#first i am accused of being a venom fucker and now what

[monkeydlesbian]

"is your little pony a euphemism of some sort" do you not. know what my little pony is

NO I KNOW WHAT MY LITTLE PONY IS OKAY MY BRAIN JUST READ THAT IN A WAY THAT WASNT COGNIZANT OF THE FACT THAT MY LITTLE PONY IS A SHOW

#fyfa answers #sunaluvs #I AM EMBARRASSED. #no one look at me #first i am accused of being a venom fucker and now what? look where we are Now #i saw ‘my’ and i was like YOURS?????? #PLELAKAJSJEKSOD #tw: all caps

[writetorace]

Where Does The Good Go – One Shot Harry Holland x Reader

Summary: your abusive past comes back to haunt you

Warnings: 18+, verbal, mental, and physical abuse, swearing, panic attack

A/N: flashbacks will be in italics. If it needs any more warnings let me know. Feedback is appreciated. I might do a part two where the reader tells the others, I'm not sure.

Happy. You were finally happy, it had taken a long time to get to this point in your life, but with your boyfriend Harry by your side you had everything you had ever dreamed of. It sounded cliché, but it was a love that would last. Not only did he turn your world, but he also kept you safe. Safety, the one thing you told yourself that you deserved. It had taken you a long time to realise it, and when you did, you were able to start living and stop running from your past. 

That didn’t mean that you still didn’t suffer from flashbacks at triggers or that you didn’t still get scared when you were put into certain situations. It took all of your strength; however, you had managed to keep it hidden from Harry. It hurt you not to tell him, except you didn’t want to be seen as the victim or as weak by him. He was the last person you wanted to look at you in that way. Moving in with Harry and the boys meant that it was much harder to keep your fear at bay. They were loud boys. 

The first time you had become scared was when you were in the kitchen with Harrison catching up. He had been looking through the cupboards for his chocolate when he couldn’t find it. You had been stood feet away from him when his voiced bellowed “which one of you fuckers ate my chocolate?” It had made you jump when you first heard it taking a step away from him on instinct, fearing any backlash directed towards yourself. 

“Are you fucking stupid? You really are selfish, aren’t you? You are a greedy fucking pig, now what am I meant to take to work tomorrow?” you knew not to answer that. It had been a rhetorical question, and if you had responded, then you would have been spat at even more. Your silence still didn’t stop your father from raising his hand and bringing it down across your cheek with enough force to snap your head in the other direction. You had eaten the last two pieces of bread at lunch for a sandwich, it being some of the only food in the house.

Knowing better than to cry in front of him, you dropped your head, your cheek throbbing in pain, and walked to your bedroom trying to keep your breaths steady. Once collapsed on your bed, you let the tears fall freely, the words your father spat running through your head faster than you thought possible. It would be one of those nights where you would stay locked away as to not cause any more of an upset for your father. Those were nights when you wished you could disappear, although it never did happen. Forcing you to stay there until you could afford to move out.

The memory had flashed through your mind at such a pace you thought you had whiplash. It took you a moment to recover from it, it all felt so real, too real. Before you could comprehend what you were doing, you found yourself in the room you shared with Harry, you were sure there were tears in your eyes. He was sat on the bed with his headphones plugged in not having heard your arrival, with him still distracted you wiped at your eyes, removing any trace of tears. Moving closer to him, he then noticed you and stretched his arm out, inviting you to lay with him. Obliging you nestled your face into his chest with his arm wrapped tightly around you. His protection all you needed, not that he would ever know.

Then there were the times where all the boys were sat in the front room all playing videogames together. You loved watching them all get along, their own little domestic bubble that they had invited you into. Domestic life with them was the total opposite of what you had experienced growing up and living with them had changed your perspective of what a home should look like, a home where you belonged. Growing up, you lived in a house, with little love, and no belonging. 

Sometimes the bliss would change, and playing videogames was sometimes the cause of it all. One would accuse the other of cheating, and it would start a huge conflict that could split the home for the rest of the day. When this happened, you couldn’t bear the shouts of the boys, the incessant name-calling that ensued. It was all too familiar. 

The same thing had been happening on repeat, you sat and watched your father try to complete the same level on a game for the past 10 minutes; however, each attempt was futile. It was clear to you that he wouldn’t be completing this level with the mindset he currently had, he would be better off turning the game off and trying to do it a different day. Sat on the sofa, your father on the floor his manner changed. With a sudden movement, his shoulders were hunched and his arms above his head, controller in hand. The next thing you saw was the controller being repeatedly smashed onto the laminate flooring. 

With one swift movement, he was up on his feet stalking towards you, “this is all your fault. You stupid little bitch, you are sat there on your phone. You could have googled how to help me, but no. You are an ungrateful whore.” Shaking a few tears rolled down your face as you repeatedly apologised. 

His hand around your throat all that you could feel, constricting your breathing. He climbed on top of you to stop your thrashing, one of your arms secure under his knee, whilst your other was held in a vice-like grip around the wrist. You couldn’t help but think that this is how you were going to die. At the hands of a monster. Your own father. Deciding that he had had enough torturing you, he stood up and left the room but not without turning around and looking at your now crying form, your hands replacing his, and muttering the word pathetic in your direction. You were prepared to die, but it never came.

When it looked like there would be a fight between them, you would always excuse yourself from the room claiming that you had a headache, not that they noticed. When they were fighting, they always became too caught up in what they were doing to realise what was happening around them, so slipping away was easy. Or so you thought. Harry had started to notice, and he was becoming increasingly worried. He saw the little flinches at the raise of a voice, how when the boys would call each other names you would shiver.

Everything came to a head when you were in the kitchen wrapped in Harry’s arms whilst Tom was chopping some vegetables. The two conversed happily as you snuggled into Harry’s chest. Tom waved the knife that was in his hand around as he spoke in between chopping. Then Harry made a joke that Tom took the wrong way and he pointed the bladed tip in yours and Harry’s direction calling him a fucking div in the process. Harry felt you go stiff in his arms as you struggled against him. Once free from Harry’s grasp you had backed yourself against a wall, your arms raised palms facing outwards, not wanting anyone to take a step closer. Tears we streaming down your face and you were sure that you would pass out from your lack of being able to breathe. 

“I’ll kill you, is that what you want you pathetic slut, hmm?” the knife in his hand showed his threat was not empty, the tip of the blade pressing against your throat. One wrong move and you could be dead. You didn’t doubt that for one minute that your own father wouldn’t kill you. That was something that you were sure of. His temper always got the better of him, and he was a monster, there was nothing to stop him from killing you, this was not the first time he had held a knife to you like this, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The last time he had threatened you with a blade it had been from his Swiss army knife, and he had tried to stab your arm as you reached towards him. 

Then he would make you feel guilty and give you the silent treatment if you shrugged off his arm around your shoulder or when you didn’t reciprocate his hugs. If you didn’t silently forgive him, then he would make living with him worse, if that was even possible. 

“(Y/N), baby, I need you to focus on my voice please.” It sounded as though Harry was far away, but in reality, he was in front of you, stopped at your hands, respecting your boundaries. Your vision was starting to focus on your surroundings.

Shifting your gaze between both the boys you noticed the frantic look on your boyfriends face and the knife that is still in Tom’s hand. Harry follows your eyes to lock on the blade still in his brothers’ hand. Looking between the knife and your gaze Harry comes to the realisation that the object is taking up your attention, the look of fear that covers your face haunting him. “Tom put the knife down!” Harry screams at his older brother as Tom comes to the same realisation as Harry. Placing the knife on the countertop, you let out a breath that you didn’t realise you had been holding. 

“Shit, I am so sorry (Y/N). I am so sorry for scaring you.” There is was that look on his face, the one that you never wanted to see from any of them. It was plastered on Tom’s face, along with concern. He shouldn’t be concerned though because as your father had once said “Do you know what you are? You are nothing!” these words were ringing in your ears, laced with venom and suddenly you couldn’t breathe. 

All the commotion coming from the kitchen had Harrison leave the front room to see what was going on. When he had assessed the situation and saw you cowering in the corner, he tried to do the most logical thing and limit the number of people in the room. Ushering Tom out of the room he noticed your hands drop as Harry took tentative steps towards you, afraid that any sudden movement would have you running from him in fear. 

“Love, can I hold you?” concern laced his voice, consent being one the things that attracted you to Harry. He always wanted to make sure that you were comfortable. You nodded your head at your boyfriend's request, the second you did his arms encircled you. “take deep breaths love, copy mine. I’ve got you; I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise.” You had every trust in Harry to protect you from the outside world, but what if he couldn’t be enough to save you from yourself? 

After your breathing returned to normal you still didn’t speak, afraid that if you opened your mouth, then all the horrors would spill out. It seemed obvious to you that Tom had figured out your little flashbacks, but you were sure that he would tell his younger brother as soon as he had the chance. 

Harrison used his experience with girls from his sister to draw you a bath upstairs making sure to put lavender and chamomile essential oils in to help you relax. Harry was ever grateful for his best mates experience with his sister. Leading you upstairs, you still hadn’t said a word to Harry, but you clutched at his hand as it was the only thing keeping you in the present. 

“Stay, please.” Your voice cracked as you spoke the words to Harry, not wanting to be left alone. You struggled to undress your shaking body as Harry stepped closer to you, his hands replacing yours, his touch soft and gentle. Helping you into the tub, Harry sat on the edge, keeping close to you. His hand occasionally running the length of your arm as it held your knees to your chest. The tears were now falling at full speed, and your thoughts were scattered.

It physically pained Harry to see you this way, the girl who stood strong by his side, crying in the bathtub completely broken. He wanted to know what was wrong but didn’t want to pressure you to say or do something that you would later regret. “I’m here for you love, whenever you are ready to talk; I’ll listen.” He truly was the best, but in your current state, you couldn’t say anything to thank him. Instead, you opted to shift your body closer to his, hoping he understood. As a response of you moving closer, he placed a small kiss on your shoulder, trying to pour as much love into it as possible. 

When your mental state started to recover, you made a move to stand up, Harry grabbed a towel and opened it up for you to walk into. Once wrapped up the both of you made your way to your shared room. Sitting on the bed, you let Harry rummage through the drawers until he came across your favourite lounge set. Helping you to dress, Harry made sure to make his movements known, using only delicate touches. Cradling your face in his hands, he placed a kiss on each of your cheeks where tears now wash away, stained them.

“He hurt me. My dad.” Your confession quiet. Unsure of whether he heard you or not. He did, and the moment the words left your mouth he held you close whispering promises to not let anyone hurt you again. 

That night was filled was tears on both of your parts as you spilt your darkest secret to your boyfriend. He cried for you, on behalf of you, and with you. When you explained that you didn’t want the looks of pity, he told you,

“You are not a victim. You are a survivor.”

#harry holland #harry holland fic #harry holland fanfiction #harry holland one shot #harry holland x reader #harry holland x y/n #harry holland x you #harry holland angst #tw swearing #tw abuse #tw panic attack

[rons-hermiones]

Come Find Me

Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter Twenty Five

Draco had become sparse since returning to Hogwarts. Ron only saw him whenever he was in the Great Hall, or in potions. Both were too crowded to even corner the git. 

Of course, he could ask Harry for the map, but that would raise suspicions. Something he wasn’t willing to do yet. 

Other than that, the month since arriving back has been what Ron could only describe as routine. Wake up. Eat breakfast. Go to class. Eat lunch. Avoid Lavender. Maybe dinner. Quidditch. Do patrols. Terrible nightmares. Repeat. 

In all honesty, he was doing whatever he could to avoid anyone but Harry and Ginny. People so often offhandedly mentioned her, it made him tick. 

“Ah, Harry, do you know when Miss Granger will be back? I’ve missed her at dinners.” Slughorn would question every now and again. 

“Oi! Dreaming of Granger again?” Seamus would ask as Ron groaned her name in his sleep. 

“Did you send my last letter out to Hermione?” Neville would say every time he saw Hedwig. 

“Ron, if patrols are too much, we can always get an interim prefect until Hermione’s back.” Katie Bell would tell him. 

But what he thinks may be worse, is the pitiful stares of those who knew the truth McGonagall wouldn’t even berate him for late work. Dumbledore always gave him a sad smile. His family's letters were always full of concern for his state. Said letters had little update on the Order, souring his mood. 

His mother would ask him what he wanted for his birthday, which was only about a week away now. She couldn’t give him what he wanted though. 

His father would write and tell him they’ve placed wards at the Granger’s and currently have an Auror team dedicated to her case. But it didn’t feel like enough. Nothing was. 

Times like those, he had nearly shared his suspicions with his father on Draco Malfoy, but soon decided against it. 

All he had were silly dreams, a weird instance on the train, and the knowledge of the git spending all his time in the Room of Requirement. It wasn’t exactly concrete. It was nothing really. 

On the bright side, he supposes, he’s somehow avoided Lavender quiet well, but he still knows she’s talking of him. Telling people they’re together and whatnot. He just didn’t have the patience to deal with it right now. 

All these thoughts soon halted as a small Gryffindor first year came up to him, looking nervous. 

“You’re Ron Weasley?” The little boy asked. 

Ron nodded. He was after all on duty, so the kid could need help. 

“Someone in the common room gave me a knut to find you.” 

“Oh?” He questioned confused, “who?” 

The first year who he now recognized to be a little boy named Tommy who Hermione once helped him with his Potions work. 

The little boy flushed, “I’m not very good with names, but he said it was about, Hermi-“

“Hermione?” Ron cut off anxiously. 

He nodded, “Prefect Granger.” He settled for. 

“Okay, thanks so much Tommy!” He called, racing to the common room, somewhere he’s avoided for weeks. 

In the excitement that Harry knows something it didn’t even dawn on him that he’s the most famous wizard in Britain, so surely Tommy would know his name. No, he doesn’t have time to think about that. 

“Honeysuckle!” He called to the Fat Lady. 

“Oh! Been a while!” She said smiling to Ron. 

He groaned, “Honeysuckle!” 

“Calm down! And I try to be polite.” She huffed, swinging open. 

Quickly, he climbed through looking around for Harry. 

“Oh Weasley. There you are.” 

His face dropped. 

Harry wasn’t looking for him. Not at all. 

“I see you got my message from Tommy. I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks, but you’re not an easy man to find.” 

Ron’s fists clench at his sides. 

“Or when Cormac McLaggan groped her after Slughorn’s this weekend! Tore her dress and all!” 

His eyebrow twitched at the memory. 

“No one around here will give me an answer you see. I’ve asked just about the entire tower when Granger will be back. Figured you’d give me a straight answer. You and I seem to have her in common.” McLaggen winked. 

And before he could help it, Ron’s fist connected with his nose, making him fall to the floor. 

Nearby, people gasped at the sight. Unbeknownst to Ron, Neville was there and soon scurried away to get Harry. 

From below, Cormac began laughing. “Touchy subject, eh?” He wiped his bloodied nose, “she talked about you, you know. At Slughorn’s. I, of course, was able to take her mind off you.” He propped up on his elbows, staring Ron right in the eyes. 

“Didn’t know she’d be such a good fu-“ 

Before the words left his mouth, Ron dove on the floor and punched his cheek. Next, he grasped at his collar. 

“I know what you did to her! You thought you could get away with something like that, huh?” He bit out in a dangerous whisper, laced with venom. 

Though scared, Cormac didn’t back down, “I just did what you never could.” With that, he threw Ron off and hit him squarely in the eye. 

“I would never, ever, treat anyone, especially her, that way.” He growled, trying to push the seventh year off, “you don’t touch her!” He bellowed.  

“Oh so watching you run around with Lavender Brown made Granger the happiest bird in Gryffindor. I don’t think so.” He commented. The whole tower knew about Ron and Hermione’s fall out. 

“That’s not the same and you know it!” He defended, kicking him in the groin. 

McLaggen cowered in pain for a moment before moving to punch Ron again. 

By now they’ve drawn a crowd. 

“Run her off, have you Weasley?” He said in between blows. 

“You fucker.” Ron grunted, landing one more blow. 

“Ron!” Harry had finally arrived, per Neville. 

They kept at it. Rolling around. 

“Ron!” He called again. 

Ron could vaguely hear Harry but ignored him. This felt good. Way too good. For the first time since Hermione disappeared he felt like he was doing something. 

“Ron!” A voice, not Harry’s, yelled, grabbing his attention. 

Looking up, he found Lavender standing there in shock. 

“Ronald Weasley, I cannot believe you!” She shrieked. 

Someone had dragged Cormac away, leaving Ron to stand and face her. 

“Come on mate.” Harry says, dragging him up. 

“Oh no, he’s not going anywhere.” Lavender claimed, crossing her arms and standing between them and the steps. 

“I don’t really see why this concerns you.” Ron grunted, wiping some blood with the back of his sleeve. 

“Concerns me? I think it does considering you're my boyfriend!” She yells. 

“Boyfriend?” He questions, “I made it perfectly clear to you what we were on the train!” 

“And I told you-“ she began to retort angrily. 

“What? You told me what? That I couldn’t break up with you. That even though I told you it was over, you just denied it! Didn’t you think there was a reason I avoided you for weeks?” 

The pair of them ignored the crowd forming. Anxiously, Harry continued tugging at Ron’s robes, but he just shrugged him off. 

“This is about her, isn’t it?” She said knowingly with slanted eyes. 

Harry knew the mentioning of Hermione did Ron no good. He continuously called out his name. 

“Don’t bring her into this. Don’t.” He warned, voice dangerously low. 

“So it is?” She fired back. 

“Look Lavender, I’m sorry, okay? I really am. I tried for weeks to break it off with you, and you know it!” Sure Lavender was a bit of a ditz, but she wasn’t by any means a moron, “and I should’ve done it sooner. After that night of the match, honestly, and for that I’m sorry. But when I finally bucked up the courage to end it, you said no, so you can’t blame this on Hermione. You put yourself here.” He told her honestly. 

“No,” she repeated, tone similar to the one she used on the train, “no because if you weren’t so hung up on that-that Mud-“

“Don’t finish that.” Ginny called from over Lavender’s shoulders. “Ron would never, but I will slap you silly.”  

“Great now you have your sister fighting your battles!” She snorted. 

“Well Ginny’s right, don’t ever say that word. Ever.” Ron told her fiercely. 

“Again, defending her! Tell me Ron, if you want to ruin everything we had for her, then where is she huh? Where is she?” 

He said nothing, mood suddenly shifting. 

“If you care so much and you’re so desperate to be her knight in shining armor, then where is she?” 

Again, he stood still. 

“Maybe McLaggen was right. You did run her off, didn’t you?” Lavender laughed menacingly. 

“No. No I didn’t.” He almost whimpered. 

“Whatever, if she were here I would tell her that she’s nothing but a no-good-boyfriend-stealing slag!” She exclaimed. 

“I said to stop it!” Ron yelled back. 

“What’d she do? Hex you? Confund you? Tell you she’d do all your homework?” She accused, “or maybe-“

“I love her!” He admitted. 

The whole room went silent. 

Harry’s hand slackened on his robes. Ginny’s mouth hung open. Gasps filled the air. 

“Alright, I’m sorry if that hurts you, but I can’t help that. I love her.” He takes a shaky breath and runs a hand through his hair, “I’ve been in love with her for years. It’s- I’ve tried not to, but I can’t. I just can’t stop.” Ron said, voice riddled with vulnerability. 

He’d never have the courage to do something like this knowing someone could run off and tell Hermione as much. But now, now, he didn’t have anything to lose, did he?  

It’s not like Bellatrix Lestrange would report the incident back to Hermione, wherever the hell she is. 

Suddenly a harsh sting bloomed over his cheek. 

Lavender pulled her hand away, shaking it slightly as it stung from slapping him so hard. 

“We’re done.” She claimed before stomping upstairs. 

It takes a few moments to register everything that just happened. 

Beating up McLaggen. Breaking it off with Lavender. Proclaiming his love to Hermione to over half of Gryffindor. Lavender finally accepting it’s done. 

“Bugger off or I’ll give the lot of you detention!” Ron yelled to the crowd as he rubbed his cheek thoughtfully. 

Scared, the students scampered back to their respective tasks. 

“That,” Ginny breathed to her brother, “that was epic.” She said a little dazed. 

“Yeah, cheers.” Ron grimaced as he began to throb all over. The initial adrenaline wearing off as both the slap from Lavender and punches from McLaggen began to throb. 

“Come on, we better get you cleaned up.” Harry said, pushing him to the steps, “later Gin.” He called. 

Wordlessly, Ron let Harry’s hand guide him up the steps. 

“Did that really just happen?” Harry whispered a little astonished. 

“Which part? The one where beat up McLaggen. Or maybe when I rowed with Lavender in front of everyone. Oh, how about when I admitted I loved Hermione to the whole buggering tower.” Ron grumbled. 

“All of it.” Harry said with a slight chuckle as he set Ron onto his bed and searched his trunk for a flannel. 

“I reckon McGonagall will be around soon, giving me detention or something.” The ginger groaned in realization. 

Harry shrugged and walked over, “You really think McLaggen would tell and fess up to what he did that night?” 

The cold cloth fell on his cheek, Ron winced. 

“It’s not like Hermione’s here to explain herself. Is she?” He pointed out. 

“McGonagall will believe you. She gets that Hermione can’t be here and that she doesn’t know if she’ll be back.” 

The word ‘if’ echoes in Ron’s head. When, Harry meant when. 

“If?” A voice questions. 

It’s not Ron or Harry’s 

Soon, they turn. 

Neville stands in the doorway. Concern written all over his face. Practically demanding answers with his eyes alone. 

“Hermione might not be back?” He questioned, walking further into the room, ignoring their stunned faces. 

They sat still again, not knowing what to say. Never have they seen such fire behind Neville’s eyes. 

Ron and Harry jumped when he slammed the door. 

“Oi listen up and listen good,” he demanded, voice never wavering, “Hermione may be your friend, but she’s mine too, alright! And I may be daft but I’m not stupid!” Neville cried out. 

“The lot of you have been acting weird since holiday ended. I know Hermione is quite a touchy subject for you Ron, but don’t think I noticed how angry you got on the train. Or you Harry! You’re a terrible liar.” He pointed out. 

“Neville-“ Harry interrupted. 

“No! Harry I’ve given you what, six letters since we’ve been here? Six! And not once reply. You don’t even send Hedwig out the window. My bed,” he points to it for good measure, “is right next to yours, I’m not dumb!” 

“Mate-“ Ron now interjects. 

“And you!” He points to the ginger, “We’ve shared the same room for six years. I've heard you moaning Hermione’s name in your sleep for over half of that! You think I can’t stop the difference?” At least he has the decency to flush, “now, now it’s different. You’re practically screaming for her. I see when Harry wakes you up, tears down your face. Hell, it pierces your silencing charms.” 

The pair exchange a look. They never figured Neville would be the one to figure it out, well that’s not entirely true. They just didn’t think he’d be bold enough to confront them. 

“So I’m asking you, not only as your friend, but Hermione’s too. Would someone please just tell me what the hell is going on!” Neville finishes with a huff. 

His eyes flick between Ron and Harry waiting for a response. Soon, Harry averts his gaze to Ron, who sits for a moment, before nodding slowly. 

“You’re right Neville, we haven’t been honest.”The chosen admits. 

The brunette huffs a gasp of air, “I knew it. This would’ve been a bit awkward if I was wrong.” He says like himself again. 

“Look mate, Dumbledore told us not to tell anyone, you have to swear you won’t say anything.” Ron says seriously. 

“I swe-“ 

“This is life or death, I mean it.” He added. 

“I swear.” Neville states, tone leaving no room for argument. 

Weasley then looks to Harry to explain, not having the heart to. 

“On Christmas Hermione was taken by,” he gulps, eyeing his friend thoughtfully, “by Bellatrix Lestrange.” 

A pained look comes across Neville’s face at the mention of her name. That woman’s caused enough hurt to last him a lifetime. To last anybody a lifetime. 

“No.” He breathed. 

Sadly, Harry nodded, “she came to the Burrow and-“ 

“H-h,”

He briefly eyed the room then shoved it away, thinking he was just hearing things. 

“Harry.”

No, it can’t be. He must be losing it. 

“Mate?” Ron asks worriedly. 

“Ha-Harry P-Potter.” 

This time it’s louder. It sounds so un-Hermione like, but deep down he knows it’s her. 

He stands from the bed shushing Ron with a wave of his arm. 

“Harry J-James Po-Potter.”

“Hermione.” Harry breathes before he can help himself, willing Ron to stand and give his friend his full attention. 

“T-the b-boy,”

“You’re so close.” He whispers through gritted teeth. 

It’s louder now, almost piercing his skull. The pain coming is familiar, but somehow welcome. He knows she needs him. 

“The boy who lived.” 

At this, the dark haired boy falls to a heap on the floor. Thrashing about as he clutches his temples. 

“A pillow Neville, now!” Ron shouts. 

Neville obeys and props one underneath their friends head. 

This time doesn’t last long. Only a few seconds. 

When Harry comes to, his eyes burst open as he gasps for air, sitting up. 

He soon meets Ron’s worried eyes and he can only say one word. The very same Hermione was crying out to him. 

“Malfoy.”

#Ron Weasley #Ron and Hermione #ron x hermione #rons-hermiones come find me #Hermione Granger #romione fanfic #romione #sixth year #hp fanfic #hp

[zerot0all]

Forbidden Fruit | M

[Oneus -7- ]

-BUTTERFLY EFFECT-

.RAVN POV.

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We sat in silence. I played on the mixing console as Xion and Keonhee watched me carefully. It’s been .. odd. What once used to be one big happy family, was now full of doubt and betrayal. It even hurts to say that things probably would have been better if they didn’t know. If we all played the blind game and went on with our lives ... but we can’t. No anymore at least.

“I thought the girls were coming?” Keonhee spoke up , finally. After a long period of nothingness... someone had to say something.

“Not anymore ... Leah is at home, said she didn’t feel good so Anais stayed behind with her. Hwanwoong and Leedo are on their way.” I went on, watching as their eyes traveled down to their feet. Almost like as if they were avoiding my eyes for some reason.

I understand where their coming from. They used to be babied by the girls. Always able to be around them with not even a single doubt. I’m pretty sure the girls were like their sisters and something as strange as them being with us ... threw them off. I can see they still care but just like us ... we’re all still so fucking new to this.

The evening went on as planned. The guys were in and out of the booth , while Leedo and I wrote out some more lyrics. Our manager would make an appearance every once in a while to ask about brainstorming the tittle track but the whole time , my mind was on Leah.

She had sent me a text message before I got to the studio saying she wasn’t feeling well. She didn’t explain exactly what was wrong , but something in my guts told me to just let it go. So I did. Till maybe , mid session when Keonhee asked me a very cryptic question.

“Do you think Leah is feeling weird because Seoho is gone?”

I pondered for a bit , remembrance of the last few months. We’ve been inseparable. The common denominator... her. It was either work or her ... there hasn’t been much between us , but it would make sense that she would feel strange without him around.

“They should be fine .. she still has Ravn. It’s not like she likes one more than the other ... then that would be super awkward.” Xion added , not taking his eyes off the lyrics in front of him. I cocked my brow , ready to answer when-

“Now you’re just being an asshole ,” Hwanwoong says sharply as he steps out of the booth and back into the studio. Leedo had stepped out to take a phone call, so I took anyone’s words instead of mine any day. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone right now and I’m sure these two acting like brats is going to push me over the edge , sooner or later.

“I didn’t say it out of spite , I’m just saying , wouldn’t that be something that happened in those sort of situations ? Didn’t she like one first ? Or whatever ?” Xion continues , eyeing Hwanwoong like he knew something. The three youngest go silent , a heavy aura carrying itself through the studio and into my mental state. I don’t need this .., not now.

“That... is none of your business. How this works out or how it doesn’t ... there is no need to be such an ass knowing well enough WE are still figuring shit out.” The way Hwanwoong responded with some venom behind it , made me think something was up with his partnership. Relationship?

God , this is stressful.

Things became radio silent. The harmonies were put down for the song , along with some lyrics making the song about 40% done. Groaning a sigh of relief once Xion and Keonhee headed to the cafeteria, I needed them away for a few moments to gather my thoughts. Keonhee’s question and Xion’s words have been bouncing back and forth in my head , I couldn’t even help record like I used too. I was antsy , fumbling over my words and cracking my knuckles like as if I needed to release some much pent up anger. It was only Leedo and I left in the studio as Hwanwoong went to go talk to our manager.

“What a day,” Leedo whispers , taking a seat next to me on the couch. The long one which faced the booth, the glass showing our reflection which displayed two faces drained of color. I replied with a hum. Something in the way Leedo nodded back lead me to believe he also was going through it. Before I could even ask, Leedo huffed out a deep chuckle.

“This shit is so ... so fucking weird. I don’t like second guessing how I feel. I ... I’m strong headed about my emotions and Anais is number one in my heart and mind but,” he slowed. For some reason , i resonated with his words and he still had more to say.

“But you’re not sure how this will turn out in the long run?” I stare absentmindedly, unknowingly answering because I too understood his struggle. The thing about this polyamory relationship .. in this case, for her ... is that she has two of us while we only have her. So to speak, I’m not attracted to Seoho like that. I mean, yeah I encouraged that first time threesome but because I wanted to show her that I’m open to her wanting more. It was all done on a whim to show her , that I would do anything for her. And clearly Seoho would too.

Leedo went on to tell me about his little confrontation with Hwanwoong at home, something about stirring the pot. As much as I take care of that little fucker , he does have a way of getting deep into people’s heads. He messes with them badly , and you add a guy like a Leedo into the mix and it’s game over.

Leedo is a passionate guy.. loving and caring , he is also on the same boat as me. Agreeing to anything for that one special girl.

But I know Hwanwoong doesn’t mean wrong .. Seoho doesn’t either. Even though he’s a fucking child sometimes , clingy as fuck to Leah like as if I’m not right next to her.

I’m not mad, or bothered , but like Leedo said .. this shit is so fucking weird.

“Hey guys,” Anais greets us once we get into their place, walking straight to Leedo and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. Hwanwoong was still back at RBW, something about a dance solo coming up , I don’t know. I wasn’t listening ... but what I did hear was silence as we walked deeper into the apartment.

“Where’s Leah?” I finally question Anais, she’s already in the kitchen preparing our food then finally turns to me. Pointing toward the hallway to Leah’s room. I nod and make my way to see my girl.. the only person that has been on my mind since I’ve met her.

Opening the door , the room was dark but soft whispers and snores sounded off deep inside the bedroom. She was sleeping ?

“Baby girl?” I whisper as low as I could, not sure why if the main reason is to see if she was sleeping and it was obvious.

“She’s been sleeping since she dropped off Seoho. Kinda came back sort of sad ...” Anais’ voice brings me out of my thoughts , looking back at the doorway as Anais stood there. Hands crossed over her chest as Leedo stood behind her. He cocked his brow at me .. almost in a warning manner and I hated how my mind raced back to our talk earlier.

“Okay, thank you Anais,” I reply shortly. They left , closing the door behind them.

I stood in an awkward silence , wondering why she was so sad. I mean, she still has me. In a notion to try to ignore my gut feeling , I took off my coat. Carefully making my way into bed to cradle her. Protect her and show her nothing but love and warmth. She hummed in her sleep as soon as her head touched my chest. Cuddling closer into me.

“You’re home,” her airy voice sounded dreamy, but even her half asleep beauty , I couldn’t conjure up the courage to ignore how I felt.

“Leah, baby... what’s wrong?” I started off with a simple question, whispering into her head as I placed small kisses on her forehead. She moved a bit, lifting her chin up at me. I can see her eyes glaze over as she thought deeply, her hand running up and down my chest swiftly. Her mouth opened then closed , unable to form words but I knew what I had to do.

“Seoho is only going to be gone for a week. He’ll be back soon... it’s not like he’s leaving you and even then, it’s not like you’ll be alone anyways.” I could have worded that differently, but it slipped. My jealousy was showing and I couldn’t take back what I said. I can see her furrow her brows as she lazily goes to sit onto her knees, looking down at me like the fuck up I was.

“D-Do...do you think I have more feelings for Seoho ?” She stuttered , her voice almost seeming in utter pain at my statement. I pushed up a bit, needing to try to be at eye level with her small frame but something in the way she was looking at me made me shiver.

I shrugged. I couldn’t bring myself to actually answer her question since it has been in the back of my mind for a while. Leah huffed out loudly, glancing around the room as if she was looking for encouragement or something to throw at me. At this point , I’ll take her punishment any day ... instead of watching her puzzled about how she feels. Because even though I asked and it’s been bugging me ... I wouldn’t want to know her true intentions. Knowing a truth I don’t wish to know ... was far worse than walking away from her.

“I would never favor one more than the other... I’m hurt you would even think that, Ravn.” Her whole demeanor had become weak , fearful as her eyes tried to meet mines. She scooted closer to me.

“I don’t know , it’s just ...” I groan out annoyed in the fact that I couldn’t even come up with anything to reply. My emotions seemed to bottle up once more as I continue to watch her come closer.

“Baby, this isn’t a relationship where one finds their missing half. We’re different... the both of you complete me. Without you or Seoho ... I am ... nothing.” Her voice ends on a sudden whisper, making my skin crawl with how unhappy she was about my accusation. I tried to interject but was suddenly pushed back , my body immediately crawling back to lay in bed as she hovered over me. Her hands plastered over my chest , keeping me down as she swung her leg over, straddling me.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t important to me , because you are. If it wasn’t for you .. my love for the both of you wouldn’t have bloomed.” Her words were clear indication of this conversation going somewhere completely different and even though my jeans tightened , I couldn’t help but feel relieved that I wasn’t going to get tossed out. I think?

“Let me show you how much you mean to me baby,” her tone turned seductive as she leaned down , meeting my lips in a slow kiss turned passionate. I reached up for more , needing her mouth on me completely. every moment with her had to be eventful , the beauty behind how much power she holds over me is unimaginable. But I’ll let her ... I’ll let her completely ruin me if that means keeping her by my side no matter what.

Leah began to rock on top of me , my cock begging to be freed with each motion of her hips. I groaned into her mouth , hoping she understood and she did. Her small hands ran down my chest, until they met my jeans. Skillfully, she unbuttoned them and reached in. Her fingers skimming the tip almost instantly making me pause the kiss. We pulled away from eachother but only for a bit, while we both stripped hurriedly. She was naked as I lastly began pulling off my boxers , which then showed my length. She giggled to herself as she crawled back up my body, her cute little ass meeting my pelvic region soon after. It was like second nature for my cock to rest between her folds as she went to kiss my neck. She rounded her hips , the circling motion bringing my whole body to blaze. I took deep breaths in hopes to not be too loud but just the simplicity in her movements were driving me crazy.

“Baby girl .. please,” I suddenly begged. Not realizing how pathetic I sounded. She smiled into the kiss , loving the power she had , circling more so the tip grazed her pretty little clit. That little button I’ve come to love so much ... her weak spot. She then moaned shyly, wanting to hold back as I began to thrust upward. Rocking with eachother on a level of intimacy so deep... I didn’t even need to be balls deep just yet.

We teased eachother like that for a while , enjoying the playfulness and erotic feeling of being so close. It wasn’t till she was rounding her climax when she lifted her hips, aligned my cock at her entrance and sank down roughly; making us both hold our breath.

A deep, heavy moan left my mouth as a sexy whimper left hers. My name dripped from her tongue as she began to ride me. Her hands cupped my face , keeping me as close as he can. While my hands reached down to cup her ass, gripping as much as I could. She then whined as I proceeded to guide her on top , maneuvering her to a certain rhythm it had her gasping.

“Y-Yes, yes..” she chanted sofly , holding back her cries of pleasure as I quickly flipped our position. Laying her down as careful as I could, I went back to fucking my girl. I gripped the mattress by her head , and pounded into her tight hole. Going deeper into her , thrusting harder , building up a sweat as both our voices meshed into one.

Heavy breathing , moaning and slight groaning took over our room. The walls seeming to close in on us the longer we go at it. She begged and begged , wanting more and I did what I could. Holding her close to me , we came together. The intensity of our session clouding our manners , not caring that others stayed in this apartment.

Leah laid there. Fucked out of her mind , hair sprawled over the pillows , her body gleaming with sweat making it seem like she was made out of glitter, it was a scene only a few would understand. Watching as her eyes flutter closed on a sigh, her tongue poking out to lick her lips. Every little thing she did after was glorious, and I admired her till we both fell asleep.

She’s fucking beautiful and she’s all mine ... well, kind of.

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Chapter 8 coming soon...

Go back to Part One for the rest of the links of this series.

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I fell in love with the HP AU and can't get enough of it! I never realized I NEEDED The Ticking Bomb Team in my life until you showed me! Haha! Can I request a scenario for this dorky team basically just being dorks during practice? Please base them off your HCS about them (Mayu being angry at everyone, Haizaki VS Kise-Takao duo, Ima being exasperated, Akashi being scary, Mura missing (in the kitchen lol). Side note: 30 asks! I hope we're not inconveniencing you. Thanks for putting up with us!

Hi dear! Sorryif it took me a while, I was so happy you asked me this! I love writing forthis Au and I continuously end up with more hcs 😂 This was really funny to write, I hope it displays well how chaotic anddangerous this team can be. Yes, it always ends up in a bloody mess.

Have a goodday!

Ps. this isbased on my headcanons about KnB x HP that you can find under #kuroko no basket x harry potter or #knbxhp hcs

 The TickingBomb Team

 “Okay guys, I’ve booked the pitch for this after-“

“Shouldn’t we wait for Murasakibara?” Himuro politelyinterrupted Imayoshi. The Captain sighed and looked them, feeling inside thatit was going to be another hellish afternoon.

He had called his first string to practicea bit before the match of Sunday, against Hufflepuff, and now they were standingin the pitch, wearing the green and silver uniforms of their House. Well, hewould have liked to train with the entire the team, but the others couldn’t surviveplaying with them for long periods and begged to be spared, so he had to giveup. Kise and Takao were chatting and joking with each other, without payingattention to him, Haizaki was swinging his own bat, Mayuzumi was seatedon the ground with a book open on his laps, uninterested in everything else, andHimuro was the only good junior faking, at least, to care.

“I’ve already sent Akashi to search for him,” Hereplied fixing his glasses, thinking about the missing beater and his preciousSeeker. The only one who could keep a tight rein on the others, despite being a junior like them.

“I bet he’s in the Kitchen,” Kise chuckled, joiningthe conversation.

“He has a fanclub between the elves,” Takao addedamused, leaning against Kise’ shoulder. “Big as much as our Himuro’s one. Howmany girls confessed to you today?” he joked with a wink.

Himuro hid a smirk and rolled his eyes.

“You two shouldn’t speak,” he reminded shaking hishead.

“Thanks. I know I’m popular.” Kise agreed proudly,combing back his shining blonde hair in his favorite sexy move. Takao burstinto laughter.

“So modest! Man, do it again!” Begged with tears atthe corner of his eyes. “I would like to take notes, Mr. I-Am-Still-Single-Because-I-Have-An-Unrequited-Crush.”

Kise pouted and jostled him jokingly.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! You’re justenvious, Takao,” Replied sticking his tongue out and crossing his arms.

“Who could ever be jealous of you, Barbie Loser?” Haizaki venomouslyasked, reaching them and looking down on the blonde. Kise narrowed his eyes andTakao straightened a bit.

“Look who’s decided to bless us with his presence,”Takao greeted annoyed, tilting his head to the side.

“There was something strange…” Kise hummed nodding,“No animal sounds disturbed our conversation.”

Haizaki’ smirk widened like a shark’s and he clenchedhis fist around the bat.

“Don’t worry, soon the air is gonna be filled with thesounds of your jaw breaking,” he threatened licking his lips.

Takao scoffed and elbowed playfully his friend.

“Heard that? I believe it was a threat.”

“I would be worried if he was capable to aim,” Kiseshot unfazed and Haizaki growled.

“Please guys. Not again,” Himuro begged tiredly,covering his eyes with the hands.

Mayuzumi raised his head to give them a quick,disgusted glance.

“Idiots,” He softly murmured, before resuming ignoringthem. His novel was far more interesting.

“Okay, okay. Since you all have energy to spare, rideyour brooms and start warming up,” Imayoshi interrupted them in his captaintone, to avoid another fight. “Kise, Himuro and Takao let’s start with simple passeswith the Quaffle. Steadily heighten the rapidity and precision of your shots.Haizaki, free one Bludger and defend them.”

Imayoshi regretted his words in the exact moment hemet the beater’s eyes.

“Haizaki don’t-” begged exasperated but the boy has alreadygrabbed his broom and bolted up.

The captain sighed covering his eyes, while hiscatchers took off too.

“Mayuzumi could you please-” he searched for help inhis roommate and classmate, but he raised a hand to interrupt him.

“Let me finish the page,” he blocked him coldly,without averting his gaze from the inked words.

“Why?” Imayoushi asked to himself, worriedly lookingup. If they weren’t good players, he would have already cursed them but…duringmatches, their thirst for victory transformed them in a professional and slyteam. Yet, when practicing, they were just a bunch of kids joking and continuouslyannoying each other.

“HAIZAKI YOU BASTARD!” Kise’s resented voice echoed inthe air, followed by Haizaki’s laughter.

The first one had miraculously avoided a Bludgercoming for his head, gently sent by his own Beater. The second was laughing athis face and searching for the flying ball, ready to try another shot.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t tracked the movements of Kise’spartner in crime.

He was still barking amused when the Quaffle hit hishead with a loud smack, nearly knocking him off from the broom.

Haizaki cursed, yelling in pain, and steadied himselfwith difficulty. His head was throbbing in pain.

“Ah sorry, you were exactly in the middle. I didn’tnotice,” Takao angelically apologized with a fake smile on his lips, while spinningaround.

“You fucker!” Haizaki growled and tried to hit himwith the bat but the other speeded away, reaching Kise for a high-five.

“Good shot!” the blonde beamed at him, proud to havingbeen avenged. “It’s a pity that idiot blocked it.”

“Guys please…”Himuro flew between them with a scowl onhis face, “Try to be a bit mature.”

“It’s his fault!” the two argued offended by hisaccuse.

“Yeah, yeah but we should train and- Where’s theQuaffle now?” he suddenly asked furrowing and turning his head left and right.

Kise and Takao exchanged a horrified look, realizingit probably fell on the ground. They hurriedly searched for the ball and frozewhen they caught sight of it. The red Quaffle was resting into Mayuzumi’shands. After having crashed on his novel, destroying the book.

“Damn.” Takao didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or toscreech terrified. He opted for something in between.

The three of them, paralyzed, watched as the older boyslowly stood up and looked for them. They could see his furious stare fromthere. Then, he picked up his bat and grabbed his broomstick.

“I was waiting for this.” Kise snorted, anticipating inboth dread and amusement the absurd change in his housemate’s behavior.

In the exact moment Mayuzumi’s feet left the ground, aroar echoed in the pitch.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS.”

The three catchers exchanged a scared look, paling. Hewas even angrier than usual; he liked that book that much?

“Go!” Kise pushed Takao, hurrying him to fly for theirlives, eyeing the charging Beater coming for their heads.

Unfortunately, an angry Haizaki, who had finallycaught the Bludger and who was ready to get his revenge, blocked their gateway.

“DIE!” He screamed hitting it and sending the angryball in their direction.

Kise shrilled and ducked, dragging Himuro with himbefore he could end up in the infirmary with a broken nose. Again.

Takao overturned in a swift movement and avoided ittoo.

The Bludger flew past them and nearly hit Mayuzumi inthe face, who in turn threw it back at the last second with a powerful swing.

“HAIZAKI I’M GONNA MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP!” Yelledaiming at the boy’ chest, surrounded by a dark aura.

“Why you always drag me into this!” Himuro hissed exasperated,but he didn’t have the time to elaborate his complain.

“Let’s divide!” Kise urged pointing his broomstick tothe sky. He could seem worried and, to be honest, he was really scared to be crushedto a pulp by those two ferocious Beaters, yet he was used to that thrill. Itwas adrenalizing, it was interesting. It made his heart beat and his instinct gowild.

A smirk spontaneously appeared on his lips while he flewup.

“I’ll go taking back the Quaffle!” Takao exclaimed divingtowards the ground. He knew exactly what his friend was thinking and was readyfor it. He wore the same, excited and mischievous expression.

Himuro groaned, but couldn’t help himself fromgrinning.

“Why it always ends up like a survival game?” he askedfollowing Kise and avoiding to be crashed by another Bludger sent by Haizaki.

“Because you love it!” the blonde chanted, before addressinghis captain, who was still watching them from the ground, “CAPTAIN GUARD THERINGS! WE’RE GOING TO SHOOT!” he warned cheerfully waving his hand. He then hadto suddenly duck and evading Mayuzumi’s bat, not waiting for an answer.

“You’re doing what?” Mayuzumi cursed under his breathcatching up with the iron ball, “I’m going to knock off that stupid broom youand your fucking grin, before you can even reach the rings.” Growled narrowinghis eyes and neatly aiming at Kise’s head. Unluckily the blonde had the reflexesto avoid it, swerving to the left, but he didn’t surrender and started chasingafter him.

“Let’s see who scores more point!” Takao addedexcited.

“If you got hit by the Beaters, you lose points!” Himuroestablished escaping from a Bludger.

“If I hit you, I’ll damn kill you!” Haizaki roaredchasing after him.

Imayoshi from the ground looked at his players, tryingto kill or at least seriously injure each other. Haizaki and Mayuzumi weremanaging to fight each other and at the same time to strike the others.Impressive. Ah, Takao had taken back the Quaffle. He and Kise tried somehazardous passes, but as usual, they didn’t miss one. Their coordination wasincreasing. Probably Himuro’s directives helped.

Imayoshi sighed again, defeated.

Well, at least his catchers wanted to try and score.At that point, he couldn’t do anything else other than going up there too andadapt to their stupid way of playing. Serious practice had to be postponedagain.

The Captain freed the remaining Bludger and took offtoo.

 Ten minutes later, Akashi and Murasakibara entered thepitch too. The Seeker frowned at the sight of his team in the air. Kise washolding his left arm, probably broken, and whining; Takao was laughing his assoff at Haizaki’s face covered in blood and crushed nose, Mayuzumi was screamingcurses and insults at Himuro, who in the end lost his patience too and threw theQuaffle against the Beater’s chest, nearly knocking him down. Imayoshi was exasperatedlyyelling at them from his position in front of the rings, completely ignored.

“I told you it was going to end up like this…”Murasakibara mumbled, still offended about being dragged away from the kitchen.

At first Akashi didn’t answer, still frozen. Then adark, cold aura spread around him and Murasakibara wisely took a step back.

“I hope,” Akashi replied in a soft, cold voice, “they’reready for what awaits them,” he threatened with a polite smile before he elegantly jumped on his broom.

“Ah, they’re dead,” Murasakibara deadpanned while theSeeker dashed full speed towards the unaware and chaotic team.

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