#because yes that's ginny

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LUCA HOLLESTELLE IN DE LUDWIGS

#luca hollestelle #lucahollestelleedit #underused fc #de ludwigs #redhead fc #ginny weasley #because yes that's ginny

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Come Over

cw: mentions blood and injury- everyone is fine.

Nothing was going according to plan.

Harry had invited Draco to come over and celebrate Valentine's Day a couple of days early; he would have the kids on the actual day and as much as Draco loved his kids, it just seemed like a night better spent alone when your relationship (especially the physical part of it) was relatively new.

What Harry hadn't been planning on was Teddy catching the cold of the century, and Alex's pet iguana buggering off to who knows where, and for Ben's entire art supply collection to get dumped across the floor. He hadn't been planning on it being so hard to get the kids handed off to Ginny and out the door, so close to the time that Draco was meant to be arriving. He hadn't planned on tripping over the toys that were still strewn about and cracking his head on the corner of the table.

And he hadn't planned on blacking out, only to be revived by a very concerned looking Draco.

He tried to sit up and immediately groaned, the world spinning around him, grasping his head and feeling the sticky, wet spot where blood had started to congeal, pooling down into his hair. "Urrgh," he managed, pulling his hand away, grateful that Draco had obviously healed whatever wound was there.

"Hold on," Draco said quickly, trying to get Harry to lie back.

"No. I'm fine-" he said swatting Draco's hand away and pushing himself to his feet.

Fortunately, Draco reached out to steady him because just as quickly as he'd stood he found himself collapsing forward again, body swaying dangerously. "For fuck's sake," Draco grunted, heaving Harry's body onto the couch. "Lie down for a moment. You've lost a lot of blood."

Harry watched, sulking but obedient, as Draco dug through his bag.

"Here," he said holding out a vial, "blood replenishing potion," he added.

He swallowed it down, gagging a bit at the horrid texture.

"Pain potion for the massive headache that I'm sure you've got."

With a groan he swallowed that one too and the pain in his head lessened to a more reasonable level. "Sorry," he croaked, rubbing his eyes. "This wasn't-"

"Shut up," Draco snapped and Harry looked up at him uncertainly, he didn't often use that tone with him anymore. "Sorry," he said, pressing a shaking hand to his mouth. "Sorry, Harry, you-" he broke off, shaking his head, "I thought that-"

"Hey," Harry said, reaching for him, tugging him down toward the couch. "Hey," he whispered, pulling him into his arms as he saw the tears bright in his eyes. "Tell me," he requested.

"You were laying on the floor in a pool of blood," he rasped. "You weren't moving, I thought-"

"Oh," he said, holding Draco tighter, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

Draco nodded against his neck.

"Sorry," he breathed again. "I'm alright."

Draco nodded again and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, holding him for a long moment. When he pulled back he said, "Come on," helping Harry up off the couch. "Let me run you a bath and I'll wash the blood out of your hair."

Harry groaned, even as he allowed Draco to tug him along to the bathroom, "That's disgusting, I don't want you to have to clean me up-"

"It's literally my job," Draco said, "I clean people up from things worse than this all the time. I don't think it's disgusting at all."

"With a cleaning spell, not a sponge bath," Harry argued, feeling quite silly as he thought about the situation as a whole. Draco must think that he was a complete idiot. And how can you find someone attractive if you think they're stupid and incompetent. Maybe the floor would just swallow him.

Draco started the bath with a tidy flick of the wand before his hands were carefully undressing Harry, like he was a child unable to do it himself.

"Honestly, Draco," he huffed, pushing his hands away, "I'm fine! I can-"

"Let me?" Draco asked, voice coming out soft and hesitant. "I know you can do it," he added. "But just," he let out a shuddering sigh, "let me help. Let me take care of you?"

Harry blinked, people didn't take care of him. Hadn't ever really taken care of him, outside of the hospital induced injuries. He frowned uncertain, "You don't have to do that-"

"I want to," Draco said, palm cupping Harry's cheek as his eyes searched Harry's. "I want so badly to be allowed to take care of you, to love you, to treat you with all of the tenderness in the world."

"Why?" Harry asked, not sure why he was trying so hard to push the other man away when he was just trying to do something kind.

But Draco's eyes just softened around the edges, "You deserve to be taken care of."

Throat a little too tight, all Harry could do was nod.

The smile that lit up Draco's face was breath-taking and he slowly, reverently undressed Harry, like he was something precious, something fragile. When he'd finished undressing him, he helped him into the tub, resting his head against the back, folding a towel under his neck.

Harry sighed and let his body relax into the warm water, watching Draco from the corner of his eye as he rolled up his sleeves and gathered the supplies to wash his hair.

Quietly, Draco took care of him; washing and conditioning his hair, keeping the water the perfect temperature, adding in lavender bath salts while he massaged Harry's scalp, soothing away the last of his headache.

"Thanks," he murmured, tipping his head back to look at Draco.

"Of course," Draco replied, combing Harry's still-damp curls back so he could press a kiss to his forehead. "Come on," he said softly. "Let's go eat the food I brought in your bed."

Harry allowed himself to be pulled from the tub, Draco dried him with a soft, fuzzy towel that he'd cast a heating charm on before bundling him into the room. Draco fed him grapes, and cheese, and characters, and meats, placing the foods on Harry's tongue for him. And then finished off by feeding him sweet chocolates that melted in his mouth.

When they'd finished eating, Draco packed everything away before slipping the two of them under the covers and holding Harry close.

Humming, he let his eyes drift closed, "I feel a little guilty."

"Why?" Draco asked curiously, pressing a kiss to his temple.

He shrugged, "tonight was supposed to be about us," he said. "We were supposed to get to have some quality time-"

"We are," Draco said, like he was confused by Harry's words.

"No," he huffed, "I mean we were supposed to get to have dinner with candles, drink a nice bottle of wine, have steamy sex-"

Draco huffed a laugh, "You're on blood replenishers and you have a head injury. This is just what the healer ordered-"

"I know," he said, curving his body into Draco's, letting the other man's arm draw him closer. "You're not dating me so that you can have one more patient-"

"Harry," he interrupted, "You're not another patient. I love you," he said softly. "Taking care of each other is what you do when you love someone. You take care of me, too," he added.

"That's different."

"Different how?" Draco asked with a laugh.

He shook his head, pressing his forehead against Draco's collarbone. "I don't know. I just like to do it for you but I don't like you doing it for me."

"Why?"

"What are you, my therapist?" he grumbled.

"No," he said, "Just your boyfriend, trying to understand why you're allowed to love and care for me, but I'm not allowed to do the same."

He swallowed, thought for a moment, tried to get the words in order. "I just," he sighed, "I don't want to be too much," he whispered. "I want to make it easy for you to stay, not harder."

"And you think letting me take care of you when you're hurt makes it harder to love you?"

He shrugged, "yeah."

"Being allowed to love you, being allowed to take care of you," he said, "It's a privilege. I know this is hard for you, letting people in, feeling like you're burdening them with your existence-"

Harry's eyes stung at the casual way Draco put those feelings into words.

"-and I'm grateful that you let me love you. The real you," he added softly. "He's my favorite."

Harry huffed a derisive laugh, "the sniveling mess, who tripped over a toy and bashed his own head in, is your favorite?"

"No," Draco said, "the sniveling mess who let me take care of him when it was hard is my favorite. The sniveling mess who tells me about what he's struggling with while clinging to me like a limpet is my favorite. You, being honest with me, letting me see the hurt," he kissed Harry's forehead, "You're my favorite."

"Thanks," he whispered, not entirely ready to believe Draco but not ready to push any further either.

"Thank you," he murmured back, kissing Harry's forehead.

And it wasn't always easy, healing from the wounds of childhood, but both Harry and Draco found that the patience, love, and dedication of the other was enough in time.

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written for the @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: 'Come Over'

read more of my hdcandyheartsfest23 fics here.

#did i give all of the children different names because i hate the idea of harry and ginny naming their kids what they did? maybe. #(yes. the answer is yes i did.) #fluff #also should probably be part of the 'author is attempting to heal from trauma' series *finger guns* #drarry #love #soft #hdcandyheartsfest #established relationships #care giving #healing #tenderness #healer draco #divorced harry #dad harry

[handledwithgloves]

and what weapon would they be???

#personally i fancy weapon draco #he’d be a rapier at heart but a long sword in harry’s hands because it matches him #also ron would be the weapon to hermione im not sure what weapon yet but possibly something blundt #and luna would be a weapon she’d be an antique hunting rifle and she’s be all white with lil pretty details #and yes im thinking of meister ginny wieling her #dean and seamus could go either way but im leaning towards weapon seamus as for neville hes a meister without a weapon cuz i cant think rn #harry potter #drarry #draco malfoy #soul eater #meister #meister and weapon

[narukoibito]

since feeling is first who pays any attention — chapter two

Summary: Ginny has done her fair share of watching Harry over the years.

AO3 | FF.net

Note: Thank you all for the wonderful birthday wishes last time! Hope you enjoy a glimpse of Ginny during Prisoner of Azkaban!

ii.

Ginny leans out of the train window, the cold metal and glass pressing against her stomach, waving to Mum and Dad as the train speeds away. The wind whips strands of her hair into her face, but that has nothing to do with the tears that well in her throat. She swallows them down, waving harder until the train turns a corner and blocks her parents from view.

She tries hard to not feel like a cloud has blocked the sun.

Ron stops waving beside her and turns his head toward Harry and Hermione.

“Go away, Ginny,” says Ron suddenly. His voice isn’t unkind, but the words sting.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Ginny huffs.

Her eyes flicker to Hermione’s apologetic smile and then to Harry’s green eyes for just an unbearable second before she automatically looks away. She holds her breath, but neither says anything.

Right then. Ginny lifts her chin and stalks off, anger and sadness churning inside her.

You would think saving someone’s life might bring you closer to them. Form a bond, perhaps. But as always, that would be asking for too much, wouldn’t it? Instead, her embarrassment around Harry Potter has only worsened over time.

All summer, she bottled up the scorching Egyptian sunlight, letting it spread through her body to dispel a haunting coldness that resided in the darker corners under her skin. It was easy to block out what happened when she was surrounded by family; Dad’s warm hand on her head, Mum’s soft hugs, and even her brothers’ annoying hovering were a comfort.

Each day, blinding gratitude pulsed through her. Apparently nearly dying does that to you. Puts things in perspective; makes you hyper aware of all the things often taken for granted.

This summer was ablaze with life and love, each new breath a fresh flame.

But here, on the train clanging its way back to Hogwarts, a chill starts to seep back in. She puts one foot in front of another, away from Ron, Hermione, and Harry Potter.

The compartments are filled with happy students reuniting with their friends after a long summer. There are also the eager first years, bright eyed and flushed with excitement. Her heart sinks as she makes her way down the corridor. None of the compartments seems any more inviting than the last.

The sight of Fred and George’s hair sends a shot of hope through her, but they’re fully immersed with other members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Everyone is laughing, probably at something the twins said. They might be telling them about Egypt and how they tried to lock Percy in a tomb. She could join in, maybe do that impression of Percy that had them in stitches. She hesitates in front of the compartment window, wondering if they will notice her.

Go away, Ginny.

Stomach clenching, she goes on.

With dread, she nears the end of the train. That’s when she sees a few of her fellow second-year girls in a compartment, a mix of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff that she recognizes from Charms. She searches her mind for their names: Demelza, Robin, and…maybe Lucy? The empty spot next to Demelza signals that there’s enough space for her.

All Ginny needs to do is open the door and ask. It’s easy, she tells herself, even as her heart starts to pound. It’s easy.

But she can’t move.

What if they ask about the things she doesn’t remember? The memories she longs to forget? The nightmares she can’t escape?

One of the girls throws her head back in silent laughter, the sound swallowed up by the train’s engine and metal sliding over metal.

Cold slips down Ginny’s back like a shard of ice, even though her skin feels unbearably hot. The overwhelming juxtaposition of hot and cold makes her sick.

She stumbles forward, unseeing, bashing her elbow against the food trolley as it pushes past. The glimpse of the trolley witch’s wide-eyed gaze that only makes her chest seize with more panic. Her breathing sounds labored and harsh to her ears, like the air can’t get through her tightened throat. She slides open the door to the loo and shoves herself inside, her numb fingers fumbling against the lock until it takes.

She leans over the small sink, feeling the blood pumping through her veins. She wants to scream, she wants to cry. Fighting back the urge, she bites her quivering lip, refusing to give in. Not now, not here, not again.

Focus, Ginny.

Her eyes cast about, trying to find an anchor, but when they land on her reflection, she knows it was a mistake as she grazes against an unwanted memory—hollow eyes staring back, bright blood on her hands that won’t come off. She slams her eyes shut. Flashes of icy fear and hot shame flare through her aching chest.

She focuses on the memory of Bill in Egypt, the way the sun glinted on his fang earring, the soft warmth in his eyes behind his familiar smile.

Focus, he said, leading her through a dark tomb. His steady hands guided hers through the motion of new spells. Ginny was never afraid of the dark, but that was before nightmares that had her waking to strangled screams, sounds of hisses and laughter ringing in her ears. Trust yourself; you’ll find the way out.

That sunlight in the darkness.

Her breath finally evens out. Her legs are shaky, and she slumps back on the closed toilet lid. She feels drained, weak.

The sweat on her brow begins to cool her overheated skin. How long has she been here?

It dawns on her where she is. A short laugh escapes her lips, echoing in the loo.

A flicker of anger stirs her blood. She has spent enough of her time alone in girls’ loos, a shell of the person she used to be.

Ginny spent a year under the thumb of the darkest wizard in the world, fading with each day.

Nothing else will ever compare.

She won’t let Tom take more from her. He has already taken too much. Steeling herself, she stands and opens the door.

Before she can head back toward Demelza’s compartment, the train jolts to a hard stop. The momentum topples her over. Her hands feel tender and raw against the train floor. Sounds of students yelping and thuds of luggage falling in disarray fill the air.

Without warning, the lanterns go out, throwing the entire train into darkness. Everything goes quiet.

That momentary strength inside Ginny flickers.

The inky blackness sends her heart racing. For all the sunlight she has tried to trap inside her, the fear creeps back in whenever the sun dips beyond the horizon. Stupid little girl. She hates proving Tom right, but she hasn’t been able to sleep alone since the Chamber. The only thing that has helped is sneaking into Ron’s room. He always opens the door without a word, his face drawn. He doesn’t tease her, even if she cries. Even if she screams in her sleep. Aside from Harry Potter, Ron is the closest one who knows the pipes, the freefall, the plunging darkness.

Ginny gags. It’s almost as if she’s choking on the rotting stench of Basilisk skin.

Ron.

Through the eerie silence, a compartment door opens and—is that Harry’s voice?

Ginny blindly hurries toward the voices, her screaming instincts guiding her. Her fingers pull a door open, but then someone slams right into her, and they let out two squeals of pain.

“Who’s that?”

“Who’s that?” she returns.

“Ginny?”

Relief makes Ginny weak. “Hermione?”

“What are you doing?”

“I was looking for Ron—”

“Come in and sit down—”

Ginny rushes into the pitch-black compartment, her knees buckling under her. She immediately sits, but the seat is surprisingly bony and warm.

“Not here! I’m here!” says Harry, his voice squeaky.

Her system overloads with embarrassment. Did she just sit on Harry bloody Potter?

She leaps up and trips over a pair of legs.

“Ouch!” says a boy she doesn’t recognize.

She finally falls into a miraculously empty seat when a wizard shouts, “Quiet!”

Her heart pounds in her throat. What is an older wizard doing here?

There is a soft click and light floods their surroundings, revealing a ragged, tired-looking wizard holding a handful of flames.

“Stay where you are,” he orders, as if Ginny came here only to leave. But before he can move, the door slowly slides open again, and she can’t help but think surely this compartment can’t fit yet another.

She smells something putrid before she sees anything. But as a darkly hooded figure appears at the door, the smell of decay intensifies. It draws a long, slow, and rattling breath, as if to suck in more than air from the environment.

An intense cold overtakes her. It penetrates deeper than her skin, straight to her core. It’s so cold, it radiates from within her. To her horror, she recognizes this feeling.

It’s the painful drawing of a soul from her body.

Ginny gasps. It sounds like a wet sob, but the air is so cold it hurts to breathe. That lack of air makes her body shake.

It’s like she’s back in the Chamber, helplessly sobbing and pleading. Tom leers down at her, turning more solid the colder she becomes. Panic surges through her, amplifying her tremors.

Destroy the diary, her mind screams, but her hand refuses to move no matter how she tries.

In the weak light, Harry falls from his compartment seat, and her heart seizes up in despair.

Her vision blurs. Everything is a wash of fluid dark watercolors. Harry, lying on the Chamber floor, unmoving, blood pooling around him.

“Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain,” Dad said, but what does where it keeps its brain have to do with anything? A person turned monster created that diary.

Is there anything she can trust?

A thick white fog swirls inside, dragging her down. Her body descends to the damp floor, the cold seeping into the back of her robes feels warmer than her own skin—

The intense cold starts to recede, and noises return to her muffled ears. The horrific thing has drifted away, the wizard standing guard at the door, his wand still raised and ready. The lanterns flicker back on, and the floor begins to shake underneath them once again.

Slowly, Ginny begins to register activity. Almost from afar, she watches as Ron slaps a ghastly pale Harry, trying to wake him. How is it that everyone else can move?

Colin Creevey, Mrs. Norris, Nearly Headless Nick, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Penelope Clearwater, Hermione Granger, and now—Harry Potter is dead.

He’s dead and it’s all my fault.

But then Harry stirs. His green eyes blink open, and thick tears blur her vision once more.

“What happened?” he asks, voice small.

Ginny makes a strangled noise, her freezing hand covering her mouth. He’s alive. She doesn’t know what happened to the hooded figure, but Harry Potter is alive, they aren’t in the Chamber, and Tom is gone.

These realizations don’t seem to be enough to stop the tremors still shaking through her. Her body doesn’t seem prepared to recover yet.

She huddles her knees closer as she chokes back a sob. She hears someone coming over and then feels someone’s—Hermione’s—arm around her. She needs to get a hold of herself; later, she will feel hot shame over falling apart in front of Ron’s friends, yet again proving she doesn’t belong. But right now she feels raw and hollowed out, and she can’t help but lean into the warm touch and comfort.

Eventually, she pulls herself together enough to force down some chocolate. It helps, but she can’t shake the lingering chill.

She glances through her lashes, guiltily, at Harry. He was the only one affected worse than her, and she wonders if he thought of anything or anyone, Tom’s laugh, Basilisk blood. She wants to ask, but he doesn’t look her way. He stares out the window as rain runs past the pane, a haunted look in his eyes.

Ginny bites her tongue and looks away.

#since feeling is first who pays any attention #Did I pick this moment because I wanted to highlight that missed moment when Ginny sat on Harry? Yes. Yes I did. #ginny weasley #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #missed moments #canon compliant #prisoner of azkaban

[carewyncromwell]

Ginny 🤝 Carewyn

1994 was an incredibly eventful year in the Wizarding World. Although yes, one could've surmised as much in response to the terrifying Death Eater attack after the Quidditch World Cup Final between Bulgaria and Ireland, no one outside of the Ministry really knew just how much was planned for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry until the term started. One hint, however, could be found in the students' list of necessary school supplies for the year ahead -- new to the list this year were a proper set of dress robes, appropriate to a formal event. And upon receiving her list of school supplies, Ginny Weasley was delighted to learn from her mother that her oldest and favorite brother Bill's best friend, Carewyn Cromwell, had volunteered to help her shop for some dress robes.

"Now, Carewyn said she might not be able to buy you whatever you want," Mrs. Weasley said bracingly. "You know she doesn't earn any more than your father...and while renting a flat in London, no less! But she thought that some new robes, even on clearance, might be a nice belated birthday gift..."

Ginny wasn't the least bit unhappy by this. Not only had she assumed she'd have to wear something of her mum or aunt's, but the thought of going out shopping with Carewyn was enough to make the thirteen-year-old bounce with glee. She always liked it whenever Carewyn visited the Burrow as it was, but being able to spend some private "girl's time" with Bill's best friend was beyond exciting.

And so a few days before term started, the youngest Weasley dressed in her favorite dress, jumper, tights, and boots, and then thundered downstairs to the fire. She even ended up running into Ron and Harry on the stairs, and -- after biting back her blush as best she could -- she darted away toward the kitchen before Ron could make too much fun of her for it. Once it was 10 o'clock, Mrs. Weasley walked Ginny over to the fireplace so she could send her on her way to the Leaky Cauldron, where Carewyn would be meeting her. Bill and Charlie were both there to see her off too.

"Tell Carey we said hi," Bill told his sister with a smile.

"Better yet, force her to come back to the Burrow with you when you're done," Charlie added more forcefully.

"Oh, Charlie," Mrs. Weasley scolded, lightly batting him on the arm. Once she had, though, she said as an aside to Ginny, "Do try to invite Carewyn back over for a visit, though, Ginny dear -- while your brothers are still here..."

Ginny couldn't help but grin. "Okay."

And with this, she grabbed some Floo Powder, tossed it at her feet, very clearly shouted, "DIAGON ALLEY!", and disappeared with a flash of green flame and smoke.

When Ginny climbed out of the Leaky Cauldron's Floo grate a few seconds later, she immediately found Carewyn standing there waiting on the other side of the grate. The ginger-haired lawyer was as pretty as always with her trademark bright red lipstick, dressed in a crisp, white collared shirt, thigh-length black skirt and a tailored black waistcoat.

At the sight of Carewyn, Ginny's brown eyes lit up like miniature suns.

"CAREY!"

Carewyn had to open her arms quickly so as to catch the smaller girl as she threw her arms around her, squeezing tight.

"Hi, Ginny," Carewyn couldn't bite back a full, amused smile.

Ginny looked up at Carewyn, unable to keep the huge, giddy grin off her flushed, sooty, freckled face.

"Bill, Charlie, and Mum say hi," she said at once.

Carewyn's blue eyes sparkled knowingly. "Is that all they said?"

"Well, Charlie also told me to force you to come back with me to the Burrow," Ginny said through her giggles. "Mum wants you there too."

Carewyn rolled her eyes up toward the ceiling as she sighed. "I'm sure she does...for very different reasons than Charlie, I'm quite sure..."

She took out a handkerchief and set about wiping the soot from Ginny's face.

"Yeah..." Ginny laughed a bit uncomfortably, "Mum just hasn't gotten it through her head that Charlie's not into dating. But well, it wouldn't be so bad if you and Bill dated, right? You're already best friends! And if you marry Bill, then he could come home and take a desk job at Gringotts, and you could both live in London together!"

Carewyn tried to smile instead of cringe, but the effect was weakened by just how much she avoided Ginny's eyes. "Ginny, I love Bill only as a friend...and the feeling is more than mutual on his end. I have little interest in marrying anyone as it is. And even if I didn't, Bill and I couldn't be more different, in what we'd want in a romantic relationship."

Giving birth to a lot of kids, for one -- talk about the last thing I'd want to do...

Ginny deflated, clearly a bit disappointed.

"If you say so. ...I still think you'd make a brilliant Weasley, though," she said with a grin.

Carewyn smiled wryly. "Well, fortunately, your brothers have treated me like one for quite a while now."

Tucking her handkerchief back into the inside of her jacket, she then turned on her heel, glancing back over her shoulder at Ginny.

"Well, come on, then," she said stridently. "I thought Madame Malkin's would be the best place to start. Twilfitt and Tatting's supply is very pretty, but we're less likely to get as much for our money there. And remember, we can always modify what we find, if it's not a perfect fit...I'm sure your mother would be happy to help with that..."

Ginny eagerly followed along after Carewyn out of the pub and into the rest of Diagon Alley.

The two gingers headed to the famous robe shop, where they immediately moved to the clearance racks at the back of the room. Ginny was actually really happy to see just how much Carewyn and she were able to pick out from that rack that they both liked and Carewyn could afford -- even those ensembles that were three times the amount of Ginny's second-hand school robes weren't out of reach, which made it so that Ginny ended up having a stack of eighteen pretty, affordable dresses in her size that she could try on. Some of them didn't suit Ginny -- the flashy, patterned purple, gold, and green one overpowered her small frame, while the cream-colored one completely washed her out. Others were made of uncomfortable materials, were too revealing, or required a larger bust size to look right.

Eventually, though, Carewyn helped Ginny pick out a golden yellow dress with wide bell-shaped sleeves and navy-blue and burgundy panels on the skirt. Carewyn had originally thought to go for something more delicate, but upon seeing how easy it was for Ginny to move in it and how happy she was twirling the skirt around, Carewyn decided it ultimately was the best choice.

"Do you think it'll do?" Ginny asked a bit more self consciously, as she looked at Carewyn's reflection in the mirror.

"Of course it will," Carewyn said gently, as she took a mint-green dress with pastel pink details she hadn't liked very much out of the stack and returned it to the rack. "Even if it's cotton instead of velvet or silk, it's cut flowingly, and the colors are much brighter than standard robes."

Ginny held the skirt out, sweeping it back and forth as she considered her reflection. Noticing the younger girl's hesitation, Carewyn came back over to stand behind her, smiling at her in the mirror as she talked to her.

"Most importantly, you're comfortable in it," she said with a small smile. "We always look our most beautiful when we're comfortable and having fun...and in dress robes this comfortable, I would think dancing the night away would be very easy to do."

Ginny looked up at Carewyn's reflection, startled.

"Did you say dance -- ?"

"I suppose Bill didn't mention the time he stopped by briefly to the Celestial Ball, in my fourth year," Carewyn said airily. "A shame -- he did quite a nice job fixing up his own dress robes, for that party..."

Ginny's face was flushed with excitement as Carewyn gave her shoulder a light squeeze.

"Dress robes are only worn for formal events, Ginny, I haven't said anything that shocking," she said in a rather droll voice. "It's only sensible to presume that an event of that nature would involve dancing."

Despite saying this, her blue eyes twinkled with amusement. It made Ginny grin from ear to ear.

"Suuuure," she said sarcastically, before bursting into giggles. Carewyn herself only smiled more wryly.

"Well, then, have you decided on those?"

"Yeah!" said Ginny.

"Good -- let's get them bought and paid for. Then I can buy you some ice cream before sending you home."

Ginny had gone behind the curtain to change -- when she'd pulled the robes up and over her head and could peek around the curtain properly, she looked a bit disappointed.

"So you're not coming back home with me?" she asked.

Carewyn offered Ginny a sad, sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, Ginny, I have work in less than an hour. The Minister has requested my professional opinion on the validity of possible libel charges against Rita Skeeter..."

"Libel charges?" Ginny frowned.

"Put simply, Fudge didn't like Rita Skeeter trash-talking the Ministry's response to the attack at the World Cup and wants to know if there's any way he can make her shut up," Carewyn said very coolly.

Ginny couldn't help but scoff around her smile as she went back behind the curtain. "I bet Dad wishes she would too, after all the fuss she made. Reckon there's any chance Fudge could do it?"

"No -- her words in that article are protected under current law, given that she framed the more sensational comments as rumors or speculation from unnamed witnesses. Not to mention that Fudge going after Rita Skeeter would only give her and her writing more attention in the press, not less."

Ginny gave another low scoff from behind the screen. "I guess it's like Dad says: bullies love playing the victim -- then they can act like all their rotten actions are justified..."

The youngest Weasley came back out from behind the curtain, holding her new robes under her left arm and taking hold of Carewyn's arm with her free right hand.

"Well, you'd better write a proper apology to Bill and Charlie for not coming back with me," Ginny said pointedly. "I know Charlie will be mighty disappointed. Mum too."

"I will try very hard to get together with both Bill and Charlie before they leave Britain," Carewyn said levelly. "After all, I've missed them too."

Ginny grinned again, clearly pleased by this. Once Carewyn took the robes from Ginny and paid for them at the desk, she handed the bag holding the robes back to Ginny and the two gingers headed out of the shop.

"Carey?"

"Yes?"

Ginny gave Carewyn the biggest side-hug she could muster with only one arm completely free.

"Thank you," she said, beaming. "Shopping with you was so much fun. And my robes...you were right before, they are perfect! I can't wait to dance in them! Maybe I'll even get to dance with...well...somebody cool..."

She blushed a bit, clearly a bit self-conscious at this thought. Carewyn's eyes softened as she brought the smaller girl up against her side affectionately.

"I'm glad you like them," she said gently.

Ginny gave Carewyn another squeeze as she grinned up at her through her ruby red blush.

"...Say, Carey, did you and Bill dance at that Ball? The one you mentioned earlier?"

Carewyn cocked her eyebrows. "No, we did not. My date for that Ball was Andre Egwu, actually."

Ginny's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "The Keeper for Pride of Portree? But -- but I thought he liked blokes -- "

"Primarily," Carewyn said with a dry smile. "And I primarily like my independence -- hence why we didn't last."

Bringing a hand down onto Ginny's shoulder, Carewyn then started off down the street, coaxing her along behind.

"Now come on -- I said I'd get you some ice cream, and I only have a half hour before I'm supposed to clock in."

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #ginny weasley #carewyn cromwell #bill weasley #charlie weasley #molly weasley #cornelius fudge #rita skeeter #my writing #friendship drabbles #yes I decided carewyn didn't get those fugly mint green and pink dress robes ginny wears in the film #we get no description of ginny's dress robes in the book because harry honestly didn't pay any attention to her at that time #but no way would carewyn have let ginny dress in something that washes her out that much :I #ginny needs COLOR damn it #her book self is so very colorful she deserves it #and no offense to bonnie wright but she doesn't capture that partly because the writers gave her almost nothing to work with #...damn it now ron's the only weasley I haven't done for these friendship drabbles #how is it that one of my favorite weasleys ended up being last?? #luck of the draw I guess #last but not least I guess could apply though??

[whinlatter]

super curious about your chapter 10 notes will they be coming soon?

firstly BLESS you for asking. i tend to think of the author's notes as an extreme personal indulgence so actually love that you want em lmao

i do have some notes but was actually saving them to post chapter 10 and 11 together! so not to spam everyone more than i already do (lol). so expect a bumper AN for chapter eleven. but i do have a little bonus meta i am about to post that relates to chapter 10 so hope that will suffice for now!

#beasts #yes it's about sirius and ginny #because of who i am as a person #thanks for asking anon!

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

Well now @bethaven's post has Ginny and Georgia in my brain again. Specifically why we judge Ginny so harshly but forgive Georgia so quickly (hint: it's racism and also childism).

There are so, so many things that this show does really well, intentionally or otherwise. And I think this conversation, when we're brave enough to have it, is one of them. ESPECIALLY when we consider S2 and how all of the adults dismiss Ginny's legitimate concerns over Georgia as "just being a kid."

Angsty teenagers aren't angsty just for funsies and their pain is real and valid and I wish more people listened to kids who are hurting.

#ginny and georgia #childism #stop dismissing teens' struggles challenge #yes I'm passionate about this topic #no i wont be sorry for it #speaking as an adult whose adolescent pain was only halfway acknowledged after it had passed by the adults who KNEW #and refused to ruffle any feathers because fuck kids

[kyistell]

I'm back, finally, with another chapter of The New State Groupchat. Enjoy :D

Chap 2: Oh Oh Oh Aoh, The Right StAHHHH-

Chat- New Brethern

Yorkadam: Note to self: Never, under any circumstances, go to a meeting while recovering from a hangover

Nex Mex: you gots to have a note for dat?

Jerry™: damn you are stupid yorkie

Yorkadam: Shaddup, normally I don gotta deal with that shit

Jerry™: you go to like every meeting

Yorkadam: Yeah but I also normally have meds, SOMEONE forgot to get em this time

Jerry™: I dont live in that section anymore

Nex Mex: and i dont get stuff for the northesters lik evea

Yorkadam: I’m tolkin about SOMEONE who WON’T STOP PLAYING THAT STUPID SONG ON BAST

Nex Mex: who do you dink hes talking about

Jerry™: if I knew wouldn I tell ya

Nex Mex: you purposfuly hid information from me on the reg

Jerry™: how the heaven did you spell information correctly and not purposefull?

Yorkadam: Not really somethin you have ta question, remember who helped raised em?

Jerry™: yeah you and Massy Wassy

Jerry™: but mainly Ginny Winny

Nex Mex: ima tell mom you called him that

Jerry™: you do that and I will make sure you have a slow and painful death

Yorkadam: You do that and Gin will kill you himself and we both know it will be worse

Jerry™: shaddup Yorkster

Newie is now online

Yorkadam: You.

Newie: Me?

Yorkadam: Turn dat damn song off or so help me god

Newie: Oh you mean my totally radical and hip song

Newie: Sorry if I’m playing it a tad loud, I just love it ya know

Yorkadam: I’m gonna kill em.

Yorkadam has gone offline

Nex Mex: well der goes yoyo

Jerry™: heh yeah

Jerry™: hey Nexy do you hear that?

Nex Mex: ya it kida sounds lik

—

New Mexico dropped his phone upon hearing the blasting music from the hall. Opening his door the only thing he hears is

“OH OH OHAHO, OH OH AOH, OH OH OH OHAHO, THE RIGHT STUUAAAHHHHH-” 

The screams continued even as he shut the door

“Nope”

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttt #wttt new jersey #wttsh new jersey #wttt new york #wttsh new york #wttt new hampshire #wttsh new hampshire #wttt new mexico #wttsh new mexico #i said this last time but ill say it again since it is way more noticeable here #the spelling errors are on purpose #nex is not great at spelling #because of who raised him and have you heard their accents #yeah there was no way nexie was growing up with good spelling no shot #yorks spelling goes out the window with some words especially when upset #jersey will NEVER call ginny that infront of his face #that will be death #but mass oh absolutely he doesnt scare jers #and YES #nexie DOES call ginny mom and YES he does infront of him all the time #one of the few states who can consistantly #(its all he calls ginny actually it's quite funny) #the new groupchat #kyi writes

[phoebe-delia]

All That Jazz

Entirely self-indulgent. This is a mini "Chicago" AU (as in the movie musical. yes I know it originated on the stage. I've seen both and I like the movie better so that's what I'm using). CW: mention of murders, jail, American AU, 1920's AU, Muggle AU, Past Harry/Male Character(s), Past Draco/Male Character(s), immoral characters. Also this isn't so much a warning as a note that I am writing CHARACTERS here and the views they express do not necessarily align with my own. Also I borrowed like. A couple lines from the movie lol.

Harry scowled at the newspaper clippings in front of him. One attorney advertisement after another. They all blended together after a while. He knew enough from listening to the shows on the radio that they'd have to give him a lawyer if he wanted one, but he didn't trust whatever government sleaze bag they'd stick him with. Besides, he had enough money saved up to afford his own. Thank god he'd made Mike get that prenup.

Hopefully, it wouldn't cost too much. He needed the rest of that money to get a place of his own. And an agent. Harry closed his eyes and let himself dream, for a moment, of life outside the jail cell. Of bright lights and tight costumes and roaring applause. He'd get there one day.

His daydreams were interrupted by the sound of boots clicking against the concrete floor. He frowned; the other inmates wore tennis shoes, and the warden had already done the hourly inspection. That meant there was a visitor.

Harry stood from his bed and walked to the door of his cell, watching with wide eyes as a tall, handsome man in a suit shook hands with—

No. It couldn't be.

"Draco Malfoy?" Harry gasped.

The strange man looked at Draco amusedly and said something to him Harry couldn't hear. Draco rolled his eyes and shooed the man away. He turned to face Harry expectantly while the stranger walked off.

Harry nearly tripped over himself to walk up to Draco. "You're the Draco Malfoy!"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"

Harry blushed. "I, er, I'm Harry Potter. You're not going to believe this but–but I was there! I was there at the club that night you killed your husband and your friend! When you were arrested!"

Draco scoffed. "Yeah, you and half of Chicago."

"Well, sure, but—I just have to say I'm such a huge fan. I loved that act you had! With your friend?"

"My former friend," Draco drawled. "Must you make me relive the worst night of my life? Or is there something else you'd like to discuss? I have work to do."

Harry looked away. "Er, sorry. What work?"

"On my defense. For my trial. Which is what you'd be working on too if you had half a wit."

"Hey," Harry frowned. "I'm still hiring a lawyer."

Draco laughed meanly. "Take your time with that. Definitely no rush or anything."

Harry crossed his arms. "Oh, yeah, like you've already got a lawyer."

"As a matter of fact I do."

"Oh yeah? Who."

Draco smirked. "You just saw him leave."

Harry's heart dropped. "That was your lawyer?"

"Mmhm. Blaise Zabini. Ring a bell?"

Harry shook his head. "Never heard of him."

"He's only the best criminal defense attorney in the state. Seriously, Harper. Open a newspaper sometime."

Harry frowned. "It's Harry."

Draco waved a hand and turned to walk into his cell. "Whatever."

Without thinking, Harry grabbed his wrist. "Wait—"

Draco yanked out of his grip with a sneer. "Don't touch me!"

Harry winced. "Sorry, it's just. D'you think Blaise Zabini would take my case?"

"Don't know. Don't care. Don't want to continue this conversation." Draco smiled sarcastically. "Goodbye Henry!" Draco stepped into his cell and shut the door in Harry's face.

Harry clenched his fists and shouted, "My name is Harry you asshole!"

When no response came, Harry sighed and walked back to his cell. When he returned, he grabbed a pen and ripped off the corner of his newspaper.

He pressed the paper against the wall and wrote: Blaise Zabini.

#yall are welcome I nearly had Harry kill Ginny but I didn't want to make it actually sad #Like heres the thing yall Chicago is about unjustified murder but its like...fun #You gotta suspend your moral compass for a bit #and root for people you dont wanna root for #anyway do not hate on chicago it is my favorite movie #YES I SAID MOVIE BECAUSE IVE SEEN THE STAGE VERSION TOO AND I LIKE THE MOVIE MUCH BETTER #THERE ARE FEW SHOWS I CAN SAY THAT ABOUT BUT ITS TRUE FOR CHICAGO #THE MOVIE IS A FUCKING MASTERPIECE!!!! #AND IT SHOULD BE THE BLUEPRINT FOR ALL MOVIE MUSICALS!!! #I HAVE WRITTEN MULTIPLE ESSAYS ABOUT THIS I WILL DO IT AGAIN #okay rant over lol #CW: mention of murders #jail #American AU #1920's AU #Muggle AU #Past Harry/Male Character(s) #Past Draco/Male Character(s) #immoral characters. #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco and harry #harry and draco #draco x harry #harry x draco #draco/harry #harry/draco #draco malfoy and harry potter #harry potter and draco malfoy

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

Nobody: 

Me, unprompted: there’s human trafficking on the isle

#disney descendants #Estelle „Stella“ Tremaine #Felix Tremaine #Nyx Hermera „Nellie“ de Vil #James Bing #Mia Bing #Ginny Gothel #Carlos de Vil #just adding the last two because their parents have definitely thought about selling them #the coachman runs the business #thats the guy from Pinocchio #the one who sold the donkeys #“donkeys“ #trauma so much trauma #ah yes fanfiction #Tremaine Family #since they saved half of the named kids

[remicilline]

too bad ichijou is good at being formal I would've loved to hear him slip more often into 名古屋弁...... yknow..... like nya

#yes thought of this because bat's new song teaser dropped.... represent nagoya....... #would've have to hear more carefully w/o subs.... idk if this happens in the novel that'd be cute... like in his thoughts when he's shocked #ginni stop talking

[spinachbobsquarepants]

AVPM characters but they've been Quadballed (feel free to add your own)

Harry: Danny

Ron: Jon

Hermione: Brianna

Ginny: Jenny

Draco: Leo

#starkid #a very potter musical #avpm #avpm harry #avpm ron #avpm hermione #avpm ginny #avpm draco #no last names because I can't really think of any sorry #yes these do intentionally start with the first letter of their actor's names

[schwazombie]

My cast iron is such a supermodel look at her

Five generations old got her skincare routine down a hot bath and exfoliate (hot water and gentle scrub brush) after every use followed by patting dry and liberal application of a natural moisturizer (pig fat) that she lets soak in warm. What a queen. I hope I look that good in five generations

#zombie thoughts #picture #cast iron #*gasp* PIG FAT?!. yes pig fat. because that is what my great-great-grandmother used to season this cast iron. i did cooking oil for a while #but i think that made mama ginny mad so i've gone back to pork fat and i think she's forgiven me #my cast iron isn't haunted it's just that my ancestors will get mad at me if i disrespect it #then things stick and nobody wants that

[azrielwingspan]

SOON (THEO NOTT X READER)

Summary : Theodore Nott was just another Slytherin asshole to most of Hogwarts. But to you, he was something much much more.

Themes : Mild kissing and swearing.

A/N : This is my first Theo fic AHHH. Just thought I would give it a shot. Let me know how it is!

P.S.- This is strictly a one shot. There will be no part 2.

"He is quite charming isn't he?" Ginny commented sneaking a glance at Theodore Nott. Seated at the Slytherin table between his usual rowdy gang of friends, he smirked at something Lorenzo had said.

"I think the word you're looking for is enigmatic, Gin. For all we know, he could be Voldemort in disguise." you stated flatly, stabbing a piece of potato on your plate. Earning a smack on the arm for using You-know-who's name so boldly, you ignored Ginny's attempts at convincing you to attend the party being thrown tonight.

"Help me understand why you're so bloody against the idea?! Is it because you have to bring a date?" she raised her eyebrows in question.

"That may be a part of the reason." you refused to meet her owl like stare, instead choosing to focus on the copy of the Daily Prophet in front of you.

"Why would that be an issue ? I can name five people off the top of my head who would say yes instantly." she prodded further, thankfully choosing to redirect her gaze towards the mail she'd received. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, you snuck a glance at Theodore again. The sleeves of his uniform were rolled upto his elbow and you greedily took in the sight of his veiny forearms.

"What are you looking at?" Ginny broke you out of the reverie, your eyes immediately flitting towards the shawl Pansy was wearing.

"Pansy's new shawl. I can't recall which store I've seen it in but it looks very familiar." The lie rolled out smoothly, misleading Ginny. The pang of guilt ,that never lessened in impact, hit you yet again.

"Oh. Yeah, it does look quite familiar now that you mention it." She went off on a tangent about clothes and you let out a relieved sigh.

Ginny couldn't know. Not for now atleast.

The morning went on, your focus elsewhere during most of the classes. Ginny hadn't brought up the party again but you knew it was unavoidable. You were definitely acting quite strange. Not being the one to turn down an invite, your sudden refusal to attend this massive party did come as a surprise to your friends.

You had your reasons. Utterly selfish reasons.

However as the evening rolled by, Ginny had cornered you into agreeing. On bringing up the issue of the date, she'd simply shrugged and said "I took care of it."

That did not sound very reassuring.

It was worse than you had expected.

"CORMAC MC FUCKIN LAGGEN ?!?" you hissed at Ginny , your back to the boy in question.

Ginny looked away sheepishly and said "He told Hermione who told me that he had a thing for you. So I thought you guys could talk? I mean you don't have to really. Just drop him off in a corner."

"Drop him---" pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, you whipped around to face Laggen and gave him a saccharine smile.

"Nice to meet you Laggen but I'm not interested."

He looked astounded, trying to wrap his head around the rejection. After a few seconds, he managed to sputter out "We haven't talked yet. How can you--"

"Yes. Yes I can. You have my permission to tell everyone I'm your date but please don't approach me again. Bye." you sauntered off into the party, Ginny keeping up behind you.

"Where's Harry anyways?" you asked, straining your neck to see past the crowd.

"Running late. Neville set his pants on fire so Ron and Harry are helping him out."

Shaking your head in amusement, you let your eyes run around the room searching for him.

There.

Theo sat on the couch near the fireplace, one arm thrown around the back , a glass of amber liquid in the other. The smoke from Mattheo's cigarette made his figure hazy.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink." Ginny said her voice floating by. You nodded distractedly , your attention held captive by Theo.

As if sending your presence behind him , he turned his head around and met your eyes. Slight confusion marred his face making his eyebrows furrow. He hadn’t expected you to be here.

Signalling to you with a quick nod of his head, he excused himself from his group of friends and made his way to his dorms. You stayed down for a couple more minutes , getting yourself a drink to throw off suspicion.

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d come tonight. Ginny change your mind?” Pansy popped out of the blue , startling you.

“Uh.. Pansy, hey. Yeah you know how Gin is.” Pansy was a bit of a talker. Aware that this conversation could go on forever , you tried to come up with an excuse. “Hey listen, I’ve got to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll find you again alright?”

Not waiting for a response , you made your way in the direction of the bathrooms and took a sharp turn in the opposite direction once you made sure Pansy had redirected her attention. Sneaking up the stairway to the boys dorm, you took a moment for yourself outside Theo’s dorm room, straightening out your clothes.

“Took you long enough.” His voice drawled as you entered his room, the familiar surroundings providing a sense of comfort.

“Pansy almost started a conversation.” You said laughing lightly at his wide eyed expression.

“Didn’t take you long then.” He corrected his previous statement , prowling towards you.

“No. I guess it didn’t.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you into a searing kiss that had you holding onto his shirt for balance. The words 'I missed you' played at the tip of your tongue struggling to be let out.

He nipped at your lower lip , a breathy sigh leaving you as you tangled your hands in his hair.

"Cormac Mc fuckin Laggen? Seriously?" Theo muttered , lowering his head to place soft kisses across your jaw. Leaning your head back to give him more access, you let out a soft laugh. "That's exactly what I said. Ginny is the real culprit."

A strangled moan left your lips as he sucked at your neck, immediately soothing it with a sloppy kiss. "T-Theo..you idiot. That's gonna leave a mark." He just hummed in response seemingly lost in the pleasure. Tugging his head back, you made him meet your gaze head on.

"If we stay up here for any longer, they'll suspect." A shiver passed through you as his hands trailed lower and cupped you arse, pulling your hips to his. "Let them." he said dropping his head to capture your lips once more.

"THEO, YOU IN THERE ??" Blaise Zabini's voice boomed through the door making you jump. A string of Italian curses left Theo's mouth as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah give me a minute!"

Cupping your face in his hands, he leaned down to your face placing you at eye level. "It'll all be over soon alright? We won't have to hide anymore. We can be free." The promise in his eyes lit a spark of hope within you, a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Soon." you whispered , your eyes fluttering shut as you placed a kiss on his Dark Mark.

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theo nott #theo nott x reader #slytherin #slytherin boys #theodore nott x you #theo nott x you #theo nott x y/n #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x fem!reader #theo nott x fem!reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #slytherin x reader #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys x you #fanfic #fanfiction

[theromcommotel]

HARRY POTTER HCS !!

FIRST “I LOVE YOU” !!

prompt: harry potter characters and their first “i love you”s in relationships

characters included: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, draco malfoy, ginny weasley, seamus finnigan, fred weasley, george weasley

warnings: you and seamus smoking in seamus’ part, swearing, physical abuse in george’s part

harry j. potter…

who said it: harry

when: 5th year

“cmon… just a little bit more..” harry cooed patiently, hands placed on your hips. “forget it, harry. i don’t think i’ll ever get it right.” you sighed, wanting to throw your wand down on the ground.

dumbledore’s army had just begun merely a few sessions ago, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get your patronous just right.

maybe it was because you upset professor dolores umbridge today and pushed her far beyond her limits (not even on purpose, for that matter). or maybe it’s because colin creevey was stuck way too far up your arsehole whenever you would do something wrong when it came to today’s D.A session.

“well, maybe i can give you a happy memory to think about.” harry suggested. “how on earth do you plan to do that?” you questioned, wary of what he may do.

“maybe…like this.”

and with that, harry began to scan your lips with his, feeling for all the fine details that no one else would get to see but himself.

harry felt you smile against his own lips before pulling away, with a lopsided grin smearing his cheeks.

“i love you.” harry smiled, sounding as if he’s been waiting a century to say those words to you.

“i love you too.”

ron b. weasley…

who said it: him

when: 3rd year

“oh no!! oh no no no..!!” the ginger boy roared as he was being dragged by the foot by the black-furred dog (unbeknownst to him, which was sirius black), “i can’t die yet!! i haven’t told (y/n) how much i love her yet!!”

“you bloody moron, she’s right here!!” the shorter bushy haired girl replied, slightly jealous it was her best friends name and not her own.

“i love you, (y/n)! if i die, i promise my ghost will haunt you!!” ron shouted before being dragged away out of sight.

“i love you too!” you yelped, hoping he could still hear you.

hermione j. granger…

who said it: you

when: 7th year

“i know this isn’t much… but i wanted to be able to do something for you for our anniversary.” hermione said, rubbing her neck in pure embarrassment.

you, hermione, harry, and ron were on a hunt to look for all of voldemort’s horcurxes, and because of that, you all were staying in a rubbish tent in the woods.

the tent was empty for the most part, other than the small radio player that had muggle romance music on it.

“harry and ron are out of our hair…well for now anyway. i told them to go look for anything that could be useful, i just wanted to have a nice 3 months you.”

“you kicked them out for me?” you asked, disbelief leaving your throat.

“well yes — and i know it’s not much but-” the brunette would’ve continued if you didn’t interrupt her, and she gives a slight pout because of it.

“but it is much, it is something ‘mione! it is because i love you.”

“i- uhm. repeat yourself, please?”

“i love you, hermione.”

draco l. malfoy…

who said it: him

when: 6th year

“isn’t that right, ms. (y/n)?” the barely human wizard, voldemort, said, looking at you from the other side of table.

you gulped quietly, your shoulders stiffening. “yes, sir.” you murmured, glancing at the platinum blonde boy next to you before averting your gaze.

you and draco grew up together - as your mothers were very close in their teenage years, your fathers, not so much. but they got along okay.

when draco first became part of the death eaters, his mother decided it’d be easiest to have you there, to make it a little less hard on him.

“excuse me for a moment.” draco mumbled, somewhat abruptly, as lucius and the lord were in the middle of a conversation. draco stood up within the blink of an eye, and sped walked out of the room.

“would you be a dear and check on him for me, honey?” narcissa leaned over and whispered in your ear, as you were seated between draco and his mother.

you gave a small half-smile with a nod, as you politely excused yourself, afraid of what voldemort could do if you had done it in a way of which he didn’t like.

you went around the halls of malfoy manor, the walls of which most of your childhood memories took place, as sad as that is.

you saw a crack in the door of draco’s room, and you opened the door a tad more

draco said there, looking down at his folded hands, not saying anything.

“are you okay?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

“those meetings…get to me, sometimes.” the blonde mumbled, his voice cracking slightly.

“me too..” you answered, rubbing your hand up and down his back, as you sat next to him.

“thank you, for always being here. i’ve spent my whole life with you, i never want to let you go.” draco said, giving a small smile.

“i won’t ever leave you behind, okay?”

“this is exactly why i fell in love with you all those years ago.”

“wait…what?” you denied, your voice quiet.

“you heard me, i love you (y/n).”

ginevera m. weasley…

who said it: her

when: 5th year (well 4th year for her)

“hey (y/n)!” a familiar, high, squeaky voice called out to you, sounding a bit distant.

“oh, hi, ginny.” you half smiled, looking down at the younger girl.

“i need to talk to you, now.” ginny asked — well demanded, but she meant to ask.

you’ve known ginny long enough at this point to know sometimes, when she wants to ask a question, it can accidentally turn into a demand. especially, when she’s nervous.

“okay, no problem.” you reported, knowing exactly what she was going to say.

she grabs your wrist with a firm grip — but not firm enough for your to be hurt. and walks you down to a more empty side of the hogwarts express.

“i love you. and quite frankly, i hate it when you spend more time with my brothers and less time with me because it’s not fair, i fancy you!” the smaller ginger insisted, with a small stomp of her foot to show she meant what she said.

“i love you too, don’t worry, gin.” you spoke, as you tucked a string of hair behind her ear, that was before in the middle of her face.

she gave a lopsided grin before happily skipping off and giving a sing-songy goodbye.

seamus d. finnigan…

who said it: him

when: 4th year

the yule ball of the 1994 school year was slowly coming to a close, but you were unable to find where your date had ran off to, one moment he was with his best friend, dean thomas — and now you have no bloody clue where he is.

there was only one placed you hadn’t looked yet — the astronomy tower.

you begin your walk up the tower of many staircases and you hear some intense coughing the higher and higher you reach.

before your eyes, you see your boyfriend — or date, or technically boy friend, as the relationship between the two of you is a bit complicated, with a cigarette between his fingers.

“hey seamus.” you say, as you sit down next to him, leaning into his touch.

“hi doll.” he says, grinning as he puts an arm around your waist.

“can i smoke with you?”

“absolutely not, angel!” seamus gasps, shocked, putting a dramatized hand to his chest, his mouth open a gap.

“huh? why not?” you asked, now just confused.

“because! i love you! i’m not letting a gorgeous goddess inhale that shit!” seamus replied, now tossing his cigarette away into the distance.

“you love me?”

“with every inch my body stands.”

fred g. weasley…

who said it: him

when: 5th year (3rd book/movie)

“i don’t know how you could even do this, i don’t know what half of this is supposed to to mean..” your ginger boyfriend said, cuddled up into your side, as the two of you studied for the following potions exams.

“well, to make it’s quite simple, it’s just seeing it on paper is the hard part.” you said, nudging him slightly, to make sure he wouldn’t fall asleep again.

“oh, how so?” he asked.

“well actually you take the-”

and before you could get any further, your boyfriend pecked you on the lips.

“sorry, at first i was interested and then i just didn’t care anymore.” fred said with a chuckle.

“fred gideon weasley!!”

“i’m sorry, i love you, does that make it better?”

“i… yes.”

george g. weasley…

who said it: him

when: 7th year (5th book/movie)

i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.

i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.

i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.

i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.

i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.

the words on your arm continued to ring in your ear, like the tangy feeling on your tongue after eating spicy foods.

none of this would’ve happened if you didn’t snap at the new d.a.d.a teacher - dolores umbridge.

the torturous (literally), cruel woman put you through so much pain in one detention.

don’t get me wrong, you’ve gotten detention once in 2nd year, but this could never compare.

the words on your arm were the ones that made you cry terrifying sobs as you had to continue to write and write and write - thanks to your low physical pain tolerance and somewhat sensitive heart, you just couldn’t bare it.

sprinkles of raindrops began to form in your eyes, they ground onto the table you were sitting at, as you tried to rub your eyes before anyone happened to notice.

“hey, love, are you okay?” george weasley - your boyfriend asked, scurrying over to you.

your arm was angled in the correcting lighting and point of view to where the taller ginger could see your scars perfectly.

“blimey!” your boyfriend shouted, pointing, before madam prince gave him a stern shooshing.

“what happened?”

you clung onto him immediately, sobbing quietly,

“hey love — it’s okay, i love you, i’m here and i always will be.”

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Tickletober Day 27: Monster

Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom | Link x Zelda

This is a collab with the lovely Ginny @otomiyaa 🥰✨ (previously @otomiya-tickles) We've been working on this for a while but given the recent circumstances we decided that I will post both, the two artworks and fic, on my blog as one. You can also read it on her 👉 AO3!! Word count: 1173

Zelda rubbed her eyes. How long had it been? Her stomach answered the question with a loud growl. Right. Past lunch time. For hours she had been sucked into her books and notes, investigating her latest discoveries about Hyrule and the Zonai. It was always like this when she was spending time at home, at her cozy shared house in Hateno, together with Link.

Speaking of Link… 

“Link, I think I might say yes to that lunch offer from earlier,” Zelda called out to Link who had been busy downstairs. She had heard him prepare lunch, turned down his offer to eat together despite the delicious smell. She had heard him eat, then the distant sounds of him rummaging around, and she kind of forgot that somewhere, in between all those moments, Link had announced to her that he would be going on a hunt. 

Not that the knowledge of his plans could have prepared her for the sudden sight of a… monster. Though, not a scary monster.

“Link?!” Zelda covered her mouth and literally held back a laugh. Barbarian armor. The most hideous Lynel mask she had ever seen… Link was looking absolutely hilarious.

“W-whahat are you dohohoing?” Zelda blurted out, failing to muffle her laughter as she continued to admire her boyfriend’s “monster attire”. 

“Going on a mission,” Link reconfirmed. He spread his arms. “Do you think they will fall for it?” he asked.

Well, one person was literally falling and it was Zelda, sinking to her knees as she couldn’t stop giggling.

“You look ridiculous hahaha!” she laughed. Monster Link cocked his Lynel head and scratched himself in a totally uncharming way.

“Do I?” he asked, and he slowly approached her. Eep! Zelda could immediately recognize his mischievous mood, but she couldn’t really do anything but laugh hysterically. Although, if that was laughter… Well, she wouldn’t know what to call what came next from her very own mouth. 

Squealing, shrieking, howling, whatever. But it was definitely loud. All because Link calmly lowered himself on top of her, straddling her while his fingers unleashed a merciless tickle attack on her poor stomach and sides. And Zelda happened to be very ticklish. 

“LIHIHINK! Ahahaha nohoho!” With the crazy mask that stared at her with its ugly eyes, and the relentless tickling on her lower torso, Zelda was suffering from a double laughing fit right now, and it was taking all her breath away.

“AHhhehehe Liiiiink whahaha!” Zelda cackled. Her hands failed to pry off her boyfriend’s hands that crept under her blouse, moving the fabric up to tickle her bare tummy and sides. Link’s monster act was definitely better than the looks of it. He remained quiet and proved to be an excellent tickle monster, with speedy fingers that carefully tickled their way from Zelda’s stomach all the way up her ribs and under her arms.

“EEEHEHEe nooooo Liiiink!” Zelda cried, but monster Link was serious about his little revenge - at least, that was what she thought it was. One does not simply laugh in the face of the Hero of Hyrule. 

“I gihihive! Plehehease!” Zelda laughed hysterically as Link kept scribbling persistently at her sensitive underarms. She could hear him break character under his mask: a playful giggle. Link finally stopped his attack on her and sighed. He still sat on top of her and watched her with that silly mask.

“It was that funny, hmm?” he commented when Zelda greedily caught her breath, blushing like crazy. Zelda nodded tiredly.

“Yeah,” she wheezed. They both giggled softly when her stomach suddenly growled again.

“Ah. Right, lunch. Late lunch,” Link muttered. It was so funny to hear him talk, still with that silly mask on. 

“I will get you something warm to eat,” he offered gently, moving off her, as he grabbed his mask.

“So, you’re staying around a bit longer then, Mr. Monster?” Zelda said teasingly, getting up as well and watching him walk to the kitchen.

Link nodded. “Yes, yes, I can stay a little longer. We can eat together first, and… uh…” Zelda watched him fiddle with the mask. He was tugging it, looking like he was trying to take it off, but… Zelda snorted once again.

“Wait, are you stuck?” she asked when Link continued to struggle with the ugly beast covering his face. Link shook his head wildly.

“Stuck? No, no. I just - I can’t get it off,” he muttered. Zelda slowly approached him with a smirk on her face.

“That’s the meaning of ‘stuck’, Link,” she said, and she wiggled her fingers from his exposed underarms down his sides. A delicious shriek filled their little house. 

“Hehehey! Nonono,” Link giggled nervously, stepping back and tumbling to the floor. Zelda followed him down and had him right where she wanted him for a nice and fitting payback.

“What’s this? Could it be that the tickle monster is in fact… ticklish himself?” Zelda sang, attacking Link’s tummy with fast scribbles. That’s one thing the barbarian set did well: it exposed his tickle spots and sensitive bare skin well. Way too well.

“Zehehehelda! Nohoho I’m sohohorry!” Link was quick to apologize for his tickly prank. He continued his attempts to take off the mask, flailing his free arm and kicking his legs. Link was so ticklish it was actually funny, but also the cutest thing in the world. Zelda smiled fondly, but went back into battle mode when she managed to snatch Link’s hand that tried to defend his tickle spots.

“Now I got you, little monster,” Zelda said, holding his hand tightly while her other hand tickled Link’s exposed underarm. 

“HAAAaaahh!” Link’s loud screech must’ve scared the birds away around their house, and Zelda laughed along with him. Link, who wasn’t usually this vocal, now officially sounded like the monster he tried to be.

“Convincing,” Zelda said with a smile. 

“Just one more time,” she encouraged. It didn’t matter if Link would stake his attempts at taking off the mask. She tickled his armpit and drew out the loudest most precious squeals.

“Zehehehelda ahahaah! You wihiihin hahahha!” Link laughed. It was never a competition to begin with, but Zelda decided to accept his words of defeat. She grabbed the mask and tugged it off Link’s head. 

Link let out a tiny wail in pain when the mask got finally unstuck, probably stripping his head from a hair or two, but he let out a sigh of relief. Zelda admired his bright red face, and she giggled. The mask still between her hands, she leaned down and kissed his lips. And Link kissed her back.

“Let’s eat,” she suggested when they moved apart, and Link nodded.  “G-great idea,” he said with a cute blush on his face. The mask stayed off, for now, and Zelda was more than pleased to enjoy Link in his cute barbarian outfit a little longer before he would leave for his hunt. She couldn’t stop smiling. Well, well. Maybe this whole monster dress up was something they had to do more often!

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