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thosebizzareserpents · 4 years

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“Party Time!!”

No Invite to the Slug Christmas Party? Boo Unfair!! Holiday Party in the Arithmancy Department, Professor Vector’s Classroom. Drinks, Food and Music! All fifth, sixth and seventh years welcome.

Hosted by Megan J. Daphne G. and Terry B.

commission by the lovely @zestivivi

@hptriadfest & @hprarepairnet

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hprarepairnet · 4 years

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@hprarepairnet & @slytherdornet bi-weekly challenge - polyamorous ships

you dragged me into love and for that, i will never forgive you.

» draco malfoy & cormac mclaggen & zacharias smith

#amaliabones #hprarepairnet #fandomaestheticnet #hpedit #draco x cormac x zacharias #ours #aesthetic #em #draco malfoy #cormac mclaggen #zacharias smith #i... tried?#coloring is sometimes hard

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keyflight790 · 4 years

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Neville is the goodest boy! When he’s drunk he’s even better. Libations help his nerves calm, and he’s even more quick with quips and puns and praise. He likes to make Ginny blush when he tells her how tall his stalks grow when he watches her on a broom, and loves the way Luna giggles when he compares her to a blooming sunflower, how she’s as hot as the sun when she twirls and dances in the dance floor lights.

They like to take him home when he’s had three or four, when he’s especially eager to please, moreso than usual, and they put his loose tongue to use.

#thank you for the ask #amaliabones #hope you like this #triad #silver trio #neville longbottom #ginny weasley #luna lovegood

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wandlores · 4 years

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Silver Mysteries

Pairing: Dudley Dursley x Luna Lovegood Words: 1,575 You can also read this on AO3. This is for the nonnie that requested this pairing! This is also for the @hprarepairnet Winter Challenge and their weekly prompt about New Years Eve!

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Dudley remembered her from Harry's Christmas Party the year before.

Her blonde curly hair was longer the year before, but her eyes were just as grey. They reminded him of his mother's old silver china she used only for specific occasions; mainly when his Aunt Marge would come to visit and berate Harry's entire existence. He remembered the way his mother would look down into the china as Marge yelled and the way her eyes would shine as though she saw a ghost. Dudley even wondered now if they were tears threatening to fall. Maybe she saw his Aunt Lily through that china, or maybe she only saw herself and what she was doing to an innocent child.

Dudley would never know, but he did know this: this girl's silver eyes displayed the truth; hopefully her truth was purer than his mother's past.

He at least hoped they were full of forgiveness if she knew about his old nature, if forgiveness was even what he deserved. Years had passed since Harry offered him his hand in forgiveness, but Dudley still didn't believe it. Every year when he would come around for the parties that Harry would invite him to, he wondered if it was all a prank. But as soon as he saw his cousin's relaxed smile, that's when he knew, the boy who lived had grown up, and so had he. He hoped every day that he proved that he was now a better man.

He remembered his heart racing as he caught sight of her the year before. She was laughing an airy laugh and brushed her hand gently against Neville's shoulder. Her smile was whimsical; almost if she came from a dream. He had never seen a sight so pure, he wondered if he even deserved it to unravel her mystery.

He had been standing alone at the party that night - still too awkward to interact with Harry's friends. He could still feel Hermione's distrusting glances from across the room, even if Ron would give him a reassuring smile. It was all just a reminder that maybe he still did not deserve the forgiveness he was given years before.

He was drinking a glass of ale and watching the crowd. Harry's old classmates laughed as Ron cracked a joke, and others were around the snack table sharing memories from their days at Hogwarts. Dudley was willing to admit then that he was always jealous of Harry's experience with magic, much to his father's dismay. He credited his openness of his jealousy as to why he no longer spoke to his father. He was done with his poison toxicity; he hoped his mother would someday join him.

His eyes had glanced away from her only for a moment that night, and when he turned his attention back to where she had previously stood, he was shocked to find that she was no longer there. He was startled moments later when he heard a delicate voice to his left.

"I wonder if mistletoe from the Muggle world is full of nargles as well, what do you think?"

He looked down and realized it was her. He had no idea what nargles were, and he could feel his face morphing into a puzzled look. He hoped she wouldn't take his look the wrong way. His throat was dry, so he took another sip of ale before he tried to respond, but she beat him to it.

"You're Harry's cousin, aren't you?"

Dudley looked down guiltily and nodded. He didn't say much else; that's when he felt her grasp his arm gently. He watched as her head motioned up above them. That's when he realized that's where the mistletoe hung. It was not a random question about mistletoe, it was true curiosity. Her smile was innocent as she gazed up at him, he even interpreted as expectant. It was then that the moment became too much. All he remembered next was walking away without looking back, with her eyes still imprinted in the back of his.

He had never seen her again since that night. He never even caught her name, until now.

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He wished he had kissed her. He had thought about it for over a year since then. He even avoided Harry's New Years Eve party the year before out of shame.

Why had he not just kissed the girl? But was that what she even wanted? He didn't even know her, yet.. she felt all too familiar. It was like he had met her before in a dream, or maybe, he really was just crazy.

This year, he still felt like he did not deserve Harry's forgiveness, but he felt more comfortable in Harry's crowd of friends. Most of them knew him at this point, and he even smiled when Ron cracked a joke. Rather than ale, he chose to drink champagne. He could feel his cheeks burning from intoxication; he had hit his perfect buzz.

She had arrived late; her long blonde curls were now cut to her shoulders, but her eyes were just the same. He had not forgotten them; he wasn't sure he ever could. They were the most striking eyes he had ever seen.

Dudley wasn't sure where he packed up the courage from, but he leaned into Ron as he took a swig from his stout, "Who is that girl?" he asked.

Ron followed his gaze, and he smiled, "That's Luna Lovegood. I'm surprised she didn't make herself known to you yet after all these years."

Oh, she had, Dudley thought, but he didn't say anything more. He just shrugged, "I had seen her around, we just have never really talked."

It wasn't a lie necessarily, she talked, and he didn't. He was about to ask Ron another question, but he was being swept away by Neville as a game of Muggle beer pong was about to begin. Ron motioned for him to join them, but he shook his head in response. He was too dazed by the girl with the silver eyes.

Deep in his thoughts, he didn't hear her approach him again. It was like de ja vu.

"Still wondering about those nargles?"

He felt his cheeks heat up again, but not from the alcohol, and looked down in her direction. She had a playful smile on her lips, but she did not look as though she was teasing him. She seemed rather serious with her question. She was an anomaly.

It must of been the champagne that gave him the courage to respond, so he asked, "What even is a nargle anyway?"

"Just a magical creature I am trying to prove exists. Many do not believe me."

"Why not?"

He wondered if he asked her too much, and just to double check, he looked above his head. No mistletoe this time; he felt disappointed even though the butterflies in his stomach had seemed to settle down.

He could see from the corner of his eyes that her eyes looked away dreamily as she answered him, "Because many people do not believe in things they cannot see. What about you, Dudley Dursley? Do you believe things exist that you cannot see?"

She looked back at him now, and her silver eyes were full of curiosity. She was studying him, as he was studying her. He wondered if this was a double-sided question, but Dudley knew he was probably over-thinking as he always seemed to do these days.

"I used to not," he answered her truthfully, "But after being absorbed into Harry's world, I think I do."

She tilted her head slightly to right, and her hand moved up behind his ear. He flinched away slightly from her touch, but she did not seem offended. It was then he saw that she had grabbed a sparkle away from his ear, "It must have been from Ron's party hat," she explained to him, "When you were asking him about me."

Stunned, Dudley felt his eyes widened, "How did you-?"

"I thought you said you believed in things you couldn't see? Sometimes people just know when they are being talked about."

Baffled, he wanted to have more of an explanation, but he didn't push her for it. Instead, she continued on with other random conversation. He listened to her soft voice intently, and she made him laugh throughout. Her smile made him feel at ease, and those eyes, those eyes made him start to love mysteries when before he used to despise them. Dudley wanted an answer for everything, he had gotten that trait from his father to his own detriment.

It was moments before the strike of midnight. Luna turned toward him and asked, "Do you now know my name?"

He knew she meant if he knew her, or if he wanted to know who she truly was as the clock stroke midnight into the new year. He wasn't sure how he knew that is what she meant, but it was something he could feel. It was something you couldn't see, only know. She wanted to know if he was drawn to the mystery of what they could be.

As he heard the chime of Harry's clock strike midnight and the party around them cheer, he did what he should have done under the mistletoe all those days and weeks before. He kissed her, and when he pulled away, he looked into her silver eyes and whispered, "Luna."

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colubrina · 4 years

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Pansy x Neville "Running into Longbottom and having him look so delightful was less of a karmatic episode and more of a 'fuck you' from destiny"

Running into Longbottom and having him look so delightful was less of a karmatic episode and more of a ‘fuck you’ from destiny. Not that Pansy believed in destiny. Not exactly. If she did, she’d have to admit Neville - fat, loser, Neville - had been apparently destined to be a hero and she… well, she had not. No, Pansy was a firm believer in the idea people made their own fates, and could remake them if necessary.

No, everyone got the opportunity for a do-over.

Which she needed.

Which was why she smiled at him as they both fumbled with their packages and tried to shake hands. “Fancy meeting you,” she said. “Could I interest you in a coffee on this cold afternoon?”

from Send me the pairing and first sentence…

#pansy X neville #pansy parkinson #neville longbottom #amaliabones #*writing #prompts

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reductos · 5 years

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mayfield-maxine ↠ amelia-bones

so i found another canon hp url that is hyphenated that i cannot resist. i also think amelia bones is an underrated badass, and she needs more representation. so please spread the word that i changed my url. x

#usernuwanda #userkale #userriya #user: sage #tuserelena #userhazel #userhan #userdaisy #amaliabones #mxrcusflint #userausten #usermahfoy #janehop

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crvdence · 5 years

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we want us like everything else

the world is ending, theo is going to be thrown into things he doesn't want to do, but blaise is ready to promise him he will be there no matter what. | thlaise | 1489 words | read in ao3

“why you don't understand.” theo breathed out, feeling as aggravated as his voice was giving away. “that is the end of the world.”

and blaise blinked up at him, surprised, trying to soak into the words of the younger, because it didn't sound like theodore nott at all. theo who has lived through hell and back wasn't prone to dramatics, he was sensitive, wary of the world, he was cautious, but he wasn't someone quick to panic and dramatics, he was a plotter, he was a strategist.

but the theodore nott in front of him, all white knuckles and shivering limbs and watery eyes, wasn't being any of those things. he was terrified and he was freaking out, and the fact itself was such a novelty, blaise zabini didn't know what to do.

“caro…” he took a step closer, his voice effortlessly sultry, effortlessly inviting. and at any given situation, it would have helped to calm theo down, to send him memories of blood oranges and sweet wine in the beaches of the south of france, of promises sealed through kisses against patches of scarred pale skin, of confidence shared in whispers over piles and piles of ancient parchments.

but it wasn't working this time. blaise wasn't able to push through the panic soaking every inch of theo’s body, to break the curse his lover seemed to be immersed in.

“don't caro me!” theo hissed, and the first tear rolled down his cheek like a translucent pearl, leaving a trace in its aftermath, disappearing under his chin. “it's the truth. it's the fucking truth!” the rage in theo’s voice was so surprising, blaise was completely taken aback by it. it was like looking at him for the very first time, hearing him for the very first time. this is what war, what pain and fear, did to someone you cherished so deeply. “my father is out of azkaban, i will have to take the dark mark, i will have to fight by voldemort’s side.” each word seemed to be followed by a bigger wave of panic, and by then, blaise didn't know how theo’s legs were holding him up. “e-everything is in shambles. e-everything is… and i-i will...” he finally reached a breaking point, a sob shaking his entire body, and blaise rushed to his side before he would collapse on the floor like a ragged doll.

he held him dearly, close, absorbing the sobs and the shudders of magic that came from his body, strong hands holding him up and making sure they were both as comfortable as they could be, even if kneeling on the floor, even if theo was doubled over himself with a posture that wasn't gracious or good for his back, as it wasn't the desperate wailing sounds tearing up his throat.

blaise allowed theo to cry out all his frustration, his fear and his panic. he let him unleash his demons, all the things he knew he was feeling but he didn't dare to say out loud because everything and everyone was a newfound enemy between four walls when a war was about to crash and burn everything built around them, no matter how much they might despise it. he didn't say anything, knowing there wasn't anything theo wanted to hear, and knowing that probably, there was no word of reassurance that could be sincere.

theo, in the end, was right. it was the bloody end of the world. at least, it was the end of the world as they have always lived in. and the idea of their world shifting, being destroyed, even if to be rebuilt into something better, lighter, was unbelievable for blaise.

the consequences of it were unimaginable. the idea of theo having to take sides of a war neither of them wanted, of having to be marked for a cause none of them believed in, was the worst case scenario, the worst and the most scary thing of their world ending.

it was the end of the world. and they were just two poor sods caught in the middle of it.

if everything wasn't so tense, and so awfully sad, blaise would have laughed. but he couldn't. because it was true it was the end of the world, and they were caught in the middle of it, but he could really love theo more than he did, in a world where it never was expected to happen, and that should be enough for tracing a plan, an escaping line.

and there wasn't a lot blaise couldn't offer, because theo was terrified and angry and sad and wrapped in an anxiety as big as all the magic he can keep inside his body, and blaise was fed up and melodramatic and unable to use as much resources as he wanted to use, but the two of them knew that all the things theo had listed, were final, as fixed as the sun going up every day in the sky.

it was the end of the world. theo’s father was out of azkaban. he was going to be forced to take the dark mark. he was going to fight at the war by voldemort’s side.

but there was another thing as fixed as their destiny and it was that they couldn't love each other more than they did, and they were going to find each other, after the war, after the end of the fucking world.

“theo, listen to me.” blaise started, calloused and rough fingers, skilled from flying, moved to wipe away the tears collecting underneath theo’s eyes, a smile perfect, still easy, reassuring. “i want to be with you, always.” he whispered, his voice firm. “even if the world is ending, i will go back to you and find you in the new world. i promise, i bloody promise, theo. i vow to you, do you understand? i will vow .”

theo looked at him like he was talking in parseltongue, his mouth agape, as if he was trying to really understand what blaise was saying to him, what he was implying, because those were heavy words, not to be taking slightly, even at the doors of the world ending. but before he could say anything else, blaise started to speak again.

“do you trust me? do you trust us enough?” and the heaviness of the question fell on theo’s chest like the weight of a tomb, but if the world was ending and he was going to die anyway, he would rather do it with a binding promise to blaise instead.

blaise smiled, and pressed his lips into theo’s chapped ones into a bruising kiss.

the hardest part about their promise was to find a bonder, someone who would help to cast the spell for them. draco laughed at them, calling them crazy, and telling them he wasn't going to shoulder the responsibility of such a stupid and rushed unbreakable vow. pansy refused as well, saying she wasn't going to sign a death sentence, whether or not they survived the actual war. daphne seemed horrified at the idea of them making an unbreakable vow, millicent snorted and warned them about not being hopelessly romantics and bloody idiots just because they were thrown into a war...

the bonder came from the place both of them were expecting the less, by the hand of astoria greengrass. she said she wasn't completely sure if this was the greatest of the ideas, but that she wasn't going to interfere into the desire of the two of them, if it was what the both truly wanted.

(“it should be so thrilling, shouldn't it?” she would whisper, giddy, over a cup of tea to theodore nott a few days before her agreement. “to have someone committing to you like that, words can't really describe it.”

and they didn't, so theo didn't say anything, he just felt the heat expanding through his body like a flame.)

a month before the battle of hogwarts theodore nott and blaise zabini made an unbreakable vow. it was week after theodore nott was forced to take the dark mark, when he was ambushed and taken by surprise, held down by a hand belonging to a flint and another one by a malfoy and with a wand held by his father, his fate sealed when dark strokes covered scarred skin.

there was no ritual, no fancy dresses, no pompous agreements. there was a lot of silence, and a lot of tears, theo’s hand tugging the hem of his tunic, as to make sure the mark was never going to be exposed, that it was never going to see the light.

when they held each other forearms, theo could feel the warmth seeping through the luxurious and thick fabric of blaise’s clothes, as rivulets of sparkly magic moved around them, sealing their future, as uncertain as it was, forever.

and the words exchanged were simple: “we will never, ever, be apart.”

#text #writing: drabble #raywritings #lightning era #theodore nott #blaise zabini #thlaise #snakepitnet #hpminorcharnet #purebloodnet #hprarepairnet #wizardingsource #amaliabones #ff-sunset-oasis

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curiouselfqueen · 6 years

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*busting through the door* dramionarry!!!! Halloween dramionarry! Anything you'd like really ☺

This is not perfect by any means, but I hope you like it!

“I still think we should open up the place to be a haunted house,” Hermione called as she wand-lit the sconces in the entryway. “We’d hardly have to do anything at all.”

“That’s not true!” Harry’s voice carried through the open door from the yard. He was enchanting toy bats to fly around the tree - or overgrown shrub, depending on who you asked. Hermione chuckled to herself at Harry’s affronted tone.

After the fidelius charm had been broken on Grimmauld Place, Harry hadn’t tried to conceal its location again. He had wanted to stay there and over the years the house had undergone some improvements. However, the place was still not what Hermione would describe as homey or even comfortable most of the time. No matter how sentimental both her men were about this house though, Number 12 Grimmauld Place still had the right amount of creep factor for Halloween.

Hearing the creak of the iron gate, she barely registered the tall, pale form of Draco coming up the walk before seeing Harry dart out from behind the tree chased by a swarm of bats. His panicked eyes locked with hers for half a second before he dropped to the floor.

“IMMOBULUS!”

She heard Draco drop the bundle of bags he had been carrying and quickly darted her eyes to each of their neighbors, wand arm still outstretched. True, the townhouse was no longer magically concealed but they still had their own enchantments surrounding the place. With such a blatant display of magic though, it was always best to check.

Harry was laughing as he picked himself up off the ground, brushing grass and leaves off his jumper.

“Hey! Chess pieces!” he shouted to neither Hermione or Draco in particular. “That’s what we could be this year! Hermione’s queen --”

“And you’ll be the knight?” Draco interjected as he walked over and picked up Harry’s glasses off the ground.

“Ron’s the knight,” said Hermione and Harry at the same time.

“I’m missing something again,” Draco sighed and turned to walk back to his bags, Harry’s glasses still in his hand.

“Be glad you did,” Harry said trotting after him. “Those damned flying keys almost made me not want to get on a broom ever again.” He swiped his glasses from Draco’s hand and swung around to give him a quick kiss. “And that was only first year.”

Draco slowly turned on his heel to look at Hermione still standing on the porch. “That was true?”

The witch just smiled and asked what was in the bags.

“Candy.”

“Candy? But that bag says Swills and Swallows - and that one says Sugar Fairies! Draco! Why on earth did you buy such expensive candy? And so much!”

“You said that one of the key points of the evening was massive amounts of candy and chocolate-”

“But Draco,” she said now laughing a little but not wanting to seem as though she were laughing at her boyfriend, “it’s for kids. And we’ll likely get lots of muggle kids if we take some of the wards down! It’s meant to be loads of cheap candy. They sell it en mass at the stores.”

“What.” Draco picked up his purchases and began walking towards the house.

“When you said you wanted to go out and get the candy I thought maybe you would get cauldron cakes, sugar quills, ice mice - Honeyduke’s stuff to mix in with the muggle candy. Stuff we had when we were kids.”

Draco hoisted the bags up and dropped them on the table in the entryway. “What is the point of getting cheap candy? Especially when we can afford the nice chocolates! What’s the point in running around begging for things you could just find anywhere? I really don’t understand this version of All Hallows Eve you two have…”

“He kind of has a point,” Harry said as he reached into one of the bags, pulling out a chocolate frog. “We’d definitely be a hit.”

“I don’t know that we really need to be drawing attention to ourselves…”

“Oh, it’s Halloween! You know we get away with more than usual this time of year.”

“Aren’t you an Auror?” Draco mumbled.

“Aren’t you a pain in my arse?”

“Oh, I could be, you-”

“Yes, alright… just no --” Harry had ripped open the wrapper letting the chocolate frog leap into the air and land right on top of Hermione’s head. “No magical candy…”

Send me a Halloween prompt!

#Dramionarry #Draco x Harry x Hermione #Drarry #Harmony #Dramione #Hermione Granger #Harry James Potter #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Halloween #my writing #amaliabones #asks & answers

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merflk · 6 years

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d r a m i o n a r r y for @amaliabones

draco x hermione x harry

#dramionarry #hpedit #hp #amaliabones #ff-sunset-oasis #userzelle #useryenna #edit #aesthetic #original #meraudurs #moodboard

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willowlark369 · 6 years

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Just wanted to let you know how much I'm enjoying your posts about the avengers and Tony in particular I've been having the best time seeing your blog while on my commute

Thank you so much for saying that. I’m always a bit nervous posting my analyses. One of my first few got hijacked by trolls (hence why the more recent ones have some of the warnings & tags they do) and I still get messages from the trolls’ end. Is there anything you’re secretly hoping I end up talking about?

#amaliabones

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nevillelongsbottom · 6 years

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2, 9, 14, and 15 for charlie x neville!

i’m doing a happy dance for this ship

2. Who would become a stalker, in the right (wrong) situation?I don’t think either would become a stalker in the wrong situation, but I can certainly imagine Neville having some trouble finding the courage to speak to Charlie and inadvertently becoming a stalker. But with good motives. I swear.

9. Who would write long, beautiful poems for the other?I think Charlie would do it jokingly; they’d both probably be too embarrassed to ever write each other actual heartfelt poems. Charlie would probably write Neville the next “eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad” with the help of his siblings.

14. Who would spend too much money on expensive gifts for the other? I feel like Neville is probably really thrifty and doesn’t really feel the need to spend much money, so it’s probably Charlie. Charlie probably knows how to be thrifty, but loves spending money when he’s got it and buying really nice stuff.

15. Who would fight an impossible battle to give the other time to escape?Not gonna lie, I could totally see both of them doing it! They’re both brave Gryffindors and they would both want to protect the other, but I feel like, if it really came down to it, Charlie would probably force Neville to leave. Charlie would probably be prepared, what with all his siblings, to straight-up just shove Neville or something whereas Neville would probably never do that.

send me a ship and an ask!

#thank you!! <3 #amaliabones #answered

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thosebizzareserpents · 4 years

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HP Triad: Terry Boot x Megan Jones x Daphne Greengrass

#terry boot #megan jones #daphne greengrass #megan x daphne x terry #hp triad #poly ship #polyamory #I decided to change it #to a well known minor character #terry is a fav too #new triad #hptriadsnet #amaliabones

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pommedeplume · 6 years

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WOuld you ever write cursed child fanfiction? (also, hello!)

Hi!

I already have ;): http://archiveofourown.org/series/522136

#scorbus #amaliabones

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synoir · 6 years

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1, 8, and 11 for triad asks!

Sorry for the late answer! I saw this when I was just bout to sleep and then work and then– well!

1. What’s your top 3 favorite triads?

as answered before here

Sirius x Hermione x Remus

Abraxas x Tom x Hermione

Draco x Theo x Hermione

8. Favorite trope for triads?

That’s a bloody hard question, but I think post-war/healing thing. I just love that.

Also, soulbond. like. Yes.

11. Have you ever written any triad fics? If so, talk about one of them.

Well. Not yet. I am currently kind-of writing some. There actually going to be a triad in The World is Not Enough, but I’m not going to give any spoilers.

There is this Muggle AU that I’ve began to write that has a rather bombastic what this girl thinks she is writing??! kind of triad but that, too, is a secret. And believe me I want to spoil it. I wanna scream about it to the skies. It’s gonna be really really daring if I may say so myself.

But imagine. Three people, two men one woman, in love -surrounded by tattoo shops, guns, bars, and lots and lots of sex. That’s more or less what the story is gonna evolve around.

Thanks for the ask!

Triad Asks

#amaliabones #Answered #triad asks #know your synoir

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wandlores · 5 years

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The Art of Seduction

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Pansy Parkinson Words: 1,071 You can also read this on AO3. This is for @the-girl-that-crys-at-the-club who requested this pairing MONTHS ago. Sorry it took so long to get to! I hope you enjoy it. I also used the prompt you sent which was, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

For the first time in Hermione's life, she was running late. Late for Hermione meant she was only going to be ten minutes early to her interview. This was a huge opportunity; she couldn't mess it up. She wouldn't allow herself to, which meant she was in a panic as she ran to the elevator with her hot coffee in her hand.

Then the worst thing imaginable happened; she ran into the person in front of her and spilled her coffee down the front of her entire blouse. She didn't even care that her skin was burning, she was more worried about how ridiculous she would look when she walked into her interview.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Hermione hissed loudly under her breath.

The stranger she ran into turned around to glare at Hermione, but then she watched as a smirk spread across the stranger's face.

"That's why you don't run with hot coffee," the stranger told her, "And why you are not impatient to get on the elevator."

Hermione glared at her. The stranger was put together flawlessly, wearing a red pencil skirt and white blouse. If Hermione wasn't already self-conscious, she was now. She tried to cover it up though as she threw her now empty coffee cup into the nearby trash and flipped her curls over her shoulder.

"There is no need for you to be so rude," Hermione retorted, "I do apologize."

The stranger waved her hand in the air as if to say it was no big deal, but Hermione could see past her facade. She expected to get another lecture, but the stranger surprised her with her words.

"I have an extra blouse in my office if you would like to change. You can always just bring it back to me in the future."

Hermione looked down at her wrist watch and realized she had only seven minutes until her interview. Panicking, she nodded and accepted the offer. She could not blow this job opportunity, but she couldn't go in with a stained shirt either, so she followed the stranger onto the elevator as the doors opened.

They were the only ones occupying it, and this is when Hermione took the opportunity to study the stranger and her genuineness. Her green eyes were stunning, and her black hair was cut into a sharp a-line. It was as sharp as the stranger's jaw. She looked like she had just walked out of Vogue magazine. Hermione was envious, but she also found herself wondering what her plump red lips would feel like against her-

Hermione shook her head to make the thoughts go away, and the stranger noticed. She perked up her brow as the door opened to her floor.

Hermione shuffled in her heels after the stranger as they reached her office. She tried to avoid the blonde secretary's eyes as she passed by her desk.

Once they were in the stranger's office, Hermione felt even more envious. Her walls facing the busy New York streets were floor-length windows, and she had a beautiful view of the city. It was modern and sleek, just like the stranger herself. If only Hermione had this office right now. She wondered how this woman did it. She couldn't be any older than her, but now was not the time for questions. It was time to change and get ready for her interview.

The stranger went to her desk and opened up the bottom drawer. She grabbed a white blouse and threw it at Hermione. Hermione caught it and instantly started unbuttoning her shirt. She didn't even think about the fact that she was about to strip her top off in front of a stranger. All she knew was that she needed to change and fast.

She heard the stranger clear her throat and looked up once her own blouse slid off her shoulders. She was standing there in her bra and instantly felt herself flush as she realized what she just did. The stranger could have at least turned around. How inconsiderate of her.

“If I didn’t know any better," the stranger said, "I'd say you were trying to seduce me.”

Flustered, Hermione started to stutter incoherent words, but the stranger interrupted her.

"Just put the blouse on. I'm only fucking with you."

Fucking. If only.

Hermione told herself to get a grip and slipped the stranger's blouse on and started buttoning the buttons up. The stranger sat in the chair behind her desk and started casually spinning in it. Hermione tried to ignore her, but it wasn't working well. All she could focus on was the chair squeaking and the stranger's red nails tapping against the top of her desk.

"You clearly have never been here before," the stranger commented, "What are you doing in my building?"

My building. She was a Parkinson. Hermione gulped.

"I-uh, I have an interview today."

Hermione tried to flatten the wrinkles out on her skirt and adjusted it around her waist. She was doing anything she could to avoid Ms. Parkinson's eyes. This was who was supposed to interview her. Hermione could not be more humiliated.

She noticed from the corner of her eye that Ms. Parkinson's eyes perked up in surprise and a smile spread across her face.

"Hermione Granger," she said as though something sweet was on her tongue, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I have to say, after that show, I seem to know you well. I hope to get to know you better."

Once again, Hermione was stunned to the point of having no words. But rather than try to speak, she just sat down on the chair in front of Ms. Parkinson's desk.

"I'm Pansy Parkinson," she told Hermione, "But I assume you know that already."

Hermione nodded and still didn't say anything. Pansy got up from her seat so she was closer to Hermione. She sat on the edge of her desk and crossed her legs. Hermione tried hard not to stare at them.

"So you want to be my assistant?" Pansy asked.

Hermione nodded again, "Yes."

"I have seen enough," Pansy told her, "You're hired."

"But-" Hermione started, but Pansy leaned over and put her perfectly manicured finger against her lips. Hermione's skin was on fire.

"Can you start now?" Pansy asked.

Hermione watched as Pansy stood up and started to unbutton her blouse; all Hermione could manage to do was give her another nod.

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48 and 51 for the fanfiction questions!

48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not?Yes. I leave a comment on every chapter of anything I read. I know how awful it feels to see your view counts go up but not get comments and while no one will ever call my reviews their favorites - I tend to write pretty short ones - I think it’s important to take the time to thank the people whose work I am enjoying.

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!It infuriates me when people repost stories in groups or on other sites despite knowing authors have asked that not be done. It’s utterly disrespectful of the people who’ve taken their free time to write stories for you to enjoy, and I hope everyone who does it steps on a lego every day of their lives.

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