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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 5 months

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Always There - Chapter Twelve: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, death, mentions of sad Snape, Voldemort, death eaters, profanity, sad reader, mentions of reader not taking care of herself, mentions of not eating, reader is not sleeping, crying, flashbacks, not proofread

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

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Author's Note: Not much Severus in this one but next chapter we will begin the beginning of Harry's fifth year.

Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 1342

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Severus and Remus were standing outside of the room on either side of the door, listening in to see if they could hear anything. They couldn't, which made them more concerned, they both thought that they would hear crying or pacing or even just shuffling around, but they heard nothing. Y/N was in the room, by herself, on the bed just staring at the wall, she was trying to cry but she couldn’t. She tried thinking about things that made her sad like her brother, but still, not a single tear to be shed. She was starting to think that something was wrong with her, that something was seriously wrong with her.

When Harry walked past the room, he was curious as to why the two men were standing outside, not moving and not talking, just standing. “What’s going on? Is Aunt Y/N okay?” the boy asked.

“She wants to be left alone at the moment, we’re just standing here to make sure she’s okay,” Remus replied, trying to ease the boy’s concern. Instead of answering, Harry opened the door and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He saw his aunt on the bed, just blankly staring at the wall, the smell of cigarettes looming behind in the room despite the open window. The boy decided not to talk and to join his aunt on the bed, climbing in beside her.

“It’s okay that I lay with you, right?” Harry asked the woman.

“Yeah,” She replied quietly, opening her arms for her nephew to fall into. Harry did just that, laying in his aunt’s arms, his head resting on her shoulder as they laid there quietly.

“Are you okay? I know this summer has been a lot and you’re always making sure that I’m okay but I never see if you are,” He asked her, rambling slightly which made her chuckle lightly.

“I’ll be okay, my love. Maybe not now, but I will be,” She told him, turning her head to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Can you tell me more stories about your time at Hogwarts with dad?”

“Of course I can, have I ever told you about the time Sirius asked me out?”

“What? No, tell me!”

It was well into her fourth year, everything was going exceptionally well. She had the highest marks in her year, she had her friends and her brother and she had quidditch. Now she wasn’t as good at quidditch as her brother but she still excelled at the sport. She had a bet with Sirius, if she had scored over 60 points during their game against Slytherin, he had to chop his hair but if Sirius had scored over 60 points, she had to go on a date with him. This was right before Sirius realized that he had a massive crush on Remus but was still playing into the straight thing.

As the game went on, the two of them were scoring points left and right, however, Sirius was 20 points ahead of her and James was zooming after the snitch. As Y/N went for the quaffle, that was when James decided it was the perfect time to catch the snitch and win the game for Gryffindor. Sirius had a big smile on his face as he flew over to her, shooting a wink her way.

“Looks like I won, dove. Guess we get to go on a date then, huh?” Sirius teased.

“Just wait until Jamie hears about this one, he’s gonna kill you,” She sing-songed the end of her statement before landing her broom and walking off of the pitch.

Later that night in the common room, the party had finally died down, most of the students going to bed, the marauders and a few others lingering around. Everyone was a few drinks deep other than the two Potters, James was usually the one who drank the most but he decided to stay sober with his sister for once.

“Hey, Prongsy! Guess who has a date with Dove?” Sirius asked loudly, his words slightly slurring together.

“Oh, Dove has a date? Who is this unfortunate bloke?” James teased his sister, who covered her face with her hands.

“It’s me! Haha! I’m going on a date with Dove!” Sirius laughed drunkenly.

“What?”

“We had a bet, if I scored more than 60 points, he had to chop his hair but if he scored over 60 points, I had to go on a date with him. And he ended up scoring 60 and I scored only 40. Trust me, I don’t want to go,” Y/N explained to her brother.

“Oh come on Y/N, you totally want to go! All the girls want me!”

“Correction, some girls want you and I am not one of them. I’d rather go on a date with Lucius, than go on a date with you.”

“Yikes, that’s unfortunate for you mate,” Remus chimed in with a chuckle.

“You’d go on a date with Snivellus?” Sirius and James asked in unison.

“Okay, one, that was freaky, two, his name is Severus and three, he’s a nice guy so yes, I’d go on a date with him. You guys are just a bunch of assholes to him,” She defended the Slytherin boy.

“You’ve got a crush! Y/N Potter has a crush on Severus Snape!” Sirius shouted.

“Shut up you buffoon! I do not have a crush on Severus,” Her face was hot and she was avoiding eye contact, that was her tell.

“You’re such a liar! Snivelly of all people! Y/N!”

She groaned loudly and hid her face in her knees as she went through relentless teasing from her friends and her brother.

“So you’ve had a crush on Uncle Sev since your fourth year? And you guys only just got together?” Harry asked his aunt.

“Well you know how he is, it’s hard to get a read on his emotions. Herminone says that Ron has the emotional range of a teaspoon? Has she met your uncle?” Y/N let out a giggle at her teasing. Harry grinned widely at the sound which made her tilt her head in confusion, “What?”

“I haven’t heard you laugh all summer. It was nice to hear,” He said, bringing a tear to her eye. Harry was quick to wipe the tear from under her eye before it made its way down her cheek.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been as present lately. I haven’t really been sleeping because I want to keep you safe. I can’t lose you, Harry, you’re my boy. I don’t think I’d be able to handle losing you,” She admitted to her nephew.

“You won’t lose me. I have so many people around me protecting me from Voldemort and keeping me safe. You don’t have to do this alone, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore will help keep me safe at Hogwarts. Here there are so many more that will keep me safe, so you can take a break. Let someone else keep me safe for once and you relax and rest. We’re all worried about you.”

It was then that the floodgates opened, endless tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to calm herself down but nothing worked. Harry knew to just let her cry it out, hugging his aunt tight and letting some of his own tears fall. As she cried, the weight on her chest lessened, it felt like she could breathe for the first time since the summer began. She clung to her nephew, keeping him close, his presence alone helping her feel better. Just as she thought she was about to hit rock bottom, her nephew was the one that was helping her back up. They two both knew that it would take a while but she’d get back to where she was eventually. She’d be back to the bubbly and happy-go-lucky person she once was with a little bit of time, some patience and a lot of love and support from her family.

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Challenging fate (Tom Riddle x reader)

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Chapter 1

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Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Description: There were a lot of unexpected things happening the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Being send back into the past to change the course of history was definitely one of them.

No idea where I got the motivation from, but I’ve written a Tom Riddle soulmate!au fanfic over the last weeks and I think it’s ready for you to read! Gonna upload it day by day, just to thoroughly proofread everything. Also, the reader is Hufflepuff and Hermiones sister

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Everyone was gathering in the castles courtyard absolutely exhausted and shook from the battle that took place. You were standing in the back, next to Susan and Luna, being anxious of what was to come. Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall were stepping next to you, looking just as tense. You could see Hermione looking around the silent crowd before locking eyes with you, her shoulders relaxing a bit. She respectfully made her way through the crowd to the back where you were standing. „Are you okay?“, your sister asked pulling you into a tight hug. You just nodded and added: „You?“ She also nodded before taking your hand and standing next to you.

The crowd of Voldemorts army was filling the courtyard and your eyes were following the Dark Lord himself until he finally announced: „Harry Potter is dead!“ Your gaze immediately shot to Hagrids figure and then noticed Harry’s limp body in his arms. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened in shock. No. No this wasn’t possible. Did you…did you just lose? Harry was dead? But before you could really realize what happened you were pulled back into the castle by Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall, Hermione walking next to them. „What-“, you tried to question them, but Professor McGonagall shook her head in warning and you continued to hurry down the corridors.

When you reached the door to her office - which was suprisingly untouched by everything that happened - she muttered something under her breath and pulled the door open, before ushering you in. Once inside she whispered something to the door again and then turned around with a troubled face. „We should be safe here for now, let us sit down“, she urged you after a few seconds of thoughtful silence. While you sat down at the couch and armchairs to her left, Professor McGonagall retrieved something that looked like a letter from her desk. Hermione next to you was holding onto your left hand with a desperate grasp, and you could tell she was willing herself not to cry right now. You were getting more puzzled by the second.

„Before you ask what is happening here“, Professor McGonagall started and broke the seal of the letter, before taking it out and handing it to you, „this is a letter from Professor Dumbledore explaining everything, dear.“ You reluctantly took it from her, not having any idea what this could be about and what could be this important, considering Harry was dead and your friends and family were probably dying out there. After casting a look at the Head of your house, Professor Sprout - whose face was just as devastated - you finally started to read the letter with shaking hands.

Miss Granger,

If you are reading this, It probably means the worst possible outcome of these dark times did in fact occur. This means you are our last hope to save everyone.

To explain this I need to tell you, that our dear Professor Trewlaney made a prophecy about you, just like she did about Harry.

This prophecy is about your soulmate, more accurately about who your soulmate is. And this is precisely the reason why you can change our fate, because your soulmate is Tom Riddle. Now, do not fret Miss Granger, you do not have to go to the person Tom Riddle is today, no really - nobody could expect that much of you.

I entrusted my timeturner to Professor McGonagalls care, and we are not talking about the timeturner your sister used, no this one I constructed so that one can go back way more than just a few hours and so it is possible to stay in the past as long as needed. I also considered the detrimental effects timetravelling can have on reality, so I made sure that reality will only shift in ways that are acceptable - what this means exactly, I ask you to leave to my judgment.

I regret deeply having to burden you with such a task, I wish it did not have to be this way. But please remember Miss Granger, the Tom Riddle you will encounter in the past is not yet the Lord Voldemort that exists in this time, but your soulmate. There is still time to prevent this fate and I sincerely hope finding his soulmate will be the way. Fate works in interesting ways and maybe this is exactly what was supposed to happen from the beginning.

Best of luck Miss Granger.

Totally stunned you raised your head after reading the letter for a second time. You’re what? And you were supposed to go where and do what? This had to be some sort of nightmare, surely you were sleeping. „I’m so sorry (Y/N)“, Hermione told you with a chocking voice, her tears running down her cheeks, „Professor McGonagall only told me earlier today, so that I could come here with you, I swear I had no idea.“ Finally realizing this wasn’t a dream and you thought about how you did in fact have to go back in time to get Voldemort to decide against becoming the dark wizard he was today and instead choose you. This sounded crazy, like downright insane, and silently a few tears rolled down your cheeks. But you couldn’t not do it, if this meant saving everyone.

„I’m so sorry dear“, Professor Sprout said with a caring voice and squeezed your shoulder lightly. „I…don’t know what to say actually“, you finally opened your mouth with a shaking voice, „this is insane, but obviously I’ll do it.“ McGonagall gave you a nod and a compassionate smile, before going back to her desk and rummaging around in the drawers. „Let’s just hope this’ll actually get him to change his mind“, you let out a shaky breath and McGonagall came back with the timeturner and another letter in her hand. „Professor Dumbledore asked me to tell you that once you feel like you…changed Riddle - for the lack of a better word - you can decide if you want to stay in the 1940s or if you want to take Riddle back here with you“, she said and after you started to hear loud screams and explosions from outside again, she hastily secured the timeturner around your neck. „In the 40s this is Dumbledores office, he should be there“, she added, handing you the letter, “just give him this letter and everything will be sorted out.“

Your big sister pulled you into bonecrushing hug, but you hugged her back just as hard. „Be careful and come back okay? I love you“, she cried before letting you go. „I love you too Mione“, you sobbed before coming face to face with Professor Sprout. „You’re not in Hufflepuff for no reason dear, I know you can do this - your way“, she smiled and pulled you into a hug too. Finally you faced Professor McGonagall who handed you the letter. „Try to remember that you’re going to meet Tom Riddle and not Lord Voldemort“, she advised you and after a second of consideration, pulled you into a hug too. “Oh and don’t worry dear, all three of us in this room will remember what happened, no matter how everything might change, Professor Dumbledore made sure of that”, Professor Sprout added, and you were glad that they would remember, because honestly you didn’t want to be the only one left that did. After something exploded right outside her office, Professor McGonagall quickly took the timeturner into her hands and turned it a few times.

Before you could utter another word the world around you became blurry, and you clutched the letter tightly. Just as fast as the blurriness started it stopped and your eyes took a second to focus on your surroundings. When the office finally came back into focus Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout and Hermione were gone. Instead the room was arranged completely different, with furniture made from dark wood, and it was already dark outside, the room only being lit up by candles. At last your eyes fell onto Professor Dumbledore, who was sitting at a desk in the back of the room, a stunned expression on his face. You wiped away the last of your previously shed tears and silently made your way over to him. „P-Professor I have a…letter for you“, you stuttered, slightly overwhelmed with the situation. Dumbledore took the letter from your shaking hands, his face a little sceptical.

„Please have a seat Miss“, he gestured to the armchair infront of his desk. It’s not like you were awfully close to him in the future, but hearing his voice and seeing his face again (even if it was much younger) was not helping your overwhelmed situation. Although seeing him did give you some sense of security, because even if you travelled 50 years back in time, there was at least one familiar face. Professor Dumbledore seemed to be done with the letter and looked up at you with raised eyebrows.

„Miss Granger, is it?“, he asked with a gentle smile. You could only muster a nod, fidgeting in your seat. „My name is Professor Dumbledore, but seeing as you came here from the future I figure you might already know me“, he added slightly amused, which put you at ease, your shoulders losing some of their tension. „I do sir, it’s nice to see you again“, you finally mustered a smile, and regarding how your day has been going so far, that was a great victory.

„Miss Granger from what I have gathered you must have had a very exhausting time today“, he started gently, „so I plan to make this as quick as possible so you can head to bed. First things first, you should know that you landed in 1942, more precisely it is Friday the 4th of September. The term started on Tuesday, so we will get you sorted into a house with Headmaster Dippet in private. I can see you belong to Hufflepuff, but we still need to get you sorted again - just to not veer off the tale we are going to tell the school. Ah yes, the tale, Miss Granger here in 1942 you are the granddaughter of a dear friend of mine, who mournfully just passed away. And because until now she homeschooled you - and there are no other relatives of yours still alive - I decided to step in and enroll you here in Hogwarts.“

„But…Professor, I am muggleborn, how was my ’grandma‘ supposed to teach me magic?“, you timidly asked him. „Ah you caught me I knew I forgot something“, he smiled at you, „My future self did in fact write, that she is supposed to be your adoptive grandmother, you were orphaned at birth and luckily adopted by a witch. I do not expect anyone to inquire too much about this though, people tend to shy away from topics like that. Anyway, try to stick to this information to the best of your abilities and possibly try not to stick out too much, I can only guess how different the world is in 50 years time.“

„Okay sir, I’ll do my best“, you promised taking a deep breath. „I am sure you will“, he nodded his head, before getting out of his chair. „We need to go inform the headmaster now and get you sorted, but first we need to fix that uniform.“ Dumbledore pulled out his wand and with a quick movement of his hand, your torn and dirty Hufflepuff uniform transformed into a different one, a plain white blouse and a simple black dress with a pleated skirt. The tie around your neck changed from the yellow of your house to black, just like when you weren’t sorted yet back in first year. Your calves were clad in white kneehigh socks and your shoes changed into black sandals, which were closed off in the front.

„I am going to prepare a suitcase with everything you need and have it brought up to your dorm by tomorrow morning, but now we should really head to Professor Dippet“, Professor Dumbledore announced and made his way to the door of his office with you on his tail. Stepping over the threshold of the office and out into the corridor, you made your way into 1942.

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The sorting in Professor Dippets office went by quickly, he readily believed everything Dumbledore told him, expressing his sincerest condolences to you. You gotta admit, it was weird to be sorted again (and obviously the outcome was still Hufflepuff). Now Dumbledore was showing you to the Hufflepuff Commonroom where the Head of the house was supposed to be waiting for you. „We need to discuss your timetable tomorrow after breakfast Miss Granger“, Dumbledore told you with a slightly mischievous look in his eyes. „Of course Professor“, you answered while you two were rounding the corner to the corridor that held the entrance to the Commonroom.

Waiting infront of the barrels was a short heavy wizard. He was wearing yellow robes and had a mustache whose ends pointed upwards. He did kind off remind you of Professor Sprout to be honest, he was giving off the same friendly touch she had. „Ah hello! You must be Miss Granger if I’m not mistaken?“, he asked when his gaze caught you coming near.

„Yes I am sir“, you politely smiled at him and shook hands. „It’s very nice to meet you, I am Professor Hutton. I’m happy to have such a friendly addition to my house, I’m sure you’ll do great here!“, he introduced himself overly enthusiastic. „Thank you Professor “, you replied clasping our hands infront of you. „Thank you for accompanying her here Albus!“, Professor Hutton directed the word at Professor Dumbledore. „You are welcome Harvey, have a good night you two“, Dumbledore replied slightly nodding his head before turning around and leaving.

„So I am going to show you the Commonroom really quick before you go to bed, it really is late already! Miss Bones - a student you will be sharing a dorm with - should be already waiting for us“, Professor Hutton announced before knocking on the right barrel, and leading you into the deserted common room. It really did seem to be late already, the clock on the wall showed it was eleven thirty.

„Ah Miss Bones!“, the Professor said and lead you to the red headed girl that was getting up from one of the armchairs at your arrival. „Good evening Professor!“, she greeted him and then her eyes fell on you. This had to be Susan’s relative, and you had to admit they kind off did look alike. „Thank you for staying up so late! Please let me introduce you to (Y/N) Granger, she was just sorted into our house! Tragic story really, her grandmother just passed and she has no one else so Professor Dumbledore quickly enrolled her with us - he told me her grandmother was an old friend, yes yes“, Professor Hutton quickly recounted your supposed life story for the girl who smiled at you compassionately.

„It’s nice to meet you, I’m Edith. I’m really sorry about your grandmother“, she introduced herself and held out her hand for you to take. „Thank you, it’s nice to meet you too“, you shook her hand and gave her a smile. „Alright, yes, so Miss Granger this is the Hufflepuff Commonroom and the doors on the left and right lead to your dormitories“, Professor Hutton explained and gestured around the room, „Miss Bones I think it would be best to take Miss Granger to your dorm right now, it is in fact very late and we can discuss any necessary details tomorrow.“

„Alright Professor, have a good night!“, she waved as he left back through the entrance. „Well come on, I guess you are exhausted! I heard your day was really chaotic“, Edith showed you the way through the door to the girls dormitories and went into one more to the back. „Yes it certainly was, I’m just glad I can get some sleep now“, you said with a tired smile and saw that the curtains of the other beds were all drawn shut.

„That seems like a good idea, here this is your bed! If you want to I can wake you up tomorrow morning so we can go to breakfast together?“, Edith discarded her dressing gown before sitting on the bed right next to the one that she pointed at. On your bed was an old-fashioned nightgown out of white cotton. „That would be great thank you so much!“, you were happy that she seemed so nice, having to make new friends - as to not be totally alone - was another obstacle on this whole mission.

„Perfect! Good night then, if you need anything you can just wake me“, she got under the cover and after a „Thank you, good night!“ from you, she drew her curtains shut with a flick of her wand. You quickly discarded your new uniform and changed into the nightgown before handing the clothes over the back of the chair next to your bed. Finally you laid down on the bed and drew the curtains shut too. Eventhough this day was absolute insane, you were so exhausted that you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

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This chapter was more like the basics, but don’t worry Tom’s going to be in the next part already <3

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allycat319 · 5 months

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Unlikely Affection Chapter 19: Mutual

My blood ran cold as I looked up at Severus’s face, it was unreadable and that made me more nervous. After a few moments of staring at him in complete silence, Edwin ran around the corner, stopping abruptly when he saw Severus and I standing in the middle of the dark hall.

“Rora! I’m so sor–...Shit.” Edwin was in about as much shock as I was.

“Finley…Dormitory…Now.” Severus spoke after the long uncomfortable silence, his eyes flicking up briefly from mine to look at Edwin.

“But Professor I-”

Severus held up his hand, stopping Edwin mid-sentence. “I. Did. Not. Stutter.”

“Come on Rora. Let’s go to bed.” Edwin went to grab my arm and pull me away but Severus stopped him again.

“I believe I said Finley to the dormitory…Not Astrill.” He looked down at me. “There are some things we need to discuss.” Edwin sighed knowing he wasn't going to win and turned away from us, making his way back down the corridor toward Gryffindor Tower

My stomach twisted into knots and my eyes dropped to my feet. “I really would rather go to bed.” I was fighting back tears, mainly because at the present moment I was horrifically embarrassed and I wanted to be anywhere but here.

Severus stood firm and I could feel the tears burning my eyes, “Aurora.” He spoke softly but there was a familiar firmness in his tone, and it just made me all the more terrified at my current predicament.

“...Severus, Please,” I whispered, doing my best to hide the shakiness of my voice. I needed to get away before the dam broke and the tears started to flow. I'm internally begging him to just let me go to bed and cry alone in my four-poster.

In a fleeting moment, I decided that I did not want to stand there and hear him tell me that I was a delusional child or merely a plaything for him to release tensions with, so I did the only thing I could think to do…I turned around quickly and ran down the corridor. The tears flowed freely now as my feet carried me as fast as they could to Gryffindor Tower and through the portrait hole. I didn’t even stop to speak to Edwin who was pacing in front of the fireplace waiting for me. I continued to run until I made it to my dorm.

I did my best to avoid waking up any of the girls I shared a room with while I changed into my nightgown and crawled into the bed, pulling my curtains closed and my blanket up towards my chin. That is when I began to cry again, my body jolted with sobs and I couldn't help but think about the embarrassment I felt at finally revealing my true feelings out loud only to have the object of those affections hear me confessing my love for him. Mentally I cursed Edwin and his inability to keep his mouth shut and my inability to avoid trivial teenage love.

Eventually, after hours of crying and managing to give myself a tear-induced headache, I fell asleep. It was not a restful sleep in the slightest, I tossed and turned until the morning when I was shaken gently awake by Hermione.

“Aurora? Are you going to class? You’ve already missed breakfast.” She whispered and I groaned in annoyance, flopping out of bed ungracefully and fumbling my uniform on. My head was pounding from all of the crying and I desperately needed a visit with Madam Pomfrey for a pepper-up potion.

When I walked into the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey looked me over and noticed my puffy eyes and swollen cheeks. She gave me a sympathetic smile and what I can imagine she thought was teenage heartbreak and handed me the vial of potion.

Once I downed the foul-tasting liquid, I felt amazing…physically. Mentally I was doing cartwheels on how I was planning to avoid doing my assistant duties but I knew Severus well enough to assume he would not expect me to show up today after last night. It also helped that I did not have potions, so I was capable of avoiding him and the conversation we needed to have about his work for Voldemort and the fact that I openly admitted to Edwin that I was in love with him.

Edwin on the other hand, I did not manage to avoid and he cornered me in the hall on the way to transfiguration, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug and whimpering about how horrible he had been and how much of an ass he was.

“I love you, I am so sorry that I am such a twat.” I chuckled at him when he pulled away and gave me a slobbery kiss on the cheek. “Please forgive me. You know I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me.”

“I forgive you…Even though you’re an ass.” He grabbed my head in both hands and kissed me hard on the cheek again.

“I know it is probably too soon to ask but I have potions next…Did you talk to him?” I shook my head and inhaled deeply.

“I ran away… “ I admitted.

He shrugged “Well…Maybe he didn’t hear what we were talking about, he is old.” Edwin smirked and I hit him with my notebook.

“He isn’t old.” I giggled as we sat in our seats, preparing for McGonagall’s lesson.

“Do you know how old he actually is?” Edwin whispered

“Thirty-five,” I answered matter-of-factly, flipping through my transfiguration textbook.

“He is only thirty-five…By Godric, apparently, bitterness does make you look old.” I snapped my head at Edwin and he bit his lip to suppress a laugh.

Transfiguration went by without a hitch and I managed to take decent notes on human transfiguration. However, a few minutes before the bell was due to ring to signal the end of class Edwin turned to me and hesitantly tapped me on the hand.

“What do you think about going to potions with me? You have a free period anyway and maybe you two need to talk.” He whispered and I sighed, “You can just say that you wanted a little bit more study time or you can sit in his office and grade for him?” Edwin seemed hopeful when the bell rang and I was still lost in thought about whether I was going to the dungeons or not.

As we made our way out of transfiguration, Edwin stopped and turned toward me…”Dungeons?” He asked hopefully and I shook my head.

“I think I need some time away from him at the present moment. If he asks you about me, tell him I’m fine and I will talk to him at some point…I just need a day or two to get my thoughts together.” Edwin gave me a sympathetic smile and reached down to grab my hand, squeezing it for a second before he let it go and made his way towards the spiral staircase to the dungeons.

I decided to spend my free time in the greenhouses with Professor Sprout, helping her gather sopophorous beans from the plants that she grew in greenhouse two. Unfortunately for me, spending time with Sprout would prove to be a mistake. After we finished gathering the beans she looked over at me and smiled with her warm toothy grin.

“Aurora my dear, would you run this basket of beans to Professor Snape? He has asked me to gather some for him but the stairs to the dungeons are unmanageable…bad back, you know.”

Internally I groaned and wished I would have spent this time in the library. But on the outside, I smiled at her and grabbed the basket of sopophorous beans from her.

“Of course Professor, I will be back shortly.”

As I walked through the mostly empty corridors to the potions classroom, my heart was beating erratically. I began mumbling to myself, trying to remind myself that I would just be dropping off the basket of beans and then leaving…Perfectly simple.

When I finally made it to the large wooden door, I knocked lightly and the door swung open. The students barely paid me a bit of attention as most of them were hunched over their cauldrons brewing a potion. Except for Edwin who took a double take at me as I walked into the classroom, his eyes were wide when they met mine and I mouthed ‘running an errand for Sprout’ before I made my way to Severus, who was sitting at his desk grading.

“Professor Sprout wanted me to drop these off for you,” I spoke tightly and Severus’s eyes shot up, obviously surprised that I was standing in front of him. He cocked an eyebrow at me and gestured toward his storage cupboard.

“You are aware of where they belong in the cupboard Astrill.” He was plain as he spoke and I huffed quietly.

“Of course…Professor.” I clenched my teeth and walked towards the supply cupboard in his office, dropping the basket onto the floor when I closed the door to the small closet.

“Put the beans up and you can go…simple as that,” I mumbled to myself, opening the storage canister that Severus had labeled for the beans and dumping some of them into the jar.

I was just about done emptying the contents of the basket into the canister when I felt the door to the storage closet swing open and then close again. I knew it was him before I turned around and I had to take a second to mentally prepare myself for the conversation that was to follow.

“Aurora,” Severus spoke quietly and I whipped around, shaking my head violently.

“No…I have to get back to Sprout. I do not have time for this Severus.” I hissed trying to step past him but he grabbed my arm loosely, preventing me from walking away.

“Little Star…I don’t have long to speak to you but I need you to listen to me for the duration of time we do have.” I sighed and prepared myself mentally for the worst.

“Fine. I’m listening.” I pulled myself away from him and backed into the corner of the supply closet so I could see him and not be so close to him.

“I have given so much thought into what I was going to say to you, but it seems now that you are in front of me I am at a loss…Please forgive my broken thoughts, but I am speaking from what bits of a heart I have.” He spoke thoughtfully and my heart continued to beat rapidly in my chest. “It is dangerous to love me, The Dark Lord is at large and I have been tasked to resume my duties as a spy…Which I am certain you are aware of my previous position during the first war.” I nodded in agreement, I didn’t know much apart from what I overheard my grandfather saying when he burned the file on Severus and what Edwin told me about the Order of the Phoenix, but I knew enough to agree with him.

“Okay, so the point of this is for you to tell me that you don’t love me…I get it, can I go now?” I was fidgeting now, growing more uncomfortable at our close proximity and my brain betraying me with thoughts that he was just going to reject me.

He rushed forward and took my face in his hands, “I do Aurora…Why in Salazar's name would I put so much at risk for someone who was just a sexual distraction? Why would I attend a ministry gathering if I did not you beautiful dunderhead? My Little Star, you are the light in the darkness that I have created in my own life.” He stroked my cheeks gently with his thumbs and the cold exterior that I had been portraying melted away, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him…hard.

Getting slightly carried away, he pushed me against the shelves and a few glass jars wobbled, breaking the trance we had developed in our kiss. “I have to go back to the class and make sure they haven’t blown anything up. Come back to me this evening?” I nodded and he turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand before he could make it out of the door. He turned his head toward me, curiosity filling his eyes.

“You don’t have to actually say it you know…All I needed was to know that you felt the same way.” I smiled and he winked at me. I let go of his hand and he left the cupboard. I leaned against the shelves and smiled to myself…He loves me.

#alan rickman #original character #severus snape x oc #severus snape #severus snape x reader #allycat writes #allycat319 #professor snape #fanfic #professor snape smut

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cw: post-war, morally grey characters

"You lied to me".

Behind the bars, Draco kept that stupid smirk on his lips without contradicting her. After years, the truth was almost there, waiting to be finally caught.

"Why?".

"Betrayal is a wound that never heals, Granger". Gods, hearing his voice for what seemed ages made her heart jump out of her ribcage. "You should leave and go on with your life. Goodbye".

He stood up from the chair, heading to the door, but Hermione couldn't just drop everything and come back to a life built on lies. "Wait. Tell me why".

"You needed someone to blame. I was there", he responded, without turning.

"You let me believe it was your fault for ten years, Draco. What the fuck!", she yelled at him. "Now I know the truth only because I never stop trying to get you out of this awful place!".

With a quick movement that Hermione didn't even have time to register, Draco grabbed the bars. "I deserve to be here, don't delude yourself. Blood soaks my soul, and the memories of the lives I took still haunt me".

She swallowed, taking a step forward and placing her hands on his. Her expectations were low, but Draco didn't refuse her gesture, he didn't dare to move.

"Tell me. I need the truth".

"Voldemort wanted them dead and sent Antonin and me to complete the task. He almost killed me that day, because he suspected I fed the Order with intel. When I was able to move again, your parents were already dead". Hermione started to cry for what she had lost: a family, a chance to be happy, a man who loved her. "However, the Order needed you. So they gave you a good reason to keep going".

Find the killer, and win the war for them.

"They—", Hermione sobbed, incapable of saying anything else.

"Shush, love, it's fine. You got your revenge: you killed Antonin in the last battle, and you did your best to defeat Voldemort", he reassured her. There were glimpses of emotions in his voice, she didn't remember the last time it hadn't sounded only flat and cold. "Three years and I will be free".

"They've sent you here because of me, because of an execution you never did, Draco! It's not fine, it's fucking unbelievable", Hermione gasped, trying to stay in control of her rambling emotions, failing resoundingly. It was impossible. "They betrayed me".

"They tried to keep you alive".

"You were innocent!".

Draco chuckled darkly. "Maybe I didn't kill your parents, but definitely I killed too many people to stay out of Azkaban. And you know it".

It was true, but it didn't seem fair anyway. "We deserved to be together".

"When they will release me, you have the chance to decide our destiny".

Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "You—you still want me? I'm the only reason you're in Azkaban".

This time Draco intertwined their fingers together, savoring the sensation, taking time to adjust to the human contact after years of deprivation.

"I hate them", she pouted.

Draco stayed silent, deciding to not respond. Instead, he focused on them. "You're the only reason I'm still alive, Granger. Three years and then we will have everything we hoped for over the war".

Three years? They had already wasted too much time. A smirk colored her face. "We are going to leave this horrible place right here, right now. I have a plan, a good one".

"They will hunt us forever".

"Tell them to try: I'll give them a taste of my magic. They always praise me for that, no? I'm ready to do everything in my power for you", she said, clearly proud of herself and her skills. Then she showed him a ring.

Draco sighed. "Is that what I think?".

Yeah, a portkey, the one that led to Malfoy's safe house in the Pacific Ocean. "Your mother's tea is quite good. She's a remarkable witch".

Draco smirked, now aware of the extension of her plan. "Yeah, women like you two are full of resources".

"Are you ready?".

"Always for you".

#dramione #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #harry potter #drabble #hermione granger #draco/hermione #hp #hp ships #hp fanfic #minific

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myheadsgonenumb · 10 months

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When the canon timeline means you can't write a canon compliant fic...

Oh this is so frustrating. Hear me out.

The original order of the phoenix all gathered together one day, during the first wizarding war, and took a photograph:

in the picture there is "Marlene McKinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken"

And also "Caradoc Dearborn, vanished six months after this, we never found his body."

In Deathly Hallows, Harry finds a letter written to Sirius from Lily in which Lily mentions two things of note:

Thank you for Harry's birthday present... We had a very quiet birthday tea.

and:

Wormey was here last weekend, he seemed down but that was probably the news about the McKinnons; I cried all evening when I heard.

Lily's letter tells us that this is after Harry's first birthday, ergo she is writing sometime after 31st July 1981. It also implies that the McKinnons' death is recent. They knew about it last weekend, so perhaps the news came a few days before.

This means - at the time of writing - Marlene has been dead maybe two weeks. And she died two weeks after the photo was taken. So at the time of writing the photo is only about a month old.

Even if Lily was writing bang on the 1st of August 1981 (and let's be honest, she probably left the thank you letters a couple of days - or longer), this would make the date of the photo 1st July 1981 - at the earliest.

Voldemort falls and the war ends on 31st October - four months after the photo was taken.

But according to the timeline Frigging Caradoc Dearborn can't vanish until another two months have passed!

This would mean Caradoc doesn't vanish until Dec 1981/ January 1982. When the war is already over. Which is just deeply irritating for someone trying to write a canon compliant war story, killing off all the order members at the correct time.

There are four solutions I can see:

Caradoc Dearborn is the victim of renegade Death Eaters who make a strike against him after the war is over. Frank and Alice are tortured into insanity after Voldemort has fallen, so it's not impossible ... This means Caradoc would still be alive at the end of a canon compliant fic which finished at the end of the war... and would lead to comments in the comment section like "canonically Caradoc Dearborn died" and "I was expecting Caradoc to die but he never did - he died in canon". Gah!

The McKinnons are killed much earlier, but the news about their deaths isn't discovered until around the time of Harry's birthday. Which means the photo can have been taken any time between July 1978 and April 1981 - and Caradoc can still vanish six months afterwards. However this means just writing the McKinnons out with no explanation and then revealing their death in July 1981... and honestly, had they been missing for any length of time during the war, I think Lily would have long since resigned herself to the fact that they were dead, and would be unlikely to spend an entire evening crying or attribute Peter's sadness to the news when it was finally confirmed (after all - I know fanon loves Marlene as Lily's best friend since they were 11, but this letter doesn't really convey that to be true. Lily doesn't even mention Marlene by name.)

Marlene is killed two weeks after the photo is taken (anytime between July 1978 - April 1981) and the Death Eaters come back and finish off the rest of her family in late July 1981, hence "The news about the McKinnons" and not "The news about Marlene". There's nothing wrong with this version of events per se... but Marlene appears to be the only actual member of The Order, if the photo is anything to go by, killing her off early doors and then sweeping back around twenty chapters later to mention the rest of her family are dead now too just doesn't seem a massively impactful piece of storytelling.

Moody is just being inaccurate when he states how much later Caradoc disappeared. It is, after all, fourteen years ago, and four months is practically six months. The photo could be taken early July 1981 (meaning Marlene's death then lines up with Lily's letter) and Caradoc vanishes a couple of days before Halloween, which - 14 years later - seems like it was 6 months to Moody. Only, a matter of days before Halloween 1981, all readers are braced for impending Jily death, Sirius going to Azkaban, little orphan Harry ... who's going to notice Caradoc Dearborn going missing? Which then circles back to the 'You didn't kill off Caradoc Dearborn' comments. Gah!

Which all just goes to show the ridiculous lengths fanfic writers go to for their hobby. The canon isn't even bothered about being compliant with itself, and here I am trying to make it all make sense because if I can't somehow fit in these contradictory facts and make them work, someone somewhere will tell me I did it wrong and judge my fic accordingly... and maybe tell other people that my story wasn't as canon compliant as it claimed to be.

I want to write a canon compliant fic about the First Wizarding War and canon itself is making that difficult for me. And that is frustrating

#Fanfic writer woes #first wizarding war #original order of the phoenix #marauders era #canon compliant fanfics #when the timeline doesn't make sense #harry potter fanfiction

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obscurebelief · 7 months

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Albus' Funeral

Even in the secluded cottage, hidden from both Non-Magic and Magic alike, news would reach his ears.

Albus was dead. And he can swear, even so far away, he could hear Fawkes' lamenting song echo through the trees and the skies.

Tired brown eyes looked into the fire, as if expecting news he already knew from his father. But it didn't come. And he didn't dive into what would be keeping his father from telling him, maybe because he knew that his son knew already.

Aurelius Dumbledore had been hiding away from the world for a few decades now, not wanting to deal with Voldemort or any lowly dark witch or wizard that somehow believed Voldemort would make their lives better. No, he could care less as much as he cared less about the other side and the famous Harry Potter.

He disliked both worlds and preferred being alone, because that is all he had been before. Lonely and isolated.

In a way, he had never forgiven his uncle for standing in his way and refusing to allow him to destroy Grindelwald. It made his hate return and he had left without a word. He allowed his family and a few friends know where he was if they wanted to come; the only people he'd allow near his cottage.

The phoenix was almost silent when he perched on the old witch's windowsill and looked at him with such a sorrowful expression. The bright red and gold looked less vibrant, "it is true, is it not, Fawkes?" He gently stroked the feathers and beak in an attempt to wipe the tears away from the grieving phoenix. "You may stay here and take as long as you like. I'm afraid I don't have toast prepared."

It would be a few long days before he revealed himself to the world again, if only on the Hogwarts Grounds. Arriving in dark robes, his long dark hair with some bits of grey tied back with a red bow that matches his tie. The suit underneath was as black as his robes.

No one recognized him which relieved him. And he sat beside his father without a word. Now was the time to grieve and empty out their regrets. Aurelius allowed himself to cry, keeping silent his tongue.

In the rows, his eyes met the old familiar and kind eyes of Newt, Tina, Queenie, and Jacob. He met their eyes and gave a silent nod. Time was kind to each of them.

The funeral was a time to pay respects, and Aberforth held his anger in, which he himself could not blame.

It was eventually over and he finally caught the eyes of Harry Potter. The scar shown, and he did not intend to stare as he approached the grieving boy. So young, to young to be in a war like this. Harry looked at the older man oddly, as if trying to do a double take on a bit of the resemblance to the barman and a bit of Albus. And he finally moved onto see Newt and the others and finally allow themselves to cry so much more. Both in how long they've all been a part and the loss.

"This should never be on a boy's shoulders." He finally said while looking at Harry. And eventually, everyone would depart, leaving only the few behind. Aurelius staying by the white tomb, "I... why didn't you ask for our help? We could have helped, I could have- I could've helped." He grit his teeth to try and hold back a choked sob.

"You saved me and you wouldn't let me save you? I owe you and I can't repay it." He looks around, finding himself alone. "If Fawkes stays, I will take care of him like before. I promise."

#credence barebone #aurelius dumbledore #albus dumbledore

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cherryslyce · 1 year

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Enjoy the second to last HC's, bubz. Who knows... The anon to lovers pipeline sounds kinda in rn..

*in bed*

Reg: So. Just to clarify..You actually like me right?

MC: No, I kept a portrait that kinda hurt to have in my pocket which gave me splinters btw, around for years, got devasted by the demise, slept in said portraits room as a source of comfort, went all the way to NORWAY at the off chance something could be done for said boy in portrait, went into a creepy cave, nearly died, did a ritual, all because I can't fucking stand you.

Reg, contemplating: ..you were in my bed before marriage? 😙

MC: You kinda make me wanna drown myself.

Reg: I thought we established it's too soon for those-

Reg, panicked: YOU SAW VOLDEMORT IN THE CAVE?

MC, crying: YEAH HE WAS SO FUCKING UGLY.

Sirius: There is no fucking way.

Harry: There is definitely a way and fucking is likely involved.

Reg, unfazed: What was it you say birdie.. No bitches? 🤔

Sirius and Harry: Fuck this combo. Fuck this combo. FUCK THIS COMBO-

Blaire: Nah you better be fucking forreal.. FIRST YOU ANSWER MY MOM BEFORE ME, LEAVE ME TO FEND FOR OUR CHILD AND NOW YOU GOTTA SICK VICTORIAN CHILD LOOKING BOYFRIEND? I'm having a moment. Oh i'm have a serious moment.

Reg, coughs: Wrong brother to be having a moment with.

Blaire: Girl, you BETTER be joking.. 👁️_👁️

Mc: I think I'm going to pre-maturely die now. I wish you the best.

Kreacher: MASTER REGULUS HAS RETURNED AT LAST!

*Reg holding MC's hand*

Kreacher: WITH UH.. THE BLOOD..THE BLOOD PLEASER..?

Sirius, behind them both, disgusted: You know, I know you don't know what you're saying and you're aiming for better than blood traitor but you could have said literally anything else. Anything. God.

I have so many.. thoughts. feelings. headcannons. but rly, I want to say thank you first. I've had a pretty rough month and my highlight was always getting to read Second Son. Reg always was a soft spot of mine but your characterisation was probably as close to how I imagined it. When the 3rd last chapter came out? Girl, I was in a boba shop, moral supporting my friend and he thought I was delirious CUZ I WAS GIGGLING. Of course, I'm sad it's come to an end but your journey as a writer sure as hell hasn't thus I'm super excited for you new work!! I hope you're proud of the series because not only were you delivering so often, you rly made all our days when you did. I'm wishing both sides of your pillow are how you desire them to be..

All the love, beloved hc anon 💌✨

My lovely hc anon <33!!! The anon to lover pipeline is def in<333 !!!!

Regulus would definitely be up at ungodly hours just contemplating that kind of stuff (poor reader, but same Reg). Also LOL, reader was more disturbed by Voldemort's snake face than anything else (like reader definitely gets nightmares of that moment at the cave still).

Regulus and Reader would literally drive Sirius up the WALL, like they give him and James a run for their money. +++ I'm so dead LMAO, you captured Blaise's humor perfectly, that is something he would definitely say in his head while plastering on a wide grin !

BLOOD PLEASER. I LOVE that omg...Kreacher is trying to be better, but he would most definitely come up with the most absurd nicknames ever.

I'm so glad that my series has been able to lift your spirits, my dear!! And I must thank you as well because your hc's always made my days so much brighter and really helped bring the characters to life!! You are truly one of my most beloved anons on here, and I really am going to miss these messages <33! I went into this series not expecting much, but I'm so overwhelmed by the kind words I received, and I starkly remember the first ever hc message you sent me. I was just blown away that someone would take the time to do so much for the series, and I truly want to thank you <33!!

I'm excited for the journey ahead and I hope to see you around !! Wishing you a lovely day/night wherever you are !!

-cherry <33

#anon owl <3 #hc anon <3

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 18 days

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The Other Evans Girl [Part Forty Five]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair

Word Count: 4826

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

Notes: Okay so I’ve been working on updating this and I’ve finally gone through all the chapters already written before I start writing more. It’s changed a lot so I’ve decided it’s just better to completely re-upload it.

If you want tagging let me know

LINK TO AO3 // LINK TO PINTEREST // LINK TO ALL PARTS

The air was electric, exhilarating the crowd of sweaty bodies crammed into the concert hall as they eagerly cheered and clapped in appreciation for their entertainers of the night. Daisy could barely believe she’d been able to see her favourite band, Queen, live in the flesh let alone be smiled at by the Freddie Mercury who’d clocked her and Sirius singing along very enthusiastically to Killer Queen. And yet that hadn’t even been her favourite point, no, her favourite moment was feeling Sirius’ arms around her, singing ‘You’re My Best Friend,’ down her ear not knowing just how much she felt those words. It was a moment she’d cherish forever and one she wouldn’t trade for anything even if it did come with the tax of having to fight their way through a crowd fifteen thousand deep and get half way across London to get home.

Given that they were still both underage neither were able to apparate and so they’d floo’d to Sirius’ flat from the Potters as it wasn’t so far away from the venue. They were supposed to be headed back the same way but Daisy had no sooner stepped foot over the threshold before Sirius was on her, his lips attacking hers as he steered her towards the couch. She fell onto it with a thump, breathless from his frenzied attack, and watched as he clambered on shirking off his jacket before he returned to kissing her. Daisy melted into him, feeling heady as his hand danced under her dress, caressing along her skin. She could feel herself getting excited but they didn’t have time to spare. Euphemia would no doubt be worried if they didn’t get home soon and she didn’t fancy her sending someone to find them. So reluctantly she mumbled his name.

‘Mmm?’ he mumbled against her lips, not bothering to stop kissing her even though she turned her head to the side to continue speaking. Instead he merely carried on moving his lips down her jaw and neck, making her heart pulse in response.

‘It’s late,’ she mumbled.

‘So?’ he murmured against her skin.

‘They’ll be expecting us back,’ she said glumly. Sirius pulled back to look at her, a mischievous grin on his lips as he said, ‘nah they won’t. We’re staying here tonight.’

‘How? We have no stuff and they think we’re coming home,’ she said, pushing herself up onto her elbows. Sirius moved to allow her, sitting back on the couch and pulling her onto his lap as he explained, ‘I squared it with Euphemia this morning and I put the stuff we need in your bag.’

‘How the hell did you manage that?’ Daisy gawked.

‘You should know there’s a lot I can pull off by now. Anyway, should I be offended that you don’t want to stay with me?’ Sirius asked, quirking an eyebrow. Daisy smacked his chest playfully, ‘don’t be daft you know I do but how the hell did you clear that with Euphemia. I mean she makes us stay in separate rooms for god’s sake.’

‘And because we’re so good at obeying her rules,’ Sirius joked, making her giggle as she recalled all the nights they’d started a floor away from one another only to end up in the same bed come the morning, ‘she felt sorry for us. Mainly because I played to her sympathies and explained that thanks to her son we barely get any time alone.’

‘Oh I bet she didn’t stand a chance,’ Daisy giggled.

‘She was very sympathetic to the cause,’ Sirius grinned.

‘Did you give her your best puppy dog eyes?’ Daisy teased though she knew even without them it wouldn’t have taken him long to talk her around.

‘Didn’t need to. I merely pointed out that with us out of the house she’d have the dear old lad and Lily alone. And with the boys coming tomorrow too it’d be her last chance to have them all to herself,’ Sirius said smugly.

It was a good tactic. Ever since they’d landed at the Potter’s Euphemia had fawned over them day in and day out as expected. But what had taken everyone by surprise however was just how much Euphemia had taken to Lily, much to James’ chagrin. Of course he liked that his mother and girlfriend got along but he’d started to feel put out that he wasn’t the sole person responsible in adoring everything her sister did from the moment she woke up to the moment she went to bed. And without Lily to follow around he’d resorted to doing whatever Sirius and Daisy were doing which often ended up to be not what they wanted to be doing now they had a third wheel. Daisy had to admire his cunning even though she knew it would mean an earful from Lily who, of course loved Euphemia, but was still struggling to find five minutes to herself even in a house as big as theirs.

‘Very crafty,’ she said, wrapping her arms around his neck as his lips met hers in a soft kiss.

‘That’s me,’ he mumbled.

‘With a one-track mind it seems,’ she giggled, grinding on the taught material of his pants.

‘Definitely,’ he growled and before she could respond he’d flipped her onto the couch.

✵✵✵

Grubby, that was the only word that sprung to mind as Daisy brushed her teeth in the bathroom of Sirius’ flat. Of course she wasn’t surprised that the bathroom could do with a good clean considering it had been left empty for months but as she rinsed off her toothbrush and spat into the sink she was just thankful that they’d only be staying here the night. And that Sirius had had the forethought to load up her enchanted bag with everything they might need seeing as she didn’t feel like dipping under the covers sans pyjamas after seeing the state of the toilet.

When she re-emerged in the bedroom Sirius was already in bed, dressed in just a t-shirt and his underwear, sitting reading a book which he subsequently placed on the bedside table once she appeared. Her heart thudded at the sight of him forcing any ideas of subpar cleanliness from her head with each thump as she rushed over to the bed and climbed on, cuddling into his side as he lay down and wrapped his arms around her. They lay there for a moment, watching each other in quiet adoration, listening to the sounds of each other breathing and the hum of traffic from far below muted by the windows and thick purple curtains.

After a moment she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, groaning as he moved her in closer to deepen it. She knew they should probably go to sleep, that it was late and if they overslept there’d no doubt be hell to pay when they eventually waltzed into the Potter’s mansion, but she couldn’t stop herself. She just had to kiss him so that she could add this moment to a dozen other memories of the day, each of them just as special as the rest. When she broke away from him however he was watching her as if there was not a thought in his mind as he said, ‘move in with me.’

‘What?’ Daisy asked, unsure that she’d heard him correctly. Sirius too paused as if he hadn’t heard his own words. As wide green eyes watched him, waiting for an explanation, he felt his mind spin. It was a question he’d been thinking about for a while, ever since they’d landed back at the Potters and found the house slightly chaotic with its now six inhabitants. Still, it was a big thing to ask as evidenced by the shock on her pretty face but he didn’t back down. If there was a time to do it was now, when it was just the two of them, happy and content.

‘I mean it,’ he said firmly, ‘move in with me.’

‘Like move in here?’ she asked, pulling back so that she could sit up as she tried to digest what he was asking of her. Sirius followed tentatively, trying to hide his disappointment at the loss of contact.

‘Yeah, I mean not right now but like next year, after school has finished,’ he reasoned, trying to establish whether his sentiments were as ridiculous as her expression was making him feel they were. Except her expression wasn’t reassuring and without meaning to he mumbled glumly, ‘you don’t want to.’

‘I hadn’t really thought about it,’ she admitted. She hadn’t thought about anything really. Given everything that had happened at the end of term she’d been focused on getting to seventh year unscathed let alone what they were going to do afterwards or what their living arrangements would be. Of course Sirius had thought about it. He always seemed to be one step ahead, almost better at planning than Lily which took some doing. With that thought she found herself asking, ‘when did you?’

‘Well I didn’t not really but I always figured I wouldn’t be able to stay with the Potters forever-‘

‘Euphemia would disagree I’m sure,’ Daisy joked, feeling a touch less tense when he smirked.

‘Yeah I know but I have this place so it makes sense to use it, right?’ Sirius asked.

‘True,’ Daisy said, ‘I guess I just hadn’t thought about it.’

‘It’s alright if you don’t want to,’ he said. Daisy sighed.

‘It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just, oh, I don’t know, I guess I haven’t thought about any of it. I mean it makes sense for you to move in here after school but we still have the house which me and Lil haven’t even figured out yet,’ Daisy said.

‘Shit, yeah, I hadn’t thought about that,’ Sirius said, the sting of her not agreeing outright diminishing now that idea was in the mix.

‘Have you told James yet?’ she asked.

‘That I want to move in with you?’ Sirius asked as his brow furrowed. It was a question that had taken him off guard and for a moment he thought she may have been deflecting to spare his feelings over her reluctance until she replied, ‘I don’t know why but I guess I always saw the pair of you moving in together after school.’

‘Funnily enough I don’t like James in that way,’ he quipped, earning a thump on the arm and a roll of the eyes as she said, ‘you know what I mean! The pair of you are going to be doing the auror’s course together. You live together now it’s not a stretch.’

‘We might have talked about it at one point but is it such a stretch to think I might want to live with my girlfriend?’ Sirius reasoned. Daisy sighed.

‘No, I guess I just never saw myself settling down right out of Hogwarts. Like marriage and kids and all that,’ Daisy said, recalling her surprise at Lily not being averse to a picture-perfect traditional family life straight out of school instead of a career. Daisy wasn’t even career driven and the idea of stepping out of school robes into a wedding dress had baffled her even if Sirius was the one for her, they had the rest of their lives together so why would they rush it.

‘Well it’s a good job I didn’t ask for all that then isn’t it,’ Sirius said.

‘No but that’s what happens isn’t it? Once you live together that all follows,’ Daisy said.

‘Probably but it doesn’t have to. Not right away. We’re a family Dais,’ Sirius sighed as he placed his hand on her cheek, caressing his thumb against her soft skin. He could see her rationale but surely she knew that they didn’t have to do all that just off the back of one decision. Did he love her? With everything in him. Did he want to marry her? One day. But did that mean he needed her to do it right that second? Not at all.

‘I know that,’ she mumbled.

‘So you know that whether we live together or not we’re not going to stop being a family,’ he reasoned, ‘wherever we are. We don’t have to rush into anything.’

‘Can I sleep on it?’ she asked, gnawing on her lip.

‘Of course,’ Sirius said, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he slipped back down onto the bed. Daisy watched apprehensively for a moment; the easy-going ambience they’d been basking in now replaced by an uneasy tension as she settled down beside him. Sirius moved to turn off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Now that she couldn’t see him it was slightly less awkward and she felt a tad better as she cuddled into his side and found he allowed her to, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he placed a kiss on the top of her head.

‘You know I love you right?’ she asked after a moment.

‘Of course I do,’ Sirius whispered.

‘Because I don’t want you to think that I don’t just because I didn’t agree right away,’ she whispered.

‘Daisy if you think you’re getting rid of me that easily you’ve got another thing coming,’ he quipped.

‘Yeah, never getting rid of you, am I?’ she smiled.

‘Not bloody likely,’ he agreed, ‘night Dais.’

‘Night Pads.’

✵✵✵

When Sirius awoke the following morning he was alone in the bed. He lay there listening for sounds of Daisy in the nearby bathroom but they didn’t come so after rubbing the sleep from his eyes he climbed out of bed with a yawn and went to investigate. As he pulled the French doors open he could hear her in the kitchen, the beat of the radio wafting through the flat along with the smell of bacon. When he got to the kitchen he found her standing by the cooker, nudging a couple pieces of bacon around in the pan causing them to sizzle and spit in protest. He moved towards her, wrapping his arms around her as he rested his chin on her shoulder to watch what she was doing.

‘Morning,’ she said, using her free hand to pat his arm in recognition he was there before she carried on cooking.

‘Morning,’ he yawned, ‘what are you doing?’

‘What does it look like,’ she giggled, ‘I’m making us some breakfast.’

‘How?’ he asked, it wasn’t like there would be any usable food in the cupboards since they’d all been cleared out.

‘Well you get your frying pan and your food and-’

‘Very funny,’ he said, poking her in the side and making her squirm.

‘Yeah well some of us didn’t grow up with house elves,’ she giggled, ‘I bet you’ve never even boiled an egg.’

‘Don’t need to, I've got you to do it for me,’ he chuckled, kissing her cheek as she rolled her eyes, ‘but I meant where did you get the stuff?’

‘I nipped the shop this morning,’ she said, moving to grab the toast that had just popped up from the toaster. As he let her go he realised she was now fully dressed, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt adorning her figure rather than the pyjamas he’d last seen her in. He was still watching her when she turned around, hot pieces of toast singing her fingertips as she pushed him out of the way. Sensing he was more of a hindrance standing there he took a seat at the small kitchen table and said, ‘you didn’t need to do that. We could’ve gone out.’

‘I didn’t mind,’ she said, waving him off before she returned to making him a plate. He watched her flit about the kitchen, eventually coming to sit beside him as she placed a plate in front of him.

‘Thanks,’ he smiled.

‘No problem,’ Daisy said.

Without hesitation he dove in, not realising just how hungry he had become until the food was staring him in the face. Daisy however didn’t follow suit. She pushed her fork around her plate to seem as though she was but she had yet to take a bite because she was too busy watching him. She had done the same when she’d woken up this morning as her mind whirred about the night before and what he had asked of her. It wasn’t exactly a simple thing to say yes to. After all she had Lily and their house to think of. Not to mention she was sure James would be under the impression the pair of them would be taking the next steps of their lives together. But watching him she realised that he was right and that this, sitting in this tiny kitchen eating breakfast or waking up in the same bed together, was what she wanted. And he was right that didn’t mean that all the other stuff had to follow right away. Sirius had been too busy mopping up the yolk of his egg with a piece of toast but when he noticed she hadn’t moved he looked up and found her watching him.

‘What?’ he asked, instinctively moving his hand to his face in case there might be something around his mouth from the frenzied way he’d attacked his morning meal.

‘Okay,’ Daisy said simply.

‘Okay?’ he asked.

‘Okay I’ll move in with you,’ she said.

‘Really?’ he asked excitedly.

‘Yeah, I mean we’ll have to talk to James and Lil about it and I have a feeling James will be heartbroken at the idea,’ Daisy giggled, placing her hand on the back of his. Sirius smirked, ‘he’ll survive.’

‘Good because I want to,’ she said firmly.

‘Daisy that’s brilliant,’ he said leaning in to kiss her.

When he pulled back he stayed closer, his hand ghosting up her neck as he said, ‘now will you marry me?’

‘Not funny,’ Daisy said, pushing him away as he laughed uproariously at the look on her face. Daisy ignored him and attempted to tuck into her eggs but his teasing appeared to have gotten hold of him which forced her to say, ‘I can still change my mind you know!’

‘Not a chance,’ Sirius smiled.

✵✵✵

By the time they got back to the Potter’s Remus and Peter had arrived for the rest of the summer and so the majority of the day was spent lounging around and catching up on each other’s holidays as well as the concert. It was a day spent indoors which is probably why Euphemia insisted they eat their dinner out in the garden, to make the most of the light summer’s night. It was warm outside but there was a slight breeze that made it just comfortable enough to be sat out there which was fortunate as they spent a long time outside, grazing at the copious amounts of food Euphemia had provided, whilst catching her and Fleamont up on what they had missed. Yet as the sky started to get darker with pinks and purples spanning across it signaling night was coming Euphemia and Fleamont announced they’d be heading back into the house.

The group bid them goodbye and they had no sooner gone back in through the back door before James said, ‘so anyone fancy a game of quidditch?’

‘We’ve just eaten,’ Lily protested.

‘So?’ James said.

‘Yeah Lil can’t waste a moment I mean the boys have been here all of ten seconds,’ Daisy teased.

‘Exactly we’ve waited long enough don’t you think,’ James said, ‘besides you girls can always join if you want.’

‘No thanks,’ Daisy said.

‘Suit yourself. Lil?’ James asked, receiving a shake of the head, ‘boys?’

‘Go on then,’ Sirius said, wiping his hands on a napkin as he stood up.

‘Yeah me too,’ Peter said.

‘Rem?’ Sirius asked, looking at Remus who looked between three expectant faces and then sighed.

‘Go on then,’ Remus grumbled, climbing out of his seat.

‘Sure we can't tempt you?’ James said as he climbed out of his seat. Lily shook her head once more, ‘suit yourselves. We won’t be long.’

‘Be careful,’ Lily said as he pressed a kiss to her temple before following the boys down towards the field.

Daisy watched as they trudged down the long, manicured lawn which descended into wilder grass before eventually being submerged by trees leaving them out of view. As they disappeared from sight four brooms zoomed from the house in the direction they’d gone. Daisy watched as the brooms disappeared into the treeline, wondering how the boys could be bothered to fly about after a full meal, though as she looked back she found her sister wasn’t thinking the same and instead Lily was watching her, a smile on her face, ‘so go on.’

‘What?’ Daisy asked self-consciously.

‘How was last night? More to the point, how did you convince Euphemia to let the pair of you out in the real world alone,’ Lily pressed.

‘I don’t know. That was all Sirius,’ Daisy mused, ‘but I’m glad because we had a good night and then we didn’t need to rush back or anything.’

‘Yeah I’ll bet it was better than mine,’ Lily grumbled.

‘That bad?’ Daisy winced.

‘Euphemia insisted we have a formal dinner,’ Lily explained, ‘which meant grilling every inch of our relationship practically from first year to yesterday.’

‘Ouch,’ Daisy muttered.

‘Yeah all whilst you and Pads were doing god knows what,’ Lily said, raising an eyebrow at Daisy who could feel pink tinge her cheeks even through her golden complexion. Though as she spoke she realised this would be a good time to bring up what Sirius had asked of her, more to the point it would help breaking the news to James a little easier.

‘Well if it makes you feel any better next summer you can always stay at our place,’ Daisy said, watching her sister closely as she sipped her drink. She could see the words landing, Lily not comprehending the joke as she said, ‘our place?’

‘Yeah,’ Daisy said, ‘Sirius asked me to move into the flat with him once we finish school and I said yes.’

‘Wow, that’s,’ Lily started, trailing off as the news finally registered which admittedly didn’t fill her sister with much hope though fortunately she didn’t shout or scold her as expected but merely asked, ‘and that’s what you want?’

‘I think so,’ Daisy said, ‘no, I do. I really do.’

‘That’s good,’ Lily said, though her tone lacked conviction.

‘And it’s not like it’s right now. I mean we’ve got another year of school before we even have to think about it. And in a way it’s good it’s not like I’ll be out in the big bad world on my own,’ Daisy reasoned. Lily nodded half-heartedly.

She could see Daisy’s point. She and Sirius had been dating just as long as her and James and it was the logical next step in both relationships. It just felt very final. They’d always been together, one entity. Even when they’d strived for individuality the other had always been there in some way. Even Daisy living in the boys dormitory for a good half of the year hadn’t stopped them from being apart because they’d still been under the same roof. Now they were going to be apart, for the first time ever. Their own people. With their own lives. It was a big change.

‘Are you mad?’ Daisy asked after a moment of quiet.

‘No,’ Lily said earnestly, ‘just surprised.’

‘Me too to be honest,’ Daisy admitted.

‘I just can’t believe he’s been thinking of it. I mean I haven’t even thought about what we’re gonna do after school,’ Lily said.

‘I know and he was me thinking Tuney was a loon for settling down so young,’ Daisy giggled.

‘My, my Daisy who said anything about settling down,’ Lily smirked.

‘Oh you know what I mean,’ Daisy said, rolling her eyes.

‘Mmmhmm,’ Lily teased. The pair fell quiet for a moment as Daisy took another sip. It was still quite warm out but as the breeze blew through the garden it made goosebumps appear on Daisy’s tanned skin. She wondered how they were still playing given that the breeze would no doubt be a lot colder twenty feet in the air though the shouts and jeers from just beyond the tree line were still audible.

Lily however wasn’t paying attention to what the boys were doing; she was too busy watching her little sister who had all of a sudden become ready to leave her side. She knew she wasn’t really leaving her rather that this was the natural progression of things but with all that had been going on and the prospect of the next few years being a literal war she couldn’t help but want to hold her close. That was probably why she had fended off thinking about what they would do after school. It had been why she had hated Euphemia’s grilling last night as she seemed intent on knowing where they were headed together when that still felt up in the air these days. Still if she was going to pick anyone for her sister it’d be Sirius. In fact being forced to discuss her and James courtship had made her realise just how lucky the pair of them were to become friends with the boys, how much emptier their lives would’ve been if Daisy hadn’t been so intent on bringing them down and almost getting herself killed.

‘I think they’d like him, you know,’ Lily said, catching her sister’s attention as her brow furrowed in confusion, ‘mum and dad. I think they’d like that you’re happy.’

‘Yeah I think they would,’ Daisy said, surprised to find that her heart didn’t hurt at the idea of her parents but rather twinged with wistfulness that they’d had to miss out on their lives as they were now, ‘James too.’

‘I think it’d take dad a minute to come around,’ Lily giggled.

‘Well I dare say he’d like him more than he likes Vernon. At least James wouldn’t bore him about drills,’ Daisy reasoned.

‘No but I’m sure he could bend his ear about Puddlemore United even though dad’s never watched a game,’ Lily giggled.

‘At least there’d be no interrogation from him,’ Daisy reasoned.

‘Yeah only because Tuney covered everything they could possibly ask,’ Lily said rolling her eyes as she recounted the endless slew of questions their older sister had unleashed on not only James but Sirius too the day that they’d gone back to the house in order to sort some things out given that they wouldn’t be spending the summer there.

‘Yeah well who cares what she thinks it’s not like she’s the one who has to go out with them,’ Daisy said.

‘True,’ Lily agreed.

At that moment Bonney and a house elf the pair hadn’t seen before appeared, looking apprehensive when they saw the girls sitting there though she managed to work up her nerve quickly and said, ‘I’m sorry Misses. Mistress has asked that we tidy everything away. Is that okay?’

‘Of course,’ Lily said, ‘do you need help?’

‘Oh no Miss we’ll be just fine. Thank you though,’ she squeaked as she started to load up plates and cutlery into a neat stack. Daisy watched her for a second before she stood up and said, ‘c’mon let’s go up to the patio.’

‘Yeah okay,’ Lily said, smiling at Bonney as she followed Daisy towards the stone steps to the second storey patio. It was colder up here, Daisy’s theory about the breeze being icier the higher up you were proved correct, but there was a blanket left on the outdoor furniture that the two cosied up under, watching the tree line as tiny figures dipped in and out of view against a purple-pink backdrop.

‘Lil?’ Daisy asked after a moment of watching the boys.

‘Yeah?’ Lily asked.

‘What do you think James will say?’ she asked, turning to look at her sister who shifted to face her.

‘About you and Sirius moving in?’ Lily asked, Daisy nodded, ‘oh I think he’ll be bereft.’

‘I thought so too,’ Daisy sighed.

‘Nah he’ll be fine. I know they’d spoken about it but it makes sense for you two to move in together,’ Lily said.

‘Maybe you can soothe the blow by asking him to move in with you?’ Daisy said, raising an eyebrow.

‘Doubt it. I’m sometimes sure he loves Pads more than he loves me,’ Lily giggled, ‘but it looks like we won't have much of a choice at this rate with the pair of you abandoning us and all.’

‘Oh I’m sure you two could find somewhere nearby,’ Daisy said, ‘maybe you could lead with that when you break the news?’

‘Oh it’s all on me is it?’ Lily said, rolling her eyes.

‘Definitely,’ Daisy giggled.

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the spare // chapter fifty-two // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary:

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 7.3k warnings for this chapter: exhibitionism, public sex, a little dubcon?

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Fifty-Two:

I wake with a start. I know I’m in the living room, but I’m not sure how I got here. My head aches and it hurts when I open my eyes. They adjust to the dark, taking in the light streaming in from the kitchen.

I only notice Thomus when he moves his arm. He’s sitting in the armchair, one leg perched over the other. The glow from the kitchen casts shadows on his face, the ridge of his brow and glasses hiding his eyes. There’s something about the set of his shoulders that radiates tension and it puts me on edge.

I’m just gonna ignore my unease for now and push up onto my elbows. “Hey,” I say, my voice relays how dry my throat is.

He doesn’t respond to me. This is weird. Is he angry? What for?

“Oh… kay,” I murmur and shove myself into a sitting position up against the armrest, my legs curled under me. There’s a blanket laid over me, I clutch it closer to my chest. “What is it?”

He still stays quiet. Yeah, he’s gotta be angry with me. My heart thuds with nerves while I mentally trace my steps as to how I got here. I remember listening to music, baking, crying… dancing, and then… nothing.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

Well, I wasn’t expecting him to ask me that. “My head is killing me, which probably means I drank too much and didn’t hydrate.” I press my fingers against my brow, pushing in to relieve some of the tension.

“I’m glad we both agree you over indulged.”

“And… your point?” I ask. “Are you scolding me?”

“No,” he answers smoothly.

“Then why’re you being so…” my hand makes an unintelligible gesture as I search for the word “I don’t know it just feels like you’re mad at me.”

He shifts in his seat, re-crossing his legs and looking away. “I am angry,” he says, “but I’m not angry at you.”

I let that sink in for a moment. “So I didn’t do anything to embarrass myself?”

He lets out a chuckle that surprises me, his entire demeanor shifting. “I never said that.”

“Right,” I huff, letting out a laugh. “So what did I do? Vomit all over myself?”

“Loads. It was disgusting,” he deadpans.

I look down at myself and then into the kitchen, a horrified look morphing onto my face. Everything’s all cleaned up now, so he’d have to have taken care of me while I was piss drunk.

Thomus laughs again, and when he speaks his voice is soothing. “No, you were far from vomiting, which is impressive considering how much you drank.”

I shrug. “I’m a big girl. I can handle my liquor.”

“Not to mention how much I spun you around,” he says as stands. He reaches down for the blanket tucked on me, and I realize it’s his cloak. When he takes it back I feel chilly and exposed, noting the loss of his scent.

His words confuse me, but then, “Oh, right, dancing.”

Thomus drapes his cloak over his arm and walks closer to the stairs. He pauses at the bottom, his head tilting adorably as he speaks. “How much do you actually remember?”

I bite my lip. “I’m afraid it stops there.”

Thomus looks back at the stairs. “Interesting.” He heads up them, two at a time, then pauses. “Edinburgh on Friday.”

I don’t know what’s worse – going to Edinburgh or the gap in my drunken memory.

~*~

As I wait around for Friday, not being able to remember what happened after we danced really starts to bother me. Thomus doesn’t bring it up again, and besides outright asking about it, I can’t think of a way to naturally bring it up in conversation. I’ve never been so drunk that I couldn’t remember what happened before.

Friday afternoon I spy him outside at the border of the property, walking along the stone wall. I watch him from the living room window as he recites incantations from a book he’s holding. An iridescent mist pours from the tip of his wand, it shimmers and clouds over the property line as it creates a wall that just goes up and up past my line of sight. As he walks away from it, continuing, the wall disappears.

I have a feeling that this new ward is going to keep out more than just our mysterious intruder. It’s going to keep out everyone else too. I’ll have to leave another note across the creek for Caelan or Kyle to find once Thomus is done.

While Thomus is outside, I practice my magic. Three days seems to be the magic number right now. Literally. Within a few minutes of concentration on that same lightbulb, it’s glowing in my hand. I wonder how long I’ll be able to keep this a secret. Especially since just me zoning out makes him suspicious.

~*~

Since I’ll have my magic for Edinburgh tonight, I don’t second guess the dress I chose. It’s getting chillier at night, but with the warming charm, I should be okay wearing a shorter dress with merely straps for sleeves. Granted, the shape of the dress isn’t all that different from ones I’ve worn in the past, but I’ve really only got a few options when it comes to styles that flatter my body shape.

The color is a few shades paler than my hair and I’m busy layering on a darker shade of pink onto my eyelids when Thomus moseys into the bathroom from his side. He comes up behind me to grab his comb off the vanity, his hand briefly touching my hip to keep me still. I step to the side anyhow to give him room, because having him directly behind me like that while I’m bent over the sink put the dirtiest images in my head.

I do my best to ignore him while I continue doing my makeup, but every so often I glance up, my eyes involuntarily drawn to the movement of him combing his hair out of his face. I freeze when he leans forward to turn on the tap and wet the comb before returning it to his hair.

You’d think I’d be used to his closeness by now. We’ve literally slept together, so how is it that he can still make me blush? I internally roll my eyes, because I need to get over my stupid crush on the man. He’s a Death Eater. It’s not like he’s ever going to feel the same. He’s not going to want the same things I do. Fuck, I’m still not over the fact that I want those things in the first place. Guess we always want things we can’t have.

I’m so focused on my makeup and my thoughts that I don’t notice Thomus has paused combing his hair. He’s leaning against the doorway to my room, fingers running up and down the teeth of the comb. My eyes flicker back and forth, uneasy that he’s just watching me. I almost believe he’s just looking at my ass, given how I’m leaned over the sink, but no, he’s… watching me do my makeup. I want to groan. He’s probably got a problem with my outfit.

“What?” I ask.

Our eyes meet in the mirror. Then his eyebrows raise and his gaze travels along my body. Ugh, I can’t decide if it makes my skin crawl or tingle.

“Nothing,” he says, but he’s clearly lying.

“What?” I snap again, irritated. “Something wrong with my dress?”

He hesitates and doesn’t return my irritated tone. “That’s what you’re wearing?”

“Yes,” I bite, finishing my mascara. I angrily toss it into the makeup bag before grabbing my toothbrush, squeezing the minty paste onto the bristles. “What’s wrong with it?”

I start brushing my teeth as I wait for his answer. He hesitates again, so I start spewing the worst I can think of. “Is it too much pink? Do I look…” I was gonna say fat, but of course I look fat, that’s a fucking given. “Bad?”

“Not at all,” he says quickly, then much slower, “I just wondered if you were going to be cold.”

I spit out some of the toothpaste/saliva mixture and snort. “Why? Planning on fucking me outside again?”

“No… not outside.”

My skin immediately prickles across my chest and my face burns. My eyes widen for a moment before I take a deep breath, trying to ignore how my heart thumping madly in my chest. When I look at him, he’s already looking at me, waiting for my reaction. Mostly I’m just remembering last time… and the several times I’ve fantasized about it since.

There are several witty responses I could say, but what actually comes out is a garbled, “Really?”

He doesn’t respond, instead turning and disappearing into my room. He returns a moment later to put the comb back.

“Once you’ve changed, I’ll be downstairs,” he says.

I resist the urge to sigh. Whatever it is, I’ll bet I have to redo my makeup.

~*~

The dress he wants me to wear is the one I wore to the Lot fights. I only adorn it with a belt, and leave the neckline as it should be, simply buttoned up to my chest. No tights this time, and he’s lucky I didn’t have to redo my makeup. I added wings on top of the pink eye shadow, so I wouldn’t look entirely like a clown.

He’s waiting for me by the front door and I have to pass him to step into my flats. Then I straighten and turn to him, expectantly waiting for the collar.

Thomus turns to me with his hand in his pocket, and I assume it’s to pull out the collar, but instead he asks, “Are you wearing panties?”

The question takes me by so much surprise that I’m momentarily speechless. When I do find my voice, it’s a jumbled mess of words. “I – um – mm – yes?” I say. “Why?”

He holds his hand out and says with all seriousness, “Hand them over.”

“Why?” I demand again, stepping back. My back hits the front door.

“You won’t be needing them,” he replies.

I snort. “Yes, I do need them. They’re my underwear.”

“Give them to me or I will take them off myself,” he warns.

I swallow hard and grit my teeth, glaring at him. There’s no humor in his expression, just calm expectation.

“Ugh, whatever,” I grumble. I stare pointedly around the room as I lift the sides of the dress, my hands finding purchase at my hips. I quickly slide them down, step out of them, and ball it up into one tight grip before chucking them onto the couch.

“Good,” he says, satisfied. He pulls out the collar and I turn around, already hating feeling exposed underneath my dress. “They’d just get in the way.”

I am both aggravated and intrigued. He said we weren’t fucking outside, so logically that means inside… somewhere. One of the private booths? A dark corner?

And then I’m just… confused. He’d said when he returned from Italy that he didn’t want me to kiss him. I’d assumed that meant he wanted things to go back to the way they were before. He’d said that night was a ‘terrible lack of judgement’.

Okay, maybe – maybe – I can understand. Thomus has to be in denial. He’s got a thing for fat chicks and he doesn’t know what to do about it. Plus, I’m not a pureblood, so let’s throw that into the mix, too. What’s so special about me? I’m everything that he hates, aren’t I?

Though I hardly doubt that me, some American witch who’s gotten herself mixed up in all of this, some girl who’s never had a boyfriend or a lover, could cause such turmoil in Thomus’ life. We’d interacted, what, twice before he just straight up bought me?

Why did he buy me?

I’m torn out of my thoughts when he reaches around me to twist the door handle and pull it open. He’s put the collar on me, and his cloak around his shoulders. We step into the night and I shiver when I feel a breeze ruffle the skirt, drifting up my thighs. I silently cast a warming charm.

He scoops up the leash and leads me down the path. At the barrier, he pulls out his wand, waving it slowly back and forth.

“Aperio Saltus,” he says. The iridescent cloudy shimmer I’d seen earlier today reappears, but fades to nothing where the wooden gate is. I pull up my sleeve and hold my arm out for him to take. He glances down to make sure his fingers touch the tattoo before pulling me through the barrier. He holds onto me when he turns back to the house. “Cludo Saltus.”

The protection spell reforms where we’d passed through and I only realize now that I can’t even see the cottage. It’s disappeared into the dark woods with no defining markers that a cottage exists here at all.

~*~

“Nice one, Alder,” Will says as I sink a striped ball into a corner hole.

“You’ll tell me if we’re winning, right?” I mutter, resuming my stance next to him. This game has been long and I’m not exactly having fun. Will and I are partners, facing Astor and Thomus. There’s only a couple balls left on the table, the 8-ball, the white one, and two plain ones.

“Yes, you’re winning,” Thomus grumbles as he leans over the table, lining up his cue.

“Is that why you’re so grumpy?” I say aloud, crossing my arms, and giving him a pointed look.

He narrows his eyes and gives me a sour look. “Hush – I’m trying to concentrate.”

Just as he turns his gaze away, I stick my tongue out at him. He pulls the stick back, aiming the white ball at one of the plain ones. He light taps the white ball and it shoots forward, bouncing off one of the felted walls to knock against one of the plain balls. It narrowly scoots its way into a hole.

Thomus makes a triumphant gesture and holds the cue stick out for Astor, who’s busy flirting with a lot sitting a drink before him at the small round standing table. Thomus has to poke Astor with the end of his stick before getting him to move. It’s their team’s turn again since they sunk the ball.

Thomus comes to stand next to me while Astor lines up their last shot. “I can think of a few other places for that tongue to go since you’re so willing to have it out.”

I don’t even look at him, but my heart skips and my ears get hot. My eyes flicker over to the sea of couches and chairs where I know we’re going at some point tonight. The whole time we’ve been playing I’ve been overly self-conscious of the way the dress slides between my ass cheeks, almost like it’s doing it on purpose, every time I have to lean over the table. I always hope no one notices, but the way Thomus looks at me… he definitely notices.

Astor sinks their last ball and looks to me and Will. “Better say your prayers now.”

“I know a way to make our game more interesting,” Will says, a mischievous glint to his smirk. “Losing team has to admit the craziest place they’ve ever had sex.”

My eyes widen. Maybe it’s the location, Edinburgh being the current sex capitol of the Death Eaters. Maybe sex is just on the brain for everyone here. It’s definitely on mine.

“You’re on,” Astor says immediately, a dumb goofy grin on his face. Seems like he’s eager to boast about his sex-capades.

Thomus sighs, shooting a glare at Will. “Take your turn so we can get this over with. I’d like to actually have sex rather than talk about it.”

“Touche,” Will chuckles, unbothered by Thomus’ mood. He takes the cue stick I hold out to him and leans over the table. He misses his shot because it was just a bad angle.

Thomus leaves my side, taking the cue from Astor and attempts to save the set up Will had left. He somehow manages to get the white ball lined up just perfectly for the next player… which happens to be me. Will has a big grin on his face because he already knows they lost.

Will passes me the cue stick and without fuss, I easily sink the 8-ball.

“Fantastic!” he beams at me, holding his hand up for a high-five. I give him a small smile and return his celebratory high-five. He turns to the other team. “Well?”

Astor is finishing chugging his drink, but he answers Will with a handsome grin. “Flying carriage, mid-flight.”

The Lot still standing by the small table gasps at his answer and he turns to her, murmuring something into her ear. I wonder where Isobel O’Quinn is tonight.

“Well?” Will asks Thomus, who’s busy setting up the next game.

Thomus hesitates, glancing up at me and then back down again. “Azkaban.”

I know I look shocked, and I peek at Will to make sure I’m not the only one.

“How?” Will asks.

Thomus gives him an exasperated look. “Do I need to explain to you how sex works?’

Will scoffs. “No. I only meant isn’t that place supposed to be full of dementors and like despair?”

“Yes, it is,” Thomus replies smoothly, without hesitation this time. “Astor, are you playing another round? I’d like to win this time.”

Thomus pulls the triangle rack off the set balls, the 8-ball in the middle. He places the white ball in between it and the edge of the table. I walk over to him and line up my shot to break the set.

“Don’t beat me this time or I’ll have to prove my masculinity in other ways,” he says. My quick glance around ensure only I heard that. Will is standing too far away and Astor is still wrapped up in conversation with the Lot.

I snort. “Mustn’t have been all that strong in the first place,” I tease. I push him back gently with my elbow. “Now get out of my way.”

He smirks and steps back. It feels so nice to just simply flirt with him. It makes this round pass a lot quicker than the last, and I wish we’d been doing it a lot sooner.

A few turns go by, and my eyes wander the room like they did before. Before this round, the Lounge had been kind of empty with everyone still gathered in the Main Hall. Now there are more people, more Death Eaters coupled with their Lots scattered around the room.

A couple stands behind us and I accidentally back into the Lot. While I make my apologies and put distance between us, I just so happen to look down and see a tiny scroll, no longer than an inch, on the floor. It’s where the couple had just been standing. They’d adjusted as well, stepping to the side.

When I look up at them, the Lot is looking at the scroll on the floor, too. Her face has paled and she tries to mask her sudden anxiety, but I see it before she does. Her eyes jump up to mine and we both look down at the paper before meeting eyes again.

Silently, I step to the scroll, putting my foot over it.

Relief washes her face, and her eyes start to frantically dart around the room. I look too, trying to see who she’s looking for.

Eventually her eyes land and stay on Charlotte, who’s making her way towards us with a tray full of drinks.

Okay, so I need to get the scroll into my hand and then somehow into Charlotte’s. It doesn’t take a genius to understand that this is some kind of note being passed around the Lots.

My eyes are darting around, trying to come up with a plan. Charlotte’s stopped by someone, she’s still a distance away.

Thomus is focused on the game, as is Will. He’d just taken the cue stick before his turn, so I have time. No one else seems to be paying me any attention either. Except for the girl who’d dropped the scroll, but that’s a given.

Trying to be as casual as possible, I crouch down, pretending to adjust the strap of my flats. I lift my foot enough to grab flattened scroll and tuck it into the palm of my hand. When I straighten, no one’s overtly staring, thank god. Not that they would. Me dropping to adjust an article of clothing isn’t weird human behavior. I’m just paranoid.

Next time I lay eyes on Charlotte, she’s about to make her way past me. Astor’s waving her down, needing another drink. The only plan that pops into my head is a stupid one, but I’m gonna have to give it a go.

As she passes, I pop my foot out in her path. Not to make her fall, just to make her stumble.

My hands jump out to the tray, holding it as she gets her bearings. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were walking by!”

She blinks at me, an uneasy expression on her pretty face. “Don’t worry about it. No harm done.”

“Oh good,” I say, my hands slide to hers still gripping the tray. I quickly slip the tiny paper into a gap between her palm and the edge of the metal.

The subtlest of realizations crosses her face and she simply smiles at me. “Would you like a drink?”

“Not if I’m already being clumsy,” I smile sheepishly.

She nods and continues to Astor. Thomus appears at my side not two seconds later.

“Save the day?” he questions, an eyebrow raised.

I haven’t even had time to quell the adrenaline rush that whole fucking thing just gave me. My hearts racing with joy at my success.

“From disaster? Yes.”

~*~

What feels like forever a time later, after Will and I had beaten them again, Thomus is finally dragging me over to a section of couches. There are a few couples scattered about, their attentions solely focused on each other. It gives me minimal relief knowing that we won’t have an attentive audience, but I’m still practically shaking with nerves. Last time I got carried away by the moment and focused on Thomus. Hopefully I can do that this time too.

Thomus picks a couch, a spot with plenty of room for my legs to spread on either side of him. He sits, his eyes dropping to follow my hands as they lift the hem of my dress so I’m not crawling on it as I straddle him. His thighs feel so strong underneath me as I settle in, a hand on the back of the couch to keeps me steady as I gently lower my weight onto them. As always, I test for his reaction, terrified that it’s too much for him.

He’s not looking at me, though. Well, not at my face. His gaze roams my torso like his hands roam my thighs and hips. The thin fabric of my dress snags on his hands and it feels extra enticing over the areas normally secured by my undies. His fingers slowly trace the curve of my ass and hip and it’s almost as if I were actually naked. They even trail up to the rolls on my waist, an area he’d gotten to know the night we were here last. When his hands explored and worshipped my body as they do now.

That’s how it feels, at least.

Thomus is bent forward, I feel his breath on my chest as his lips kiss around the forgotten leash. His hands move forward, caressing my stomach, moving up to palm my breasts. I shudder when I feel his tongue and teeth lick and nip at the base of my throat. I ache from his attention already, and my hips shift, searching for the right pressure, my bare core spread across his lap. The cool fabric of his pants brushes against my skin.

Some men across the room laugh, and I’m reminded we’re not alone whatsoever. The momentary clear in my aroused haze makes me realize his hands have left my breasts and are now slowly undoing the buttons on the front of my dress.

“Thomus,” I protest, my cheek pressing against his soft curls to speak in his ear. My hands push at his shoulders and he relents, sighing as he sits back against the cushions. My fingers and eyes immediately go to the buttons, assessing the damage.

His hand grabs mine, stalling the rebuttoning. “Don’t touch those.” His voice is husky and I’m surprised to see his pupils are blown out as he looks at me. It’s probably the dim lighting. “I won’t threaten your modesty any further.”

“It’s not modesty,” I correct, shaking my head as if that were ridiculous. Which it is. “I just don’t want to be on display for dozens of men who’re literally strangers.” My body isn’t something that all men want to see and I don’t want their harsh judgement.

“I don’t want you on display for them,” he scoffs. He moves his hands back to my thighs, restarting their journey up my sides. “I want you on display for me.”

“If that’s the case, then why don’t we do this from the privacy of our own home?”

He takes the time to drag his eyes up to meet mine. “Because I enjoy publicly staking claim on what belongs to me.”

I snort and roll my eyes. “Okay, so the tattoo, the leash and collar, and the fact you fucked me in front of a crowd last time wasn’t enough for you?”

As if reminded of their existence, he grabs said leash and pulls on it tightly, yanking me forward so I’m leaning against him. My hands support my weight against the back of the couch, but the new angle adds the precise pressure to my clit that I’d been searching for. I somehow manage to keep the pleasure from being written all over my face. His lips brush my cheek as his free hand presses against the valley between my breasts, pillows against the shape of it.

“I’m insatiable,” Thomus murmurs, his mouth quickly resuming its work against my skin.

Boy oh boy, my monkey brain is quickly winning the battle against my sanity. I release a sigh that borders on a moan as my body embraces being pressed on him. My hips move, rocking and pressing my core against what’s clearly his erection wedged between my thighs. He quickly picks up on my movements, his hands move to my hips, gripping them tightly, encouraging their grinding.

“Does that poor little clit ache to be touched?” His deep voice sends shivers down my body and as if it heard his words, my clit starts to throb. He flexes his hips and I release a quiet little whimper, nodding my head.

“Then touch it for me,” he says and my breath catches in my throat, my body freezing. “I want you to rub that pretty pussy for me.” He pushes back at my hips and I reluctantly leave the safety of his embrace.

My brain scrambles for a reason to object. I know this is the general nature of what we’re here to do, but that? In his lap? Never mind all these people here. My eyes immediately jump to the crowd, looking for faces turned in our direction, gazes providing me with their unwanted attention.

“Remember you’re here for me,” he says darkly, a possessiveness in his eyes. “Not anyone else. You’re going to touch yourself because I want you to.”

“But why?” I ask, my expression full of vulnerability and disbelief.

“Because I want to watch you.” He grabs one of my hands and pushes it against the soft curve of my fupa.

God I wish I could use my Occlumency right now. But if I do, he’ll obviously notice from this close proximity. So I take a few deep controlled breaths to keep myself from freaking out. How did I ever do what I did the first time we came here? I hardly even knew him then.

As I begin to adjust my body – sliding back on his thighs, tilting my hips up, positioning the dress so it won’t be in my way – I run my mouth.

“So exhibitionism, voyeurism, bondage, spanking – what else are you into?” I attempt to make my voice nonchalant, as if what I’m doing isn’t as dirty as I think it is.

He ignores my question, his eyes zeroed in on my hand disappearing beneath the green fabric between my legs. The position is awkward, I feel I need to lean back more, so my hand can have full access, but I don’t want to lose my balance and fall. Talk about calling attention to myself.

I grab one of his hands and put it on the outside of my thigh, near the crook of my knee, and I put the other on the juncture of my hip and waist. He’s already looking at my face when I look at his.

“Don’t let me fall,” I plead, and his grip immediately tightens where I’d placed his hands.

“Never,” he says. His voice is so serious and somehow so reassuring.

I tilt my hips again and lean one hand back on his knee. My dominant hand disappears beneath the dress again. I don’t know what he wants to watch. It’s not like he can see down there.

“You never answered my question,” I state. My fingers find my slit, quickly delving between my lips – holy fuck I’m really wet. I move my arousal up to my clit, rubbing and circling it directly with the lubrication. My scent wafts up into the air between us.

“What question?” he asks, and I wonder if he’s this easily distracted all the time.

I sigh, but I’m not sure if it’s out of pleasure or trying patience. “What’re you into? Like sexually.”

He glances up at me briefly. “You’re asking this now?”

“Seems the perfect time.”

He swallows and his eyes absently drift up as he considers.

“I already know you have a fat fetish, so you don’t have to bring that one up.”

His eyes snap back to me. “A what?”

“Fat fetish,” I enunciate slowly. “Or maybe it’s a kink – I’m not really sure the difference.”

“I don’t have a –“

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, you don’t? What the hell am I then? You telling me that you have a history of being attracted to plus size ladies like myself that I don’t know about?”

I expect him to rebuff me again, but he surprises me with honesty. At least his tone makes it seem like he’s being honest.

“No,” he admits. “It’s a, um, recent development.”

“How recent?” I ask because I’m nosey as shit.

“Are you even touching yourself? You seem awfully distracted.”

It’s true, I am distracted, but I know my body’s subtle reaction to what my hand is administering. My thighs and ass have clenched, my hips slightly rock with every pleasurable jolt my clit sends throughout my body. I tilt my head and lick my lips.

“Yeah, I’m touching myself,” I breathe quietly. “I’m really wet.”

His hips flex beneath me and he lets out a heavy huff through his nose. “Yeah?”

My horny monkey brain is taking the lead on this one. “You wanna taste?”

He lets out the quietest whimper, like he was trying to suppress it. His lips are already parted when he nods.

I sink two fingers inside my core and make sure I give an appropriate gasp as I press them against my g-spot before pulling them out. Thomus’ gaze is full of hunger and want, eager for the middle and ring finger I slip into his mouth. His eyes close as his lips seal around them and his tongue laps at my juices. I let my fingers linger in his mouth, enjoying the hot wet suction.

When I pull them out, my hand goes to the back of his neck and I pull him forward to kiss him. Our lips smash together, tongue and teeth clashing in the fight for dominance. My hand slips down to his belt, quickly freeing him of the confines of his pants. He gasps when I start to stroke him against my palm.

The hand that had been behind my knee easily slips under the dress, his fingers prodding between my legs. I feel his chest shudder and his mouth becomes distracted when he feels just how wet I am. My hips jerk when he presses in on my clit, a little too hard, and I bite his bottom lip. This doesn’t deter him because he sinks two long fingers inside me. It’s my turn to gasp as his thumb presses against my clit and his fingers curl onto my g-spot.

“How’s that feel, my darling?” he murmurs against my lips. I rock my hips and the added pressure of my weight onto his hand makes me crazy.

I grip the base of his cock and drag my hand up it, twisting my palm against his head, smearing a bead of pre-cum. My lips leave his as I kiss my way to his ear. “How’d that feel?”

A light breathy laugh escapes him. “Trying to distract me won’t prevent me from taking an orgasm from you.”

I repeat the strokes of his cock, my tone light and curious. “I thought one is supposed to give someone orgasms. Not take them.”

“You give them to me and I take them from you,” he murmurs. As if to prove his point, his hand pulses, fingers flexing against me. “It’s not complicated – come on, darling.”

His hand on my hip encourages the enticing rocking they’re already starting to do. My cunt is throbbing with need and pleasure begs to be released. I whimper and give into his movements. I don’t go as wild as my instincts are telling me to, but I move just enough to push my orgasm higher and higher until it’s threatening to spill like water over the edge of a tub.

My body stiffens and by some miracle I’m able to orgasm in silence. His hand is rubbing my back as I come down from this high, trying to keep my panting to a minimum.

“Such a good girl,” he purrs into my ear.

Once recovered enough, I push myself away from him, sitting in his lap. He’s got the most irritating, smug grin on his face, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Without realizing it, I glare at him, and his response is to flex his fingers that’re still inside me.

I gasp and quickly grapple for his wrist, lifting my hips to pull his hand away. His hand is practically dripping with me and I put it the best place I can think of. I steer his hand down to his still-stiff cock, wrapping his fingers around it. My hand encloses over his as he shamelessly strokes himself, his breathing hard and his eyes on me. Soon my hand replaces his and I lean forward to kiss him again.

“I need – inside you,” he breathes heavily between kisses. I quickly nod my head, hazy with anticipation. “Rise up for me a little bit?” he asks and I comply while he shimmies further down in his seat. I crawl forward a little bit more, and when I feel him pushing my thigh down, I lower myself until I feel his cock sliding up and down my cunt.

The tip of his head finds my entrance and I slowly start to sink down. When I’m fully seated, his cock stretching me out and pushing deeper than he ever has before, he lets out a long breath.

“Fuck,” he groans. He’s farther away from me now. He’s not lying down, but he might as well be. If I lean forward, I know he’s going to slip out.

I test how much I can move. This is a new position for me, one I’m definitely not comfortable with if I really think about it. My thighs burn when I lift myself up and sink back down on him. I circle my hips, focusing on how he feels moving in me. It feels amazing, but unless I have a finger on my clit, I don’t I could finish. And I already have, which makes the small noises coming from him all the more interesting.

His hands are on me, one behind my knee again, and the other sliding up and down my waist. His hand takes in my body just as his eyes are. I circle my hips again and he looks ready to combust.

I have one hand on the back of the couch to stabilize me, and I bring the other one to his jaw, cupping it. His lust-filled eyes go to my face.

“I got some questions for you,” I say, my voice sounding just as breathless as I feel. “And you’re gonna answer them.”

His jaw locks and he frowns. “Or what?”

“Or…” I lift my hips until only the very head of him is in. “I stop this ride.”

“That’s what you think,” he smirks. His hands are suddenly at my hips, pulling down on them while he pushes his hips up. He sinks all the way back into me and maybe even further, gyrating his hips, and I barely stop myself from crying out. This won’t fucking do.

“No,” I pant. I clamp my legs around him and really let my weight settle on his lap. He lets out a strangled gasp, and I try to tell myself I’m not hurting him, even as the negative thought takes root. “No,” I say again, my voice firmer. “I want answers.”

“What could you possibly want to know?” he grinds out, clearly irritated at being cock-blocked.

I lean forward, as close as I can be to his face. I keep my voice low. “Did you take a potion to do this?”

His eyes, which had fallen to the cleavage bursting out of the dress at this angle, snap to my face. He opens his mouth to speak and I just ignore him. “Or is it like what you said before? This place just makes you horny.”

He closes his mouth, long silent moments passing. I sit back up and grind down on him, squeezing him with those internal muscles. He groans and his hips flex beneath me.

“Answer me,” I breathe. “I’m tired of the back and forth. I just want the truth. I –“

“Yes,” he groans. “Of course it was a bloody lie.” He pushes his hips up again, thighs jostling me. “What does this fucking feel like to you?”

“Well, I don’t know,” I hiss. To regain control, I rise and then lower myself a few times, watching his strained, annoyed face. “It feels like you’ve got a big hard cock for me.”

His hand smartly (and rather loudly) smacks me on my ass. “Ten points for Thunderbird.”

“What does that even mean?”

I circle my hips again and he hisses. “I’ll explain it later.”

“Why lie in the first place?” I demand. “Why say all of those awful fucking things to me right after we –“

“Because I’m not supposed to –“

“Right, you’re not supposed to find me attractive, but you do, right?” I grind down on him again on impulse.

“If that wasn’t fucking obvious,” he groans.

“But if that’s the case then – then why – do you – do you hate me?” I ask. I know our words won’t be overheard because of how softly we’re speaking, but my hearts pounding with nerves. I shouldn’t be having this conversation here. I shouldn’t be having it at all. My words aren’t indicative of the type of relationship we’re supposed to have. Master and servant, master and slave, Death Eater and sex slave. I speak as if we’re already equals.

Narcissa said to ignore what he says, and if I do that, then his actions imply that he… that he doesn’t hate me.

And I really want him to not hate me.

I’m lost in my thoughts, my eyes focused on his chest and not his face. I’m too terrified of what I’ll see there.

“Lift up,” he simply says, and I finally look at him. His expression is concentrated, intense focus. I raise my hips, pulling off of him, and he shoves himself back up in his seat. He doesn’t settle though, instead he pushes at me so forcefully, I’m lying on my back along the couch.

I don’t have time to see if anyone’s watching because he’s on me in the next instant. He settles between my legs, pushing my dress up enough for him to slide into me again. He plants a head next to my head and the other on the edge, keeping me trapped.

Thomus lowers his head and lips are on mine in the next second, taking taking taking. Taking the air from my lungs, the soul from my body, any sense I’d had left. He pumps his hips against me, his cock rolling deep and sure inside me. I moan into his kiss.

He finally pulls his mouth away, his lips finding my ear. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he rasps. He slams into me again, this time so hard my whole body jolts. It feels so fucking good.

“This fucking body – I wanna sink my teeth into every glorious inch,” he’s starting to sound like a man possessed as he whispers in my ear, but my god I’m not gonna fucking stop him. He rocks into me, his pelvis angled just right – how the fuck does he get it right every time? “And your hair. This bloody beautiful color that makes your eyes so fucking green. Did you know I found strands of it wrapped around my cock in Italy? Couldn’t even escape you there.”

His breath is hot and fast against my neck as his pace starts to pick up. He’s close to losing it and so am I. This is a wild, feral version of Thomus that I haven’t seen before. Experiencing him like this is beyond what I’d hoped for.

Because my brain likes to remind me of things at the most inconvenient times, my eyes open to double check we’re not being watched, and the air in my lungs freezes when I see fucking Rodolphus sitting in an armchair a few feet away. Our eyes meet and he smirks, raising an eyebrow.

My hands – they’d been clutching at Thomus’ side and arm – release their grip and pat him to get his attention.

“Thomus,” I gasp when he doesn’t acknowledge me.

He only fucks me harder. “Say it again, darling.”

“Thomus,” I moan, my eyes closing. The orgasm that had been rising suddenly crests, the pleasure crashing over my body in a quick flush. Like I’d been dumped with hot bath water.

Thomus’ teeth sink into my shoulder as he finishes. I open my eyes and Rodolphus is gone. Thankfully, Thomus’ brain returns and he pulls out. He quickly sits up, pulling my dress over my legs. He takes my hand and pulls me up, too.

Then his hands are cupping my face and he’s kissing me. It’s tender, gentle, unlike the absolute wild fucking I just received. But that’s okay. I’m okay with both.

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Essay: Harry and Hermione’s chemistry

We all know that Emma and Daniel had excellent chemistry so Harry and Hermione naturally had great chemistry in the movies. It was quite obviously visible. But many book readers have claimed that Harry and Hermione’s chemistry only exists in the movies and they felt they lacked chemistry in the books. It can be quite tricky at first since the book scenes are only imagined in our heads and we can’t see the author’s imagination and her views on the scenes and interactions. But, luckily, canon has provided us with plenty of evidence that Harry and Hermione had excellent chemistry, visible to many people around them. Let’s take a look:

“That was a really horrible trick of Hermione Granger’s,” said Cho fiercely. “She should have told us she’d jinxed that list —”

“I think it was a brilliant idea,” said Harry coldly. Cho flushed and her eyes grew brighter.

“Oh yes, I forgot — of course, if it was darling Hermione’s idea —”

“Don’t start crying again,” said Harry warningly.

It’s very obvious that Cho has noticed how close Harry and Hermione are and she’s jealous, even suspicious that there’s something going on between them. It’s clear that whatever interaction between Harry and Hermione Cho has witnessed, they had chemistry.

If this was all of our evidence of H/Hr’s chemistry, I’d ignore it and assume Cho was only jealous because of their disastrous date when Harry left Cho to see Hermione. Perhaps most of her jealousy came from that scene. But this isn’t all of our evidence. We see even more people being jealous and getting suspicious about H/Hr’s relationship:

When at last they had reached a quiet stretch of ground a short way from the Beauxbatons horses’ paddock, Krum stopped in the shade of the trees and turned to face Harry.

“I vant to know,” he said, glowering, “vot there is between you and Hermyown-ninny.”

Harry, who from Krum’s secretive manner had expected something much more serious than this, stared up at Krum in amazement.

“Nothing,” he said. But Krum glowered at him, and Harry, somehow struck anew by how tall Krum was, elaborated.

“We’re friends. She’s not my girlfriend and she never has been. It’s just that Skeeter woman making things up.”

“Hermy-own-ninny talks about you very often,” said Krum, looking suspiciously at Harry.

“Yeah,” said Harry, “because we’re friends.”

He couldn’t quite believe he was having this conversation with Viktor Krum, the famous International Quidditch player. It was as though the eighteen-year-old Krum thought he, Harry, was an equal — a real rival —

Very interesting indeed. Not only is Krum so jealous that he’s “glowering” (”have an angry or sullen look on one's face; scowl”) at Harry, he also doesn’t believe Harry that he’s just friends with Hermione, even after he explained it very clearly. He still adds how much Hermione talks about Harry, he’s looking suspicious and feels the need of a reconfirmation that H/Hr are not dating. It’s possible that Rita Skeeter’s articles are influencing his thoughts and sure, Hermione talks about Harry a lot (already indicating that she’s very passionate about Harry, we talk about things we like, or feel strong emotions about) and that could be the only thing that makes Krum “suspicious” about H/Hr but would he really still be that jealous if there was absolutely no chemistry between Harry and Hermione? This is definitely a clue on Harry and Hermione’s chemistry in the books.

Another extremely interesting detail is that Harry is enjoying this. He likes the idea of Krum being his equal, a rival! This has nothing to do with their chemistry, of course, but it’s definitely suspicious...

Still think there’s no chemistry between them? Here’s another person who noticed that Harry and Hermione were very close, a little too close:

Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school.

So Colin Creevey noticed how much time they spend together, but I just can’t believe that’s the only thing making him believe they’re in love! There has to be some noticeable chemistry between them to come to this conclusion.

I know it’s Rita Skeeter assuming that H/Hr are so close only because they’re dating, but Colin probably told her more than it’s written here. Would Rita believe Colin that Harry and Hermione are boyfriend and girlfriend merely because he said they hang out often? I don’t think so. I think Colin elaborated on his suspicions of H/Hr. But maybe it was just one of Rita Skeeter’s exaggerations. Either way, there’s more proof of their chemistry:

“Are you going to tell us — ?”

Hermione shook her head warningly and glanced at Mrs. Weasley.

“Hello, Hermione,” said Mrs. Weasley, much more stiffly than usual.

“Hello,” said Hermione, her smile faltering at the cold expression on Mrs. Weasley’s face.

Harry looked between them, then said, “Mrs. Weasley, you didn’t believe that rubbish Rita Skeeter wrote in Witch Weekly, did you? Because Hermione’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh!” said Mrs. Weasley. “No — of course I didn’t!”

But she became considerably warmer toward Hermione after that.

So even Molly believed that Harry and Hermione were boyfriend and girlfriend (and Hermione had ‘broken Harry’s heart’)? Come on, their chemistry was so noticeable that even Molly thought it was believable enough. ...Although Molly does believe everything that newspapers and magazines say. And maybe she didn’t know them well enough because she assumed Hermione could break Harry’s heart.

Still don’t believe that Harry and Hermione had lots of chemistry in the books? Maybe you’re right, we need to actually see the chemistry, not just have others notice it. And guess what? We do get to see their chemistry. This often happens when Ron becomes suspicious of a possible H/Hr relationship. Ron, their closest friend who knows basically everything about them, suspects that Harry and Hermione are secretly in love. And he is quite rightly suspicious of them when we have moments like these demonstrating their perfect chemistry in the books:

“We’ll go down after Quidditch,” Harry assured her. He too was missing Hagrid, although like Ron he thought that they were better off without Grawp in their lives. “But trials might take all morning, the number of people who have applied.” He felt slightly nervous at confronting the first hurdle of his Captaincy. “I dunno why the team’s this popular all of a sudden.”

“Oh, come on, Harry,” said Hermione, suddenly impatient. “It’s not Quidditch that’s popular, it’s you! You’ve never been more interesting, and frankly, you’ve never been more fanciable.”

Ron gagged on a large piece of kipper. Hermione spared him one look of disdain before turning back to Harry.

“Everyone knows you’ve been telling the truth now, don’t they? The whole Wizarding world has had to admit that you were right about Voldemort being back and that you really have fought him twice in the last two years and escaped both times. And now they’re calling you ‘the Chosen One’ — well, come on, can’t you see why people are fascinated by you?”

Harry was finding the Great Hall very hot all of a sudden, even though the ceiling still looked cold and rainy.

“And you’ve been through all that persecution from the Ministry when they were trying to make out you were unstable and a liar. You can still see the marks on the back of your hand where that evil woman made you write with your own blood, but you stuck to your story anyway. . . .”

“You can still see where those brains got hold of me in the Ministry, look,” said Ron, shaking back his sleeves.

“And it doesn’t hurt that you’ve grown about a foot over the summer either,” Hermione finished, ignoring Ron.

“I’m tall,” said Ron inconsequentially.

Wow. Hermione really made up a whole monologue about Harry being fanciable and attractive! If this conversation doesn’t convince you that there was chemistry between them, probably nothing will. Let’s analyze this scene:

Hermione starts talking about Harry and how fanciable he is, how interesting he is, how attractive looks and qualities he has, going on and on... Hermione is clearly showing her interest in Harry and basically flirting with him. But what interests me is this moment:

Harry was finding the Great Hall very hot all of a sudden, even though the ceiling still looked cold and rainy.

He’s actually blushing. Hermione’s compliments have a very obvious effect on him. But something that fascinates me more is the way this is written. He isn’t just blushing, no. Harry never said something like:

Harry was feeling his face growing very hot all of a sudden.

Instead, we have the Great Hall going “very hot”. It isn’t just his face and his blush, it’s the whole hall. This indicates clear tension between Harry and Hermione.

You could say that all of these compliments that Hermione is giving Harry are just facts and reasons why other girls find him attractive. But this isn’t the case. There’s obvious romantic tension between them.

Another thing to note is Ron’s jealousy. He “gags on a large piece of kipper” and he keeps interrupting Hermione, saying and showing why he is fanciable too. The chemistry is undeniable at this point.

You could argue that Hermione was complimenting Harry to make Ron jealous, that his suspicions were expected and intended. And it does seem so at first sight: Hermione compliments Harry in front of Ron, also being very impatient as if she had been planning this conversation, as well as pointing out lots of “fanciable” things that apply to Ron as well (the scars, the height), ignoring Ron to make him more jealous. You may be tricked into thinking so. But this isn’t the case.

First of all, if she wanted to make Ron jealous, don’t you think Hermione would’ve been enjoying the reaction? Why is she giving him these “looks of disdain”(note that this isn’t the first time she has given him nasty looks)? Wouldn’t she be looking away from him, smiling to herself? At least looking a little pleased?

And if she really wanted to make Ron jealous, why would she use Harry of everyone? Maybe because he and Ron had a lot of similarities that could be convenient for making him jealous? But this isn’t like Hermione at all. This isn’t her technique of making people jealous.

“What’s happened to you?” asked Harry, for Hermione looked distinctly disheveled, rather as though she had just fought her way out of a thicket of Devil’s Snare.

“Oh, I’ve just escaped — I mean, I’ve just left Cormac,” she said. “Under the mistletoe,” she added in explanation, as Harry continued to look questioningly at her.

“Serves you right for coming with him,” he told her severely.

“I thought he’d annoy Ron most,” said Hermione dispassionately. “I debated for a while about Zacharias Smith, but I thought, on the whole —”

“You considered Smith?” said Harry, revolted.

“Yes, I did, and I’m starting to wish I’d chosen him, McLaggen makes Grawp look a gentleman. Let’s go this way, we’ll be able to see him coming, he’s so tall. . . .”

Hermione picks the people Ron despises the most to make him jealous - like Cormac McLaggen and Zacharias Smith. Hermione had no reason to use Harry to make Ron jealous. She had no reason to make Ron jealous at all. So that argument is definitely debunked.

Could Hermione have told Harry all of these things because she really didn’t mean them and was just pointing them out from a different teenage girl’s point of view? That just can’t be the case. Otherwise she would’ve been complimenting Ron too. If the only purpose for this speech was to show Harry his attractive traits, she would’ve laughed at Ron’s remarks and agreed that he was fanciable too in other girls’ eyes because he had many of the same “fanciable” traits.

So Hermione was definitely showing her attraction towards Harry which is also made obvious by Harry’s reaction to it and the romantic tension between them that even Ron couldn’t deny.

Believe it or not, this isn’t the only moment when Harry and Hermione are literally flirting. Take a look at another scene of Ron third wheeling Harry and Hermione and looking suspicious:

As they came into the castle they spotted Cormac McLaggen entering the Great Hall. It took him two attempts to get through the doors; he ricocheted off the frame on the first attempt. Ron merely guffawed gloatingly and strode off into the Hall after him, but Harry caught Hermione’s arm and held her back.

“What?” said Hermione defensively.

“If you ask me,” said Harry quietly, “McLaggen looks like he was Confunded this morning. And he was standing right in front of where you were sitting.” Hermione blushed.

“Oh, all right then, I did it,” she whispered. “But you should have heard the way he was talking about Ron and Ginny! Anyway, he’s got a nasty temper, you saw how he reacted when he didn’t get in — you wouldn’t have wanted someone like that on the team.”

“No,” said Harry. “No, I suppose that’s true. But wasn’t that dishonest, Hermione? I mean, you’re a prefect, aren’t you?”

“Oh, be quiet,” she snapped, as he smirked.

“What are you two doing?” demanded Ron, reappearing in the doorway to the Great Hall and looking suspicious.

“Nothing,” said Harry and Hermione together, and they hurried after Ron. The smell of roast beef made Harry’s stomach ache with hunger, but they had barely taken three steps toward the Gryffindor table when Professor Slughorn appeared in front of them, blocking their path.

Try denying their chemistry here.

Just imagine two (straight) friends of the opposite gender, the boy grabbing the girl’s arm and turning her around (the tension!!!) and her acting all defensive, and then the boy telling her something that makes her blush and admit something while whispering. Then the boy jokingly teasing her about it and smirking while the girl tells him to be quiet playfully. Yeah, that’s called flirting and they have extremely obvious chemistry.

The funnier part is Ron noticing this and suspiciously confronting Harry and Hermione while they quickly say “nothing” at the same time and catch up with him.

I don’t think an explanation is even necessary, anyone who denies their chemistry in this scene is basically lying to themselves and is willingly blinding themselves.

Here’s another interesting scene from HBP with Ron getting jealous of H/Hr’s chemistry once again:

Malfoy looked rather as he had done the time Hermione had punched him in the face. Hermione turned to Harry with a radiant expression and whispered, “Did you really tell him I’m the best in the year? Oh, Harry!”

“Well, what’s so impressive about that?” whispered Ron, who for some reason looked annoyed. “You are the best in the year — I’d’ve told him so if he’d asked me!”

Hermione smiled but made a “shhing” gesture, so that they could hear what Slughorn was saying. Ron looked slightly disgruntled.

Here Harry and Hermione’s chemistry isn’t really made clear but just look at the way Hermione turns to Harry. He literally sees her expression as “radiant” (this adjective has also been used to describe Ginny’s smile) and Hermione looks simply delighted. They were clearly having a great moment here, so good, in fact, that Ron becomes jealous and annoyed and tries to pretend Harry’s compliment wasn’t a big deal. He compliments Hermione the same way as Harry did but she doesn’t have such a “radiant” smile this time, does she? Instead she shushes him(poor Ron just wanted attention from his future wife!). Ron has every right to be disgruntled in this scene.

This is the third time in HBP that Ron is third-wheeling Harry and Hermione. Whether anti-H/Hrs want to admit it or not, Ron is a third-wheel to Harry and Hermione very often and becomes very jealous of their chemistry. JKR, it really isn’t funny, where are the R/Hr flirting moments? They’re supposed to be the endgame couple, aren’t they? Why do you have so many moments between Harry and Hermione when they’re clearly flirting and demonstrating what excellent chemistry looks like?

Apparently, Harry and Hermione have had such chemistry in the past that, even when they’re not flirting, Ron still becomes suspicious of Harry and Hermione’s ‘possible secret relationship’:

“Because she was crying,” Harry continued heavily.

“Oh,” said Ron, his smile fading slightly. “Are you that bad at kissing?”

“Dunno,” said Harry, who hadn’t considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. “Maybe I am.”

“Of course you’re not,” said Hermione absently, still scribbling away at her letter.

“How do you know?” said Ron in a sharp voice.

“Because Cho spends half her time crying these days,” said Hermione vaguely. “She does it at mealtimes, in the loos, all over the place.”

Ron suspected that Harry and Hermione had kissed before. His suspects are quite obvious, judging from the tone of his voice. No matter how insecure Ron is, he is still their best friend, he should know that they’re not interested into each other romantically. But it seems like it’s so apparent to everyone that Harry and Hermione have something going on.

Here’s another moment showing us Harry and Hermione’s chemistry:

“Harry!” Hermione cried.

“I know!” Harry shouted. Unable to contain himself, he punched the air; it was more than he had dared to hope for. He strode up and down the tent, feeling that he could have run a mile; he did not even feel hungry anymore. Hermione was squashing Phineas Nigellus’s portrait back into the beaded bag; when she had fastened the clasp she threw the bag aside and raised a shining face to Harry.

“The sword can destroy Horcruxes! Goblin-made blades imbibe only that which strengthen them — Harry, that sword’s impregnated with basilisk venom!”

“And Dumbledore didn’t give it to me because he still needed it, he wanted to use it on the locket —”

“— and he must have realized they wouldn’t let you have it if he put it in his will —”

“— so he made a copy —”

“— and put a fake in the glass case —”

“— and he left the real one — where?”

They gazed at each other; Harry felt that the answer was dangling invisibly in the air above them, tantalizingly close. Why hadn’t Dumbledore told him? Or had he, in fact, told Harry, but Harry had not realized it at the time?

“Think!” whispered Hermione. “Think! Where would he have left it?”

“Not at Hogwarts,” said Harry, resuming his pacing.

“Somewhere in Hogsmeade?” suggested Hermione.

“The Shrieking Shack?” said Harry. “Nobody ever goes in there.”

“But Snape knows how to get in, wouldn’t that be a bit risky?”

“Dumbledore trusted Snape,” Harry reminded her.

“Not enough to tell him that he had swapped the swords,” said Hermione.

“Yeah, you’re right!” said Harry, and he felt even more cheered at the thought that Dumbledore had had some reservations, however faint, about Snape’s trustworthiness. “So, would he have hidden the sword well away from Hogsmeade, then? What d’you reckon, Ron? Ron?”

Harry looked around. For one bewildered moment he thought that Ron had left the tent, then realized that Ron was lying in the shadow of a lower bunk, looking stony.

Just look at the intensity of this scene!

Firstly, when Harry and Hermione find out exciting news, they figure it out themselves and alone, they didn’t even think of Ron. Then look at how happy Harry and Hermione are feeling, their hopes high, their spirits lifted, their excitement causing the tension! Hermione’s face is “shining”!

Then they start discussing, knowing what the other is thinking and finishing each other’s sentences! The way they interact is precious, they’re “gazing” at each other, feeling something “tantalizingly close.” They start whispering. It’s so intense and full of tension and chemistry. They’re so excited. They even completely forgot about Ron(I feel so bad for him), Harry even thought that he had left.

This is one of the strongest Harmione scenes ever, the chemistry between them is incomparable to anyone else’s. Just imagine being Ron right now, watching the love of your life have this intense conversation with your and her best friend, sharing this exciting moment, experiencing all of this without you. And you just sit there and watch. Just watch. Ron’s jealousy, intensified by the horcrux, was the one thing that made him leave Harry and Hermione in the tent. And Ron did have a reason to be jealous.

So they do have chemistry in the books, everyone sees it, including Harry and Hermione’s dates, their closest friend, their “families”, their fans. Everyone except for anti-Harmiones. I tried making up excuses for why others assume Harry and Hermione are together, that maybe I’m misinterpreting something and it’s not because of their chemistry. But when you put everything together, it should become obvious. You have to be insanely biased and willingly ignore everything to come to the conclusion that they don’t have any chemistry.

I’m not even going in detail about physical contact between them. It would take too long. They grab each other’s hand/arm, they hold onto each other for strength and protect each other, they’re very comfortable with hugs and kisses and their physical connection is another piece of proof of their undeniable chemistry.

Even JKR has admitted that they had some “charged moments” in DH in the tent, which is her way of saying that they had intense chemistry:

[Kloves] felt a certain pulll between them at that point. And I think he's right. There are moments when [Harry and Hermione] touch, which are charged moments. One when she touches his hair as he sits on the hiltop reading about Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and [two] the moment when they walk out of the graveyard with their arms around each other. Now the fact is that Hermione shares moments with Harry that Ron will never be able to participate in. He walked out. She shared something very intense with Harry. So I think it could have gone that way.

In conclusion, Harry and Hermione have excellent chemistry in the books, even better and stronger than in the movies. None of the movie scenes showed their chemistry with this intensity. Their romantic tension was much better in the books. Harry and Hermione have chemistry.

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dracowars · 3 years

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Really love your draco ficsss 🤗🤗🤗 i was wondering if you can make one before the war where draco obliviated reader then looks for her after the war aaaa would love to see your take on ittt tag me

remember me | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,8k

summary: where draco obliviates y/n

a/n: while doing research for this one i didn’t even know that when you use obliviate, you can’t reverse it anymore if you’ve used the wand for another spell :o i guess you always learn something new lmao @belladaises i hope you like it! <3

warnings: angst, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

Footsteps and screams echo through the dark corridors of Hogwarts as Draco finds himself in one of the hallways after apparating there mere seconds ago. Getting to the right place at the right time, he immediately gets hold of some of the Slytherins, including his friends, whom he pulls with him, informing them about his – or rather Lord Voldemort’s – plan. Draco knows what he has to do, but he also knows the consequences his actions will have.

His hands are shaking, and he is having a difficult time to breathe after they walked from one side of the castle to the other, wands drawn and always at the ready in case there are any emergencies or incidents on their way. What Draco did not expect, however, is that he will find you along his way.

With a pained expression on your face, you lean against one of the cold brick walls, about to lose your footing and to fall to the ground when Draco is already at your side and catches you in his arms before you can hit the hard floor. Previously, he quickly ordered Blaise and Goyle to move on without him and wait for him until he is done here. Carefully, Draco sinks to the ground with you and places you close to him in order to be able to take a closer look at you.

“Y/N! Y/N, what happened?”, he asks you with concern in his voice and already reproaches himself internally for not being here to fight by your side. But he knows that he can’t. After all, you are on the opposite sides in this terrible war.

Slowly, you raise your head and do not seem to recognize him at first, until your vision clears, and you look directly into his worried face. You immediately push yourself closer to him, his closeness bringing you some calmness and making you feel protected and safe, although walls are blown up around you while wizards and witches give their lives in the bitter fight for Hogwarts.

“D-Draco? You are here”, you breath out, your voice rough and strained from your previous screams. You had split up into groups to face the Death Eaters, but you were separated from them when a part of the ceiling fell down, several pieces burying you beneath them. The hope that is now reflected in your eyes upon seeing him, here and with you, breaks Draco’s heart. You really think he is on your side.

It is only when you groan in pain that Draco realizes that you are clutching your leg, which is covered in blood.

“Come on, I will get you out of here”, he whispers to you and helps you straighten up, the guilt plaguing him. You are badly injured, and he was not here to prevent you from getting hurt. Carefully, he puts your arm around his shoulder so you can move faster together than if he would carry you. Since it is not anything than safe here right now, Draco hurries to get you out of there as fast as possible.

“It is not as bad as it looks. I promise”, you try to calm him down, but once your foot touches the ground you twitch in insufferable pain and pull your foot back with a hiss, your hand immediately going to your tigh where it hurts the most.

“What happened?”

“I was careless and then a part of the ceiling buried me beneath it.”

The shock on Draco’s face is enormous when he realizes what could have happened, how it could have ended with you laying under masses of bricks with no one knowing. That he could and still can lose you in this bitter war for life and death. Briefly, he carefully inspects your leg – broken – and without any hesitation, he picks you up in his arms and carries you to a safer place. The safest place would probably be where all students, who do not fight, are hiding, but if Draco asked you about it, he would have to pass this very important piece of information on. And thus, he would also leave you to a terrible fate.

“You are safe here. For the time being”, he finally says as he places you at the end of a staircase that no longer leads to where it originally should, and kneels down in front of you, stroking his hand over your cheek lovingly. Shaking, you place your own on top of his and press his palm to your skin to feel its warmth.

“Draco, if we make it to the seventh floor then-“

“Do not tell me. Please”, he almost begs you. His pleading leaves you puzzled and slowly but surely makes you doubt why he is actually here. Gently, Draco takes your hand in his and places a delicate kiss on your knuckles. You sadly watch him until you bring up the courage to ask this one question that burns on your tongue.

“Why are you here, Draco?”

The realization hits you like a train, much more painful than the pain in your leg, when he just looks at you with glassy eyes and fails to give you an answer. Tears well up in your eyes when you notice that you no longer have your loving boyfriend in front of you, but your enemy.

“Why, Draco?”, you ask him desperately, the first tear already finding its way down your cheek, but Draco does not have the heart to look into your eyes, too scared to see the pain and disappointment in them. Sighing, he shakes his head, letting it sink.

“Everything will be fine, I promise”, he manages to say while his heart contracts in pain. Suddenly, he perceives voices that are still far away, but he hears them coming closer. With trembling hands, he reaches for your wand, which is sticking out of your boot as he has made his final decision. Confused, you look back and forth between him and the wand in his hand.

“What are you going to do? D-Draco? You do not have to do this”, you stutter out as he looks directly at you with his gray eyes which seem much darker now. Gray eyes that once shone with so much affection and now only radiate a tremendous coldness that makes you shudder.

“Now listen carefully to what I say, Y/N. You have to promise me that you will not use your wand anymore”, Draco explains to you, but you can only look at him speechlessly while tears run down your cheeks in waterfalls, not knowing what he will do next.

“I am so sorry”, is the last thing he says to you before casting a spell. “Obliviate.”

With these words, Draco pulls any memories you have of him out of your mind. Every shared laughter, every shared grief, he frees you from all of it. He frees you from the burden of ever knowing him.

With one quick movement he puts your wand back in its original place and quickly stands up, watching how your face loses all emotion as you abruptly stop crying over nothing. Before he can regret his decision, he turns away from you and looks into the corridor from which he previously heard the voices. At the other end of the corridor, he discovers Neville Longbottom, who is running through Hogwarts with some students. Clenching his fists, Draco walks in the middle of the corridor, facing them from afar.

“Neville!”, Draco shouts as loud as he can, immediately gaining Neville’s attention, who now comes running towards him with his wand drawn, ready to attack. Draco swiftly runs back to where you still lean against the wall, but just as Neville turns around the corner, Draco disapparates to another part of Hogwarts.

You are safe at last.

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Surrounded by nothing but rubble and ashes, Draco wanders through the last remains of Hogwarts alone. His clothes are torn apart, and his face is soiled – all signs of the bitter fight that took place here before. But now it is over. They lost.

But Draco does not care who won or lost. He chose to switch sides in the end anyway. All he wants now is one more thing: to find you and to make sure you are okay. Every time he trips over a lifeless body on the ground, he looks away in fear that he may recognize your face in one of the corpses. Pressing his hand against his aching left shoulder, he walks into what is left of the Great Hall and a glimmer of hope builds inside of him as he recognizes Neville standing in the middle of it.

Quickening his pace, Draco walks towards him, his gaze fixed on the people he is currently talking to. When Draco gets to them, however, his heart sinks and panic pervades him as he does not see you. You are not here.

Desperately searching for any signs of you, he looks around, his pulse getting faster by the second, until Neville finally taps on his shoulder and points to somewhere behind him. Draco turns around immediately, only to see you limp into the Great Hall with the help of Ginny Weasley, improvised stabilization around your broken leg.

Tears of joy well up in Draco’s eyes and he cannot help but run up to you and close you in a tight hug that almost knocks the both of you off your feet. Draco exhales in relief, clutching his arms around your fragile body, glad to hold you in his arms again, until he notices that you are trying to push him away.

Realization his Draco and he abruptly moves away from you.

“What was that supposed to mean?”, you ask him reproachfully, irritated as to why Draco Malfoy almost suffocated you in a hug.

“I- Well-“, he stutters, but the fact that you actually do not know him anymore is driving an ache through Draco’s chest again. “Where is your wand?”

“Excuse me?”, you huff out, the confusion evident on your face, but Draco quickly reaches for you wand before you can react, which pokes out of your boot, as always. Internally praying that you listened to him and did not use it when he was not by your side, he reverses the Memory Charm and watches a white streak touch your temple, piercing through your skin before vanishing completely.

You blink once, then a few times rapidly, adjusting your eyes to the light and when your gaze falls on Draco, tears well up in your eyes right away.

“Thank God”, Draco sighs in relief and hugs you tightly, but this time you actually return the hug. Weeping, you claw your hands into his shirt, your tears wetting the fabric, whispering what an idiot he had been and that he should never do this to you again. But at this moment nothing else matters.

You survived and found each other again despite the difficulties and obstacles. And from now on nothing and no one will separate you again. Ever.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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Give her the life I never had; Harry Potter x child reader

*Author’s note*

So this came from my Wattpad requests and this is my first Harry potter (character not fandom) fic that I have written so I hope I didn’t mess this up for any hardcore Potterheads out there. So this takes place during the Battle at Hogwarts so expect some death and violence involved, other than that not really much anything really. I know it’s been awhile since my last update but I hope to pick up the pace and post up some more stuff and then HOPEFULLY open up requests here since I know you all have been waiting patiently for that.

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It was finally over. All of it. Voldemort was now dead, the Death eaters defeated, and now the Elder wand was destroyed and lost to the sea. I looked towards the ruins of Hogwarts knowing that the stone and walls can be rebuilt, some of our friends would be able to heal their physical wounds, however some mental wounds won’t.

The Weasleys they’ll always have to live with Fred’s death for the rest of their life and grieve over the fact he’ll never come back, especially George. I had seen just how close their brotherly bond was, even when they had nothing they had each other, now George was gonna have to make do on his own, if he could.

And Hermione, while she doesn’t want us to know I had a feeling at what she had done to protect her muggle parents, thankfully with her and Ron seeming to repair their growing relationship, I know the Weasley’s will welcomingly be the family she needs now more than ever.

As I walked along the school grounds that’s when I came across (Y/n) getting looked over by one of the healers. When she looked towards me, she gently smiled and I smiled softly back at her thinking back on how I found her in all this chaos.

The battle was pure hell. Spells and curses being blasted, bodies dropping like flies, and rubble from the school walls crumbling down as repercussions from the spells firing out.

I had pushed back a Death Eater with an Stupefy spell which sent him flying all the way across the Great Hall. Another death eater soon came right at me but I quickly disposed of his wand first before giving him the paralyzing spell.

That’s when I heard it. The sound of a young girl crying. I quickly ran around the corridor and saw just down the stairs where I once found the Mirror of Erised, a young girl around maybe her 1-2nd year hovering over an older girl who looked almost like her but had longer hair. The young girl with shorter hair was weeping hysterically as she kept crying.

“Liz? Lizzie. Get up sis. Oh please get up.” From the pale skin and the soulless eyes that Lizzie had, I knew immediately she had been hit with the Killing curse. Cautiously I walked over to her and said.

“Are you alright?” the young girl looked up at me and she sniffled.

“Yes. But my sister she—she won’t wake up yet her eyes are open.” Knowing how I hadn’t learned of the 3 unforgiving curses until my 4th year at Hogwarts, she must’ve not known what exactly happened to her sister.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”

“Well (Y/n), I…….I’m afraid to tell you this but……..your sister’s—she’s dead.”

“What? No but….if she were dead her eyes would be shut, the spell that hit her just made her collapse. Like the paralysis spell.”

“But it wasn’t a blue light that hit her, was it?” she looked back down at her sister and touched her cheek. “I’m afraid it was the most dangerous of all unforgiving curses. The Killing Curse.” She sniffled and hugged her sister’s corpse and choked out.

“But—she was…..she’s all I have left!” I looked around and two more Death eaters spotted us.

“Get behind me.” I urged (Y/n). Without question she got behind me and I held out my wand and as they charged toward us I called out, “Stupefy!” which sent one Death eater flying backwards but then I felt a shock to my hand which sent my wand flying towards the second Death eater’s hand. She sneered at me but then a voice exclaimed.

“Petrificus Totalus!” the female Death eater soon went stiff and fell to the ground. I turned and saw that it was (Y/n) who had casted the curse. I ran over and took my wand back from the witch and told her.

“Come on. We can’t stay here.” She took one last look at her sister. I knew she was hesitant to leave her but if she remained here, she’d be a sitting duck. “Your sister would want you safe (Y/n).” she turned to me and nodded before taking my hand and we raced out of the hallway.

Together the two of us worked together to fend off the oncoming Death Eaters, but one Death eater used an Inferno spell which burnt (Y/n)’s arm pretty bad. I shielded her from the next oncoming Inferno attack but the heat of the flames was almost too strong for me to hold back. That’s when a wave of water came and extinguished the flames and the Death Eater was flown backwards till his back hit a column and he collapsed dead.

We turned and there stood Professor McGonagall.

“Professor.”

“Harry, Ms. (L/n) are you both alright?”

“I am, (Y/n) however got burnt on her arm.” She walked up to us and she examined (Y/n)’s arm. She let out a painful hiss and the Professor said.

“I’ll take care of her from here Potter.”

“Thank you Professor.” Just as I was about to leave, I felt a hand grab the sleeve of my shirt and I saw that it was (Y/n).

“Thank you, Harry Potter.” I smiled down at her and nodded to her. She released my sleeve and I ran off to finally end this once and for all.

I walked over to her just as the healer cleared her off and moved onto the next student that needed medical treatment. I sat down beside her and asked her.

“How are you doing (Y/n)?”

“Shaky but—alive.” She softly scoffed. “But at what cost? My sister’s dead. She was the only family I had left. Now the ministry will probably put me in the Magic for Orphans facility, and with me almost being a teenager, no one will want me.”

I was probably the only one who knew what she must be going through. Even though we were orphaned in different circumstances, we still lost our loved ones to Voldemort. Now I must be crazy because I had no clear idea of what to do next but what I did know was that I couldn’t leave (Y/n) alone anymore.

“What if—” I started off by saying. “What if you…had someone to look after you?”

“But, but Harry I—I have no other living relatives. It’s always just been me and my sister since our parents died three years ago at the Quidditch world cup.”

“I know, but what if there was someone who wanted to help you out. Give you a home so that you wouldn’t have to suffer any potential abuse or neglect.”

“And just who would that person be?” I sighed softly before telling her.

“You’re looking at him.” Her eyes softly widened before she let out a soft gasp.

“But-but why? I mean no offense Harry but…..why would you want to help me out?”

“Let’s just say, from one orphan to another I know how lonely it can be. I had no clue about the magic world till I was just your age, and though I may not know how the Ministry of Magic deals with orphaned wizards, I do know a thing or two about living in terrible conditions. I lived practically my whole childhood in a tiny hall closet in my aunt and uncle’s place. And I wouldn’t want you to potentially go through that type of abuse in a stranger’s home.”

(Y/n) was silent for a moment, taking in what I just said. Weighing out her options before thinking about what answer she would give me.

“If not I’ll understand, I’ll check in whenever I can. But just know you won’t go through the rest of your life alone.” She looked up at me. Her eyes that were once filled with tears, but now filled with courage and strength as she said.

“If it won’t be too much trouble with you, I’ll go with you.” I softly smiled at her and told her taking notice of her robes.

“Spoken like a true Gryffindor.”

After that, the Weasley family, Hermione, myself and (Y/n) returned to the Weasley’s old home the Burrow and decided to rebuild it, a symbol as a fresh start to all our lives after this whole war.

We also had a memorial service for both Fred and (Y/n)’s older sister, each of us speaking for both Fred and (Y/n)’s sister before finally burying them and summoning a beautiful garden around them of their favorite flowers and plants.

As the sun was starting to set I saw (Y/n) still standing over her sister’s grave. I walked out to her and said.

“Mrs. Weasley’s prepared supper for all of us. She says you best come in before it’s all gone.” (Y/n) remained silent. I softly sighed and without another word I just stood there beside her. She may not want to talk, but she should at least know that someone was there when she was ready.

“I—never thought I’d have to face this world without her. Even through our fights, especially after mom and dad died, she was always there for me. She especially liked to tease me about my crush on Joey Matarazzo, saying we’d get married one day and have kids of our own. Now she won’t ever see me grow up, or achieve any dreams I’ll have for the future.”

“Let me tell you something my Godfather once told me. He told me that the ones that love us never really leave us. And we can always find them, in here.” I pointed to her heart.

She looked up at me and finally for the first time I saw a true, genuine smile. She came closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist and rested her head against my ribs. I wrapped an arm around her and we stood there for a few more minutes before walking back inside the Burrow to join the Weasley’s for dinner.

*FF 19 years later.*

It was like any other year, but this time it was my second son’s first time doing this. I could already see from the look on his face that he looked anxious about his first year going as we came up to platform 9¾.

“Together.” I assured him as we took hold of his cart and we both ran straight through the brick wall and found ourselves right by the Hogwarts Express. As we walked closer to the train, we soon found Ron and Hermione with their kids, I spotted Draco and his wife and son bidding their goodbyes. He and I looked at each other, neither of us speaking a word but he gave me a point nod, and I nodded back to him.

“I was beginning to think I’d have to write my own brothers up for detention already.” A female voice soon spoke up and coming right towards us was (Y/n), all grown up and in her Professor robes.

Since the battle she continued on her Hogwarts education and excelled in both Magical creature knowledge and potions making. By the time she was in her 4th year at Hogwarts, Ginny and I had agreed to legally adopt her as our own child and she was beyond thrilled at the news. After graduating, she worked with me at the Ministry of Magic to focus on potion brewery before enrolling to be the next Potions Professor and this would be her second year teaching that class.

I’m told she’s kind but firm when it comes to students goofing off in that class, but she is always there to make sure no student messes up a potion and causes injuries either to themselves or others.

“Not in the slight.” I assured her.

“Good. I would hate to have to write them up to Headmaster McGonagall.” She told me. She looked down at her brothers and asked them, “So boys, you ready?”

“Oh yeah!” exclaimed James while Albus was more reserved and didn’t really say anything. Instead he walked away and sat down with his arms hugging his legs close to him. (Y/n) and I looked at each other and I told her to get James onto the train as well as herself while I talked to James. She nodded and guided James as well as his things over to the train while I walked over to Albus and knelt down beside him.

“Dad,” he spoke. “What if I am put in Slytherin?”

“Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. And one of them was a Slytherin. And he was the bravest man I had ever known. But if it means to you, you can choose Gryffindor. The sorting hat does take that into consideration.”

“Really?” I nodded. “But how would you feel? If I was sorted into Slytherin?”

“Then Slytherin will have gained the best wizard they could ask for.” He smiled and embraced me and I hugged him back. “Now come on, off you go.” We then walked towards the train and Albus got himself situated inside with his brother and Ron and Hermione’s kids, and riding alongside them to keep an eye on them to Hogwarts was (Y/n).

As I stood by my friends and we watched the train leave the station, waving goodbye to our kids I couldn’t help but feel like we had done it. The war ended almost 2 decades ago and now our children can learn magic in a better world, a world without Death Eaters, a world without darkness and death, a world without a Dark Lord.

A peaceful time in our world.

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One For Sorrow, Two For Joy - Part Seventeen

Masterlist, Part One

Part Seventeen of Eighteen

Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes Divider by @bwbatta

Summary: For the last three years, you’ve been working a repetitive Ministry job and wrapped your life around an unhappy relationship. After realizing how empty your life has become, you leave everything behind and stumble across an unlikely job for you - Office Manager for Weaselys’ Wizard Wheezes. There you wish to find something you lost in the war: hope.

Word Count: 4235

Warnings: 18+, grief, scars, suggestive language. Minors DNI.

Hogwarts stood tall and proud in the light of the late afternoon sun. Had you not seen the destruction firsthand, you would have never believed that a battle could have taken place there. The only reminder of the battle was a long, black, glittering stone that they had erected a few months after. It told the story of the battle and listed the name of every person who had died at the hand of Voldemort and his followers.

There were hundreds of names from decades of violence, Muggle and Magical intertwined.

"You okay?" Ginny asked as she came to stand next to you by the window, already dressed in her green gown. She looked spectacular with her hair falling in waves around her. Hermione had been right about Harry liking the dress, so much so that Ginny had decided it would be best to get ready with you to avoid the possibility of missing the gala altogether.

"Yeah," you said, dragging your eyes from the castle. "Just preparing myself."

She gave a sad smile, intertwining her fingers between yours. "It was hard going back for me, too. I had to take my meals in the Common Room for a whole month because I couldn't stop crying every time I went into the Great Hall. I just kept seeing Fred."

Your eyes closed, hoping to close out your own image of seeing Fred laying unmoving on a cot. It had felt like an awful nightmare that you couldn't wake up from when you saw body after body after body lined up. Professor Vector, Roger Davis, Terry Book, Ernie MacMillian, Micheal Corner, Padma Patil, her sister Parvati. Fifty bodies. Fifty lives ended for nothing. "How did you get through it? How did you stop seeing him?"

"I didn't stop seeing him," she said in a wispy, far-off voice that sounded more like it belonged to Luna than to her. "I saw every smile, every laugh. Every good memory I could muster. I realized that the best way to honor him and everyone else was to live my life to the fullest. After that, I didn't cry as much."

"You know he offered me a job that night?" you said with a laugh despite the tears that had begun to fall. "I hope he's happy that I finally took it."

She gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "I know he would be. Especially since you and George found each other, too."

You followed her gaze to the wall opposite the window, where right above two desks hung three frames. The picture Victorie had drawn hung proudly in the middle and on either side were the photos of you and George that Colin Creevey had managed to capture.

The world and everyone in it seemed hell-bent on getting you and George together. It was about time you listened.

Late. Why were you late? He had expected you to be one of the first people at the gala, if not the first. It would have been less surprising if you had gotten here in the morning than you not being here now. "Any sign of them?"

Percy, Ron, and Harry all shook their heads. As if any of them could see you before he did.

"Any sign of who?" A voice asked from behind, causing Ron to flinch.

Behind them were three of the women we had been waiting for. Ginny, Hermione, and Audrey were dressed to the nines. Ginny's dress was definitely more than what any brother wanted to see their sister wear, but none of the Weasley boys were going to say anything. They’d seen Ron experience enough of Ginny's Bat Bogey Hex to know that their opinion was not wanted or appreciated.

"When did you three get here?" Percy asked, greeting his fiancée with a kiss.

"We've been here for an hour," Ginny said, looking slightly peeved. "How did all of you manage to find women who believe being on time is late? Remind me to get ready and go with Fleur next time. She knows how to be fashionably late."

"Where's, um, everyone else?" George asked, interrupting the friendly bickering that started between Hermione and Ginny.

The girls looked at each other, smiling. "She's in the staff room behind the head table. She was helping Cho with some stuff," Audrey offered.

"Is she going to be coming out any time soon?"

Hermione put her fingers to her chin in an exaggerated attempt to look thoughtful. "Umm, I'm not sure. Ginny?"

"Sorry, George, I don't remember when she said she'd be out. Maybe someone should go ask her?" The girls looked at him expectantly while the boys looked slightly confused.

"In the staff room?" He asked, not waiting for an answer as he passed through the buzzing crowd towards the back of the Great Hall. His name was called a few times and he waved to people, but he didn't stop to chat. At the door, hehesitated.

He hadn't seen you in days. It had been horrible but had also made it easier to stop himself from blurting out his feelings. There was a plan in place, something that would hopefully convey just how much you meant to him, and he didn't want to ruin it by telling you just yet. You deserved the best.

Taking a deep breath, he went inside.

You and Cho were at the other end of the room talking, your backs turned towards him. It allowed him to take in the sight of you in a dazzling red dress. Dozens of angry scars down your back were framed by the edges of the glistening material, a reminder that you were more than just a beautiful girl in a pretty dress.

You were a Survivor. A Fighter.

You were a mesmerizing sight as you turned, the gown hugging your body in a way that made him immensely jealous of its fabric. It was your face, however, that stole his breath. There was a glow he’d never seen in your smile before and a look in you eyes that made his knees weak.

The sound of the door opening and closing alerted you to the new presence. George stood at the other end of the room in black and purple dress robes. He was staring, his mouth slightly ajar.

Cho chuckled and excused herself, slipping out another door and leaving just the two of you in the room. "How do I look?" you asked, gesturing to your dress.

"Aphrodite herself would be jealous."

"Wow. You should be careful," you warned, crossing the room as you admired how well the cut of the dress robes sat framed his lean frame. Reaching up, you fixed his crooked tie. "Statements like that have caused wars before."

"You would be worth fighting for."

Smoothing out the lapels on his robes, you felt your face burn. How easy it would be to grab him by those lapels and kiss him right there. To skip the gala altogether and spend the night at his place or yours. He looked good in his robes, but the memory of how he looked in just a towel...

Get your mind out of the gutter.

Unfortunately, you couldn't leave. You would be up to speak later. Besides, you weren’t absolutely positive that George felt the same yet and you didn't want to risk the pain of rejection until after you had gotten through your speech. But if the way George was looking at you now was any indication, he was, at the very least, attracted to you. From the tent in his pants, however, he was very attracted to you.

"You don't look half bad yourself, partner. Purple is a good color on you. But," you said, pulling out your wand from a place that made his eyes bulge, "I think red would be better just for tonight." You watched as the purple in his robes turned to the same crimson of your gown. "Have to put up a unified front, you know?"

He nodded, swallowing hard and looking away. Were it not for a loud knock at the door, you would have certainly given in to your earlier temptation and taken him back to Hogsmeade. Taking a step away from him and smirking as he tried to covertly adjust his pants, you called for whoever was waiting to come in.

A boy with sandy blonde hair and a limp walked into the room, Professors McGonagall and Sprout not far behind.

"Aiden?" your voice cracked. The last time you had seen the boy, he'd barely turned twelve and was evacuating the school before the final battle. He'd been much shorter than you back then but now stood nearly as tall as George. "When did you grow up?"

He gave a bright smile, giving you a friendly hug. "I'm 'bout to turn sixteen, couldn't stay a scrawny little First Year forever."

"You'll always be a scrawny little First Year to me," you said with a laugh as you wiped away one of the tears that had fallen down your cheek. "What are you doing here?"

"When he heard you were going to be here, he was very adamant that he got to speak with you," Professor McGonagall said.

You looked at the boy, confused. "I'm just down in Hogsmeade most days, you could have come and spoken to me. Or written me."

He gave a shy shrug, looking at the ground. His smile was slipping. "I've been trying to build up the courage to talk to you for a while. About a year, really. I–I never properly thanked you for what you did." The professors both came to his side, placing their hands on his shoulders. He took in a shaky breath. "It really wasn't until I visited Miss Chang during summer that she told me the whole story."

"Aiden, you don't owe me anything."

"But I do. I thought you looked out for me because you looked out for everyone. I didn't realize...I didn't realize it was because you felt guilty about Carrow. That wasn't your fault what he did. You went through hell cause of it. Cause of me."

Taking his hand much like Ginny had done for you earlier, you smiled kindly. "That wasn't your fault either. I chose my path, my role. If it hadn't been you, it would have been someone else and I would have done the same thing. The only thing you owe me is living a good, long, happy life. And maybe a visit every now and then."

He hugged you again, promising to write soon, and left with his Head of House. McGonagall watched them leave and turned back towards you and George. He had slumped his arm around your shoulders like he so often did. "I believe Mr. Lucas is right in saying you went through hell. I assume those scars were your uncle's handiwork."

Your smile remained, unabashedly proud of the marks. "He never wanted me to forget him. And I'll never forget that blissful sight of him and Alecto hanging from the ceiling in the Common Room after Harry gave him a taste of his own medicine. Or the sight of him in Azkaban."

She reached out, stroking your cheek like a mother does for their child. "You should have been a Gryffindor."

"I think not!" a voice squeaked. "You lions can't have all the glory!" Professor Flitwick appeared next to McGonagall, apparently having come in through the open door unseen. "Hello, my dear! George! How lovely to see you two! Minerva, Cho was asking for you. I believe she needs help setting something up..."

"Oh yes, it's probably that Muggle contraption Creevey brought along. Alright, well good luck with your speech. I'll see you both out there!"

"I don't think I've ever had a professor tell me that it was lovely to see me before," George laughed as they left. His arm slipped down your arm to your waist. The tension that had subsided thanks to Aiden's interruption reared back up as his thumb grazed the skin of your back. Merlin, it was going to be a long couple of hours. "Come along then, I think it's time we step out. It'd be criminal to keep such a gorgeous sight all to myself.”

The Great Hall was abuzz as he walked out of the staff room, his arm around the most beautiful woman that had ever existed. Just the briefest of touches on your back had him regretting his decision not to be impulsive. How easy it would be to sneak out with you and make your way into the shop, leaving a trail of clothes as you ascended the stairs before collapsing on the couch together. Kissing every inch of you, caressing your skin slowly, sinking into you...

"Blimey mate, you're in a public place!" Fred’s voice shouted at him.

He pushed down the depraved thoughts, trying to focus on anything else to clear his mind. You were leading him to your table, the one you would share with his siblings and their partners. Your smile beamed brightly as you waved hello to people, unbothered by the shocked gasps and whispers that followed behind as people took in the view of your scars.

You’d come a long way in the months you’d been at the shop. You were no longer the shy, quiet girl he had had a crush on in school. Instead, you had grown into a vibrant, confident woman who he had fallen head over heels in love with.

The others were already at the table, Bill and Fleur had arrived at some point. The girls had either warned the others about the scars or they were far too used to seeing cursed wounds, as none of them reacted in shock at seeing your back. Fleur embraced you tightly, whispering something in your ear that made you giggle.

You took the seat he offered you, smiling at him graciously as he took the seat next to you. Soon the other tables were filled and menus appeared across plates. Cho graced the stage for a few minutes, thanking everyone for coming before releasing them to eat. Not long after most had finished their plates, you tapped your glass to get the table's attention.

"So as you all know, George and I are in the process of becoming partners at the shop. I've been working with my old neighbor to sell my parents' house to buy in." Your hand slid over his as excitement lit up your eyes. "As of yesterday, it's sold."

"Sold? You've signed the contract?"

"I've got the Galleons in the bank. Well actually, the shop's got them in the bank. Fleur confirmed the transfer this morning." Fleur nodded in confirmation with a bright grin.

His hand turned and intertwined its fingers with yours. "We're partners?"

"We're partners," you affirmed.

He pulled the hand he was holding up and pressed his lips against it. You could feel him chuckle against it before he repeated again. The others were quiet, only Ron's voice cutting through the chatter.

"Congratulations! Wow, partners. Fred would have gotten a kick out of seeing a Ravenclaw owning part of the shop. You're not gonna change the name, are you? Cause no offense, but your last name doesn't really go all too well."

"Ronald!"

"Shut it!"

"What? I'm just saying that it wouldn't sound right, you know? 'Weasley & Dankworth's Wizard Wheezes' doesn't have the same ring to it."

"Shut up, mate!"

"No, Ron. We're not going to be changing the name," you said, pulling your eyes away from George. The whole table seemed to be watching the two of you like you were two Seekers who just found the Snitch.

"We're all very happy for you two," Percy said with a knowing smile.

Everyone knew.

Ron enthusiastically added, "Yeah! Maybe you'll actually give me a discount on all the stuff again. George took it away when I stopped working there."

Maybe not everyone.

Cho's voice called from behind you. "It's time!"

You gave her a thumbs-up, letting her know you’d be up in a minute. They all wished you luck, George pressing a kiss against your cheek. "You'll be incredible up there, partner."

He watched as you walked with Cho up to the podium where he had watched Dumbledore speak during his seven years of schooling. Your shoulders were pulled back, head held high, and each of your steps purposeful. Others in the Hall watched you as well. Dean and Seamus sat at a table with Neville, Hannah, Luna, Lavender, Lee, Katie, Angelina, Alicia, Dennis, and a guy he didn't recognize - all staring as the You and Cho stood at the front of the Hall.

The chatter in the Hall died quickly as Cho tapped her wand against the wooden podium twice, the sound echoing between the walls.

"Good evening ladies, gentlemen, and distinguished guests. It is an honor to be here with you tonight in support of Witches and Wizards Home for Change. We are here this evening to celebrate the positive impact the Home has had in our community as well as the lives it has been able to change. The impact and changes it will continue to have thanks to your generous donations and the continued support of the Ministry.

But before I get into our future plans and projects for WWHC, I wanted to highlight one of the people who helped inspire it. She was a member of Dumbledore's Army, a participant in both the Battle of the Astronomy Tower and the Battle of Hogwarts, as well as an exceptionally skilled witch who I have been lucky enough to call my friend. I'm incredibly proud to introduce a very dear friend of mine."

The crowd applauded as Cho said your name, Ginny and George far louder than was probably appropriate for a non-sporting event. Your eyes swept across the room as it fell into silence. Your gaze met his and your smile widened.

"My father was born Erasmus Xanthe Carrow..."

As you spoke, telling the story of your parents and Sarah, the room was captivated. Dean was crying, Seamus's arm around him comfortingly. Hermione sat biting her finger, her undivided attention on you. Even Ron, whose attention span was less than impressive usually, listened intently.

"My father, the Pureblood Slytherin raised to believe in bigotry and hate, gave his life to protect my best friend, a Muggleborn, because he chose to believe in love and acceptance. He died because he believed in a better world where people were not considered less than because of who their parents were.

Cho and the Witches and Wizards Home for Change embody that belief. They have helped people, no matter their names or the side their family supported in the war, because people are people and do not deserve to be punished for the crimes of others. Their support has helped children, who otherwise would have fallen through the cracks, succeed and make our community a better, more tolerant place.

They've combatted the hate that tore our world apart with the same love and acceptance my father died for. So thank you for choosing to support Witches and Wizards Home for Change. Thank you for honoring all those who sacrificed their lives because they believed in a better world. Thank you for choosing to support love."

You stepped back from the podium, grateful that you didn't vomit all over it like you thought you were going to. Cho thanked you and went on to explain the charity's plans for the coming year as you made your way back to your seat. It wasn't until you sat back down that you allowed yourself to let out a long shaky breath of relief that it was over.

"Like I said, incredible," George whispered, finding your hand under the table and resuming his possession of it.

You mouthed, 'Thank you,' and squeezed his hand. Neither of yiu let go as we continued to listen to Cho.

"And lastly I wanted to share with you a new program that we will be beginning this summer in conjunction with Hogwarts and the Ministry. The program–which was suggested by one of my kids, Lewis Nott–will be targeted mainly towards students the summer prior to their First Year that will focus on bridging the gap between students raised in the Muggle world and those raised within the Wizarding community. It will allow those future students and their parents to interact with and learn more about each other as well as providing an easier transition to Hogwarts. This program will provide resources, such as owls, and host events for all students during the summer months.

This program will be called Support and Assistance Regarding Acceptance to Hogwarts, or as I like to call it: S.A.R.A.H."

Your view of Cho blurred and your free hand covered your mouth at her announcement. You could hear Audrey openly crying a few seats away as Cho continued to talk about the program she had named after your friend. George scooted his chair closer, pulling you into him.

Cho finished shortly after, you and Audrey rushing forward to embrace her with Marietta not far behind. The four of you held each other for several minutes, crying and laughing as you talked about how much Sarah would have loved to have something named after her.

Cho was eventually dragged away by Dennis Creevy and another man he introduced as his brother, Benjamin. Apparently, Dennis and Colin had an older brother who hadn't gotten their magical abilities but had been a big influence in Colin's obsession with photography. You’d have to ask Cho about him later as you watched him give her a quick kiss when they were nearly out of eyesight.

The Weasleys, Dean, Seamus, and a slew of others were soon surrounding you. There were many tears and hugs. Angelina even congratulated you about the official partnership, George having told her about it while waiting for the excitement around me to die down.

"Alright, alright, you have all monopolized my partner long enough," George said to the remaining members of the group that were still hovering. He put his hand in the center of your back to steer you away from the hoard and the intimate touch sent an involuntary shiver down your body "It's my turn now."

Hopefully, he wouldn't mind monopolizing you for a few days.

"One moment, Mr. Weasley," the stern voice of the Headmistress rang out. Could you ever have a moment with George without someone interrupting? Her ever watchful eyes peered over the group, landing on you. "You, Longbottom, and Potter–I expect to see you three in my office in twenty minutes. The password is biscuit."

"She can't still give us detention, can she?" Neville asked, his eyes fixed on her retreating figure.

"Oh she absolutely can," Harry said with a bright smile.

Curiosity seemed to gnaw at everyone except you and George.

"Come with me," he whispered, his fingers slipping between yours again as he pulled you through the crowd. He led you out of the Great Hall, through the back of the Entrance Hall, and ducked behind the tapestry that hid the staircase.

Around and around you went until he reached the third floor. He pulled you down the corridor, coming to a rest near the end. "Do you remember this?"

"Of course I do," you told him. It was the place we had first met.

He looked down the corridor fondly. "Freddie damn near talked my ear off about abandoning him during such an important time."

"Important time?"

A mischievous glint lit up his eyes. "Percy was set to patrol this floor the next night. First time on Prefect duties. We wanted to leave a surprise for our dear brother." His hand seemed to fit so naturally in yours, like two pieces of a puzzle. "I can't believe I didn't recognize you three years later."

"I had changed quite a bit."

He laughed, "A bit? Ha! Puberty hit you harder than a Bludger."

"Um, thanks?" you laughed back, remembering just how unappealing George had left many opposing players back when he was a Beater.

"Oh, no, not like that!" He faced you , taking a hold of your other hand, and stammered, "It's a good thing! Not that you weren't pretty before, because you were! You just looked different, ya know?"

"George," you said, cutting his rambling short.

His chest rose as he inhaled deeply. "You're absolutely beautiful. And I'm not just talking about tonight, though you do look positively stunning in that dress. Every day and in every way, you're beautiful."

Your breath caught in your throat as the flickering lights of the lanterns danced in his warm, brown eyes. The pounding of your heart was so loud, I'm sure he must have heard it as he stepped closer. His thumbs grazed the back of your hands, leaving trails of sparks behind them.

"Hey," he said with a husky voice, "there's something I want to show you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Meet me on the Quidditch pitch after you're done talking to McGonagall?"

"Okay."

His lips pressed softly into your forehead as he leaned in. "I'll see you soon."

The promise lingered even after he disappeared down the stairs. This was it. It was really happening.

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Ravenclaw Tower

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softrenjunnie · 3 years

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the battle of hogwarts l pj

pairing: reader x jay

characters: boyfriend!jay, friend!jake, brother!sunghoon, chosen one!heeseung, death eaters, voldemort, other small characters

genre: hogwarts!au, angsty angst (maybe a little speck of fluff somewhere? but i wouldn’t bet on it)

word count: 4.1k

warnings: mentions of blood, wounds, pain, death, torture and broken bones; swear words; character death.

note: spoilers !!!! i reference/talk about a lot of the stuff that happens in the battle of hogwarts, aka spoilers from the “harry potter and the deathly hallows” book (and movies), but i mean it’s a different story so it’s not super spoilery? note that heeseung plays the part of harry potter here !!!! also, the ending is rlly bad and weird (just like many parts of this oop-) but also pretty open so i guess there could be a pt 2? if i ever get the inspiration to write it heh

“stupefy!”

you heard the voice from behind you and managed to leap to your side to avoid the spell just in time, letting the red light instead hit the wall in front of you. you turned around, and instantly noticed the death eater who was standing many meters away, his wand by his head and ready to strike. “petrificus totalus!”

“protego!”

the beams shooting from his wand met the shield yours had produced, blocking it and letting its light die out. closing the distance between you, he lunged forwards and kept casting a variety of spells, which you, with great difficulty, blocked. you couldn’t hold your protection much longer, it was getting too tough - so instead, you turned around and made a run for it. a green beam of light missed your head by only a few centimeters, as you turned around a corner and kept running. you knew he was following you, and you knew you couldn’t keep this up; just as he rounded the corner, you pointed your wand to the roof above of him. “bombarda maxima!” you tried your best to keep your voice as steady and strong as possible, despite your wild nerves. the spell worked; soon, the death eater lay buried underneath the heavy stones that had just fallen.

you let out a sigh as you determined that he wasn’t going to rise, but you remembered to not let down your guard. there were perhaps hundreds of others inside and around the castle, and you knew from this little incident that they weren’t afraid to attack. so as you ran ahead, on towards the great hall where you hoped to find the people you were looking for, it was with your wand raised high and your eyes listening for every small sound in your vicinity.

you had been taken aback at first when that death eater had arrived; you hadn’t expected to meet anyone the moment you stepped out of the room of requirement. you thought everyone ought to be in the great hall, or perhaps outside of the castle - not lurking around on the top floors of the building. but none of that was what was going through your mind at the moment. you were focused on finding-

“jake, watch out!” you could recognize his voice from miles away, and especially when he was calling out for his best friend, but you don’t think you’ve ever heard such desperation in his voice ever before. at the end of the hallway, you spotted him - jay’s wand was shooting rays of all colors as he leaped forward, shooting down the woman in black, long robes who had just a second ago had a good grip around jake’s neck. she lay still on the floor, and for a few moments the boys stand as if frozen, until jake crouches down next to her and declares that she’s still alive, just fainted, to which both boys seem to calm down for a second. that is, until a scream is heard from a bit away, and the both of them run to where it came from, out of sight from you.

you were surprised that you had stopped in your tracks to watch the scene ahead of you, and you shake yourself before starting to run forwards again. reaching the end of the hallway, you turn to the way jay and jake had just gone. through the big entrance to the great hall, your eyes scanned over your two friends who were helping a ravenclaw girl, who you recognized to have been in your charms last year, fight off two death eaters. sprinting towards them, you watched as the girl, who you now remembered is called yewon, got hit by a spell right in the stomach, launching her into the wall behind her with great force.

as the wizard cheered his own accomplishment and was left unfocused on the other students, jake used the opportunity to strike. “expelliarmus!” he yelled, and the death eater’s wand flew out of his grip and onto the floor, close to where jay was currently standing, fighting the other death eater. as jake stunned the wandless wizard, jay did something he shouldn’t have - he bowed down to pick up the wand from the floor, but in that exact moment, the witch in front of him aimed towards him and was surely about to jinx him-

“levicorpus!” you yelled with all your might, now only standing a few meters away from them both, and the witch too dropped her wand, now hanging in the air upside down.

jay turned his head to where your voice had come from, and his jaw dropped once he saw your face. “y/n?!”

“petrificus totalus.” the witch now dropped down onto the floor, head first, and you almost felt bad for her for a moment before you started thinking about what she could’ve done to jay if you hadn’t jumped in.

“what are you doing here?” jay exclaimed, coming closer to you. “are you completely crazy?”

“a small 'thanks' would’ve been nice,” you scoffed, and before he had the opportunity to say anything else, you turned your head to where your former classmate had crashed into the wall, and spoke again. “yewon? are you still there?”

you didn’t hear an answer, and you ran over to where you suspected she was - and she was right by the wall, lying on the floor and sobbing as she held an arm to her chest.

“hey, are you alright?” you crouched down next to her, placing a hand on her trembling shoulder.

“my arm...” she managed to get out in-between sobs. “it hurts...”

when you looked at it, it wasn’t bleeding nor did it have any visible curses on the skin. you turned your head around to jake, who was now standing behind you. “do you think it’s broken?”

“likely. with that force, i’m surprised more isn’t,” he said, and you nodded agreeingly, pulling out your wand and tapping it to her forearm.

“brackium emendo.”

yewon gave out another cry, but this time it wasn't out of pain. “thank you! thank you so much-”

“y/n,” you heard jay’s stern voice from behind you and you turned around once again. his arms were crossed over his chest, and if you had been anyone else, you likely would’ve crumbled under his gaze. but you couldn’t, not now, there were much more important things to do, people were still screaming on the other side of the castle walls and- “please, can’t we talk?”

you stood up, dusting off your knees with your hands before speaking to jake. “make sure she’s okay, please? and pick up that witch’s wand from the floor, and make sure neither of the death eaters get up.” jake nodded at you, flashing you a small smile, before you walked over to where jay was now standing, two tables away from the others.

the great hall was completely empty now, except for the four of you and the two stunned death eaters, and the atmosphere was almost tranquil, even though there was a full-on war going on just a small distance away.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, the desperation clear in his voice. “i thought they made it clear that-”

“i didn’t get to choose what i wanted to do, i was just forced into the room of requirement like everyone else, and-” you took a deep breath. “of course, i escaped. did you really expect me to just follow the others?”

“yes, because you’re underage, y/n!”

“by two months,” you spat, having a hard time controlling your anger at jay’s stubbornness. “i’m two months too young to fight? that doesn’t make any sense, you know i’m better at charms than most of your classmates!”

he shook his head, his eyes wandering around the room. “they were the rules, y/n. i can’t believe you-”

“can’t believe what? that i would want to fight for my school? fight for my friends? fight for this world to not go under-” you let a few tears fall down your cheeks, and you weren’t sure if it was out of exhaustion, frustration, or despair; likely a combination of them all. but you didn’t bother wiping them away. “fight for you. did you expect that i would just sit at home, just hoping that my friends, family, and boyfriend would all survive? not knowing anything and not being able to affect it would’ve killed me, i think you know-”

you were cut off as he pushed his lips onto yours. your eyes fluttered closed instinctively, and your hand that wasn’t currently holding your wand went up to cup his cheek. he tasted of blood from a small cut on his bottom lip and you tasted of salt from your tears, but neither of you minded. kissing jay felt so familiar; it felt like you were home again. it felt like you were back in your common room with him like you’d been a year ago, when no war had been going on and no dark lord was preparing for his final battle. jay’s lips smoothed over yours with such ease and such softness that if you hadn’t been standing, you could’ve fallen asleep from it.

“hey guys,” jake’s voice made you jump into reality again, and you moved your hand from jay’s cheek to his chest to push him away from you far enough for your lips to part from his again. “i hate to be the one to interrupt your moment, but uh... we should really get going.”

you nodded towards him, before looking back over at jay again, who did not look like he had wanted to stop his previous actions, a tiny pout on his lips. now that you were standing so close to him, you could study his face; there were several smaller wounds all over it, and he winced slightly when you reached up to remove a small piece of glass that had been stuck in a cut below his right eye. you used your thumb to wipe away the blood which had leaked down from a bigger wound by his jaw. “episkey,” you whispered, watching as the skin melted together and soon looked as if nothing had ever happened to it.

there was a loud bang, and the glass of the windows behind the staff table shattered everywhere - and in through the hole ran at least a dozen new death eaters, followed by students, teachers, parents, and other adults who were fighting for your side. and amongst them, you spotted none other than your brother - sunghoon was dueling a death eater, whom you’d seen before in the newspapers, all alone, but as he struck the other wizard with a jinx that seemed to have an extreme force, the death eater flew and slammed into a wall just like yewon had done.

in the few moments that you had stood watching your brother, the people around you hadn’t stopped like you, but instead started helping out in battles. you instantly joined jay’s side again, helping him battle a tall and broad man whose wand was producing beams of light at a faster speed than you had ever seen before. “incarcerous!” jay roared, and ropes appeared out of thin air which wrapped around the death eater and held his limbs tightly together.

“good one,” you told him, and turned around to find someone else to help - but standing right behind you was none other than sunghoon.

“jay, are you dumb?!” he screamed at the boy standing next to you. beads of sweat were rolling down his face and his dark eyes made him look of a mixture between exasperated and exhausted. “forcing my baby sister into a war?!”

“he didn’t force me, you idiot!” you frowned up at him, groaning. “i chose it myself. and what part of me is baby, sunghoon? i’m almost of age, start treating me like it!”

“either way, you can’t be here! you have to get back to the room of requirement!”

you shook your head and took a step closer to him. “in case you haven’t noticed, they’re fighting in here. if we don’t help out soon, we will all be dead. i’d rather die helping out than die arguing about this!”

you walked past him and raised your wand, ready to strike at a witch jake was taking on at the moment, but sunghoon grabbed your arm and pulled you back. you were about to shake him off and complain when he pulled you into a hug. holding you close, he muttered, “i can’t lose you. please, please, take care. never battle alone.” you squeezed him back and nodded into his chest, before pulling away from him. you heard how he told jay to protect you, and the two of them were just about to hug when a red light missed the tops of their heads by just a few centimeters, almost as if it was a signal that you all needed to get back to the war.

you and jay took on one death eater each, throwing spells and shooting colored jets through the air as quickly as you could. but after stunning your opponent, and helping jay do the same to his, you overlooked the room and realized just how many people there were. it was extremely crowded, with injured people crying for help while lying on the floor and voldemort’s helpers assaulting other wizards and witches with both their wands and their bodies. it was overwhelming, there were too many of them, how would you ever win this? your breath became uneven, and you felt like you weren’t getting any air. your head was spinning, and the ground felt like it was shaking below you - it likely was, to be honest - and you couldn’t stay in your place a second longer.

you turned around slowly, before moving towards the opening of the main hall and looked for the best place to go. to your left, your defense against the dark arts teacher was fighting two robed, tall men all by himself, though he seemed to have no problem doing so; to your right, the hallway was empty, so that’s where you went. you found a hole in the wall a bit away, and you could almost hear the fresh air of the night calling for you, so you climbed out through it. instantly, your lungs were filled with the cold air, making you close your eyes in satisfaction and sit down on the ground, relaxing fully. you instantly felt better, and you felt like you wouldn’t have to be out here for a lot longer before you could back inside, just-

“look at who we have here,” said a female voice from beside you, and you opened your eyes and flew up to stand on the stone debris from what had formerly been the wall. you recognized her instantly - she was one of voldemort’s most faithful followers, and you had read about her and her escape from azkaban in the newspapers before. “isn’t it the little mudblood who’s been helping lee heeseung in his plans against the dark lord?” you raised your wand to attack, but she was quicker. “expelliarmus!” your wand flew up into the air and landed right by her feet. you didn’t even bother trying to fetch it, you knew it would be to no avail. “tell me where the boy is hiding, and i shall spare your life.”

“i don’t know!” you cried out.

she raised her eyebrows. “hmm. maybe this will make you remember. crucio!”

you had never experienced pain like this in your life. you crashed down onto the ground, unable to control anything in your body. the pain was obliterating, intense, all-consuming. you screamed, but you couldn’t hear yourself, all your senses being dulled out by the pain.

and suddenly, she broke off the curse, though your muscles were still throbbing from the curse. “do you know where he is now, then?” she sneered.

“no-” just as you had managed to whimperingly utter the word, she flicked her wand once again. the second hit of the spell felt a lot like the first, but this time she held it for much longer. your bones were on fire, a million knives were pushing into your skin, boiling water was being poured over your body, your head was about to explode-

the relief you felt when she stopped the curse for the second time was indescribable. high-pitched, horrifying laughs were flowing from the death eater’s mouth before she once again spoke. “i think you know now.”

you wanted to slap the grin off her dark lips, but you had no energy to even stand up. instead, you gathered your last bits of power, and said, “i don’t. and even if i had known, i wouldn’t have told you.”

she chuckled, before shaking her head at you. “you silly girl... you deserve this.”

the third time the spell hit you, it was much worse than the other two times; she must’ve gone extremely angry by now. it felt as if you were in space, there was no air for you to breathe. your lungs weren’t working properly. you wished to do anything to make this extreme pain go away, anything... even disappear or... die...

though it had felt like an eternity for you, there were only a few moments after she’d cursed you that the curse was interrupted once again. you couldn’t even look up; you were curled into a ball on the ground, eyes shut tight, wishing that everything would just be over...

soon, there was a shuffle beside you, and soon a hand lay on your shoulder, shaking it gently. “y/n? are you alive? please, be alive...”

by now, you were just barely breathing; it was too hard, it took too much energy from you and you already had very little left.

“hey, it’s all fine now,” a voice told you, as a hand caressed your cheek. “she’s gone. you’ll be fine. please, just-” the voice paused, and when it returned, you could tell that the person by you had turned around and was now yelling towards the entrance of the castle. “jake! get some water, quick!”

you were too exhausted to listen clearly to his voice and try to recognize it, but from his wording, you could easily tell who it was. slowly, you opened your eyes, looking up at jay who sat crouched next to you. he had more bruises and wounds all over his face now than he had had when you had left him, and he was looking down at you with eyes of such panic that you’d never seen before. “fuck, y/n,” he mumbled. “you can’t just go off like that. do you realize how-”

he stopped in his tracks when you reached up with a hand to thread your fingers through his hair, pushing his fringe back and out of his eyes. “i’m fine.”

“a-are you sure?”

you nodded slowly at him, closing your eyes once again and letting your arm fall to your side. “i just need to...rest a bit...” jay let out a sigh of relief, and his hand went from your shoulder and up to your face, letting his thumb wipe away a few tears that you hadn’t noticed shedding. “what happened to her?” you hummed, voice low.

“oh, you didn’t hear it?” you furrowed your eyebrows. “i stunned her at first, but then voldemort spoke over the grounds and told his forces to retreat, to give us one hour to treat to everyone’s wounds and to say our goodbyes to those who are leaving us. he said that heeseung has an hour to give himself in, or else the war is on again.”

you were surprised that you hadn't heard voldemort's voice, but then again, you even now had to put in all your force to hear jay properly. you looked up at him. “he’s not going to, is he?” you questioned, to which jay merely shrugged. “he can’t, that’s-”

“y/n, are you okay?! someone told me what happened,” said jake as he came up to you two, an empty plastic bottle in his hand. “i only found this, it’s empty, i know, but i mean you can always-”

“aguamenti,” jay said to cut off his friend’s rambling, filling the bottle quickly before handing it to you. thanking them both, you sat up straight, although every muscle and every ligament in your body screamed as you did, and drank a couple of sips.

deciding that you wouldn’t get anything done sitting there all night, you put away the bottle and pressed your hands into the ground, trying to push yourself up, but instantly failed. jay saw your struggling and bolted up, offering his hand down to you and helping you stand up once you took it in yours. “how’s your balance?” jake asked as you froze for a few seconds when you were trying to figure out if you were blacking out due to the stinging feeling in your head or due to your blood pressure dropping from standing up too quickly.

“not good enough,” you chuckled. “will you guys help me?” they both nodded, and soon they were by your sides, letting you throw your arms across their shoulders to steady you.

as you walked into the castle again through the hole you had come out from a while ago, you couldn’t help but to think about what jay had said earlier. say our goodbyes to those who are leaving us... he made it seem like there are many who were too injured to bring back. there couldn’t be a lot, could there?

“where is heeseung?” you asked, moving your head between them to look at their faces. “he knows we are fighting, right? he can’t give up!”

jake stopped in his tracks, which made you jump back too even though you all were just a few meters from the main hall by now, and he gave jay a very specific look. “you haven’t told her, have you?”

jay rubbed his hand that wasn’t holding you up against the back of his neck. “i- i haven’t found a good moment to do it!”

“wha-” was all you could let out before jake spoke again.

“and you think this is a good moment?!” he almost yelled, shaking his head at jay.

“i don’t think we’ll find a better one, nor that we have any choice,” jay groaned, and just as your confusion and frustration of not being allowed into the conversation peaked, someone ran into your view.

“oh my god, y/n!” cried yewon, running up to you. “i’m so sorry for your loss, i wish there was something i could’ve done-”

and that’s when it hit you. you realized what jay and jake had been referring to, but you refused to believe it. she must’ve been confused, it can’t have been true, nothing was wrong-

you pulled away your arms from the boys and ignored their calls of your name when you sprinted forwards, past yewon and into the hall. you pushed away your thoughts of your aching muscles and how it was likely unwise to do this; nothing was more important right now than making it all the way to where the dead bodies lay in the middle of the room. they had removed the tables by now, and people were gathering in groups around the wizards and witches on the floor, though you couldn’t see anything other than the one body you were aiming towards. and as you reached him, the world turned black.

“sunghoon,” you whispered, crouching down to the floor and shaking him by his shoulders. “please, sunghoon. you’re not dead, you can’t die, not now, you...” before you knew it, your sobs were uncontrollable, your face buried in his dusty cloak. this couldn’t be real. there was no way. “wake up... i beg of you...”

you felt someone sit down next to you, and then a hand on your back. you instantly turned around and threw yourself into jay’s embrace, crying out loud. your hands clutched at the material covering his chest and once again you had trouble breathing, your breaths unnaturally short and rapid. jay held your trembling body to him as tightly as he could, hoping that if you felt that he was there with you he’d be able to hold you down in reality, to make sure your mind wasn’t floating away.

but as time passed, and you started realizing that sunghoon wouldn't come back, your sorrow turned into something else. vengefulness. they weren't getting away with this.

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years

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hole-y

George x reader angst/fluff

description - Y/N and the Order head out to deliver Harry to the burrow on the night of his seventeenth birthday. Chaos ensues and when you reach the burrow, you couldn't be more thankful for your friends and family being safe.

warnings - minor talk of gore and injuries, death, general warning for george being an absolute angel. Fem pronouns and reader gets picked up

A/N - so this is the first time ive posted in like months i think which is a little crazy, im so sorry for the delay. This is something that i just really wanted to write, i will be posting some requested writings soon as well as hopefully some more writings outside of just harry potter and marvel.

word count - about 3600

MASTERLIST

You were terrified. The feeling in the pit of your stomach made you want to cry but you pushed it down. There were bigger matters at hand. Bigger things to worry about. One of those things being the possibility of you never seeing your best friend or your boyfriend again. The thought made you shake and when you looked over at Fred and George you knew they were thinking the same thing.

You had been friends with the twins since as long as you could remember. Well actually, you had disliked them when you first met them, they were much too loud for you to get along with and they frustrated you to no end but you somehow had all of you classes and activities with them. They accidentally let loose a prank on you in your third year and you screamed at them before going up to the astronomy tower and crying. They followed you a few minutes later and apologized and sat with you until you stopped crying. Actually they stayed with you until they could make you laugh. From then on, you had a soft spot for the twins and the same happened to them.

You didn't know when you started to have romantic feelings for George, he always said that he started to feel something for you when he was in fifth year and you sneezed so hard you made a nearby owl fly away. You thought that was rather ridiculous but it made you blush all the same. You started dating in sixth year when Fred nearly shoved you two into a closet and told you he wouldn't let you out until you talked to each other about your feelings. Since then you had been the happiest you had ever been in your life and you were forever thankful to Fred who took 100% credit for your relationship. They were your family, all the Weasley's were. Now, looking at everyone you loved in a room, you felt worry rise in your throat. No, worry wasn't the right word. Terror.

George pulled you into his side and he kissed the top of your head deeply.

"I love you. You don't have to do this." He mumbled into your hair and you sighed.

"You know just as well as I do that we both have to do this. It's okay, I'll be with Moody. He won't let anything happen to me." You muttered and then turned so your face was pressed into his chest. "But I love you too." You whispered and a tear fell from your face and into George's shirt. You then pulled away and pulled Fred into a hug. He groaned dramatically.

"No, I'm hugging you. No complaining." You grumbled and he complied, his hand going around your back and smoothing out your hair. You knew he was looking at George, some sort of twin telepathy going between them but you didn't care. When you pulled away, both of them smiled gently at you. Then before you knew it, the polyjuice potion was being passed around. You gave one last look at George and drank the potion and he did as well. It was the worst tasting thing you'd consumed in a long time and as you were keeping yourself from throwing up at the taste you felt yourself get a bit taller. You looked to your side to see two more harry's. You smiled at them and began to change your clothes.

You had agreed to go as Harry with Moody, Mundungus would also be there as himself. You had decided to switch last minute. You all walked out of the house as the minutes ticked by waiting for Harry's protection charm to end. Eventually you all were off with one last longing glance at George.

The battle was one that would haunt you for the rest of your life. As soon as you left there were death eaters on you. All you could do was hold onto your broom for dear life, Moody on the broom behind you and Mundungus on a separate broom right next to you. Before you could think, there was green all around you and screaming from every direction. You just focussed on getting to the Weasley's, a route you knew by heart, and let Moody do the protecting. At some point you looked to your right and Mundungus was gone. When you looked to your left you were horrified to see the dark lord flying next to you. Tears came to your eyes at the realization that you would probably not be making it out of there. Moody quickly began sending spells his way but it was not an even fight. He held off Voldemort for an impressive amount of time but all good things end. You heard the killing curse and saw the green light and you expected it to hit you, you were the target. Somehow Moody got in front of you to stop you from getting hit and you screamed. When Moody's body fell from the broom, yours did too. You hit the ground with a thud and your body immediately screamed in pain. You looked to the side of you and saw Moody's body. Tears were falling from your face but the shock running through you prevented you from feeling whatever damage you took from the fall. You took a breath and gathered yourself. You needed to get out of here. You would have time to scream and grieve later if you made it out of this alive. The death eaters obviously thought you to be dead and Voldemort had fallen back for some reason. You feared it was because he realized you were not the real Harry. Your tears stopped, face hardened, and you stood with slight difficulty. You would have to get to the Weasley's and you prepared yourself to apparate. When you did, your aim had been a bit off. You were in the bog outside the burrow and you could see the light in the distance. There was a panic at the house and you realized that the others had all arrived. Despite the pain in your legs, you began to sprint to the burrow. You noticed that you were yourself again, your hair getting in your eyes as you ran.

"Y/N?" You heard Remus yell and you kept running. Someone pulled you into them and you looked up to see red hair. You had arrived at the burrow and the tears had begun as well.

"Fred, Moody is dead. Voldemort killed him. Mundungus disapparated right at the beginning, I don't know where he went. It was just me and Moody and then he just-"

"Shhh, hey you're safe now, it's gonna be okay." He muttered and you noticed the break in his voice. You suddenly realized that you didn't feel George near you. You pulled back quickly. "Living room" Fred stated and you headed in, Fred following behind you. When you saw George though, you were not filled with relief. In fact you were so filled with dread that you thought you might just throw up.

"Is he..." you whispered. You couldn't finish your question, dreading the answer.

"m' not dead" Came a whisper from the man you loved and tears began streaming down your face as you collapsed next to him and buried your face in his chest. Your breathing was rapid and your heart was racing. It only slowed when you felt a familiar hand brushing through your hair.

"Fred, I'm saintlike." you heard George whisper and you looked at him questioningly but he was looking across the room to his brother. Fred looked concerned and dropped down next to you, a hand going to your back.

"What's wrong with him? Is his mind affected?" Fred asked his mother worriedly. You were also looking to Molly for reassurance but she looked just as concerned as you.

"Saintlike. You see...I'm holy." George spoke again and all attention was on him. "Holey, Fred. D'you get it?" The relief that you felt was overwhelming and you laughed deeply before burying your face once again into the chest of the man you loved.

"Pathetic. Pathetic! With the whole world of ear related humor before you, you go for 'holey'?" Fred laughed with you, his voice cracking with emotion and the tears streaming down your face were now happy ones. You were so thankful that the man you loved was okay and unchanged besides the trauma he would likely carry. And of course that he only had one ear.

The rest of the night would go by in a blur. You were debriefed by Remus who tried to be as gentle as possible in his questioning. You did not leave George's side and neither did most of the Weasley's. However hours later you still hadn't moved or eaten, too scared to leave George. Enough time had passed that everyone told you George was out of the woods and most people had gone to bed. You couldn't leave though. Molly walked toward you, a plate full of food with her. George was asleep and you were staring at him fearfully, making sure that his chest was moving with life.

"You need to eat, dear." Molly whispered and you sniffed a bit.

"I cant." Was all you could say and she sat next to you.

"Well either you need to eat or I will wake George up so he can make you." At this you looked at her. She had unshed tears in her eyes and you suddenly tackled her in a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Molly." You whispered into her neck where she was holding you.

"What on earth are you sorry for?" She asked.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect him and that I wasn't here to help when he got here. I'm sorry I didn't convince him not to go. I'm sorry-"

"Hey, stop." She asserted and you did, pulling back to look at her. "Now you know why you went. George went for the same reason. You were both very brave and it could have been either of you who got hurt out there. Now you are both alive and okay and so are the rest of my children. I will be thankful for the rest of my life for that. But I still seem to have a kid who isn't taken care of and I need to make sure that she is. So will you please take a breath-" she paused to wait for you to take a deep breath, which you did, "and eat something. Or else I fear my son may have a heart attack when he wakes up. Okay?" she questioned and you sniffled and wiped your nose.

Making one last glance at the movement of George's chest before looking to Molly and nodding. She handed you the tray of food that instantly comforted you and she sat with you while you ate. You were both silent but you were thankful she was there to watch over George while you were distracted. When you were finished she took your plate and stood.

"Now I am going to get some rest. You should consider doing the same." She whispered and patted your hair. You watched her walk to her room and you looked back to the man in front of you.

You weren't sure how long you were sitting there but by the time you came out of your trance to a hand touching your face the fire was nearly out. You looked up at George and he looked sad.

"Are you okay, baby? Do you need anything?" You started to stand up, worried he was uncomfortable. He pulled you down on top of him on the couch and you squirmed, worried you would hurt him.

"Honey, I need you t' stop moving and let me hold you please." He sounded serious so you stopped trying to get off of him. Instead you sighed and moved to straddle his hips and then lay the rest of your body on top of him, your head going to his chest. "Thank you." he whispered. You lifted your head to look at him and he had tears in his eyes.

"Are you in pain, bubs?" you tried to be quiet so you wouldn't disturb the peace in the room.

"No. I'm just glad you're okay." He whispered and a tear fell. You reached up to brush it off and you smiled at him.

"Of course I am, you're the one who got hit by a spell." You reassured but he shook his head.

"You're right that I'm the one that got hit by a spell but Voldemort tried to kill you. You could have died tonight, Y/N." He seemed so sad but you didn't know how to comfort him. You hadn't really thought about it since you got to the burrow, too focused on George. You had yet to really process the fact that Moody had died to save you and without his sacrifice you would not be here with your boyfriend.

"I didn't though. I'm okay." You moved up a bit to kiss the cheek on the side furthest from his injury. "We are both okay." You put your head in his neck and sighed deeply. He took a deep breath into your hair and wrapped his arms around your back.

"We are never doing that again." He grumbled and you chuckled.

"Really? I was planning on taking some polyjuice tomorrow, maybe having another go at it." You smiled and he rolled his eyes.

"I thought I was supposed to be the comedian."

"Not when your last joke was 'holey'. Your comedian title has been revoked."

"Oh shut it, I'd just taken a curse to the head, give a guy a break." He smiled but you both stopped and the smiles dropped while remembering the reality of the situation. "How long have you been up watching me?" he asked gently and you sighed, preparing for your scolding.

"Probably 6 hours or so."

"SIX HOURS? You haven't slept since you got back? Darling you need to go to bed, why on earth did you stay up that long?" he practically screeched and you shushed him as best you could so he wouldn't wake the whole house. You didn't answer his question, instead looking at his chest. "Y/N why wont you sleep?" He asked again, this time more seriously. You felt tears come to your eyes.

"I couldn't-I had to-" you were cut off by your own tears.

"Hey, bubs, whats wrong? I'm sorry, didn't mean t' upset you, bunny." You shook your head at the thought that he had made you cry.

"I was just worried that-" You paused to take a breath, "I thought if I went to bed I might wake up and you wouldn't be..." You felt him shush into your hair. He hadn't really thought about it that way and he felt bad for keeping you up like that.

"Bunny, I am fine. I pinky promise." He pulled away to do just that. As your pinkies were interlocked he made decisive eye contact with you. "I promise nothing bad is gonna happen to me if you sleep, okay?" You nodded a bit and he leaned in to kiss you. "How about we both go to sleep and you can stay right on top of me so you can be with me if anything happens." He mumbles against your lips and you nodded again. He pulled you snuggly into him and put a hand on the back of your head to hold you there.

"I love you." You whispered into his chest, not even necessarily trying to get him to hear.

"I love you too, bunny. Now you need to shush and get some sleep." You huffed and finally settled into him. He couldn't sleep for much of the time you did, he could never admit it but he was quite scared as well. He shared your fears. He was worried he would wake up and you would no longer be with him. He got bits of sleep now and then but he couldn't sleep through the night. You stayed asleep on top of him until he saw the sun come up. He knew you were vaguely awake as your breathing wasn't as slow and you curled into him tighter.

"M' gonna get up to make us some tea, yeah?" You nodded slightly and he took that as an okay to get up. He picked you up gently and brought you to sit on the counter in the kitchen. His head didn't seem to hurt at all which surprised him a bit but he knew his mother was a gifted healer and she worked her magic on him to make sure he would feel okay the next day. He tried to step away from you to make some tea but you did not release him. Instead he was trapped standing in front of the counter, you clinging to him tightly. It was at that moment that the other twin decided to come into the kitchen.

"How's the hole?" He nudged George with his elbow and he chuckled.

"Not bad at all, don't even really have a headache." He muttered, still trying to be moderately quiet as you seemed to be in a half asleep state and he knew you needed all of the rest you could get.

"She doing okay?" Fred whispered, nodding toward you.

"Restless night." George replied and Fred nodded in understanding, moving to prep the tea for George seeing as he was trapped at the moment. When the tea was done, George rustled you awake slightly. "Would you like some tea, m'love?" You nodded and moved to sit up a bit, releasing George and catching Fred making gagging noises next to you.

"Oh shove off." You grumbled and he chuckled. You made a move to get off the counter and George grabbed your waist to assist you. As soon as you were on the ground you made your way over to Fred to hug him properly. You were just so relieved that your favorite people made it out of yesterday alive and Fred sighed and hugged back.

"Y/N, this is 3 hugs in 24 hours. I'm starting to worry about your head. There isn't a hole in it is there?" Fred questioned and you rolled your eyes. You lifted your head and turned it to look at the other twin across the kitchen who stood with tea in his hand, gazing at both of you with a calm and content look on his face. You smiled at him before releasing his brother who gave your hair a ruffle as you turned to look up at him.

"Thanks for being okay." You smiled at him and his gaze softened a bit.

"Right back at you."

The rest of the morning was spent drinking tea and talking, thankful just to be alive. As the family woke up there was more relieved exchanges without the shock and stress that had been present the night before. You rarely left George's side besides to let him get changed and have a private talk with his brother. Eventually Ginny dragged you away to get you cleaned up and changed into clothes that weren't covered in blood and grime. As you walked away the boys began to gather around George. Ron looked at the twins expectantly with a glint in his eye.

"Well? Show us then!" He got out a bit excitedly. Harry smiled as well and Bill seemed to have some jitters. George smirked before a ring appeared in his fingers. It was modest but it was all he could afford and he knew it wouldn't make a difference to you anyway. The boys all shoved each other in excitement and Fred clasped a hand on George's shoulder.

"I know you know this already but I just want to remind you that if you hurt her, all of us wouldn't hesitate to beat you to bits." He smiled but there was not so much humor behind his statement. The rest of the boys mumbled in agreement. George gave them all a look.

"Okay, first of all, I nearly died yesterday. I think you could all stand to be a bit nicer to me."

"We all did, get over yourself buddy." Bill joked and George rolled his eyes.

"Second of all, How come I'm the one getting threatened? I'm your brother."He looked around the group.

"'Cause she's the favorite, obviously." Ron stated simply before leaving the group, Harry and Bill following him, both giving George a teasing smile before they left.

"I think that was rather rude." George grumbled, though there was no malice behind it. He looked over at his twin who simply shrugged and patted him on the back.

"Just the way it is. If you two were to break up, I'm pretty sure she's the one who stays in the family." Fred winked before heading out of the room as well and George took a second to look at the ring in his hand. He heard footsteps and quickly shoved it into his pocket. You appeared in the doorway, hair matted down with water and in comfy clothes, fuzzy socks adorning your feet.

From the doorway you smiled at George who beamed back at you. You felt around in your pocket for a moment where your hands were shoved and when your hand hit the hidden ring there you let out a breath. You stared at each other for a moment, just content to be near each other without thinking about the war for a moment, warm light filling the room and calm in the air, both planning on later asking the other to spend the rest of your lives together.

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