#but hes not annoyed because ginny makes up for it with kisses

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Taming the Dragon Tamer

Charlie returns to the Burrow for a short vacation only to find a new family has moved in just across the field from the Burrow.

Words: 5.9K Author's Note: Don't pay attention to movie release dates. Just go with the flow.

When Charlie was instructed to take some time off of work, he was annoyed but also a little grateful. He absolutely loved his job on the Dragon Reserve, but as of late he'd been missing his family a little more than usual. The higher-ups noticed his lack of energy and told him to take a break so as to not let his guard down and risk getting hurt while on the job.

The portkey he applied for has the destination set for the field just behind his childhood home, and when he lands with a grunt, he's left staring at a cluster of homes rather than the Burrow.

Brow furrowing, Charlie glances around to make sure he's actually in the right place. And when he turns around, he lets loose a little exhale of relief at the fact that he'd just been turned around. Then hiking the strap of his knapsack a little higher on his right shoulder, Charlie sets off towards the Burrow.

There's smoke billowing from the chimney and he can see his mother bustling about the kitchen through the window. He allows himself to smile, knocking on the back door before letting himself in. And when he sets sight on his mother, he chuckles at her gaping expression before her eyes sparkle and her liveliness immediately returns.

"Charlie!"

"Hi, mum."

"What are you doing home?" She rushes to him, arms wrapping tightly around him before stepping back, keeping her hands on his arms to look him up and down. "Did something happen? Are you hurt?" Her happiness morphs into concern and he leans down to press a kiss to her forehead.

"M'fine, mum. Was just missing home."

Molly freezes, shocked to hear that her free-spirited son misses home. Her eyes get a little teary, but she's quick to put a lid on her emotions. "We've missed you too. Now come, come. Come sit and I'll make you a plate. You're looking a little thin."

Charlie laughs off her comment, dropping his knapsack atop the end of the table and taking a seat towards the middle. He sighs as he settles in, watching his mother load up a plate of roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy. "Did you get some new neighbors across the field?"

"Oh, yes! All the way from America, they are. Big and lovely and I can't wait for you to meet them." She takes the plate by hand, levitating a basket of rolls behind her. As she sets it down, she turns around to grab a pitcher of pumpkin juice and an extra glass. "We're actually having dinner outside tomorrow with them. Will you still be around?"

"Of course. I took two weeks off from work."

"Wonderful!"

Charlie sags in his seat as he digs into his food, watching his mum as she works around the kitchen. She even walks behind him, running her fingers through his newly cut hair and tugging on the strands that still have a bit of length to them. Thankfully, she doesn't say a word about it.

During his meal, his dad and Percy get home from the Ministry.

Out of all his siblings, Percy and his wife Penelope are the only ones who reside in the Burrow with Molly and Arthur. Everyone else has moved out with their significant other and/or with each other as in the twins' case. But his mum must have alerted everyone else because soon enough, Bill and Fleur are coming in with their daughter, followed by Fred and George. Ginny and Harry show up, and then Ron and Hermione appear last.

Charlie fills them in about the going on's of the Dragon Reserve and how he recently got to handle a few baby dragons. He admits to feeling drained which is why he's on vacation and when he can't think of much else to say, he asks about the neighbors.

Surprisingly, every Weasley loves them.

The parents had moved into the muggle world after the father had retired, but decided to up and move when two of their children, plus their wives and grandchildren, decided to move here for better job opportunities. Everyone else just followed because they really were a close knit family.

"It's why there's a cluster of homes rather than one large one," Fred says.

"The parents have their own home and the four eldest, who are all married off with children of their own, have their own place as well," George then adds in.

"And then there's YN, the only single one of the bunch, who has her own place too because she likes her privacy," Ginny muses. "I quite like her home most of all."

"Why?"

"Because she transformed one of the rooms into a meadow and has a branch of bowtruckles living with her. They're really quite adorable," Hermione tells him.

"Aren't they meant to be wild?"

"They are, but the ones she rescued have apparently formed a connection with her and refuse to leave."

Charlie chuckles and mentions he can't wait to meet the whole lot.

Flooing into your home, you moan and groan all the way to your bathroom as you peel off your clothes piece by piece. You're so used to working in the middle of a battlefield, that now you're working inside a hospital you made the mistake of dropping your guard. And in dropping your guard, you made yourself vulnerable to a pureblood who discovered muggle narcotics and decided to go on a bender.

Being knocked upside the head with a metal food tray was not fun, nor was waking up minutes later only to be told you'd been knocked unconscious and were going to be left with a bruised face. Afterwards you'd managed to finish out your work day, counting your lucky stars that you had the next two days off.

You shower off the day's grime, forgoing any glamours, and dress in jean capris with a gray tank top beneath an opened flannel. Then before you put on shoes, you walk towards the third bedroom which you had transformed into a meadow of sorts. Checking on your branch of bowtruckles, you giggle as you spot them coming out from their favored places around the room upon your entrance.

Stepping down into the room, your footfalls are quieted by the soft moss covering the floor. Then walking up to the main tree, you hold out your hand out for the bowtruckle that holds out his spindly arms towards you.

"Hiya, sweetheart." The bowtruckle steps onto your hand and you readily raise him towards your shoulder. "Did you miss me?" You smile at the featherlight touches to the bruised side of your face, heart melting at the chirping he emits in worry. "I'm fine. It's okay. Just a little work mishap." You give him a moment to sate his curiosity and then gently scoop him back up to settle him back among his tree. Only he clutches to your fingers and refuses to let go. You sigh. "Fine. You can come," you mumble, "but you need to behave. We're going to the Weasley's."

As you settle the bowtruckle on your shoulder, you bid the others goodbye before heading out front. Putting on some shoes, you head outside and squint against the setting sun. Then summoning your broom, you lazily fly over towards the Burrow where you see your family and the Weasley family all settled around an enlarged table where dinner is spread out.

You laugh as you hear some cheers upon them spotting you and then touch ground, placing your broom against a tree before heading towards the table ladened with food.

"Merlin," one of your brother guffaws, "what happened to your face?"

"A patient of mine discovered muggle narcotics," you tell him. You quickly hug your mom and dad from behind, ruffling the hair of your many nieces and nephews who are too busy eating to pay you any attention. "He went on a bit of a bender and mistook his lunch tray for a beater's bat and my face for a bludger." Several family members and Weasley's wince in sympathy. Then walking over to Mrs. Weasley, you hug her from behind as well as she pats your arms and looks up worriedly at you. "I'm fine. I just didn't want to waste the energy holding up a glamor. The bruises will fade."

"We have some bruise paste lying around here somewhere," Fred says.

"We can send some over when we find it later. Should make the bruising fade by morning," George tells you as well.

"Really? I'd appreciate it." As you take a seat at the only empty seat, your smile falters at the unfamiliar redhead. "You're new."

His lips twitch in amusement. "Charlie Weasley."

Eyes lighting up in recognition, you sit up a little straighter in your seat. "Ah yes. I've heard loads about you."

"All good I hope."

"If you count the fact that your siblings like to say you fondle dragons good, then sure."

"YN!" Bill snorts out pumpkin juice at your mom's shrill shout. "That's not nice."

Mostly everyone, Charlie included, laughs. "What? He didn't take offense to it."

Your mom shakes your head at you and you wink at Charlie before grabbing a plate and loading it up with food. Everyone jumps back into the conversations they'd been having and you settle in, letting the atmosphere wash over you.

"So who's this?" You hear from your left just as you're taking a drink of water. Glancing at Charlie, you grin when you see him eying your shoulder.

"This," you muse, raising a hand to your shoulder, "is Benny the Bowtruckle." The bowtruckle steps onto your hand and you bring him out from your hair. "He was my first rescue and he's proven to be a bit protective and clingy."

"Watch it, Charlie," Fred calls out. "The little bugger bites!"

You glance at Fred, shaking your head as you grin. "Well if you didn't continuously poke at him, he wouldn't have resorted to such measures."

Charlie chuckles and holds his hand out, palm up, and you practically hold your breath as you watch Benny cautiously walk over to him. "Nice to meet you, Benny."

Benny seems to perk up at his name, immediately chirping away and waving his spindly arms to and fro. You watch in awe as Charlie holds a conversation with the bowtruckle as if he understands the chirps and coos, and then narrow your eyes at your family as you hear a mumbled, "She's done for. She's gonna bed the dragon tamer."

You don't know who's said it, but your family and the Weasley's closest to them have all heard it, and everyone's looking between you and Charlie now.

Shaking your head at them, you then continue eating before asking Charlie, "So why dragons?"

"Why a doctor?" He looks up at you, setting Benny on the table so he can explore. You arch an eyebrow at him and he shrugs. "I just really love dragons. They're magnificent beasts."

"They really are, but they're very intimidating as well. I'm not trying to get blasted by fire or stepped on."

"You like dragons? What's your favorite?"

"I'm quite partial to the Antipodean Opaleye because of its pearly scales and multi-colored eyes," you tell him. "Or the Swedish Short-Snout because of its blueish-silver scales and blue flame."

Charlie slowly smiles. "You know your dragons."

"I know a bit about my favorite dragons," you correct him. "I have nowhere near the amount of knowledge you no doubt possess."

Charlie continues to smile and then, "Oh no. The dragon tamer's gonna defile our baby sister."

The words are said loud enough that both you and Charlie hear, even Harry if his sudden choking on his food is anything to go by, and you whip your head in the direction of your brother whose eyes suddenly widen. "You wanna say that again?"

"No. Nope." Your brother shakes his head. "You got that glint in your eye like you're gonna maim me."

"Blimey," Ron drawls. "What is it with the youngest girl siblings? They're so mean."

"What?" Ginny turns in her seat, narrowing her eyes. "You wanna say that again, WonWon?" This time, Hermione chokes on her drink, and you cackle at both Hermione's giggling and Ron's reddening ears.

As the siblings squabble, you reach for Benny to place him back on his shoulder when the table gets jostled a little too hard. Molly shouts at the twins and Ginny, and you sit back, eating even more food.

"So why a doctor?" Charlie asks.

"Because Mungos was the only place that I could put my skills to use," you tell him. At his arched eyebrow, you explain. "In America, the MACUSA has a program called First Aide Responder. I'm trained for both combat and medical, so I would rush out into the field when an auror went down and it was too risky to portkey them to a hospital."

"You'd give first aid mid-battle?"

"Yep." You smile and pop a piece of chicken into your mouth. Chewing and swallowing, you tell him, "I had these stones that I would set out around me and my patient that acted as a shield. But if someone tried attacking the shield, that's where my combat skills came into play and I'd duel whoever was attacking before getting back to my patient. But then moving here, the Ministry doesn't have that so I applied at St. Mungos."

Harry, who'd been listening, says, "That's actually quite brilliant- settling the injured before moving them without knowing where they're injured or how severely they're injured. I'm gonna have to talk to the Minister to see if we can apply something like that here."

Everyone picks back up on their own conversations and you continue eating until you can't anymore. And when you feel like the waistband of your capris are digging uncomfortably into your stomach, you exhale roughly and lean back in your seat.

"Don't tell me you're full," your dad says. "There's peach cobbler."

Immediately you pick your fork back up. "Where?"

You're not even embarrassed at the many snorts that sound around the table as you watch Molly serve you a plate of the fruity dessert. You anxiously wiggle in your seat as it's passed down the table and happily dig into it even though you're near to bursting.

"Take note, Weasley's, Granger and Potter. If you ever want YN to do something or forgive you for something, peach cobbler is her weakness."

"I won't do it right now because Mrs. Weasley has not yet gotten accustomed to our brash demeanors with each other, but I'm mentally flipping you all off," you tell your family.

As time slips by, the children start nodding off at the table. Bill and Fleur decide to call it a night and take their daughter home, as do your brothers, their wives and their children. You, your mom and your sisters help Mrs. Weasley clean up, and then Fred's rushing upstairs to find that bruise paste he and George had told you about.

Then when it's time to finally go home, you bid the Weasley's and their significant others goodbye before grabbing your broom and hitching it on your shoulder opposite the one Benny is sitting on as you walk across the field back to your home.

The following morning, you wake up at the telltale sounds of a thump hitting your door. You know it's the magical and muggle newspapers being delivered as you lay there trying to get back to sleep, but you find that you can't. So with a low groan, you get up to start your coffee and then lazily wash up.

Looking in the mirror as you brush your teeth and wash your face, you marvel that the bruise paste did exactly as the twins told you it would do. There is no bruising to see and you're grateful you don't have to see the discoloration anymore.

Then fixing up a cup of coffee just the way you like it in a to-go cup, you pop a lid on it and head outside. You see that the sun is barely on the rise, so you quickly grab your broom and carefully take to the sky with your coffee still in hand.

Lazily flying in circles, you hover mid-air above the field between your house and the Weasley's to sip on your coffee while the sun rises. You close your eyes against the sun, basking in the warmth and just enjoying the peace of it all.

You're mid-sip when you hear the whoosh of a broom and look around for the culprit. Surprisingly, it's the newest Weasley that you met just last night. So smiling softly, you nod in greeting just as he hovers near you. "Hey. What brings you up here so early?"

"Was gonna go for a run when I saw you hanging out up here. Just wanted to check that everything was alright."

"Oh yeah. It's perfect," you tell him. Then gesturing towards the hills in the distance, you say, "Was just enjoying the view."

Charlie looks out, huffing. "If you think that's amazing, you should see the view at the Dragon Reserve. It's really something."

"Yeah? Well unless I have a friend who's going to invite me out there sometime, I don't think I'll ever be able to see it."

"Fair enough." Charlie laughs. "But it won't be for a while. I'm on vacation."

You exaggerate your accent, making yourself sound like a southern belle as you drawl, "However will I cope?" Charlie barks out a laugh and you smile, sipping your coffee. "So what are your plans for vacation, Weasley?"

He shrugs as he circles you on his broom. "Not much. Just hang out with my family when they're not working." You hum. "And you? You got to get to work any time soon?"

You shake your head. "Nope. I'm off today and tomorrow."

"Any plans?"

"Actually, yeah. There's a movie I've been dying to see at the cinema. It's the third movie in the franchise, so they're going to be playing parts one and two beforehand. You interested if you're not doing anything today?"

Charlie comes to a stop in front of you, grimacing. "I've never been to a cinema. Is it- what do I-"

"It's real simple," you assure him. "You just dress the part of a muggle- shirt, jeans, and boots are perfectly fine- and I'll take care of the rest."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. But are you sure you want to go? You might not even be interested in the movie I'm going to see."

"Well what movie are you going to see?" He asks, grinning.

"It's a movie about dinosaurs." Charlie sits a little taller on his broom and you grin. You knew that'd catch his attention. "Part one is all about some rich guy who hires scientists to replicate dinosaur DNA and makes a theme park of a variety of dinosaurs. Spoilers, it doesn't go well for the humans."

Charlie snorts. "Anyone could see that coming."

"Then part two is about more scientists studying the dinosaurs and trying to bring them back to the States."

"Because that's so smart. Stupid muggles."

You grin. "And then part three is supposed to be a boy and his stepfather vacationing too close to the islands where the dinosaurs reside and then they go missing. The muggles end up returning to the island to search for them."

Charlie shakes his head, but he's still grinning. "Those movies actually sound interesting. Should I bring anything?"

"Just bring your handsome self, Weasley." He playfully rolls his eyes, but you mentally pat yourself on the back as you see him faintly blush. "I can handle the muggle money, and after we choose our seats, I'll introduce you to muggle drinks and sweets. Just make sure you're ready by four in the afternoon and tell your mom you'll be gone till around ten."

"Okay. I can do that." He turns his broom in the opposite direction to head back home. "I guess I'll see you later."

. . . .

You and Charlie had shown up early to the cinema just so you could secure the best seats in the theater (middle of the very back row). He had admitted to wandering into the muggle world, but only to bars or clubs with his friends, so his awe at the snack bar and the giant screen in front of many cushioned seats amuses you.

You're grateful for the little tables and drink holders each seat comes with- you having got yourself and Charlie a large Cola and a medium-sized bucket of popcorn each that fits perfectly on there. You also got a variety of sweet and sour snacks that you lay in your laps, and you're so ready for the movies to start so you can see his reactions.

As the lights dim and the previews start to roll, you grin as you watch a wide-eyed Charlie get sucked in.

At one point, before the movie even starts, he leans over to tell you, "It's so loud."

"I know. Just imagine when the dinosaurs roar." You chuckle as his eyes seem to sparkle in the dark and then sit back to get comfortable.

Charlie is immediately entranced by the movie, even the beginning part where most people complain that it's boring. And then the vehicles get stuck by the t-rex enclosure, and the telltale thumps of the dinosaur's footsteps reverberate around the theater. Charlie looks at you, wide-eyed yet again, and you snort. The first roar of the dinosaur never fails to give you chills and you smirk when you see Charlie rubbing at his arms to stave off his own.

You and Charlie pace yourselves with the popcorn and drink, and you let yourself be sucked back into the movie until the credits roll.

"That.. was amazing," he breathes in awe once the lights come back up.

"And there's still two more movies to go." Charlie's smile makes your heart skip a beat and you have to shake yourself to not think about how attractive your neighbor's son is. "Um, do you want to go grab another Cola and popcorn? We can also stretch our legs and use the bathroom before the next one starts."

"Yeah. Good plan."

The second movie isn't really one of your favorites, so you watch Charlie more than you do the screen. He seems to enjoy it just as much as the first and it makes you happy that it was you who introduced him to muggle movies.

It's dark out by the time the third movie starts, and both you and Charlie are excited to see the return of Doctor Grant since he was missing from the second. What appears to be a Spinosaurus is the main dinosaur of the movie and you're surprised to see just how vicious they made it in the film. The pack of Velociraptors excites you to the point that Charlie chuckles at your side, and by the end of the movie the two of you are excitedly chatting about your favorite parts as you leave the theater.

Nighttime proves to be a popular time for everyone to visit the cinema, and the second time someone shoulders into you with a mindless apology thrown over their shoulder, Charlie tucks you under his arm to keep you close and push aside anyone who gets too close.

Outside in the fresh air, you look up at your companion and melt at the content expression on his face. "Wanna grab a bite to eat before we head home?"

"Fish and chips?"

"You're so British," you laugh, "but yeah. I can go for some fish and chips."

Your second day off is spent lounging around your house, spending some time with your family before you have to go back to work.

Then afterwards, you and Charlie find yourself in a routine where you find the time to wander off into muggle London and find something new to do.

At the combined family dinners, you and Charlie take to sitting next to one another, chatting and laughing. Both your families take notice of the time you're spending together and his family, especially Molly, seem most excited about it. But someone must have said something because their knowing and teasing looks disappeared overnight one day.

Then Charlie's two weeks comes to an end, and you find that his impending departure is actually making you sad.

"Don't look so sad," Charlie muses. "It's not like you're not going to see me for weeks at a time. I'm actually going to come home when I'm able to."

"Stop laughing at me." You walk into your living room, two cups of tea in hand before you pass one off to him. You settle down into the corner of your sofa, curling your legs beneath you. "It'd just be my luck that, after finding someone I actually enjoy hanging out with, our days off won't line up."

"Aw you enjoy hanging out with me?"

You narrow your eyes at him as you sip your tea, causing Charlie to chuckle. "It's nice not third wheeling my siblings or your siblings. Or even being designated babysitter when we're out and about."

Charlie sips his tea, smiling. "Am I going to be getting owls from you?"

"Duh. You're gonna grow sick of me, Weasley. Just watch."

"Impossible."

The evening turns darker and darker, and all too soon it's time for Charlie to leave to get in his last goodbye with his family. You vanish both your cups to the kitchen, standing at the same time he does. You and Charlie take one look at each other, him with a neutral expression whereas yours is a little weary, and burst out laughing.

"You're being a dick. Stop laughing at my sadness." But your words only make him laugh more.

Grabbing your hand, Charlie pulls you into a hug. He tucks you right under his chin, arms around your shoulders while yours wrap around his waist. You exhale softly, melting into him. "Don't be sad. I'll owl and floo call you to the point you're annoyed by me."

"Impossible," you mumble.

The two of you hug a little longer than necessary, but then you're both pulling away at the same time. Charlie's looking down at you, an expression on his face that makes it look like he's going to say something, but he shakes himself clear of it. "I'll see you around, YN."

"Mhm. See you around, Charlie."

The first combined family dinner, it's obvious to everyone there that your friendship with Charlie is something you're sorely missing. Your brothers and the Weasley twins do everything to lift your spirits, but they only manage to do it for a brief time before you're sinking back into your loneliness.

You're the first to leave, citing tiredness and that you need to be well rested for work. No one says a thing, so you walk home with a bowl of peach cobbler for later.

You take your time in the shower, dressing in your most comfortable sleep clothes afterwards. Then heading into your kitchen to eat the peach cobbler, you're surprised to find an owl sitting on your table and a small package attached to its leg. Immediately your mood lifts, hope filling you.

"Hey buddy, long flight?" You ask the bird. He or she hoots in confirmation and you quickly untie your mail from its leg. Setting it aside, you're quick to grab a small bowl of water and some owl treats from a container on your counter. "If you're coming from where I'm hoping you're coming from, please get comfortable. I'll have my reply ready and send it off with you in the morning."

The owl hoots once more before taking flight, making itself comfortable atop your kitchen cabinets.

Grabbing the small package and letter the owl had carried, you take it to your room to open. Sitting in the middle of your bed, you open the letter first. And checking the signature at the bottom, your heart soars when you see it's from Charlie.

His letter to you is a bit on the short side, but its contents make your heart pound. He hopes that you're okay and that work is fine, but he also expresses how much he misses your companionship and your outings. In the short two weeks he'd been home, he grew accustomed to you being there and he doesn't quite know what to do with himself in Romania anymore. Even his coworkers and friends have noticed his mind is elsewhere, so now a bunch of dragon tamers know that Charlie met a girl- a girl who's actually held his attention. He expresses his anxiousness for the day he can portkey back home and the day he does, he's taking you on a date. His name is signed at the bottom and then the sidenote exclaims he hopes you like his gift.

Carefully setting the letter aside after reading it twice more, you open the small box. Inside, laying atop some tissue paper, is a braided leather triple wrap bracelet. There's a charm, of sorts, dangling from it and when you look closer you realize it's a blueish-silver dragon scale from a Swedish Short-Snout that's been cut into a rounded triangle- almost like a muggle guitar pick.

Giggling like a schoolgirl, you clip the bracelet onto your right wrist before admiring it for a moment. Heart filled with nothing but adoration for this man, you scramble out of bed and towards your desk so you can pen your own reply.

Charlie Weasley!

You did not just ask me out via owl. I'm pretty sure Molly raised you better than that.

But either way, just know that I'd say yes. Especially after this beautiful bracelet you've given me. I love it. Thank you so much!

And in case your family hasn't owled you, I miss you too. I really got used to you being there after work or on my days off, so I may or may not have been moping. And our families might have picked up on it. Sorry, in advance, for whatever your family might say or ask to figure out what's going on here.

Work is fine, by the way. I've not had any mishaps like that first night we met. And if I'm being honest, I'm actually finding that I kind of like the hospital atmosphere as much as I loved working out in the field.

Miss you and I'll see you soon. Hopefully.

You sign your name and then fold the parchment, placing it in an envelope that you seal with wax. Then taking it out front to the owl, you set the envelope next to the bird. "Please take that back to Charlie when you're ready to go." The owl hoots in response and you smile, tossing a few more owl treats atop your cabinet for it.

You go to sleep feeling more giddy than you have since Charlie left, and over the next few days if the two families notice you're not as mopy as you have been, they're wise to keep their mouths shut.

Another week passes and just as your mood is drifting into sad territory again, Charlie comes home.

You're eating dinner at your own house, having made a trip into muggle London in search of some decent Chinese food. And with a mouthful of noodles, you're startled when there's a series of knocks on your front door.

Quickly washing the noodles down, you clean off your hands and head for your door. Opening it up, you freeze upon the sight of your favorite Weasley. At your quiet gasp, his eyes dart up to meet your shocked expression. He slowly smiles and you're knocked out of your stupor before you throw yourself at him.

"Charlie!"

He laughs as he catches you, hoisting you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. His hands grasp the back of your thighs as your arms go around his head, practically smothering him against your chest. "Miss me?"

"Yes!" As you pull back, your hands settle as the back of his head so your fingers grasp his hair at the nape of his neck. You smile down at Charlie, trying not to squirm in his hold seeing as there's a very obvious tension between the two of you. You have an overwhelming urge to lean down and kiss him, but glancing towards the Burrow shows several people standing at the kitchen door and staring out the kitchen window. "Um, should we move this inside? I'm pretty sure your mom and sister and the twins are hoping for some sort of show."

Charlie turns so he can see what you're seeing and he huffs as he sees his nosy family still watching. You let your legs drop from his waist, falling the rest of the way so your feet touch the floor. Then pulling him inside, Charlie shuts the door behind him.

"Having dinner without me?" He asks as he follows you into the kitchen.

"Well if I knew beforehand that you'd be here, I'd have gotten extra," you tell him. You watch as he grabs an egg roll and you're quick to slap the back of his hand. "Hands off the fried goods, Weasley!"

But your swat does nothing to deter him and Charlie happily eats half of the eggroll in one bite. He smirks at your grumbling and then finishes off the eggroll with a chuckle. "Do you work tomorrow? I believe I promised you a date as soon as I got in."

"I am off tomorrow," you tell him, slowly angling your body towards him as you look up, "but can we just go get more food and come back here? I'm looking forward to that date you promised, but I want to be able to enjoy it and not start yawning halfway through. Today was a long day."

"Sure thing. Is the Chinese place terribly far?"

"Nope. Let me just slip on some shoes and we'll go." You step away from Charlie, exhaling roughly and realizing you hadn't been breathing normally while standing so close to him.

The wizard had just gotten home and already the anticipation was building between the two of you.

. . . .

Later on, after you've eaten your fill of Chinese food and got to catch up in person, you're walking Charlie to the front door so he can head back home. But before he opens the door, he turns towards you and pulls you into a gentle hug.

You melt into his embrace, yawning against his chest. "Thanks for agreeing to stay in. I promise you can plan a date for tomorrow and I'll happily agree to it."

"Well if you call this date, I can probably do that thing I've been meaning to do since we first started hanging out."

"Yeah? And what's that?"

"This." You let Charlie angle your face upward, molding your lips to his ease. You giggle into his mouth, heart pounding the longer Charlie Weasley kisses you.

When you pull back, mouth centimeters from his, you grin. "Glad to know we're on the same page." You peck his lips once more before falling back onto the balls of your feet. "Now get going, Weasley, before I pull you into my room and give our families something to talk about."

Charlie laughs and untangles himself from you. "They're going to find out sooner or later."

"Well let it be later," you tell him. "Let us figure out what this is between us and see if we mesh as well as we hope we do before getting anyone excited."

"It's not going to be easy sneaking behind all their backs."

"No." You slowly smirk up at him. "But it will be fun."

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George Weasley as a Boyfriend 🧨🦁

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.

Dating this mischief-maker yet kinder and handsome twin could include:

👨🏻‍🦰👂🏻🧹

He's very affectionate but in the most caring way, unlike Fred who's more playful he learns how to style your hair for you (like braids and ponytails) by asking Ginny to teach him, instead of holding hands like most couples do, he offers you a piggyback ride everywhere so you don't have to walk. He gives you a playful noogie when you tease him, tucks your hair behind your ear so he can see your face better, randomly making out of nowhere because he really needs it, and of course some light pranks here and there to make you laugh.

He and you aren't allowed to sit together in any classes that the two of you share together, not because of PDA since he's usually more lowkey rubbing your thigh under the table, but because the both of you just cannot stop laughing around each other for no reason which distracts the whole class.

The both of you wear a matching bracelet that George made himself, you wear his initial in yours and he wears your initial in his, and the two of you made a promise to each other not to take it off ever or not lose it, all to show that the two of you belong together.

He's a really patient boyfriend, no matter how angry you are and taking it all out on him or how annoyed and upset he gets he's never once raised his voice at you or dumped all his frustration at you in any way. He's even the first one to apologize after every fight, even if he didn't start it.

He calls you cute nicknames like Babe, Gorgeous, Dream Girl, or Precious.

Likes when you call him Georgie, Darling, Stud, Freckles, or Dreamboat (you used to call him that teasingly before you guys started dating not knowing he was into you, and still uses it to this day).

His love language is probably quality time, just like Fred he values his memories with you and loves making new ones all the time because those are truly precious over other things.

Anytime he needed a password he always uses your name and last name, your birth date, your favorite color, or the date when he asked you out to be his.

He can sing quite well and would sing a song when you're sad or aren't feeling the best, then he would offer his hand which you always take and he would spin you around before slow dancing with you to his singing as the music.

He would sneak into your room at night when you're asleep and kiss your forehead then leave something on your nightstand beside your bed so you'll always wake up to something new every day, whether it's a fresh bouquet of flowers in a vase, a book he issued for you that he thought you may like, a box of treats like chocolate and sweets or one of his sweaters/hoodies that smells like him.

He's shyer then Fred and still have that occasional blush, stammer and avoid eye contact with you when you change your appearance a little bit or did something that he found really attractive like twirling your hair or biting on your pen while focusing on something.

He tells funny stories about you any chance he gets to all his friends and Fred who finds it adorable that he's so excited to talk about you all the time.

He owns a polaroid camera that was made in the muggle world that he got from his dad as a "don't tell your mother I broke her favorite tea cup" present and takes it every time the both of you are out on a date, and he would ask to take pictures of just the two of you, let it print out and kept it in a bundle inside his sock drawer.

Holidays at the burrow Molly and Arthur love you and make you feel like a part of their family, but you happened to be closer to Ginny because it's like having a little sister. You'd talk about boys, quidditch, fashion, and more.

Instead of focusing on making joke products and trying them on you, he keeps trying to find ways how to make cool things that you can keep and that would impress you because, to be honest, he's just a little boy trying to impress his girl.

Sometimes out of nowhere he just goes "Will you marry me precious?" and get down on his knees or put your hand on his heart because he can't believe you're real and that never fails to make you blush so you just answered "Of course I will, but not now" with a giant smile on your face.

Hornier than Fred, but instead of being rough/playful and degrading during sex he seems to be more of a praiser and more gentle in the best way.

When you lay down on the Gryffindor common room couch he would sit on the opposite side, put your feet on his lap and message it asking about your day and what he can do for you today as well.

When he isn't with you during the holidays (Summer, Winter, and more) he would send you a cute little postcard every single day and a little gift through his family owl Errol.

As soon as he graduated and got the joke shop open he surprises you by saving up his money and getting his own place close to the shop so you can move in with him which you obviously accepted when he asks. The next thing on the list is a ring to marry you.

Taglist:

@igncrantbliss @milivanili99 @thatdummy-girl

#george weasley #george x you #george x y/n #george x reader #wizarding world #hogwarts #gryffindor #fluff #hp fanfcition #hp fandom #hp fanfic #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter series #imagine #romantic #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #headcanon #hp headcanon

[ginevrapng]

Please ignore this if you don’t write from him! But can we get some Harry content, where’s he’s frustrated and only the reader can relax him. Or just any content with him! Your work is beautiful 🩷🩷

i'm glad you like my work and i hope you like this! <;33

"harry, are you in?" you unlock the door to harry's flat with your key and go to find your boyfriend. you had loose plans today where he'll meet you after you've finished work and you'll go food shopping but he never turned up. when you find him he's sitting on the sofa, his shoulders are tense and he's hunched over. it seems like he hasn't heard you too caught up in his own thoughts.

you repeat yourself, trying to get harry's attention. harry jumps at your voice, looks at you and forces a smile. "hey, are you okay? you didn't come with me shopping," you say softly and concerned.

harry's body tenses up even more, "i'm so sorry, i completely forgot," he says quietly and sighs, turning back to the front and looking down at the desk.

you nod your head even though he's not looking at you anymore. you walk over to him so you're standing at the back of the sofa and peering other his shoulder. "what'cha looking at?"

"work," you hear him mumble but you catch the angry undertones.

you frown and your eyebrows furrow, you kiss the back of his head and start rubbing his shoulders, massaging them. "are they overworking you again?" you say and this time it's harry who can detect the annoyance directed at his bosses in your tone.

he makes a sound of conformation and then says, "ron and hermione have all been talking to me today about it and it's honestly it's just pissed me off. they kept saying they understand because they get overworked too but they don't the bosses love them and they get special treatment. i just kept getting more annoyed. to top it all off ginny messaged me about an hour asking if i was okay and if i needed anything let me know, i don't need anything, i can handle all of this on my own, i don't need any help, especially from my ex." he rushes out quickly in one breath frustrated and putting his head in his hands.

"harry love, look at me." you say gently and play with his hair. he keeps looking down with his head in his hands. "please," you whisper and he swivels around to look at you. his body warms up as he looks at you and he sees your expression, one of concern but mainly sadness from the situation. he doesn't detect any pity like he thinks all of his friends had, even if they didn't have that expression, he thinks they did.

"please don't overwork yourself, it really worries me. especially with how annoyed you sound with ron, hermione and ginny, they had good intentions baby." harry stays quiet listening to you speak. "i love you so much and i want you to be happy-"

this is where harry interrupts you, "i am happy, i have you."

"i want you to be happy AND healthy. you can't do that if you don't look after yourself."

harry relaxes slightly in your hold and you kiss his cheek. after you kiss his cheek he seems to get more comfortable and doesn't seem as stressed.

"i'm going to cook dinner baby, your favourite, and then we can have an early night." you tell him squeezing his shoulders and going to leave.

harry grabs hold of hand from behind before you can leave his grasp, "i really need to work." he sounds defeated at this point.

"no you don't love, you need food and then you can do what you need to do tomorrow," you say delicately but sounding more firm than you have been previously. "come help me cook," you pull his hand signalling that you want him to follow you into the kitchen.

harry watches you cooking and smiles to himself, you're humming a tune and occasionally look over to him and smiles back. he thinks about how lucky he is to have someone who cares about him so much. "i love you."

you stop what you were doing and go over to harry. you hug him and rest your head on his chest before looking up at him, "i love you too harry, so much." harry grins and he wraps his arms around your waist, perfectly content to be spending the night with you not thinking about work at all.

#harry potter x reader #harry james potter x reader #harry potter #harry james potter #harry james potter headcanon #hp x reader #hp x reader fluff #harry potter fluff #harry potter x reader fluff #hp #harry james potter fluff #♡ mine / writing #♡ harry #don’t let the muggles get queue down

[holdupjack]

The Letter

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Mild Angst to Fluff

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Your P.O.V:

I've been friends with Hermione for years, from Hogwarts, to when she almost married Ron, to now where we share a two-bedroom apartment and where she watches me make dinner.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you how rude it is to stare at Granger?" I ask but her gaze doesn't let up, her eyes seem to be trying to tell me something.

"Can I ask you something Y/n?" She asks and I nod.

"Mione, we've been friends for years, of course you can" I laugh out as I cut the onions.

"Did you ever like Ron?" She asks and my eyes flick towards hers.

I like Ron now, granted I didn't like him when they got together but that's the typical thing, right?

You fall in love with your best friend only to watch someone get to love her the way you want to?

"Of course I do and did," I say but she narrows her eyes.

"You’re lying" she mumbles and I laugh.

"Granger it's not that serious," I say and she gets up from her seat on the island.

Her footsteps are near me as I stare at my now fully cut-up onion.

"I almost married him and you didn't tell me how you really felt," she says and I raise my head looking at her confusingly.

"Hermione, it wasn't my say. What did you want me to do? Tell you that I didn't think he was right for you?" I ask, getting slightly annoyed at the interrogation.

"Who do you think is right for me?" She asks and I groan, putting the cut-up pieces in the boiling pot.

As I set my hands down on the counter, my eyes turn to her hand. My breath gets caught in my throat at the old parchment paper, my mind flashes back to all those years ago.

My stomach flips as I drew closer to Hermione, she was sitting at her usual table at the library.

In my hand was a confession letter, she always told me that she would love it if someone would confess their feelings in a letter so she could keep it forever.

I stop in my tracks as Ron walks next to her and bends down to speak to her.

The way her smile shined and the blush on her cheeks grows, I knew that I hadn't been fast enough.

I quickly turned away and walk out of the library, hiding the paper in my belongings for the years to come.

Haven't seen that paper in a year, since we moved in together.

I'm pretty sure I hid it in my trunk with the rest of my memories from Hogwarts.

"Where did you find that?" I whisper as my eyes keep their gaze on the relic.

"I found it in your old trunk while I was searching for your old house scarf, I couldn't find mine yesterday" she whispers back and I look away, the feeling of embarrassment stabs my stomach.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks and I scoff, looking up at her and turning off the stove.

"How could I? I was a confused kid in love with the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen! I was too late by the time I got the courage, Hermione!" I laugh out, but the tears in my eyes told her how much this was hurting.

"You looked so happy with him...I couldn't do it" I whisper, a tear or two falling from my eyes.

She reaches up and wipes them away, a soft smile played on her lips.

"Y/n, you're so smart but so stupid at the same time" she mumbles and I look at her.

"Yeah, that's really helping at the moment Mione" I mumble back sarcastically and she laughs, pulling me into a hug.

A soft kiss is placed on the crown of my head, as she softly runs her fingertips against the skin of my back.

"I called the wedding off with Ron because I was still in love with you" she whispers and I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing.

"When you told me about your new girlfriend the months before my wedding, I couldn't take it" she whispers again and memories flash through my mind

"Granger! Guess what!" I say with a smile as I walk into the Weasley home.

Her smile shines beautifully as my presence seems to calm her at all the cakes that surround her and Ron.

"Yes?" She asks and I take a seat next to Ginny and her.

"I won't be the sad girl without a date at your wedding!" I say and her smile falls a little.

"What?" Hermione asks and I laugh.

"You know that girl I've been seeing?" I ask and she nods slowly.

"Were official! I asked her to be my girlfriend!" I smiled proudly.

I'm moving on for you.

That's what I thought.

Hermione stares at me dumbfounded but soon smiles.

"Uh...that's great! Yeah..." she mumbles looking down.

The feeling of another kiss planted on my head shakes me from thoughts.

"I hated the thought so much that I called off my own wedding so I wouldn't have to see it" she laughs and I snort.

"Hermione that's a little extreme" I laugh back and she shrugs.

"Okay maybe there was a few other things" she mumbles and I roll my eyes playfully.

Pulling away from her, I smile softly.

"Did you like Daphne?" I ask.

"No, I hated her" she admits and I laugh loudly.

"She was nice, and she understood when I broke it off with her," I say and she groans.

"She tried to get in your pants all the time, I almost used one of the unforgivable curses" she jokes and I roll my eyes.

Suddenly she takes my hands and pulls me to the couch, taking the seat next to me.

"I love the letter, I probably read it a hundred times" she whispers and I smile softly, giving her a chuckle.

"Knowing you, that's not a far probably" I mumble and she giggles, opening the letter.

"Oh, god don't read it to me" I laugh and her smile grows.

"Dear Hermione" she starts and I groan loudly, throwing the pillow over my face.

"I know we've been friends for years, and this is probably quite sudden but I feel like you deserve to know the truth." She continues as I try to suffocate myself from this moment.

"With the threat of war looming over the wizarding world, I'm afraid I won't be able to tell you if I don't make it." Hermione's voice goes soft, too soft for my liking.

"I love you"

"I've always thought my feelings for you would disappear but they only strengthen over the years."

"I know this might destroy our friendship, but at least I told you"

"I can die without regrets... -Y/n" she finishes, I take the pillow off my face and look over at her watery eyes.

"Hermione, don't cry" I whisper and she sniffles, looking back at me.

"Knowing that you almost DID die during the battle and I probably would have never found this...makes me thank whatever higher power for keeping you with me" she whispers back and I smile.

"Can I kiss you?" She asks as crimson overcasts my cheeks, I nod slowly.

Hermione blushes deeply, and leans towards me. I meet her halfway, a soft passionate kiss is shared between us.

The sparks of old feelings reignite between the two of us tenfold.

#harry potter #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #lesbian #fanfic #angst #fluff

[s4turns-st4rs]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

🎧 ﹐ ♡﹒𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴﹒ ᶻ ᶻ

𝐚/𝐧: pretty late, but i was feeling a bit holly jolly today. enjoy the (late) festive season lovelies xxx

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none!

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 - 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘣𝘺

☆ all the weasley are festive, but george ADORES christmas !!

☆ molly invites everyone over to stay at the burrow, so you, harry, and hermione stay over on christmas night.

☆ absolutely the greatest gift giver. he’ll give you something even you didn’t remember mentioning you liked.

☆ molly makes a mean christmas feast, and makes everyone help out, except for the guests

☆ you, harry and hermione (and arthur) just observe as the weasley kids get yelled at

☆ “quickly, ronald, bring me the gravy!”/ “ginny dear, pass the peas!” / “fred, george, stop annoying percy!”

☆ and of course, most commonly,

☆ “george, stop flirting with y/n, and pass me the bloody sprouts!”

☆ if you’re a muggleborn or halfblood, arthur will interrupt at any given moment to ask about the use of some muggle invention

☆ molly puts you and hermione in ginny’s room, because she will “not be having any hanky panky in this house, let alone on christmas”

☆ so the three of you stay up all night laughing and teasing each other.

☆ as you’re leaving the next morning, george farewells you from the door, before suddenly, a mistletoe appears above the two of you

☆ and, with your permission, george plants a soft kiss on your lips

☆ for tradition, of course.

☆ he gazes at you kindly, a soft smile on his face, and a gentle blush peppered across his cheeks.

☆ you go to kiss him again, when suddenly-

☆ “y/n, what’s the use of a “umbrella”?”

#george weasley x reader #x reader #lightning era #christmas !!

[ticklygiggles]

Day 5 - Ginny's birthday Extravaganza

A/N: I have go admit this one is also a bit self-indulgent since I've been into soft Lucifer lately, so I really hope you enjoy our handsome demon being soft my love! @otomiya-tickles

Summary: You're drunk and Lucifer is having internal monologues about you and how much he loves you.

"Someone here had a bit too much Demonous."

"Hmmm, I don't know what you mean."

Lucifer chuckled. Besides the smell emanating from you, it was simply impossible not to notice that you were perhaps a bit too drunk right now. 

It was late, even Lucifer was feeling tired already, but right when he was about to wrap his work up to head to bed, a certain someone burst into his office, making him jump a little. He looked up to see you dragging yourself into his office, barely able to keep yourself on your feet. 

Lucifer had raised his eyebrow, a little curious smirk curving his lips as he sat on his chair, waiting for you to at least greet him, but he was, (pleasantly), surprised when you made your way directly to him and took a seat on his lap, facing him, your legs on each side of his legs. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. Lucifer smiled, hugging you back with one arm as he resumed his work with the other. 

"Did you have fun in your little outing? Did my brothers behave?" 

You hummed, "they did... I was the one who misbehaved."

Lucifer laughed softly, rubbing your back. "I thought you said you were only going to drink one glass."

You shrugged and Lucifer shook his head fondly. It had been a while since he saw you this drunk and it always was so fun to him. You usually acted very clingy and even though he acted as if he was annoyed, he actually enjoyed it very much. It was also an excuse for him to be clingy back.

"I'm glad you're back safe," he whispered, nuzzling your neck to press tender kisses that made you shiver between his arms. "I missed you very much. I didn't want to go to bed without you."

When you were drunk, he could say all the things he didn't dare to say when you were sober. He could forget about that slight fear that being vulnerable in front of you caused him. He could say what was on his mind without a second thought. And it wasn't that he didn't trust you, he did, blindly, but he was also the Avatar of Pride and showing you a weak side of himself was still hard, being vulnerable and-

"Hehehe, y-your kihihihissehes tihihickle mehe!" You said between soft giggles, squirming slightly in his arms.

Your giggling took him out of his thoughts and he smiled, nibbling your neck playfully just to make you laugh a little harder. 

"I'm sorry," he said, kissing your neck one more time before lifting his head to continue his work. "Maybe you should go to sleep, it's quite late already and- 

"Can you do it more?" 

You leaned back to look at him, your lips stretched into a big smile, your cheeks flushed. Lucifer frowned, tilting his head to the side. 

"Do what, exactly?" 

"Tickle me," you said, cupping his cheeks tenderly, the smell of Demonous hitting him. "Can you tickle me again?"

Lucifer arched an eyebrow. Well, that was rather a strange request. He racked his brain wondering if you had ever asked him for something similar. Nothing came to his mind; he really wasn't much for tickling you, not because he didn't love to listen to your wonderful laugh, but rather because he thought it would be something annoying for you, being as sensitive as you were. 

He smiled, looking at you. "What? Do you like me tickling you?" He teased, but was surprised when you nodded your head quickly. 

"I love it!" You said, smiling brightly. "But you don't do it often." He wanted to kiss that pout off your lips. 

For him you were a box of surprises. When he thought he knew you inside and out, you did or said something that let him know that you were a person full of wonders yet to be discovered. You kept surprising him and he fervently wanted to know everything about you, everything you liked and disliked. All your thoughts, the things that scared you and the things that made you happy the most. He wanted to know you from head to toe and he wanted you to know him too. 

So if you wanted him to give you a star, he would give it to you. And if you wanted him to tickle you, he would tickle you. It was that simple. 

Lucifer chuckled and he tried to ignore the fact that he was blushing slightly. 

"So you want me to tickle you? I wonder where… maybe here?" He said, placing his hands on the curve of your waist and squeezing your flesh tenderly. 

You broke into bright giggles, squirming slightly and weakly pushing at his chest. 

"N-Nohohot thehehere," you giggle, shaking your head. "Hehehere," you said, suddenly grabbing his hands and shoving them under your arms. "Thehehere, plehehease?"

Lucifer was flushing. Why was this so embarrassingly cute and intimate? He gulped and looked around as if anyone could sneak into his office and caught you both doing… this. 

He cleared his throat and nodded, smirking at you. "I can certainly tickle you there," he said, nodding his head and twitching his fingers slightly under your arms just to make you giggle. "Only if you ask nicely, of course."

You whine and he laughs, but then he stops when you hug his neck again and press your lips against his, kissing him tenderly and messily. He can taste the Demonous in your tongue and your own flavor combined with the liquor made his head spin. 

"Please, please, please?" You mumbled breathlessly as you pulled apart from the kiss. "Tickle me there, Luci, plea- AHAHAHA!" 

Of course he could tickle you there. He could do whatever you wanted him to do. 

You held tightly onto him, pressing yourself against him as he wiggled his fingers against your tickle spot. Lucifer chuckled, hearing you laughing so carefree and bright and happily. 

"Do you like this?" 

You nod, refusing to put your arms down. "Yehehehes! M-Mohohohore, plehehease!" 

Lucifer felt his ears blushing as he tickled you more vigorously, making you laugh nearly in hysterics and causing your arms to tremble. He felt you barely squirming against him and he felt warm.

He wondered if you have shared this secret to anyone before? Was it a secret at all?

"LUHUHUHUCIHI!" You threw your head back, giving him the chance to nibble at your exposed neck, making you shriek. "So mehehehehahan!" 

"Didn't you want this?" He teased and he chuckled when you nodded, unable to talk back as his fingers dug gently in the middle of your armpits. 

"BREHEHAK! Plehehease! O-One mihihinuhute! Luhuhucihihi!" 

He stopped, letting you catch your breath as he hugged you tightly. He could barely stand the happiness within him. How could you be so cute like this? Asking him to tickle you?!

"I th-thihihink I'm- I'm n-nohot drunk ahanymore," you giggled out, exhausted and Lucifer hummmed. 

"It was fun while it lasted," he said and you both chuckled.

Silence fell upon you both as you tried to catch your breath, just holding each other tightly as if your lives depended on it. After only a little while, you pull a part gently to look at him.

"Thank you, Lucifer," you said, smiling and blushing. "I… You're the only one to know this, that makes me happy."

Oh how wonderful. No one knew you as well as he did. How lucky he was, how happy he was, he could reach the sky if he wanted to right there and then. He chuckled, nodding his head.

"It'll be our secret," he mumbled, stealing a kiss from your smiling lips. "We really should go to sleep now, who knows," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "In the morning I could think of tickling you awake."

His heart fluttered at seeing your eyes shining with excitement. "I can't wait for morning."

"Me either."

He wanted to see you already the next morning, even though he was seeing you in that instant. Being in love was beautiful, but loving you… was truly a wonderful experience.

#obey me! #obey me #lucifer #lucifer x reader #ticklish!reader #tickle fic #mia's things #ginny's week #ginny's birthday extravaganza

[sitp-recs]

hey there! wondering if you know of any good fics that are demi (or ace)? I read so many amazing fics but sometimes everything being super sexualised is a bit much (no hate !!! just looking for something a bit different atm) really struggling to see myself represented in mainstream media and just life in general rn so was hoping there’s be something out there! thanks <3

Sending love your way dear anon 🤍🖤💜 I’m not ace myself but totally agree and would love to see broader representation in fic. I do have some recs for you, you’re probably already familiar with Little Deaths but I’m including it because it’s one of my favorite fics and a must read imo. I also have a reclist for non-sexual intimacy in case you’re interested :)

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It’s all about desire. (Harry orders a magically enhanced cake from a chic London bakery, and from there it all goes to hell in a cake tin. Also, will someone please tell Harry what Passion Cake is?)

Cake co. by toutcequonveut (T, 21k)

Draco is the ace of cakes! Or: the story of how Draco Malfoy goes from war criminal to baker incredible, makes some unexpected friendships, and learns more about himself along the way. A journey of growth told through cake.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #ace representation

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Desire

Joel Miller x oc part 1 Warnings: 18+, sexual, tension, dirty thoughts, drinking/alcohol, jealousy, angry, oc is 36 Joel is 53, age gap, cursing, etc Summary: Rory Matthews was late out in a bar forgetting she had patrol in the morning with Joel.

Rory Matthews

“Didn’t know you were a drinker, Daniel.” I look him over, my not so sober self thinking how he would be on my bed- ahh… now Joel crosses my mind, ugh, he hasn’t spoken to me since we kissed.

I roll my eyes at the thought, going back to Daniel, as he opens his mouth to speak. “You don’t know a lot of things about me, but if you want I can take you out and you’ll know plenty.” He suggests, well that was bold.

No one asked me out- why? You may ask, because everyone was scared of Joel, Joel was someone you would call ‘protective’, the knight in shining armor, there were even rumors spread around town that we were dating- oh how I wanted that to be true, but no, we weren’t dating… to my better judgment.

It was me, Joel, and Ellie for a while before we found Joel’s brother: Tommy.

Never mind, let’s get back to where we were now, and that was me sitting on a chair with a glass of beer and Daniel sitting across from me.

“Why not, I don’t have anything to lose.” I shrug, taking a sip from my beer.

“I’ll come by and pick you up, how about Friday?” He asked as he looks up from his glass.

Swallowing the uncomfortable feeling, and looking back at him, the little spark on his eyes said something else than just a date. It said more, and I sure as hell didn’t want more, but my ego answered before my head could translate. “I’m free.”

He smiled at me, almost a smirk, nodding my head I think of all the ways this could go wrong.

“I think I’m done for the night.” My more sober self comes out as I go to stand.

“Have a good night, sweet dreams, I’ll see you Friday.” Daniel says as I go and leave the bar.

I speed-walk down the road of Jackson as I make my way to my house, my legs not stopping till I’m in front of my front door.

My next door neighbor was a ‘lovely’ woman named Ginny, she was a year older than me, and I hated her guts- mostly because she hated mine more.

I saw her every now and then, flirting with Joel, or someone else that talked with me, she pretty much thought with who ever I talk with, I have a crush on, so she went over and talked their ear off, mostly flirting with them, while I could see Joel trying not to be rude to her but I saw the annoying little eye rolls he was doing the moment she started to talk with him.

And then we have my other neighbor that was across from me and that neighbor so happened to be Joel, and Ellie, because she leaves close by in a way-to-huge shack.

But still, I was happy she had her own privacy from Joel. I saw the kid way more than I saw Joel, she and I even had our girls nights.

I saw her as a younger sister, while she may be 15 I saw her as a sister, which is weird because I myself am 36.

Anyway, I step inside my house and lock my door shut.

“Home sweet home.” I mumble as I take my shoes off, and go hang my coat on the hanger.

I do my girly needs and go to sleep, the alcohol helping.

-morning-

A loud bang wakes me up. I pretty much jump out of bed.

Then I hear it again, grumbling under my breath I walk to my front door, stepping one step at a time as I walk down the stairs, my head hurting a little.

When the bang is heard again I yell out. “I’m coming you imbecile!”

Finally making it down I walk to the door. Only to find Joel on the other end.

“Joel.”

“Rory.”

“What’s.. up?” I ask mentally smacking myself for the pause.

“You’re late.” He says simply.

I look at him with confusion. “Late? Late for what?” I ask.

“Late for patrol.”

“Fuck- shit- fuck- sorry I forgot- give me 10 minutes!” I yell out as I sprint back into my house to get changed.

I hear his faint chuckle as I go upstairs to get rid of my sleeping clothes.

When I’m done and changed into jeans and a better shirt, I walk back down and go to my shoes, this time putting my black combat boots on.

“You ready?” He asks as I close the door behind me.

“Yup.” I answer as I make my backpack more comfortable on my back.

I do as I’m walking my hair half up half down, then someone class out.

“Joel!” A woman’s voice who sounds way too excited this early in the morning. 

Joel turns around me doing the same. Surprise, surprise, it’s Ginny.

“Yes?” Joel asks, and I do not miss the eye roll.

“Do you have a minute?” She asks with a voice way too high to be hers.

I mentally roll my eyes, something burning in my stomach- is that jealousy that I’m sensing from myself?

Joel turns his head to me and looks back at Ginny. “Can’ I’m headed out.” Joel says.

“Come on, she can wait, I need to tell you something.” She presses. My eyes widen.

“Hey go with her, clearly it’s important.” I say, doing my best to hide the loud jealousy that wants to kill the bitch, I turn around walking away, heading to the horses. 

“Hey, Rory! You’re late!” I hear Maria yell, I turn to walk up to her and explain way I was late.

“I’m so sorry Maria, I overslept.” I say as I come to a stop in front of her.

“It’s alright, you probably needed it, where’s Joel?”

Probably fucking Ginny.

“Ginny wanted to talk to him.”

“And he stayed?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Because he most certainly does not like her.” Maria grumbles out.

“Eh, maybe she finally pulled a string and Joel did what she wanted, for her to shut up.” I sheepishly.

“And you know that, how?”

“I’m an observer.”

“Uhm.” She hums slowly, almost suspicious. “Okay.

“Sorry I’m late, someone asked for me.” Joel’s voice is heard from behind me.

Maria looks at me first and then at Joel. “It’s okay, only if you two start moving your asses and get out on patrol!” Maria says as she walks away.

I get on my horse, his name is Scar, as in the loin king Scar, he has a big scar on his eye so I named him Scar, but also because Scar from the loin king was one of my favorite characters and movie.

“Who’s a good boy.” I say as I pet the back of his neck. A whine is heard, Scar wanting more attention than just a pet, makes me chuckle. “We don’t have time for your attention seeking, Scar.” I say as I hop onto my seat.

“Open the door!” Maria’s yell is heard and the men open the two huge doors. “She you two later, and stay save.” She says as we ride out.

-at the outpost-

We left our horses inside the building so that it’s at least warm for them, the random snow storm not helping, it’s already 6pm, we were switched from patrol to lookout, worst part is, we need to stay here till morning because of the storm outside. The men that switched with us said they’ll tell Maria we were switched.

Joel went to write that we were switched and that we were in the lookout building. At least we had power.

Only thing was we had one bed. And the couch was way too uncomfortable to sleep on.

My jealousy was still mad at Joel for some reason, while my brain said to not think about it, the kiss we shared was an accident.

Hey, maybe he already was with Ginny and I was delusional for think other wise. But damn was it a good kiss.

As if the devil had been called in, he comes walking back to the main lookout aria. 

“What ya thinking?” He asks as he goes to sit next to me.

“Nothin’.” I answer back.

“Don’t lie.”

“Already did.”

I could practically feel the glare and eye roll from him. “Just speak to me.” He says softly.

I turn my head around to look at him, I straighten up and lick my lips, his eyes falling to my lips doesn’t go unnoticed, I corse my arms as I get more comfortable.

“What’s up in that little mind of yours?” He asks as he looks in my eyes, as if searching to find something in them.

“Y-nothing.” I grumble out as I again turn my head to the big window that looks over Jackson.

He turns my head back around with his hand on my chin. “Look at me as you say it, else I won’t believe you.”

I look at him. I can’t fucking lie in his face, that’s pretty much my weakness, to lie to someone I love in their face.

“N-nothing.”

“Don’t lie, again.” He say more sternly.

I roll my eyes and stand up, he most definitely will not have me confess my feelings for him, if that’s what he wants.

“I’m going to take some fresh air.” I say as I walk away and go to the opened area that’s like a balcony, on the left there’s a wall, a full on wall, to have as cover.

I go a little more closer to it as I look around, the big mountains surrounding the area, it’s beautiful how tall they are, the snow storm covering the top and sides of the mountains in snow.

A shiver goes through me, as the cold air hits my face.

Pushing the cold away I just admire the beauty of the setting sun the foggy air doesn’t let you see practically anything from the sun but the night.

A hand goes to my mouth and onto my waist as I’m pulled against someone’s body, I immediately put my hand on the hand that’s covering my mouth.

The person behind me has a strong grip, as his pushed himself against the wall, I calm down trying to make sense of how this person could have come up behind me without them getting shot by Joel, or is Joel dead on the couch? If he is, these people won’t rest till they’re dead.

“Imagine there’s a clicker in this building.” The husky voice whispers into my ear, Joel.

“What?” I grumble in anger his hand muffling my grumble.

“Imagine- just imagine there’s a clicker here, and we’re just like this, body to body, you can’t make a noise.” He whispers against my ear, his breath hitting my ear, something in my stomach flutters.

I gulp down my saliva as my cheeks start to burn. He pulls me more into him, my back arching as he lines me perfectly against his chest, the hand that’s around my waist tugs me further into him.

A small whimper comes out of my mouth, as I close my eyes. “Hey, hey, I need you with opened eyes, it could be anywhere.” He whispers more lowly.

When he again pushes my waist against himself, I can feel something poke me- my thoughts at interrupted by him changing places with me, this time he can look me in the eyes, as he has me against the wall.

“Joel…” I let a soft moan out.

“What do you want?”

“You.”

A low chuckle is heard from him. “And that’s what you’ll get, ma’am.” His husky voice is heard against my ear as he scoops me up, I tie my legs around his waist. “What ever you say, I’m under your command.”

My head falls in between his neck and shoulder. “Joel.. please.” I moan out softly.

“Please what?”

“Just- fuck me.”

“Gladly.”

He holds me up with his hands on my butt, as I have my arms around his shoulders as he carries me back inside. “Aren’t we supposed to be on watch?” I joke as he drops me on the bed.

“They won’t miss us.” He grumbles out, I go and unbutton his button-up shirt, so that he’ll be now half naked. “Now, isn’t that unfair? You fully dressed while I’m here without a shirt.”

“Didn’t you say you’re on my command?”

“That I am.”

I chuckle at him, he also goes to unbutton my shirt as he smacks his lips onto mine, the kisses is filled with hunger, he throws the shirt on the ground closely to where I had thrown his one.

“Now, now.” I stand up. “This won’t be surrender without me being on top, would it?” I tease.

“Shut up, and do what ever you want.”

“Well then.” As I go to say it I push him on the bed, him now sitting, making him look up at me. “Let’s begin.”

I go and unbuckle his belt before I go and remove his pants, him doing the same with my jeans.

I go and sit on his lap as we have a full out make out session, I roll my hips onto his crotch only to feel how hard he actually was.

Smirking I slowly but steady do my hand down, finding my way to his underwear, I slowly caress him, making him moan.

“Rory…” his soft moan is heard.

“Yes?”

“Don’t tease.”

I chuckle. I stop grinding my hip against him as I go and remove his underwear. And then after I do the same with my own panties.

A moan is heard as I caress his cock with my hand, I’m starting to get worried that this might not fit. And as if reading me like a book he speaks up.

“It’ll fit, I’ll make it fit.”

And that alone makes me wet, he starts to draw circles on my cunt, which make me a moaning mess.

After a moment he does both of his hands on my hip. He has me lined on with his cock.

“Please go slow.” I mumble out.

“Whatever you wish.” He says as he slowly pulls me down onto his cock.

The tip touches my pussy and I let a moan out.

He keeps going further into me, not stopping until his all the way in.

He stops to check with me if I’m okay, but starts moving when he sees that I’m indeed good.

He speeds up, making me moan louder.

“Joel!” I moan.

“Fuck.” He also lets a moan out.

“J-Joel, I-I think I’m close.” I say to him, over the slapping skin.

“Cum on me.”

As if that helped me through my orgasm, I let it out. He thrust over my orgasm and continues to fuck me endlessly.

I hold onto his shoulders as I’m onto of him, he turns me over, taking the lead, I dig my nails into his back as he goes down to my neck, leaving hot kisses behind.

He pulls out and comes on top of my stomach, moaning my name.

He drops over next to me as he lies down.

He sloppily puts a protective hand around my waist and pulls me closer, his body giving me warmth.

We’re like two body’s burning in desire.



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[mastermindmiko]

Potions Partners (Part 12)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + Fem!reader

Word count: 1426

Warnings: Fighting, Fire, injuries, fainting.

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Part 13

Two days later, it was Christmas day. She had finally finished her shopping with Hermione the previous day. She was woken up by the sound of Molly yelling from down stairs telling everyone to rush to the tree. All the Weasley kids, and Harry, Hermione and her exchanged their gifts. 

Molly wasn’t present for the gift exchange because she was too busy making breakfast in the kitchen. Everyone offered to help, but she didn’t let anyone aid her. Soon enough, they were all sitting at the long table and they were enjoying breakfast together. 

For the first time ever, Ron wasn’t sitting beside Harry instead he was sitting beside her. They spent the entirety of breakfast with Harry glaring at them from the other side of the table. Ron avoided his gaze which she found ridiculous because he didn’t do anything wrong while she just rolled her eyes at his antics. 

Halfway through breakfast Molly decided that she’s had enough of those two boys ruining Christmas for everyone else. She stood up abruptly, causing everyone’s attention to shift onto her. She shouted, “What’s the matter with you two boys?” 

“You should ask Ron, or maybe Y/N…” Harry started and Ron sank down in his seat while she rolled her eyes at her brother’s words. When neither of them said anything, Harry exclaimed, “They’re secretly dating!” 

Gasps were heard all over the room, and she couldn’t believe how dramatic everyone around her was. Mrs Weasley rushed to her and started to kiss her head, she was almost crying when she said, “Oh! That’s so wonderful, you’re going to be Mrs Weasley like me!” 

Y/N’s eyes widened and she stood up quickly. She waved her hands around frantically and she said, “No, no, no. I’m not dating Ron. Harry’s just being an overprotective idiot.” 

Mrs Weasley looked very disappointed as she walked back to her seat and put a piece of chicken in her mouth. Fred said from the other side of the table, “I’m with you Harry, she’s definitely got a boyfriend, it would make sense if it was Ron.” 

Harry’s ears perked up at the new bit of information. Harry turned to Fred and asked, “How do you know she’s got a boyfriend?” 

Fred wriggled his eyebrows at her and she could’ve simply died from the mortification. She rubbed one hand over her face, and she glared at Fred, that didn’t stop him from standing up and walking to Harry. He whispered in his ear something, and Harry quickly stood up screaming, “A hickey! You’ve got a hickey?” 

“You’re being ridiculous, I’m leaving!” She shouts back at him and grabs her coat from the floor, that was still there from the previous night. She pulls it on haphazardly and walks out of the Burrow. 

Back inside, Ron tried walking out behind her to calm her down. When he was stopped by Harry shouting, “Where do you think you’re going?” 

“To help calm her down!” Ron shouts, now getting completely annoyed by his best friend. Harry rushes around the table and screams, “How? By giving her another hickey!” 

Soon enough Harry jumped on Ron to stop him from walking out the door. Neither of them were strong enough to actually injure the other one. It was quite an amusing sight to watch them both rolling around on the floor angrily. Even Hermione stifled a few laughs. 

Bill, being the sensible older brother, fell to the floor and pulled the two boys apart. Ron ran a hand through his hair to make it seem less messy, and he shouted, “Besides, you’re one to talk, you’ve been trying to come onto Ginny for months!” 

Echos of gasps are heard again and Ron huffs and leaves the burrow to look for her. He barely hears everyone fussing over Ginny before he leaves. He takes a few steps, sinking into the snow with each step until he sees a small figure curled up on the floor. 

Ron takes a deep breath and walks over towards her. He sits down beside her on the floor, and she leans her head on his shoulder. She sighs, “If he’s this mad about this then imagine how angry he’d be when he finds out about Draco.” 

“He doesn’t have to find out.” Ron says, sympathetically. She let out a bitter chuckle and explained, “Obviously that’s the plan, but you know how he is, he’s been stalking Draco and he’s been so protective of me, he’s bound to find out eventually.” 

Ron doesn’t have any reassuring words to say, and so he just settles on being there for her in silence. A few minutes later, they hear Mrs Weasley  shout, “You two come back here right now, and clean yourselves up. We’ve got guests coming tonight!” 

They walk back to the Burrow and as soon as they enter they see Bill holding Harry by his hair, and Charlie takes a hold of Ron the same way. They push the two boys in front of each other and Bill says, “Both of you need to stop acting like children.” 

“If you’re not going to fix your own problems we’re going to fix them for you.” Charlie adds, and he clears his throat before asking, “Ron, are you dating Y/N?” Ron shakes his head and Charlie lets go of his hair. Ron pats his head where his brother had a firm grip. Charlie turns to Harry and asks, “Now, Harry, are you dating Ginny?” 

Harry shakes his head, and Bill lets him go. Harry massages his scalp, and Bill places a firm clap on both their shoulders, he then says, “See boys, there was no need for a fight.” 

The two older Weasley boys smile and give each other a celebratory high five. They then go back to the Dinner table where Fleur gives Bill a kiss on the cheek, and Charlie goes back to munching on his food. 

By the time the sun set, Remus and Tonks had joined them to celebrate. The rest of the day had gone by uneventfully, but nonetheless, enjoyably. Hermione had returned to spend the rest of her Christmas with her family like she had originally intended. She had really enjoyed seeing Remus again, but she could tell that something about him was off, considering the fact that the full moon was approaching. 

They were all bidding Remus and Tonks farewell by the door when Remus’ senses went haywire. Remus was standing over by the porch looking at something only he could see. Mr Weasley asked, “Remus?” 

A few seconds later a flash of fire went down on the ground, it surrounded the burrow in its entirety and then Bellatrix Lestrange appeared. As soon as Y/N saw her, she started to run after her. Bellatrix walked out of the circle of fire, and she ran after her with her wand gripped tightly in her hand. 

Harry ran right after his sister, and Mr Weasley shouted, “Harry, No!” Neither of the Potter siblings listened as they ran after Bellatrix. Remus ran after Harry and Tonks after him. When Remus tried to move out of the circle of fire, it burned larger, making it impossible for him to move out. Tonks tried to calm the flames with her wand, but it did no good. 

Ginny ran after Harry and jumped over the flames. Mrs Weasley screamed after her while Mr Weasley ran to find his daughter. Y/N couldn’t hear any of the ruckus because all she could hear was Bellatrix’s high pitched voice, screaming, “I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!” 

She ran after the noise, it was hard to see with all the plants that were nearly twice her height. She could hear Harry running behind her. She ran harder, trying to find Bellatrix when she started laughing, “Come get me, Come get me!” 

Adrenaline coursed through her veins and suddenly she couldn’t hear Harry behind her. She couldn’t find Bellatrix either. She could hear Remus, Tonks, Harry and Ginny casting spells somewhere, but she couldn’t see them. She sucked in a deep breath when she saw Fenir Greyback walking towards her with an evil grin on his furry face. 

She raised her wand and threw a spell at him. He stumbled backwards, but in a flash, she fell to the ground. Bellatrix had hit her with the same spell from the back. Bellatrix laughs, and she apparates to the sky and Fenrir copies her. 

She saw a large fire from a far distance and her body suddenly got heavier and heavier. 

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Trust Him Like a Brother AO3

Ginny was excited that her mum met someone new after her dad died, but she did not realize that meant she would have to deal with Harry Potter being her new soon-to-be step-brother.

Written for Reputation Era of SeveralSunlitDaylights and for @takearisk-ao3 who supported me writing this shamelessly

if it makes you feel better, Harry and Ginny aren't step-siblings yet

July was unbearably hot. Unusually hot. And if Ginny were at the Burrow, she would go down to the pond, dip her toes into the water, and even, after assuring that no one was near her, strip off her clothes and take a dip.

But Ginny was not at the Burrow. Instead she was holed up in her brand new bedroom at her mum’s new fiance’s manor. 

The whole thing was ridiculous. 

Arthur Weasley died in an unfortunate accident that Ginny did not want to talk about when she was 11 years old. Molly Weasley had grieved for years, until she joined a widow support group where she happened to meet her brand new fiance.

Lily Potter.

Ginny hardly knew her because she was off at Hogwarts while her mum was going on dates with the tall, green-eyed, red-haired witch. And before she knew it, she received an owl from her mum that she was engaged, and they would move into the old Potter Manor instead of the Burrow during the summer. 

Don’t get it wrong, Ginny liked Lily. A lot really. She liked how she joked that this old Pureblood Manor was now owned by a bisexual, muggleborn witch. She liked how she worked so many puns into her conversations. She especially liked how Lily would make her mum smile.

What she didn’t love about Lily Potter was her barely of age son who lived in the bedroom next to hers. Who shared a bathroom with her. 

Harry. James. Potter.

Ugh. Ginny rolled her eyes at the thought of his name. 

Everything about him annoyed her. The way he insisted on racing her on his brand new Firebolt whenever she was taking a leisurely flight. They way he ruined her favorite Weird Sisters songs by belting them poorly in the shower. The way he stole her olives off her plate at dinner, even if she was not going to eat them in the first place. The way his bright, green eyes caught hers whenever his mum said something cheesy, yet hilarious. And the way his jaw line-

She was getting carried away, but he was infuriating.

Just to drive the point home how infuriating he is, Harry was currently ruining the Weird Sisters’ newesting single, Graveyard Shift, during his way too long of a shower. 

“Will you shut up?” Ginny yelled at the wall, banging on it to emphasize her point.

Harry’s voice only got louder. “I’m haunted by the way we kissed, stuck working the Graveyard Shift.”

“Fucking hell,” Ginny muttered under her breath. She probably would not have enough time to shower before they were supposed to meet her classmates at the Leaky Cauldron, so she cast a quick Scourgify on herself. 

“Do you not like my voice?” Someone asked. Harry leaned against her bathroom door frame, towel wrapped casually around his waist, his jet-black hair dripping beads of water down his face. 

Ginny cleared her throat, “I’m surprised the boys at Ilvermorny did not cast a permanent silencing charm on you to get you to shut up.”

“The boys at Ilvermorny didn’t have as big of a reaction to me as you do,” Harry said, smirking at her. “And I like getting a reaction out of you.” Harry shook his head, cascading water droplets all over her to emphasize his point.

“Stop-”

Her bedroom door sprung open with a thud. 

“Hey Ginny! Do you happen to have any spare perfume? I forgot to spray myself before leaving home and Ron said you might have some. Oh, hello!” Lavender Brown said all in one breath. Her eyes darted between Ginny and Harry who at least had the audacity to look somewhat embarrassed meeting someone in just a towel.

Ginny went over to her nightstand and directly handed Lavender her floral perfume, not trusting her to catch anything if she threw it at her.

“Thanks, Ginny!” Lavender said, spraying an obscene amount of perfume on herself. “Sorry for interrupting,” she said with a wink before closing the door behind her.

Ginny took a moment to stare up at the ceiling before braving to turn back to the half naked man standing in her bedroom. “Sorry about her.”

“Ron’s girlfriend, I assume?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Ginny replied. “She is not too bad if you get to know her. She has calmed down a lot since when they first started dating. Mainly because she finally realized that Ron’s best friend, Hermione, was not actually trying to sleep with her man.”

Harry carted his fingers through his wet hair, “Actually, that is why I am in here. I was hoping you could help introduce me to everyone tonight. I really only know Ron, because of the whole soon-to-be-step-brother thing, and just a few of the other guys who are in the Auror training program with us.” 

“So you want me to babysit you all night long?” Ginny asked.

Harry let out a small laugh, “I’m older than you, shouldn’t I be the one babysitting you?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Go get dressed, Potter. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

In the kitchen, her mum and Lily were standing at the stove together, swaying to an old Celestina Warbeck song. The sweet sight was ruined by Ron and Lavender snogging around the corner. Ginny grabbed a dishrag off of the counter and threw it at Ron, hitting him square in the back of the head. 

“Do you two ever not do that?” Ginny asked. 

Ron ignored her, giving her the middle finger as he continued to suck on his girlfriend’s face. 

Harry bounded down the steps a few seconds later, “Ron, mate, you got to let the girl breathe.”

Ron detached himself from Lavender’s face with a gross squelch sound, “Fuck, man, not you too.”

“What can I say, Ginny is a bad influence,” Harry smiled over at her. 

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Let’s go. We are already late.” 

“Have fun tonight, everyone!” Lily Potter’s voice called from the kitchen. 

“And please send us a patronus if you need any help. I don’t want to have to pick anyone up from the Auror holding cell tonight,” Mum added. 

“But if you do, make sure it was because you did something funny!” Lily called back. Molly let out a shock gasp before breaking into a fit of giggles at her fiance’s joke.

Harry caught her eye and grinned. 

“Ew.” Ron said, “Let’s go before they flirt even more.”

The Leaky Cauldron was packed by the time they all arrived. The majority of Ron’s class was here and a good chunk of her class was present as well. 

“Hermione says she has a table in the back!” Lavender shouted over the music, grabbing Ron’s hand and dragging him behind her. Ginny followed closely behind, Harry kept a hand pressed into her back to not get washed away with the crowd.  

Ginny saw Luna first, although she was hard to miss, standing on top of a stool waving both hands at the four of them pushing their way through the crowd. Hermione sat next to her, hands gripping onto Luna’s legs preventing her from toppling over.

“Luna, please be careful,” Hermione begged, pulling her girlfriend carefully down. 

Luna ran around the table and crashed into Ginny, giving her a bone crushing hug. “So good to see you!” Luna shouted. She turned and immediately crushed Harry in a hug. 

“Oh, erm, Hi.” Harry stuttered.

Ginny laughed at Harry’s obvious discomfort. “This is Luna. My best friend, and Hermione’s girlfriend.”

Luna let go of Harry, she gave him a curious look before announcing, “Your head is full of nargles.” Luna turned to give Lavender and Ron their hugs.

Harry turned to Ginny, facing away from the strange blonde, “What’s a nargle?”

“Don’t ask,” Ginny replied, shaking her head at her friend’s creatures.

Hermione reached across the table to shake Harry’s hand, “I’m Hermione. Ron and Ginny have told me so much about you.”

Harry wrapped an arm around Ginny’s shoulder, pulling her flush against his body. “All nice things from Ginny, I’m sure.” 

Ginny elbowed Harry, pulling away from his warmth and ignoring the swoop in her gut. “I don’t know what she is talking about, I do not talk about you.”

“Whatever you say,” Harry teased, rubbing the spot that Ginny’s elbow hit. 

Hermione ignored both of them and continued on, “I heard you went to Ilvermorny, tell me all about it!”

The six of them discussed their life at school, and the differences between Hogwarts and the American school. Begrudgingly, Ginny admitted to herself how well Harry fit into the group.

“Quidditch at Ilvermorny is obviously more intense because we don’t just compete against the house teams, we also compete against the other American schools in the National Championship,” Harry stated smugly, taking a long drink of his butterbeer. 

“That is not true!” Ginny cried, smacking her hand on the table, sloshing her own drink in the process. “Ilvermorny Central only has two house teams that compete against each other so automatically you have a 50% chance of making the championship! Hogwarts you at least compete against three teams. And it doesn’t matter if you win or lose, it matters how much you win or lose by to claim the Quidditch cup!”

Harry set his mug down, a grin dancing across his face, “So if the points are the only thing that matters, then the seeker must be the most important player on the pitch. Right?”

Ginny threw up her hands in frustration, “We are not having this argument again. I, alone, have scored more than 150 points in a game.”

Ron downed his drink in a gulp, “Well, I am going to go to the bathroom.” He stood abruptly, shifting his pants. 

Ginny took a deep breath and counted down from ten in her brain. 

10, 9, 8, 7, 6

Harry’s knees nudged her under the table.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

“I need to go to the bathroom too!” Lavender announced to the table, scurrying off after her boyfriend.

“Subtle!” Hermione called after her.

“Nothing was subtle about that. Did you see all of the nargles swarming around both of their heads? They almost had as many nargles floating around their heads as Harry and Ginny do,” Luna said in a sing-song voice.

“Luna!” Hermione cried, “You can’t use your mythical creatures to call out people like that!”

Luna swirled her Gillywater in her glass, “I am not calling anything out. I am just making careful observations that most witches and wizards would rather ignore,” she replied matter-of-factly.

“Do they always fight like this?” Harry asked, lips inches away from her ear. 

Ginny turned in her stool so her back was faced to Hermione and Luna, her knees pressed into Harry’s. She leaned forward so she was facing Harry head on. Nose inches from his nose. “This isn’t fighting for them. It’s foreplay,” Ginny said. 

They both turned back to the couple. One of Hermione’s hands was flying throughout the air as she was explaining the unlikely ability that Nargles existed in London during the summertime, while her other hand was creeping slowly up Luna’s thigh. Luna for her part just stared dreamingly at Hermione.

“I think we should continue this debate at home, Mione,” Luna said.

Hermione’s cheeks turned pink, “We probably should. See you two later. Say bye to Won-Won and Lav-Lav for us!” Hermione said, tugging Luna towards the door.

“Subtle!” Ginny called after them.

“Hey,” Harry said, knees pressed up against hers again, “Sorry for insinuating that I’m better at Quidditch than you.”

Ginny reached forward and grabbed Harry’s hand on the table, “Thank you,” she said dramatically, “because we both know I am better than you.”

She expected Harry to throw his head back and laugh at her, but he kept her gaze, eyes sparkling at her. His thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. Ginny felt cornish pixies flutter in her stomach.

“I need a drink,” She said, standing immediately, making her way to the bar.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Her brain chanted at her. He is going to be your step brother in a month! She scolded herself.

But you aren’t related. Another part of her brain said. And there are many purebloods out their who have performed worse acts of incest than crushing on a soon-to-be stepsibling. 

“You look thirsty. Can I buy you a drink?” A voice said, breaking her out of her internal battle. A man with sandy hair, brown eyes, not too much taller than her leaned ever so casually against the bar. 

Ginny smiled at the stranger, “Yes, please.” He was a distraction. A perfect distraction from jet black hair, green eyes, and a toned abdomen that looked so brilliant in just a towel. 

“I’m Jacob,” the man said, passing her a glass full of some smokey pink drink.

“Ginny.”

“Well, Ginny,” Jacob said, smiling at her, “Cheers!”

Ginny clinked her glass with Jacob’s and took a sip. Warmth of the drink flooded her senses. Her insides ignited, and when she looked back up at Jacob he was haloed in a warm glow. 

He was more than the perfect distraction. Jacob was perfect.

She slowly brought her glass to her lips again to take another sip, but it was knocked out of her hands before she got the chance.

Harry stood next to her, eyes murderous. He was not looking at her, but rather he was glaring at Jacob. 

“Hey what the fuck, man!” Jacob cried out. His voice sounded so regal. Ginny swooned at the sound. 

Harry turned back to her, “Did you drink what he gave you?” He asked, voiced terrified.

“Yes,” She said, pushing past Harry, stepping closer to Jacob and his warmth. “Jacob is so sweet, and bought me a drink. So I drank it! He is so perfect.”

Harry stepped between her and Jacob, his back pressed against her. He lowered his head to look Jacob directly in the eye, “You better fuck off right now, and if you ever touch her again, it will be the last thing you ever do,” Harry said in a low voice.

Jacob got the hint and scurried off. Ginny tried to follow after him, but Harry grabbed her arm, pulling her close to his chest, “You’re coming with me.”

Ginny pulled her arm free from Harry’s grasp, “But I don’t want to!”

In one fluid motion, Harry swooped Ginny up and over his shoulder and carried her out of the bar. Her face smacked directly into his arse. 

“You. Are. An. Arse!” Ginny shouted, emphasizing each word.

“An arse that just saved yours,” Harry grunted, shifting Ginny’s weight.

"I already have six older brothers to be overprotective, I don't need another one!” Ginny shouted, kicking her legs against Harry, trying to break free. 

"Good thing I don't want you to treat me like a brother,” Harry retorted.

Ginny’s legs stilled, “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” Harry replied shortly.

Ginny lifted her head so she wasn’t staring at Harry’s backside. Diagon Alley was empty at this time of night, the only lights coming from the Leaky Cauldron and the dim street lamps of Knockturn Alley. The sound of Harry’s footsteps on the cobblestone echoed through the night.  

Harry stopped, shifting Ginny so he could pull his wand out of his pocket. He tapped his wand in a pattern on the brick, unlocking the door.

“Why the fuck are we here?” Ginny asked.

“Because,” Harry grunted, carrying her through the door to Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes, “That dickhead gave you a love potion that he likely got from your brothers. Which means, your brothers also likely have the antidote.”

Ginny wriggled, trying to break free from Harry’s grasp. “He did not give me a love potion! You’re just jealous because he has perfect sandy hair and warm brown eyes and all you have is night-black hair and stupidly, bright green eyes.” 

Suddenly, her world turned upside down as Harry threw her off his shoulder and onto the ground. 

“Stay.” 

Harry turned his back to her, heading over to the WonderWitch area of the store, searching for the love potion antidote that she did not need. Slowly, she got to her feet, planning to make a break for it back to Jacob. Her world came crashing back down as she landed face first on the filthy floor.

Her brothers really should mop.

Rope bound tightly around her ankles preventing her from running. She used her arms to pull herself up. Maybe she could hop to Jacob. Rope flew across the room, binding her hands together too. 

“Let me go!” Ginny shouted at Harry.

“Only after you drink this,” Harry replied, a tiny vial of liquid in his hands. Lover’s Antidote written in cursive font on the front. 

Ginny tightly closed her lips, shaking her head no. 

“Ginny, please,” Harry begged. 

She stuttered for a second, wanting to make Harry happy. Then she remembered that he wanted her to stop trying to go after Jacob and she did not like that. With her bound hands, she tried pushing herself up, but Harry was quicker than she was. He wrestled her down, straddled her hips, keeping her pressed to the ground.

“Open,” Harry said.

Ginny did, opening her mouth wide for him, tilting her chin and arching her back up. She didn’t understand why in this position, with Harry’s weight pressed into her, that she would listen to him. That she would forget about what's-his-name, and her only thoughts being Harry.

With shaking hands, Harry tipped the potion down her throat, and she swallowed. Slowly, her senses cooled, and her wit returned.

“That fucker love-potioned me.”

Harry choked out a sound, halfway between a sigh of relief and laughter. “Good to have you back, Gin,” Harry said, grinning down at her. 

Ginny smiled back up at him, shifting her hips underneath him, trying to find some relief under the weight of him. She stilled when she felt something very hard, that could not possibly be his wand, because that was secured firmly in his right hand. 

Harry’s eyes widened, but he did not move off of her.

Slowly, Ginny rocked her hips up to meet him, daring him to make the next move. Either off of her and pretend this never happened or to thrust back into her. He hesitated a moment, but then Harry placed his arms balanced on either side of her, and rocked back into Ginny.

A shaky breath escaped her lips at the friction. 

“So, do you tie up all of the girls you shag?” Ginny asked, big, brown eyes batting up at him. 

Harry’s hand moved to Ginny’s tied up hands, pinning them above her head. “Only the girls that misbehave.” Harry leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “Do you promise to behave, Gin?” Harry asked, thrusting into her again.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Good girl.” He twirled his wand, wordlessly untying the ropes from her wrists and ankles.

And then his lips crashed to hers. Hands exploring every inch of her body. His weight fully pressed on top of her now.

Her hands were shaking from holding back from him. She finally admitted to herself that she didn’t want him like a brother. She wanted him for so much more. And now she couldn’t hold back. Her hands were in his hair, and then under his shirt, and then undoing his belt. Needing every part of him.

Harry wasn’t careful with her. Leaving bruises along her jawline with his tongue. He found the hem of her shirt and yanked it off of her, uncaring if it ripped coming off. Hands immediately found the clasp of her bra, freeing her.

“Merlin, your tits are even better than I imagined,” Harry groaned, mouth licking down her sternum. 

Ginny arched herself into him as his tongue circled her nipple. “You dream about this often?” 

Harry came back up so his face was even with hers, “Every fucking day, Weasley.” 

His lips met hers once again. “I think about you when we fly together and the way your arse looks bent over the broom,” His hand grabbed her bum for emphasis.  “I think about you in the shower with me, your tits all sudsy with soap,” Harry said, kissing her breasts once again. “I think about you as I lie in my bed awake at night. Wondering how you taste,” he voiced, barely above a whisper. 

Excruciatingly slow, Harry pulled off her pants. He kissed the inside of her thigh, working his way back up before going over to the other thigh.

“Harry. Please,” Ginny moaned out.

“Anything for you,” Harry said, before diving in.

His tongue worked inside of her, hands tightly holding her hips in place. She felt warmth build as his tongue expertly worked on her clit. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” She chanted.

A long finger teased her entrance before plunging inside her. She needed him to finish her off, and she was so close to crossing that line. His fingers move quickly, pushing her closer to the edge, one she so desperately wants to be thrown over. He carried her up to the peak and pushed her over with one word.

“Come.” 

Suddenly, she was free-falling, tossed right over her edge into a blissful oblivion.

Harry worked his way back up to her, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. 

“Tasted better than I imagined,” he said into her lips.

Ginny pulled him into a crushing kiss. Heat pooling in her gut again. She pulled away, and stared into his green eyes, now dark with lust. 

“I need you.”

Harry stood to pull off his pants. Ginny crawled over to him, kneeling before his length. She kissed the inside of his thigh before licking the underside of his dick. She stood, meeting Harry in a fierce kiss. 

He picked her up in a fluid motion, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He set her down on the front counter. It was cold on her arse, but she could not care because Harry was teasing her entrance with his penis. Gradually, he entered her, inch by inch, filling her up. 

“Fuck,” Harry cried out. 

Ginny agreed with her entire being. With every thrust, Ginny saw stars. A galaxy of constellations blurred her vision as she felt herself being pulled closer and closer to the edge again. 

“Fuck, you fuck good,” Ginny moaned. Her heels pulled him impossibly deeper inside her. Her hands wrapped around his strong shoulders and her fingernails leaving scratches down his back. 

Harry let out a string of curses under his breath. His thrusts picked up speed, and Ginny knew that she would crash in any second. Harry’s fingers found her clit again, and with the increased pressure and deep thrust, she was gone. Exploding like a star, she came hard.

With a few more thrusts, Harry followed her cue. 

Ginny smiled up at him, “Come here,” she said, pulling Harry’s face to kiss her breathless. Harry’s lips eagerly met hers. With time, the kisses turned more lazy before they finally pulled away.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Harry said, breathless above her.

Ginny let out an uncharacteristic giggle, “You’re amazing.”

Harry let out a laugh that made Ginny’s entire insides curl with pleasure. “Here,” Harry said, offering her shirt back. 

“Just so you know,” Ginny said, pulling her shirt over her head, “I realized, I’ve been thinking about this almost every day too.”

Harry nearly tripped pulling his pants back on, “Really?”

“Really,” Ginny reassured, sliding off of the counter. 

“So what should I call you now? My fuck-buddy? My boyfriend? My brother?” Ginny teased. 

Harry cringed, “Maybe not that last one.” He spun her around so she was facing him again.

“Definitely, not the last one,” Ginny said before kissing him again.

#hinny #severalsunlitdaylights #call it what you want #harry x ginny

[startanewdream]

For @hinnyfest, prompt #2: "I did something bad..."

***

There was a handkerchief on Ginny's hand so twisted that it reminded Harry of a rope. He paused behind her, hands searching for the knots in her neck that were usually enough to calm her; but Ginny jumped, face blushing at the sight of him.

"Hey."

"Hey there." He sat next to her, gently taking the handkerchief out of her hands. "Oh, I liked this one."

"We can iron it later," said Ginny, sounding guilty.

"It's just a handkerchief—why do you look like you've just waken up a basilisk?"

She blinked. "What?"

"It's just—I think the last time I saw you so nervous you were about to tell Ron and I about the Chamber."

"Oh, no." She rolled her eyes. "Nothing as grave—not criminally, at least. Unless we are counting the murder of my dignity." He waited. Ginny bit her lip. "I did something bad."

Harry nodded. "We can hide the body."

"What?"

"I know you—if you murdered someone, they probably deserved it. Better not confess to an Auror next time, though."

Ginny laughed, some tension leaving her shoulders. "It's not grave, remember? I'm just—embarrassed, that's it."

"Embarrassed as you sending a dwarf to sing a Valentine's card?"

"Embarrassed as I might hex my fiance if he keeps making fun of me." Her words were threatening, but Ginny was smiling again. "And that would look extremely embarrassing for you, Mr. Auror."

Harry pretended to zip off his mouth. Ginny got closer, allowing for him to place his arms around her shoulders and bring her closer.

"Embarassed as do you remember before the Battle, when you needed to go to the Ravenclaw Common Room and I insisted that Luna should go with you, instead of Cho Chang?"

It took a moment for Harry to recollect the exact memory. "Oh, yeah. You sounded fierce, very protective."

"I sounded stupid," she disagreed. "We were at the edge of the war, Voldemort was coming and I got jealous. But I thought—hey, I was young and naive. I wouldn't do that again."

"But then—"

She sighed. "Then we were at the Leaky Cauldron tonight and Cho showed up for our meeting, I wasn't expecting and—and I told her we are engaged."

"Oh." Harry blinked, confused. "That isn't a crime."

But Ginny shook her head. "I haven't even told most of my friends yet, and then—ugh, why do I still feel like a teenage girl unsure of everything around her?"

"I have no idea." He placed a kiss on her forehead, eyes closing when the smell of her shampoo overwhelmed him. "If anyone should be self-assured and arrogant, it should be you. You—you are perfect."

She laughed, not taking him seriously. "I'm not. I'm—it's pathetic, actually."

Harry twisted the handkerchief. "If it helps—when we were discussing the guest list, I almost asked you not to invite Dean."

"What?"

"Yeah, I know. And worse—I wanted to include Viktor Krum in the list."

"Viktor Krum? Other than annoying Ron, I don't see—"

"He was attracted to you."

"I don't remember meeting Krum—"

"Bill and Fleur's wedding." Harry fought an urge to hide his face. "We were sharing a table, he didn't know who I was, and then he asked if you were seeing anyone because you were very good-looking. And I said you were, a jealous type, big guy, one he wouldn't want to mess with."

Ginny blinked. Twice. And then a grin took control of her face as she moved to give him a kiss that Harry wasn't sure he deserve, but he wouldn't complain ever.

"Jealous type, ugh?" she teased when they broke apart. "I can see we are perfectly matched."

#Hinny #Hinnyfest #post war Hinny #prompt 2: i did something bad... #tell me what you think :)

[princessofroses]

HARRY POTTER UNPOPULAR OPINIONS PART 2#

I hate FanFictions where they try to make Narcissa and Andromeda reconcile. Andromeda doesn't have to apologize for choosing the man she loves over her racist family, she doesn't have to apologize for raising a Half-Blood badass shifting Auror who died heroically with her son-in-law, she doesn't even have to even speak to Narcissa again, especially after the war. Narcissa is Andromeda's exact opposite, she kissed her family's ass, married a Death Eater and raised a complete pussy brat of a son and jumped off a sinking ship when they realized serving the Dark Lord wasn't all that great. Not to mention, Narcissa housed Bellatrix and held Death Eater meetings at Malfoy Manor, why does she get a pass for being a Nazi Wife? She literally lost her cousin, husband and daughter to Death Eaters, I don't think anyone making Dromeda even look at Cissy again.

I also hate fics where Harry Potter is made the new adoptive dad of Teddy Lupin after Remus and Dora die, Andromeda Black Tonks exists guys, she was in her mid-40's which ain't that old.

The Slut-Shaming of Ginny Weasley is ridiculous, it's not that common on tumblr but I see it a lot on Wattpad, Ao3 and Fanfiction.net. Who tf cares if she slept with Michael Corner or Dean Thomas before Harry, y'all just mad she pulled three hot guys and you couldn't.

Cho Chang did nothing wrong other than crying for her deceased boyfriend. What was she supposed to do? Move on instantly so she could be Harry's generic love interest? And of course she stuck by Marietta, she was the only one to not downright abandon her. Cho was in denial because she couldn't believe her bestie could do such a thing.

The Movies do not understand Bellatrix Lestrange as a character, I love Helena Bonham-Carter and she is the perfect Bellatrix, but the writers forget she's also an aristocrat from a rich family, she straight up calls Spinners End a 'Muggle Dunghill' in HBP, the movies give her this dumb seducing voice she uses on the Half-Blood Snape to her own nephew in a scene where she wasn't even included in the books.

Percy Weasley's leaving was more about Dumbledore than Harry. Dumbledore constantly endangered his siblings on multiple occasions and he was at the point where he trusted Umbridge more than Dumbledore! Dumbledore had done absolutely nothing to earn his trust.

Pansy Parkinson is either weirdly romanticized despite her racists comments (Especially about Angelina Johnson) or bashed like she's Umbridge 2.0 by Draco stans.

I hate most Y/N's in the Harry Potter Fanficion Universe, they usually act like no one, represent no one and are either annoying or a pick-me-girl sex goddess who attracts everyone to the Yule Ball, same can be said for 90% of Harry Potter OC's.

Lucius Malfoy should've went to Azkaban after everything he did, he only turned against the Dark Lord because he was a fucking pussy who was afraid of consequences, lets look at his crimes shall we, being a death eater and lying under oath during the first war, giving the 11 year old daughter of his rival a cursed book that tortured her for months by having Tom Riddle's memory use her as a vessel in his attempt to open the Chamber of Secrets, indirectly had a basilisk petrify many innocent students, was in possession of dark objects, participated in the assault and sadistic torture of innocent muggles, cast one of the three unforgivable curses, broke into government facilities, watched his sister-in-law kill his wife's cousin and did nothing to report a murder, did nothing as his sister-in-law tortured Neville, broke out of Azkaban, and generally was a dickhead to anyone but his family.

#percy weasley deserves better #harry potter #hp fandom #bellatrix lestrange #narcissa malfoy #house of black #harry potter universe #lucius malfoy

[sweetpandorabox]

Ron Weasley as a boyfriend ♟️🐀

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.

Dating this adorable food-loving ginger could include:

🍗🧣🧑🏻‍🦰

He loves his food and would eat anything and everything if he could, but he likes sharing his food with you and loves to feed you his last bite of food to show how much he loves you.

Super cuddly and likes to lay on your lap but has to make sure that you play with his hair so he can fall asleep.

Studying at the library? Nah, more like making out at the library and getting caught by Madam Pince and getting kicked out.

Molly and Arthur loves you and encourages Ron to convince you to stay with them at the burrow for half of the summer or winter break.

You would probably fight like an old married couple, but that's what most people find adorable between the two of you.

He's definitely a praiser in bed and likes to compliment the hell out of you and tell you how good you feel or how beautiful you are, and he's just generally pretty dominant.

Makes you play wizards chess with him even though he wins every time, he just like seeing you get all worked up and annoyed because he thinks it's super sexy then pull you into an make-out after, making sure you feel better.

He calls you cute nicknames like darling, sweet stuff, cutie, or doll.

Carry your stuff for you and won't let you hold one thing, not even something light. He always makes sure your hands are free to hold his hand instead of carrying something.

Likes when you call him Ronald (only by you), sweetheart, bub, or baby.

His love language is probably physical touch because he just loves to cuddle or have his hand just touching you somewhere because honestly, he can't get enough of you.

You're definitely the first one to say I love you to him, but then he gets all flustered and doesn't know how to act because he's just out of this world excited.

You would, of course, tease him mercilessly (influenced by Fred, George, and Ginny) but always give him a quick kiss to reassure him that you are just joking after he pouts and cross his arms.

He doesn't have a lot of money, but he saves what he got to get you something you really want and like, not worrying about his own interest as he puts you first always.

He's the best at making the coziest, most warm blanket fort for the two of you to be in.

He likes to be involved whenever you're picking something to wear for the day, not because he's stylish but because he likes watching you change and checking you out (every boyfriend ever, I swear).

He compliments you a lot but asks for loads of kisses in return or payment.

Before both of you even got married, you talk about the future a lot with each other and pick out what names you'll be giving to each of your children.

He loves smelling you. His go-to is to kiss the top of your head. That way, he can get a wiff of of your gorgeous smelling shampoo, but if not, a little peck on the neck doesn't hurt because he knows your sprit some of your favorite perfume on that area too (left & right).

He has no tolerance for people being mean to you or those who pick on you. He's quite protective of you no matter what so he can come off as threatening when he finds out people are messing with you.

A/N: Hey guys so I meant to finish off and post a proper Ron Weasley fanfic today but then I realized that I have so much school work and assessments left and right set all at the same time, and that I haven't started most of them so I have to take the L and post more listing style imagines these coming weeks because I just can't write when I'm stressed over school work. But don't worry proper fanfics will be posted soon because I have about 4 more weeks left until term/semester 1 is over and that I'll have my 2 weeks holiday meaning more time to write so I hope you understand x.

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[seriouslysam8]

Brumous Sneak Peek

Chapter Forty-Three: Rosamond Nott

“Harry, can you confirm I’m me for Cepheus?” Sirius asked, leaning back against the footboard and crossing his arms over his chest.

Harry looked at Cepheus. “Do you not think it’s Sirius?”

Cepheus shrugged. “I mean, I just–”

“Malfoy Polyjuiced himself into me and tortured him as me, so I think he’d feel better if you could just ask me a question and confirm it for him,” Sirius interrupted.

“Yeah, right, err,” Harry said, squinting at Sirius. “You remember when we went to France?”

Sirius stared at Harry. “Yeah, I recall that.”

“Well, you know how you like to do the crosswords in ink?” Harry continued.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Sirius said in an exasperated tone. “Can we not?”

Ginny peered at Harry curiously. 

“What was the word you got wrong and caused you to royally mess up the entire crossword?” Harry asked. “You know, the one where you ripped out the page and tossed it into the sea.”

Sirius shot Harry an annoyed look. “I misread the fucking question. I thought it said the first word in the incantation.”

“You were overly confident,” Harry pressed. “So confident that you started trying to fit in words that made no sense into the other boxes.”

Sirius’ jaw clenched. “I misread the question.”

“What was the word?” Harry repeated himself.

“Wait, can we know the question first?” Ron interjected, holding up his hands. “I think we need a clearer picture on why this is firing Sirius up so much.”

Sirius licked his bottom lip, his eyes rolling to the ceiling. “It was a question about the incantation for the Animagus transformation. I thought it wanted the first word in the incantation, but it asked for the second word. I didn’t read it carefully enough.”

Ron burst out laughing. “You got a question about the bloody spell for becoming an Animagus wrong?”

Sirius pointed at Ron, his eyes blazing. “I misread the fucking question! I put Amato and not Animo, all right?”

Ron didn’t stop laughing. “How long did it take you to bloody well figure it out?”

“Harry is making it sound worse than it is!” Sirius protested. “I figured it out pretty quickly but I had two answers wrong and they were in ink.”

Ginny grinned at Sirius. “Oh, the horror, Sirius. Was that the first time you gave up on a crossword?”

“I didn’t give up!” Sirius bit back. “I was irritated, all right? It was a stupid mistake because I didn’t read the question carefully enough.”

Harry tried to keep the grin off his face as he turned to Cepheus. “Yeah, this is definitely Sirius. He takes his crosswords very seriously.”

Cepheus glanced over at Sirius, an incredulous look crossing his face.

“He’s actually really good at them,” Harry added. “Hence the ink.”

“Don’t try to kiss my arse,” Sirius snapped.

Harry ignored him, his gaze never leaving Cepheus. “He knows a little about a lot of subjects and can usually figure out even the hardest questions. Although, he’s abysmal with Quidditch. He normally asks me those questions.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “I asked you once about a Quidditch maneuver that was invented while I was rotting away in Azkaban. But my overall Quidditch knowledge is fine, thank you very much. I listened to James prattle off stats and talk my bloody ear off about it for a decade.”

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This might be cringe but idgaf so if it gets cringe for you just leave

I realized I didn't follow more harry potter ships on tumblr other than drarry, so I went and searched some, and you gotta know that I love and I love and I love deamus, and I got this thought, that what if in their first couple years Seamus wanted to be a rebel and always heard people, usually his parents say how wrong it is when boys kiss, and he just casually brings it up when they're talking about annoying things parents do, Dean is like my parents don't do that but he agrees that that doesn't really make sense, and to spite them they decide to share a first kiss, just a light one on the mouth like kids would, and Seamus wants to keep doing it because it feels like they're going against the rules, doing something they should't, when they're alone they share some light kisses on the cheek or the mouth, it's usually Seamus who indicates it and Dean is indifferent about it after the first one which he was nervious about and got flustered, but he lets Seamus do it because it makes him happy, and ofc time flies by and they naturally stop because it gets more awkward, but they never talked about it, and after Dean and Ginny broke up Seamus tried everyinging to make him feel better, and Dean was thankful but Seamus could tell he was still sad, so he just asked him one day what would make him happy, and Dean brought up the fact they used to do this and just casually asks for a kiss

#seamus turns bloody red ofc #deamus #dean x seamus #seamus x dean #dean thomas x seamus finnigan #seamus finnigan x dean thomas

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Little Moments That Pass Us By Chapter 7

I hope you all still like this cute little series. Because I'm still working on it :) This chapter has 2 of my favorite things: competitive and flirty hinny!

ENJOY!

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First Date - June 1998

  “I hope you realize that I’m gonna crush you at this,” Ginny said, her wicked smirk curling her lips as she took the putter the attendant offered her. She ran her hand up his arm as if soothing him. “I mean we both know I’m a quick study. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure not to gloat too much.”

  Harry snorted. Not even a minute into the game and Ginny was starting her cheeky talk. “Are you sure about that? I mean, which one of us was the youngest seeker in a century?” 

  Ginny raised a brow at him, her grin widening. “That’s only because I wasn’t there to steal it from you. The rest of the time you were just grandfathered into the position. I mean, which one of us caught the last game winning snitch?”

  “Only because I was in detention,” Harry defended “Besides, I really was the winner that day.”

  “Oh and pray tell how were you the winner that day when you’d been stuck in detention with Snape?”

  He leaned down, placing his lips under her right ear. “Because I caught you, my own personal golden snitch.” Harry could feel her shiver as he slowly moved down her jaw to find her mouth. He was only an inch from his goal when someone cleared their throat.

  He jerked away from her, looking at the annoyed mini golf attendant. ”Here are your balls and putter, sir.”

  “Thanks. Thank you,” Harry said awkwardly. He could feel the burning heat on his cheeks as he took the offered items. “I’m — um — you know —”

  The attendant just rolled his eyes before moving back into his little stockroom. They stood there in silence for a moment before Ginny gave into her giggles. 

  She lifted a hand up to his cheek as she spoke through her laughter. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn quite this red before. We’re basically matching.”

  Harry gave her a weak shove, making her laugh harder. “Shut it, you.” Ginny, however, didn’t follow his suggestion. Instead, she laughed harder. Harry rolled his eyes. He held open his palm to show off their ball options. “What color do you want?”

  Ginny tamed in her giggles, her shoulders still shaking with silent laughter. Harry was about to turn towards the first hole when Ginny grabbed his hand, pulling him close to her. She rose onto her tiptoes, her breath warming the skin just below his ear. “By the way, I’m pretty sure it was me who caught you first. I had you in the palm of my hand way before that day. And I still enjoy taking you into my hands.”

  Harry jumped as her hand brushed dangerously along his inner thigh. Her lips were on his in a hot, deep kiss. Harry was so distracted by her that he didn’t even notice his fingers loosening. The ball slipped from his hand and before he could recover it, Ginny’s hand shot out, catching it. She pulled back from him, that wicked grin back on her lips. She lifted the ball, showing it off to him. “Seems like you may have lost a bit of your touch there.” She started backing up towards the first hole. “Come along, Potter! Come take your loss with dignity.” 

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  Harry felt like a sap. He couldn’t wipe the grin from his face. She was just too adorable. The concentration on her face as she stared so intently at the little green ball. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth and Harry was certain she had no idea. But for Merlin’s sake, he couldn’t stop noticing it. 

  “Why is this so bloody difficult?” Ginny muttered darkly to herself, just loud enough for Harry to hear. “I can throw a damn quaffle halfway across the field, but I can’t make this blood ball get up a hill.”

  “Maybe you should take your loss with dignity,” Harry suggested, trying to keep a straight face. 

  He loved the way her eyes flared when she looked at him. “If there weren’t children around, I’d tell you where you could put this club.”

  Harry held back his laugh. “That isn’t a nice thing to say.”

  She stood to her full height. Her eyes stared daggers at him, but the corners of her mouth twitched, giving her away. “I wouldn’t be forced to say such things if my boyfriend wasn’t being such a prat.” 

  “If your boyfriend can’t be a prat, who can?”

  Ginny lost her battle against the smile spreading across her face. She shook her head at him before turning back to her ball. “What’s the secret to this? You made it look so easy.”

  Harry moved up closer, letting his hand press lightly to the small of her back. “So you wanna hit it hard enough to make it up the hill but not quite hard enough to go over the other side.”

  “Yes, I guessed that,” Ginny said, her tone dry. Harry felt her lean in closer, her back pressing lightly into his chest. “But how do I know how hard to hit it?”

  He thought about it for a moment. “How do you know how hard to throw the quaffle when trying to fake out the keeper? Make it go slower or faster than expected?”

  Ginny turned to look up at him, her brow raised in surprise. “I just… I guess.”

  Harry smiled at her, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. “There’s your answer.”

  She let out an annoyed huff. “Wise words there, Captain.” 

  “Well, if you don’t like that tactic,” Harry said slowly as if thinking hard, “maybe I could give you a hand.”

  Her head tilted, giving him a tempting view of the pulse point on her neck. “A hand?”

  He smirked. “Yeah. Here.” Harry slid his arms fully around her, adjusting them so they lined back up with her ball. Her back was still against his chest, but now her entire body lined up perfectly with his. His hands covered hers lightly over the club grip. “Alright, so it comes to getting a good hip motion with good power.” He slowly started to rock the club back and forth, encouraging their bodies to follow the same pattern.  

  The breathy sigh Ginny released went straight through him. He loved when she made that sound. When she spoke, her voice was low and husky. “Okay, I think I really actually like mini golf.”

  Harry laughed lightly, giving into the temptation of pressing a quick kiss to her neck. “Me too.” Having her there in his arms, feeling her sway with him… Harry was lost to the world. At least he was until a loud throat clearing shattered the little bubble he’d had mentally put them in. 

  He jerked back from her looking over his shoulder to see a stern-looking mother and her three children all watching them. He felt his cheeks heat as he grinned awkwardly at the family. “Erm, sorry. I was just — We were —”

  “We’re just gonna skip this one,” Ginny said, bending to pick up her ball. When she came back to full height, her cheeks were red as Harry knew his must be. “Good luck on this one. It’s tricky.” 

  Then her free hand was in his, dragging him towards the next hole. Harry managed to quickly scoop up his own ball as they walked on. He expected her to stop at the starting point, but she just kept leading them. 

  It wasn’t until they were into the car park (having dropped their balls and clubs at the drop-off spot) that Ginny turned to him. “As much as I like mini golf, I have different plans for the rest of our date.” 

  Harry quirked a brow at her, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Oh? And is that because I was beating you?”

  Ginny narrowed her eyes at him as she stepped into his personal space. “No.” Her hand came up to knot in his hair bringing him to eye level. “It’s because of what was interrupted back there.” She brushed her nose along his jaw as she pressed her lips under his ear. “Why don’t you take me somewhere more private, Potter?” “Private?” Harry asked, trying to keep his mind from melting into goo as her nails dug lightly into his scalp.

  Her lips curled in an impish grin. “Unless you want to go back in there and watch me wipe the floor with you. I’ve started doing this thing with my hips —”

  Harry cut her off with a hard kiss. “Maybe later, for now I know the perfect place.”

  Her laugh was loud as he took her in his arms, disappearing with a pop.

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