterward.

With a quiet moan, Teddy felt Ronnie's free hand settle on one buttock, gripping tightly, almost grabbing. Broad fingers fumbled at his crack, seeking, finding. They were already wet, Teddy hadn't realized, when they found what they were looking for, digging deep into Teddy's body, two of Ronnie's fucking wide fingers. The pulling and stretching was passion, coupled with another stroke and an undeniable exhale from Ronnie that almost bordered on a greedy moan.

Fuck, it didn't take much longer.

Teddy had to endure two more hard blows where, despite the rising numbness in the flesh, he could feel it tearing the skin slightly - it burned so nicely - then, with a gasping exhale, Ronnie pushed him belly-first onto the sofa, tossing the bamboo cane carelessly away. His heavy hands pressed Teddy's shoulder blades hard down on the sofa, pressing the boy firmly into the finely flowered fabric of Valerie's couch, and Teddy heard Ronnie undo his belt with rising excitement.

Once, just once, Teddy had been allowed to see him completely naked, otherwise Ronnie always left his clothes partially on. And it had been a groundbreaking time, because Ronnie, despite his oddness, was so damn well trained, had broader shoulders than his brother, a brutally toned chest. Teddy had been allowed to ride him that day, with hands as tight as vices around his hips. But Teddy had come, way too fast, drenching Ronnie's chest in a lean white of cum.

"Fuckin' bastard," Ronnie grunted, spitting roughly between Teddy's crack, pressing the hard and erect tip of his broad and thick cock between them, pushing himself between Teddy's butt cheeks without further foreplay, pushing his cock into the tight hole. The fingers on his butt glowed, rubbing over the sore skin, but the stretching and pain from the intrusion made Teddy forget all about it.

He moaned as loudly as he dared before a broad hand snaked in front of his mouth and squeezed hard - the absence of air made Teddy dizzy, aroused by the brutality. Ronnie's weight pressed him down hard, and it was nice to be squeezed so nicely between that body and his weight, and to have his own cock wedged so tightly on Mommy Kray's soft couch.

"Don't wake Mom, you lil' whore!" Ronnie growled hotly against his ear, and Teddy shook his head, breathing, gasping for air as his fingers released from his mouth and Ronnie truly fucked him hard into the couch.

It was ecstasy, every time. The pain was so pleasurable that it was quickly replaced by the probing sensation of an approaching orgasm, forming deep in Teddy's belly. The friction of his cock against the couch and with Ronnie's thick cock sliding so deep inside him, soon better, it was like a pure piece of pleasure written by the god of lust himself. Teddy could do nothing but cling to the fabric of the couch with clammy fingers, controlling his breathing, and taking and taking that cock as hard and as well as he could.

Ronnie was never a tender lover, but he was a good one, more animal than man in bed, with rough moans and grunts, hips snapping hard like a stud bull. Teddy nearly choked on his own saliva as Ronnie thrusted deeper, deeper, hitting the fine bundles of nerves inside him again and again. The tip of his cock rubbed firmly against it, Teddy knew that Ronnie knew. He timed the motions just right to hit that spot again and again, feeling the softness in Teddy's limbs, the trembling in his shoulder blades.

"You're gonna come for me, Teddy.", Ronnie groaned out, the hard cock with a firm jerk so damn deep, made Teddy's spine rebel slightly. Teddy opened his mouth, but no words came out. No moan, he just gasped, knowing he was close.

A thought that had driven him to climax many times before pressed into his brain with manic swiftness: this one thought, this forbidden one, that he would one day want to act out. Reggie and Ronnie, both above him, behind him, inside him. The pushing and shoving of two thick cocks inside him, his hole stretched to bursting. The twins sharing Teddy like a cheap hooker, the way they embraced his body, held him, fucked him and fucked him until Teddy came. Feeling not only Ronnie's fat cock, but Reggie's as well, both brothers joined inside him...-

His orgasm bored into Teddy's body so violently that he didn't have time to really dig his fingers into the sofa. His body stiffened for only a few seconds, then he reared back, and it spurted out of his cock, discharging into the muscles of his ass, contracting and milking Ronnie Kray, quivering, trembling, in full ecstasy. Teddy even blacked out for a moment because Ronnie just kept fucking him, calling him a bitch, grabbing his neck and squeezing him tighter into the fabric. But Teddy came and fucking came, it was so good, it was so-

"Fuck, fuckin'-", it was rare for Ronnie to moan - usually he came silently - but today he came loudly, as if he wanted Teddy's orgasm to last. Teddy could feel the hot spurts inside him, wanted to catch them with the tip of his tongue, choke on them, even as he loved the wetness building in his hole, more with each slide. Especially because Ronnie kept thrusting, really riding out the orgasm, fucking Teddy for several moments after he had cum.

It took Teddy a long time to get his breath back. Until he felt details, like the burning of his skin, like the heat on his back - Ronnie's nose must have been dripping, triggered slight aftershocks in Teddy's body. He couldn't move, even though Ronnie had long since braced himself and closed his pants again, giving Teddy a less soft shove in the ribs.

Teddy stayed down, just today, just briefly, as Ronnie brought the bamboo cane back into the hallway, stuck it in the beautiful vase as if it hadn't just been the tool of a satisfaction. He stroked his clothes, wrinkled his nose with a soft, pained sound, and then nudged Teddy lightly.

"We're going to bed, now, Teddy. Will you clean up?"

Teddy smiled. His body ached, throbbed, but he was fine. "Sure."

Teddy always cleaned up, tidied up when the evenings and nights ended like this. He fixed Ronnie's nose briefly, patted it so it wouldn't hang crooked in his face again in the morning. Then he put everything away, wiping what blood he could off the carpet still. But the dark stains remained. He would have to scrub along with Valerie tomorrow, while Ronnie would surely be sitting next to them, on the big armchair, eating a piece of warm carrot cake. The broad hand always slightly hollowed under his mouth, so that no crumbs would fall on his lap, neat, almost pedantic, as he sometimes was.

Before Teddy went upstairs, he took the brownish tin of pills with him, and with a quiet exhale, placed it on Ronnie's side of the bed. They always slept in the children's room when they were here - Valerie had never changed it because her sons had always been her everything.

"Will you take them, for me, Ronnie?" Teddy asked softly as he pulled his light blue shirt off his body, and with a pleasurable soft sound, lay down in bed next to Ronnie. He then gently placed the pillbox on Ronnie's chest, his eyes upturned to the scowling man. Ronnie's mouth twisted.

"Nah-"

"Please." Teddy pleaded, and indeed, Ronnie formed a large, cupped hand, dropped two pills into it, and swallowed them. Sometimes, when they'd been acting out, he was actually quite pleasant. Like they were in a real relationship, like it wasn't an honor that Teddy got to be here in bed - but something perfectly normal.

Normality.

Sometimes, but only sometimes, Teddy longed for it. For what Reggie and Frances had, for holding hands, for sex in the shower, for rides on Ronnie's lap because it felt so normal and good. Because for once, Teddy was in control.

But actually, it was also good the way it was. He at Ronnie's side - and with the two pills in him that always made him sleepy - Ronnie even pulled Teddy into a hug, letting him sleep with his head on his shoulder.

Almost comforting, like a boy who just wanted some soothing love after his fight and broken nose. Even if it was still Ron Kray.

But Teddy was his boy, and that was all that mattered.

He would endure.

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The Golden Trio explored the castle once more after Voldemort had been defeated.

They looked with tired eyes at the many rooms it had and noticed how welcoming the castle looked like, even after the war (partially) ruined it. It also resonated with grief as many people were saying their goodbyes to the loved ones that lost their lives in order to save the Wizarding World.

Harry and Ron never thought they'd miss being back in school. They never had the chance to think about the moment when they'd really have to say their last goodbye to the place that watched them grow.

Hogwarts would always be the place Harry considered his first home. The same place where he met his friends and family. The place where love grew between Ron and Hermione.

Harry and Ron agreed to move forward with their careers. Too many memories were attached to those walls. Hermione said she'd only come back because she wanted to obtain her N.E.W.T.s like any other student (Under normal circumstances).

Both men visited Hermione when she went to Hogsmeade during the weekends. Harry bought her a beautiful white owl for her birthday. He made Hermione promise she would let them know if anything bad happened.

Hogwarts had changed them all in various ways. New students would later arrive and meet the portraits of those who died fighting for a peaceful future.

George visited Hogwarts just to see Fred smile at him. He could hear his brother's voice once more. He quit going as the anniversaries passed by (As he slowly accepted his twin brother was not really there. Fred was alive, somewhere not too far away from his own soul.)

Harry talked to Albus and Severus' portraits. Ron never went back.

Some of those brave Hogwarts heroes continued to live inside other people's hearts, while some others got to grow older and have white hairs. It's not a fair ending, yet it is beautiful in its own way.

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