#but I could be swayed to Ravenclaw as well

[suugarbabe]

Love your writing! Could you do a Theodore Nott and best friend reader who he is head over heels for but is too scared to admit his feelings. Mattheo knows how he feels and at a party or something like the Yule ball he brings her as his date to mess with him. Probably leads to a small fight with the boys but results in Theodore confessing to her and maybe some smut as well.

Love a little shy and angry Theo

You and Pansy seemingly walked into a conversation, nay argument, between Theo and Mattheo. As soon as the boys noticed you two, Mattheo made a b-line straight for you.

"Hello, Princess," Mattheo greeted you, cocky smile on full display. You chanced a glance at Pansy as you rolled your eyes. She wore a smirk and raised her eyebrows as if to say 'play along I guess'.

"Hi, Teo. Something I could help you with?" You gave him a dazzling smile of your own.

Mattheo ran his tongue along the front of his teeth, eyeing you up and down, "Would you do me the absolute pleasure of going to the Ravenclaw party with me tonight?"

You shifted your weight, jutting a hip out and tapping your chin like you were thinking about your answer, "Can I wear whatever I want?" You stood straight now, putting your hands behind your back and batting your eyelashes at the dark haired man.

Mattheo gave you a dimpled smile, "Go naked for all I care, love." You smirked at him, pecking his cheek, "Perfect. See you tonight." You grabbed Pansy's hand and pulled her toward your dorms.

As you disappeared up the steps Mattheo returned to where Theo sat. "You gonna tell me what the bloody hell that was, Riddle?" Mattheo rolled his eyes at his friend, "I told you, Nott. If you don't go after her, someone else will. Tonight, that someone is me."

In your room you and Pansy were having a similar conversation.

"I thought you were in to Theo," Pansy laid back on your bed, popping Bertie Botts in to her mouth as you dug through your trunk for the perfect dress.

You held up a slinky green piece with diamond straps, "Gotcha." You smiled to yourself as you stood, tossing the dress on your bed next to Pansy. She held it up, "Definitely slutty."

"Thank you," you smiled, shimmying off your school skirt and unbuttoning your blouse, "and I do like Theo, but he's being a bloody idiot. I thought maybe he didn't like me, but Mattheo just proved me wrong."

Pansy quirked an eyebrow as you pulled the dress over your head, "Little help with the straps, Pans?" She stood behind you, adjusting the diamond straps until the appropriate pattern was revealed. You turned to face her, giving her a twirl before she crossed her arms, waiting for your further explanation.

You huffed, mirroring her body language, "I know you've told Draco that I like Theo, which means that Draco told Mattheo because Draco can't keep anything to himself. SO Mattheo wouldn't ask me to a party when he knew I was pining after his best friend. Unless..."

"Unless Theo was being a huge pussy," Pansy nodded her head in full understanding. You smiled a devilish smile at her, glad your friend was able to piece it all together.

At the party you were giving Theo a full on show. You didn't let Mattheo in on your knowledge of the situation, but he seemed to be playing the role you wanted him to perfectly none the less.

With a decent amount of drinks your hips found a rhythm against Mattheo, your ass pressed firmly against his crotch as you both swayed to the music. You chanced a glance near the drink table where you knew Theo was essentially rooted.

His eyes were glued to your form, hand crushing the red cup in his grip and tossing it to the floor before stalking towards you and Mattheo. As he got closer, you opened your mouth to stop him but when you saw a fist flying you quickly stepped out of the way.

Theo's fist connected with Mattheo's jaw, which only made the latter pause for a second, a smirk gracing his face. Mattheo reared his fist back, fully planning to punch Theo back when suddenly both boys were frozen.

You took a step forward, wand outstretched, "That's enough." You lowered your wand, glaring at the small crowd that was forming before they quickly dispersed. You grabbed Theo by the wrist, dragging him out of the Ravenclaw common room and to the tower steps.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" For once you were looking down at Theo, him on the steps below you. Theo huffed, turning his head to look at his feet.

You were frustrated, not able to help nearly shouting at him, "Theodore Tiberius Nott, look at me right now."

Theo's eyes snapped to yours instantly, "I-I'm sorry," he started, "I don't...don't know what came over me." He looked down at his hands briefly before looking you in the eyes again, "Why did you come with him?"

You placed a hand on Theo's cheek, "Because the guy I wanted never did."

Theo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, "I'm an idiot aren't I?" You laughed lightly, "Maybe just a little." You smiled, turning to place a gentle kiss on your palm.

"Go back in with me?" he asked, blue eyes full of remorse. You shook your head, "I think," you leaned down, giving a chaste kiss on the lips, "that maybe we should go to the after party."

You started down the stairs, Theo turning confused, "Where's the after party?" Without turning around you answered him, "In my room." This time Theo didn't hesitate before following quickly behind you.

#theo nott x reader #theo nott angst #theo nott x you #nonny bo bonny #theo nott request #theo nott fics

[floralembarrassment]

Hi I love your jegulus fanfics. Could you do one with harry getting sorted and their reaction. Also, what house do you think harry would be in if he was raised by jegulus.

hi!! Thank you so much! To be honest I don't really see Harry in any other house than Gryffindor though I could easily be swayed by a soft wind. this one was fun to write though:

The Sorting (1/1) (jegulus raising Harry)

Remus pulled the mirror off his pocket. "Pads I swear to Merlin you have to stay quiet," he whispered into it.

He was sat at the teachers table, watching as the line of timid and excited 11 year olds filed into the great hall.

Sirius motioned zipping his lips, and when James and Regulus popped his head into the frame, Remus looked at him sternly. "Prongs," he cautioned.

"I know silence and then we get out away." James repeated the the rules.

Remus held them up secretly, so they could just see the sorting hat being placed on the child who was called before Harry. They all held their breath as they McGonagall called his name: "Harry Potter."

The great hall went silent, everyone watching and waiting for the chosen one, and the son of a war hero and a spy, to be sorted. Remus watched the mirror as Regulus took a deep breath and grabbed James' arm.

Remus was positive this was the longest sorting since Sirius', and he watched as his nephew held his eyes shut tight and muttered in response to whatever the hat was saying in his ears.

No one knew where Harry would end up, though they were pretty sure it was a 50/50 Slytherin or Gryffindor. Both of his parental lineages held long standing histories in those houses, but it was just as probably that he ended up in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.

But also like his fathers, Harry was incredibly loyal to his friends. Remus knew instantly that when the small curly hair girl and the red headed Weasley boy ended up in Gryffindor that's exactly where Harry would go as well.

And sure enough, after 5 whole minutes of silence, the sorting hat yelled out, and applause and cheers rang through the great hall.

Remus looked at the mirror where James and Sirius were jumping around and Regulus was trying to be annoyed but fondness was clear in his eyes, and Remus could have sworn a smile was creeping up his face.

Remus waved goodbye to Regulus, sharing an equally large eye roll at his husband and best friend's celebrations, then slide the mirror back into his pocket. Regulus would be fine, his son was already a great seeker after all.

Remus looked up at the Gryffindor table to see Harry sitting excitedly next to his two new friends, shaking hands with everyone around. Then he looked back to Remus and waved, and uncle Moony well he could help but be proud and nodded back in approval.

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[cloveswifey]

Jacket

Mattheo riddle x Fem!Reader

Fluff

Pansy had been persistently asking me all week to join her at the Slytherin party today, and I finally gave in and decided to go.

I'm not really one for parties, but what harm could one party do? Especially since it was a celebration of our victory in the quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

I started getting ready, with Pansy next to me, curling her brown locks.

"Should I go for the red dress or the green one?" I asked, holding up each dress for Pansy to see.

"Oh, definitely the green one," she replied.

I swiftly changed into the short green dress and applied some light makeup to my face. "Let's go," Pansy exclaimed with excitement as we descended the stairs into the Slytherin common room.

The party was already in full swing. Red solo cups overflowed with drinks, and the students swayed to music booming from a single Bluetooth speaker.

"So, what should we do first?" I asked, flashing a gentle smile.

"Drinks, obviously," Pansy replied matter-of-factly. We made our way over to the table adorned with various glasses, filled with alcoholic concoctions.

I approached the table and generously poured myself some Malibu into my cup. I quickly drank half of it before refilling it again.

"I think we should go dance," I enthusiastically proposed to my companion.

We both made our way towards the dance floor, and as soon as I joined the group, I could feel their contagious energy. I let myself go, dancing and enjoying the music, occasionally taking sips from my cup. I danced with strangers, letting loose and feeling the electrifying atmosphere.

After a few songs, I decided to step out of the group to refill my cup. That's when I noticed someone staring at me.

Mattheo Riddle.

I noticed the intensity of his gaze as I made my way to the table, refilled my drink, and continued dancing. It felt as if his eyes were exploring every contour of my body, studying the way I moved to the rhythm of the music.

He observed every accidental touch from others and his gaze pierced through anyone who boldly grabbed my waist to dance with me.

Curiosity sparked within me as I saw him approach the couch where our friends were previously seated before joining us on the dance floor.

I approached him, standing tall above him as he sat on the blanket. "Are you done eye-fucking me?" I snapped.

"Well, not exactly.” He chuckled, “I was rather enjoying myself," he responded with a smirk, taking a sip from his cup.

I sat down next to him, feeling the effects of the alcohol I had consumed. "You're disgusting, Mattheo."

"Don’t deny it sweetheart, you know you like it when I speak to you that way," he remarked.

I rolled my eyes and shivered as the air conditioning turned on. It's funny how, even at a party which would usually reak of sweat and sex; magic can be used to regulate the temperature and prevent things from getting too hot and sweaty.

"Are you shivering because you're nervous around me, or are you just cold?" Mattheo smirked.

"I'm cold, you dipshit," I sneered.

Suddenly, I felt warm fabric being draped over my shoulders. I glanced over my shoulder, glare still in place, to see Mattheo holding his green jacket, offering it to me.

"What's with the face? I'm just trying to keep you warm," he argued.

"Stop hitting on me," I snapped back.

"Why?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"You know why. I'm Enzo's little sister, which means I'm off-limits. Besides, I don't even like you," I chuckled.

"Whatever, just take the goddamn jacket before you catch a cold or something," he ordered.

I slipped my arms through the jacket, taking in the scent of expensive cologne and savoring the warmth. "Thanks," I mumbled.

"You look attractive in my clothes," he smirked, to which I responded by playfully smacking him on the arm.

"Ugh, I can't stand you," I mumbled, attempting to hide my smile.

"Oh, you don't actually hate me," he chuckled once again.

Despite knowing that he's off-limits and that I should despise him, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Maybe it was the influence of alcohol, but without thinking, I reached out and firmly grasped his face. Our lips collided.

The kiss shared between us is filled with sweetness and passion, as if we had both been longing for this moment for an eternity.

I can feel his hands finding their way to my waist, while I securely wrap mine behind his neck.

In an instant, I swing my leg over and settle into his lap, straddling him.

Eventually, we part our lips, both of us gasping for air, as our foreheads press together.

"I always knew you had feelings for me," he playfully teases.

I can't help but giggle, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Pansy, come on!" Enzo's voice suddenly interrupts, calling out for me.

"Shit," I quickly jumped off Rafe and nonchalantly positioned myself to the side of him. Pansy and Enzo were approaching us.

"Guys, we're ready to go," Pansy groaned.

"Yeah, okay," I stumbled over my words, still feeling a bit shaken from earlier.

Mattheo and I both stood up from the couch, eager to make our way back to the dorms.

As we walked, I grabbed Mattheo's arm, allowing Pansy and Enzo to move ahead of us. I began to take off his jacket when he stopped me.

"Keep it. It looks better on you," he whispered.

A smile crept onto my face as I playfully responded, "You're such a dork."

"Come to my dorm tonight, Dracos staying with Astoria," he suggested.

"All right," I replied, returning a peck on his lips before darting ahead to catch up with Enzo and Pansy. As I did, a thought crossed my mind: What exactly am I getting myself into?

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[1-800-papaya]

Fur, Claws and ButterBeer

Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!OC! Estelle Scamander Warnings: None

Estelle sighed as she sunk into the plush red bench seat. The year had been dull, with no suitable replacement for the Care of Magical Creatures professor; the class had been cancelled. Her grey tabby cat, Nimbus, rested his head on her lap and nudged her hand, seeking pats. Staring at the rolling hills in the distance, Estelle wondered if at least one of her brothers remembered what today was. She reflected on her past year at Hogwarts. With one less class on her schedule, Estelle had more time to explore and focus on other subjects. This year's yule ball hadn’t been as exciting as Estelle ever remembered; her eyes drifted towards the trunk with her initials hoisted above the opposite bunch. The soft yellow knee-length gown had looked lovely on her - well, in her opinion, it did. The dress had not ended the night pretty; Missy Mcgoran had thrown Mulled wine at her, and now an ugly red stain marred most of the dress.

Estelle was broken from her thoughts when the door to the compartment roughly slid open, Her closest friends spilling into the compartment. Dean and Tyler were laughing about some stupid joke or action involving a second-year, falling unceremoniously onto the opposing bench. Mattheo followed, his signature smirk on his face as he sat beside her; Mattheo ran his hand through Nimbus’s fur.

“It’s a pity you and Marcy couldn’t get that stain out; it truly was a lovely dress on you”, spoke the dark-haired Slytherin. His eyes followed Estelle’s and her focus on the trunk. “How would you know you were too busy swapping spit with Lacy Fargraves?” Came Tyler's teasing tone; he and Dean had stopped laughing long enough to listen to their friend's conversation. Mattheo looked cautiously at the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, whom he could tell wanted him to spill the secret he’d held for the last four years. “I wasn’t swapping spit; I was trying to get more butterbeer for miss sweet tooth over here”, Mattheo defended himself before poking his thumb at the girl. Estelle merely shook her head and moved Nimbus off her lap to greet the trolley witch. “Four chocolate frogs and a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, please.” “5 sickles deary”

Estelle shoved the box of Bertie Bott’s every flavour beans into the open arms of Dean and Tyler before sitting back down. The rest of the train ride back to London seemed to flash by outside the widow in a blur. Before she realised it, the Hogwarts Express was pulling into King’s Cross. The group of friends slowly made their way off the train, and soon enough, they were bidding each other goodbye before running off to greet their families. Mattheo was the last to bid Estelle goodbye, his eyes lingering on his friend, who seemed to have still a slither of hope in her hazel eyes.

“Hey, you’ll write over the summer, yeah?” He nudged her shoulder, shaking the poor girl out of her thoughts.

“Sure, I'll try, Mar” She spoke before sighing heavily and casting a quick spell to shrink her belongings to a small enough size to stuff them into an extended pouch. “I’ll see you in September.” Estelle waved goodbye after picking up Nimbus’s cat carrier.

Mattheo watched as Estelle disappeared through the platform portal, Her long brown hair swaying slightly behind her.

#hogwarts oc #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #fantastic beasts and where to find them #newt scamander #theseus scamander #harry potter

[bonniebird]

Barty Crouch Jr (Marauders era)  x Reader  

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Everyone had woken to the excitement of snow. When it was announced that despite the snow being ankle deep classes at Hogwarts would go ahead, the excitement died down. Especially when you and your friends had to trudge outside to the herbology greenhouse and everyone's feet got wet and cold.

After lunch, there was an announcement. Once class would be cancelled due to the weather and the teachers would gather in Dumbledore's office to discuss what to do. The hall was filled with a buzz of excitement as people were told they could either stay in the hall, go outside or go up to the library. One of the empty classrooms had been opened up for students to study in. The fire warmed the room and many had clumped around the window to watch the snow. Looking up from your book as you heard several thumps you watched as the door in the corridor slammed open and Barty burst into view.

"Did you hear! There has been so much snow that we have to stay in the great hall." He yelled. The quiet room exploded into chaos as everyone talked excitedly and some hurried off to find their friends.

“Why wouldn’t we stay in our common rooms?” You asked.

“I heard from Lestrange that the Slytherin common room was all icy and frozen, even the fires couldn’t warm that place up. The Ravenclaw common room is all cold as well and they’re worried because the stairs keep freezing.” He explained in a rush. He hurried away before popping his head back around the door. “They’re worried about everyone getting trapped on the stairs so we’re all supposed to give a list of things we need to whoever's in the hall doors and head there now.

Packing up your things you made your way through the corridors. As you did you could see Barty up ahead. He vanished through each door he passed and then the chaos of excitement followed after. 

Dinner at Hogwarts that night was an unusual one. All of the students had been given blankets and a mattress to sleep on. There were so many blankets that the Hufflepuffs had made a fort. Ravenclaws joined in and soon the fort took on a castle-like tent shape. A group of Gryffindors had built a mattress pile so high that it swayed whenever they climbed up to the top of it and lept off. The Slytherins were focused on lighting fires in small ceramic bowls to make sure that the room stayed warm as every now and then a cold breeze ripped through the room.

“I wonder how we’ll all eat with all the tables gone.” Barty muttered as he came to sit with you. 

“I imagine they’ll have figured that out. It’s a shame you know. I heard the snow is so bad that the train won't be able to take anyone home.” You muttered. Barty shrugged and was off again, never one able to sit still for long. He did reappear a while later when everyone was asked to line up. In the entrance to the great hall, large tables of food had been laid out and everyone was sent up to the table five at a time. They were to hand over their list of what they wanted from their rooms and then go back and sit down. For a while, everything went smoothly until a Gryffindor tripped and knocked a plate from his friend's hand and the food went everywhere. Barty produced an umbrella for the two of you to use as cover and you ate your dinner while watching as the hall descended into a food fight.

“Did you trip him?” You asked Barty. He shrugged and smiled.

“Well. So what if I did? We get to have a bit of fun.” He said and lowered the umbrella as something rather squishy flew overhead.

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[shadowbriar]

Sirius Black - Caught in the Moment

Pairing : (F/M) || Sirius Black x Ravenclaw!Reader Word Count : 2.7k Warning : Mentions of Food. Drinking. Slight harsh words because I couldn’t help myself. Prompts : “Come here and kiss me now before it gets too cute.” // “You look adorable but nothing beats the look on your face when I tell you I love you.” // “Oh? Oh.” Prompt request is still open. You can find the link to the prompt list here.

“What in the bloody hell is wrong with this spell!” She says angrily, tossing the silver goblet off of her table in exasperation “Stupid transfiguration class.”

The boy chuckles in amusement, taking the rolling goblet off of the floor. He dusted the cup, noticing the dent made on its side. She’s surely in no mood for his antics today.

“You know, if you would just take a deep breath and flick your wand a tad bit gentler,” He says, showing her how it’s done to transfigure the goblet into a cauldron “You’ll have your cauldron at the ready.”

She squints her eyes in annoyance, eyeing him with her deathly eyes, “I hate you, Black.”

He winks, turning himself back to the sofa.

“You’re supposed to be helping me with these stupid spells.” She continues her moaning, throwing him her transfiguration books “How am I supposed to write my essays if I can’t even master the charm just yet.”

“You’ll do just fine. Why are you Ravenclaws always so strung out about school and grades? The world wouldn’t end if you get a grade other than Os, you know.”

“I have had straight Os for years, I will not have my streak ruined just because you’re choosing to be a twat and not help me with it.” She seethes, writing on her parchment paper the not much progress she’s made with the goblet “Now you can either help me, Sirius, or find yourself out. I’d rather not spend the rest of my day with your sniggers and taunts over my failure.”

“There, there, now. Let’s not boil your blood too much, you’ll have smoke coming out of your ears in no time.” Sirius says, still with his playful self as he approaches her gently “We’ve a bottle of some whiskey Lily specially brought from the muggle world. Don’t you suppose it’s time to take a break and get a taste of it?”

She sighs, smiling softly as a sign of agreement..

She watches as Sirius fixes the drinks, flicking his wand to charm the glass to stir itself. His body was swaying to the tone he mumbles, buzzing the random song that’s playing on his head. She wonders if his friends were here in their dorm room, would he have swung himself as comfortable as he is right now.

Out of everything in this whole universe, though gifted with cleverness and wit, she could never decipher Sirius’ cues. Having grown up together, she was no stranger to him and his stories of ex-lovers. Well, Sirius never discarded any of them to be their lover, but the way he treated them was enough to make her wish she could hex each of these girls. She would do anything to be the one he pines at the corridor, to be the one he smugly kisses in between classes, and to be the one he paraded with in the Great Hall. She would do anything to taste what these girls had.

But every single time his friends would tease him about her, how their intimacy is surely nothing of pure friendship, Sirius would always turn the twitter down, making her feel as if he would never see her in that way.

And it certainly hurts.

“Cheers,” Sirius says as he hands her a glass, gulping the beverage and making a face in disgust once he swallowed it “That is the most disgusting thing I’ver tasted. Muggles really drink this?”

She drinks her beverage, making a similar expression to the one Sirius showed earlier, “Tastes like potty water.”

But the foul taste gradually turns into delight as the two take more gulps straight from the bottle. Some time after a couple gulps were swallowed, Sirius turned on the music player Lily gave to James last Christmas, some sappy muggle records playing in the background. He takes her hand, dancing in the middle of the room with no real rhythm and pace, secretly praying that their feet wouldn’t entangle themselves.

Head spinning, stomach turning, yet laughter and smiles never left each of their faces. The alcohol is slowly plaguing their system, making them feel as if they were floating on the air. Her worries were long flushed out, replaced with ecstasy each time he twirls her. If only she could charm this moment and keep it in a box.

Once the music turned slower, Sirius pulled her closer, resting his hands on her waist as she clings onto his neck. Their eyes were locked to each other, as if pulling into each other’s black hole. Neither dared to look away though the fireworks in their stomach have exploded into tiny pleasant butterflies.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” Sirius whispers, licking his lips in nervousness “Come here and kiss me now before it gets too cute.” 

With alcohol fueling their veins, they leaned in to each other and closed the gap between them. He pulls her body closer, having no desire to let go. He needed to feel her close. To be sure that this is happening and not just one of the many daydreams he’s had in his head.

The bliss was felt mutually. Had Sirius not held her tight, she'd have fallen to the ground in felicity. All the nights she’s spent wondering just how pleasant it would be to feel his lips on hers, to caress his cheeks gently in the process, have finally been answered. There wasn’t a word she could pick to describe what she’s feeling right now but she would do anything to make this last forever.

“Pads, have you seen my- Oh!” James stopped by the door, cursing himself to interrupt the intimate moment “I- Sorry guys, I should’ve knocked.”

“No, you didn’t interrupt anything, we were just caught in the moment.” Sirius said with a sigh when they scrambled away, clearing his throat “What do you need, Prongs?

She didn’t hear what James needed nor did he find it because her world crumbled right after Sirius said those painful words. Caught in the moment, is that truly what’s happened? An incidental act that wouldn’t have happened in any other time and place? Is that really what Sirius thought of it?

“Dove?” Sirius called, gently touching her arm to snap her back to reality “Are you alright?”

“Splendid.” She faked a smile, looking at James then to Sirius who both looked worried “I best return to my dorm, it’s getting late.”

“But your essay-”

“I’ll finish it in my room. It’s alright.” She says as she packs her belongings, flashing one last fake smile to Sirius “I’ll see you around.”

—-

Sirius was frustrated to say the least. He thought that she was just busy and occupied with all the essays and deadlines approaching but a week has passed since the last day of submissions and she’s still so out of reach. The fact that her dormitory is placed half across the castle is making it hard for him to catch her. This game of cat and mouse is pushing him closer to the edge, wanting nothing but to get out of this pit of torture.

He couldn’t stop thinking about their short yet blissful kiss. The way her lips gently touch his, how her scent has become his personal brand of heroine and now he’s relapsing from her absence. He’s tormented, physically and mentally.

“Pads, you might want to stop eyeing the Ravenclaw table like you’re going to launch at them.” Peter recalled, looking worried at his friend’s strange behaviour “You’ve been looking at their table for days, who are you looking for, really?”

“She wouldn’t want to see you.” James says nonchalantly, placing a piece of sausage to his mouth “Not after your heartless comment, that is.”

Remus raises an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, Prongs, what are you talking about?” Sirius asked, sounding appalled at his friend’s commentary “What did I say?”

“You kissed her and said that it was nothing. That you were just, and I quote, caught in the moment.” James continued, making quotation marks with his fingers in the air “Consider yourself lucky if she even spared a glance at you.”

Sirius blinks, colour draining from his face, “I said that?”

“Oh, you messed up big time, lad.” Remus commented, taunting the distraught boy “You didn’t even remember saying those words.”

“Shut it, Moony.”

“Well, what are you gonna do now?” Peter asks “She hates you, that’s one thing certain.”

“Thanks, Wormy.” Sirius says with a forced smile “Can’t really do anything until she shows herself, can I?”

The boys then continue their chatter with Sirius still being detached and spacing out of his surroundings. He was so glad that the alcohol had boosted his adrenaline that day, helped him to do the one bold thing he’s always wanted to do but now that his friend has shown some light and given him a broader perspective, he’s starting to regret drinking the bottle of cheap booze. He should’ve just kissed her sober and shouldn’t have said those painful words in the first place.

Now that he knows his mistake, how could he repent the sins? How could he talk to her and apologise, beg for her forgiveness though he knew he didn't deserve it, when he couldn’t even see her? What does he have to do to meet her again?

—-

Sirius knew that he wouldn’t be able to catch her before classes so he got up early for once in his lifetime, took a short shower and headed straight to the Ravenclaw dormitory. The sun’s barely out and he could see the sky still dark outside as he walks through the corridor but he was determined. She might not eat her breakfast in the Great Hall but she’s sure to come out of the dormitory to ask the kitchen elves for some food and he planned to catch her then.

Leaning on the wall, staring at the Ravenclaw entrance, Sirius fought his sleepiness by yawning every other minute. His eyes were getting watery from the lack of sleep but he couldn’t pass another day without fixing their relationship. His apology is long overdue and he’d be damned to postpone it another day.

An hour and a half after his arrival, he notices the gate moving. A figure was coming out of it, still looking as sleepy as he is and with hair unbrushed. She must’ve thought she wouldn’t meet anyone during this early hour.

“Morning.”

Startled, she looked in his direction. Sirius was smiling warmly at her, trying to act the most friendly to not lit any fuse, “What are you doing here?”

“I was wondering if we could get breakfast together?” He explains, taking closer steps to her “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been to the Great Hall lately so I supposed you’ve found a better place to take meals in and I’d love to go there too. If you’d have me, of course.”

She folds her hands in front of her chest, showing a defence, “I’m eating in my room. I’m only going to get some bread from the kitchen.”

“Sound.” He nods, trying to not show his nervousness under her daunting gaze “I’ll walk you to the kitchen then.”

Not saying a word and still putting out a cold shoulder, she walks past Sirius and heads to the kitchen. She could hear his footsteps following not far behind. She wasn’t expecting to see him, certainly not with her unkempt state right now. Had she known she would bump into him, she would have at least put on a jumper and hide under its hoodie.

“So, how was your essay?” Sirius asked, trying to open a conversation as he tried to match her pace “I’m sorry I didn’t help much with your Transfiguration essay, I thought you would return the next day to finish it together.”

She raises an eyebrow, “Why would I return?”

Sirius gulps, understanding the mistake he’s gravely made.

“Look, Sirius,” She says, stopping her walk to meet him properly “I think it’s best that we don’t see each other for a while. The last time we met it was.. It was a mistake and-”

“Hold on, Dove.” Sirius cuts in, desperately trying to stop her from falling deeper to the misunderstanding “I don’t know how to explain it, but what happened that day, it wasn’t a mistake. At least to me, it wasn’t. It was the most blissful experience I’ve ever had and if you wish to have space from me because of it then I understand. But please don’t think that I find it as a mistake.”

“You said it was nothing.” She argues, brows furrowed in confusion “You said you were just caught in the moment.”

“I know. You wouldn’t understand how much I hate myself for saying that rubbish but believe me, it wasn’t a mistake.” He defended, trying to reach for her hands to show his genuine intention “I was surprised that James caught us and I know it is no excuse but I just- I was too embarrassed to admit to my friends that they were right.”

She makes a confused face, slightly shaking her head, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“I like you.” Sirius confesses, his cheeks turning red in nervousness “No, scratch that, I love you. I’ve always loved you since we were still in nappies. It’s taken me forever to admit it because I don’t want to ruin our friendship, knowing how over the line my friend’s teases could be. I was too busy thinking about the right approach to confess that I’ve wasted too much of my time with people I certainly don’t desire because I only ever wanted you.”

Her gaze softens, trying to digest his words as if it was a brand new concept she’s unfamiliar with.

“Do you know why I so reluctantly want to help you with your Transfiguration essay?” He asks, earning a light shake of the head from her “It’s because I want to spend as much time as I can with you.”

“Oh? Oh.” She mumbles, slowly catching on to his words.

Sirius smiles, tucking a few stands of her hair behind her ear, “I know that you don’t need my help in any other field, that’s why I try so hard to stall time. I wanted to be around you, always. It’s awful enough that we’re sorted in different houses. The fact that you take advanced classes is making it hard for me to keep up with your pace and I just feel.. I’m afraid that you’ll forget about me one day or another.”

“Sirius..”

“I love you.” He says once more, this time sounding more firmly than before “And I’m sorry it’s taken me forever to admit it, but I really do. And I’m sorry if I’ve ruined our friendship but I just had to get it off of my chest and set the record straight. At least, from my end.”

She takes one of her hands off of his and places them on his cheek, gently brushing her thumb as she examines his facial features. The warm light of the sun is gradually showering them through the pillars of the corridors, making his dark brown eyes look like a pool of honey. Heavens know just how long she’s prayed for this day to come.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way.” Sirius continues, taking her lack of words to be his silent rejection “We could pretend that this conversation never occurs and-”

Before he could finish his words, she leans in and seals their lips once more. Her hands resting more comfortably on his shoulder, washing away every doubt and question she’s ever had about their relationship. For once she could finally understand Sirius and his hidden gestures. Everything falls into place as if the perfect jigsaw has been placed.

“You always talk too much.” She whispers once they pull away “Good thing I have a high tolerance for your annoying trait.”

“Thank Merlin for that.” He chuckles, staring at her eyes deeply “You look adorable but nothing beats the look on your face when I tell you I love you.”

“Then tell me again.”

Sirius smiles, appreciating his girlfriend’s teasing with a kiss to her nose, “I love you.”

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[naquey]

Drunk

c/w: underage drinking, drunken teenagers

Slytherin wins their quidditch match against Ravenclaw and hosts a party down in the dungeons, everyone except the Gryffindors are invited. Snape doesn't care much for the party scene, but he ends up having to be a babysitter for his supposed "only" friend.

Severus didn't mind the crowds, or the drinking, but he absolutely hated the hooting and hollering. He stood in the corner side eyeing everyone who was swaying and talking loudly. He was searching the faces in the crowd, house colors clashing together.

"Sev!"

Linnea stumbled, pushing past students and tripping over her own two feet. A lopsided grin stretched across her face casually. She reaches her hands out, making a grabby-motion. Her face was flushed, there was no doubt she was already drunk. As soon as she got to Severus she threw her arms around him, giggling.

"You made it! I thought you were never going to show up!"

He didn't shove her away, biting his tongue to keep from making a rude comment. Simply rolling his eyes and sighing.

"Of course I showed up."

"I was worried you were- were hiding from me again... You do that a lot."

"Come on, let's get you somewhere to sit down."

He guided her toward some chairs, his hand on her shoulder. Her legs were shaky as she moved, practically falling into the arm chair. Her legs tossed over the arm.

"Stay right here, I'll go get you some water."

"No!" Lienna grabbed his sleeve. "Don't leave. I hate being alone in big crowds."

He scoffed, but didn't move.

"That is very out of character for you."

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head, it lolled off the chair.

Severus coughed, clearing his throat.

"You're rather outgoing, very social. At times its seems as though you're too social."

"Aww! You think I'm social?"

"It's just an observation!"

"Well... I think you are really, really, really, really, really cute!"

"What-"

"Wait, wait- I thiiiink you would understand it better 'f I jus' said it with her face on."

"What are you talking about?"

Linnea sat quietly for a bit, trying to focus. Her hair suddenly turned orange, and her skin was peppered with freckles. She looked like Lily Evans.

"Oh god-"

Severus looked around before hoisting her up by her arm and dragging her off, walking quickly and ignoring the way she stumbled to try and keep up with him.

"Sev?" She tried to dig her heels into the ground, but her legs buckled, and she continued to stagger behind him.

"I'm not even going to get started on how morally wrong this is."

Severus let go of her wrist once they were out in the corridor, away from the crowd. His back was facing her, and he didn't want to look at her in this state. He knew she wasn't Lily and wasn't thinking straight, but it didn't stop how much it hurt.

"How are you doing this?"

"Wha- Oh! I'm a megaphone..."

That could have come out better.

"Wait, wait, wait. Megamortle- No- "

"Metamorphagus?" Severus answered for her.

"Yeah!"

"How on Earth did I not figure that out?" Severus muttered, mentally cursing himself.

She hung out with him all the time, and her hair just happened to change color with her emotions at certain times. To be honest, he just thought it was magical hair dye or something. They make all sorts of things now.

"You know, you're pretty smart. You're not just a potion master. You should have been a Ravenclaw."

She was saying nonsense because she was drunk.

"No, no, no, but I'm serious- Not Sirius- You get what I mean. I really really like you, but you like her." Her back slide down the wall, she cradled her head in her arms, legs against her chest.

"Can you- Can you please change back?" He still couldn't look at her, not like this.

"Why? I thought you- "

"I don't."

When Severus turned around again, he looked down at Linnea, curled up in a ball and leaning against the wall. She pulled at her hair to hide her face. Instead, she could have just willed it to do so, but that thought process needed to be there.

"You like Lily, and I'll never be Lily. I can't."

"You don't have to be." Severus sat down next to her. "I know emotions are high right now, but you don't have to be Lily."

For once, he allowed himself to be soft, comforting, and vulnerable. Linnea wasn't going to use it against him. She wasn't going to trick him or hurt him. She wasn't James or Sirius. She wasn't McGonagall. She was Linnea.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to like you. I didn't ask for this to happen. You just need a friend."

"I'm not mad- "

"I'm mad at myself." She cut him off.

"You're still my friend. Nothing has changed."

"But I hate myself for this!" Finally, he could hear her sobs; for a moment, they reminded him of himself.

Actually, this entire conversation reminded him of himself. When he pleaded for Lily to be his friend again, apologized for his feelings, and swore to lock them away and bury them in the deepest depths of his being, only she could smile at him again. Yeah, that went swell.

"Don't... Don't say that." Severus hesitated, wanting to reach out and put his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm disgusting and vile, and it's like I had an ulterior motive this entire time! I didn't, I swear! You just looked so lonely, and everyone was making fun of you- "

He wanted to punch himself for feeling so touched that she cared about him like this, but it was hurting her.

"Nothing has to happen. We're still friends. And we'll reach that point together if something does happen along the way."

He put his hand on her shoulder, and she shuttered. Her body shook with her sobs. Her arms wrapped tighter around her legs. Severus sat with her there in the corridor, a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. He wasn't much for comfort. It was so foreign to him. But for now, this would do.

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[calummss]

Thomas Shelby Hogwarts Professor Short Story

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Chapter 1: Pretty Cute

summary: a stranger catches your eye whilst shopping in diagon alley

pairing: professor! thomas shelby x fem student! reader

words: 1.6k

a/n: i asked, you answered, i delivered

The warm bright sun blazed onto the cobblestoned street of Diagon Alley. The bustling streets were filled with fellow wizards and witches who were flowing by the shops, hoping to get their essentials before school or work started again.

You were sitting outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, a small table right in front of the shop as you watched the crowd of people sway past you. The twins Fred and George were also sitting at the table, with you in the middle. Your tongue picked up the taste of sticky toffee pudding, your favourite. Fred and George each had a scoop of butterbeer and early grey with lavender.

It had become a habit or a sort of tradition to get Florean’s ice cream with the Weasleys since they started attending Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione was off somewhere with Harry and Ron, whilst your family, the Grangers, had met with the Weasley family to get the back-to-school-shopping-list ticked off.

‘Y/n,’ Fred turned his face to you with a playful smile and you had a feeling you knew what he was going to ask. ‘Since you’re in your 7th year now can we get your schoolwork from your 5th year?’

‘No, absolutely not.’ You answered back.

‘Why not?’ George asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. ‘We’re friends!’

You sat back in your chair, your ice cream still in your hand. ‘Because it would be very obvious that it’s your work.’ You scolded. ‘And second, you need to know. How else will you get on in the Wizarding World?’

‘You’re just like your sister.’ Fred exclaimed, continuing to eat his ice cream with narrowed eyes.

‘What do you mean by that?’

‘Ron talks about Hermione and what she says,’ George said, him too taking licks from his ice cream.

‘Well she’s right.’ You answer truthfully. ‘Glad to know I have a smart little sister.’

You continued to engage in conversation with the exception of making fun of Percy as he walked past the three of you.

‘Who do you think the new Defence Against The Dark Arts professor will be?’ Fred spoke as the other conversation started to bore him.

‘I don’t know but I hope they’re good looking.’ You answered, not really paying attention to your surroundings and continued to eat your ice cream.

George chuckled and Fred let out a small laugh.

‘What?’ You reproached. ‘Us girls deserve it after Quirell and Lockhart.’

‘What about us boy?’ Fred moaned, George nodding his head vigorously. ‘Why can’t it be a pretty female professor?’

‘You already don’t pay attention in class,’ you suppress a laugh, falling back into your chair. ‘That would be the worst thing that could happen to the both of you.’

‘You’re not even in our year so how do you know that George and I aren’t excellent students?’

‘First: I’ve seen your report cards. Two: Remember when I interrupted your Transfiguration class with McGonagall because Pomfrey needed that golden cup back?’ You eyed both of them. ‘I saw you playing with Jordan’s tarantula, scaring the Ravenclaw girls that sat behind you…’

Fred and George stayed quiet in defeat.

‘Oh, move over.’ You raised your voice at Hermione and elbowed her to the side. Diagon Alley was packed as it was and you certainly didn’t need a squashed hug from your sister.

‘I can’t otherwise I would.’ She snapped back at you.

It was the end of August and everyone was trying to tick off the last items off their back-to-school-list. Every year was a hassle but you were happy regardless. This would be your last time buying school equipment. You were officially a 7th year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Only one year left and you would begin your new journey on becoming an actress, studying at the Wizarding Acadeyour of Dramatic Arts.

‘Y/n.’ You heard your mother call out your name. ‘Are you coming?’

You hadn’t noticed that your parents had continued to walk down the road without you. Just as you caught up with them, you noticed a rather tall and good looking man walk across the street and step into Amanuensis Quills.

‘Dad?’ You ran up to him. ‘Since I’m taking your N.E.W.T.S this year, I was wondering if it would be alright for me to buy a new quill? Mine’s scratchy and patchy.’ You asked, lying from ear to ear.

‘Sure, I’ll come with you.’

‘Oh no, I can go by yourself. I’m pretty sure Mum needs you at Flourish and Blotts. Hermione needs a lot of heavy books for her third year.’ You blurted out, trying to change his mind.

‘That’s true. Good thinking.’ He realised. ‘Here’s the money, but please don’t buy the most expensive one.’

‘I won’t.’ You yelled as your feet were already running towards the shop and when you stood in front of it you could see the man browse through various inks.

He was around 170cm, dark brown hair, almost black that seemed soft to the touch, a small amount of stubble across the lower half of his face. He was wearing a big, blue sweater that looked very old and worn. Underneath a pair of dark brown trousers and black shoes completed his look.

You hadn’t noticed how long you were staring into the window when Amandus Cordell, the owner of the shop, stood in front of the glass blocking your view.

‘Miss Granger,’ Amand bleated.

You removed your head from the dirty window and tiled your head with an awkward smile.

‘Are you going to be staring all day or are you planning on coming inside?’ He raised his eyebrow at you shortly before pulling the door open.

‘Sorry, Mr. Cordell.’ You walked into the shop, the wooden floor creaking under your heels.

‘What can I do for you?’ He stepped back behind the counter and re-adjusted his spectacles.

‘Well,’ you stepped to the counter taking a quick glance to the man that was still looking at the inks. ‘I need a new quill since I’ll be taking your N.E.W.T.S at the end of the school year. I need a quill that will write perfectly.’ You smiled.

‘I know just what you need.’ His index finger went up and with that he left.

Only the man and you were in the open room together and you could’ve sworn that the walls were coming closer, pushing you towards him. He’s been staring at those ink bottles for over 5 minutes. Surely he found what he had come in for.

You pretended to look at the catalogue that Mr. Cordell had set out for his customers, trying your best to not stare at him.

‘I noticed you staring earlier.’ A deep voice penetrated the silence.

Your head whipped towards the man who still hadn’t moved. He was holding an ink bottle in his hand but his head was still looking down.

‘Excuse me?’ You asked, not taking your eyes off him.

He turned around and looked you straight in the eyes. His blue eyes stared into yours until you could no longer hold it and broke off the eye contact. He was intimidating.

‘When I walked in here, I noticed you staring.’ He chuckled. ‘Don’t worry.’ he smiled. ‘I’m flattered.’

‘Oh that, I’m sorry, you just seemed familiar.’ You lied start to finish. You had never seen him nor know anyone that looks like him. His appearance caught your attention and you clearly couldn’t deny his attractiveness. Normally you would have minded your own business but you just couldn’t.

He moved closer, you remained in your place. Even if you could move, You’re sure you wouldn’t have.

‘I know, you know that that isn’t true.’ His frame stood in front of you as you gulped. ‘I wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off you either.’ He breathed in your neck.

Goosebumps arose on your skin, your heart was pounding and your breath hitched as he removed his face from your ear. A smirk was painted across his face.

‘I-‘

‘Miss Granger, here would be the quill that I think would be a perfect fit.’ Mr. Cordell came out from the back. Deep down you thanked him. You had no words you could possibly think of saying to the man. You never ran out of things to say but right now at this given moment you were speechless.

You cleared your throat and turned your body away from him and went up to the counter.

‘It’s perfect. I’ll buy it.’ You said, trying to get out of the shop as fast as you could. It felt as though all the air was being sucked out of this place. A hand from behind placed down to sets of black ink, as you felt his chest swiftly on your back.

‘I’ll pay for these and the quill.’ The same voice from just a few seconds ago said.

‘Total comes to 5 Galleons.’ Mr. Cordell said as the man placed the coins onto the counter.

‘You’re welcome.’ He breathed down your neck before grabbing his stuff and walking towards the door.

‘Thank you.’ You yelled back but he was already out of the front door. As soon as the door closed you could feel your lungs expanding for air.

‘Are you alright?’

‘Perfectly adequate. Thank you Mr. Cordell.’ You breathed heavily. You grabbed your quill and returned to your family that were standing in front of Flourish and Blotts with the Weasleys and Harry.

No matter how much you tried to forget about the encounter, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. There was something about him but you couldn’t figure it out and probably never would. Your first and last time seeing that stranger.

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

It Took Me A Moment To Realize - George Weasley X Female (Potter) Reader

Title: It Took Me A Moment To Realize

George Weasley X Female (Potter) Reader

Additional Characters: Luna (Mentioned), Harry, Fred (Mentioned), Ron (Mentioned), Draco (Mentioned), Dementors (Mentioned), Snape (Mentioned), and McGonagall (Mentioned)

Requested

WC: 2,929

Warnings: Angst to fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, Ravenclaw reader, brief mention of bullying, cute stuff, nervousness, awkwardness, Dementors, and fainting.

Sitting at a lone table in the library, you studied and worked on your essay for Professor Snape. it was all going well until a certain redhead prankster sat across from you. You didn't even bother to look up, you knew who it was. George Weasley. He irritated you, to say the least. And his pranks with his twin brother, Fred, did not impress you in the slightest. It made you wonder if he was ever going to grow out of his immaturity. That's why you couldn't understand how he could be such a good player on the Gryffindor team.

"Oh, Potter~" George called to you, in a sing-songy voice, resting his hand on his chin.

You chose to ignore him... Maybe he would go away.

"Come on, love... Can't ignore me forever." He grinned, leaning back in his chair. "I just want to ask you something." He smirked.

It annoyed you that he would call you 'love'. It wasn't like he had any right to do so. Sighing, you paused what you were doing. Maybe if you answered his question, he'd leave you alone.

"Yes, Weasley?" You asked, looking up at him.

He grinned again and leaned forward so he was face to face with you.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He whispered, causing you to flinch.

"Hate you? I don't hate you... I just find you annoying and downright obnoxious." You huffed, rolling your eyes.

"That's not very nice, Potter. All I'm ever trying to do is get to know you..." He protested, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No need to try," You scoffed. "I know your true intentions. Pranks and all that. Don't think I forgot how you and your dimwitted brother hexed my hair blue in my first year."

"Well, yeah... But I thought you were cool with it by now." He argued. "You did rock that blue for a good few days."

"Not really." You admitted. "Malfoy gave me one heck of a torment."

George shook his head, his red hair swaying with each movement. "That's not my fault."

You let out a sigh through your nose, closing your eyes to calm yourself down, "It was your fault that my hair was blue in the first place."

"But I didn't mean-"

"Can you just leave, Weasley? I need to finish studying. You know... Something you never do." You rolled your eyes, turning back to your books.

He sighed heavily, standing up he looked at you one last time before leaving. Only a few minutes passed by until someone once again sat across from you. Sighing, you dropped your quill.

"Weasley, if you so help me-" You looked up.

It wasn't George.

"You talking to a Weasley?" Your brother, Harry asked, smirking a bit.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You sighed, exhausted, sitting up.

"Just thought I'd hang out with you while you study." He shrugged. "Besides, Ron and Hermione are missing, can't find them..."

You hummed and went back to your work but Harry stopped you, "So George was here?"

You looked up at your twin, "How did you know?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry hummed, tracing random circles around on the table before him, "You always are so annoyed when he's around... Are you sure you don't like him?"

You scoffed, "Of course not! Why would you even ask that?!"

Mrs. Pince loudly shushed you from her desk, you dropped your shoulders, a deep frown on your face.

Harry smiled a bit and moved to the seat next to you, "I think you push him away because he likes you."

You pursed your lips, "That is ridiculous, Harry."

"Maybe," He shrugged, looking at Mrs. Pince. "I have to get ready for the match today... See you there?" He asked and you nodded, giving your twin a smile.

"Wouldn't miss it."

As Harry left, you couldn't help but think back to George and your first year. You couldn't help but cringe. He was annoying, immature, and simply irritating.

~~~

At the match, you sat next to Luna, your best friend, chanting Harry's name as he flew out on his broom. In the beginning, the game was going swimmingly, but as Harry flew up higher and higher, passing the clouds to catch the snitch, you felt uneasy. You weren't sure what was wrong but, you could tell something was off about the entire situation. Then, suddenly, you felt dizzy and everything went black.

Gaining consciousness, you felt weightless, as if you were floating or flying through the air, but you felt the arms under your knees and back, holding you to a warm chest. Opening your eyes, you looked up, seeing George carrying you off to what you hoped was the infirmary. But, as he went toward the moving stairs, you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Where are we going?" You asked, your mind pounding with a dreadful headache.

"Your common room. The infirmary is full." George replied, looking down at you. "Your head hurts doesn't it?"

You nodded, feeling a bit nauseous.

"You should rest." He said, as he got up all the stairs and went towards the Ravenclaw entrance.

You shut your eyes again, hearing as George whispered the password and walked into the common room. You wondered how he knew the password, and why. Opening your eyes, George sat you gently down on the common room couch, before sitting next to you, but leaving space.

"How did you know the password?" You asked quietly, rubbing your temples.

"Lovegood." He muttered, his voice soft.

You frowned, trying to remember what happened. "All you could remember was the game and then darkness, and faintly... A scream.

"What... What happened?" You asked, your voice shaky.

George sighed, sitting up straight. "You fainted. Harry did too." He explained. "You almost hit your head when you fell but Lovegood caught you. I came over as quickly as I could and brought you here."

You looked up at him in shock. "Harry fainted too?" You asked, confused.

Was that why you felt so worried?

George nodded his head, looking down at his hands, "Yeah, he's fine though. Don't worry. He had taken the last bed in the infirmary, so McGonagall told me to take you to your common room."

You looked at George, unsure of what to do, but he grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

"Don't worry, Potter," He murmured, "He'll be fine."

You nodded tears in your eyes. This happened too on the train to Hogwarts. The Dementors must have done this. They frightened you. As Harry did too.

"Should I stay here with you?" George offered, pulling his hand back. "I mean... Can I stay with you? I want to make sure you are alright and don't faint again..." He trailed, looking up at you.

You smiled softly, "Thank you, but I don't want to waste your time," You said, wiping the tears from your eyes. "You probably have better things to do, like bloody pranking first years." You scoffed, closing your eyes.

George sighed, "I'm sorry about that, Y/N. I really am. I was dumb then and thought pranking you, my brother, and others was funny."

You laughed lightly, bitterly, "You're still dumb."

"I know... But, what I did to you wasn't right. And, I am sorry."

You didn't answer, and waited a moment before speaking, "Why did you do it?" You asked something you had been wondering for years.

George bit his lip, shifting awkwardly in his seat. "I wanted to be popular. But it was more than that, I thought that pranking you was the only way for you to notice me." He chuckled, looking down at his lap, "If only I knew what I know now."

"I noticed you the first day I met you." You mumbled, your voice thick with tears.

"Really?" He looked up at you with wide eyes, tilting his head as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You didn't have to prank me. You could've talked to me. I don't know why turning my hair blue, switching my pumpkin juice to prune juice, and turning poor Mittens into a toad would be a logical way of getting me to notice you. If anything, it made me dislike you." You huffed, looking down at your hands.

George nodded, "I see..." He said quietly. "I just... I didn't know how to talk to you. You are Y/N Potter, Harry Potter's sister and I was just George Weasley, a prankster. You are just so intimidating and beautiful… I knew I wasn’t worthy of you…" His voice trailed off and he looked down at his hands again.

"You thought I was intimidating... And beautiful?" You asked, slowly, feeling your face flush and your eyes widen as you looked over at the redhead.

Your heart was beating so fast, you felt as if it would burst. Your hands began to sweat, cheeks burning.

George pursed his lips before answering, "You are... But, you are also sweet. Kind. Caring. Smart. And so much more. I just... I wanted you to notice me..." His voice trailed off and he looked down at his lap. "I know I have absolutely no chance now, but I like you... A lot. Ever since I first laid my eyes on you…" He sighed, "I tried to be friends with you for years, but it was always awkward and you kept avoiding me… And I just thought pranking was a better option."

You bit your lip, "You gave a good reason for me to avoid you, George."

George froze when you said his first name. Loving how your voice pronounced his name, he smiled weakly.

"I don't know why you thought that pranking me would be the best way to get me to notice you." You thought out loud.

"Because I am a bloody idiot," George mumbled, looking up at you. "I can admit that."

You pursed your lips again, turning to look at the older boy in front of you. He sat slightly slouched, his dark brown eyes staring right into yours. His face was almost covered in cute freckles. Wait... What? You couldn't help but go over what George had said about you. That you were sweet, kind... How he said that you were beautiful. You felt your cheeks burn and butterflies fill your stomach. Did you have a crush on George?

"Y/N?" He asked, looking at you.

"Oh, um... Yes?" You stuttered, noticing that you might've been staring a bit too long at the youngest twin.

"Are you alright?" He asked, worried, and you nodded.

Clearing your throat, you spoke, "You think I'm beautiful?" You asked, your voice sounding small.

"Yes." He answered, looking down at his hands again. "Very. It’s crazy how beautiful you are… You must be a Veela."

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your face grow hot, "You like me?" You looked up at him, your eyes getting lost in his chocolate brown eyes.

"I do." He said, his voice husky.

"Really?" You breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes widened, "Yes, I really do."

You smiled, feeling your whole body warm up from head to toe.

"Well, I may or may not think you are cute." You admitted, smiling again.

His eyes grow wide, "You do?"

You nodded, finally looking away from him, fiddling with your fingers. "I didn't truly know it, but I think I do like you... Minus your immaturity."

"Really?" His tone was hopeful and he sat up straighter in his seat.

You nodded, "I mean, ignoring your prankster side... I thought you were funny."

"I'm glad you agree." He said with a smile, teasingly.

You then turned to face George again, with furrowed eyebrows. "But, before anything happens between us, you have to prove to me that you won't prank me or any other kids. Professors, I don't care, especially not my brother. Got it?" You softly demanded and George nodded with a huge adorable smile.

He reached out, squeezing your hand and you felt a flutter in your stomach at the contact.

"Absolutely, I promise you, you won't regret this." He promised, squeezing your hand gently again before letting go.

You sighed, "Alright, then." You agreed, smiling, and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

George froze, eyes wide, before a doopy-looking expression fell on his face, letting out a dreamy sigh. Shocked by his reaction, you giggled, loving your effect on him.

"Want to go with me to Hogsmeade?" He asked softly, and you nodded.

"Of course." You grinned, and George kissed you on the lips. It was a tiny peck, but it sent a thrill through your chest and your stomach. You pulled back, blushing, but you couldn't stop the smile on your face.

"You're making it really easy for me to forgive you, George." You teased, taking his hand and standing up from the couch.

"Where are we going?" He asked as the two of you left the common room.

"To see my brother... I want to make sure he's alright. And break the news to him that he was right."

George furrowed his eyebrows as he swung the two of your hands back and forward as you both walked. "Right about what?"

"He knew I liked you. And I bet Ron and Fred had some sort of bet about this." You shrugged, leading the way towards the infirmary.

George may have been a prankster and a rebel, but he was kind and smart, and you felt yourself falling for him, even if you were only just realizing your true feelings for him.

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[simplyfandomish]

Imagine you’re at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament...

Simplyfandomish’s Masterlist

Words: 2189

Warnings: None! 

Fandom: Harry Potter

A great hush came over the student body of Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when the great Headmaster Dumbledore raised his hands over his large golden podium and became to speak with a booming voice. “Now that we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement.”

The students - minus the First Years - all glanced at each other. With how the school years have been with the arrival of The Boy Who Lived, who knows what warning, rules, and regulations the Headmaster was going to say. 

The Weasley unashamedly stared at Harry with knowing eyes and smirks. 

Harry ignored their eyes. 

“This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard tournament!” 

Murmurs and excited whispers bounced off the stone walls of the Great Hall at the news. “Now for those of you who do not know, the Triwizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests, but for the first time ever the Ministry of Magic has granted acceptance for a fourth school to be entered!”

More excited chatter erupted across the four houses. 

“What school could it be?” 

“There’s only five other schools outside of the European continent.”

“Maybe the school in Japan?”

“I hope it’s Castelobruxo! I love Brazilian food!”

Dumbledore hushed the students again. 

“From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone, and trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later.” 

The room turned ominous at his decree. But many continued to vibrate in excitement for the tournament. 

In particular, a pale blonde boy in green robes puffed his chest out in pride. His cronies grinned at him. 

“Let us begin introductions, shall we?” Dumbledore smiled widely as he waved his hands towards the large wooden doors of the Great Hall. “Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies and gentlemen of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madame Maxime!”

The large doors burst open as a group of girls in blue silk uniforms pranced in a triangular form. As they made their way down the center aisle they sighed dramatically and leaned to the sides of the lined dinner tables. To add to the show, the females released a swarm of blue butterflies as they made it halfway down the hall. 

Some of the female students of Hogwarts watched the Beauxbatons girls with distaste and jealousy and elbowed the drooling boys sitting next to them. 

“They’re all veelas! Of course they’re all staring at them like pieces of meat.” Angela Johnson of Gryffindor huffed. She made a face when the blonde girl leading the parade of butterflies and sighs smiled in a knowing way. 

Other than the drooling attention the boys gave the girls, all attention went to the large woman that made her way down the aisle. She was large, and that word was not taken lightly! She was at least a good three feet taller than their half-giant gamekeeper, Hagrid.

“Blimey, that's one big woman.” A student whispered as they watched Madame Maxine walk by.

After the ladies finished their entrance, the male students of Beauxbatons school sauntered in. They mimicked the same ballet arms, hops, and sways as their female colleagues, but with less sighing.

This time it was the male student body of Hogwarts that had to elbow the females out of their stupors.  

A pair of Ravenclaw girls fanned themselves and held onto each other for support. 

A Slytherin girl actually fell off the bench when a handsome raven haired student winked at her. 

“You were saying?” Lee Jordan of Gryffindor teased Angela after he elbowed her. 

As the school’s last pizazz to their entrance was a young blonde girl in a pink and white leotard. She did an impressive show of acrobatics and a ribbon dance down the aisle, before ending in an impressive flip beside the same blonde that led the pack. They looked similar - Sisters, perhaps. The French school bowed in perfect synchrony after their performance - The Entire Hogwarts student body climbed to their feet in applause and whistled. 

“Encore!” Someone yelled from the crowd. 

Professor McGonagall shook her head in disappointment. 

Dumbeldore greeted the giant Headmistress and showed her to her seat at the professor table. He turned back to his students. “And now our friends from the North, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master Igor Karkaroff!” 

These boys were the exact opposite of the Beauxbatons’ boys - they were large and rugged, with a more mountain man appearance rather than the delicate, pretty princely types of Beauxbatons. 

They all wore red blood uniforms with variously colored fur coats, making them even more intimidating; All marched into the Hall with heavy wooden staffs that they banged and stabbed into the floor like war drums. Sparks erupted from the ends of their staffs, before the students turned and began a choreographed fight with their staffs.   

“Blimey it’s him!” Ronald Weasley of Gryffindor swooned as he spotted his role model (and man crush). “Viktor Krum!” 

The legendary Quidditch Seeker marched beside the Durmstrag headmaster, both wearing fierce, intimidating looks. 

To finish their entrance, a boy blew fire to create a fire dragon to swirl around their High Master to further their intimidation tactics.

 The two headmasters greeted each other with a pat on the back and a small smile, before they separated and Dumbledore went back to his podium. “And now for our final and our most special guest, our friends from across the pond, from Salem, Massachusetts: Quendrum Academy and their Headmistress Agatha Hallewell!” he gestured towards the doors again, but nothing happened. 

Brows furrows and mutters of confusion erupted throughout the Great Hall. Some students rose to their feet to spy anything out of the ordinary. 

Suddenly, the floating candles in the Great Hall dimmed slowly, almost becoming extinguished, and fog began to seep from the fireplaces. 

Students of Ravenclaw and Slytherin Houses inched away from the fireplaces beside them. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students stood instead to see the fireplaces. 

Screams erupted when the fog sparked and large green flames erupted in the hearths. 

Students and teachers feared the worst. Was someone Flooing in?? 

Cackles and jeers then erupted throughout the Great Hall, but still no one was seen-! 

The large doors of the Great Hall finally burst open, nearly ripping the hinges out of the stone and a brigade of shadowed figures with pointy hats on brooms soared in the room. 

Some of the witches from Quendrum Academy messed with the students, even the foreign ones. They grabbed their uniform hats, pulled on robe hoods, and snagged food from people’s plates. Students ducked and yelped to avoid getting a face full of broomstick straw. 

The witches cackled as they messed up the Beauxbatons’ perfect hairstyles with their reckless flying. 

The other bunches of witches simply high-fived some students or used their wands to rain down gold sparkles. 

The new First Year students especially loved the sparkle showers. 

A group of five soared into the hall in a ‘V’ formation, keeping ranks as they circled the entire interior of the Hall before flying low to the ground. Four of the witches flipped back as the leading female came to an abrupt halt in front of the Headmaster and floated in front of the pedestal. 

“Agatha, lovely to see you again.” Dumbledore greeted with a warm smile. 

The Headmistress smirked underneath her large witches hat. “A pleasure it is indeed, Albus.” She grinned widely. She was tall and thin with a perfect face and salt-and-pepper gray hair. Her blue eyes twinkled as she hopped off the broomstick and waved her wand to brighten the room again. “My girls and I are honored for you to have us.” At her words, her students floated down from the high ceilings and landed on the floor, benches, and tabletops. 

With normal light returned, the audience could see the entire Quendrum student body. They all wore black and gold uniforms with long cloaks pinned around their necks with golden brooches of the school insignia in the front. They all wore classic witch hats with large brims and tall points, but all were vastly different from the other. All were decorated in wild, different ways. 

One girl had cobwebs with a live spider hanging off the brim of her hat (the little spier did a small curtsy), while another girl wore a pastel colored hat with clumps of colorful flowers and lots and lots of lace. Another girl had a leather hat with intricate cloth patterns sewn into the fabric, two large golden thunderbird feathers and tiny colorful beaded charms swayed with every movement she made. 

Half of the Gryffindor table gawked up at the young witch that nearly stepped in the bowl of mashed potatoes upon landing. You chuckled in embarrassment, “Sorry about that.” 

Harry couldn’t help but stare at the pretty witch. The details of your face were delicately illuminated by the small balls of fire that floated within the small glass spheres that hung around the brim of her hat. 

“Girls!” Mistress Hallewell called out. 

The students of Quendrum fell in line and made their way up the center aisle. 

Chuckles erupted when a witch in a terrarium themed hat slipped on a spoon and landed roughly on the bench.

The little frog housed within the pointed glass top jostled in its wood and mossy home and croaked in annoyance. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She lifted a hand up and gently rubbed the glass to soothe her poor familiar.

Neville and other Gryffindors gawked at the terrarium the witch wore. Neville’s friends were positive he had just fallen in love right then and there. 

Ironic since a witch in a bright pink hat with red roses, glittery hearts, and dove wings helped the witch with the frog to her feet.  

You snickered at your friend as you carefully stepped down off the dining table, jumping when your free hand was grabbed and you met bright green eyes that shimmered like emeralds. 

“T-Thank you.” You nodded in gratitude as the pretty boy helped you off the table and onto the floor. 

Harry’s friends smirked and grinned up at their friend at the interaction. The twins elbowed and smacked each other as they couldn't believe their eyes. 

Harry James Potter?? Having game with a pretty foreign witch?? Who knew??

Harry knew exactly what he had done, but did he care that his friends were going to chew him out and rip him apart tonight in teases and jests? Not one bit! 

Not when his emerald green eyes stared into your illuminated (e/c) eyes. 

The little glass spheres chimed and twinkled like fairies with every as you stood back on the ground. 

“C’mon, (Y/n).” The same pink hat witch with hearts walked past with the frog witch. She also smirked at the interaction. 

Your little love bubble popped and you remembered where you were. “Uhh t-thanks again.” You couldn’t fight the rush of butterflies that filled your stomach and your face expressed those feelings. 

Harry nodded with a small smile - still star struck. 

As you joined your covenant, Harry slinked back into his seat, but his eyes never tore from you. 

Not even when Ron, the twins, or any of his other friends grinned at him. 

At least his female friends made their curiosity and excitement less obvious. 

“Now that we’ve all been introduced, let’s give our foreign friends a proper Hogwarts welcome!” Dumbledore whipped out his wand and flicked it, golden words appeared from the air and a small pointer bounced on the words as the Hogwarts student body began their performance. 

“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts, teach us something please. Whether we be old and bald, or young with scabby knees our heads could do with filling with some interesting stuff.”

The foreign schools all had different reactions when the students began to sing. 

Beauxbatons was gathered on the right side of the hall and exchanged pathetic looks with one another. 

Durmstrang stood in the center and kept their usual unamused stone faces, however some fought off smirks and snorts. 

 “For now they're bare and full of air, dead flies and bits of fluff, do teach us things worth knowing.” Students didn’t know the words - or purposefulyl sung the wrong - others were incredibly off key and off beat. from somehwere in teh ocean of Hogwarts students someone sang it like funeral march. 

Quendrum was gathered on the left and weren’t afraid to hide their expressions. Some danced in a goofy way, others stood expressionless or grinned and chuckled. 

Harry flushed in embarrassment when his eyes met yours again; His arms were raised in the air to sway along with his colleagues as they sang. 

You covered your mouth to hide your giggles, but Harry loved the way your cheeks rose and eyes squinted with your grin. 

“Bring back what we've forgot! Just do your best! We'll do the rest and learn until our brains all rot!”

Harry ducked his head when Ron and Lee wrapped their arms around his shoulders and began to rock him back and forth to the beat. You laughed again. 

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[benscursedkid]

synopsis: Isabella and Talbott seem to be often subjected to everyone else’s holiday spirit. That’s when Talbott notices a recurring theme…

characters: talbott winger x isabella wallace (@arielemberbridge’s mc)

genre: fluff. just fluff

warnings: none

words: 1.868

aside: hello! I’m your secret santa this year! I really hope you like it. I went through so many different drafts and ideas in order to get your mc just right so I hope I succeeded. happy holidays to you and everyone reading! ❤️

*my submission for the @hphmsecretsanta event this year!!!

The first time it happened, Talbott had no idea that this would turn into a recurring theme between them.

They’d been assigned to work together in the green house while Professor Sprout stepped out. Having been the two students closest to her when she did, she asked them to harvest her plant for her while she briefly dismissed herself to have a word with Professor McGonagall. This wouldn’t be so bad really if they weren’t trying to do so in front of a live audience.

Thankfully, it seemed easier than they originally assumed and they began their task with relative ease. The students around them elected to chat amongst themselves, filling the greenhouse with idle chatter and distant voices. The afternoon sun spilled in through the window, casting a golden aura about the room.

Talbott almost began to appreciate the serenity of the moment when it was oh so rudely interrupted.

“Have you done this before?” His fellow fourth year asks, hugging her robe a bit closer to her on account of the winter chill in the air. Even with the warming charm it can still be felt in waves.

He nearly doesn’t deign to reply, but does so with an arched eyebrow. “I haven’t.”

This time the other student, Isabella Wallace, turn to look him in the eye, her own sparkling with amusement and mirth. “That so? You’re doing quite well though.”

“Perhaps because it’s in the current chapter of our textbook.” Talbott bites back, perhaps a bit more hostile than was necessary.

Isabella sends him an unimpressed look and he sighs in defeat. “It’s not difficult. You’re also not doing awful.”

A smirk paints her mouth, her brown eyes reflecting the sunshine and looking warm. “My, is that a compliment? From Talbott Winger? The guy with a notorious bad mood?”

Talbott groans and rolls his eyes. “I can always retract it, y’know.”

“Nope, too late,” Isabella shakes her head, her blonde ponytail swaying gently with the movement. “You’ve already given it. The compliment has been received. You can’t take it back.”

She smiles up at him and Talbott scowls and turns away as his chest blooms with warmth. Like a virus.

Isabella grins winningly at his acquiescence.

The animagus debates objecting further or letting the conversation meet its awkward but timely end there when he notices the lack of idle chit chat in the background. He turns his head to examine this change and meets the wide, intrigued glances of everyone else in the room. From his peripheral, he can see Isabella look to do the same.

“What?” She asks lamely, almost childlike.

A kid at the back, a blonde ravenclaw with a mischievous grin, merely points up towards the ceiling.

His eyes first study the space above the ravenclaw’s head, but when he finds nothing he frowns in confusion. That is, until he feels a tug at his robe and he looks over to find Isabella also pointing upwards.

His entire expression slips from his face when he recognizes what he sees.

Isabella blushes but makes an attempt to laugh off the awkwardness. The rest of the class, however, aren’t quite so ready to dismiss what could possibly be enough drama to last their year for the next month and a half. And just when he thought the attentive looks weren’t bad enough, they began to chant.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Not entirely unexpected for a band of teenagers, though the whole thing still felt terribly juvenile to him. Talbott even began to blush from embarrassment.

Suddenly, Isabella turns to him and Talbott arches a brow at her. “Do you mind?”

He blinks. “Pardon?”

She goes to reply, but is cut off by the cheers growing even louder. With a shrug and a sigh, she steadies herself by grabbing his forearm and pushing up onto her toes to plant a kiss on Talbott’s cheek. Her lips are a bit chapped from the weather but still somehow softer than he expected them to be as they brush his skin.

Right as she pulls back, leaving Talbott stunned, wide-eyed, and dumbfounded, the door to the greenhouse opens.

“What in Merlin’s beard is going on here? I leave for two minutes and the next thing you know I hear—” Her eyes spot Isabella and Talbott at the front and Isabella hastily drops his arm. Her eyes automatically shoot up to the roof.

Understanding dawns on her.

“Well, I suppose that’s what I get for forgetting I let the students hang up mistletoe in here.”

Their professor shakes her head and shoos them both back to their seats. She resumes her place and carries on with the lecture but this time, Talbott can’t help but allow his eyes to drift up and over the table.

Across from him Isabella is already staring back. When he catches her eye, she doesn’t blush or look away. She merely offers him a warm smile.

It suddenly feels warmer in the greenhouse.

II.

The second time they were caught in such unfortunate circumstances, Talbott had the bright idea to follow her down into Knockturn Alley.

Suffice to say, it wasn’t exactly a fun excursion.

So far removed from the safe boundaries and protective wards of Hogwarts grounds, every step felt precious. The snow crunched beneath his boots but he felt more like he was walking on ice. Whenever he looked up, another dark witch or wizard had their eyes peeled to them. The entire alley felt foreboding and threatening.

Isabella casts him a look over her shoulder as she trudges forth. “I told you that you didn’t have come. I would’ve been fine by myself.”

“Maybe,” Talbott concedes, but his tone still holds a stubborn edge. “Maybe not. But you’re undefeated, Isabella, not immortal.”

She releases a long sigh and stays quiet for a moment. “I wish you would’ve stayed at the castle.”

“I’m aware.”

“You could get hurt here.”

“So could you.”

Isabella rubs nervously at her arms. A frown clear on her face to broadcast her blatant disagreement.

Now sixteen, Talbott had grievously grown to care for the wild Gryffindor. While certainly troublesome and stubborn—and at times immensely frustrating—she was, he had reluctantly admitted to himself years ago that her kindness and selflessness was endearing. Endearing enough, it seems, to warrant a tentative crush on the cursebreaker. Not that he’s yet said as much.

Finally, after what feels like much longer than it likely was, they reach the spot they’re supposed to be at when they meet up with Jae.

Isabella pulls Talbott into a small alcove, but hesitates on the shove.

He follows her eyes to a small gathering of witches and wizards, speaking in frantic, hushed tones. Her fist clenches as she stares at them and she makes to step away from their hiding spot but Talbott reaches out to grab her elbow, stopping her.

“Don’t. We aren’t here for them. They’ll get their karma in due time.”

The brunette looks back once before relenting and settles back against the cold stone wall.

Their little alcove is beyond cramped. Just enough room for them to both lean against the walls at their backs without touching, but certainly not enough for someone to shove down the path between them. He’s much taller now than he’d been before, and he can’t stop himself from looking down and admiring her.

Nose and cheeks dusted a bright red from the snowy weather, hands shoved into her overcoat where she hides her wand. Dark blonde hair falling haphazardly around her shoulder, collecting snowflakes. Her lips chapped and close to cracking.

“Staring is impolite.” Talbott reads from her lips as they curl into a playful, albeit tired, smirk. “It’ll give a girl ideas.”

Talbott starts and clears his throat, casting his eyes away. “Right. I guess I spaced out.”

She doesn’t seem satisfied with this response but lets it pass. She shuffles and it inadvertently brings them closer. He thinks the moment might slip away but then she chuckles, drawing his attention back.

“This must be some sort of joke.”

“Excuse me?”

This time, it’s more of a snicker as she removes a gloved hand to gestures up above them. Talbott doesn’t even need to look to know what it is.

“Mistletoe,” Isabella supplies. “Again.”

Talbott tsks, looking away. He’s momentarily extremely thankful the cold hides his blush. “How ridiculous.”

“I think they’re fun,” Isabella grins and Talbott’s gaze snaps back to her. “Don’t you?”

He freezes, feeling as though he’s melting into the wall behind him. “I, uh—”

Isabella takes a step closer, her gloved hands gently pulling his from his own pockets and holding them. “Indulge me?”

He can’t even say yes before they’re both leaning in.

“Guys!”

They both jump apart, knocking into the brick walls at their backs. Isabella runs at her head, having bumped it on the stone.

Jae gives them a toothy, devious grin, crossing his arms as she approaches them from the main alley.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Talbott grumbles and rolls his eyes before pushing past them both. “Let’s go. We don’t have all day.”

III.

“Talbott? Have you seen my boots?” Isabella calls from their bedroom, her voice barely rising over the intense whistling of the wind outside.

“You left them with the laundry, love.” He calls back patiently.

“The black ones with the—”

“With the laces, yes.” He assures her, followed by the pattering of her footsteps, softened by her fuzzy socks.

She returns a moment later with a triumphant smile as she walks easily, directly into his waiting embrace. He deposits a kiss to her temple.

“I knew I left them there.” She teases.

“I’m sure.” He allows. “You ready to go now, then?”

Isabella nods, but steals his hands away in hers when he reaches for their gift bag. He involuntarily shivers as she pulls him closer to the fireplace by the lapels of his coat, the warmth of it enveloping him with a sharp contrast from the snowy expanse outside.

Their little house in the woods might be modest now, but they do have their plans to expand. Someday. Should the right time and opportunity arrive.

Branches tap at their windows but they pay it no mind. “Before we leave, can I show you something?”

Talbott considers the request. “Will I regret it?”

Isabella, who’d usually balk at such teasing, merely hums and shakes her head with a coquettish grin. “I don’t think so.”

His thumb brushes over the ring on her finger and he knows he’s already given in. “Then I suppose we could spare the time, since you’re so sure.”

Isabella smiles, victorious, and pulls him down into a thoughtful kiss. The fire strokes the warmth in his chest and his hands find purchase at her waist. He kisses her back eagerly, her lips by now familiar.

“How was that?”

Talbott smirks at the huskiness of her voice. “Lovely, dear, though I fail to see what it is you wanted to show me.”

“Look up.”

The words alone pull a chuckle from his throat but he does anyway.

Mistletoe.

Of course.

“Third time’s the charm, right?”

Talbott nods and leans in again. “Right. And everyone knows the best things come in threes…”

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[mangoshorthand]

here’s my take:

luther: gryffindor. his morals are always at the forefront of his character, and despite it being intermixed with stupidity, so is his bravery. he’s a gryffindor.

diego: muggle hufflepuff to his chagrin: he wanted to be one of the “cool ones” but landed in this house because in essence, him continuing to keep up the discount bin batman act was to protect those he cared about as well as an homage to his family -keeping with tradition, going back to a better time more so than an actual sense of right and wrong.

allison: slytherin. no doubt. arguably you could justify that this is mostly dictated by her gift of controlling people - but i’d argue that the allison that’s fleshed out prior to s1 ep1 is a great foundation for her slytherin tendencies. she’s a celebrity, she achieved this not through talent but craftiness and cunningness. this slytherin placement is reaffirmed by her treatment of viktor in season 3. her and 5 are in the same place of having lost everything, but they move forward differently.

klaus: ravenclaw. klaus is intelligent, i’m just a firm believer that he downplays it for a number of reasons: high expectations from his family/father, bigger chance for disappointment, and it being viewed as compensation for him being “useless”. klaus fits well into ravenclaw due to his eccentricities and open mindedness. (ravenclaw bias)

five: hufflepuff; most see his demeanour and immediately associate him with slytherin stereotypes or default him to ravenclaw because of his intelligence and eccentricity - but arguably his emotional anchor, the nucleus that is five hargreeves is his family, he’s a hufflepuff beyond measure.

☂️ben: ravenclaw; though keeping him and klaus together is a nice reason, i think he’d be ravenclaw regardless; he’s witty and unconventional even in death, and i think that speaks to the ravenclaw spirit (ha🙄😒) well.

viktor: i get caught between slytherin and gryffindor. though viktor has a good sense of right and wrong and has endured and powered through blow after blow, to call him a gryffindor indefinitely disregards how power-hungry and cunning he can be. meeting with the sparrows in s3. ultimately i could be swayed either way but i lean towards slytherin. him and allison could be a good reflection of one another. two sides of the same coin.

Strange, I don't see Viktor as power hungry at all. I see him as somebody who's been disempowered for so long finally learning to step into his power. He only meets Marcus clandestinely because most of his family are spoiling for a fight and he wants to avoid that if possible. To me, he's a pretty solid Gryffindor.

And Five as a Hufflepuff...I still don't see it. Yes, he's loyal like a Hufflepuff, but I think his intelligence and potential for ruthlessness would outweigh that and he'd be a Ravenclaw boi. He doesn't really value fairness or equality and I think that's a core Hufflepuff trait.

I could also see Klaus in Ravenclaw, and I imagine the sorting hat would too, but I can imagine him begging for Hufflepuff and being put there due to his tendency to downplay his own intelligence. I don't think he'd want the expectation of academic achievement

[bluesylveon2]

An Indirect Confession

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Hogwarts/Harry Potter related. That all belongs to JK Rowling. Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha.

A/N: This was submitted for the @levihan-drabbles fanfic contest. Enjoy! Also I have not read the HP books in so long so forgive me if I mess up with the worldbuilding.

The Yule Ball was a formal dance held during the Triwizard Tournament. It was held on Christmas night, a night for wizards and witches from the three attending schools to dress up, eat, and dance until their heart's content.

All the students were dancing except for Levi Ackerman. He had danced many times already and took a break at the Astronomy tower.

Levi stared at the twinkling stars from his spot. To him, the night sky was truly beautiful, peaceful even. It reminded him of the nights when his mother would talk about the constellations to him and his sister, Mikasa. The tower was his place where the wizard could hide when he wanted to get away from the crowd.

Levi closed his eyes to fully take in the serenity of the night. Levi could see the full moon's reflection on the Black Lake, and the trees surrounding it swayed a bit from the wind. If Levi could, he would stay at the tower forever. He already had his hands full from being the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain.

A minor scuffle and a quiet "shit" broke Levi out of his trance. Levi instinctively took out his wand from his robes, ready to attack the intruder if necessary.

"Who's there?"

"It's me, Hange. You know? The amazing Ravenclaw prefect? Your date to the ball." she called out teasingly.

Levi slowly put his wand away, a look of regret evident. "I'm sorry about that. I was getting a little bit overwhelmed by the festivities."

Hange walked over to Levi and gave him a sympathetic smile. "I don't blame you, but you owe me for leaving me behind," she plopped herself down on Levi's old spot.

"Do you want another dance or something?" Levi asked while wrinkling his nose at the thought of dancing again. Poor boy has never been the best dancer, and it showed when he and Hange were on the dancefloor.

Hange snorted and patted the spot next to her. "Oh, I would never ask you to do that. We had already danced enough times today, and I noticed that you were getting tired of it. I know balls are not your thing anyway, so I just want to sit together with you instead."

Levi sat down and joined Hange in staring at the stars. "So-" he began without taking his eyes off the sky. "Where is your brother anyway? I'm surprised that he had not tried to sniff you out when you left."

Hange let out a slight hum in thought before smiling mischievously. "I may or may not have told Mike that one of the Beauxbatons girls wanted to be his date. The rest was a slice of cake."

Levi turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "Is it the one who is part Veela*? Her name is Nanaba, right?"

Hange turned to face Levi with bright eyes. "Bingo." she laughed until she realized that Levi was staring at her with a slight smile on his face. She blushed bright red. "So, where are your friends? I thought that they would be looking for you too. With you being the infamous, grumpy Hufflepuff and all." she joked in an attempt to not focus on Levi's face.

"Isabel and Furlan are busy stuffing their mouths with food. Everyone else is too busy dancing." Levi said while rolling his eyes at the grumpy Hufflepuff part.

Hange chuckled before putting all of her attention to the sky. Levi followed suit, and the two watched the stars in silence.

"You know. I was always fascinated by the night sky. It is so dark, yet the stars and the moon are the only things lighting up the sky. It kind of reminds me of you." She stated without taking her eyes away from the stars.

Levi frowned at the thought. "How?"

"Well, many people think that you are broody, grumpy, and unapproachable, but you're not. You are different. For example, if everyone is like the sun, you are the stars that shine brightly at night. Also-" She trailed off before turning to Levi and gently grabbing his hand. Levi looked at her with shock, his face tinted red. "I find myself at peace with you. The night makes me content, just like you," she added with a small smile.

Levi was too stunned to speak. He has associated himself with the night before, but not from Hange's perspective. To him, she was like the sun, bright, and everyone was following her path. Another thing about the sun was that the moon reflected sunlight onto the Earth. In Levi's opinion, he has always felt much happier and alive ever since he met Hange.

Hange gently squeezed Levi's hand before turning to face the moon. She decided it was time to take a leap and be vulnerable.

"The moon is really beautiful tonight, isn't it, Levi?" she said with a serene smile and a warm feeling in her chest. Hange knew that Levi would understand her words without telling him the meaning directly. It was from the bond they shared in their years at Hogwarts together. From taking Defense Against Dark Arts to drinking a glass of butterbeer at Hogsmeade. Hange knew that she was taking a step forward in her relationship with Levi, and she did not want to turn back.

Levi continued to stare at her before squeezing his hand back in reassurance. He understood Hange's words, and he realized then that he never wanted to let go of Hange's hand. He wanted to stay by her side until the day they died. Levi had learned to love Hange from all these years with her. She was not only a powerful witch but his best friend and the one he loves.

"It really is."

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*Veelas are magical creatures with white-gold hair and moon-bright skin. They are described as being very beautiful unless they are angered. An angry Veela transforms into something that looks like a harpy and can throw fire. Since Nanaba is half-Veela, it is unknown whether or not she can transform/throw fire.

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#levihan #levihan fanfiction #levi x hange #attack on titan #aot

[pandoramalfoyx]

did you hear that [ PANDORA MALFOY ] will be attending the Black Ball during the coming weekend? They recently arrived in London for the social season and we will be excited to see if they make a splash this year. I heard that they are currently working as an [ UNSPEAKABLE ] and that they have been quite successful. They always reminded me of [ THE SPARK OF A NEW SPELL, WORDS THAT FUMBLE OUT A LITTLE TOO QUIETLY, A VULNERABLE CORE LOCKED BEHIND HARD GLOSSY ARMOUR ] and I heard that they can be [ A GENIUS + GRACEFUL ] but also [ ALOOF + MEAN ]. Rumor has it that they are [ NEUTRAL ABOUT (for now!) ] Tom Riddle, but you know that you can’t believe everything you hear. As far as I know, they are a model member of pureblood society

Age: 26 Pronouns: She/they Occupation: An unspeakable. Family: Pandora is a Malfoy, and a cousin to Lucius. Past Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Personality: Pandora hides her quirks behind a perfect pureblood persona. Any weirdness was conditioned out of her by her parents, who taught her to sit still and be pretty, to be seen and not heard, and to not let anyone think she was different. However, deep down, Pandora is a dreamer. She believes in a softer world, believes in strange and unseen things that no one else does, and she can honestly be kind of a weirdo.

Bio:

Pandora was a child with skinned knees and dirty palms. Her hair in tangles, her pretty dresses ruined. She ran off at every moment to play with fairies in the garden, to trace the movement of the stars over the sky, to braid flowers into a crown for her to wear. She dog earred books in the library, and recieved more than one slap on the wrist for it when she was young. At a very young age she was bullied, because little girls weren't supposed to act like she did. She was too loud, and she said strange things, and that made her different.

It was apparent from a young age that Pandora was something of a prodigy. Not in any of the things that would have made her a perfect little lady. She was awful at piano. She hated to paint. Her embroidery always ended up a tangled mess. But when it came to underage magic, Pandora was a natural. Even without a wand, she could make fireworks. Her father encouraged it, and allowed her to do almost whatever she wanted magically even before she started school. She devoured every book on magical theory he gave her.

Her mother, however, disagreed with her fathers stance on things. She thought that Pandora needed to learn how to behave properly. So her hours became dedicated to lessons on ettiquite and manners. She learned to keep so much of herself hidden that she was almost a different person. Where she had once been a strange but bright girl, she became cold and aloof. Where she used to talk endlessly for hours, she started becoming quieter and quieter.

By the time she started Hogwarts she was the picture perfect daughter that her parents always wanted. She was still a prodigy, clearly, and was sorted into Ravenclaw. But she ran in the right circles and joined the right clubs, and learned to highlight her pretty and polite nature over everything else.

Pandora was recruited by the Unspeakables when she was 17 and had just graduated hogwarts. She does a lot of experimentation with the invention of spells and different other secret projects.

Pandora's weirder side often comes out when she's at work, in the safety of the highly secure Department of Mysteries. But those who see her in the hall of the Ministry may notice an odd brightness or wildness in her eyes, and a much wider smile than normal being present on her face. She often shows more of her true personality when she is drunk as well.

Pandora ia currently neutral on the Tom Riddle situation but is open to be swayed one way or another!

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[sk1fanfiction]

Chapter Fifteen: For Whom the Bell Tolls

A vote of no confidence is announced by Dolores Umbridge. Voldemort plots with the Black sisters. Gryffindor plays Ravenclaw. Theodore Nott gets on Harry Potter's last nerve. Read from the beginning at AO3|FFN

Voldemort allowed himself a short laugh. "Well, he is not wrong. Another Benjamin Goldstein?"

"Worse, My Lord," said Narcissa. "Benjamin Goldstein does not have a newspaper."

"In the meantime, have someone keep an eye on him. Find out his price. In times of crisis, the public often turns to conspiracy. He may be useful to us."

"Hassan Shafiq—"

"—Is infiltrating the Auror Department."

"I could have him reassigned, My Lord," Narcissa suggested, sitting forward slightly.

"No, we cannot lose our eyes in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. We may need him to take care of Bartemius Crouch should he foolishly refuse to come to heel."

Something dark passed over Narcissa's face, but it was nothing to Bellatrix's intensity.

"My Lord... You believe he will refuse?"

Voldemort considered this. Crouch Senior was an admirable wizard in many ways; a fellow Slytherin, ambitious, serious, dedicated, and embodying the House ethos — Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends. It would be a shame to kill him, a waste, but if he could not be swayed or subdued, someone would have to take care of him. He was, after, all, the one person who could stop the Ministry from crumbling, or, at least, delay its inevitable fall.

"Ask Dolores Umbridge to assign him a personal guard," said Voldemort. "Make sure Shafiq is among them. That way, he shall be ready at any moment to dispose of him."

#instruments of darkness #rfmd #harry potter #fanfiction #ao3 #okay this one actually took blood sweat and tears to post on time #because i depleted my chapter backlog bc i was spending writing time planning the year finale chapters #spoiler: harry gets to punch theo in this one

[thatdammchickennugget]

Want This To Be Real

pairing - james potter x fem!reader

summary - not being able to find your best friend remus, you rely on james to help you out of an uncomfortable situation.

warnings - female reader, slut-shaming, confrontation, fake dating trope

wordcount - 3k

The loud music was deafening, your heartrate picking up as you pushed your way through the dancing students in the Gryffindor common room. “Where is he?” you muttered to yourself, ducking under someone’s arm that was thrown out as the boy belted out the abba lyrics.

You wondered why you had even agreed to come tonight. Damn Marlene and her ability to talk you into anything. The blonde had promised to stick by your side but only moments after having her first drink, she was off following some Slytherin girl around in hopes of getting her to dance with her.

To be fair, Marlene had seen Remus Lupin’s messy head of hair through the crowd and assumed you would just go and sit on the sidelines with him like you usually did. That had been your plan after she left you standing near the drinks table, but unfortunately being a good bit shorter than most of the people surrounding you made the task of finding him quite difficult.

You had given up on your search and went to get yourself a drink when you felt a presence intruding on your personal space. Finishing up your drink first, you turned to see who wanted to talk to you and you had to supress the groan threatening to spill from your lips.

Steven Teller had been getting on your nerves for the better part of the year, following you around after classes and during Hogsmeade trips and seemingly unable to take a hint. Even though one of those hints had been you telling him straight up that you were not interested and that you wished for him to just bugger off.

When he first started talking to you when you got partnered up for a Transfiguration assignment, you had thought he was a nice enough guy. The assignment went great, Professor McGonagall praising you two on your good work, and he appeared to be well liked among his Ravenclaw housemates.

You had been over the moon excited when he asked you out on a date, him being the first guy to ever show any amount of interest in you. But it did not take long after the two of you sat down for some butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks for you to figure out you were not into him like that.

On the way back to the castle you had explained to him how you would love to remain friends but that was as far as your feelings went. He apparently, had made it his sole mission in life to prove you wrong. But the way he was going about it only made you like him less and less.

You had tried to excuse yourself the moment you noticed it was him, but he had managed to corner you multiple times since then. Sure he was still hot on your heels, you pushed past a couple making out in your search for your lycanthrope friend.

Relieve flooded over you when you saw the back of James Potter’s head. Wherever Sirius and James were, Remus could not be far away. Your face fell when you came to a stop next to the Potter boy and Remus was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Rem?” you asked as James looked down at you, taking a sip of his drink.

“Went up to the dorm already. I think he said something about a headache,” he replied, seemingly able to see the slight panic in your eyes as his brows knitted in worry and his body stopped swaying along to the music. “You alright?”

“Shit,” you let out, looking over your shoulder to check for Steven. He was stumbling through the crowd, head spinning around, probably looking for you.

You were about to take off again, trying to think of a good hiding space until you could find Marlene again. But James gently took a hold of your wrist to keep you by his side, still waiting for an answer. “Hey, what’s up?”

You did not necessarily want to tell him about your problem, but an idea made its way into your mind. You were not close to any of Remus’ friends, the two of you mostly hanging out by yourself in the library or by the lake. But you knew Remus thought very highly of them and they were always kind to you, never making you feel like the weird one out whenever a rare group hangout occurred.

“Can you do me a favour?” you finally decided that getting his help would be your best bet.

James let go of your wrist, sure you would not try to bolt again. “Sure. What do you need?”

“I need you to be my boyfriend,” you rushed out, making his eyes widen in surprise. “Not for long. It’ll only take a couple of minutes tops.”

James was about to respond, the corner of his lips pulled into a small smirk and an amused glint in his eyes, when a hand fell onto your shoulder. The contact made you whirl around with a jump, taking a step back to put some distance between the Ravenclaw and yourself, your back bumping into James’ chest in the process.

“There you are! I’m getting the feeling you’re trying to avoid me,” the boy laughed, and you could tell he had already been drinking a lot tonight.

“I am avoiding you, Steven!” you told him with a roll of your eyes, but he only let out another laugh as if you were joking.

You felt James put an arm around your chest, pulling you back into him as he fixed the Ravenclaw with a glare. “Can we help you?”

James’s voice made Steven pause as he moved to step closer to you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the Gryffindor Quidditch captain. He quickly caught himself, eyes drifting back to you.

“Can we talk privately for a second, y/n? I want to ask you something,” Steven addressed you once more.

“Whatever you want to ask my girl, you can do it in front of me.” James’s chin came down to rest on the top of your head and your cheeks warmed up at what he called you.

“Your girl?” Steven seemed confused, gaze flitting between you and the boy behind you with suspicious eyes. “Since when is this a thing?”

His face pulled into a grimace when he finally took notice of James’s arm around you, the Gryffindors grip on you tightening slightly.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” James said. “Now ask your question or leave us alone, yeah?”

Steven glared at you for a moment, mumbling something underneath his breath, before turning and stumbling back into the crowd of dancing teenagers.

You turned to face James, his arm now resting across your shoulders as he watched Steven walk away. “Thank you so much. I hope he finally got the hint.”

“No need to thank me,” he told you and the glace left his face, a charming smile spreading across his lips instead. “If he keeps being a creep you come and find me, yeah?”

You nodded up at him, already missing the warmth of his touch when he released his hold on you. Quickly thanking him one more time and trying really hard to control the blush threatening to take over your face, you sent him a wave as you walked away. You needed to find Marlene and tell her about what just happened.

⌞☆⌟ ⌞☆⌟ ⌞☆⌟

Steven left you alone for almost three full weeks. You had really started to believe James had scared him off for good, especially since James and you still tried to keep up the act.

Since that party, James had insisted on you sitting with him and his friends during meals and walking you to most of your classes while carrying your books. You constantly had to remind yourself that he was only doing you a favour and that he was not actually interested in you like that. He was just being a good friend.

You were dreading the day the two of you would drop the charade, but you knew it would better have to happen sooner than later. Your heart jumped every time his skin brushed up against yours as he animatedly told you about a prank the group was planning on.

The look of admiration on his face after you suggested a potion that would force Snape to sing each time he talked, even offering to brew it for them as you had all the needed ingredients and were quite talented in the subject, went completely over your head. The kiss he pressed to your cheek after caused you to forget how to breathe for a moment, Sirius and Remus exchanging amused looks with a shake of their heads.

You were currently walking to your next class by yourself, as the other’s had been asked to stay behind to have a word with Professor McGonagall. They had told you not to bother to wait up and that they would catch up to you, so you had shouldered your bag and went on alone.

You had almost reached the charms classroom when you heard footsteps coming up behind you. Assuming it was James, you slowed your walk and turned with a smile on your face. The smile quickly fell at the sight of Steven storming up to you.

He grabbed your arm as you tried to bolt into the direction of your next class, holding you in place. “We need to talk.”

“I don’t think we do,” you spat back at him, trying to pull your arm free, only for his grip to tighten.

“Potter doesn’t want you, you have to know that,” he chuckled, his face close to your own. “You’re not that stupid right?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just let me go please, you’re hurting me,” you mumbled, still trying to pull away from him.

“How dumb can you be?” Steven barked, pushing your back against the wall, his hand not gripping your arm resting on the stone next to your head. “He’s clearly just trying to get into your pants. Come on, y/n. Why would James Potter of all people actually be into you? Think about it.”

No matter how much you tried to ignore his words, you could not. Of course, you had thought about it. James was popular, smart, a star at Quidditch and most of all way out of your league. You had tried to keep your feelings in check, knowing what he was doing was just pretend and nothing real would come out of it. But you had not been successful at pushing down the crush that had made itself noticeable over the past weeks.

“Lupin probably told him what a slut you really are. Trying to fuck your way through the whole Gryffindor team now, huh?” Tears started filling the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You knew what he was saying was not true, but the words still stung.

“You better take your hands off my girlfriend right now, Teller,” someone called from a little way down the hall, and you let out a breath of relieve. James was making his way towards you, hands clenched into fists at his sides and jaw set tightly.

Steven jumped back at the yell from your pretend boyfriend, his hand leaving your aching arm, his grip sure to be leaving a bruise.

James reached out his arm to you when he finally got close enough and you immediately rushed into his side, your hands clutching onto his robes. His hand came to the back of your head, pushing you closer to his chest.

The Ravenclaw was still standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at you with a nervous expression on his face. James scowled at him.

“You have about three seconds to scram before I change my mind about letting you go,” James growled at him and watched as the shorter boy took off down the hallway.

He waited until Steven had disappeared around the corner before his hand came to your cheek, gently pushing you back from his chest to look at your face. Some of the tears had managed to escape and he wiped them away with his thumb.

“I’m sorry,” you squeaked, looking down at the floor in an attempt to hide your crying.

“What are you apologizing for, love?” James pulled you into a hug, running a hand through your hair. “You did nothing wrong.”

You stayed in James’ arms for a little longer, until you managed to calm down. Slowly, you backed away, wiping at your eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” James questioned, hesitant to let you go. You shook your head at him.

“We should get to class,” you told him before picking up the bag you had dropped.

“Okay, love,” he said and took one of your hands in his, leading you down the hallway.

⌞☆⌟ ⌞☆⌟ ⌞☆⌟

“Did I do something?” James wondered out loud from where he was sat with his friends, watching you push the food around your plate at the other end of the table. Remus’ face was scrunched up with worry as well. You had gone out of your way to avoid both of them for the last couple of days.

Your best friend had tried to talk to you the second James had told him about what happened. But you had just told him you were fine before excusing yourself and running up to your dorm. Since then you seemed to find an excuse to run whenever they tried to approach you.

James already missed your presence next to him. He missed the sound of your laugh when he made a joke and the way your cheeks turned red when his arm nudged into yours. Maybe he had gotten it all wrong. But after you first came up to him asking for a favour at that party, he had gotten his hopes up that maybe you felt the same way he did.

Ever since you had started hanging out with Remus in your third year you had managed to worm your way into his heart. At first he had been kind of jealous of his scarred friend, but Remus had quickly reassured him that the two of you were just friends.

“I think she might just be embarrassed,” Remus told him. “We should probably give her some time.”

Ignoring his friend, James jumped to his feet the moment he saw you get up to leave the great hall. “I’m going to talk to her.”

Remus sighed as Sirius wished him good luck. James caught up to you halfway to the Gryffindor tower as you waited for the moving staircase to come to a stop in front of you.

He kept some distance between the two of you when he came to a stop beside you. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Maybe later, James. I’m kind of tired.”

“Did I do something wrong?” he bent down trying to catch your eyes. You felt bad when you realized how frustrated he sounded.

“No, you didn’t.” You hesitated. Sooner or later you would have to get this over with, so why not just do it now? “But we need to stop doing this.”

James blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“This,” you said and mentioned between you two. “Us pretending to be together. We need to stop.”

He just stared at you, speechless for a moment. You let out a sigh before continuing. “You already helped me out enough. I’m not going to keep bothering you.”

“You’re not bothering me, love. Where’s this coming from?” He thought you were both having fun with it, and after what had just happened with Teller he wanted to be by your side now more than ever.

“I just can’t keep pretending, okay? It’s messing with my head!” you exclaimed, and he was caught of guard by the anger in your voice. “Steven was right. I’m so stupid. I should have never let it go on this long.”

James hands found your shoulders, gently rubbing up and down in an attempt to calm you. “Hey now, you’re not stupid. And that dickhead is full of shit, don’t listen to anything he says. Can you please tell me what’s really going on?”

You had to resist the urge to step into James arms, still refusing to meet his eyes. Maybe you should be honest with him. He was obviously a good guy and there was a chance that he would be fine with still being friends, even if he knew about your silly little crush on him.

“I keep-,“ you started, hesitating as your face flushed red. James mentioned for you to keep going, his full attention on you. “I keep forgetting this isn’t real. And I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but I started wishing it was.”

James’ eyes widened at your confession, his heartbeat speeding up to the point he wondered if you could hear it.

“I know you don’t feel the same and you really don’t have to say anything-“

You were cut off by James pressing his lips to yours. The kiss only lasted for few seconds before he pulled back, realizing you were not kissing him back. His gaze wandered from your parted lips up to your eyes, afraid that he might have understood you wrong.

Before he could say anything however, you reached for the collar of his shirt, pulling his mouth back down to yours. Your other hand slid up the back of his neck and he smiled against your lips. His arms found their way around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. This time, he waited for you to pull away first.

When you finally did, only because you were starting to feel lightheaded and needed to take a beath of air, he still had a goofy smile on his face. One of his hands had slid under your shirt and was now moving in small circles just above your hip.

“I want this to be real too,” he admitted, forehead resting against yours. “And you I want you to tell me exactly what Teller said to you, so I can prove just how wrong he was.”

“Okay,” you said, letting James take your hand as he led you to the common room.

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