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bluethepineapple · 1 year
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♡ For Padma please, she needs comfort after your latest drabble.
Thank you for indulging me, Cat 😆
You already know from the drabble that I headcanon Padma to work as an Unspeakable in the Death Room. I really enjoy the contrast of a quiet little scientist character studying Death - not to beat it but to understand. I love the idea that she ended up there out of a search for peace and closure that has eluded her since the war.
I imagine her as having always been drawn to Dean for his quietness and groundedness. They met in the DA, fought in the Battle of Hogwarts together, and then took on the task of planning the funerals for the people with no families left.
It was an experienced that haunted her so much that it sent her running to the DoM's Death Chamber, and for many years, Death was an entity that she both chased and haunted her. In many ways, it had frozen her in time.
When she met Dean again, it was for the opening of his little gallery off Diagon Alley, and within it, there was this gorgeous painting of a gentle Thestral and its foals. A boy was hugging her and the babies nipped at his heels.
She cried when she saw it. It panicked and bewildered the crowd, but when Dean finally reached her, he simply looked at her softly. After all, he was there during the worst - he understood. He invited her to dinner, and they just caught up, him giving her all the space she needed to feel her grief.
One dinner became two, became monthly, became weekly. And as Padma got to know him, she discovered that Dean loved to paint out his melancholy in fall colors. He liked to paint Death as gentle. His grief was present but at peace - a sensitive artist's soul that found his rest long before she found hers and it made her want to study him out of fascination and envy.
One day, he painted her draped in the Veil from the Department of Mysteries. It was nothing like the dark, deathly still room she had come to know. Instead, yellows and oranges and swirled about her. In the painting, she looked at peace.
That was the first time she kissed him.
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missmrah · 2 years
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Regency themed Harry Potter featuring dubiously researched costumes and furnishings (artistic license was liberally taken). And in case anyone was wondering... yes, I did just binge Bridgerton season 2 😅
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modern-harrypotter · 1 year
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INSIDE TEXTS - Story behind Ron’s bio.
The story behind Severus Snape writing “please” on Ron’s essay.
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[ Harry Potter Fancast ]
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Late Nights in the Office
Something a bit different from me this time. The headcanon channel on the @harrypocter server has opened my eyes to the amazing-ness that is Auror!Padma.
Thanks to @lanaturnergetup for beta-ing!
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'The Witch Weekly Mail-In Matchmaking Service promises to match you with compatible singles from our extensive database! Just owl through your questionnaire and a recent photo and we'll do the rest!'
It was a joke, something Padma and Anthony did after a few too many drinks. But when a familiar face shows up in the pile of profiles, Padma can't help but be intrigued.
If only she hadn't packed it away with the files she'd borrowed from the office.
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It was late, so late that Padma had lost count of how many cups of coffee she’d had, but here she was, in the break room, leaning against the counter so she could read the file in her hands while she waited for the water to boil for the two more cups of the horrible instant coffee the Ministry provided. She’d give anything for a decent latte, but everything was closed at this time of night, so crappy instant coffee was their only source of caffeine. 
With the coffees made, both with a generous helping of milk and sugar to make it palatable, Padma tucked the file under her arm so she could carry them back to Harry’s office. 
It was only a month since Harry had been promoted to Deputy Head Auror, which came with the added benefit of a fancy office, complete with a surprisingly comfy couch. She nudged open the door with her hip and found Harry exactly where she’d left him, sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by files pertaining to their case.
She hadn’t worked much with Harry in the early years of their time in the Auror department. While he had joined straight after the war, she’d chosen to complete her final year at Hogwarts. She’d wanted to complete her NEWTs, but more importantly, she wanted a year where she could just be a teenager whose biggest worry was whether she could get an O on her DADA exam and who she’d go to Hogsmeade with, instead of what disaster would befall the school that year.
By the time she’d completed her training, Harry naturally partnered with Ron on most cases, and then with Neville following Ron’s departure. It was only the year before, after Neville had left, that Padma approached Harry for help on her case, a string of robberies of Muggle jewellery stores that had evidence of magical involvement.
They worked well together; Padma’s logic and ability to find patterns balanced well with Harry’s gut instinct and his talent for reading suspects. It wasn’t anything official, but more often than not, Padma found herself asking Harry for his advice, or would find a note from him seeking her opinion on a lead.
It was nice having someone like Harry that she could rely on at work, even if it did result in her name ending up in the gossip columns more than she would like. No doubt she would see an article there sometime this week. All it would take was the wrong person to see them leaving the office together, late one night, and she would be the ‘exotic beauty’ who was ‘tempting him away from his faithful wife’ (even though last week they’d claimed that Ginny was off having a torrid affair with Oliver Wood).
Rita Skeeter really needed to come up with some new material.
‘Is it just me or is there a discrepancy in the transactions between the husband and wife’s vaults?’ Harry’s distracted question pulled Padma back to the room, where they were meant to be searching for any kind of link between the sudden appearance of a new party potion on the black market and their suspect's movements and financial records in preparation for their interviews in the morning. He handed her the parchment he had been reading and leaned back against the couch, roughly rubbing his face in an attempt to wake up. 
Padma took a look at the list of transactions he’d handed her, noting the ones he’d marked, ‘No, these are going to the wife’s second vault.’
‘She has a second vault?’ 
‘It’s a common practice for daughters of wealthy pureblood families. It will be one that she’s inherited as part of the terms of her marriage. She might have only been able to access the funds after she produced an heir, or the money might need to go back to her father’s family after her death.’ Padma twisted around so she could reach behind her and grabbed the file she’d been reading at home the night before that had the details for the additional vault. ‘Here, these are the transaction records for it.’ 
She handed him both the folders and checked her watch to find it was past two in the morning. With a sigh, she drank deeply from her coffee, grimacing at the taste as she picked up another file. Rich people really had too much money.
‘Padma?’
‘Hm?’
‘Why am I looking at a profile of Dean Thomas that’s telling me he particularly likes ‘taking time at the end of each day to unwind while sketching the beauty around him?’ 
Padma looked up sharply and easily recognised the parchment Harry held up. The blue Witch Weekly logo was stamped in the corner, Dean’s face grinned at her from his photo and a list of his attributes were listed below.
It had arrived the night before, along with about ten others from the Witch Weekly Mail-In Matchmaking Service . It had been a laugh, something she’d signed up for after too many wines with Anthony Goldstein during their monthly catch-up to moan about their jobs and their endless singledom.
Initially, they’d been tossed aside, but curiosity and boredom after reading endless lines of financial records had gotten the better of her. She’d flipped through the profiles, faces of unknown, unfamiliar wizards staring back at her; some showed a group of wizards where she had no idea who she was meant to be looking at and others seemingly decided that showing off their broomstick was more important than their actual face. The bios weren’t much better, with claims of ‘looking for a partner in adventure’ or that they ‘weren’t interested in endless letters’, rather that they wanted to go straight out for a date.
Looking to hook up and never write again was more likely.
Too bad Witch Weekly still refused to offer a ‘witch seeking witches’ option for their matchmaking service.
But then, suddenly, she wasn’t looking at the face of another stranger, but at someone very familiar to her.
She’d laughed at first, exhaustion from the case and the surprise at seeing Dean’s face staring out at her from the stack of Quidditch bros and unemployed ‘entrepreneurs’ giving her the giggles.
The bio was a bit ridiculous, not something she could imagine him writing for himself. Maybe it was all a trick. A prank played on him by one of his mates.
She’d put it aside, planning to show Parvati so they could a good giggle over it the next time she saw her, but Padma’s attention kept wandering, and she found herself picking up the unassuming piece of parchment once more. She’d gotten up to make a chai, and found herself reading over his bio again while she drank. His photo smiled and winked on a loop, and she started to feel her heart flutter. So she’d done the sensible thing and flipped the page over to focus on her work.
And clearly had packed it up with the financial records she’d been checking.
In Harry’s office, she lunged over the files on the floor, her cheeks burning as she tried to snatch the page from him, but he held it out of her reach. ‘‘ Dean is looking for a woman who puts family first and enjoys nights in on the couch.’ Is that you, Padma?’ asked Harry with a teasing grin.
She glared at him and managed to snatch the parchment from his hand. ‘I think I liked you better when you were a string bean who could barely look at a girl.’
Infuriatingly, Harry just grinned, unfazed by her insult. He nodded at the paper in her hand, ‘What is that anyway?’
‘You’ve never seen a matchmaking profile before? Oh right, you married your Hogwarts sweetheart.’ 
He laughed. ‘Technically we only started dating again after I’d left Hogwarts.’
‘ Technically , you’re annoying, Potter.’ 
Harry just grinned again, and silence fell across the room as they returned to their work. 
She managed to get through another couple of pages of transactions before her mind wandered back to Dean’s profile.
‘Anthony and I thought it would be a laugh,’ Harry looked up at her, face questioning, ‘signing up for the matchmaking service. It was a joke, really. I’d forgotten about it until last night when all these profiles showed up. I must have accidentally packed Dean’s away in the file.’
‘Right, okay.’ Harry said, turning back to the page again.
But Padma couldn’t concentrate. She kept thinking of Dean’s face, winking out at her from the page instead of focusing on the lines of numbers that weren’t making sense. 
‘I’m not going to owl him,’ she said. Harry looked up again and just nodded before once again turning back to the parchment in his hands.
But she still couldn’t focus. She tapped her quill against the page while watching a beetle crawl along the wall behind Harry and slip under the door. ‘Should I owl him?’ she asked.
This time when Harry dragged his gaze from the page he was reading he had a faintly amused look on his face, ‘Do we do this?’
‘Do what?’
‘Talk about our love lives.’
They did! Sometimes. Well, not really. Mostly only if something exciting had happened at one of Ginny’s matches, or if the latest date Padma had gone on had been hilariously awful.
‘It’s not my love life,’ grumbled Padma, ‘it’s me considering going on a date with an old friend.'
‘You and Dean were friends?’
‘Friendly enough.’
They fell silent, but nothing could get her focus back on the parchment in front of her. It was when Harry yawned that she threw them down. ‘Right, this is hopeless.’
Harry checked his watch with a grimace, then sighed. ‘We’ve got enough for the interview tomorrow. If that comes up with nothing we’ll come back to the files.’ 
‘You couldn’t have said that two hours ago?’
‘Two hours ago I thought there was more to be found!’
Padma flicked the crumpled-up paper from their long-eaten dinner of stale sandwiches at his face and started packing away the folders.
As they were heading to the Atrium to floo home, Padma’s thoughts kept straying to the parchment tucked safely in her bag. What she didn’t know was that at that moment, a letter was sitting on her kitchen table, from the same Wizard who hadn’t stopped thinking about her since he’d received her profile via Owl Post. 
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msforbiddenforest · 2 years
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Hp characters that are definitely bisexual
because I said so...lol
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Padma Patil
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Dean Thomas
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Cedric Diggory
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Harry Potter
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marauderstars · 1 year
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Ways J.K Rowling did poc dirty in canon:
Making the last name of one of her most powerful black characters “Shacklebolt” - a crude af reference to slavery and just in very poor taste.
Naming her only east Asian character “Cho Chang” - a Korean surname as a first name for a Chinese character - proving she did no research whatsoever into Chinese naming traditions.
Cho’s characterization also leans in to the trope of tragic Asian female characters being defined by their romantic connections to white men, as in “Miss Saigon” or “A Quiet American.” Cho’s storyline centers on her romantic involvement with Cedric, Harry and Roger Davies. She gets no meaningful arc of her own.
The sidekick-ification of Lee Jordan.
Michael Corner being referred to as “the dark one” which is bad enough, and then him being whitewashed in the films.
Pansy Parkinson’s comment about Angelina Johnson’s braided hair looking like “worms” goes completely unpunished. Rowling treats this as standard bullying instead of a racially-charged comment. Rowling clearly didn’t understand the serious implications of this comment and its rooting in deeply-ingrained discrimination against black hairstyles, or she would have written a similar reaction to this as she did to that of Hermione being called a “Mudblood.”
House Elves as a metaphor for slaves is highly problematic because they are depicted as “liking” their enslavement and being complicit in it, much like the black slaves in “Gone With The Wind.” Despite Dobby being a beloved character, he is also seen as an anomaly for desiring freedom, and many other House Elves are depicted as grotesque, fawning, ridiculous or sinister. Pretty garbage metaphor for black slaves.
In Goblet of Fire Rowling describes a group of “African” wizards wearing “long white robes” and “roasting what looked like a rabbit on a bright purple fire.” This is just… *sigh* The way this is worded is very clearly just token exoticism and includes no genuine detail about their clothing, cultural food or nationality. It’s just “wow those zany rabbit-eating Africans and their purple fire.” Once again black characters are being used as examples of otherness rather than shown as human beings.
Rowling has openly admitted that she created a detailed backstory for Dean Thomas, one of the series’ few black characters, but did not include it in the books and included the backstory of Neville Longbottom, a white character, instead.
Approving the casting of a white actress in the role of Lavender Brown in the films, a character the majority of readers assumed was black.
The portrayal of Blaise Zabini’s “famously beautiful” black mother who was known for offing her husbands and taking their money. Like. Come on. Tbh she sounds like a queen but violent woc gold digger is still a shit trope.
Just the entire treatment of the Patil twins at the Yule Ball, the way Harry and Ron treated them and Rowling’s garbage attempt at describing their traditional clothing.
Padma Patil’s portrayal in Cursed Child as the stereotypical controlling Indian wife. The idea of ending up with her instead of Hermione being positioned as some kind of horrible alternate reality for Ron had very xenophobic undertones, and while Hermione is portrayed as black in the play, I don’t believe that Rowling originally intended her to be a black character nor that casting directors deliberately set out to cast a black actress as Hermione in Cursed Child initially.
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bluedaisy12 · 3 months
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~ Things I have scripted about Hogwarts
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Each new student gets a map of the castle to help them get around it without getting lost on their way to classes and such.
Dorms – Students have the option to pick from four dorm sizes: singles, doubles, triples and quads.
Uniforms - Students have to wear their uniforms during school hours, they are free to change in the clothes they have bought with them after their classes are finished. During the evening classes like Astronomy or club meetings the students have to wear some part of their uniform, it can be the cloak or the tie or something alike.
House of Slytherin
☆ I have scripted that the Slytherin common room looks like the one in Hogwarts Legacy because damn is it beautiful. (link to a youtube video showing it)
☆ The passwords are changed each week, and we get a slip of paper of what it is on Sundays during supper.
☆ The head of the house is still Sour Snape, just for the fun of annoying that old man.
School Events
There is a New Years Eve ball during the last week of school before Christmas break. Parties in the common rooms usually happen every month or two, it really depends on how far into the school year it is. All students from 5th year and above are allowed to go to the parties, and people follow this rule religiously.
Prefects and their responsibilities
There are 3 prefects in each house, there has to be at least one of each gender. The prefects don’t have a lot of duties / chores (I still want to live my life you know?). All they have to do is patrol the Hogwarts Express during the train rides, taking house points for misbehaviour and dish out detentions. Prefects do not have a curfew and can walk around freely unless told otherwise by the teachers, the same goes for head girls and head boys.
Slytherin's prefects: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Daria Krum (me)
Ravenclaw's prefects: Padma Patil, Anthony Goldstein, Cho Chang
Hufflepuff's prefects: Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, Cedric Diggory
Gryffindor's prefects: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Dean Thomas
School life
There are electives that students can choose from, some of the electives have felid trips, for example muggle studies go and visit a museum or something. The basic subjects like History of Magic sometimes have a fieldtrip once in a while too, historical magical places and such.
Laundry days are on mondays, wednesdays and fridays, the laundry itself is done by the house elves. To have your clothes washed you have to take them to the laundry room which is by the kitchen, you do not have to pick your clean laundry though, it appears back in your closet after it has been washed and dried.
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ununquadius · 1 year
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Rumor Has It That...
Written for the January 2023 Discord Drabble Challenge. Prompt: rumours. Wordcount: 188. Thanks marsbar for the prompt and @stargazing-enby for the beta💛🖤 Read on AO3 too
“Parvati told Lavender that Dean had heard Parkinson telling Zabini that Malfoy had a hickey and his hair was all messy when he left the toilet after Charms.”
“So?”
“So, you won’t believe who Smith from Hufflepuff saw leaving the toilet just afterwards! Harry fucking Potter!”
“No way! Potter and Malfoy?”
“And that’s not all, you know? Neville heard Hermione telling Ron that she saw them kissing behind that old witches’ tapestry on the fifth floor.”
“Merlin! What does Potter see in Malfoy? I mean, everyone knows he was this close to being thrown into Azkaban after the war. People even say he tried to kill Dumbledore!”
“But do you know why they didn’t send him to Azkaban? They say Potter spoke on his behalf at his trial.”
“Were they together last year?”
“Why would Potter defend him if not, then? Susan Bones told Padma Patil that she knows for a fact that they were dating back in Sixth Year.”
“No way! Wasn’t Potter dating Ginny Weasley then?”
“Well… rumour has it that he cheated on her because Draco was prettier.”
“Draco!”
“What? They were talking about us!”
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kccinstitutes · 5 months
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Glimpses of Academic Procession - Graduation Ceremony, KCC ILHE Batch 2019
On October 28, 2023, the KCC Institute of Legal & Higher Education in Greater Noida held its Convocation for the graduating class of 2019-2022. The atmosphere was charged with excitement as the graduates eagerly awaited the moment when they would officially receive their degrees. The event commenced with a formal academic procession featuring distinguished guests, academic faculty, and the graduating students making their grand entrance.
The chief guest for the occasion was Padma shri Prof. (Dr.) Mahesh Verma, Vice Chancellor of GGSIPU. He delivered an inspiring convocation address, imparting valuable life lessons and insights to the graduating class of BBA, BCOM(H), BCA and BAJMC.
Graduates were bestowed with their degrees and accompanied by warm congratulations and well-wishes in presence of distinguished representatives from various sectors of the industry, as well as esteemed members of the academic council of KCCILHE.
Shri Pankaj Rai, Managing Director , Quality Austria Central Asia Private Limited
Dr. Lovneesh Chanana, Sr. Vice President & Regional Head for Government Affairs (Asia Pacific and Japan)
Advocate Shri Rajeev Tyagi, Member and Advisor, TAC, Ministry of Telecommunication, GOI.
Prof Vijita Singh Aggarwal, Director, International Affairs, GGSIPU
Professor (Dr.) Amrapal Singh Dean, USLLS.
Shri Sunil Mirza, GM (North India) Hindu Group of Publications.
Shri Atul Tripathi sir, Data Scientist
Shri Buba F Keinteh, Financial Attache Gambia Embassy.
Shri Pradip Bagchi, Senior Editor, Times of India.
Shri Vivek Narayan Sharma ,Advocate & Ex Joint Secretary, Supreme Court of India.
Biswajit Bhattacharya, Lead Client Partner, Automative Industry Leader India South Asia, IBM India Private limited.
Shri Dhruba Jyoti Pati , Director India Today Media Institute.
Shri Anil Singh, Manager, The Hindu City
Ceremony ended with pledging honor to our country by singing the national anthem. Subsequently, the celebration continued with a delightful lunch, memorable photo sessions, and the exchange of heartfelt messages among the attendees. The graduation ceremony concluded on a note of jubilation, leaving the graduates inspired to strive for greatness in their future endeavors.
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crazybutgood · 1 year
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banner created by the wonderful @getawayfox 💖
This short story reclist has fics featuring colours in various ways, in the spirit of the upcoming Holi festival~
Check out the previous short story list here !
Baste the Rainbow by @vukovich (Draco/Harry) (E, 1267)
Harry’s day had been so bad, he'd been sent home early to relax. A shower was just the ticket, and he walked into the bedroom, destined for...
Draco was sprawled out against a nest of pillows, mobile in one hand, cock in the other, and a rainbow of dots arranged up the center of his entire torso.
Widened grey eyes drifted toward him. Caught.
"You're home early," Draco murmured, startled.
Love Found by @peachpety (Draco/Harry) (E, 7500)
During Harry’s sixth year, Draco Malfoy joins the Order as a double-agent and continues with his task to get the Death Eaters into the castle as assigned by Voldemort. Draco succeeds with his mission the evening Harry returns from the caves with Dumbledore. The boys reunite on the Astronomy Tower and, with the Death Eater’s arrival, are forced to engage in a fight, driving Harry to come to terms with his feelings about true friendship and romantic love.
punch-drunk fingerprints by @tamerofdarkstars (Draco/Harry) (T, 1983)
In a world where every touch of a soulmate leaves a temporary heat mark on bare skin, Draco Malfoy suddenly finds his life devolving into a massive cliche because the Boy Who Lived Twice has no idea how to respect the personal space bubble.
A Heart So Colourful ♡ by @lumosatnight (Ron/Viktor) (E, 1532) 
Rita Skeeter’s article dropped on Tuesday afternoon. By Wednesday morning, it was posted all over Hogwarts. Not even Filch’s personal quarters had been overlooked (though why a student would risk sneaking in there, Merlin only knew). By Thursday, even the professors were talking about it. By Friday, the Minister, himself, was Flooing his associates across the pond.
Viktor Krum was gay, and he had asked Ronald Weasley to the Yule Ball.
Naked in Neon by LittleSixx (Dean/Blaise) (E, 5263)
It is theme night at Padma Patil's nightclub, The Sugar Quill. Models are available to be painted however the patrons like, but Blaise Zabini sees Dean Thomas across the club so he gets creative.
Stains by @makeitp1nk (Draco/Harry) (T, 100)
For domaystic prompt - painting the walls
dead beauty by untilourapathy (gwendolen_lotte) (Fleur/Tonks) (G, 1243) 
Where Fleur is white noise and Tonks is her colour.
Spots of Colour by luminae (Luna/Ginny) (T, 252)
Ginny would let Luna do anything if it means she hears her laugh.
Sun Colours by DramioneDreaming (Luna/Ginny) (T, 503) 
Written for the Rare Pairs Last Drabble Writer Standing contest hosted by DramioneLDWS, a short Luna/Ginny based on the colour Yellow.
You Paint in Colours That Don’t Exist by fluorescencx (Draco/Harry) (T, 4517)
Draco wasn’t happy. All the world was grey.
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hpshipuary · 1 year
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💖 HP Shipuary Prompt List 💖
Here are your HP Shipuary 2023 prompts for each day in the month of February! This year we have TWO ways for you to take on this challenge:
Pick a Ship! We will provide you with a Het, Slash, and Femslash ship for each day. You only need to create works for 1 of the 3 ships listed. (i.e. Hermione/Sirius • Dean/Graham • Bellatrix/Luna)
BYO (Build Your Own) Ship! We will provide one Male and one Female character (canonically) for each day. Create your own ship utilizing at least 1 of that day's characters! (i.e. Percy Weasley • Luna Lovegood)
Remember: you do NOT have to create work for each day! If the listed ship(s) or character(s) aren't for you, feel free to skip them!
We look forward to everything you create! 💕
Rules • FAQ • AO3 Collection • Prompt Spreadsheet
Your 2023 Ships and BYO Ship Character Lists are available below the cut, or you can view the spreadsheet above:
2023 Ships (pick at least one)
01: Ginny/Tom (LV) • Marcus/Percy • Minerva/Lily
02: Cho/Ron • Harry/Sirius • Lavender/Padma
03: Draco/Parvati • Fred/Cedric • Pansy/Luna
04: Cedric/Fleur • James Sr/Lucius • Hermione/Molly
05: George/Pansy • Remus/Barty Jr • Katie/Fleur
06: Kingsley/Minerva • Draco/Bill • Cho/Parvati
07: Oliver/Alicia • Seamus/Gilderoy • Rose/Lavender
08: Harry/Luna • Ron/Severus • Eileen/Euphemia
09: Marrietta/Seamus • Evan/Regulus • Rolanda/Helena
10: Gregory/Susan • Abraxas/Tom (LV) • Hermione/Marietta
11: Hermione/Marcus • Charlie/Rubeus • Nymphadora/Pansy
12: Lucius/Andromeda • Ron/Scorpius • Dorcas/Lily Sr
13: Hermione/Sirius • Dean/Graham • Bellatrix/Luna
14: V-DAY FREE DAY (ANY SHIP)
15: Bellatrix/James Sr • Lorcan/Hugo • Astoria/Ginny
16: Lily Luna/Blaise • Fenrir/Vincent • Olympe/Minerva
17: Neville/Pansy • Draco/Kingsley • Susan/Penelope
18: Dolores/Firenze • Harry /Neville • Millicent/Parvati
19: Albus/Poppy • George/Colin • Myrtle/Olive
20: Lily Sr/Peter • Arthur/Vernon • Andromeda/Molly
21: Luna/Severus • Lucius/Cygnus • Hannah/Alicia
22: Harry Potter/Astoria • Frank/Severus • Daphne/Hermione
23: Lily Sr/Regulus • Ron/Zacharias • Bellatrix/Petunia
24: Percy/Angelina • Harry/Viktor • Lily Luna/Luna
25: Draco/Rosmerta • Albus/Percy • Alice/Andromeda
26: Lavender/Theo • Teddy/Bill • Ginny/Gwenog
27: Albus Severus/Hermione • Horace/Tom (LV) • Astoria/Narcissa
28: Molly/Remus • Dudley/Piers • Hermione/Lily Sr
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2023 BYO Ship Characters (pick at least one)
01: Albus Severus Potter • Alicia Spinnet
02: Bill Weasley • Andromeda Black Tonks
03: Blaise Zabini • Angelina Johnson
04: Cedric Diggory • Astoria Greengrass
05: Draco Malfoy • Bellatrix Black Lestrange
06: Evan Rosier • Cho Chang
07: Fred Weasley • Daphne Greengrass
08: George Weasley • Dorcas Meadowes
09: Gilderoy Lockhart • Fleur Delacour
10: Harry Potter • Gabrielle Delacour
11: James Potter • Ginny Weasley
12: James Sirius Potter • Hermione Granger
13: Lucius Malfoy • Katie Bell
14: V-DAY FREE DAY (ANY SHIP)
15: Marcus Flint • Lavender Brown
16: Neville Longbottom • Lily Evans Potter
17: Oliver Wood • Lily Luna Potter
18: Percy Weasley • Luna Lovegood
19: Regulus Black • Minerva McGonagall
20: Remus Lupin • Molly Weasley
21: Ron Weasley • Myrtle Warren
22: Scorpius Malfoy • Narcissa Black Malfoy
23: Severus Snape • Nymphadora Tonks
24: Sirius Black • Pomona Sprout
25: Teddy Lupin • Pansy Parkinson
26: Theodore Nott • Petunia Evans Dursley
27: Tom Riddle | Voldemort • Poppy Pomfrey
28: Viktor Krum • Rose Weasley
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modern-harrypotter · 11 months
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INSIDE ACCOUNTS - Chimera (previously AdventureSquad)
A group account ran by Pansy Parkinson, highlighting the various adventures and crazy shenanigans that the group tends to get into. Focusing more of vignettes rather than posed pictures, highlighting the normalcy.
A/N: Couldnt show all the pictures and captions because tumblr mobile has a stupid limit on photos. Maybe I️ will release them😂
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seriouslysam8 · 11 months
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One thing that kind of rubbed me the wrong way about HP series was that Harry never really got an opportunity to date. Cho doesn’t count! She was a horrible first kiss and date, and I will die on this hill. Harry deserved better! I don’t care if it was Parvati, Eloise, Susan, Megan, Padma, Mandy, Su, Lisa, Morag (not the Slytherin girls because they were mean as fuck to him and his friends) or someone else. I just wish the guy got more experience because dating is so important. I get that he had a lot going on, but let’s be realistic he had time to date, even if it was for only a few weeks or months. He needed it to figure out what he liked and didn’t like, what traits attracted him or turned him off. Ginny got the chance with Michael and Dean, Ron got it with Lavender, Hermione got it with Krum, BUT no jkr was like, "Let’s let the little orphan be more miserable because his life isn’t already miserable enough!" I could bat-boggy-hex her for not giving him that opportunity! And once he did finally get together with Ginny, she was like, "Let me write the most minimal amount possible about their time together because Harry is happy and we don't want Harry to be happy." What was my point again 🤔… Right, thank you for getting Hinny together sooner because I love seeing the little cabbage so happy.
Right?!?! Right?!?!?
Okay, but honestly, that very reason is why Romelza is dating people before they get together. It’s why Remus dated Dorcas in Backstabber and he had all his one-night stands. It’s why I had Sirius sleep with someone before Marlene and now he’s dating Tegan. It’s why I had Ginny still date Michael.
BUT I have this cute little headcanon that the Potter men fall hard and fast. They find the one and they are just smitten. Like Harry marries his first love. James married his first love. Fleamont married his first love. Like those boys are hopeless romantics. When they find the one, they are a goner. That’s why Harry never really dated before Ginny. Cho was pretty but he was nervous and awkward and just knew she wasn’t the one. When he notices Ginny, it’s like he fucking knows she’s the one. He’s way more relaxed and affectionate and just a goner. I like to think James and Fleamont were the same. Maybe a first kiss or an odd date, but they never committed to a relationship before the one. You know?
It’s stupid. I KNOW. But my Potter men. They are a different breed in my mind.
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laventadorn · 1 year
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rough draft of two nje ch 15 scenes
so rough you could exfoliate with them! feel them strip the dead cells right off and leave your skin glowing and healthy*
*results not guaranteed
i've had an ass-kicking cold for the past four days; as in, it's kicking my ass. while i wait to breathe normally again, have some... more draco pov? idk why it's so easy and fun to write him -- maybe because i'm not emotionally invested in him and he's kind of a wet rag.
Harriet leaned over the bar, pinching the bridge of her nose. 
“You did not tell me,” she said in a low voice, “that it was this many people.”
“Well, I – didn’t know they were going to be this. Numerous,” Hermione said (squeakily). 
“They must’ve told their friends,” Ron muttered. “I swear we were just talking to prefects in our year–”
Asteria patted Harriet on the back. Her hand might’ve been shaking a little (or a lot). Harriet didn’t blame her one bit – instead of a few prefects, all the Gryffindors in their year had turned up – Dean, Seamus, Neville, Lavender, Parvati and her sister Padma with her; Ginny and the other girls on the Gryffindor Quidditch team; Fred and George; that Luna girl from the train; a handful of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws from their year who Harriet only knew in the most general way from sitting classes with them for five years; and, most surprisingly, Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang. At the sight of this many people trooping in to discuss her teaching them defense spells, Harriet had considered faking poisoning to get out of it – surely in the Hog’s Head it would be believable that she could’ve accidentally picked something up, even if it was just a long-term growth on her butterbeer bottle. 
In the end, the most she’d done was woodenly excuse herself and hunker down at the corner of the bar. Hermione, Ron, and Asteria, who’d been sitting in increasingly loud silence as the number of attendees grew, had scurried after her.
“Should we make a break for it?” Ron asked in a low voice. “I see a door behind the bar there. Probably leads to the yard.”
Harriet took off her glasses to scrub her hands over her face. Then she hooked the ends back over her ears with a sigh. “No . . . we’re already here. Anyway I’ve made more of a prat of myself in front of a bigger number of people.”
“You won’t make a. Prat of yourself,” said Hermione firmly. Asteria nodded vigorously, though she looked about to faint.
The barman gave a soft snort, like he didn’t agree. He seemed sort of familiar, but Harriet couldn’t place him. He was rubbing a dirty glass with an even dirtier rag, and she got the sense the only reason he hadn’t told them to bugger off was a disinclination for speaking to customers. 
“How can you say that, after knowing me all these years?” said Harriet to Hermione; she patted Asteria on the arm. “I make a prat of myself hourly. All right, let’s get this over with.”
Fred and George were handing out dusty bottles of butterbeer to the five-times-larger-than-Harriet-would’ve-preferred group that had overtaken a couple of tables to one side of the taproom. As she approached, all eyes pinned on her, and she almost made a break for the back door after all. She realized it was one thing to make a prat of herself spontaneously and quite another to get up in front of a bunch of people prepared to make a prat of herself. 
“Er,” she said. 
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Draco breathed the open air in Hogsmeade. The best thing about it was that it was currently Pansy-free. 
Actually, he’d been having some good Pansy-free time lately. She was so fired up with this Inquisitors business, she’d stopped resembling a human-shaped growth on his arm. Prefects had to follow certain guidelines, but Umbridge’s Inquisitors had more leeway to properly abuse power. Draco hadn’t really known Pansy would have the initiative, but she’d proven quite good at conjuring up random infractions to inflict on people; other Houses were leaking points in small but significant totals. He was sort of impressed, but if she wasn’t careful, she was going to wind up with a head full of leeks when somebody snapped and hexed her. 
He’d also seen her scheming a lot with Daphne, probably to get back at Potter. He’d heard Tracey warning Daphne off – “You don’t want Potter as an enemy, don’t you remember?” – but he hadn’t said anything to Pansy. Aside from the fact that she wouldn’t listen, it wasn’t his business to make her smart about it. Besides, if she was busy crafting Potter voodoo dolls in dark corners, she wasn’t clinging on to him. 
Yes, he had a lot of time to himself lately. It was . . . rather quiet. 
Really, he wasn’t sure he liked it. His mind tended to go places that were dark and full of shadows. 
And yet talking to people was so much work these days. They hadn’t been – where he’d been.
(Wasn’t it pathetic? He was fine now. Why should he still struggle to fall asleep in the dark because it was dark?)
He was drifting down a side street when he saw something peculiar: Asteria and Potter meeting up with – Granger and the Weasel. 
He edged behind a street lamp, but he was far enough away that they didn’t spot him. But he couldn’t be too careful: Gryffindors might be oblivious as a fence-post, but Asteria had been better taught in Slytherin. And he’d noticed her tall form and fair hair. 
Asteria was hanging back a little behind Potter, who seemed to be making introductions, if the way Granger was smiling and Weasley giving a cringingly awkward wave was any indication. Asteria sort of twitched at them. Well, she could be cringingly awkward too, even if she was enormously good-looking and of much better breeding than the Weasel.  
They didn’t linger long after these first hellos, but headed off down the street. Potter still kept herself between Asteria and the others, as if providing a shield. 
Still edged behind the street-lamp, Draco reached up and touched the brooch he always wore on his lapel since his mother had given it to him - a Black family heirloom that activated a concealment spell with the right trigger. A quick check in a dusty shop window showed a nondescript wizard, not suspiciously plain, but unremarkable, standing in his place. 
Off he went after them. They stopped one street over and, after a brief pause in which Potter traded looks with her cronies, headed into a dingy building that Draco recognized from his third year, but had never ventured near since. 
The Hog’s Head? 
He almost turned to make a very dignified exit in a very opposite direction . . . but he reminded himself that the barman wouldn’t recognize him like this; his mother did not pass on useless trinkets. And besides, if Potter and cronies were about to get tossed out on their ears, he wanted to see.
The bar was the same as he remembered: filthy, low-class, poorly lit. The same candles stuck to the dirt-encrusted tables in their own wax; the same bay windows that probably hadn’t been cleaned since the goblin rebellion of 1612; the same floor you couldn’t see for all the grime and sawdust. The same bartender. . . 
You are not Draco Malfoy; you are a gormless nobody named Deacon Pines. 
He took a seat at the bar. The barman glanced at him with a sardonic gleam in his eye.
“Firewhiskey sour,” said Draco, with an accent that made him sound like Potter. 
The barman stared at him a moment longer with a gimlet eye, but made the drink and shoved it over. Draco held a single sip in his mouth, trying not to cringe. How his father could drink these. . .
Potter was sitting in a corner, easily visible from his seat at the bar, talking in low tones with Granger and the Weasel. Asteria sat at her side, content to be ignored, but looking round the room. He had actually never had call to observe her this closely or at leisure: she almost always faded from notice, and she seldom spent time in places around loads of other people. But shielded from notice beside Potter, she didn’t seem as jittery as usual. 
Then her eyes widened. Draco couldn’t help looking over his shoulder, and almost spat out his mouthful of whiskey.
A whole troop of people were marching across the threshold. The barman even dropped his scowl of suspicion to gape at the amount of Hogwarts students now cluttering up his taproom. Draco hunkered down at his spot at the bar – he wasn’t Asteria, shaken up by somebody looking in his mere direction, but he didn’t fancy being noticed by this crowd of Slytherin-haters when he was alone and unallied.
He glanced up; Potter had come to the other end of the bar, and was leaning over it like she wanted to brain herself on the edge. Asteria was patting her on the back. Granger and Weasley seemed to be attempting some pep talk. 
Draco suddenly had a vision of himself having a minor wig-out in the corner, and Crabbe and Goyle trying to offer advice while Pansy rubbed his shoulders. He almost swallowed a burning mouthful of his rancid drink. As if Crabbe and Goyle would care enough to think of something to say – or be able to, even if they did. As if Pansy would be able to get over herself long enough to be soothing. 
He couldn’t hear the conversation, but after a moment Potter straightened up, face resigned, and turned back to the slack-brained crowd. What was she nervous about? 
“Er,” she said eloquently. 
All right, so maybe she was nervous because she had the public speaking skills of a puffskein. 
She darted a look at Granger, who moved up next to her. 
“Thank you for. Coming,” said Granger in that stop-start way she had these days. “Well, we – put together this meeting for – people with concerns and – questions about. . . some recent things.” She swallowed; Potter, arms folded, shifted her stance a bit so that her shoulder was touching Granger’s. Granger’s chin came up a little. 
“And because we need to learn Defense and certainly there’s no – proper teacher this year – ”
“Hear, hear!” said one of the heinous Weasley twins. A titter went through the group. 
“I take it you’re worried about passing your O.W.L.s too?” asked one of the Ravenclaw swots. Behind Granger and Potter, Weasley rolled his eyes. Draco would never agree with the Weasel, who was barely literate, but Merlin’s beard, did Ravenclaws ever shut up about grades?
Granger was answering that question when a blond Hufflepuff from their Quidditch team – Zanius or something – interrupted her with a nasally voice:
“I have a question.”
Potter raised her eyebrows at his tone, but said, “Yeah?”
“Why’d you bring her here?” He pointed behind her – at Asteria, who went bright red. “Everyone’s seen you palling around with a Slytherin, but to just waltz in here together – how do you know she’s not a spy for that Umbridge?”
Asteria shrunk in on herself. Weasley scowled at that wart Zanius, but everyone else held their breath, as if waiting to see how Potter would handle this. They’d surely been wondering the same thing.
“Asteria is my friend,” said Potter coldly, but the look in her eye blazed, even in the smoke-stained light. “If you don’t trust your friends, that’s not my problem – nor is who I choose to be friends with any of your business. If you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”
Asteria looked up at her, and if those weren’t stars in her eyes, Draco wasn’t a Malfoy. Zanius’ mouth hung open a little, before he turned a dull read.
“It was just a question,” he muttered. 
“Right,” said Potter, with sarcasm so good a Slytherin wouldn’t have been ashamed to use it. “Glad to answer it for you.
“So,” she continued into the weighted silence. Her nerves appeared to have been tempered in the fire of Gryffindor righteousness; she no longer looked like she wanted to leap over the tables and run out the door. “If anyone has any real questions – ones about blokes called Voldemort, or anything you actually came here for – now’s the time.”
The Weasley twins traded raised eyebrows. Several people looked impressed, a couple like it was their turn to want to scurry out the door. Draco certainly wouldn’t want Potter looking at him with that eye – it reminded him more than a little of the barkeep’s when he’d nabbed a third-year Draco asking for firewhiskey, or McGonagall’s when she found Crabbe doing unspeakable things to a mouse in class. 
“Is You-Know-Who the one who hurt Hermione Granger?” asked a sweet, soft voice – Draco thought her name was Loony Lovegood. Pansy made fun of her sometimes. Pansy said she was a nutter; Draco thought dotty. Her earrings looked like orange radishes, making her an even worse dresser than Potter.
Potter looked at Loony in silence for a moment, that militant light dimmed. Granger put her hand on Potter’s arm. 
“Yes,” she said simply. “Harriet saved my life.”
Murmurs shifted through the crowd like wind through the treetops. Draco looked down into his disgusting drink. 
What would that be like… murmured a voice in his mind. 
What, being captured by the Dark Lord? Granger’s a Mudblood, and she was only taken because she’s Potter’s best friend, so she made the best bait. Your family is loyal. . . you’ll be safe.
But Potter had gone to rescue her – somehow . . . and had gotten her out. 
What would it be like. . . to have a friend like that?
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I, I Found Light
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Harry x Hermione, only they developed a relationship in year 6 when Ron and Ginny started dating other people.
Chapter Summary: Ron, Lavender, and the others lock Harry and Hermione in a storage closet. Maybe they confess, maybe they don't.
Warning: There's some kissing, some borderline steamy dialogue but nothing too graphic I think? Also may trigger some claustrophobic folks. Fun fact; I am in fact claustrophobic but just because it wasn't uncomfortable for me doesn't mean that's the case for everybody, so I thought I'd mention it. (P.s. I can do smut if yall want that in the next part 👀)
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Lavender was so close to ignoring Ron.
But Ron was convinced that given enough time, they'd come together on their own. She wasn't so convinced.
"I'm gonna lock them in a closet." Lavender blurted out quietly, so only Ron and Neville could hear her.
Both boys looked up from their chess game to see that she was watching Harry and Hermione, who were sitting a little too close to be considered friendly, doing their homework together on the sofa.
"Lav..." Ron trailed off.
"I know! But look!" She said indignantly, pointing at the two. "They're literally the only ones unaware that they're practically dating already."
"She does have a point." Seamus chimed in from where he was watching over Neville's shoulder, crouching over him as they sat huddled in a corner of the common room on the floor.
"Why aren't we setting them up again?" Dean asked from beside Seamus.
"Because this is something they need to sort out for themselves." Ron said.
"You're just worried they'll kill you if they find out you were the one to set them up, especially if they find out that you knew they liked each other and didn't say anything." Neville said, contemplating his next move.
"Great, thanks, Nev. You're a lot of help." Ron deadpanned.
Neville just gave him a thumbs up without looking up from the board.
"I'm going to burst, Ron. I literally can't take their longing glances anymore." Lavender said dramatically.
Padma, who was quietly reading beside Lavender up to this point, piped up, "Locking them in a closet might work."
"I like that idea." Seamus snickered.
"You just want to lock someone in a closet." Ron accused with a glare.
"Perhaps." He retorted playfully.
"Ron, I'm either locking them in a closet or setting them up for Slughorn's Christmas party." Lavender stated stubbornly.
Ron sighed heavily. "Fine. We'll figure out how to trap them in a broom cupboard or something."
Lavender squealed excitedly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" Parvati asked.
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"What do you need me to go with you for?" Harry asked Ron, confused.
"I told you, I need help grabbing stuff from the storage closet." Ron responded.
"For practice?" Harry asked, suspecting an ulterior motive.
He just hoped it wasn't a prank. It took him nearly two weeks to wash that sticky goop from his school robes last time. He'd had to enlist Hermione's help, much to his chagrin and her amusement.
Ron just nodded his head with a hum.
Harry glared suspiciously but didn't press him further.
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"But why are we going to the quidditch field?" Hermione asked.
"Ginny needed help with something." Lavender answered simply.
"But why didn't she ask Harry and Ron? They actually play the sport." Hermione questioned further, her curiosity beating her trepidation.
"I don't think it had something to do with quidditch itself. Plus, I think she'd already asked them." She said.
Hermione hummed. She suspected there was something else but didn't think she'd get any answers from Lavender.
They continued their trek across the field quietly.
Once they came to the quidditch storage locker, Hermione's confusion increased.
"What-" Hermione tried to ask, but Lavender spoke over her.
"Just gotta grab something real quick, would you mind?" She asked, gesturing to the closet.
"Sure," Hermione said slowly, approaching the closet, "What am I grabbing?" She asked, turning around to see that Lavender had shut her in.
"What the- Lavender!" Hermione yelled.
Just a moment later, Harry was shoved in, and the door was shut again.
"Hermione?" He asked.
"Is this a prank?" Hermione asked at the same time.
"Probably." Harry grumbled.
Hermione felt very flustered. The storage closet wasn't very big, and with the extra brooms and trunks of balls, it felt even smaller.
Her and Harry had to stand fairly close, which wouldn't normally fluster her, they've been closer after all, but it was dark and warm, and she hoped she wasn't blushing too hard.
"Nope, not a prank." Ron said.
"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, irked.
"It's very stuffy in here." Harry said, crossing his arms.
"So take off your sweaters." Ginny said flatly.
"Ginny?!" Harry asked, shocked that she'd actually helped her brother with something like this.
"Ginerva, I swear-" Hermione huffed.
"Ooh, she used your full name!"
"Seamus?! Who else is out there?" Harry asked.
"Hi." Neville said.
"Luna's here too." Ginny said.
"Why?" Hermione and Harry asked.
"Aw, they're already finishing each other's sentences." Seamus teased.
"I don't think they're gonna tell us." Hermione huffed. "God, it really is hot in here." She said, pulling at the collar of her shirt.
Harry nodded.
"Hey, we're gonna leave you two here for a bit, let us know if you end up confessing. Ciao!" Ginny yelled.
"Confessing?" Hermione mumbled to herself as she put her ear to the door.
She gasped indignantly.
"What?" Harry asked, pressing his ear to the door next to her.
"They're actually leaving!" She said.
Harry was about to complain right along with her until he noticed how close their faces were, so instead, he pulled back.
"Unbelievable." He'd said, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt.
"Where could they be going?" She asked.
"Lunch?" He asked.
"I think there's still an hour until then." She shook her head.
Harry checked his watch, "Actually, that's probably exactly where they're going."
Hermione grabbed his hand to look for herself, but Harry wasn't thinking about that. All he could think about was how close she was and how small her hand felt in his.
She must've noticed, and she dropped his hand, "Sorry." She muttered shyly.
"I-it's fine." He mumbled. Fine? God, you sounded so dumb. He thought to himself.
Hermione tried taking her sweater off, but her elbow knocked into the door with a thud, and when she moved over in surprise, she almost tripped over a trunk.
"Ow!"
Harry caught her arm before she could fall into the broomsticks and pulled her up.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, just didn't realize just how close I was to the door." She said.
For a few more minutes, they tried maneuvering around the tiny enclosed space, unable to move without elbowing or bumping into each other.
Hermione huffed. "If they were gonna lock us somewhere, they could've chosen a bigger cupboard. I can't even take off my own sweater."
Harry was about to offer to help her, but his mind immediately went somewhere it shouldn't have, especially about someone who is strictly his friend, his best friend at that.
Hermione tried once more in vain, elbowing the wall this time as she tried to pull her arms out of the sleeves. "Ouch!" She whispered harshly, mostly to herself.
But still, knowing that she was uncomfortable and too warm, he pushed aside those thoughts.
"Do you want me to help you?" He asked.
Hermione felt her heart palpitate uncomfortably fast, her face warming at the thought of Harry taking her sweater off. It was an innocent (more or less) offer, and she knew this, but her mind still betrayed her with inappropriate thoughts about her best friend taking more than just her sweater off.
But she didn't want him to think she was uncomfortable with the offer. Actually, she was more than okay. But he didn't exactly need to know that.
"I'd appreciate that, Harry." She sighed.
He took a small step toward her and gripped the hem of her sweater. "Arms up." He whispered.
She nodded and complied.
He pulled the wool garment from her, careful not to accidentally graze her body. He didn't think she'd like that. (She would, but he didn't know that.)
Once it was off, Hermione sighed, relieved. "Thank you, that's much better."
He nodded because he didn't trust his voice and sat her sweater on the trunk next to them.
"What about you? Aren't you hot?" She asked.
"Yeah, but that's okay." He assured her.
"Let me help you." She offered.
He nodded.
She pulled at the bottom of his sweater, her fingers brushing against his abdomen. Since he's nearly a whole head taller than her, he pulled his arms out of the sleeves himself once they were past his elbows.
He set it next to hers on the trunk.
"That is a lot better." He agreed.
He rolled up his sleeves, too preoccupied to notice her loosening her tie and unbuttoning the top few buttons, revealing her decolatage and the tops of her breasts. She'd also rolled up her sleeves a bit, too.
She leaned her head back against the wall and shut her eyes, not noticing Harry staring at the way her folded arms pushed up her breasts, showing her cleavage. He was glad her eyes were closed because his face was aflame.
He also noted how her skirt seemed shorter on her long legs, something he hadn't noticed before. He could see more of her thighs than before, between her shorter skirt and her socks as well. She used to wear thigh-highs, and they disappeared under the hem of her skirts, but the ones she had on stopped below her knees.
He noticed she was wearing different shoes, too. Hermione didn't usually wear heels, most often opting for flat mary-janes, but these ones had a heel. They were slimmer than her other shoes, daintier.
He shook his head and mirrored her stance, leaning back against the opposite wall from her and closing his eyes. He tried to push the image of her chest from his mind, but alas, it was at the forefront.
She heard his head thump against the wall and opened her eyes. He had his fingers tucked inside his pockets, his forearms on display, and she could see the veins on his hands and arms. He, too, had loosened his tie and undid the top couple buttons, and she could see how his neck flexed.
Stop it. That's something so silly to be turned on by. She mentally scolded herself.
But she couldn't stop thinking about kissing up his neck and how it would feel to have his hands on her body. How his arms would flex as he pulled her closer. How his lips would feel on hers. How he might taste. She wondered how he would touch her. If he'd be rough or gentle. She'd be perfectly fine with either, but knowing him, it'd probably be the latter.
Her eyes unfocused as something Lavender said popped into her head.
"Do you see the way he looks at you? He definitely likes you back."
She wanted so desperately for that to be true. But she couldn't handle his rejection if he didn't feel the same way. Their friendship means too much to her to jeopardize it over some silly crush.
At some point, he felt her eyes on him, and he looked over at her to see her deep in thought.
Without thinking, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
She broke out of her thoughts and looked up at him. His fingers lingered on her cheek a moment too long to be considered friendly. She noticed the way he looked at her just then. Saw how his pupils were dilated, so much so that she almost couldn't see the vibrant green of his eyes.
He went to pull away, flustered, but before he could, she reached her hand up and held his hand there by his wrist.
He looked, really looked at her, and saw how her own eyes were blown wide. He didn't see any sign of uncomfortability. In fact, she was entirely at ease. Surprising, since she wasn't fond of enclosed spaces.
She reached her other hand up tentatively, holding the side of his neck as her thumb brushed his jaw.
She stepped closer to him.
He was slouched slightly, enough that her face was just about level to his. His legs spread just enough for her to stand in between.
She was so close now. He threaded his fingers through her curls, holding the base of her head. Once she was sure he wouldn't pull away, she brought her hand that previously held his wrist up to grip his shirt.
He hadn't noticed until then that he unconsciously brought his other hand to her waist when she stepped closer.
"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" Hermione whispered, her brown eyes boring into his.
He didn't need to be told twice, moving his hand on her waist to her lower back to pull her closer, using his other hand that held her neck to pull her into a kiss.
Hermione was surprised that line worked, still not entirely sure that he felt the same. But the way he held her and pulled her closer should have been evidence enough.
All either of them could think about was the other's lips on theirs.
Harry's hand slipped from her curls to her hip, pulling her flush against him.
Hermione whimpered, clutching the collar of his shirt in her hands and deepening the kiss.
They didn't pull away until they absolutely had to. Harry leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed. He still wasn't entirely sure this wasn't a dream.
She kissed him again, not as gently as he'd kissed her. He felt her convey her need through the kiss, and he ground his hips against hers, eliciting a gasp which he used to push his tongue into her mouth.
She moaned, digging her nails into his chest, pulling a groan from him.
When she pulled away for air, he kissed down her jaw to her neck.
She let out a breathy moan, "Harry." she whispered.
A pleasant feeling, almost tingly, ran down his spine upon hearing his name fall from her lips in such a way, and he wanted to hear it again.
"Harry," she said again, pulling his lips from her neck to look at him.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." He muttered.
She smiled, nuzzling her nose against his. "Now, you can."
"As much as I've enjoyed our time in this cupboard, I don't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing their plan worked." He said mischievously.
She smirked. "Well, they should be coming back in..." She grabbed his hand to look at the time, "About 10 minutes. Enough time to put ourselves back together before they come let us out."
"One more." He said before pulling her into another kiss.
She smiled and kissed him back.
"How long until one of them blurts out that we like each other." She teased.
He smirked. "I don't think they'll make it past Christmas."
"Hmm," she hummed, "I think once they get back from Christmas break and see that "nothing" happened, even though I plan on staying at school, then they'll tell us."
"Oh? Since when did you decide not to go home?" He asked.
"Since now. That way, we'll have some alone time." She smiles.
He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully.
She playfully rolled her eyes and smacked his chest lightly. "Help me put my jumper back on."
He hummed. "I'm kind of enjoying the view."
"I never said we weren't going to pick up where we left off later."
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There will be more coming out, but as of right now, I'm in the middle of moving houses, so I might not have a whole lot of time to write.
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